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[firsttimewriter92]

Neighborly shenanigans Pt. 1

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f! reader (Neighbor AU)

Part 2; Part 3; Part 4

Description: You´ve just moved in a couple of weeks ago, trying for a new start. A brief encounter with your neighbor gets your endorphins and imagination going. What is it about the mask?

Warnings: cursing, some dirty thoughts, fluff, a little pining

Word count: 1.917

A/N: Hi everyone <3 This is my very first Simon Riley x reader fic. I´ve written about several characters of CoD but Ghost was always kind of an enigma to me. I never knew how to make him the love interest. But and idea popped into my head after reading some characterization that made it much easier to write for him. So here you go :) Let me know if a part 2 is something you´d be interested in.

“Jesus fucking Christ” you swore as you tried your best to push your heavy apartment door open and balance your bag and groceries through the door. It was a struggle to say the least, but you were damned if you did second trips. Grumbling through your teeth you saw no other possibility than setting down your bag, holding the door open with your foot and grabbing your groceries a little more securely. Bending your knee, you gave your door a forceful push and slid through into your small hallway. Foregoing taking off your shoes you made your way into your open kitchen and set the heavy paper bags down on your kitchen island.

A sigh escaped you and you took a moment just to stand in your kitchen and take in the chaos around you. Half emptied moving boxes were strewn all around your living room, amidst not yet hanging shelves, plastic plants and several DIY projects. Another sigh left your lungs with a huff. Moving and starting anew had seemed like your only option a couple of weeks ago but now you dreaded the silence. You wanted this, ___, you thought. It was your decision.

Your new job was everything you ever hoped for, and training turned out to be smooth sailing. You loved it, you loved your apartment, even though it was far from being finished yet. But still, what you´d left behind still lingered in the back of your brain all too clearly at times. Especially when your heavy door closed behind you every evening and there was nothing but you, your DIY projects, an occasional phone call with your parents and then silence. Silence to wallow in, rake your brain and memories. Memories not even a good Podcast or music were able to drown out.

You weren´t as close with your colleagues yet as to be invited out to the pub after work but that was to be expected. The chances were good though. Maybe just a couple of days more and you´d have at least some kind of social interaction. One step after the other, you reminded yourself. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Your own impatience with yourself was yet again trying to make you feel like you´d made a mistake by moving. A humorless laugh bubbled from your lips as you shook your head. Calm down, you thought. This is your life, your pace. Relax.

A couple of minutes later your food was stored away, veggies and salmon steaming away and finally you sat down on your couch, glass of wine in hand and Netflix on your TV.

“Bloody hell” you cursed as a shot of adrenalin set your brain into overdrive. Your bag. You jumped off your couch and hurried over to the door. Swinging it open with a yank you initially thought someone had put out the lights in the corridor. All you saw was black and not a second later you collided with something solid.

Shaking your head, you realized three things. It was 7 o´clock on a warm day in July, so it couldn’t be dark out already. Your hallway had several windows and yes, the sun was still out. The black wall you just ran into turned out to be a massive chest.

Heat was ascending your neck as you took a small step back and lifted your head to look at the face this quite impressive physique belonged to. What the…?

Before you stood a man, several inches taller than you, frozen in place with his arm lifted as if he was just about to knock on your door. He looked down on you with impressive, hazel eyes. Honey blond, tousled hair adorned his head, falling slightly onto his forehead, wet tips clinging to his temples and a bead of sweat disappearing behind his ear. But that was about all you could make out.

Seeing people wearing a facemask had of course not been an unusual sight for the last three years but he wasn´t wearing one of those surgical ones. His nose, mouth and chin were covered in thick, black material, even spanning over his cheekbones and disappearing behind his ears. When your eyes caught his again you saw them narrowing just slightly and one blond eyebrow ticking upwards.

Something wriggly moved inside your belly.

The man slowly lowered his arm, simultaneously lifting the other slightly, holding out your bag.

“This yours?” a deep, calm voice broke through the silence and the wriggly something inside you spread out towards your chest, down your arms and into your fingertips. You swallowed, trying to gather your wits again.

“Uhm…yes. Yes, that´s mine. Forgot about it” you said with a nervous laugh as you took it from him. He hummed deep inside his chest in understanding. The sound only letting your eyes snap onto his again trying to decipher if the squinting was an annoyed one or an amused one.

Amused, as it turns out. He took a deep breath, the black material of his running shirt as you now realized it was, stretching across the expanse of his chest.

“You know, that´s how you get your identity stolen. Or at least your wallet.” Yeah, there was no question now, he was grinning behind his mask, his tone mildly rebuking but not at all belittling.

A small smirk of your own crawled onto your lips as you cocked out your hip and nodded your head.

“You´re absolutely right, Sir. I´ll cuff my bag to my wrist from now on so this inconvenience shall not occur to you a second time.” You want to be cocky, mister? Fine with me.

Your answer made him chuckle. It was short but genuine. One hand in his pocket he stepped back slightly and only now did you notice the heat that his body had emitted. With one last narrow of his eyes, making the edges crinkle ever so slightly he answered. “Not an inconvenience, Miss. Have a good evening.” He nodded once and walked away to your right.

“Y-you too” you cursed the way your words tumbled. To your surprise he halted in front of the door next to yours and your heart jumped into your throat as he took out his keys. Your eyes still fixed onto his side profile (you still couldn’t really make out any features), he gave you one last look before opening his door.

“And thank you” you rushed out.

He only lifted one hand to give you a small little wave that seemed way too juvenile for a man of his stature and closed his door.

Kind of shellshocked you turned around yourself and let your door fall shut behind you. Clutching onto your bag you didn’t even notice how long you were just standing in your hallway, trying to sort out the wriggling nerves. Who was that? Idiot. Your neighbor. Your neighbor that you´d never seen before. A man like him you´d remember seeing. There´d never been any noise from the apartment next to yours so you just thought it was either a very quiet tenant or one that only went there to sleep.

Sitting down on your couch again you stared at the wall behind your TV. He was behind that wall, doing…things. Existing. Why did that feel so exciting to you? Maybe it was just because that´d been your first real social interaction apart from talking to your colleagues?

Laughing incredulously at yourself you buried your burning face in your hands and giggled. No. No that wasn’t it and you knew it. It was stupid. So very stupid and weird and nerdy and…that damn mask!!

“Whhhyyyy…..?” you moaned grinning and rubbed your temples, finally letting all the pent up adrenalin and endorphins rush through your blood stream unstopped. What was it about men wearing those damn masks? Not being able to fully see their face. Having to find out what there was to them by just their actions.

The fist time you really thought you´d lost your mind was when you actually developed a burning crush on a literal tin can from the Star Wars universe. Oh yeah, sure. Give me a brooding, sarcastic, overworked loner with PTSD and give him a freaking child to protect. Watch him become a devoted, loving single parent. Of course! Yes, let me thirst after him. And did it stop there? Of course not. The pandemic hit and the lockdown had everyone in a chokehold.

The only chokehold you wanted to be in at the time however was one carried out by a video game character called Ghoul from “Call of Obligation”. Tatted up, burly, sharp, dutiful, loyal and fucking hot.

The only thing you were able to see of him? His eyes. Just his eyes and an occasional forearm here and there. Everything else covered in tactical gear and a scary facemask. God that character haunted your dreams almost every night. And now, you had his existing, breathing, heat emitting, real human equivalent living next to you. You felt your insides burn as another funny noise came from your mouth. There had to be something wrong with you. Why was half a visible face or even less, so damn attractive to you?

“Shit must be some kind of kink” you murmured to yourself as you reached for your wine glass.

Why was he wearing that mask anyway? People weren´t obligated to wear one anymore. Was it some kind of training technique while running?

Anyhow, you appreciated the encounter. Your mood instantly better even though the both of you hadn’t talked much at all. He seemed witty. Cocky almost and you liked that.

Emptying your wine, you put the glass back in the dishwasher and walked over to your bathroom when you heard it. The shower in the next apartment was running. Immediately you halted all movement and tried to not even breath. The situation seemed so delicate, like thin glass ready to break. You stared at the wall when something else caught your ears.

No. Did you hear this right? Was he…?

You walked carefully over to your shower and stepped in. Trying not to care about how crazy you must look at this moment, you turned your head to the wall slightly, closed your eyes and listened as hard as you could. There it was.

Low, melodic and absolutely captivating. Over the sound of the water hitting the tile you heard your neighbor singing. Your forehead hit the tile and you breathed as quietly as possible, marveling in the baritone sweetness that could be heard through the wall. All too soon, about a minute later it was over. The water was shut off, the singing stopped.

As if in trance you got your nighttime routine going and a couple minutes later, slid into bed. Knowing where his bathroom was now, you were positive that his bedroom had to be next to yours as well. You tried to hear more, but nothing else penetrated the walls. It made you glad actually. If you would be able to hear him in his bedroom, sleep would turn out to be an impossibility to achieve.

This way, you closed your eyes, got comfortable and let your thoughts drift and wander. Not long after, you were dead asleep. Your dreams yet again haunted, but now, the usual scary mask of Ghoul was replaced with a solid black one and instead of clawing at a fully clothed head between your legs, your fingers tangled into soft honey blond curls.

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[g1rld1ary]

tell me when you're sober ; sirius black x gn!gryffindor!reader

➻ yayay my first sirius fic !!

➻ word count: 2042

➻ synopsis: drunk at a house party, sirius calls the reader and confesses something he shouldn't have

➻ warnings: mentions of alcohol & being drunk, swearing, a little angst (maybe??), happy ending, kissing, gn pronouns (lmk if I've missed any!)

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You were lying on your bed at home, content with your cozy night in. The newest Ella Fitzgerald record playing softly from the corner; a candle burning on your nightstand. You’d completed an extensive self care routine, feeling fresh, healthy and calm as you settled into your newest novel — a romance that had you dreaming of one of your closest friends.

Sirius Black was one of your best friends in the whole world. Both being Gryffindors, you had pretty much grown up together, and somewhere along the way you’d developed feelings for him against your will. But how could you not? He was beautiful, charming, and always managed to make you laugh; even the longest nights studying in the common room weren’t quite as tedious when he was hanging around — as much as you’d complain about him ‘bothering’ you. Whilst you knew he wouldn’t ever reciprocate your feelings and you would remain just friends, you were mostly content with that fact. You were filled with the type of love for him that was somewhat satisfied as long as you could express it, regardless of if it was under the guise of platonic affection. Still, that resignation didn’t stop you from imagining Sirius as the love interest in the novels you read; reciting poetry and executing grand gestures in your head.

The phone ringing down the hall brought you from your daze, and you tried to focus on the words written on the page until your mother knocked on your bedroom door, saying the call was for you. Curiously, you crawled out of bed, straightening your pyjamas as you hurried to the phone attached to the wall just outside of the kitchen.

“Hello?” You didn’t know what to expect, but your face softened to a smile when you heard the reply.

“My gorgeous y/n!” Sirius sang, consonants slightly slurred. You knew your friends were at a house party tonight, one that you’d politely declined despite Sirius’ insistence in you being there. It wasn’t your scene, and the group had organised a quieter games night at James’ place the night after, so you weren’t worried about missing too much.

“What are you doing, Black? Shouldn’t you be dancing on a table somewhere?” You teased, laughing lightly at the memory of one party you did attend, and the absolute fool Sirius had made of himself to Bennie and the Jets. He hummed in agreement.

“I was. But I wanted to talk to my favourite person — ‘ve missed you.”

“You’re seeing me tomorrow, Sirius. I’m sure you can hold on sixteen more hours?” You could practically see Sirius shaking his head no, childish pout on his lips. That was how you knew he was pretty drunk, he always got whiny and overly affectionate.

“But that’s with everyone, I miss you,” You both loved and hated when he flirted with you like this; you knew it was a joke but it still made you weak in the knees. “Tell me about your day.” You sighed, knowing that it was chatting to him or worrying about the dumb inebriated decisions he would no doubt make, so you started.

You gave him a run through of your day, sliding down the wall to be in a seated position as you realised it would probably be a long call. You told him about the summer deep clean you’d powered through and the subsequent self care night you had definitely earned. He listened intently, and you could occasionally hear him hum into the phone or interject with a one word response, just so you knew he was paying attention. You’d launched into a recap of your novel so far when you realised he hadn’t spoken in several minutes. Worrying he’d passed out or lost interest in your ramblings you tapered off.

“Sirius? You there?” He hummed an affirmation. “Oh. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, ‘course. It’s just…” He trailed off and you frowned, holding the silence so he’d continue. “I love you.”

You sighed in relief. You two, and the rest of the friendship group, said ‘I love you’ all the time, it was never something to be apprehensive about.

“You know I love you too, Black. I’m still on the phone aren’t I?” You laughed, twirling the yellow cord around your freshly painted (but almost definitely dry) fingers. You heard him groan over the phone and faltered again.

“No, y/n. I’m fucking in love with you.”

You almost dropped the phone you were so surprised. You felt your heart beating against your chest, both in excitement and panic. He didn’t mean it, he couldn’t. Maybe Remus had broken his promise and told Sirius about your crush on him and this was all some kind of sick joke. Sirius Black was not in love with you — you had seen him grinding and making out with Marissa from the year above at the end of year party, and that was only a few weeks ago. All the possible joy that had crept into the edges of your heart was extinguished, and instead anger bloomed, spreading to the tips of your fingers, which brought the receiver back up to your face.

“Hang up and tell me when you’re sober.” With that you slammed the phone back on the wall, hot tears building behind your eyes, threatening to fall. You stumbled blindly back into your bedroom, both red hot rage and crushing sadness obscuring your vision.

Safely in bed, you let the tears fall. How dare he? You were the one who had pined after him for years, made peace with the fact that you would never hear those words out of his mouth for you, and for what? For him to rip out your heart because he was drunk and bored? Did he think it was funny? Did he even know what he was doing to you? You sobbed into the stuffed dog Sirius had given you for your last birthday, before the anger resurfaced and you launched it across the room, slamming your head into the pillow as the toy made a dull thud against the wall.

You almost didn’t go to James’ game night the next evening. You reasoned it would just be too humiliating, Sirius would crow about the girl he had hooked up with after you’d ended the call — or even worse make fun of you about the supposed confession. No, you were more than ready to call in sick and spend the night pitying yourself over a fat bowl of ice cream. However, when James called around midday begging you to bring your ‘world famous’ white chocolate brownies “And your sweet face, of course,” how could you refuse? And so you got dressed in your confidence outfit; pulling your hair into your favourite style. You needed all the help you could get today.

Standing in front of James’ door you sucked in a breath. Trying to put an easy smile on your face, it faltered when Sirius was the one to welcome you inside. He grinned when he saw you, which made the flicker of anger spark once more. How could he act like he didn’t just say he was in love with you?

“Hey everyone, y/n’s here!” He called, and you could the hear the stampede of footsteps as your friends all came out to greet you. Your smile returned involuntarily as Remus pulled you into a strong hug, which was copied by each of the girls. James, conversely, dropped to the floor in a position of worship as you presented the tray of brownies.

You all sat around the fire, chatting easily as James painstakingly set up the game of Monopoly in front of you.

“Man, I don’t remember a thing from last night,” Sirius said, reclining back in an armchair. Everyone laughed but you, and you fought with your brain to keep your features relaxed as you stared at him.

“Be grateful for that,” Lily laughed, counting out game money in piles. “You made an utter tool of yourself.”

“Yeah, rambling about Merlin knows what all bloody night; you were nonsensical,” Marlene teased and you cast your eyes down to study your fingers, picking at the already chipping polish. That’s why Sirius had acted like nothing was wrong, he didn’t even remember he’d said it. Only you were left with your whole world changed, and the bastard didn’t even have to suffer the memories of it. Suddenly you were overcome with the urge to take the beer Peter was offering you, downing half the bottle in two gulps.

“What’s got you all riled up, love?” Remus asked and you stuttered, unable of course to tell him the truth. Eyeing James’ finished set up you created a lie.

“Getting ready to dominate you all in Monopoly, duh.”

After that night, you couldn’t face Sirius. You weren’t avoiding him, per se, you could never do that. But you weren’t making any effort to see him, and you were proud of that self restraint. At dinners you’d sit next to your other friends, not looking at him unless he addressed you directly. Between classes you’d take off without waiting for him, claiming you were already stressed about the workload. Your friends could tell something was wrong, but no one could figure out what — seemingly not even Sirius.

Until one Friday night. It was unusually quiet, no parties planned or adventures to be had, and so you and your friends had taken over the Gryffindor common room, laughing and talking over the radio and the crackling of the fireplace.

“Firewhiskey, Pads?” James offered, but Sirius shook his head.

“Not tonight.” He smiled, sparing a casual glance to you. You weren’t looking at him, pretending to be engrossed in Lily’s conversation, but you couldn’t help but be slightly concerned. When did Sirius ever turn down a drink? Especially on a Friday night. You shook your head slightly, it wasn’t your problem anymore, you were still mad at him.

Eventually the night wound down, everyone heading back up to their respective dorm room one by one, tired out by the week. When you look up from the novel you’d been engrossed in for the past half hour, you were shocked by the fact that it was just you and Sirius left. Stranger than that was that Sirius wasn’t even doing anything, just staring blankly at the fire as his leg bounced aggressively.

You got up quickly, collecting your things in the attempt of a smooth escape. No such luck. Sirius stood to stop you and you stepped back carefully.

“What are you doing, Sirius?” You asked, forcefully avoiding his steely gaze.

“I’m in love with you.” You faltered, meeting his eyes to search for hidden meaning. You found none.

“What?”

“I’m in love with you, stupid. And I’m sure as hell sober right now, you can ask anyone.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot as you realised what all this meant. He had told the truth on that phone call and you had not only hung up on him, but also got mad and avoided him. Despite his feelings being more than reciprocated. The burning anger that had made a home in your stomach recently dissolved into butterflies, and a smile grew. Sirius relaxed as he saw your body language change, and chanced a tentative step towards you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” Your eyes shone in the firelight and Sirius couldn’t help but pull you closer towards him, arms wrapped around your waist.

“I thought, I mean I was worried—” You cut him off by holding his cheeks in your palms, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, one which he hungrily chased. You laughed and indulged him, the two of you holding each other carefully, lips moving slowly, exploring the other.

“Just so we’re clear,” You teased, “I’m pretty in love with you too, Black.”

[nervoushottee]

Flaws and All CH. 3 | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: you getting jiggy with it with a knife to a can of frank and beans (no blood though)

Summary: You and Joel are on the road to Abe's place but stop to make camp before it gets too dark. You thank Joel for saving you.

Note: AHHHH GUYS HI! You have no idea how happy I am to post this. Fall is ever so approaching and I've been getting more into the comfort mood of the cold. I have been honestly writing this fic off and on throughout the time the last chapter was posted. I think I was at my previous job when I started this fic. But I quit that job and then I got a shitty 9-5 job and I quit that one haha! But no need to worry, just so happy my fingers are tapping on a keyboard again to write stories I can't stop thinking about.

Enjoy hottees!

(Light editing)

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Besides old cars and debris, the roads were thankfully quite bare. Nothing but the frequent deer and occasional squirrel crossing the road, that would scare you from time to time. But you would rather the fleeing animal stop you both than a group of raiders any day. 

Rain came an hour or so into the drive and washed away the snow dusted roads. You would miss it but it was better to not worry about snow if the two of you would need to camp for a night before reaching the place Abe talked about. You and Joel hadn’t said much of anything beside you giving him directions if he needed it. And the two of you learned early on that you didn’t really know how to read a map. 

You got pretty embarrassed after that, and it was one of the main reasons why you hadn’t spoken up. So the two of you rode in silence, you laid your head in the palm of your hand against the passenger window and watched the scenery pass by. 

You don’t know when or how long you fell asleep for but a bump in the road wakes you up. Blinking once or twice and rubbing your eyes with your good hand, you look around to see if any of the scenery has changed. “Sorry.” you hear Joel mumble. 

 “I tried to avoid any bumps or potholes. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says in a low voice. Almost as if he keeps his tone soft and serene, you’ll fall back asleep. 

Shaking your head to dismiss his apology, you sit up straight from the slumped position you once were in. “I needed to get up anyway.” You yawn a bit, covering your mouth while doing so. “How far have we gotten?”

Joel nudges his head softly to indicate the road ahead, “Not too far now. Maybe six or seven hours til we get there, give or take.” he pauses before saying something else. 

You’ve noticed so far that Joel takes his time in trying to find the right words to say to you. Even if it's just about the simplest  things like the coffee he handed you back at the station. You wondered if there was a reason behind his pauses and his hesitance. Was it because of the way the world was now? Having to choose the right words to say to strangers who may or may not rob you in your sleep. Or was he like this before all of this happened? 

You didn’t think he was a stranger to you, not anymore. And maybe that was stupid to think on your part to let your guard down so early on  and think of him as your partner now. But something in you felt it was alright to. 

“Reckon it might be time to call it a night though. I don’t want to be on these roads when it’s dark. We haven’t seen anyone for miles and we’re lucky, but that luck might run out when the sun goes down. So it’s best to not stay out here and test that.” He finally tells you. You don’t disagree with him either. It's been a straight miracle that the two of you hadn’t seen anyone since the day when the settlement went to shit. 

“Have you ever been here? Abe's place?” You couldn’t pronounce the city from the map that sat on your lap and you were still kind of groggy to even try. 

“Not particularly.  ‘Ve heard of it but I’ve never been. It’s another reason why I’m not too keen on taking these roads at night.” He tells you. 

You hum in response, closing the map and tucking it  back into your backpack that sat at your feet. After a few minutes, Joel found a clearing that was wide enough to push the truck through and head into the forest. The drive was bumpy, and you were thankful that the tires hadn’t popped with how many old branches and rocks it drove over. Once Joel felt it was a good spot deep enough into the forest to not draw any attention he parks the truck and shuts off the engine. 

“Okay-” you say to gather yourself while unbuckling your seatbelt and turning to open the truck door. Your hand on the cold medal.  ready to push it open until you  feel a gentle touch against your elbow that stopped you. 

“Wait-” Joel hesitates, removing his hand from your arm in the process. He looks at you, pausing again like he wants to say something else after that but falters. He turns his head to look out the front window then the rear view mirror before he eventually speaks. 

“Let me take a look around first, just in case.”He asks you shyly as if you would deny his request. To take the initiative to look out for any danger before you come out. 

And maybe you would've put up a fight a few hours ago, but your body hasn’t fully woken up from your nap. Still fuzzy, warm and comfortable in your sitting position. You nod your head in which gives Joel the reassurance of you staying put until he says it's safe.

With the light slam of the truck door, you see Joel’s fleeting form in your side view mirror. Gun in one hand and flashlight in the other, he walks around the area you two have called home for the night to make sure it’s safe. And you tried to stay awake, you really did, but the sleep called you back so easily that you slipped right back into it. 

When your door opens unexpectedly you awake in fright. Your eyes widen as you frantically pull out the knife that you were sitting on the whole ride. Your healing hand is screaming at the harsh friction.

 “Hey-Hey it’s me. It’s just me, you’re okay.”Joel says to you with his hands raised. You refocus your eyes and see that Joel is in fact in front of you. It’s not a raider that killed Joel and now is after you and the goods in the truck. Just the man that’s been your traveling partner these few days. The man you’re starting to trust with your life.

With his eyes never leaving yours, he nods his head softly. Silently telling you that it’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of. That it’s just him. He places one of his hands on yours in a sign of comfort before slowly reaching for your knife. “Sorry I scared you. I tapped on the window but it seemed like you were out cold.” 

You nod your head in response. Placing a hand against your chest, feeling the rapid pitter patter of your heartbeat from the scare. You close your eyes for a second to try and catch your breath as you inhale and exhale slowly. You hear the soft mutter of Joel repeatedly telling you that you’re okay and that it was just him. He’s still so close to you, the warmth of his body, the smell of his skin and the sound of his voice help you to relax. You open your eyes when you feel Joel's  calloused thumb move lightly back and forth against the top of your hand. Continuing the gesture, he uses his other hand to take the knife out of yours. 

Looking down at his hand placed on top of your injured one, your heart doesn’t let up from the rapid heartbeat. Now it has a different meaning. Not from being afraid of dying or being tortured or whatever bad thought you had moments before. But from the small gesture of tenderness from the quiet man in front of you. 

As quickly as the gesture happens it goes aways. As Joel clears his throat, moves his hand and steps back. He moves enough for you to get out of the truck. 

“The spot is good. Once it gets dark, you won't be able to see the truck from far away. I had a hard time lookin’ even now.” That explains why you were able to fall asleep. He had been gone for a while. 

“We might have to keep the fire low tonight or even just sleep in the truck after we eat to keep ourselves from sticking out in the dark just in case.” He explains to you.

“Makes sense.” you say to him as you pull a few items from the back seat of the truck. “I’ll get dinner started then.”

The two of you work silently.  Joel goes around to collect pieces of wood and bark  to make a small fire. You gather a few cans of food to start dinner. Noticing that the supply was getting scarcely low, even with the small amount of things you found in the gas station. Making a mental note to tell Joel about it later, you sit on the ground across from him while he gets the fire going. You place the cans down in front of your crossed legs and get to opening them with your knife. 

The sounds of aluminum cracking and the crackling of burned wood filled your ears as you worked to open the cans. The tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth absentmindedly as you push through the top of the can with your knife firmly. 

“What are you doin’?”

You look up to see Joel staring at you, still kneeled in front of the slow growing fire.Your tongue going back in your mouth as you pick  up the can you already have half open.  You hold it up and look at him confused. “Making dinner.”

“I see that.  But why are you using the knife? You tryin’ to get a cut on your other hand?” He asks you smugly, a small faint smile curling on his lips. 

You roll your eyes, “This is how I always do it. How do you think we had cold tomato soup last night? Or When we had uh- slimy chicken soup the other night.”

“I have a can opener.” He states. It was true, he did have a can opener. A  small one that annoyed the hell out of you with how hard you had to grip the metal and turn it with all your might. You’ve used can openers all your life and you had never seen a can opener as shitty as that one.  “I know you do.” You tell him. 

“And yet you still want to use that to open it? You could cut yourself.” He points at your knife. “Hey. If I don’t use this, I will be battling with that stupid thing for 10 minutes to open one, let alone two. This is way is easier.” You explain as you extend out your knife.

“Let me do it then so you won’t overwork your hand.” Joel says as he begins to stand up. 

“No, no, I’m fine Joel. You get that fire going.”

Joel shakes his head, the small gleam in his still there before he lets out a breath that can almost sound like a chuckle. “Well be careful, that’s all I’m saying.”You hum a response and get back to work, your tongue sticking back out as you concentrate. Nearly finishing the first can, you still feel the heaviness of someone staring at you. Looking up to see Joel watching you and your hands work against the aluminum can.

“Well I can’t work carefully with you staring so hard. I’m gonna lose my focus.” you tell him dramatically. He relents by lifting his hands up in surrender, turning back his focus on the fire. You open the second can a lot faster without his ogling. 

After the fire was set and the cans were warming , the two of you sat by the fire.  The sun was setting, the sky nearly dark and the sleeping bags underneath you both to aid against the cold damp ground. Your jacket zipped up to your neck and Joel’s zipped up to his chest. 

With fire crackling embers that float toward the sky, the moon hovering over you and the stars twinkling in the night. It almost feels normal. Like you’re out camping instead of surviving and it nearly makes you start crying. How nothing will ever be the same again.You would think after dealing with raiders and runners and whatever the hell else that's out there for a couple years would make you used to it. And it did for the most part. But there’s always that small faint feeling that creeps up on you when you hope the next day will be normal. That you wake up and you're back in your apartment waking up on your couch from this crazy dream

.

Clearing your throat, you force the thought away. You carefully pick up the warm can wrapped in one of your shirts to keep yourself from burning your hands. You blow lightly against your spoon to keep the food from burning your mouth before eating. You eat in silence, occasionally stealing glances at Joel who looks as if he’s staring right at you. But you know he isn’t. He’s looking past your shoulder seeing if there’s any danger lingering in the dark. Hiding behind a tree waiting to sneak on you both at the perfect moment. 

“I think we’re okay.”you say to him.

 His eyes move towards you before flicking down back to the can of frank and beans you gave him a few minutes prior. “You did a sweep before you started eating. If there was someone out there, they probably would’ve come out by now.” You don’t know if you were saying this is for his reassurance or yours. 

Joel eats a couple spoonfuls before speaking, “Can never be too sure.” he shrugs. 

“We should clear this up soon and call it a night in the truck just in case.” 

You don’t fight him on the decision. He’s kept the two of you safe for this long and you hadn’t complained, so you weren’t going to complain now. The scar on your palm itches in remembrance of how he saved you the first time. 

Joel finishes his can before you, so he begins to gather the items you brought out back into the truck. You finish your food right when he’s done, the only thing left to do was roll the sleeping bag that was under you and to put out the fire. Joel pours a small amount of water on the flames and stomps the rest out, making the small area turn nearly pitch black. 

The air is colder without the heat of the blazing orange. You opted not to put your sleeping bag away, but to use it as a makeshift blanket for the truck. With your passenger door open, you slide into the seat of the car, tossing your backpack in the back, Joel doing the same. 

You let out a sigh, trying to get comfortable but you somehow feel Joel’s stiff movements. You turn to look at him and see his door still open, half of his body out of the truck. “You okay?”

Joel and his hesitance. He stares at you for a few seconds. “I’m gonna  check again before we call it a night. Just to see how the truck looks at night and see if we need to move or not.”You don’t respond to him immediately, and it seems to almost make Joel falter in his words. “Okay.”you pause, “Be careful.” He nods his head before getting out fully, telling you he’ll be right back. 

“Wait!” you say a little loudly. Joel opens the door and sticks his head in first with his eyebrows raised at your request. You twist in your seat to get to your backpack, and pull out your knife and slowly hand it out to him. His lips slowly quirk up into a smile as a way of thanking you. “Lock the door. I’ll knock on the back of the trunk first so I won’t startle you again.”

With the plan set, Joel closes the door and gets swallowed by the darkness of the night. Your heartbeats a bit quicker when you think of anxious “what-ifs”. What if he doesn’t come back? What if he does and he’s hurt? What if there actually is someone waiting in the shadows for the right moment to act?

Morals were the last thing on anyone’s mind in this world. Now, it was only about survival of the fittest. No matter what you had to do or who you had to hurt to see another day. And in the beginning, it made you sick. The killing and the screams and everything else in between. Some days it still does. 

But with Joel, it felt a little easier. Especially with how cautious and attentive he’s been today. From what you’ve gathered from the short time of being at his side, he seems to have always been a cautious and attentive man. But since the gas station, since the call with Abe, he’s even more so. You won’t ask him about it though. You won’t pry just yet because it makes you feel safe. Something you haven’t felt in a long time and you truly don’t know what he’ll say if you ask him. Or that he’ll stop altogether.

Just as Joel had said, you hear two taps against the back of the truck before seeing Joel’s dark form. You reach over the front seat and unlock his door so he can get inside. 

“All good?” you ask him.

 He takes a second putting his flashlight in one of the cupholders and starts to make himself comfortable.  Letting out a sigh of relief or exhaustion (you couldn’t tell which one). He finally  nods, “Could hardly see the damn thing in the dark, and even with the light.” he gestures to said flashlight. 

“That's good news.�� Joel hums in agreement. 

The two of you sit in silence, the only sound is crickets in the trees and the rustling of forest animals. “Nearly forgot-”Joel says as he takes out your knife and hands it to you. 

“Oh.”you say in surprise, forgetting yourself that you had given it to him in the first place. You were glad he didn’t have to use it and told him as such. He agreed right along with you. 

“So when we get to Abe’s place, what’s next?” you ask him softly in the dark. If it wasn’t from the moon cascading its light against the front glass of the truck, you probably wouldn't be able to see him. You can’t see much as you would with the daylight or even the evening haze. But enough to see that his eyes open when you ask him the question. 

“Keep moving I guess.” He says simply. “Abe said we could stay temporarily but we won’t know how the place is until we get there. We don’t know how secluded it is or if it sticks out like a sore thumb so, we can’t really make much plans until we get there.”

You turn to the sound rustle at the side of your door, but don’t see anything. And Joel doesn’t make any movements that indicate danger. If you listen as hard as you can, you can hear the small sounds of squeaking. A rat or a squirrel you tell yourself with a sigh. 

You subconsciously scratch at your clothed palm as you look out the window. Accepting that the rustle sounds weren’t an animal but a raider. 

“Lemme take a look at this.” Joel says as he softly takes your injured hand into his. It causes you to move your attention from outside to him. Turning your head you watch as Joel repositions himself so he’s turn slightly towards you to get a better grip on your hand. “How’s it feeling?”

You shrug, “It doesn’t really hurt anymore, just itches from time to time.”

He nods before slowly untucking the end part of the cloth. “Should be okay to take this off now.” 

You watch as Joel holds your hand in his as he attentively unwraps the cloth. Despite telling him you’re not in pain he’s still just as gentle as the first time he helped you. After the last piece of gauze falls from your hand, the two of you see a red angry scar in your palm. A scab forming over it. 

You slowly make a fist with your scarred hand a few times to see how it feels. It’s not all the way healed, but it’s freeing to not have the gauze on all the time. Joel hasn’t said a word as he watches you make a fist and open your hand back up again. He uses his thumb to lightly trace the scar. Your breath falters slightly from the sudden touch. You hope he didn’t hear it. 

“How’s that?” He asks, staring at you, waiting for your reply. 

You nod your head, Joel turns back to your scar and this time his thumb rubs against it a bit firm then before. It stings a little but it isn’t terrible and you tell him as such. 

He nods at the information before softly placing your hand back down on the truck’s center console. “Good. Should be fine then without the cloth. It needs to breathe so it can heal fully.”

After that, silence engulfs you both as you try to sleep, but sleep doesn’t come to you as quickly as it did hours before. Thinking too much about these past few days. About Joel and how safe he’s made you feel. And how he didn’t leave you to go to that other place Abe had mentioned. You never would have thought you would have partnered up with just one man for as long as you have been with him. You’ve been with groups with men before, you’ve been alone and you even stayed at settlements or bad attempts at QZs. But never a one on one partner like this. 

“Thank you by the way.” You say out loud without much context for him to understand. You hear Joel turn his head towards you but you don’t look at him. Your eyes straight as you squint to watch the trees move slightly against the cold wind.  

“You don’t have to thank me for that darlin’, I told you already it wouldn’t have been right-” Joel starts to explain to you seriously. The endearing name hits your heart, making you turn your head the second he says it. But you don’t speak on it as Joel pleading eyes tell you not to. You assume it as an accident and try not to make anything out of it. Thinking it’s that southern hospitality subconsciously creeping back out of him. 

“No, not that.” You slide the sleeping back from your lap up to your chest to keep yourself as warm as possible against the cold to distract yourself. You take a breath, 

“Thank you for letting Abe know I was there, that I was with you. With how shit this world is now, it's still very surprising to not get tricked or left behind.” you exhale out with a humorless laugh. 

You sneak a look at Joel to see if he smiles even a centimeter at your terrible attempt at a joke but he stares at you with an intensity that you’ve only seen twice. The first time when Joel rescued you from your near death experience and the second when he was on the radio with Abe. It causes you to freeze in your seat and not dare try to move your eyes away from his. “I’m not gonna leave you.” he tells you. 

Those five words, so simple yet mean so much. How serious it sounds when he says it to you. His eyes almost daring you to say something otherwise, and you’re almost tempted to.  And it’s as if a weight is lifted off your shoulders and your chest, you sink a bit into your seat. You nod your head softly to him in understanding before turning your head to your window. 

A small smile grows on your lips as you see small white flakes fall from the sky. 

“It’s snowing.” you say quietly. Joel doesn’t say anything to you, but you don’t mind. Feeling comfortable in the silence as you watch the snowflakes fall down. And slowly but surely, your eyes drift close and you fall asleep. 

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[knightofsuperior]

Wherever You Soar Away, Remember That It's Always a Blessing to Be Here with You

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses, Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Summary:

Suletta Mercury is shattered. Her dreams are but a folly, her life's philosophy turned out less than ideal, and her love has been torn to shreds before her eyes. It's a blessing, then, that she's just where she needs to be to rebuild herself. Or: After episode 12, Suletta Mercury becomes a Deer, Fodlan discovers it has neighbors beyond the skies, and Miorine tries to rectify a mistake.

Read the fic here, and check out an excerpt/my thoughts below!

Excerpt:

Byleth gasped in shock as a wave of heat rushed over her; it was nowhere near as searing as the earlier one, but it was still far from pleasant. Forcing herself up to her feet, she took in the sight before her. Encompassing the whole of the opposite end of the path (or, rather, crater) was a massive, smoking figure. Its body was made of pure steel, shaded with varying hues, but not left unharmed by its approach. Scorch marks and melted iron dripped from various spots on its arms, though its chest area appeared relatively unscathed. The creature’s face (or what she approximated as its face) had the most damage, with cracked glass and torn metallics throughout. What in the world is this? I wish I knew… Byleth intended to return to the others, to call upon the Church to investigate, as further engaging with this… thing was far past what she had been ordered to do. However, this was before the creature turned its head to look directly at her. It’s alive?! Sothis screeched, horror in her every breath, How is something like that sentient, let alone alive after falling from the sky in flames?! …sU…Le…tTa… If Byleth had much of a heart, it likely would have stopped. “You… can talk?” Sa…ve… Su…lE…ttA… The creature’s chest opened, steam billowing from its sides.  It held within its casing a girl with bright red hair.

Author's Note: Somehow, out of all the things I've written on AO3 over the years, this is my most-viewed story with almost ten thousand hits and over 300 kudos. I'm sincerely blown away by that, because I just wanted to write what I thought would be a fun AU that'd last a few chapters at best. I love writing these characters, and exploring new facets of their personalities as they interact with someone so far out of their norm (and vice versa for poor Suletta), and it's given me a great challenge in writing drama and intrigue.

This specific story is barreling toward its climax, but I've got plans for what's beyond--so whether you're an old reader or a new one, I sincerely hope you enjoy it!

[zee-the-zebra]

So this is a fic idea that involves my traveler physiology headcanon, so make sure you read that first. And also includes some Aether/Lyney because I love those two losers.

Aether got into a fight with a bunch of powerful members of the Abyss Order. And he lost. But instead of killing him, one of the Heralds rips Aether's core from his chest. They then take his body and hide it so there's no chance of him returning to it.

Now Aether's core could' ve been used to reverse the curse and make all of the ones there human again. But they didn't do that. Because they wanted revenge for him healing a "traitor". Instead they built a suit of armor meant to resemble them, and used Aether to power it, essentially turning him into a battery for it.

And Aether, who is still fully aware despite not being in his body, knows that no one can or even will help him. Even if he were to escape, who would trust a machine meant to resemble a creature of the abyss that stole the famous Traveler's voice? Aether knows that even Lyney, who promised to always be by his side wouldn't trust him.

This was how Aether thought his story was going to end. As a weapon for the Abyss Order and completely helpless to stop it. Unknown to Aether, Lyney had been looking endlessly for him. And his search turned up nothing. At least until he found a domain controlled by the Abyss Order.

There, he learned of plans to use a "great machine" to poison the air in Fontaine to make it easier to take important people from it. When Lyney found this machine, he could've sworn he heard something crying from inside. As he got closer, the armored "person??" raised their head and asked in a terrified voice "What are you doing here?!"

Despite it being distorted and barely above a whisper, Lyney recognized the voice.

He'd know it anywhere.

“Aether…?”

Lyney, obviously panicking, asks Aether what happened. And Aether does his best to explain it, causing Lyney to freak out even more.

He asks Aether if he knows where his actually body is, and Aether says no. He doesn't know where it is, or if it's even still intact. Point is, it's somewhere he'll never be able to find.

Lyney then asks what he can do to help Aether. And this is all Aether has to say.

"Leave before the abyss finds you. Then alert everyone you can. Hopefully they'll be able to force the domain to collapse in on itself before anything happens."

"But that means you're- I'm not leaving you here!"

"Please. I've already lost myself. I can't have you get killed because of me. Just…let me protect you. One last time...”

Well that's just impossible. Why would Lyney ever just leave Aether here? Then, he has a thought. Aether's core. He begins to reach out for him.

"Maybe if I just take you out of the-"

"NO! THEY'LL KNOW THE MOMENT YOU DO!"

"I'm not letting you waste away in here! Please! Tell me how I can save you!"

There isn't, at least in Aether's mind. What could Lyney even do? Find where the Abyss is keeping ether's body? And then what? He'd never stand a chance against these things.

"There's really nothing you can do…”

"There has to be-"

"I'm sorry...”

A thought does come to Aether however. Nahida. The Akasha system may be shut down, but Nahida has far more power than she knows. She can probably still control a body by way of the mind. It's a long shot. And if nothing else, it'll get Lyney far away from here.

So Aether explains his insane plan. And does one last thing for Lyney before he leaves. He gives him access to every teleport waypoint he activated. And so Lyney sneaks back out. Then immediately books it to the nearest waypoint.

This is one chance of saving Aether.

It has to work.

Right?

Skipping ahead a bit, Lyney teleports over to Sumeru and Nahida is able to help, but she needs time to be bought to both find Aether's shell and get it back to him.

So while Nahida does all the careful work, Lyney, as well as Scara, who decided to help too, have to keep the Abyss Order busy so they don't get in Nahida's way.

To make a long, chaotic, disaster of a scene short, the plan works. Aether is finally freed and returned to his own body.

And once it's over, Aether and Lyney have some time alone. To which Aether finally confesses something.

"There's a lot I haven't told you about me. I think it's only fair that you know who- What I am."

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Every Little Thing *He* Does is Magic, Chapter 2

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now)

Rating: T

Word count: ~800

Story Summary: The events of Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, retold from Reader's perspective after the fact to her best friend.

Tags/Warnings: Companion fic, canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship, spoilers for ELTSDiM

A/N: Double update since this one is so short! Proceed to chapter 3. 😉

“...So how did the rest of your first week go?”

Y/N smiled as she FaceTimed with Amy while making herself dinner the following Friday night. “It went well! Most of it was reading paperwork and meeting various benefactors and trustees, but my meeting with the Curatorial staff today was really productive. The Egyptian exhibit should only be closed for a few days at most to install the new artifacts.”

She paused to take a sip of water. “Steven made a great suggestion to bring some vases up from storage to spruce up the Ancient Greek collection, which can literally be done overnight, so we'll be updating that area as well.”

Amy grinned. “ Steven did, huh?”

Y/N nodded, ignoring Amy’s suggestive tone. “He also had a lot of really great, out-of-the-box ideas on how to improve the tours and said he could have a sample tour based on those ideas to show me by Monday morning.” 

“Oh that's great! I know you were hoping to have the tours redone before those new artifacts are in place.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, but I felt bad because I probably shouldn't have had Steven do any VES-related tasks until he officially started on Monday even though he signed the paperwork today. After he and I wrapped up our solo meeting he mentioned needing to get back down to the gift shop since he was technically still employed as a clerk until Sunday.”

Amy winced. “Oh oof, yeah, I'm sure that's an entirely different pay grade, although from what you’ve said it seemed like he didn’t actually mind doing tasks for his new position early.”

Y/N shook her head. “That’s what I thought too, but then he clarified that it was only because he knew I was busy and he didn't want to bother me by… how did he put it? Oh yeah, ‘hovering’.”

“Oh, okay, good. That was really considerate of him.”

Y/N nodded, a small smile forming on her face at the memory. “Yeah, he definitely seems like he's a really caring person. I told him he wasn't bothering me and that after staring at a mountain of paperwork and meeting a bunch of people with tangential connection to the museum it was nice to be able to actually talk to someone on staff.”

Amy winked. “Specifically him though, right?”

Y/N huffed out a laugh. “I have to admit, it definitely didn't hurt that it was him. Anyway, he asked me how I was settling in and I said that the staff had all been really welcoming for the most part and that I wasn't sure how I was going to be received since I'm not British, and then he said that it didn't matter where I was from, that my qualifications spoke for themselves.”

Amy raised an eyebrow, her lips turning up in a smile. “So basically everything I said when you were freaking out about everyone hating you.”

Y/N huffed out a breath, a smile on her own face. “Yeah, yeah, you were right. He really did have to get back downstairs after that though because I had a phone call I had to take.”

“So do you think everything is going to work out?”

Y/N nodded. “Everyone seems on board with the changes I'm making so far, and I really do think Steven’ll make a great Visitor Engagement Specialist -- he’s incredibly knowledgeable and observant.”

“And hot,” Amy added with a smirk. “And exactly your type.” 

Y/N’s face heated. As much as she’d tried over the past week, she couldn't completely ignore her attraction to Steven. “Maybe, but that has nothing to do with my belief in his ability to do his job or why I promoted him in the first place.” 

Amy let out a light laugh. “I know, I'm just teasing you.”

“Either way, I'm looking forward to seeing his ideas for the new tours in action.” Y/N paused. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, in addition to the Egyptian artifacts on loan from Cairo, we just had a donation of first editions of several classic British novels come in.”

Amy’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, now you're speaking my language.”

Y/N grinned. “I thought you'd be interested in that. I'll send you some pics once we get them authenticated and the display is set up.”

“Please do.”

Y/N nodded as she turned off her stove. “I should run, my dinner is ready. I'll talk to you later though, ‘kay?”

Amy nodded. “Okay, talk to you later.”

“‘Night, Ames.”

“‘Night!”

Y/N ended the call then plated her food.

As she sat down to eat, her mind drifted to Steven. His ideas for revamping the tours really were great and Y/N was excited to see them in practice.  I can't wait until Monday.

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[stobinesque]

intro & masterlist

read • 29 • ze/zir/zirs

I follow and interact from @amusingdisplacement.

Mostly Stobin, Steddie, and Lucas Sinclair content here, but I am, broadly speaking, a multishipper! (There is the occasional canon-Stancy-critical reblog here and there, tagged anti-stancy for filtering purposes.)

No DNI criteria, but minors take note that there's fairly frequent 18+ content here. And B*lly Hargr*ve fans who don't think he's canonically racist: we will not get along.

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tags:

#read.txt : original homegrown ramblings. sometimes there are even coherent headcanons here.

#read writes : general-purpose writing tag

#read microfic : where all of my microfic drabbles for my 250 follower celebration can be found!

things i currently ramble about a lot:

#jeff is steve's bi awakening au | #wayfinder tag [s4 lucas pov fix-it] | #first light tag [rockie apocalyptic first date fic] | #wigwag tag [steve's gay slut-discovery era: the fic]

fic list

highlights:

currently posting: Follow Celebration Microfics!

newest: held frozen like an angel to me • E • steddie • [read on ao3]

biggest hit: lay your cuts and bruises over my skin • unrated • Steve-centric • [ao3 only]

writer's higlight: the firmament in you • T • stobin • [read on ao3]

SERIES

semiotics 'verse

[series masterpost tk]

/ˌsemēˈädiks/ plural 1. the study of signs and symbols and their use or interpretation. "Queer identities, and the everyday practices and performances associated with them, cannot be dissociated from the ways in which they are expressed by language—in all its subtleties and implicit associations as well as explicit self-reports—as situated in dynamic contexts of social norms and values, politics, power, ideology and various media" (source)

lay your cuts and bruises over my skin

3/3 | wc: 22k | Unrated | Gen / Steve-centric | ao3 only

People like to say that Steve can’t take a punch. But that’s not strictly true. The other accusation—that he’s no good at throwing a punch—is closer to the truth. But really the issue can be neatly summarized by the fact that he’s a little too good at taking a punch. OR A history of Steve Harrington’s bruises.

plinth

One-Shot | wc: 1k | G | Gen / Robin & Max | read on ao3

There are monsters in Hawkins, Billy Hargrove is dead, and Robin is sitting next to his kid sister while her summer job burns in front of her.

phryctoria

7/7 | T | Gen / Stobin & Steve-centric

Sometimes your gay awakening is just having someone to show you it’s possible. After Starcourt, Steve realizes he's gay, comes out to his best friend, and starts figure out how to navigate his new reality with her. Sometimes your gay awakening is just having someone to show you it’s possible. After Starcourt, Steve realizes he's gay, comes out to his best friend, and starts figure out how to navigate his new reality with her.

A Cure for All That Ails You

One-Shot | wc: 6k | T | Gen / Stobin | read on ao3

Steve gives her a despairing look. “Please don’t tell me your only experience of grilled cheeses have been ones made with Kraft singles.” “Okay, I won’t tell you!” She says brightly. Steve looks to be on the brink of tears. “Hey…it’s okay, Steve. I promise you can pop my good-grilled-cheese cherry!” Steve’s expression, if anything, grows even more pained. “Please, for the love of God, do not put it like that.” For Lex's Spicy Six Summer Fanworks Challenge prompt: “How did you go through life so far without knowing how to make a grilled cheese sandwich?”

perfect creature rarely scene

held frozen like an angel to me

One-Shot | wc: 10.3k | E | Steddie | read on ao3

There's a figure in the doorway, silhouetted by the chandeliers he keeps faintly lit in the receiving hall. Eddie sees the outline of wings. Of horns. A flowered crown. No sooner has he had the thought to reach out than the figure is stalking towards him. Eddie still can't move, and the beat of his heart picks up its pace. Not yet pounding in terror, but racing like he's just started a chase. He wants to speak. Wants to cry out, wants to— "Hello, my pet."

ONE SHOTS

the shape of things lost; the shape of things to come

T | wc: 1k | Gen / Stobin | cw: Major (Canonical) Character Death, Post-Season 4 Vol. 2, Grief & Mourning, fatalistic thinking

hitch, loop, hand & heart [ READ ON AO3 ]

E | wc: 2k | cw/tags: Bondage, Shibari, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Soft Dom Steve, Good Boy Eddie, ‘puppy’ used as a term of endearment

the mouth that feeds you [ READ ON AO3 ]

E | wc: 4k | cw/tags: Office Sex, Desk Sex,Lingerie, thigh biting, Stone Top Robin, Sassy Pillow Princess Nancy (kinda), ‘sir’ used as an honorific, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Dacryphilia (just a dash), Edging, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting [there’s…a lot going on here]

CHALLENGES & PROMPT FILLS

Steddie Week fics:

Day Two: Fluff [T+]

Day Three: First Kiss [T]

Day Four: Familiar / “let me be the void you fill” [T+]

Days 6: Misunderstanding & 7: “Freedom!” by Wham / “talking could, if we’d just dare (you know that i’ll forgive you)” [part 1][part 2]

Steddie Microfic Challenge fics:

July

prompt: 'pool' original wc goal: 442 bonus round goal: 273 title: center stage • rating: E / M • cws: Kink, D/s dynamics, Public Sex, Bondage, Chastity Device (briefly implied), Boot Kink, Light Degradation/Humiliation

August

prompt: cake wc goal: 311 fill 1: gilding the lily • rating: E • cws: cockwarming, facials, group sex, “puppy” used as term of endearment

fill 2: avarice for pearls • rating: E • cws/tags: D/s dynamics, free use, sloppy seconds, Daddy Kink (no age play)

Spicy Six Summer Challenge fics

A Cure for All That Ails You One-Shot | wc: 6k | T | Gen / Stobin | read on ao3 prompt: “How did you go through life so far without knowing how to make a grilled cheese sandwich?”

TK: the firmament in you [prompt: Dancing under the stars. - stobin] TK: first light on the horizon (at the end of the world) [prompt: First date - rockie]

prompt fills

prompt: “Just pretend to be my date.” [stobin] rating: T (for language) | wc: 771

prompt: things you said but didn’t mean [stobin] rating: T (for language) | wc: 616 | cw: hurt/comfort, arguments & misunderstandings

prompt: things you said through a closed door [steddie] rating: M (for frank discussions of sex) | wc: 679 | cw: hurt/comfort, erectile dysfunction, internalized ableism

prompt: things you didn’t say at all [stobin] rating: G | wc: 276 | cw: angst, hurt/comfort, ambiguous loss

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World's #1 Babysitter Mixtape [rel: lay your cuts and bruises]

Steve & Robin's Scoops Tracks [rel: lay your cuts and bruises]

Steve's Heartbreak Playlist [rel: Steddie Week Day 7 fic]

Stobin Car Tracks #1 [Summer '85] [rel: phryctoria]

Jeff Taste Profie ['84] [rel: 'Jeff is Steve's Bi Awakening AU']

Wayfinder playlist

first light on the horizon [a Vickie mixtape]

(at the end of the world) first light vibes playlist]

the firmament in you playlist

perfect creature rarely seen series playlist

get to know the author mixes

Stobinesque's Ten Song Recs

STOBINESQUE [username playlist]

STOBINESQUE [vol. 2]

AMUSINGDISPLACEMENT [username playlist – main]

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KazuScara

all of these fics are centered around the ship Kaedehara Kazuha/Scaramouche (Wanderer)

links will be attached to all of them and the names will be underlined.

the ships with a * beside them are my personal favs please go check all of these fics out when you have the time!

*How to Bag an Idol by lynnthewaffle

tfw your highschool ex (who youre TOTALLY over) becomes the most famous idol of all time and you're the #1 top-charted streamer or Love is forged in distance and yearning and music.

10/10 I loved the tension and the heartburn it gave me after I finished reading all four chapters! This fic is around 23k words so I reccomend reading it when you have a couple of hours to spare. I felt like this fic did really well with the whole highschool romance to ex lovers who still have feelings for each other. It's definitely worth reading.

Black Orchids by too_indecisive_to_choose_a_name

KazuScara Week - Day 7 - Flower Shop While making an odd bouquet delivery, Kazuha meets a certain person that makes his cheeks turn peony pink only for that same person to come into his shop a bit later where Kazuha can’t hide his face anymore…

10/10 I swear I was smiling the whole entire time while reading this fic. I still have no idea what Black Orchids mean but oh well. This fic is a one-shot and is only around 3.5k words so please go check it out!

The Maple Leaf Harbinger by too_indecisive_to_choose_a_name

KazuScara Week 2022 - Day 2 - Role Swap Kazuha, the newest of the Fatui Harbingers finds himself questioning who he really has loyalty to when a certain wanderer takes Inazuma by storm. Kazuha finds himself seeking out said wanderer, only to meet him aboard a boat to find out the two of them really aren’t that different.

8/10 Another amazing fic by this author! I really loved the role swap au for some reason! This one's also a one-shot and shouldn't take too long to read.

Kuni? by too_indecisive_to_choose_a_name

That fucking bitch.   Honestly, Scaramouche wasn’t at all surprised that Childe bailed out on him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be annoyed at the ginger. Come to think of it, when wasn’t he annoyed with Childe. He could already feel the wrinkles from frustration on his face starting to form as he read the texts on his phone. Childe 1:05 Hey so I kind of wanted to have a single room for myself so…I got one! Now we can both get our own separate rooms! Scaramouche 1:05 You fucking dumbass Childe 1:06 What the fuck is pissing you off now? Scaramouche 1:06 That means that I have to get a random roommate OR Scaramouche moves to college and his roommate is a forgotten childhood friend he’s all too familiar with, but hasn’t seen in years…

9/10 So maybe you should just go read all of this author's works. Listen, you don't understand what this fic has done to me. Just go read it... when you have a weeks worth of time to spare. It isn't complete btw.

my happiness is ours to share by lore_bee

"I"ve never really been one for romance. Although, if I ever do stumble upon the right person... who knows? My days as a wanderer might come to an end." "Paimon just had a great idea! Lumine and I are going back to Sumeru tomorrow. You should come with us Kazuha! Then you can definitely meet you future soulmate I just know it!" "Thank you for the intriguing offer Paimon." "Your welcome! So are you coming with us?" "...I'll think about it."

8/10 Another incomplete work. So far I really enjoy seeing Kazuha's journey with Lumine and Paimon. I think this fic will turn out really good when it's finished!

Cloud Cover by princesscas

Kazuha is the unofficial school matchmaker, and his best friend Scaramouche is the only person he can't seem to succeed in pairing off.

8/10 This fic is so so so cute. I just love it so much. It's a one-shot with around 5k words so please check it out!

It's Called Freefall by dilucae

As days turn to nights, little can quell the emptiness inside Wanderer's heart. Little, but not nothing. And seeing his lover again is certainly up there.

7/10 Short and sad. I did tear up a little. A memorable fic.

That's all I have for now! I'll probably continue updating this post if I find more fics worth mentioning! Follow my blog for updates. I also have posts dedicated to different ships. Check them out if you're interested! Here's a link to my XiaoVen and ChongQiu fic recs!

[eureka-its-zico]

Okay now that I’ve finally collected my thoughts..

This is going to be such a brain dump and I’m really sorry but I hope it makes sense 🫠

Chapter 8 surprised me in so many good ways and once again that shows how good of a writer you are. I don’t want to write any spoilers in case people who come here haven’t caught up so I’ll have to allude… but like

Wow

When people say that they’re going to write angst and hurt comfort and action with violence (some of my favourite genres don’t judge) etc I always expect these parts to be short and fast paced as that’s what I’ve usually come across because readers and writers alike, we just can’t wait to get to the happy part after a small dose of angst.

But I knew with you, when you said you were going to torture us you were not going to disappoint. And tortured I was but in the BEST WAY.

You didn’t rush anything, you went into so much detail, you made sure that we got everything with that build up (slow burn oh my gosh) before moving onto a happy moment (omg the first reunion with Z had me in BITS I was so on edge I wanted to scream which is exactly how this should be even if I was in pain - thank you and well done). I then thought, ‘okay wish we could have prolonged this but I enjoyed it for what it was’

And then we went back to angst??? And I thought?? ‘Okay okay didn’t see this coming I’m liking it okay. What other surprises am I gonna get’

And then we had another happy moment (my goodness the hurt comfort was THRIVING thank you for building that tension because my god did you deliver) so I thought again ‘okay that was a nice little surprise, so the MC is saved now’ and then you had that ending? That cliffhanger? When I tell you I screamed ‘YESSS OMG MORE ANGST MORE ANGST’ I was not kidding

I read someone say that they basically came here for Zoro and stayed for the fic and I’ve never related to something so much. What I thought I was going to get with this series compared to what we’ve got, has blown me out of the water.

If this was a book I would buy it.

You’ve just… yeah. I’m honestly blown away by your writing and how you’ve paced it (I know I keep talking about pacing but it’s something even well known published writers struggle with and yet here you are, doing it absolutely brilliantly)

I sent my friend a 7 min voice note the other day just screaming at her about how good this fic is to the point where she’s asked for the link (she’s a Sanji girl and mainly reads Sanji stuff so you know this fic has been sold well if she’s considering reading it) and honestly? After finishing chapter 8, I haven’t stopped thinking about it.

I just. I have nothing more to say. It’s incredible. So incredible I may even start rereading it. It’s just. You’ve ticked every single box for what I personally would want in a fic and that is rare and I know I’m not the only one.

Tldr; damn.

Sorry for the word splurge, I just needed to tell you you’re awesome

Osiyo, darling,

Okay. I’ve been disgusting this since you sent it because there is a lot of goodness in this that turned me incredibly soft. Please don’t ever apologizing for dumping on me about anything!

You are also incredibly sweet trying not to spoil anything. You are just a sweet and kind bean at this point who can do no wrong in my eyes.

There would never be any judgement here from me on what anyone likes to read. Just no judgement from me really on anything. My sister’s favorite things to read are far different from mine - she lives and breathes filth 🤣 - and that’s okay. As long as it gets someone reading and having a good time, it’s truly all that should matter.

As for the angst part, I can agree that we just always want to conclude the heavier parts faster to get to the good part, but that isn’t how I roll. I feel like it does such a disservice to the stories to not flush out characters and the scene. There is so much that can be explored in a moment and we shouldn’t be scared to do that in the slightest. I say this knowing very well I’ve been doing this with this next chapter 🙄

Angst is my bread and butter. I think, personally, I’m better at it than fluff or smut, although I work hard on these too, because I just want to grow as a writer, and not attempting them feels like a greater disservice to myself. So, just reading how much you enjoyed the angst throughout the chapter sprinkled in with all the other bits makes me feel thankful. I’m always hyper aware of this and making sure it’s always as balanced as I can get it throughout the story.

Ugh. To have two people tell me they came for Zoro and stayed for the fic makes me incredibly emotional. You don’t understand. Then to say if it was a book you’d buy it? Literally sobbing because it’s my dream one day to be able to publish something. Literal tears.

Add in the voice note rant and I’m hugging myself. This is so relatable. I literally do this exact thing all day. Just ranting throughout the day like a crazy lady about fic ideas or just things I see constantly. I’m truly humbled that my story is rant worthy to a friend 🖤🖤 the best compliment thank you so much.

I’m not sure there are any appropriate words to explain how much I loved reading this. How your comments truly impacted me in such a meaningful way. It isn’t enough, but thank you so so much.

[fluffansmut-old]

Use your words.

Summary: After a day, your in desperate need of Eddie. But the problem is you have to say it.

Content warnings: Explicit sexual content (i mean it, 18+, minors stay the fuck away from this shit.) Dom/sub, (soft) Dom Eddie Munson, Needy!reader, Oral fixation, Hand and finger kink, praise kink, Daddy kink, oral sex, Fingering, penetrative sex, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare, Dom Nancy Wheeler, Sub Robin Buckley, vibrators, slight exhibitionism, safeword use (yellow).

A/N: This is hands down the smuttiest thing I´ve ever written, so consider this your warning. The plot focuses mainly on Eddie x reader, but Ronance is there as a subplot. 

*Fic is also posted on Ao3*

Work had been an absolute hell today. Everything that could have gone wrong actually had, and somehow it was all both your fault and your problem to fix. To say that you were in a pissy mood was an understatement. Not only was it because of the work stress, but on top of it, you were days away from your period which made you stupidly, embarrassingly horny. All you had thought about during your shitty day was Eddie. Thoughts equally comforting and steamy. In your car, close to home you couldn’t wait to crash into his arms.

Opening the door you heard a hair dryer blowing and Eddie humming slightly. “Hi Baby! I’m in the bathroom, almost ready,” Eddie called out when he heard you close the door. That was when you realised that the breakdown, cuddles, and steamy sex that you had been hoping for had to wait. Because you had guests coming over, in less than an hour. Now you loved your friends dearly but it couldn’t have come at a more inconvenient time. ”Mhm” you just hummed in response before heading to your shared bedroom. “Fuck “ you muttered, digging through your closet trying to find something to wear. Nothing seemed right. In reality, you wanted to tear your bra off and put on one of Eddie’s shirts. The choice later landed on a smocked top and a skirt that reached your mid-thigh. You messed about with your hair and makeup in the mirror. The hair could use a wash, but time was pressed and the can of dry shampoo would have to do.

“ There's my baby, don’t you look gorgeous! '' Eddie said as you came out of the bedroom. He was chopping vegetables for a salad but stopped to look up at you. His words made you so needy for him. You wanted to just throw yourself towards him, but something inside you made you feel like you couldn’t. You didn’t have time to unload all the shit from the day that you had.

Now Eddie had told you countless times, how important it was for you to communicate what you wanted, what you needed from him. He also reassured you that no matter what the request was he would try his best to make it happen. You knew deep down that you could get what you so desperately craved if you only looked into those deep adoring eyes of his and said: “I need you. I need you so badly. Because my day has been shit, my clit is throbbing and I need you to be not an inch away from me. I need you to fuck me so far into subspace that the only word I can pronounce is your name, please I need you.” The only problem was that no matter how much Eddie coaxed and encouraged you, you were simply too embarrassed to express those feelings. Instead, you usually opted for giving whiny little hints, until Eddie told you what you wanted him to do. He was always right on the money, simply because he could read you like a book. But he wanted to hear it from you, always looking at you with this dominating look in his eyes whenever you let out a desperate little whine, the look that instantly made your brain go fuzzy, muttering: “I thought you were my good girl, hrrm? You know that good girls uses their words sweetheart”

Eddie had noticed just by your fidgety body language alone, that something was up. This time though, he was determined to hear it from you. “Is there something that you wanna ask or tell me, baby girl?” He said, standing beside you, tilting your head up with two ringed fingers under your chin. Fuck, he saw right through you. You thought about telling the truth for a second. But decided against it. You knew he had looked forward to this get-together for weeks. So you decided then and there to keep it together, to not slip up and go full on needy girlfriend on him. “No. Nothing special” you said. Trying to avoid eye contact, his eyes on you were making you feel fuzzy and small already. “Baby, look at me,” he commanded softly. You lifted your eyes to meet his, and you couldn’t help but let out a tiny little whine. “If there is something you want from me, then you know what to do right?” He asked seriously. “Yes,” you answered, trying to avoid eye contact in order to keep your composure. The concerned glare he was giving made you weak at the knees. His grip on your chin tightened. “Can you repeat it for me?” He asked, even though it wasn’t much of a question, more so a command. His demeanour made you incredibly needy for him and you wanted nothing more than to beg for him to put the fingers that were holding you in place into your mouth. You truly tried to not betray yourself but you did and let out a small, desperate whimper. “Repeat it for me, sweetheart” he coaxed, tone still serious. “I need to use my words,” you said, voice slightly bratty but still small. You felt your subby side creep up on you minute by minute. Telling you how badly you needed Eddie. But you suppressed it, knowing guests were probably on your doorstep in less than 15 minutes. “Good girl baby,” he said. “But dial down on the tone please.” He kissed you on the forehead and your instincts told you to lean into him, but you caught yourself, and instead, you decided to part with him the minute his lips left your skin. It felt like he left them there longer than usual. Which wasn’t just a feeling, Eddie of course knew what you were trying to do. Most of the time you were a picture-perfect sub, but every once in a while, usually when you wanted to ask Eddie something that you deemed excessive you tried to hold back which in turn triggered a bratty streak. So Eddie pressed his lips lovingly to your forehead to get you to cave, to get you to admit to him that you needed him with all that it meant. But you were stubborn, so he decided to let you have your way. At least for a little while.

Outside, about a block away from your house came another dom with her sub in tow. The two of them were involved in something totally different. “You seem, antsy baby,” Nancy said, grabbing Robin's hand. “Colour?” “I dunno, maybe a little yellow, but mostly green, absolutely mostly green but still a teeny bit yellow I think” Robin started to ramble. Nancy had suggested that they should try the remote control vibrating egg that she had bought the other night. Robin had been totally for it at home, always up for trying things, finding the thought of exhibitionism kind of thrilling. But now, with the turned-off egg resting inside her, shifting onto her g-spot as she walked, she started to let a tiny bit of doubt into her brain. Nancy, who by now was used to Robin’s rambles, placed both of her hands on the sides of her face. She rubbed soothingly with her thumbs across the apples of Robin's cheeks, all whilst holding her in place, giving her time to breathe, making sure she had eye contact with her. “Sweetie, I’m gonna ask you again” she started. “Colour?” Robin took a breath, knowing Nancy wanted her to think before answering. “Yellow” she stated. “Good job for colouring, baby” Nancy praised, placing a kiss on Robin's lips. “What about it makes you feel yellow?” Robin pondered the thought. “What if they hear it? I’m scared that they might judge me” Robin admitted, grabbing Nancy’s hand for reassurance. “I really think that it’s going to be hard to hear,” she said. “Besides, even if they do hear it I don’t believe that Mr and Ms handcuffs-on-the-bedroom-wall are ones to judge. And Steve is a proper dingus, he won’t realise what it is, I promise.” After Nancy’s reassurance Robin felt better, she laughed, both at the mention of the handcuffs they had seen in your bedroom multiple times and at Steve's obliviousness. “Now, how do you feel?” Nancy asked. Robin smiled at her. “I’m green, thank you” “No need to thank me, baby,” Nancy said, squeezing Robin's hand. “Now don’t hesitate to colour out if it gets too much tonight alright?” “I will, I promise,” Robin said. “Remind me again, how do you safeword nonverbally?” Nancy asked, knowing that Robin might be hesitant to colour out if it meant saying something out loud, ultimately outing what they were up to. “I tap you on the wrist, twice for yellow, three times for red” Robin said, proudly recalling the instructions Nancy once had given her. “Good girl” Nancy praised. “Now let’s get this show on the road.” She shoved her hand down her pocket and pressed the first button, setting off the vibrations inside Robin. “Steve is probably waiting for us,” Nancy said, Robin didn’t reply, she was too busy trying to compose herself.

When the first knock on the door came it almost made you jump, it was like the time to admit was up. Deep down you knew that it wasn’t true, you just had to say the word and Eddie would gladly kick them all out to take care of you. But you were stubborn and now you just had to keep it together. “Hi! It's so good to see you again!” You exclaimed, embracing first Robin, then Nancy, and lastly Steve in a hug. Eddie was right behind you, doing the same before passing them all a drink. You eyed the tray of drinks and noticed that one of the glasses had a drink in another shade of pink. You glanced over at the bottles he had poured from and as you suspected he had poured rosè into four of the glasses and nonalcoholic sparkling rhubarb cider into the last one. The action made you huffy. Simply because it was the right decision. Alcohol had the tendency to make you anxious at times, and at the place you were right now, it wasn’t a good idea.

It was the fact that Eddie once again knew what you needed that now slightly pissed you off. Usually, it was your favourite part about your relationship, to finally be able to let go of all pressure and thought and just let Eddie lead and take care of you. But you were hanging on by a thread, trying to not fall into the subspace you desperately craved, so why did he have to make it so goddamn hard to not slip?

You purposely grabbed the glass of rosè and gave Eddie a look. “Thank you, baby,” he said, grabbing the glass from your hand quickly before you could even react. He took a sip from it which made you pout. “I was about to drink that” you stated, huffy, with your arms crossed. “Oh were you now?” Eddie said, faking surprise. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but here, look what I got for you” He handed you the sparkling cider, which you begrudgingly took from him. You were about to turn your back towards him when you felt his hand on your shoulder, turning your back, facing him. “What do we say?” He said. His hand on you and his heavy tone made you want to melt into him. You tried halfhearted to shake his hand off but there wasn’t much you could do. “What?” You said, trying to gain control of yourself by bratting against him. “Don’t bullshit me, sweetheart, you know what I want.” He said. You turned your eyes down. Grumbled a bit, before you muttered; “Thank you” You felt the hand tighten around your shoulder. “Thank you...who?” He questioned and you knew what he wanted you to say. But you couldn’t. “Eddie....” You whined with slight embarrassment in your tone. Your eyes shifted from him to your guests. “Thank you.” Eddie understood your dilemma and decided not to push it, even though he was certain that they weren’t listening to you.

The guests weren’t really bothered by the interaction between you two, Steve and Robin were loudly arguing about which the best movie snack was. The younger of the two having a hard time laying out her arguments as Nancy had her hand in her pocket, switching the vibrator inside of Robin to a pulsating setting. But although Nance was busy she hadn’t missed out on witnessing the interaction between you and Eddie. Nancy could tell, by your huffy behaviour, and Eddie’s stance that he had a bratty sub on his hands tonight.

There had never been a conversation where you had admitted to each other that you shared the dynamics of your relationships. It was more of a quiet understanding type of deal. There had been times when you and Eddie had noticed it, with Nancy and Robin. Like that one time when Robin and Nancy were late, and when they finally arrived, Robin was following Nancy like a lost puppy, seeking her approval constantly, hissing when she sat down. You and Eddie definitely knew about them and they absolutely knew about you.

The only one who didn’t suspect anything was the ever-oblivious Steve Harrington. Who broke the silence between you and Eddie with an; “Hey man, I’m starving, how long until dinner is ready?”

Dinner passed with no issues, you sat next to Eddie, opposite Robin, who seemed unusually squirmy. So much so that Steve called her out on it. “Seriously Robin, find a comfy position and stay there will ya?” He said, mid-sentence as he was trying to tell another story. You saw how Robin's face turned beetroot red and then you saw how she fumbled with her hand trying to find Nancy’s.

Robin felt equal parts embarrassed and turned on, but she needed a break, now that Steve was starting to pick up on her behaviour. She tapped Nancy’s wrist twice and Nancy instantly put her hand in her pocket, pausing the vibrations that were pulsating through Robin's core. Nancy leaned over towards Robin, whilst taking her hand. She placed a loving kiss on her cheek, masking her check-in as some mild PDA. “I hear you, baby, you are doing so well. I’ll leave it off for a while then I’ll check in again okay?” Robin nodded at Nancy’s words. Shifting her chair closer to the dom, wrapping both her arms around Nancy’s. Chin on her shoulder.

You tried to listen to the story Steve was telling but you found your eyes drawn to the interaction between Nancy and Robin. You felt a pang of jealousy as Robin moved closer to Nance. You wanted to do the same to Eddie, you wanted him to hold you so bad. You considered taking his hand. But then you started to think about his hands. His big hands and those guitar-strumming, ringed fingers that made you feel so many things. They made you feel safe and taken care of when they held yours, they made you go absolutely feral when they brushed against your clit, or buried themselves deep inside you, they made you feel fuzzy and calm when they rested inside your mouth. You hadn’t even noticed how antsy you became of only the thought, not until one of the hands you had thought about came to rest on your bouncing knee, grounding you. You felt a familiar tingle between your legs and cursed yourself for reacting so quickly to him. You felt your brain cloud up with a need for him, and for the first time that night, you caved for the subby part of your brain. You took his hand, and he immediately wrapped your hand up in his.

For Eddie this felt like a win, ultimately he wanted to throw out the guests and tend to your needs, but in this in-between stage, where the only one holding you back was yourself, he could only keep an eye out and coax you into it at the right moment. (which proved to be hard when you kept the facade up way harder now when it wasn’t just you and him.)

You fiddled a bit with his rings, relaxing into the feeling of his steady hand. Suddenly though Steve suggested that he’d help Eddie clear the plates off the table and Eddie placed a quick peck to the back of your hand, before leaving it in your lap raising from his chair. A whine emerged from the back of your throat. You didn’t want him to leave, ultimately you wanted him closer. Nancy glanced over at the two of you, but at that moment you couldn’t be bothered to care. “Anything you need, baby?” Eddie asked, looking into your eyes, running a hand over your hair. It rolled on the tip of your tongue, what you needed. Daddy. You almost said it, but then Robin yelped a bit and then slapped her hand over her mouth. This once again made you aware of the fact that others were present. “Not really.” You mumbled, fiddling around with your fingers in your lap. “Want to help me in the kitchen?” He asked, knowing you usually liked to be close. You thought about it but decided that if you were to keep the feelings that currently were dangerously close, at bay then you were better off at the table. “I think I’ll keep our guest's company” you stated, eye flicking over to Nancy and Robin, before looking back at Eddie again. Eddie also looked at them, they were engaged in a hushed, private conversation, not really acknowledging that others were there. “Okay then,” he said, as he leaned over to take your plate. You inhaled and smelt the comforting mix of his cologne and the very vague smell of cigarettes. The scent of Eddie. Your favourite, the one you usually felt when you buried your face into his neck. When he left for the kitchen, a wave of sadness hit you and your eyes glossed over. You quickly blinked to get rid of them and worried that the women across the table had noticed, but they hadn’t.

Across the table, they hadn’t really noticed anything since Steve suggested that they should clear the table. Simply because Nancy took that moment to check in with her sub. “Colour sweetie?” Robin didn’t have to think for long. The desire to please Nancy was coming onto her strongly. “Green,” she said. “That’s my good girl,” Nancy said, kissing Robin's cheek. “I’m gonna turn it on again okay?” Robin nodded and then yelped loudly as Nancy had gone straight into setting number 4.

After Steve and Eddie had cleared the plates, they asked if you wanted dessert. You and the other decided that dessert could probably wait for a while. When the guys returned to the table, Eddie offered his hand to you and you took it. Way quicker than you had hoped. You brought your foot closer to his as well. If you hadn’t been so stubborn you would already be in his lap by now. It was more usual than not, your preferred seat was almost always Eddie. Nancy had picked up on the way you were behaving and was trying to silently ask Eddie what was up. Eddie tried to respond but none of the two really got their point across since they had to keep the conversation non-verbal. “Baby, why don’t you bring out the dessert from the fridge?” Eddie suggested, hoping Steve would offer to help so he could have a moment to explain your stubborn behaviour to Nance. The curly-haired woman was not late to pick up on what he was trying to do. “Robin, babe, why don't you go with, to help?” She suggested, and the sub was on her feet instantly, waiting for you to lead the way to the kitchen. Nancy also shot Steve a look, which made him look back at her confused for a moment, until it clicked in his head. “Oh right, yeah I’ll help you too”

Sat in your seat you contemplated what to do. Eddie leaned closer towards you, whispering in your ear. “Why don’t you go be my good girl? Hm? I know you want to.” You knew what he was trying to do, and it annoyed you to no end because it made you want to go get dessert, it made you want to please Eddie. But at the same time that goddamned stubbornness inside you, the one trying to keep your subby side at bay, made you want to riot. “Eddie can get them himself, you guys.” You said. You tried to let go of his hand to cross your arms in front of your chest, but you felt Eddie’s hand hold onto yours tighter. Almost as if he was trying to restrain you from bratting against him.

Robin who stood up was now at a crossroads, if she listened to you and sat down, then she would disobey Nancy. But she couldn’t really do much until you did. And you sat firmly in your chair. “Oh my god, Robin sit down, He is fully capable of getting them himself,” You said, with an eye roll. “He is just being a lazy bitch” Right, when the words left your mouth you regretted them. Because you felt both Eddie’s and Nancy’s eyes on you after that little outburst. Nancy’s eyes flicker from you to Eddie, silently asking him if he were about to let you get away with that behaviour. You felt Eddie rise from his chair, absolutely done with the stubborn brattiness that had gotten into you tonight. Your hand was still in his, but you sat firmly in your chair. Nancy called Robin over to her and she was by her side not a second later. You tried to keep your eyes focused on the pair, watching as Nancy’s fingers raked through Robin’s hair. But the Dom standing beside you, with stern, concerned, chocolate-coloured eyes watching you, was grabbing your attention no matter how hard you tried to look away. “Baby” he stated, tone serious. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” You knew it wasn’t a question. Still, you said; “I have guests to entertain.” “Actually,” Nancy said. “We better get going, or what do you think Robin?” Nancy put her hand in her pocket as she said it. Then everyone clearly saw how Robin’s eyes widened. “Mhrm, yeah, we… gottaleavelikenow…” she said. Nancy smirked. Steve, totally confused by the two couples he was sat between just said: “I’ll walk with you a bit”

Robin more or less ran for the door, whilst Nancy and Eddie agreed to give each other a call later. Eddie was still stood with his hand gripping yours when the door closed behind the guests. “Come with me,” he said. You obeyed, tired of fighting yourself.

Inside the bedroom you sat down on the bed, looking at your feet. You were feeling embarrassed about the outburst you had, embarrassed about the fact that you were both dripping and throbbing at the sight of your dom, and mostly embarrassed about the fact that you were going to have to say all of this out loud. “The behaviour from you tonight, it’s pure bullshit and you know it” Eddie saw how your bottom lip trembled slightly as you fiddled with your fingers. Eddie crouched in front of you. Lifting your chin to look him in the eyes. “C'mon sweetheart, we’ve talked about this.” He stated. Looking into your eyes, his deep ones looking back at you, soft, concerned, open. “I will gladly give you anything that you want, baby, but you have to tell me.” Your eyes welled up at his words, cos you felt like you let him down. The submissive guilt was getting to you. “Daddy.” You whimpered. Looking at Eddie. “Yes? I’m here baby, can you be a good girl and tell me what I can do for you?” He replied, putting his hands on your thighs rubbing softly up and down, coaxing you. “I need you,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Please” “How do you need me, sweetheart?” He asked. You felt embarrassed to say it, so instead of saying anything, you whined and dove forward, hiding your face in the crook of Eddie’s neck. “Alright now baby,” he said, holding a comforting hand on your back, whilst simultaneously lifting your head up, holding you in place to look at him. “Be a good girl and tell daddy where you need him” “Daddy… I’m throbbing” you said, eyes glossy and bottom lip trembling slightly. Eddie placed a light peck on your lips. “Are you now?” He said, “can you tell me where this throbbing is?” You whimpered, not wanting to say it. “You can say it, sweetheart, you are doing so well, being such a good girl, now use your words and I’ll make you feel good mkay?” Eddie said. ”my clit, it’s throbbing” you whispered. “And I need you, daddy” “Good girl” he praised, kissing your forehead. “Now let’s take care of that then” He pushed you back onto the bed keeping your knees bent. “Oh, I see,” Eddie said as he flipped your skirt up, “Sweetheart, who made you this wet?” The ran his pointer finger up and down your slit through your panties, running his finger over your clit. “More” you whimpered, the teasing was unbearable. Eddie smirked, you could tell that he had something planned. He kept running his finger but he decreased the pressure and now he was gracing ever so lightly across it, making you whine. “Shush it now, sweetheart, do you really think girls who call their daddy and lazy bitch get what they want without having to beg for it?” Eddie said. Fuck. You had hoped that he wouldn’t do anything about it but of course, luck wasn’t on your side. “Please, more” you begged. “Please, who?” He asked, removing his hand completely. “Please daddy,” you said, “touch me, fuck me, I need to not think about anything, please please please daddy.” It was more than Eddie ever expected to hear from you. But desperation apparently was the thing that got you talking. “Shh it’s okay, I’ve got you now baby,” he said, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs. “I’m gonna make you feel so good sweetheart, that’s what you wanted right? You were a little brat simply because what you really wanted was for me to pay some well-earned attention to my good girl” He ran his fingers through your slit, coating them before the plunged two of them deep inside you, which earned a high-pitched moan. “My best girl, who needs me to make her brain go fuzzy, who needs me to make her feel so very good.” You felt the tension build in your stomach. “Uh, daddy” you moaned as Eddie was pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. He leaned down and started to flick his tongue over your clit. “Oh my, holy shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum, can I cum please?” You begged, whilst clutching the balled-up skirt you had around your waist. Eddie looked up at you from between your legs, keeping the steady pace he had going on with his fingers. “Cum for me, cum on my fingers like the good girl I know you are,” he said and it didn’t take long before you did. He pulled out his fingers but let the thumb on his other hand lazy drag over your clit as you rode out the first orgasm of the night. Eddie watched as your vagina twitched around nothing. “Miss me already baby?” He asked. “Mhm” you whimpered, and when Eddie increased the pressure on your sensitive clit you let out a high-pitched whine, followed by “Uh, too sensitive” “You can take it, baby, I know you can,” Eddie said and kept up the relentless rubbing on your already swollen clit. He took his slick-covered fingers and held up them to your lips. “Open up for me” You took his fingers in your mouth without hesitation, the feeling of them on your tongue, his rings resting on your bottom lip, it made your brain go all fuzzy. It flooded your mind with one thing and one thing only. Eddie, daddy. Him.

“Daddy I want you” you mumbled around his fingers. It was barely audible so Eddie removed them from your mouth. This in turn earned a loud, annoyed whine from you. “I know, baby, but I need to understand you” “I want you, in me” you stated again, with a desire to be filled by him. “Your wish is my command sweetheart” he replied with a kiss on your nose. He started to undress first you and then himself. “I wanna be close” you whimpered, in this state you suddenly had no problem with asking for what you wanted. “Alright baby, impatient now are we?” He asked as he took you into his lap, your legs straddling him, your arms around his neck, your tits pressed against his chest, as you sank down onto his cock. You buried your face into his neck, kissing, sucking, leaving hickies and faint bitemarks, you were pressed against him in every way possible and at that moment it truly felt like you would break, crumble and die if you weren’t so close to him. His right arm was wrapped across your back, gripping your left hip, and his left hand was gripping the hair at the back of your head. He guided your hips up and down on his shaft working up a pace quite quickly. “Daddy” you moaned against his neck, As he moved both his hands to your ass, where he could control your movements even more. “Yes, baby, uh you're doing so good, taking me so well,” he moaned breathily into your ear. “Wanna cum” you moaned, and Eddie placed a sloppy kiss on your lips before he said; “Just a little while longer, then you can cum I promise baby” You picked up the pace to get him there sooner and Eddie's hand came down in between your legs, giving your clit some well-earned attention. “I’m close daddy,” you said and felt Eddie's other hand come up and grabbed ahold of your neck. “Hold on sweetheart, if you can’t you know your safeword right?” He asked. You nodded to the best of your ability with his hand on your neck. You felt the grip tighten. “Words, sweetheart,” he said. “I know the word, it’s bats.” You said as Eddie’s guitar-strumming fingers went into overdrive on your clit. “Good girl” he groaned as you sank down onto him impossibly deeper. The hand he had on your throat moved to your chin, pulling your mouth to his, crashing his lips on yours. When the kiss broke he kept a steady grip on your chin, thumb running across the bottom lip before slipping it into your mouth. You moaned around it, whilst your eyes watered as you came close to overstimulation by the second. “Happy tears?” Eddie asked as he kissed some away as they fell on your cheeks. “Uhuh,” you said, agreeing. “You can cum baby,” he said, “cum with me.” You didn’t need more convincing than that. The combined stimulation of Eddie's hand on your chin, his fingers working fast on your clit and the filling sensation of his cock inside you made you go up into the clouds as you let go. “Daddy” you whined as you came down from your high. “I’m here baby, right here .” Tears were running down your cheeks at a fast rate as you wrapped yourself around Eddie, head on his shoulder, him still buried deep inside of you with his cum running out of you. “More” you whimpered, tired. “You got one more in you, baby?” He asked, you looked up at him, eyes hazy, as you were deep in subspace, and the only thing on your mind was to please Eddie, and if that meant more friction to the overly sensitive clit of yours then so be it. “C'mon then sweetheart, give me one more,” he said, removing the hand from your mouth and picking up the pace on your clit again, as he felt your vagina pulsate around his softening cock. The sensation was burning but euphoric at the same time. Eddie watched carefully as he brought you closer to orgasm. He showered you in praise and kissed your tear-stained cheeks. “You are doing so so so well,” he said, as he felt you tighten around him. “Cum whenever you’re ready baby” You felt it building and your mind clouded up with thoughts of Eddie. You came once again, this time squirting all over Eddie and the bed. “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” you rambled on, incapable of thinking of anything else. “I’ve got you, baby, you’ve done so well, my good girl.” He kissed your cheek. “More, daddy,” you said, slumped against him. Totally exhausted and fucked out. “No more sweetheart,” Eddie said and watched as you whined into his shoulder. “It’s okay baby,” he said and kissed the crown of your head as more tears spilled down your cheeks. Eddie realised that he needed to calm you down a bit before he could proceed with his usual aftercare since you were high on about every emotion on the register right now. Totally euphoric, devastated to have it end, and tired out of your mind. “Here baby,” Eddie said and held up two fingers to your mouth. You grabbed his wrist with your hand and took his fingers into your mouth, suckling on them as you calmed down. Eddie smiled at you. “That’s it, sweetheart, calm down for me.” He said, kissing your sweaty forehead. “Then I’m thinking that we’ll go have a bath”

In the bathroom, you whimpered a lot as Eddie temporarily let go of you as he had to fill the tub, but you soon stopped as Eddie brought you into the bath with him. You came back to yourself a little as Eddie rubbed a lathered washcloth across your body. “You there baby?” he asked and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah” you replied. Then you yelped as he brushed the washcloth between your legs, brushing against your still-swollen clit. “Oh shit, sorry baby,” he said. The two of you bathed in silence for a while until Eddie cleared his throat and said. “Is there something that you still wanna talk about?” he tilted your chin up so he could read your expression. “Cos I know the behaviour from you today didn´t just come from horniness, sweetheart.” You felt yourself grow embarrassed at the mention of your behaviour. “You´re right, work was terrible today, and I withheld the crash that I needed., but right now I think I just want to keep being distracted from the thoughts of work.” You said, looking up at him sheepishly. “Then you'll get just that,” Eddie promised. “But sweetheart, the next time that you feel like you need to crash, then please tell me, cause I'll gladly catch you” “I know, I'm sorry for not saying anything, daddy,” you said, burying yourself closer into him. “Don't apologise, just relax in the bath now baby, and then we’ll get to eat that dessert” “Can I go get it?” You asked, to which Eddie chuckled and agreed.

Dessert was eaten and the empty desert bowls were left on your bedside table then you and Eddie snuggled up in bed, you on top of him, wearing his Hellfire club shirt and some panties. You were fast asleep, truly exhausted by the events of the night. Your oral fixation had certainly been coming on strong during the night and you had asked Eddie for his fingers the minute you had curled up and he wasn’t one to deny you anything. So that’s how you ended up asleep with his fingers in your mouth, your grip on his wrist still tight.

The phone rang and he picked it up quickly not to wake you. “Munson?” He said. “Hi, it’s Nancy,” said the voice on the other line. “Hi, how are things? I’m sorry we had to cut dinner so short” Eddie said into the phone as he checked to see if you were asleep enough for him to take his hand back. You weren’t and awoke for a moment, gabbing his wrist a little tighter. “Things are great, it’s no problem you know, something was obviously up and your su..” she caught herself masking it as a cough. “Your girl always comes first” “She does,” he said, smiling down at your sleeping form.“Speaking of...hrm...girls, I assume that you had something to do with the squirming that Robin was up to tonight?” He hesitated as he had said it. Was asking this question overstepping a boundary? Nancy chuckled on the other end of the line. “I absolutely had.” Nancy looked down at the girl, barely asleep beside her. “Let me just tell you, she was a true champ tonight.” Nancy thought about the night that they had and the many, many orgasms that Robin had provided. By the fifth, Robin had more or less begged her to stop but Nancy had only reminded her of her safeword, and then she turned up the setting on the vibrator that was pressed against Robin. She ran her fingers through the hair and down the bare back of the exhausted girl beside her. “I was thinking maybe we should meet up for some ice cream or something tomorrow?” Eddie suggested. “To make up for the lack of dessert” Nancy smiled at the suggestion. “We’d love to!” She said, “Guess we’ll have to invite Steve too?” Eddie chuckled at the memory of Steve’s confused face. “Yeah, of course”

[meetinginsamarra]

Fanfics I Really Liked in July´22

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock(-ish).

“Magnesium” by 7PercentSolution @7-percent​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37147690

The latest fic in the Periodic Tales series (read them all) is logically about magnesium and its role in Sherlock´s life. Also an interesting casefic which gets Sherlock into real trouble.

“Code Z” by  Kryptaria

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1283815

A security breach in a top secret government lab needs BAMFJohn and Sherlock to solve the case. I especially liked how realistic the surroundings, the claustrophobic atmosphere and the military “stuff” is described. The last chapter is actually a Bond XO.

“Beneath the Surface” by JRow @jrow​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33302446

Sherlock reluctantly goes to solve a case in Exeter without John. Luckily their physical distance brings on some intimate revelations via text. Such a sweet way to finally get them get together post S4. Their reactions to their texts, always a bit upping the ante is funny and so credible.

“Back to Day One” by faerywhimsy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1153851

This one hurts pretty much. Unrequited love and pining of Sherlock, trying his best to reconcile with John post hiatus. A painful love triangle between Mary, John and Sherlock is shown via filling in missing scenes in S3. 

“Five Times Sherlock And John Met Cute (And One That Was Decidedly Un-cute)” by PoppyAlexander

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1288150

6 different first meetings. I especially liked the coffee shop AU (chapter2) which is totally hilarious and the punklock AU (chapter5), because punklock. What is interesting about these AUs is that three of them spawned their own series. “Dawn Before the Rest of the World” derived from the butler/gardener AU.”A Study in Punk” derived from the punklock one. The decidedly un-cute meeting in chapter6 spawned the Fightlock series (I love-hate these fics) which remains un-cute as in ending with MCD.

John Watson, CEO by KittenKin @kitten-kin​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34205104

Inspired by a photomanip of CEO John and trophy husband Sherlock, this is a really funny and witty different first meeting and resulting relationship, seen through different characters´ eyes.

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Special feature: The author StarlightAndFireflies @starlight-and-fireflies​

Still actively writing Sherlock fic, they have created 49 so far, a lot of them are AUs which is perfect for me. I love their writing style and how they narrate the stories, always getting John and Sherlock right no matter if they are pirates or writers or in a coffee shop.

Caffeine and Courage - series

https://archiveofourown.org/series/845499

How Novel - series

https://archiveofourown.org/series/934941

Experiments in Alternates - series

https://archiveofourown.org/series/385930

[repressedqueen]

Unexpected part I - IMPULSE 

Paring: SexWorker!Bucky x reader

Word count: ~5,900

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, insecurities, anxiety, alcohol, unexpected fluff

Summary: After a crazy night out celebrating your birthday, somehow you ended up outside a brothel debating on whether it was time for you to finally have sex or not.

A/N: I know the summary seems kind of a mess but please have some faith :D I struggled a lot to decide if I dare to post this, since loss of virginity AND a sex worker don’t usually go together in a story? But it is my favorite work so far and I adore the characters, so I decided to share it. It’s going to be a two part series of a story that started as a quick one shot as per usual, to end up being a special story I became obsessed with, spent countless hours working on and definitely my favorite Bucky EVER. This is so much more than a simple no-plot-just-smut-sexworker-fic (nothing against these of course, I love me some shameless smut), especially in part 2, just be aware.

!DISCLAIMER! This is a product of FICTION only! I ‘ve never been to a brothel, but I am fairly certain they don’t work the way it is described here. This story does not intend to romanticize nor disrespect the profession of a sex worker. I repeat, everything is fiction, not based on reality and it was formed for the sake of entertainment.

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“I can’t believe I let you guys drag me into this” you shook your head as you stared at the red door in front of you.

“Excuse me? Weren’t you the one clapping enthusiastically at my brilliant idea and dragged us out of the club?” Natasha pointed out.

“I was drunk!” you exclaimed.

“You still are.” Wanda giggled, a little tipsy herself.

“Well, I wouldn’t be here if I was sober. You are supposed to take care of my stupid drunk ass” you raised your hands in despair.

“That’s what I’m trying to do y/n! I ‘m helping you solve a problem you’ve been obsessing about for months and months. Plus you are not that drunk anymore.”

“I haven’t been obsessing about it Nat!” you protested, looking at Wanda for back up but all she did was raise her eye brows. “I totally have, haven’t I?” she nodded with sympathetic grin and you let out a heavy sigh.

Truth is, as your birthday wasaround the clock, a great deal of anxiety had built inside you caused by all the things you haven’t done yet in your life. A big one was sex. College was over, all of your friends have been active since high school and there were you, twenty freaking five and still a virgin. It wasn’t exactly a choice; you probably focused on other things, but last year, when it really settled in, you started to panic. Only your best friends knew about this and supported you. Seems though they were sick of listening to the same shit over and over, thus you found yourself at your 25th birthday outside of a brothel.

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[acourtofthought]

Quick question- How do you envision Elain? Artists always draw Elain with straight or wavy hair and make her look sweet and innocent, but to me curly and thick hair with a good looking rich outfit (definitely not pants) is what would get me on my knees. Elain is sweet, but I just cannot stop thinking of bratty Elain (bratty in a good way and not bratty to everyone- just to those she's really comfortable with). I think there are 2 types of Eluciens: 1. Imagines Elain to be all sweet and kind 2. Imagines her to be all bratty and sarcastic- but also kind. I 've read elucien fics of Elain being shy and nice to Lucien, but also fics of Elain being a total brat to him (yk- because of the banter 🤌🏻)

Also..

I imagine Elain in outfits like these 🥰

It’s like you’ve read my mind.  

And by the way, those outfits are INCREDIBLE and so Elain. 

While I am so impressed with every fanart that’s out there, I have to admit.....I find that Elain fanart often doesn’t capture her the way I envision.  Sure she’s nice....but to me, the “sweet girl next door” vibe is not a “face that can bring Kings to their knees”.  Not the kind of face that will make girls jealous of you at 13/14 years old and the kind of looks that people can’t stop mentioning (as all the characters seem to do). 

You’re spot on with thick and curly because Nesta notes her hair to be “curling down to her waist” and Azriel mentions it’s thickness in the Bonus Chapter. 

As far as personality....I think Elain is kind......but I don’t necessarily find her to be “sweet”.  I think she is genuinely good and thoughtful, I think she pays attention to her loved ones and cares for them without limits (like when Cassian notes Elain saw ALL of Nesta, could see through the negative front she put up, and loved her regardless or that she loved her father despite what he did for them in the cottage).  But I think she’s mistaken for being sweet and childlike in her personality.  I understand the confusion because ACOTAR doesn’t paint her in the best light.  But her character has developed in spades since then.  She’s had more humorous one liners than any other female in series, ”I hope they all burn in hell”, “the new Amren is even crankier than the old one”, “it’s for the headaches everyone always gives you.  Since you rub your temples so often.”  And when Azriel gave her a “romantic” Solstice gift the second year, she once again gives him a gag gift that she acknowledges Nesta wouldn’t find as funny as she did.  And all that is when she’s NOT completely comfortable with her surroundings.  That’s the tip of the iceberg when it comes to who she will be when she’s truly thriving and surrounded by people that believe in her.

I don’t necessarily see her as bratty (or at least what bratty is in my mind) but I do see her as sarcastic, witty, surprises you with her clever and amusing responses but done in a way that doesn’t come across as rude or insulting.  I see her as extremely intelligent and mature and her responses and interactions reflect that.  Direct, straight-forward but also knowing when to deliver a well-timed punchline courtesy of a wicked sense of humor.   

I do realize we’ve all got our own interpretations though, this is just how I enjoy imaging Elain in my head! 

Also, thank you so much!!!  This was the first question I’ve received and it was a lot of fun for me!          

[theredconversegirl]

Hi hi, Can you rec me some fics where Sakura dies and Sasuke has to go through it? I saw this prompt once about what would sasuke react if sakura was killed by Gaara when they were Genin. (I kinda wanna feel some angst💔💔)

Hi nonny,

Thank you for stopping by! 💕

This is one of the most requested asks I’ve received lately (and also the most difficult one to answer). 😢 Seriously, I cried a few times re-reading this fics.😭

I have a list for you and it includes mostly one-shots. There will be fics where Sasuke realizes too late how he feels about Sakura, there will be ones where he rages and succumbs to darkness, and others where he mourns the love of his life. I think no warnings are necessary other than the list’s title, right? 

So, grab your kleenex box 🤧 and let’s feel some angst together: 

Sakura dies 🍅🌸

One Life for Another By: soulaire / @soulairee

She looked up into his blank gaze and smiled sadly. 'I always knew fire would be the death of me,' she thought. With that, she closed her eyes, the smile still on her face. [Rated T, complete]

This story tore my heart in tiny little pieces. 😭 It’s so sad but there’s some comfort by the end. But then you remember why he needs comfort and then the mood switches to hurt and sadness again. 🥺

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

sakura dies giving birth to sarada By: @sun-summoning

oh god my heart. 💔

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Gone By: twilightdazzle 

It took all of five minutes for Sakura to fall in love with Sasuke. It took Sasuke years and the pain of death to realize he loved her back. [Rated T, complete]

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Sakura dies in his arms prompt (untitled) By: @roraewrites

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We'll Do Our Best By: DeepPoeticGirl

After nine years, they learned to be okay. Most of the time, anyway. Papa would always miss Mama, and she would too—but they would be okay. They would live on. Happiness wasn't lost. [Rated K+, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Sakura dies in Sasuke’s arms after she protects him By: @ghostofyou2

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Énouement By: ElizaTellsTheStory

Sasuke has always known great loss. It is what has shaped and controlled his entire life. When another great loss touches Sasuke’s life, he struggles to cope without falling into darkness again. [Rated T, complete]

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where love is lost, a ghost is found [Ch 22 of I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine] By: DeepPoeticGirl

Just once, she wanted to hear him say it. Even if he didn’t mean it. [Rated T, complete] 

🌸 what have you done now [Ch 32 of I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine]

He would lose another precious person to death by his own hands. [Rated T, complete]

🍅 this isn’t what I wanted [Ch 35 of I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine]

He broke a promise he’d made to himself ever since the massacre happened. [Rated K+, complete]

🌸 stay here, with us [Ch 55 of I'd Be Yours, If You'd Be Mine]

With prolonged labor came many complications. This wasn’t going to end well. [Rated T, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Okaeri, Sasuke-kun By: purflixoxo 

After giving birth to their children, Sakura died and left Sasuke behind. Sasuke becomes a coldhearted jerk while Sarada becomes a strong oldest daughter for this broken family. This is a story how Sasuke as a single father deals with his new family without love and how Sarada takes care of her siblings without mother figure. "Because you are our father, Dad." [Set after-700.] [Rated T, incomplete]

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Dance for Me, Marionette By: soulaire 

Sasuke feels the Sharingan whirl to life, alarmed, expecting some sort of enemy. His instincts tell him to run, to flee, to get as far away from her as he can. Unnatural, his mind screams at him, inhuman. And it's true. Because she isn't human. No, the girl who used to be his teammate has turned into Sasori's prize possession. She's nothing now. Nothing but a puppet. [Rated T, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

finis noster By: sincerelyLen 

Uchiha Sasuke would offer Haruno Sakura the opportunity to experience what they could have had - he would offer her the mercy of a blissful sleep. [Rated K, complete*]  *Read Part 2 here: How will we end?

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

The Art of Losing By: OdeliaD 

"Sakura." She seemed to be un-phased, as if she had known of his presence all along. The last few drops of essence dripped from the rim of her container before she screwed the cap on tightly, lifting her gaze to meet his. "Sasuke." [Rated M, complete]

Thank you @kjt1124 for sending me the link for this fic! 😘 This is the story I was looking for the other day.

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The Downfall By: A m r a k l o ve 

Her mother passes away one Tuesday evening, as ordinarily as it comes, and her father takes it the hardest of them all. Sakura, his wife, the mother of his children, and the love of his life, now eternally gone. / Married life; Set some years in the future. [Rated K+, complete]

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What Sasuke would do if Gaara had killed Sakura By:  DeepPoeticGirl

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

365 Days By: NineStoicCrayolas / rec by @peachypie97

He has never thought that he'd have to bury anyone he loved ever again. [Rated M, hiatus]

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Abstergo By: Seraphina Scribes  / rec by @kjt1124

He showed her what he knew was her greatest nightmare. To break her mind. To cast her heart from him. To keep her down. To protect her. /Inspired by the events of Chapter 693, in which Sakura breaks out of Sasuke's genjutsu and does the very thing he wanted to make absolutely sure she couldn't - intervene.  [Rated T, complete]

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Fight Inside By: Shiroi Kiba no Kyohi-ka 

Rumors are going around that Sakura has died, so Sasuke allows himself to be spotted in order to confront his former team. What he finds as a result ends up being more than he can handle. A twisted tale of love, tragedy, heartbreak, and hope. [Rated M, complete]

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Arigato By: Anisita1

A great sacrifice by Sakura before the fourth ninja war leaves Sasuke devastated. When there is no longer hatred or rancor in your heart, but only pain, what would you be willing to do to alleviate it? How far would you travel to find it? - A ninja world, however alternate. AU. [Rated M, on going] [Spanish version: Arigato]

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Living For Your Whims By: asteriskjam 

In her last moments, Sakura shows more strength than she had in her lifetime. And for the first time in his, Sasuke doesn't appreciate it. 'Stop it! Stop looking like you're ready to move on! ...Because I'm not.' [Rated T, complete]

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If anyone has other recs for this list, please let me know. Thanks! 🙏 Well, I hope you enjoy this list despite of the incredibly sad theme.🙂

~ Happy Reading & Stay Safe!

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Just Another One

Sequel to: ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’

Corpse Husband x Actress!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Mention of bad past relationships, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They keep proving each other right in the most wrong ways possible. They each want to be guarded even if that means the other will be hurt. Maybe that’s what they want - to hurt one another because they’ve already hurt each other once before.

Requested by the lovely readers who enjoyed the previous fic ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’. Sorry for the large time gap between the posting of the two fics but I still hope you guys will take the time to read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love you all with all my heart, Vy ❤

When you go out of your way to avoid leaving the house your options of entertainment are severely limited and you can’t blame anyone or anything but yourself for it. Today, I wouldn’t have gone out of my apartment even if I was one of those people who frequent the outdoors seeing as how the sky is trying to flood the Earth with all this nonstop rain. It does set a mood for a perfect night in but when you spend all your nights in doing the same thing over and over again, the atmosphere is practically meaningless. And so I ‘ve decided to resort to channel surfing as though I’ll find something interesting on TV that I haven’t yet seen on one of my social media timelines.

I pass several cooking channels on my journey, making a mental note of their individual numbers in case I don’t stumble across anything capable of better distracting me from my boredom and loneliness that’s slowly starting to creep in. I pass by a few movie channels showing teenage romcoms as if to celebrate the start of summer so you can imagine how quickly I moved on from those. Then come the celebrity channels which can often get a laugh out of me because of how pathetic and unbelievably ridiculous they are. And so, I stick around one where there’s a broadcast on a movie showing that’s happening tonight in LA. Oddly enough, despite my anxiety, going to a movie showing has always been on my list of things I’d want to do. This can be considered living vicariously or rubbing salt into the wound that I’ll probably never go because my anxiety and fear of being recognized is too severe. Either way I stick around to watch it.

And man do I regret it now looking at several different angels of a couple of actors entering the venue where they are to be photographed and asked questions by the mob of paparazzi that’s gathered due to the massive event. That in and of itself doesn’t sound - and really isn’t - so bad. However, it’s important to note that the actress in this duo is Y/N. Y/N L/N. My Y/N....shit, sorry, I mean my FRIEND Y/N, her arm linked with whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is who is holding an umbrella above the both of them, shielding them from the downpour of rain that is also taking place in LA apparently.

“The two were seen entering the venue earlier this evening, looking particularly cozy in each other’s presence if I do say so myself. The rain probably worked nicely in their favor.“ The first reporter says, her teasing tone of voice sending chills of anger down my spine as I glare at the screen, hands balled in fists, jaw clenched - all my body’s instinctive reactions to what is being shown to me. I know I technically have no right to behave or feel this way, in fact I should be fucking happy for Y/N and her successful career and the progress in her love life. But damn it how can I?! I was so damn close to kissing this girl! I was so fucking close to falling in another trap, tripping and landing in the embrace of another liar and user, another girl who switches partners more often than shoes. How could I’ve been so reckless to get so close to her even platonically? How did we become close enough for me to 1) show her my face; 2) start inviting her over to my apartment regularly; and how didn’t I notice the kind of messed up person she was all that time.

She was all sweet and flirting and shit a week or so ago and now she’s doing the exact same thing with him! The cameras are capturing them perfectly: every laugh, every exchange of a knowing look or nod, ever smack to his arm when he tells a joke. But what bothers me most is the many times he’s wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. Not just for pictures, but just because the fucker felt like it! And Y/N doesn’t seem to mind it at all. 

“They have been the talk of the town recently, so while they could just be adding fuel to the fire, they could also have been caught by the flame and ‘caught feelings’ as they say. Regardless these two are a view we’d like to see more often.“ The other reporter says and that’s the final straw.

In one swift motion I turn the TV off and throw the remote across the room. It hits the wall and falls to the ground in several pieces, broken by the force of the impact. Just like I am broken by the force of the impact of these news. I don’t know which is worse: the fact that I fell for her and almost let her know it; the fact that she’s just another member of the club I don’t want anywhere near my life; or the fact that I can’t believe it.

Yeah that’s right - one foolish part of me refuses to believe that’s she’d do such a thing. I think that’s the same part which is still in awe of her so you can bet I ignore that part the majority of the time.

She is just another one. Not the one. Having been hurt before doesn’t mean she won’t hurt me or anyone else she’s gonna be with. Hurt people hurt people.

And damn has she hurt me, probably without knowing a damn thing. How selfish can you be, Y/N? How selfish can you really get? And how much am I going to allow you to hurt me?

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“Thank you so much, Andrew. I would’ve died on the spot of anxiety if I was on my own.“ I say to my best friend who is currently sitting next to me on a park bench, in a tux, eating a cheeseburger. I too am still in my gown and am also gorging on a cheeseburger of my own.

“Don’t mention it. Us anxious people need to stick together.“ He bumps his shoulder against mine, stealing a small genuine smile from me, “Plus I couldn’t not come with you. You know how much I like a good rumor.“

I scoff, “Of course you do, but then again there was no need to add to what the media has already made a whole-ass ship out of.” I roll my eyes and take another bite. My appetite hasn’t been in its best condition so I’m only eating this under Andrew’s orders. I have no idea how people can ship us romantically, he’s the definition of an older - and very bossy - brother to me. I wish I could tell each and every single one of those girls who hate me because I’ve ‘stolen their man’ that I’d most likely be their sister in law rather than man snatcher, seeing as how my relationship with Andrew is so sibling-like.

That’s because we’re too alike, no one gets that. People play the ‘opposites attract’ car more often than I consider rational. But  then again when they see a couple like Andrew and I - who are basically the same person in different bodies - they suddenly think we’re super compatible. Trust me, we’re not. And everyone who’s been on set with us will tell you the same.

“What can I say...“ he shrugs, smirking at me, “I like the fun. I bet Becca doesn’t though.“

I can’t help but huff. Andrew is the only one I’ve ever openly expressed my frustrations with Rebecca to. He was super helpful on the subject, seeing as how he can relate - many partners of his have tried to use him, some of which even succeeded. He’s more than qualified to school me on the topic but it turned more into sharing bad experiences. One of which was that instance back at Corpse’s apartment.

“And neither does Corpse I suppose.“ As though he’s read my mind, he pokes the hurt spot, pouring salt in the wound causing me to visibly cringe as though the pain was physical - because it was, I felt it in my chest and in my gut, a sharp stab of guilt and regret. 

Why did I let it come to that? Why did I let us get so close? How did I not think of the consequences?

“I don’t care if he does or doesn’t.“ My hand automatically reaches for the pocket of the jeans I’m not even wearing in search of a cigarette. Not that I’d be able to light one even if I had them on me - Andrew would smack it out of my hand before I could even take a single puff.

He has the audacity to laugh, “You’re such a bad liar, Y/N.”

That’s all he needs to say really - that’s enough to make me feel seen and understood. Though that’s not always a good thing. I often times wish he couldn’t read me so well. Better said: I wish I didn’t let myself be so readable, you know. I’m just glad he’s the one who sees me because if it were anyone else they’d use this vulnerability of mine against me. I’m well aware that it’s a weakness, a really inconvenient one, but damn it I can’t get rid of it. I feel like I’ll be less human if I lose it. Everyone’s allowed to be vulnerable, some just are lucky enough to choose who they’ll be vulnerable around. I’m lucky enough to to have a choice, not so lucky in the people I choose to trust. Guess that’s not a luck thing, it’s just my inability to decipher whether a person is worth all the pain and torture of coming clean to them or not. So far many people have burnt me but two stick out in particular - Becca and Corpse. Corpse especially, which is the odd thing considering he hasn’t even wronged me in any way. At least not yet.

“Your phone’s vibrating.“ Andrew says, pulling me out of my overflowing head when he hands me my phone which I handed to him because of my dress’ lack of pockets.

“Thanks.“ I mutter through a sigh as I take it from him, checking the notification I’ve gotten.

My stomach drops: it’s a message from Corpse.

“Hey I saw you are in LA but we have a stream tomorrow, will you still be participating?“

Before I can reply, he sends me another message.

“I know you’re probably very busy but we get the most viewership on the streams when you’re in them so....“

I’ve probably been staring at my phone screen for longer than I thought since Andrew felt the need to make sure I was still breathing: “Hey, you ok? You look terribly pale.” I can barely hear him let alone reply. I can’t hear my own thoughts to know what to reply to him. “Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

I’m scaring myself too, Andrew. I’m scared too. I’m scared of how broken my picker has become. I almost kissed this guy! I almost entrusted all my thoughts, hopes, wishes and goals to him! What the fuck was I thinking?! Well, at least I know what he was thinking about - viewership. Likes, subs, views, publicity. The more eyes on the stream the better for him and everyone else. I genuinely want to applaud him, no one has been so direct about using me before. I was in a relationship with Becca for almost a year before I accidentally found out what she had been doing the whole time. No one’s ever smacked me in the face with this much honesty. It’s bittersweet really.

I want to laugh, I want to cry, slap myself across the face, slap him...I want to do so much, but all I can do now is sit in silence and think of how I could be so stupid.

He’s just another one, how did I not see that? How do I never see it until it’s too late? Why is one part of me still screaming: ‘He didn’t mean it like that!’

AND WHY THE FUCK DO I WANT TO BELIEVE IT?

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