#no one said 'you gotta breathe underwater for this'

[pilferingapples]

this is just my opinion, just my personal onion, but I feel strongly I should be able to go outside for ten minutes and not be so Humidified that my clothes need to be wrung out when I come back inside

[normal-internet-user]

hi! i would like to request a hurt/comfort fic for luke! it’ll be luke X GN!reader. the scenario would be that reader got badly injured when a monster appeared in the forest, and luke is trying his best to heal them (they are fine in the end).

(sorry if this was bad, this is my first request for a fic so i tried my best!)

thank you, and have a good day!

NO BUT LIKE THIS SNAPPED ME OUT OF MY WRITERS BLOCK- I JUST GOT BACK FROM A FAIR, I'M TIRED, HUNGRY, BUT I MUST WRITE-

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Eyes On Me, Baby

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Summary: On a walk with your boyfriend, monsters are just hell bent on ruining your mood.

Warnings: Injury (Not very descriptive): No mentioned godly parent for reader: Use of petnames (Babe, baby, honey): blood: angst to comfort: swearing:

Requested: Yuh

GN Reader!

Being a half-blood was hard.

Not that it was a big deal usually, but when one was bleeding out on the forest floor it was hard to not curse the god that made you.

Neither of you even saw the monster before it already clawed you, which you were almost positive Luke would beat himself up over for weeks.

"Okay- okay, I know you're dizzy baby, but you gotta keep your eyes open, okay? Eyes on me honey." Luke rambles, one hand pressed to your abdomen, the other digging around in your bag for the nectar you always kept. "Do not close your eyes."

"Didn't plan on it." You mumble, shaking your head to get rid of the fuzzy feeling taking over your brain. You yelp when he pours the nectar over your wound without warning.

"Don't sass me. Stay awake." He says quietly, his hand still pressed to your abdomen while he searched your bag for something to cover the wound with until he could carry you to the infirmary.

"I'll be sassy if I want to be- FUCK!" You hiss, mumbling a plethora of curses under your breath when a sharp pain racks your body.

He huffed when he found nothing, tugging his sweater over his head, tying it tightly around your wound, whispering comforting nothings when you groan.

"I gotta pick you up, baby. It's gonna hurt but we need to get back to camp." Luke says softly, pushing your hair up from your forehead in a soothing gesture.

"Are you ready? I'm gonna count to three, okay?" He says, waiting for your nod of comfirmation.

You mutter some weak agreement, and he nods, looping one arm under your knees and the other behind your back so he could pick you up bridal style.

"One, two-" Before her reaches three, he picks you up, wincing at the strained wail slipping past your lips, "I know, honey. I know." He mutters, holding you close while he carries you back to camp as quickly as he can without tripping over roots, or rocks.

"You said on three." You groan, looping your arms weakly around his neck.

"I know I did. I know." Luke rambles while he rushes you back to camp, whispering sweet comforts and praises the entire time. Begging you to stay awake. To keep you eyes open.

The dizzy feeling in your brain amplifies by the second, and it's starting to get hard to keep your eyes open.

Your vision feels fuzzy, and everything sounds like your underwater...

You hear muffled voices, feel the warmth of one of the infirmary cots, and a comforting hand in your hair before you fade into unconciousness...

You wake up with a low grown, and someone was quick to shower you with comforting words and ghosting touches to ease the tension in you muscles.

Your entire body felt sore, it even took effort to open your eyes.

"Luke..?" You mumble hoarsely, and he brushes his hand over your cheek.

"I'm right here, (Name)." He whispers, squeezing your hand, "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." You reply, looking over at him with a weak grin.

He chuckles, leaning down to give you a kiss, "You scared the shit outta me, you know that?" He mumbles, still close enough for his breath to hit your lips, "Don't you ever do that to me again."

You were okay. Thank the gods you ended up being okay. Both of you know he never would have forgiven himself if anything worse happened.

"I love you." He says softly, kissing the tip of your nose, "Can't lose you, baby. Not ever. Do you hear me? I need you. Always."

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I'm not to happy with the ending, but I REALLY like the rest of it.

I FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING GUYS LOOK AT ME GO-!

[babyhatesreality]

Lovebug

Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, a bug in distress (happy ending) tooth rotting fluff- this one is even fluffier than normal- you have been warned.

A/N- for those who will catch the little easter egg at the end- yes, part 2 of Time Is A Flyin' will be coming soon, I promise. :D Also this is not a how-to story, please be careful in real life if you come across this particular situation

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

As he slowly began to wake up, Steve became aware that his super soldier senses were going off like crazy. Something was in incredibly close proximity to him. He kept his breathing even, regulated his heartbeat, and was prepared for anything as he slowly opened his eyes.

Only to find you, a half inch away from his face, kneeling on the bed between him and Bucky, and staring without blinking while vibrating with excitement.

Of course.

"Is you awake?" you whispered, leaning in so your nose was touching his. Steve took a long, slow inhale- then smiled.

"Yeah, Princess. I'm awake," he whispered back, but quickly pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you before you could explode, "But Daddy might not be."

"Nice try," Bucky answered suddenly, his face still half smushed into the pillow. He reached out without opening his eyes, hooked you around the waist, and pulled you into his chest, cuddling you like a stuffie. You giggled with glee as Bucky put his soft hand over your face. "Where's the off switch on this thing? It's making too much noise this early in the morning."

"No off switch, I'm afraid," Steve said, grinning as he turned on his side to watch the two of you. "She's stuck at top volume mode permanently."

"There's gotta be some factory reset," Bucky grumbled, still not having opened his eyes. But he couldn't quite keep the grin off his face as he playfully poked your tummy. "See if this works."

"Daddy, stop!!" you squealed. "We gotta get up and go! C'mon c'mon c'mon!!" You wiggled yourself out of his grasp and flung yourself right back down on Steve's chest. "Come on, Papa, up up up!!"

With a chuckle, Steve rolled back onto his back, folding one arm behind his head. "When did you crawl into bed with us, lovebug?" he asked, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Dis morning when I woked up," you said impatiently. "Papa, PLEASE, we gotta go!!"

"If you think Uncle Tony's up yet, kiddo, you've got another thing coming."

"Petey said that he was gonna get Unca Tony and Aunt Pepper up super early too so we could get dere faster! Dey up!!"

"It's a conspiracy," Bucky groaned, before batting you with a pillow. You squealed with joy and batted him back, before collapsing with a giggle in between the two of them.

Steve chuckled as he rubbed his face, trying to gain enough consciousness to keep up with you. Tony had invited the team to his lake side cabin for a family barbecue. You all knew it was really to show off the new mega gigantic pool he'd put in, since Peter off-handedly mentioned that he had fun swimming in the training pool that one time. In typical Tony fashion, he'd gone all out. There were three different slides, fountains, and an extra large hot tub right next to the shallow end, with jets. Rumor had it that the pool had underwater LED color changing lights and music that you could only hear when you were beneath the surface. All you littles were beside yourselves.

Steve stretched and sighed, then sat up. You popped up next to him with enthusiasm at this sign of forward momentum. That's when he saw your outfit.

"Um....Lovebug," he began, trying to smother his smile with his hand subtly.

"Yes, Papa?"

"I see that you've already put on your bathing suit for the party."

"Yup! D'you like it?"

"I do, it's very pretty, and so are you."

"Tank you!!"

"But honey, it's on backwards."

"Yeah, I know," you said, looking down with consternation at the cute pink ruffles that were supposed to be on your backside, but had ended up on your front. "Still looks good! I fine. Jellybean liked it, so I good. Can we go?"

"And why are you wearing your water wings now?"

"So I can get in da pool FASTER!"

"They're not blown up yet."

"Daddy said I couldn't do it 'cause it would make me dizzy." You flipped around back to Bucky, who had finally opened one eye. "Daddy, can you blow dem up since it's morning please?"

"Daddy needs coffee first, Trouble."

"And den brush your teefs so you don't use your stinky breath in my new water wings, 'kay?"

"Alright, that's it," Bucky growled playfully, whipping around and pinning you to the mattress before proceeding to tickle the living daylights out of you while Steve howled with laughter.

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Later that morning, after Steve had helped you put your bathing suit on the correct way and Bucky blew up the water wings with fresh breath, you all arrived at the cabin. The Bartons and Kate were already there, and you shrieked with joy, giving Kate the biggest hug you could before running through the living room to find Peter. Uncle Tony caught you mid-stride and tossed you up in the air while you screamed with laughter.

"Alright Squirt, safety is the name of the game here at Casa de Stark, got it?"

"Got it! I be safe."

"So you know the pool rules, right? Let's hear 'em."

"Okay!" you said, nodding your head vigorously before looking over at Steve and Bucky, who were watching you with wide smiles. They had gone over the rules with you many times on the ride over, and you were ready to show off your knowledge. "No runnin' 'round da pool at ALL, no goin' in da deep end, gotsta keep da water wings on, and no goin' where Papa and Daddy can't see me. Did I do it right?"

"Nailed it, kiddo."

"YES!"

"Alright, Pete's out by the pool, why don't you take your daddies out there and go find him?"

"Okay, Unca Tony!" you said, before giving the billionaire a hard hug around the neck and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. He chuckled and set you down. "You gonna come play in da pool too please?"

"Definitely. I have a bet going with Uncle Clint to see who can make the biggest cannonball splash." Tony turned to Steve with a cheeky grin. "Never said I couldn't outsource." He turned back to you, a twinkle in his eye. "That's where Uncle Bruce is gonna come in handy."

"But Unca Tony, Unca Bruce can't make a bigger splash than you!"

"But the Hulk can."

"WHOA."

"Alright, alright, can we at least wait till the rest of the team gets here before planning each other's destructions?" Steve joked back, swinging you up into his arms. As you giggled, he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Besides, you already know that I'll beat both Uncle Tony and Uncle Bruce in a cannonball competition, so what's the point in talking about it?" You laughed and squeezed him around the neck, agreeing wholeheartedly.

A couple hours later, you all were having the time of your lives. After ensuring that all you littles could actually swim, water wings or no, the games and competitions had been fierce and fun. You and Peter dove for weighted pools rings against Wanda and Pietro. You and Wanda took turns pretending you were Ariel from The Little Mermaid, and the other one was Eric, and you were saving each other from drowning. The cannonball competition had been hysterical, and you watched and clapped for Papa from the safety of Bucky's lap (all littles had been evacuated from the pool and were being kept close to a caregiver on the off chance any of you suddenly decided to enter the rough housing).

After a delicious barbecue lunch, you were patiently waiting for one hour before you were allowed back in the pool. There was no point in nap time right now as you all were way too keyed up about getting back in the water, so the plan was to let you all get back in gently and tire yourselves out, then go down for a late afternoon nap. Bucky carefully coated you in another round of sunscreen, having watched the clock religiously for the 80 minute mark that it wore off all day. You'd whined the first time about having to get out, but one quiet word from Daddy about "sunscreen or no pool at all" got you right back on track, and you were good about it from then on.

As he rubbed the lotion into your shoulders, your eyes wandered to the beautiful trees and lake. You saw a bunch of dragonflies zipping back and forth over the water, and your breath caught. "Daddy, look!" you said in a hushed voice, pointing. "Dey so pretty!"

Bucky smiled at the wonder in your voice. "You're prettier," he said, kissing the top of your head before going to work on the other shoulder. You giggled and blushed. "They're fast, aren't they baby?"

"Yeah! Dey go so fast over da water. Looks like fun!"

"Fun, huh?" Bucky said, getting an idea and grinning to himself. Once the hour-post-eating was up and the sunscreen had time to sink in, Bucky pulled your water wings back on you, picked you up and walked into the pool with you. He grinned when you looked at him confused, unsure of what he was doing. "You wanna go fast like the dragonfly?"

Before you could answer, he had flipped you facedown so you were hovering just above the water. He began zipping you around in a circle so fast all you could do was scream with laughter.

"WHEEEEEEE!"

"You're flying like a dragonfly, Trouble!"

"DIS IS DA BEST!!"

Bucky suddenly flipped you back up into his arms so he was nose to nose with you while you continued to giggle. "Even better than when Uncle Sam goes flying around with you which he's not supposed to do?" Bucky asked, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"YUP!" You declared loudly and happily.

"Traitor," Sam called out casually from his reclined position in a beach chair. That made Bucky grin even wider before giving you an Eskimo kiss.

"That's my girl."

Bucky kept swinging you around, gleeful in his triumph, until you needed a second to breath. He set you down carefully so you could stand on your own in the cool, shallow water. You were still trying to catch your breath from laughing, when you saw it.

A dragonfly had gotten stuck on the inside ledge of the pool, where you could sit in the water. Its wings were drenched and it couldn't get out, no matter how hard it struggled. You gasped, and began doggie paddling your way over to it. As you got closer, you realized that the waves you were creating kept washing over and rewetting the poor dragonfly, so you slowed down.

Intrigued by your sudden fixation, Bucky called out. "What do you see over there, Trouble?"

"Dragonfly," you whispered back. Bucky began slowly making his way over to you so as not to create waves himself. He knew that you weren't partial to bugs except from a distance and wanted to be close in case you needed help. So it surprised the hell out of him when you gently scooped the dragonfly off the ledge and carefully placed it on the pool perimeter. His eyebrows nearly flew off his forehead. You had never voluntarily touched a bug in the entire time he'd known you.

You leaned your arms against the ledge, looking at the sopping wet dragonfly in wonder. It was the prettiest green color, dark and shiny like when Loki wore his suit. Its transparent wings, even though waterlogged, were like bits of the most delicate tiny golden lace. You tilted your head again, studying it with all your might, when Bucky perched next to you.

"Good job saving the dragonfly, baby," he praised.

"Tank you!" you replied happily, but your eyes never left the insect. "Hims getting dry, hims too wet from da pool." You moved slightly to your right to get a different angle. That's when you noticed that one of the dragonfly's lower wings was folded a bit, sticking to itself. You turned quickly to your Daddy.

"Lookit, his wing is folded!"

"So it is."

"Gotta help him," you said determinedly, before starting to walk your hands along the edge of the pool, your eyes scanning the perimeter.

"Whoa, whoa, hold up there Trouble," Bucky said quickly, taking a large side step and stroke. "Where do you think you're going?" His hands stopped you from continuing your journey towards the deep end.

You looked up at Bucky, a bit surprised. "Gotta help da dragonfly, Daddy," you said, wondering what he had missed in your last statement.

"By going in the deep end? I don't think so."

"Oh. Didn't mean to go into da deep end. I looking for something to help his wing."

"I don't know if we-" was all Bucky got out before you shrieked with joy, then pushed yourself up on the step a bit and lunged forward. He couldn't see what you grabbed before you had already flung yourself back into the water and were dog paddling your way back to your new friend. Bucky just walked next to you, his hands at the ready just in case.

You carefully approached the bug again, and gently lifted the stiff leaf you found. Oh so very very carefully, you smoothed the leaf under the wing gently, helping to unfold it. You slowly slid the leaf under the wing so it wouldn't stick to the wet pavement, then carefully swam backwards.

For the next fifteen minutes, you absolutely could not take your eyes off the dragonfly. You gasped when it fluttered its upper wings a bit, when it tilted forward as it tried to move, and when it was finally able to lift all four wings. You squawked loudly at anyone who got close and made waves that threatened to wash over the edge, but after a while everyone became invested in the saga, watching closely or from a poolside chair. When the dragonfly suddenly took off, darting up into the clear blue sky, the cheer that arose from the team was deafening.

Your goal instantly became search-and-rescue for any other possible bugs that might need assistance (with Bucky and Steve keeping a close watch out for hornets and wasps). You used your leaf as a bug life raft to help a ladybug and a little moth. You stayed right by their sides until they were okay enough to fly or toddle away.

Later on that night, Steve and Bucky chuckled to themselves when you passed out nearly instantly upon being put to bed, having absolutely exhausted yourself from so much fun and heroics today. They turned the baby monitor and nightlight on, and pulled your door almost all the way shut.

"That's a very sweet and caring baby we have, Stevie," Bucky said, interlacing his fingers with his husband's as they walked down the hallway.

"She's the best," Steve said, glowing with pride. "And...look what I found. She's gonna love this." He tugged Bucky into the living room, turning on the TV and switching over to your favorite app. "Check it out. There's a Pixar movie called 'A Bug's Life'. We should watch it tomorrow with her," he said, grinning.

"Oh, she's gonna lose her mind."

"Yup. But we need to make sure we're on the same page before we let her watch this."

"What do you mean?"

"We are NOT getting a terrarium, flea circus, ant farm- NOTHING- no matter how cute this is or how much she begs."

"I'm with you on this one, Lima Charlie. No doubt about it. United front."

But they never said they couldn't buy you dragonfly stuffies....

[belovedmusings]

“I’m not going anywhere.”

+ MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS +

Explicit Smut 18+ 🚫Minors DNI🚫

Satoru survived being severed in half thanks to Yuuta’s Reversed Curse Technique and subsequently claimed victory, but you keep reliving the moment you saw him die before your eyes. You wake up beside him one night crying from a nightmare of it, and wanting to make you feel better and remind you that he’s okay and he’s not going anywhere, he lets you take him any way you need him.

Relevant tags: AFAB reader with minimal gendered language, reader insert without using “y/n”, graphic nightmare at the beginning but it’s quick, fix-it, hurt/comfort, soft and emotional sex, handjob, fingering, Satoru’s 6-inch fingers, slow sex, praises and declarations of love, lots of kissing, love bites, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, Satoru’s big cock :’) <3

Music recommended while reading: My Love (Sia), positions (Ariana Grande), Souvenir (Selena Gomez), Religion (Lana Del Rey)

A/N: no I’m absolutely not over wtf happened in ch 236 and yes I’m 100% crazy enough to still believe him when he said he’d win. He’ll win and I trust him. I have to or I’ll go crazy. Here’s this emotional smut to cope.

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He was winning. He was fine, he was smiling and now—

He’s not. He’s not moving, he’s not doing anything but he’s in half he’s in fucking half and there’s so much blood—

You scream. You scream but it sounds like it’s underwater and you can’t breathe, you can’t feel anything but despair and pain and dread and anger and disbelief and fucking devastation. Satoru is— he’s— oh god, he’s—

“Hey.”

You’re sobbing. Tears stream from your eyes but you can’t feel, you can’t see anything, you can’t hear, you can’t exist without him—

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”

That voice snaps you back to consciousness, a deep gasp from you following. Warm hands are on your shoulders, and you look up at the source, eyes landing upon Satoru’s concerned face. His beautiful, alive face. What? How?

“Hey,” he murmurs again softly, brows furrowed in worry as he rubs up and down your arm soothingly. “Shh, shh, shh…you’re okay. It was just a bad dream.”

A dream?

“No it wasn’t,” you shake your head, voice broken. The lump in your throat won’t go away as you continue to cry. “You were…you were gone and I—”

“I’m right here,” he cuts him firmly, squeezing your arm. “Look at me. I’m talking to you, aren’t I? I’m fine. Promise.”

Your eyes search his face, his body, and blindly you reach out, touching his clothed abdomen, feeling over it to make absolutely sure he’s not lying. When you feel nothing but solid, warm flesh underneath, even when you touch down to his thigh, you relax, sniffling. He’s completely intact. He’s okay.

You remember then what had happened after he had fallen. You’d gone into a panic, threw up, and blacked out after sobbing uncontrollably after tearing your eyes from the screen that displayed his lifeless body.

When you woke up, you were lying against a wall, Shoko watching over you, telling you that Yuuta managed to get ahold of him while Yuuji and Higuruma were fighting Sukuna. He’d used his Reversed Curse Technique to heal him, and he was up and fighting again, this time facing off with Kenjaku.

It was jarring to see him back alive, like you were seeing the resurrection of a god. But it was okay. He was even stronger than before, and along with the others, he was capable of defeating both of the threats.

His victory had restored balance once more.

He’d come off of that battlefield on his own two feet, sweaty, heavily banged up and exhausted, but he had a brilliant smile on his face that said everything is fine now, and he’d welcomed you into his arms without hesitation.

“Oh god,” you breathe out, “It was a dream. Thank god.”

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in, planting a kiss on your temple.

“I told you I’d win, didn’t I?” He asks, “You gotta trust me, silly. M’ not going anywhere.”

You huff, nuzzling into his chest. “Don’t call me silly because I’m worried about you.”

He sighs softly, rubbing your back. “Fine, fine. But seriously, I’m fine. So no need to worry, okay? I’m right here, however you need me.”

He is. You can feel him in your arms, you can feel him holding you, and yet in your sleep-fogged mind, you can’t help but still retain some anxiety that you’ll wake up again and he’ll be gone for good. That you imagined all of those victories in order to cope. You need to feel more of him to confirm he’s real.

“However I need you?” You ask, drawing back to meet his eyes, gleaming in the dim lighting of the moon. He nods.

“Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be otherwise? I’m yours to do with as you please.”

You can’t help it; his tone always brings out a special playfulness in you. “As I please? You sound so easy.”

“Easy for you,” he grins wolfishly, and you roll your eyes fondly before sobering up.

“I need more reassurance,” you tell him. “I want to feel you.”

He eyes you curiously, nodding. “Sure thing. What do you have in mind?”

You reach up to touch his face, brushing your thumb between his eyebrows to work out the furrow, then dancing it over his brow bone, then his cheekbone, and finally his lips. You pad it over the soft skin there before leaning up and kissing him, relaxing at the familiar taste of his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture, lips moving with yours in a combination of slow and sensual.

The hand that was resting on his jaw slowly travels down over his neck, where your thumb runs over the column gently, grazing his Adam’s apple a few times before moving on to his collarbone. You explore that spot for a few moments and then massage down his shoulder, over his pec, flattening your palm to feel the beat of his heart.

It calms you to feel that strong thump thump thump against your touch, impassioning you enough to make you deepen the kiss and slip your tongue into his protestless mouth. A soft groan sounds at the back of his throat, and that spurs you on to continue touching him, running your palm over his muscles that were once lithe, but after time spent preparing for battle while he was sealed away to occupy himself, have turned thick and solid. You ghost over the ridges of his abdomen and shiver, feeling each contour through his shirt.

It sends a wave of heat through you and your ministrations turn heavy with desire, finding the hem of his shirt, sliding your hand underneath it and massaging over the hot skin of his naked chest. He groans and guides his own hand from your waist to your ass, clad only in underwear for comfort to sleep, giving it a generous knead.

“Mmh,” you breathe into his mouth, letting him go further to grab your thigh, hooking his hand under your knee and hiking your leg up around his hip.

His tongue runs over yours dirtily as his hand slides back up to the apex of your legs, reaching around to cup your mound through the thin garment over it. His middle and ring fingers massage over that little sensitive pearl just begging to be touched, making you moan softly.

Your lust is deepening by the second and it makes you grow bolder, palm on his abdomen lowering to the front of his boxers and caressing the sizable hardness it finds there. Subconsciously you start to move your hips with his touches, kiss turning sloppy the more you pleasure each other.

The drags of his fingertips get a little too difficult when the fabric over your core gets soaked through, so he easily amends it by slipping his fingers beneath the edge of the article, touching you without any barriers.

“Satoru,” you moan louder as he teases the swollen pearl beneath his digits. He hums in his throat, and wanting to even things out, your hand dips below his boxers, wrapping around the hard and hot erection he’s been sporting since you started kissing him.

A bead of precum at his tip makes the slide a little easier and you feel him start rocking into your hand, meeting your strokes, a breathy groan sounding from him.

He wants the upperhand, of course, so he elects to push two of his lengthy fingers into your entrance, causing you to gasp, spreading your legs wider to accommodate. The man’s digits are long enough to reach your cervix without even trying and he presses pointedly against it, wriggling the tips of his fingers against that sensitive spot teasingly.

“God, Satoru,” you mewl, touching him with more purpose, circling your thumb over his tip.

“Ngh,” he groans in response, moving his hand so that he starts finger-fucking you at a pace, the wet sounds reaching your ears along with the heavy pants from the both of you. You clench around him and he speeds up, abusing that part deep inside of you just with his hand.

You love it when he fingers you but it’s not what you want right now—not truly.

You look up at him, shuddering at the look of unbridled lust pooling in his cerulean eyes. He always gets this certain wild look that gives you goosebumps.

“Satoru,” you manage breathlessly.

“Yeah?” He asks, just as winded.

“I want you inside me. I need to feel you.”

He sucks in a breath and nods, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling his fingers out of you. He rolls to lay on his back, raising his hand up to his mouth and running his long tongue over the digits coated in your essence, a deep groan sounding after. It invigorates your desire for him and hurriedly, you remove your soaked underwear, freeing him of his own boxers afterward.

He sits up for a moment to get his shirt off, tossing it off the bed and then grabbing your hips, making you straddle his thighs. His hands hook under your shirt and you raise your arms so that he can remove it, the two of you now bare as the day you were born.

He wastes no time in kissing you again, this time more desperately, using one hand to guide your hips over his large cock, the other holding it still. He slides inside as you lower yourself, girth forcing you to stretch generously.

“Fuck,” you breathe into his mouth. You’re familiar with his impressive size by now but it never ceases to light a fire with your nerve-endings, length stuffing you full even before he’s bottomed out. You shudder and push him down to lay out on the bed, following him, breaking the kiss to bury your face in the crook of his neck. His palms grip the tops of your thighs as you lay on his chest, your skin touching everywhere. He’s so warm and sturdy beneath you, you feel like you could stay like this forever, tucked into him, split open on his dick, nestled deep inside you without any effort. You breathe in and get hit with the scent of his skin, musky and sweet in a way that’s unique only to him and completely intoxicating to you.

You push your nose more greedily into the column of his neck, moaning as he starts rolling both of your hips together slowly. Like this, his abdomen provides the perfect firm muscle to grind your swollen pearl on, heightening your pleasure.

He bends his legs to provide himself with a little barrier so that when he pushes your hips down, they don’t have anywhere to go, forcing you to take his cock deeper. It prods at your cervix and forces hot chills over your body, your hands bracing on his shoulders helplessly as he does all of the work.

You inhale deeply as he grinds up into you, walls fluttering around him, eliciting a groan from his syrupy voice.

It sends a shiver through you and wanting to chase it, you flick your tongue out over his collarbone, licking along the flesh to taste him.

“Oh,” he grunts, sucking air through his teeth as you feel him twitch inside of you. Encouraged from his response, you do it again, closing your lips around the spot and sucking. A stuttered breath is pulled from him, your hold on his arms tightening.

Like this, you just feel so safe, so content. He’s all you could ever need. Sure, he’s insufferable sometimes and his personality goes overboard naturally, but he’s never too much for you. He’s serious when he needs to be and so sincere in his sweetness, in his affection—you don’t know what you’d do without him. You thank any god that might exist along with the stars that he survived, that he prevailed and that everything is fine now. Your chest swells with all of the gratitude in the world and it spills over.

“Satoru,” you breathe, feeling tears prick at your eyes, “I love you so much.”

You feel him swallow thickly as his hands rub comfortingly up and down the expanse of your back, kisses being pressed to the top of your head.

“Me too, baby,” he replies softly, voice slightly strained with the distraction of heat around his cock. “I feel the exact same way about you.”

You sigh shakily, littering sloppy, wet kisses over his neck, starting to roll your hips in time with his.

“I’m always gonna be here,” he continues between labored pants, “You…you can’t get rid of me. Mmh—you’re stuck with me for life.”

Your kisses begin to be accompanied by involuntary whimpers, the sensation of him locked inside of you along with his smooth skin rubbing against your sensitive bud starting to overwhelm you.

“I’m gonna…h-hah…love you so much you’ll be annoyed with me,” he continues, sucking air through his teeth, “oh fuck…so glad I have you. I really am.”

You sniffle, a watery smile spreading over your lips. A few tears escape your eyes but this time they’re of joy.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you say with your entire soul.

“Nothing can keep me down for long,” he assures you, “I promise, okay? I promise.”

You nod against his neck, moaning when he speeds up, hands controlling your movements to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Sh-shit, Satoru,” you mewl, feeling your climax start to approach. His breathing gets heavier and more ragged, chest rising and falling so prominently that it jostles you on top of him, indicating that he’s just as wrecked as you are.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he exhales thinly, “Oh shit, shit, god you’re so tight…I’m gonna…”

You choke on a gasp, eyes squeezing shut. He always rambles when he’s nearing his finish, control on his words slipping, and you think it’s the hottest thing in the world.

“Ngh,” he gasps out, guiding you faster on top of him. You clench at the feeling, nearing the peak—“oh fuck, it’s gonna, it’s—a-ah, ah, fuck…”

You feel exactly when he cums, cock twitching hard as he spills against the entrance to your womb. The feeling of release pouring coupled with his incessant grinding on your mound pushes you to climax, a full body shudder taking over you as you tighten around his member.

He groans at the feeling, giving you another spurt of release, hands moving up to hug you close, pressing his cheek to your forehead.

“That was so good,” he breathes.

You nod in agreement, kissing his neck once more.

You know this is the part where you get off of him so you can clean up to get back to sleep, but you don’t want to move at all. You’re completely sated now, and the feeling of his softening cock inside of you is comforting. Undeniable proof that he’s right here with you in the form of a dull stretch in your core.

“Let’s stay like this,” you tell him, and he chuckles softly.

“It’s just that good, isn’t it?”

You snort softly, raising up to meet his eyes. “You’re such a little shit.”

His smile is lazy and mirthful. “Ah, but I’m your little shit. By law you have to deal with me forever, sorry.”

He shrugs in a way that indicates he’s not sorry at all, and your grin widens.

“I’m happy to deal with you forever.”

His beautiful face is radiant with the next smile he gives you, and when your lips meet in a soft kiss, you realize that all of the anxiety and fear that nightmare had left you with has been melted away.

Satoru is real, and he’s okay. He really isn’t going anywhere. He’s safe and warm and set to live a long and happy life by your side.

When the kiss ends you lay back down on his chest, and he takes to drawing invisible circles over your back with his fingertips, the steadiness of his breath, the sureness of his heartbeat, and his comforting scent all lulling you to a peaceful sleep with the promise of his presence tomorrow.

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A/N: I actually miss him so much to the point where it’s debilitating. I’m literally a widow at this point I might as well put a picture of him in a fuckin locket and wear it like he sent it in his last letter to me, like Gege u bitch that was our husband

Please don’t repost my work but feel free to reblog/share. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed :)

[libertine-past]

Alternate “Love in Vain.” Cody doesn’t call. That’s it! That’s the fic! 😂

Rogue clonked her phone back in its cradle. “Don’t you hate it when you tell someone they got the wrong number, and they argue with you? I know I have a lot of characters floatin’ around in here,” she gestured at her head, “but I’m a hundred percent sure I ain’t Linda from the Yonkers Craft Expo.”

Gambit snickered with a look of pure engrossment, shaking his head in delight. “Indeed. Linda sound pretty boring to me.”

“Oh, I bet you think you could liven her up though, honey-tongue— the way you came in all gussied up to go out on the town.”

“We don’ have to go nowhere. You don’t even have to get out of your nightgown or put down your book, ‘less you want. A date can just be you an’ me in the same room.”

God, this man’s standards couldn’t get any endearingly lower. She puffed some fallen white hair out of her face. “Welp. You ever seen Baywatch? It’s kind of a guilty pleasure, like these Harlequin stories. Hnh. What am I sayin’. Of course you have. Men sure appreciate the um.” She rolled her eyes and made curvy gestures. “Casting.”

“Eh. That show irrealiste. Petty t’ieves always blowin’ up oil rigs or something. Nobody that dumb.”

“So your big takeaway from a show fulla bathin’ beauties is the shitty portrayal of crime?” she laughed.

“Oh, I see them beauties. How do you think I do all my trainin’ for look don’t touch?”

“You can always use more of that. Alright then. You, me, and bad TV it is.”

“Ey, what happen to your bedpost?” he asked, finally noticing.

“Trainin’ for knockin’ your dang block off.”

They sat on the rec room futon in the glow of the TV, under a blanket.

“Aw hell, this is one of those filler episodes with like three beach montages,” Rogue said.

“Yeah, I hate watchin’ people just enjoyin’ themselves,” Gambit winked. “You gotta have filler in life, chere. Can’t be all life-or-death drama.”

She looked him over. “The way you dress like Don Johnson on Saturday nights, I feel like we should be watchin’ Miami Vice reruns instead.”

“You love it.” He pulled off his scarf and draped it around her shoulders.

“Didn’t say I didn’t.”

And it happened—the long, hungry look that usually made her run. She didn’t, but she wasn’t above a quick subject change. “God, they use same underwater footage over an’ over.”

“Well, folks can’t hold their breath forever.”

She knew this wasn’t a dig at her, but she retreated into overthinking. “…you’ve been tryin’ for a few years with me, Remy.”

“Chere. Don’t. That’s never what this feel like.” He pulled her hand out from under the blanket and kissed it. “A barrier doesn’t phase me none. It’s you underneath. That’s all that matters. It’s the 90’s. Everyone big on protection, non?”

“Oh yeah, I’m blendin’ right in with today’s generation. …I-I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to stay off this topic, can I?”

The silence wrapped around them as the TV continued its soapy glow on their faces. Gambit didn’t realize that she’d mostly fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“You know why I like this show?” Gambit said. “I can relate, ‘cause Rogue always come to Gambit’s rescue.”

“…..mhm. Cuz iloveyou, caj,” she mumbled.

He exhaled hard. He knew the declaration probably didn’t count, but he clung to it like a life ring.

[emry-stars-art]

I didnt mean to rediscover how much I like brainstorming and world building stuff but here we are - this time it’s (mostly) pirate Neil and shark Andrew flavored!

@tell-me-your-vision had some very good tags on the last post like this so of course I started thinking harder about it lol, you all know by now that the best way to get me to draw more is to leave ideas and questions in your tags 😘 it’s very interesting figuring out what parts I want to be drawn directly from the source animal and what I want to have artistic liberty with! Sometimes you just gotta say “it’s this way because I decided it is” and offer no more explanation, not even to yourself.

That being said. If the snippet interested you, find more of the unfinished scene here :D (and if you want to leave a comment… 👀)

I don’t know how clear this image is going to end up being, so here’s the important notes typed up:

Does [Andrew’s] missing fin cause maneuverability problems? Yep. Fins keep the body stable and streamlined in the water. No fin/half detached fins means Andrew spends a lot more energy to be equally as efficient while swimming. (That’s part of why he had more upper body strength than most mers.)

Does jelly Neil feel pain like humans? Not at all. Pain vs nociception - the detection of averse stimulus. So Neil can sense and respond to ‘painful’ stimuli, and he does feel some pain like a person would in his upper half, but it’s mostly just a sensation that he responds to. (This is dangerous. Less pain means he doesn’t realize how dire a situation may be.)

A second eyelid - like a crocodile/etc; a clear secondary eyelid that closes horizontally beneath the primary eyelid, developed to keep the eye safe and clear underwater. Why jelly Neil rarely ‘actually’ blinks

Pirate Neil’s prosthesis. Most of it is always hidden under clothes; it’s made of leather, copper, rubber, and cumaru wood. It was given to him by Stuart as soon as the man found out that Neil had lost his leg, and Stuart had it custom made through his vast connections. At one point in the timeline, Neil angrily takes it off to show a wary and lashing-out sharkDrew that he has also once been on the wrong end of a ‘whaler’s’ knife.

The tiny two panel comic in the bottom right corner: pirate Neil says “stop trying to stab me in the leg” while sharkDrew was fairly certain he just took out this pirate’s kneecap with his sharp rock

The snippet:

“And it was terrified. It’s second eyelids fluttered, it’s eyes were hazy. It held the rough stone ready in case Neil tried to get close again. It still wasn’t breathing right. It was still bleeding.

“Okay,” Neil said softly. He held his own hands out a little to the side. “I’m not going to hurt you more.”

The shark snarled, though it’s mouth never opened.

“I didn’t hurt you in the first place. They’re still finning mers?”

Neil tried to step in, slowly, and was met with another vicious swing. He was ready this time, avoiding the sharp stone neatly.

“Hey, thing. Keep moving like that and you’ll bleed to death.”

Another attempt, and another swing. Neil looked at the place it’s fin had been, now a horrible, gaping wound on its back. He could see the meat beneath the blood. If he didn’t help soon, the shark would go into shock, if not simply die here on the rocks.

“Do you even realize what’s at stake for you?”

[mewnekoice-mecha]

DP x DC

Part 2 of Idol!Danny

Quick summary: Danny is performing in Gotham, the bat boys & girls go see it. Que Simps Damian and Tim

Here’s Danny’s outfit as always

*knock**knock*

“Phantom ,your on in 5 ok”,said the manger for this event, “Please head to the stage, we’re ready”.

“Ok, I’m on my way,” came a light male voice with a soft undertone that didn’t seem human. The male in question was none other then teen idol and meta sensation PHANTOM or in his dimension Danny Fenton, a teen with glowing white hair that constantly shifts like it’s underwater, eyes that glow a bright neon green, small fangs that fill a faerie like face, his entire appearance screams supernatural. That’s not the only reason he’s so popular, but we’ll see why later.

At the moment he was about to do one of his biggest concerts to date in the city of crime itself Gotham City, Home of the Bat and His Birds. Doing one last check to make sure his outfit and makeup was perfect, Phantom left his room and headed to the main area in the arena that he will be singing in, in just a few minutes.

Taking a breath Danny shook himself and grabbed the headset that was handed to him, as the workers fitted around him doing last minute checks before he goes on. Eyes flashing brighter then ever, a smirk came across his face as he felt Lady Gotham’s Knights had decided to join his little concert, now he HAS to make this a performance worth remembering.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, YOU KNOW HIM YOU LOVE HIM, PLEASE WELCOME PHANTOM!!!!”

Time to knock ‘‘em dead Fenton

*Jason’s POV *

‘I can’t believe Cass and Steph, dragged us to a concert for some lame meta twink singer, I could be sleeping or shooting at assholes right now buutt nooo I gotta be here with demon brat, replacement and dickie as well’ I thought as we grabbed our seats. Steph and surprisingly Cass have been raving nonstop about some meta singer that popped up a year ago. Apparently he’s been taking the music scene by storm and he’s already won awards for his music despite his young age, I can’t help but Amit I’m a little curious about him as it’s almost unheard of for a meta to be so open about they’re powers like he is. As soon as I thought that, the announcement to welcome the kid who’s stage name is apparently Phantom came on, guess I’ll see what’s the fuss about ,when QUIETNESS and Darkness greeted me.

*Danny’s POV*

After my announcement came, i floated invisible and intangible to the center stage, then I grabbed on my core and PULLED all the light to me so there was only Darkness, that’s when the music started and I began to SING

🎶Better-Arc North, Rival🎶

I slowly became visible as I sung a bright spot in total darkness

“Like we’re underwater

Can’t hear nothing

You’ve been casting a spell

I’m all yours now

Yeah, you’ve been

Fillin the space upon my mind”

I floated slowly around the stage like I was looking or daydreaming about someone, a dazed/happy expression on my face

“And tell me everything

Both the good and bad

Cause whatever you tell me

I will still like everything that I see

Cause nothing feels better then us

I’m so high can’t get down

No nothing feels better than when I’m with you”

Moving closer to the edge of the stage I could see and hear the dazed, blushing faces of my fans screams and cries of I love you and Phantom filled the air, it was almost time to dazzle my little specters

“My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I won’t lie

Nothing feels better than you”

As soon as the bass started to drop Releasing my hold on my core, the entire arena became a NEBULA with me as its center, bright blues and purples filled the arena as shooting stars shot behind me

“Nothing feels better than this

No nothing feels better than this”

Looking at the faces of my fans I could spot some shocked faces in the front row, and low and behold it was Lady Gotham’s birds. Creeping closer I leaned close to one of them a male with shocking blue-gray eyes and smelling a bit like coffee I sang my next part

“Let me be your safe place

If the sky would open

I’m making sure that you stay dry

In the greatest of storms

I’ll be your light”

Leaving him slacked jawed with a pretty blush I moved on to the next bird closest to me which happened to be the one with pretty green eyes and gorgeous Arabic tan I’ve ever seen, he was scowling but had a light blush that was unnoticeable to untrained eyes, taking a clawed finger I lightly brushed against his face not quite touching but still noticeable

“And they can’t tell me nothing

That will make a difference

Since I got everything I need in you

I’m invincible I believe”

He was staring wide eyed at me like he couldn’t even believe I was talking er singing to him, moving back to the stage I started using my ecto-ice to make a light mist that cause the nebula around me to sparkle as I air danced

“Cause nothing feels better

Than us

I’m so high I can’t get down

No nothing feels better

Than when I’m with you

My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I won’t lie”

Bringing my hands in front of me I slammed them together creating a would be universe around me with a shadowy figure reaching a hand out toward me for me to take, reaching for the hand I grasped it and pulled it towards me as the shadows peeled away from the figure showing a gothic loli teen with a bat choker on and golden eyes

“Nothing feels better than you

Nothing feels better than this

Nothing feels better than this

My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I wont lie

Nothing feels better than you”

Ending the song on that note I hugged Gotham as a thanks for letting me use her as a stand in.

But as for her knight’s I had no way of knowing just how true my song would become for me and them

@skulld3mort-1fan @kawaiikenna @xye-chan

as always this is an open prompt so if u like the prompt you can borrow it or make a story out of it all I ask is just a mention of where it came from

[peachycrisis]

Human Again

Chapter 3

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Charlie watched the man infront of her practically internally fall apart with a matter of seconds, she noticed his breathing beginning to become heavy as he started to chuckle to himself, looking down as he started muttering words she couldn’t quite understand. The former radio demon moved his arms close to his chest, as if he was trying to hide himself from the world- but yet that signature smile was still plastered on his face.

“Al….” She spoke his name softly, with no response from the other.

“Alastor.” She spoke louder, still soft but with a stern underwater that showed that she was being serious. Alastor looked up with teary eyes.

“I’m sorry dear, a little hiccup- that’s all!” the man spoke, stretching out his smile more in an attempt to hide his panic.

“Okay, this looks pretty bad- but I’m going to stitch you up, is that okay?” Charlie asked, Alastor started at her with wide eyes for a moment, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing.

“Alright, I have supplies in the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” She got up from the floor turning her back to the injured radio host, before turning her head back towards him.

“Dont. Move.”

“I-“

“Don’t. Move.” She spoke again, stern enough to even make the radio demon feel taken back. “Rest, lay back and relax. We both know you need it.” She spoke before walking out the door, closing it behind her leaving the man alone with his thoughts. His terribly human thoughts.”

Alastor hated looking pathetic- and weak. He had built up this whole persona, being one of the strongest and most feared overlords in all of hell, and now all of that power he has acquired over nearly 90 years had gone away within an instant- leaving him as an empty shell of what he once was and what he was once capable of.

And now he’s left in this body- this body he had hated the entirety of his human existence.

Alastor had always been a scrawny kid, even in life he had always been thin- too thin for his liking. He had never been one to have much of an appetite in life. Yes, he was stocky- and had muscles from years of digging holes on his family’s farm- and he had caught the eyes of many girls, and boys throughout the years due to his magnificent looks (not like he would be interested in either, like Rosie said he is an ‘ace in the hole’.)

To others, he was beauty, but to him, he had always been a kid who was skin and bones. A broken skeleton.

He hated this, he hated looking weak, and he especially hated feeling bare and exposed.

——————

“Calm down, Carl. Please.” A woman spoke from the other side of the table, begging her husband to calm down. The man got up abruptly.

“I’m going outside.” the man spoke, kicking his chair, heading out of the dining room- but not without forgetting his bottle. The woman sighed sadly before putting her focus back on her distraught son. She watched him tremble as tears welled in his eyes.

“Bambi- you gotta eat something, you’re skin and bones honey.” The woman spoke softly, gesturing towards the bowl of jambalaya infront of hun. The woman wore a beautiful gown, and sported beautiful brown curly hair that rode its way down her back, close to her waist.

“I’m not hungry.” The boy whimpered, he looked down at his trembling palms, which now resides in his lap.

“Al, honey- look at me” she spoke as she lifted up his chin. The boy was dressed in a white dress shirt, brown dress pants- and a red apron. The boy looked up at his mother with big brown doe eyes and brown curly hair, a couple of strands being stuck behind his round framed glasses.

“In situations like this, we gotta keep our hopes up- okay?” She spoke softly, moving her hand from his chin to his cheek, caressing it softly. “We just gotta think good thoughts and hope that everything passes, a smile is a valuable tool my dear, it assures that through anything that comes our way- we will always be the ones in control”

“now smile for me honey, it will be okay. You’re never fully dressed without one.” She said as she got up from the table, heading outside to chase after her husband- leaving her son at the table, alone.

the boy looked down at his arms- pale, ragety and scarred. He put on his best smile- grabbed the knife he used to make his family’s meal, and headed to the bathroom.

——————

Alastor sighed as he relaxed his arms into his lap, waiting for Charlie to return with the medical supplies. Even though he knew he was technically in his own body, it still felt foreign. He felt powerless. He felt… human.

And that feeling is both a blessing, and a curse. A curse, especially for the radio demon.

He looked down at his bare arms, the formally black claws that faded to grey skin- now a tan, flesh tone, his arms, specifically his lower arms littered in the scars that reminded him both of his physical, and emotional battles. The battles that he had nearly forgotten about, the emotions that he claimed made him weaker. made him prey. And prey is exactly what Alastor, the all mighty radio demon, became.

“Al, I’m back!…Al?” He heard, he looked up and saw Charlie, looking concerned, standing in front of him with a first aid kit. He hadn’t even noticed that she had walked in.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Al spoke softly, his smile on the brink of breaking. He had also nearly forgotten about the big laceration across his chest.

“Honestly dear, I had nearly forgotten about the injury.” he chuckled, glancing down at his chest. Charlie noticed his brown doe eyes, big and glistening with tears threatening to fall. He looked so… innocent? She sighed as she knelt down in front of him, placing the first aid kit next to her- and places her hand on his cheek.

“Alastor, it’s okay to be vulnerable…” she preached quietly, rubbing her finger over his soft cheek, she felt him trembling- he was scared. He was scared, and he still felt the need to keep the mask up. “It’s okay to let it all out, you don’t need to be happy- let alone smile all the time. Not smiling doesn’t make you weak, it makes you strong.”

And for the first time in almost a century, the radio demon let go.

She watched as his smile dropped as his breath hitched… the man’s eyes flooded with tears, which began to leak down his cheeks as he began to sob hysterically- as if he hadn’t cried since he was living on earth. The princess got up from her place on the floor and took a seat next to the hysterical man on her bed. She wrapped her arms around him, being careful of not irritating his injury even more. She felt the radio demon put his weight on her as he cried, gripping onto the arms that are wrapped around him, as if they were keeping him afloat.

he needed this, and she was going to help him through it.

15 minutes later, Alastor, the Radio Demon is laying in the lap of Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of hell. Charlie played with the mans hair, soothing his scalp as sniffles and hiccups echoed throughout the room.

“Al?” She spoke, breaking the silence.

“Yes?”

“We still should take care of that wound.” She chuckled, as she ran her rand from her hair to the man’s cheek, wiping away the dried tear stains. The man sat up with a sigh, looking down at himself.

“Yeah, i would assume that would be a rather smart idea.”

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday 🎄

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 💖

wasn't sure about posting this bc I don't wanna share like everything I have so far but it's fuck it friday so fuck it lol I'm too excited to keep it to myself haha - here's more of the christmas fic and the main idea behind it (I said it's gonna be mostly silly and fluffy and I promise it will be, just gotta add a little more sad while buck talks about his childhood lol)

prev snippet

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His eyes don’t leave the screen, while Eddie’s are glued to Buck’s face. “Well, there’s a lot of things I always wanted to do with my family on Christmas, but never got to.” his voice gets even quieter. “But there’s one thing in particular. I, uh, that’s so stupid.” he chuckles quietly, then nods to the screen, where a kid is opening a gift with a bright smile, his family surrounding him. “I wanted this.” he admits quietly, as if embarrassed. He never told Eddie much about his life growing up, but based on everything Eddie knows about his parents, he can imagine it wasn’t great. He never asked, not wanting to pry, but now Eddie wonders what Buck’s Christmas must’ve looked like, especially after Maddie moved out. He must’ve been miserable, and Eddie’s heart is breaking just at the thought.

“It’s not stupid to want a happy holiday with a loving family.” he says softly, carefully. Buck shakes his head, the red in his cheeks now visible despite the dark.

“I mean, that too, I- I never got this, and I always wished- but not just that.” another shake of his head. “I mean, the sweaters.” he mutters under his breath.

“Christmas sweaters?” Eddie asks, not sure if he heard right, just because of how quiet Buck said it.

“I know, it’s dumb. I just always imagined sitting around in matching sweaters, as a family, taking pictures, looking like we belong together, like I- like I belong.” he adds, turning his head away, so Eddie can’t see his face. Eddie reaches his hand further, touching Buck’s shoulder.

“They couldn’t give you matching Christmas sweaters?” he asks incredulously, fighting not to raise his voice.

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[spopsalt]

More miscellaneous She-Ra pins I found while sorting through Pinterest that made me want to die and my commentary on them. Pt. 2

Don’t you have to at least like eachother to be family? Thaws guys aren’t even friends. The only ones that get along are Scorpia and Perfuma, which was forced as hell, and Frosta is on okay terms with most (not all) of the characters listed. Everyone else tolerates eachother at best, or seem to flat out hate eachother at worst.

For example… Just gonna drop a little fun fact here, Mermista is the only Rebellion member who can breathe underwater. So, pairing that knowledge, along with Mermista’s subtle-as-a-bat-to-the-face hatred for Entrapta, and her overall unpleasant personality that leads me to believe she would do this without batting an eye, I’m fully convinced this fanart is just Mermista trying to murder Entrapta via drowning, and they made Entrapta seem too stupid to realize it. Listen, I watched Steven Universe, and specifically remember one of the eventual protagonists did try to drown others the same way. But at least they called her out for it at some point. Lapis didn’t seem to regret it, but at least they call her out. Knowing that Perfuma yoinked Entrapta off a high-ass rock, and could’ve killed her by doing that and didn’t seem to care… Idk, I feel like Mermista casually trying to drown Entrapta and Entrapta being portrayed as obliviously smiling because she’s treated as too dumb to live could easily be something I could see happening in canon. No, it hasn’t happened in canon, but it’s just so in line with the writing that I could see it.

Double whammy here. Some fans must be gymnast level flexible with how much they’re reaching. This is literally just her sleeping. Lots of people sleep that way. I mean, if it was the canon reason she does this, I wouldn’t take it so much as a sign of shipping as much as it’s a sign of Catra being entitled. Girl has a bed and chooses to take up half of Adora’s. I get that real cats do it, but real cats are also not the size of a teen girl and taking up that much space. I definitely don’t think the way Adora sleeps has anything to do with Catra. I’m just saying if it did, it wouldn’t be great anyway.

Idk about same, but it’s definitely similar energy. But these fans gotta realize it’s not a good thing…

Also, I hate how Glimmer and Bow are just smiling and letting it happen. I don’t even like Glimmer or Bow that much, but I can confidently say that they’re better friends than this. I swear, their writing in S5 was utter trash.

Like how you said, most of these people just tolerate each other at best, and hate each other at worst

Yeahhh given the Mermista is VERY obvious in her distain for Entrapta, I doubt it's just some cute silly thing

Damn Catradora stans back must hurt from all the streching their doing. That's a common sleeping posistion? I sleep like that, does it mean I'm making space for my abusive sister to sleep at the edge of my bed like a dog?

Ah yes, two people disobeying their love interests boundaries while nobody does anything to stop them when the other person is clearly uncomfortable..how romantic

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

At the hot springs

Fandom: Seven deadly sins

Characters: Ban

Relationships: Ban x reader

Note: spice under the cut

Wrapping the towel around you, you pushed strands of hair out of your face and stepped out of changing rooms into the small courtyard with the pool. For a moment, everything you could register was the sound of running water, hot humid air, and thick fog everywhere you looked. You stood for a moment and with squinted eyes, looked for the direction of the pool. When your eyes caught the stone edge of the pool you carefully stepped towards it. Little by little, you started to see more of the bath as you walked closer. You took a note of the neat stack of towels and soaps at the steps to the pool, rock boulders positioned nearby and water gently lapping at the stone walls.

Carefully, so you won’t slip on the wooden steps, you put your foot into the water. It was even hotter than you imagined. You took off your towel and slowly sank into the warm water letting out a groan as you felt your muscles relax, followed by a content sigh. Your eyes wandered to the other side of the bath and you noticed a silhouette sitting there. You couldn’t decipher a person’s appearance in the thick fog, but all you thought about was how great it is that the women’s part of bathing pools was mostly abandoned today except for you and that other girl.

However, as the fog started slowly floating away you had a chance to inspect this person further. For a woman, the person had impressive shoulder width, accompanied by their muscular arms and thick neck, you started to suspect this wasn’t a woman. To your horror, when the fog finally lifted your eyes were met with red devilish ones.

“Well, well, well…looks like you couldn’t wait for me to get home huh? Gotta say, quite bold. I like it!”

Ban emphasized his flirting remark by striking a provocative pose with a hand purposefully carding through his damp hair, bulging bicep full on display.

You would’ve shot some scathing comment but you found it hard to untangle your tongue while your eyes followed a path of a wayward droplet of water that traveled from Ban’s temple to his jawline, down his neck, and finally trickling between his pectorals underwater. When you finally collected your thoughts, you let out a panicked screech and jump out of the water, only to dive back again when you realize that you were completely nude.

Once you were up your chin in the water you heard boisterous laughter. You glared at Ban showing no signs of getting out of the pool. He always looked so young and boyish when he laughed carelessly like that. Considering everything he’s been through, it’s honestly admirable. You shook yourself out of your musings. You’ve done it again…losing yourself in thoughts about him.

You decided to end your embarrassment with the loud accusation: “What are you doing here?!”

Ban stopped laughing and gave you a confused look, “I’m bathing?”

“That’s not what I mean…!”

Ban waved his hands at you with a cheeky smile. “Relax, relax. If you want me to get out of this pool so bad you could’ve just said so…” and with an impish grin, he started to slowly rise out of the water, and inch by inch more tempting bits of flesh were revealed to you. You flailed your arms in front of you in panic, “Wait! Hold on!! That’s not what I-”

Another wave of laughter echoed in the bathing chamber. You have to take a calming breath. This guy’s insufferable! Deciding that the best thing you can do is ignore him, you turned your back to him and grabbed one of the soap bars from the deck. Once he realizes he won’t get a reaction out of you he’ll leave on his own. The bathing chamber got quiet once again and you were sure your plan had worked. You started to lather the soap in your hands.

“Wanna help with that?”

Ban’s voice sounded surprisingly close and in shock, you bolted away from the source of the sudden offer, only to smack your head into one of the boulders encircling the pool. The soap fell out of your hands into the water and with your head bowed you rubbed the bump on your head. Ban’s smile disappeared the moment he heard your whimpers of pain. He loved to tease you but he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“Hey…you alright?” he asked you in a much softer voice than you’re used to with him.

“Dinna wants to scare ya like that.” he gently pushed your hand away and petted the back of your head with his own hand.

Feeling his much larger palm cupping your skull, you momentarily forgot the pain and lifted your head to look at him in surprise. His tender touch renders you speechless.

Ban noticed you staring at him and at that moment realized the intimacy created between the two of you. He jerked his hand away and stammered “I..uh…just wanted to make sure you’re…ugh dammit.” He scratched the back of his head as he felt his face warming up, and not from the hot water.

You kept looking at Ban, it’s not every day you get to see him flustered. That sheepish look in his face combined with his nudity that didn’t bother him at all made you laugh.

Hearing your soft giggles, Ban looked at you again. With your bare shoulders wet and glistening, damp hair turning all curly, and face scrunched up in laughter, you looked, really cute. This wasn’t the first moment he caught himself thinking these things. You’ve been occupying his thoughts for some time now. And the only way for him to convey these thoughts was a whole bunch of suggestive flirting with some pranks thrown into the mix.

He caught a glimpse of the soap bar you dropped and with one swoop of his hand, he fished the soap out. “Sooooo, the offer still stands?” he leered at you, “Want me to wash your back?” he swam a touch closer to you as he said those words and you could clearly see the small droplets on the tips of his hair or the veins in his forearms.

You pondered the question for a moment and then you said “Ok,” as nonchalantly as you could.

Ban’s lecherous grin froze on his lips.

Once more you turned your back to him and fixed your hair so they don’t cover your back, “make sure you won’t miss a spot.”

There was a beat of silence, as Ban stared dumbfoundedly at your bare back and you nervously kept your gaze on the pile of towels. If he’s going to be such an insufferable tease, let’s see if he can handle it being thrown back at him…

You were dragged out of your musings by the sound of shifting water as you felt Ban getting closer. Your heart was pounding, your body felt scalding hot all over and you could basically feel the skin of your back vibrate from his close proximity. Despite all of that, you knew that even with all his pervertedness Ban wouldn’t do anything to make you scared or uncomfortable.

You gripped your knees as you felt a pair of large calloused hands filled with soap suds slowly rest at your shoulders. They stayed there unmoving as if not sure how far you’ll allow them to go. Realizing this, you lifted one of your hands out of the water and gently ran your fingertips over his. A silent reassurance for him to continue.

The bandit felt the weight of his sin at that moment because he realized just how greedy he can truly be. With your wordless approval, he might take and take until there’s nothing else of you he could take. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he got to work.

His hands traveled to your forearms, working on tense muscles on their way. You let out a quiet sigh as you feel yourself relaxing. Then, in languid circles, Ban’s hands moved down your back. When his arms slid underwater to rest on your waist, his fingers spread to grip your sides more firmly. That grip made you feel strangely secure and stable as if you could’ve gone completely limp and he would still hold you firmly in place. A hot puff of breath tickled the side of your neck and you turned your head slightly, only for Ban to rest his wet cheek on your shoulder. Eyes closed to preserve the thin veneer of privacy between the two of you. You didn’t know what to say or do, so you just let him rest there. Calmness settling over you both.

“Five.”

“Hm?” you hummed inquisitively at Ban’s whisper.

“I counted five freckles,” he kept whispering, as if not to ruin the serenity of the moment.

You were once more rendered speechless, working on the lump that formed in your throat.

He slowly peeled his eyes open, blood-red pools swallowing you whole. He slowly pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his hands moving from your side to wrap around your middle and pull you closer to him. You gasped at the sensation of his strong chest and tight stomach pressing into your back. Your head tilted without you realizing it as he rested one of his canines near your pulse. No doubt he could feel the wild pumping of your blood there.

The last thing you remember is something firm pressing against your thigh as you slowly melted away into a hazy dream filled with pleasured sighs and wisps of steam rising from the water's surface.

[thefireintheshadow]

“Always gotta show up where I am, huh?” Joel teased, eyes glittering with amusement. “So obsessed with me.”

Etho rolled his eyes, but there was a smile in his voice. “I was invited. You’re the one that followed me here.”

“I was invited too-”

“You were both invited, jeez,” Gem huffed as she emerged from her fishing hut. “Gosh, Scar was right, you two need to get a room.”

Etho blushed, cheeks pinking over the top of his mask, and it was so cute that she didn’t feel even a little bad about her jab.

“Come down to my storage room,” she said, heading down the stairs to her underwater storage area. She had just finished decorating, and she wanted to show it off – plus privacy was a perk.

“This is a nice room,” Joel said as he trailed in behind Etho. “You giving us a room?”

Etho groaned under his breath, rubbing his forehead and leaning against the glass separating them from the water.

Gem pretended to think it over for a moment. “I mean, if you guys want to fuck it out in here… as long as you don’t mind me watching.” She hopped up on a chest she’d forgotten, leaning back on her hands and swinging her legs. She allowed herself the guilty pleasure of enjoying Etho’s deepening blush. Even the tips of his ears turned red.

But Joel was blushing too, and there was something so charming about Joel when he was flustered. He talked a big game but underneath he was a softie. Plus Gem was very good friends with his wife – and knew just how hard the Etho obsession ran.

Not like Gem could fault him for it. She was better at being cool about it, but she was an Ethogirl, through and through.

“So, what d’you need, Gem?” Joel finally broke the silence, clearing his throat. “You didn’t bring us here to kill us, right?”

“No, no, I’m not red, yet,” she said, and now it was her turn to be nervous. “I, um... When you guys finished Double Life, Pearl told me a lot.”

Both men groaned.

“Blummin’ heck,” Joel muttered, and plonked himself down on the bottom stairs.

“In visceral detail, “Gem continued. “What the Boat Boys were like.”

“Is this some kind of intervention?” Etho asked, eyeing Joel accusingly.

“No,” Gem replied, raising her palms. “Though my offer still stands. No, I...” She took a deep breath and let out a shaky laugh. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You guys were just rotting my brain.”

Joel cocked a brow, his goofy grin returning, that feigned bravado. “Did you bring us here because you’re obsessed with us?”

Gem looked at the ceiling. “God,” she murmured. “Why’d it have to be Joel?”

“You tell me, princess,” he said with a wink, and Etho groaned again but Gem shivered at the nickname. She had to just spit it out.

“I have had a very particular fantasy in my head for a long time,” she began. “I thought about talking to you during Secret Life but everything was so chaotic and the tasks and stuff… but now we’re in a unique situation with Demise and...”

Etho was staring at her. This expression was no longer flustered. He looked intrigued. That was a good sign. Joel didn’t fill the silence with any snarking, which was a first.

“I suppose I have a request... if you’re interested, of course.”

[read on ao3]

[allthingsfangirl101]

Right in Front of You – Steve Harrington

Season 4, Episode 7

Requested by faithiegirl01

I looked over my shoulder to see the kids watching us from the shore. I quickly turned around and wrapped my arms around myself, resisting the urge to dive into the water and swim back to shore. I could feel Steve's eyes on me as we rowed to the middle of the lake. He opened his mouth to say something to me but Nancy interrupted him.

"This is it," she sighed. "This is where Patrick died."

"Alright," Eddie said loudly as he clapped his hands. "Who wants to dive down and search for a gate? Probably not me because I've never seen one."

"That counts me out," Robin chuckled awkwardly. Nancy, Steve, and I looked at each other. My heart jumped into my throat when Steve sighed and started taking off his shoes.

"What are you doing?" I stuttered.

"Somebody's gotta go down and check this out," he sighed. "Unless one of you four can top being Hawking High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it's gotta be me. No complaints, alright?"

"But. . ."

Steve reached over and grabbed my hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze as he smiled at me.

"I'll be fine," he whispered. I opened my mouth to point out that he was going underwater, but he added, "I promise."

I looked away, unable to watch as my best friend, the boy I was secretly in love with, got ready to dive into the lake. I wrapped my arms around myself, holding my breath when I heard a splash. I struggled to keep my breathing under control as I tried not to think about Steve swimming toward a gate and what could be down there waiting for him.

I jumped when he finally came back to the surface. He swam to the edge of the boat, pulling himself up a little so he could see us. He instantly found me. I moved to the side of the boat, gently putting my hands over his.

"Did you see anything?" Robin asked.

"Yeah," he said, catching his breath. He finally looked away from me and towards Robin as he added, "Dustin was right. There's another gate."

"Underwater?" Nancy asked. "Is that even possible?"

The others started talking about the possibilities and whether or not we should go down there.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

"I'm fine," he said, squeezing my hand. "You should see it though, Y/N. The gate is pretty. . ."

"Steve?" I asked when he stopped talking. "What's wrong?"

"Something. . ."

"Steve!" I screamed when he was pulled under. I didn't hesitate. I didn't listen to my friends. I didn't even think about it. I dove in after him.

I didn't have time to focus on the fact that demobats were dragging him down. I didn't have time to focus on how scary the gate looked. I didn't have time to hesitate before swimming through the gate.

I gasped for air as I struggled to climb through the gate. I didn't have time to relax before I heard Steve gasping for breath. I turned around, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw the demobat's tail wrapped around his neck.

I grabbed the closest thing to me which was a rowboat ore. As I started to hit the bat that was choking Steve, others started attacking me. I let out a surprised scream as I started attacking the ones attacking me.

"Y/N," Steve gasped out.

"Hold on!" I yelled between swats.

I continued to fight off as many as I could as I started to hear the others coming through the gate. I'm not sure what really happened or who killed how many. All I knew was that it was over.

I froze when I turned around and finally got a good look at Steve's condition. There was a large chunk missing from his side and there was a lot of blood dripping down his torso. I tried to move but couldn't when he spit up blood. I was brought out of my trance when he fell to his knees.

"Steve!" I yelled. I ran over, collapsing next to him. My hands were shaking as I hovered over his wounds.

"Is it bad?" Steve asked, trying to sound light-hearted but it came out forced.

"I don't know," I said shakily. "It looks. . . I may be able to. . . I don't know, Steve. I don't know but. . ."

"Hey," he said gently. "I'm going to be okay."

"It looks bad."

"It's nothing," he tried to reassure me.

"We should get out of here," Eddie said. I instantly wrapped my arms around Steve's waist and helped him to his feet. We started running as fast as we could to the nearest section of woods.

It wasn't easy to carry Steve through the woods but I wasn't about to let him go. He needed my help. I would carry him all the way back to Hawkins if it meant saving him. Eventually, we got to Skull Rock.

"Steve!" I gasped when his legs gave out, causing both of us to fall to our knees. I leaned him against Skull Rock and gently reached up, moving some hair out of his face.

"I'm okay," he said through gritted teeth. He leaned his head back, struggling to catch his breath.

"We need to get his wound covered," Robin stuttered.

"Okay," I said shakily. I tried to breathe calmly, my hands shaking as they hovered over the wound. "I don't. . . I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Steve whispered. He grabbed my hand, weakly squeezing it.

"Here."

I didn't move as Nancy start ripping the bottom of her shirt. She handed it to me and I started wrapping it around Steve's waist. I winced when he gasped in pain. I looked up and saw him struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Don't leave me, okay?" I gasped out. "Promise you won't leave me, Steve."

"Hey," he whispered, making me look away from his wounds, "I would never leave you, Y/N."

"Promise?" I asked, my voice shaking. He grabbed my hand, squeezing it as tightly as he could.

"I promise," Steve whispered.

"I hate to break this up," Eddie said, staring at the horizon, "but we should probably keep moving."

"Can you walk?" I asked, looking back at Steve's wounds.

"I think so," he said, not at all convincingly. He stood up but he got dizzy. I instantly wrapped my arm around him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"I got you," I whispered. Steve looked up at me with a teasing smirk.

"Don't you always?"

                                * * * * *

Steve's POV

The group took turns helping me walk. We were on our way to Nancy's in hopes of finding some of her guns there, but it was taking us longer than necessary. We had to stop multiple times so I could rest.

Y/N helped me the most. Eventually, I noticed that she was getting tired. I made eye contact with Eddie and then glanced at her. His eyes softened before he nodded.

"How about I take a turn with Harrington?" Eddie offered.

"It's fine," Y/N brushed him off.

"Y/N," I whispered.

"I got you," she cut me off.

"Let me take over," Eddie pushed. "You've carried this dipshit for a long time. You should probably rest."

Y/N hesitated. I could feel that she wasn't going to budge. Unless I convinced her.

"Y/N," I tried again. "Let Eddie help me for a while. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" She whispered.

"I've got him," Eddie reassured her. "Take a break, Y/L/N."

Y/N sighed as she finally gave in. She held onto me until she was sure that Eddie had me. She slowly let me go, making sure I wasn't going to fall. Eddie and I waited until Y/N started walking with Nancy and Robin.

"Hey," I whispered, "I just wanted to say thanks. For saving my ass back there."

"Shit," he laughed, "you saved your own ass. I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there."

"Ozzy?"

"You took a bite out of that bat," he clarified. "Ozzy Osbourne. Black Sabbath. You. . . He bit a bat's head off on stage. . . You know?"

"It doesn't matter," I brushed off.

"It's very metal, what you did, is all I'm saying," Eddie added.

"Thanks," I sighed.

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact."

"Wait," I paused, "Henderson said that?"

"Oh yeah," he scoffed. "Shit. The kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kinda annoying, to be honest. I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but I guess I got a little jealous, Steve."

He glanced at me before clearing his throat and looking back toward the girls as he continued. "I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents. Popular. Chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man. No way. That, like, flies in the face of all the universal. In my personal Munson Doctrine."

Eddie shook his head, slightly going back to the Eddie Munson that Dustin described. "Still super jealous, by the way."

"Okay," I laughed off. "Alright."

"Which is why I would've never jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any normal circumstances. Nope! Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week."

"Give yourself a break," I sighed. "None of this UpsideDown shit is easy to swallow."

"See?" He interrupted me by pointing at Y/N, Robin, and Nancy ahead of us. "If it wasn't for those ladies, right there, I'd still be on that boat." He looked back at me before adding, "One in particular."

"What do you. . ."

"Y/N," he clarified. "She didn't hesitate, not even long enough to breathe. The millisecond you got pulled under, she dove in after you. It may have taken the rest of us a few seconds to get our heads on straight, but not Y/N. She wasn't about to lose you."

"I can't help but be mad at her," I said, not looking away from Y/N.

"Why?"

"Like you said, she didn't think. She dove straight in," I sighed. "She followed me through the gate and was forced to fight off demobats. She could've been killed."

"You could've been killed," he shrugged.

"I know but. . ."

"Dude," Eddie laughed. "How can you not see it?"

"See what?"

"That girl," he said, dropping his voice to a whisper as he nodded toward Y/N, "is crazy about you, Harrington."

"What are you talking about?" I scoffed.

"Don't do that," Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes. "Don't pretend you don't see what's right in front of you. It's not noble or sweet or charismatic. It's just pathetic."

"What's right in front of me?" I mumbled.

Eddie stopped walking, holding me back too. He glanced at Y/N before turning toward me. He studied me before he finally figured it out.

"You really don't see it," he said under his breath. "Wow. I didn't realize you were this dense."

"Will you stop being such an ass and just tell me what bush you're beating around?"

"Y/N's in love with you, dumbass."

My first instinct was to brush it off. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized the little things. My mind went back to the moment before I jumped into the lake. Then it changed to Y/N diving in after I got pulled back down.

After we fought them off, Y/N was immediately by my side. She was the first one to volunteer to help me walk through the woods. Her turn was longer than anyone else's.

"You think that she's. . . Is she really?"

"Of course," Eddie laughed. "You really didn't see it? The way you're the only one she goes to for help. The way she runs to you. The way she only asks you for advice. The way she only listens to you. The way she runs to you. It's obvious, Harrington. We all see it."

"That can't be true," I mumbled. "She never told me."

"Duh," he scoffed. I looked up at him, not bothering to hide my scold. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he started walking us down the path again. "You can't really blame her. You two have been friends since you were little, right?"

"Right."

"I can't believe she stood by you in your douchebag stage," he laughed, "but that's beside the point. The point is that you can't blame her for being hesitant to tell you how she feels. What if you didn't feel the same?"

"You guys alright?"

We both let out surprised yelps at Y/N's sudden voice. She looked at us like we had three heads.

"You okay?" She asked slowly.

"Of course!" Eddie said, trying a little too hard to sound natural.

"Um, okay," Y/N said slowly. "Here, Eddie. We're getting close. Why don't you catch up to Robin and Nancy and I'll help Steve the rest of the way?"

Eddie glanced at me before back at Y/N. "He's all yours, Y/L/N."

I ignored his knowing look as Y/N grabbed me. She wrapped her arm tightly around my waist, making sure she didn't accidentally touch my wound. I draped my arm loosely around her shoulders.

"You doing okay?" She asked under her breath.

"As okay as I can get," I tried to tease. My heart sank when I saw the look on her face. "Hey," he whispered, "I'm fine."

"The wound was deep," she mumbled. "I could see. . ."

"Stop," I interrupted her. "Don't focus on that. Focus on the fact that I'm right here. That I'm okay."

Y/N sighed as she leaned her head against my shoulder. "I thought I was going to lose you."

"You'd never lose me," I said as quickly as I could. "I'm not going anywhere."

We were quiet as we finally got to Nancy's house. Y/N helped me inside as the others jogged upstairs to search for Nancy's guns.

"Shouldn't we join the others?" I asked through the pain.

"No," Y/N said in a tone that told me she wasn't open to arguing. "I'm going to try and find a first aid kit or whatever medical supplies the Wheelers like to hoard."

Y/N led me into the bathroom, somehow able to move me across the vines without stepping on them. She helped me sit on the toilet before searching through the medicine cabinet.

"Come on," she mumbled as she struggled to find some supplies.

"Y/N," I tried to get her attention.

"There has to be something!"

"Y/N, please." I grabbed her hand before she could run out of the bathroom. I thought about my conversation with Eddie, deciding that this secret between Y/N and I has been in the dark for too long.

"I feel the same."

"What?" She asked, her voice getting caught in her throat. I pulled her to me, not stopping when she hesitated. She mumbled my name as I pulled her onto my lap.

"I feel the same," I said again.

"Steve," she whispered, "I don't understand."

"I know how you feel about me," I clarified.

"What are you. . ."

"I know how you feel about me, Y/N, and I feel the same."

"You. . ."

"I feel the same," I repeated as I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in.

Y/N gasped when my lips touched hers. It took her a second before she started kissing me back. As she did, she gently cupped my face in her hands. We got lost in the kiss, not caring where we were. I broke away from her when my side was throbbing too badly.

"Are you alright?" She asked, breathing heavily from the kiss.

"The only thing that could make this moment better would be if we weren't in the UpsideDown," I chuckled, ignoring her question and focusing on her face inches from mine.

"And if we weren't in Nancy Wheeler's bathroom."

[kiankiwi]

The Backstage Incident

Summary: Elvis gets sick after a concert and slips into headspace without you there.

Just get to a trashcan, get to a trashcan. Elvis told himself in his head as he rushed around backstage post concert. Thankfully he got through the whole two hour show and he didn't think any of the fans noticed anything off. He started feeling his stomach get swirly about halfway through but he tried to just act normal because he didn't want his fans to worry.

Now he was in the clear, he just needed to get to a damn trashcan.

"Hey man, you ready to go?" Joe had asked him. But Elvis could barely hear him, it was like he was underwater. He had zeroed in on a trashcan and just needed to get to it.

Moments later, Elvis leaned over a trashcan and let himself bring it all up. He could feel himself dropping fast into headspace as he continued to vomit. "Damn, man you alright?" Joe again, and a hand on his back.

Elvis just groaned at him, trying to remember to breathe in between his retching.

Mama, he wanted mama.

As he kept his head inside the trashcan, he reached behind him blindly for Jerry's hand. Jerry would get her, Jerry would know what he needed.

Jerry sent the rest of the men away to get ready to go as Elvis continued to vomit until it was just Jerry left. "You got it buddy, you're okay."

Combined with his upset stomach and hearing Jerry's nickname for Elvis, Elvis could feel himself dropping into headspace fast.

Just then he burst into sobs and finally sat down as the sobs shook his body. "Okay baby, okay, you're okay. It's over now, you're okay."

"WANT MAMA! MAMAAAA!" Elvis screamed, snot and drool stuck all over his face. "I know you do buddy, we're gonna call her okay?"

Jerry quickly called you and held the phone to his ear as he rocked a sobbing Elvis in his lap. "Hi Jerry, what's up? How was E's show?" You immediately got nervous when you heard what sounded like E crying in the background. "Yeah, uh, we got a bit of a situation... E got through his show like a champ might I add and then just immediately threw up when he got off stage and the fear caused him to drop pretty quickly." Jerry reported to you.

You could hear Elvis screaming for mommy through the phone. "Alright, I'll get the plane and meet you at the next show venue?" You asked as you searched for your shoes. "Um, I don't think we're going anywhere anytime soon, he's still pretty worked up." Jerry said as he rocked Elvis and smoothed his sweaty hair back from his face.

"Alright give him the phone. Let mama deal with this." Jerry chuckled as he handed the phone over and you heard Elvis sob into the phone. "MAMA! I no feel good!" Elvis yelled. "I know baby, Jerry said you threw up. Mama's on her way to you okay? No need to be scared, mama will be with you so soon okay? You just gotta hold on okay?" Elvis continued to cry. "How, how long mama? They say we gotta go! I don't wanna work anymore! Wanna be a tiny boy!"

"You can be a tiny boy, love. You can be a tiny boy all you want but you gotta get on that plane and mama will meet you at the next tour spot okay? It'll just be a little flight, three hours tops. Now what I want you to do is try to take a big nap on the plane okay? And Jerry will be right there for you if you feel sick again okay? Mama will see you so soon!"

"No mommy! Want you! Only you!" Jerry tried to let that one roll off his back, you were his momma and wife after all.

"I know sweet boy, I know. Momma's on her way okay? But in the meantime, Jer is gonna take good care of you on the way. You know Jer wouldn't let anything happen to you okay? Just try to sleep on the plane and mama will meet you in the next city, okay? Mama loves you so so so much." Elvis nodded, still crying. "Otay... I love you too mama." Elvis ended the call and sobbed, squeezing Jerry's hand for support.

"You'll be alright baby, I promise. Now we gotta get on the plane okay? Mama will meet us there okay?" Elvis sniveled as he nodded again, reaching up to Jerry as he stood. "Alright rockstar, let's go."

*

Elvis was really trying to sleep like mama suggested but this plane ride was hell on his already sick tummy. He held Jerry's hand as the man argued with the Colonel across from him.

"Come on man, have some compassion, look at the man, he's sick. He's already puked once already tonight. He's gotta have tonight off! I mean, the last thing you want is him throwing up all over people and himself on stage tomorrow!!

The Colonel glanced at Elvis who was staring straight ahead trying not to puke again. He was actively swallowing down more puke.

"He's fine!" The Colonel yelled after taking even one glance at Elvis. "He's just being a big baby! He needs to grow his ass up and be a man."

Just then Elvis whimpered at the mans words and leaned into Jerry. Jerry decided not to continue to fight, instead focusing on Elvis. "What's up baby, you feeling sick again?" Elvis whimpered again, squeezing his hand and whispering, "Want my momma. Mean man..." "I know he's not listening, is he bud, we won't let you go on stage again until you feel better okay?" Elvis nodded.

Jerry pushed Elvis's head onto his shoulder and stroked his face with his thumb. "There you go baby, just try to sleep okay? We'll see mama when you wake up okay? Sh, sh, sh, you're okay." Elvis held onto Jerry as he just tried to close his eyes and sleep.

A few hours later, Elvis, Jerry and everyone finally landed and headed to the hotel where you had already secured a room under a fake name for E.

As soon as Elvis got into the car and drove to the hotel, his nausea got worse. He was actively trying to keep his stomach down and swallowing bile every few minutes.

Jerry took him out of the car and brought him into the hotel and into the lobby. "Mama?" Elvis wondered, looking around. "Yeah, we'll get you to mama bubba. She's upstairs." Elvis nodded and laid his head back down on Jerry's shoulder. Sadly, the Colonel followed them into the elevator.

"Hi baby! You doing any better?" You asked right as Jerry came off of the elevator. Elvis leaned toward you as soon as he saw you. "Mama!"

"Hi baby, you okay?" Jerry rubbed Elvis's back. "He made it through the plane ride even though it was a bit rough and the Colonel doesn't want to give him a break as of usual." Jerry added.

"I bet you were so brave on the plane baby." You cooed running your hands through Elvis' hair.

The Colonel came up to them. "Oh come on, you're coddling him like a baby! We got rehearsal in half an hour. Hop to it, E."

Oh hell no, that wasn't gonna fly. "Hey!" You yelled. "First of all, don't yell at him like that, he's a human, just like you and he deserves respect. Second of all, he is and has been sick. That's why Jerry called me out. What? You thought E would throw up and miserable and Jerry wouldn't call to let his wife know? So third of all, he is not performing anymore tonight or tomorrow or at all until he feels better. That is final, you understand me?"

Elvis was having a hard time keeping his nausea down and while you were dealing with his boss, Elvis started to get upset again in Jerry's arms. "What is it buddy, what does your tummy hurt again?" Elvis couldn't hold it back anymore, just as you finished yelling at him, Elvis leaned forward and puked all over the Colonel.

"OH!" Jerry yelled as Elvis coughed and gagged. "Okay buddy, you're okay. Here go to mama okay?" Jerry smirked at the Colonel and as he handed Elvis over to you. "Oh, there you go baby, you feel better? Good aim, sweetheart." Jerry chuckled as the both of you went into Elvis's suite.

Jerry decided to help put away all of El's things while you got him in the bath. "Okay baby, here we go. Do you think you're gonna throw up anymore honey?" Elvis shook his head, sitting on the counter in a diaper while you filled the jacuzzi tub.

"Good sweet boy. Let's just get you in the bath, into your jammies and we'll see how you feel tomorrow okay? Don't you worry about the Colonel okay?" Elvis nodded. "Love you mama." You smiled, turning off the bath tap. "I love you too sweet boy. You were so brave today getting sick without me there." Elvis nodded. "Had Jer.." You nodded. "Yeah, Jer's a good one huh." Elvis nodded.

You gave him a quick bath and put him in his jammies and said good night to Jerry while Elvis lay in the big bed waiting for cuddles. Elvis whined at you as you walked around, getting the room ready for possibly more puke.

You put towels on the ground on Elvis's side of the bed and put a trashcan on his nightstand so that he could grab it. Elvis whined again, "Alright baby, alright, I'm coming." You whispered. Elvis smiled as he finally got to cuddle you.

"Hi baby. You feel okay now?" Elvis nodded, putting his head on your chest. "Mhm, happy you're here mama." You smiled. "I couldn't have you be sick all alone baby. Of course I came. Had to give you your snuggles." Elvis smiles and snuggles into you again as he closed his eyes and sighed sleepily. You gently put your hands in his hair.

"Goodnight sweet boy, mama loves you. Wake me if you feel sick again okay?" Elvis nodded. "Love you too mama." And he was out like a light after his long bad day.

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In This Time or Any: A Mechquest and Dragonfable hero-and-reset-inspired spotify playlist

Shoutout yet again to @cyraen-ae whose encouragement in the tags was the reason I went through with posting this! tracklist (with youtube links for non-spotify users) and quotes below the cut!

1. Empire Now - Hozier

After all, darlin' I wouldn't sell the world / The way that things are turnin' / If it falls, I would hold on for all its worth / Future's so bright it's burnin'

2. Hero - Mountains vs. Machines

When everybody runs you gotta stand tall / Hit after hit you can never fall / If the stars come crashing / You'll be the one to catch them / Don't let go / You could be a hero

3. Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter

We haven't won, and if we win, and if the morning light sets in / We've cheated fate again / And to those who die, please try to understand / That for those who die, we try the best we can

4. Battle Cry - Imagine Dragons

Stars are only visible in darkness / Fear is ever-changing and evolving / And I, I feel poisoned inside / But I, I feel so alive

5. Heroes (Reimagined) - Zayde Wolf

It's feeling like the sun's hiding / But we're gonna keep moving, surviving / No we won't go quiet tonight

6. Trapdoor - Casey Lee Williams & Martin Gonzalez

The pain it keeps invading / It's showing all over my face / Though I try to keep the hope alive / After all the things I've said and done / I don't feel like the chosen one / How will they see me if I lose my faith?

7. Still Feel. - Half•Alive

When I'm furthest from myself (Far away) / Feeling closer to the stars (Outer space) / I've been invaded by the dark (Can't escape) / Trying to recognize myself when I feel I've been replaced

8. CASTLE OF GLASS - Linkin Park

Bring me home in a blinding dream / Through the secrets that I have seen / Wash the sorrow from off my skin / And show me how to be whole again

9. Black Sky - WAR*HALL

Well it's all done / The silence stuns / A black sky will whisper: / "Your time has come"

10. Chasing The Sun - Billy Talent

And all that I've lost, and all that I've won / Don't mean nothing more when you open your eyes and they're gone

11. This Beautiful Life - The Dear Hunter

So let us force a smile and pretend that we're alive / Oh, but somewhere, none of this happened / The bullets removed themselves; life is beautiful

12. The Lightning Strike (What If This Storm Ends?) - Snow Patrol

What if this storm ends? / And leaves us nothing / Except a memory / A distant echo

13. If I Lose Myself - OneRepublic

You can feel the light start to tremble / Washing what you know out to sea, yeah / You can see your life out of the window tonight

14. Babylon - Barns Courtney

What planet are you on? / What constellation? / You're floating like a ghost / Out into the unknown / To the gates of Battleon Babylon

15. Just Breathe - The Unlikely Candidates

I have no memories / Just feelings lingering / Like a dog that's been kicked / So many times that he's sick / Bound to bite a hand and not know why

16. Pompeii - Bastille

But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? / And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?

17. Breathing Underwater - Metric

Out of place, all the time / In a world that wasn't mine to take / I'll wait / Is this my life? / Am I breathing underwater?

18. New Machines - Vinyl Theatre

Flooded in the sky / These secrets left untold / Scholars, lost to time / Ideas, overthrown / Secrets left untold

19. Deadmen - Saint PHNX

I’m drowning out / And asking why / My life is on repeat / I’m dreaming aspirations / Got no reason for defeat

20. Francesca - Hozier

Now that it's done / There's not one thing that I would change / My life was a storm since I was born / How could I fear any hurricane? / If someone asked me at the end / I'd tell them, "Put me back in it" / I would do it again

21. Ghosts - BANNERS

It's said and done, hard to believe / It's not dead and gone / I want to believe / All is well that ends well / But I just can't convince myself

22. Waiting Still - The Family Crest

Still you've got this empty cage / Oh your heart, oh your heart / Is it beating once again? / And the dark, and the dark / Is it speaking to you, friend?

23. A New Mission - Josh Whitehouse (no YT available)

The slightest realignments and my legs will fall beneath me / I've not even come to clock it and I'm facedown in my feelings / Thinking, "Where on earth am I? Where did my companions leave me?"

24. No Goodbyes (Friends Forever) - Fitz and the Tantrums

There's no goodbyes, just hope to see you soon / Will you recognize me? Will I recognize you? / Go through the things you gotta do / There's no goodbyes

25. You're Somebody Else - Flora Cash

Well, you look like yourself / But you're somebody else / Only it ain't on the surface / Well, you talk like yourself / No, I hear someone else though

26. Sons and Daughters - The Decemberists

Take up your arms / Sons and daughters / We will arise from the bunkers / By land, by sea, by dirigible / We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

27. May I Come Home From My War - Kelly Jones

Spending lost days, all the time I never get back / Trying to solve the ways of my mind and my make up

Note: a number of these songs are seemingly written with romantic love in mind, but I primarily chose ones where that love can still be interpreted as platonic and familial. I feel that the glue that binds the MQ/DF story together is the love and community that the Hero is a part of, so it was an inextricable part of my song choices.

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Welcome to the Pools!

It's an area above Waterfall, where all the snow that melts on top of Mt Ebbot drains into and collects before spilling over. Up here, many more monsters thrive in an underwater city, though split in half- this is the upper level. The lower level is below Waterfall, a place that very few land monsters have been to. It's said to be warmer there.

Info on each monster and The Pools below the cut!

(Undertale Purple is not a real fangame, at least not this version. But if anyone wants to make one (in the style of UTY), I would SO be onboard for that. I have SO many ideas.)

Monster #1: Hayden

Hayden is the main companion of this area

Combined land horses with seahorses

Extreme social anxiety and depression

Main arc would be learning how to persevere despite those things

Monster #2: Mighti Crab

Yeti Crab but with MUSCLES

Will MESS YOU UP

Not really but he does regular at the gym

Rivals-to-friends relationship with Aaron

Offers to be friends with Hayden, but Hayden is too anxious and keeps running away

Monster #3: Dumbo

Based on the dumbo octopus and the elephant

It can fly out of the water

Cutest lil guy you ever did see

Monster #4: Ray

Maths joke

Attacks are all rays (the math term)

Not clear in the pic here but Ray remains straight the whole time

Monster #5: Sea Angle

Maths joke

All attacks relate to angles in some way

Vaguely shaped like the Delta Rune...? Might change that

Monster #6: Sea Line

Sea lion / lion crossover

Maths joke

All attacks are lines

Monster #7: Isolapod

Isolated Isopod

EXTREME social anxiety

Acts kinda like Wimpson

Monster #8: Vampsquire

Vampire squid + vampire

I need to redesign them so the joke works better

The Pools are where the Perseverance soul winds up in. It's basically their equivalent of the Snowdin area. There are land monsters up there, but not very many. Once you get into the water, it's mostly aquatic monsters

There is a monster who sells/gives out things that allow land dwellers to breathe underwater, which is how the human even gets down there. They only last for a little bit, though, so you gotta be careful not to stay under for too long. In terms of gameplay, I think this would tie into story beats more than an actual timer.

My version of Perseverance fell on purpose to "research" monsters, so I found it fitting that they're discovering monsters based on deep sea fish- most of which are currently undiscovered.

Open to comments/questions/critiques!