#pinning so people can see its me! Hi hi hi 💕

[maagsy-art]

Hey it's me Maagspies, this is my new account :)

[rosenclaws]

Hi love, I hope you’re doing well! I’ve been a fan of (stalking but let’s not talk about it) your blog for a little while, but this is the first time I’ve sent in a request for you! Your writing for Leopold is literally the sweetest ever and you’re the only writer I know of that actively writes for him, it’s so dry out here!! I was wondering if I could request something fluffy with Leopold x fem!reader where is like the most tooth-rotting fluff you can think of. I’m talking him trying to court the reader even though it’s the modern day and that’s not really a thing anymore and shes a bit confused but loves it, a super touchy reader that loves to shower Leo with her affection, literally anything. Those are just ideas, feel free to be as creative as you’d like (and don’t be shy if you wanna make it a longer fic, I’ll take what I can get). This fandom (if I can even call it that) is such a barren wasteland for fanfics and you are such an amazing writer for him and just in general!!

Much love 💕

Courting || Leopold Mountbatten x Reader

a/n: Hi!! Okay I kinda took this in a slightly different direction so if its not what you wanted then plz feel free to send in another request (ik they're closed but I will make an exception) ALSO FUCK HES SO HANDSOME IM GONNA SCREAM

wc: 1.2k

warning: reader wears lipstick

The last thing you expected was to find a neatly written letter waiting for you when you got home. Pinned neatly to the door with a small rose attached to it. You recognized Leopold's handwriting immediately, no one else you know has such beautiful penmanship.

There’s a flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you open the letter. You and Leopold have gotten very close to each other. He’s unbelievably charming and so sweet and he’s just everything. The way he looks at you, it makes you feel like the only one in the world.

Hello my love,

I am writing to ask if you would do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner and a show this Friday night. I have found myself completely captured by your beauty, you live in my every thought. Every breath I breathe for you and every beat of my heart calls your name. I wish to court you and have the honor of calling you mine.

Your dearest Leopold

You read the letter once, and then again and again. Your fingers trace each letter. Never have you had anyone say something so precious to you before. The rose smells fresh and sweet, he must have gotten it this morning. You hurry to write him a reply, accepting his offer with great enthusiasm.

Folding the letter you press your lips the corner of the paper leaving a lipstick mark. Leopold lives just down the hall so you walk over. Just as you’re about to slip the letter under the door it swings open.

“Leo!” You squeak out as stand back up, almost knocking your head into his chest.

"Hello darling." He's dressed in casual clothes and my god you need to thank whoever introduced him to sweatpants. Anyways.

"I see you received my letter." You bite your lip as you hand over your letter. His name written as fancy as you can.

"Yeah, it was really sweet Leo." He takes the letter and you swear he blushes a little when he sees the lipstick mark. He stares at you for a while, with that perfect smile and gorgeous eyes.

"I uh, I'll see you Friday." His eyes light up at your words.

"I'll see you Friday my love." He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.

You manage to keep it together as he shuts the door but once you make it back to your apartment you're melting. A giddy feeling you haven't felt in years. You have to wonder how he will attempt to court you in modern day. People don't really court anymore but all you care about is that you have a date with Leopold. Friday couldn't come fast enough.

You had never felt this nervous before. Spending way too long getting ready just to be done an hour early. It's just Leopold, you know Leopold. There's no reason to be nervous but you can't stop the tornado of worry brewing inside of you.

What if something goes wrong? Or the date goes horrible? What if he decides he doesn't like you anymore? What if this ruins your friendship. You shake your head and try to dispel any bad thoughts.

Tonight was going to be great. It has to be. There's a knock at the door and you quickly double check everything before opening it. Any worry still residing in your mind disappears. A beautiful bouquet of flowers is handed to you as Leopold is dressed to the nines. A crisp white shirt and black pants.

"They're beautiful." You say admiring the flowers. Fresh and absolutely gorgeous.

"Not as beautiful as you." Leopold says, barely at a whisper. Like he can't believe that you've even agreed to a date with him. He can't help but admire everything about you. To your smile, your beauty, your laugh, your voice. You're perfect.

You place the flowers in a vase and then the two of you are off. He rests his hand on your back as you walk through the city. His thumb draws circles in your back as you approach the restaurant. He's planned everything himself and he can't help but hope it's enough for you.

Dinner is lovely and the conversation flows without any awkwardness. You're talking to your friend Leopold but you know there's something more as you slowly get closer to each other as the night goes on. Hidden away in the corner booth you are free to get lost in each others eyes. Though you wish you could stay here all night he promised a show. Leopold loved the theater and he promised one day to take you and tonight was the night.

"How did you get such good seats?" You ask as he waits for you to sit before he does.

"I have my ways darling." You're hyper aware of just how close the two of you had gotten at dinner and how close you are now.

The show is interesting yes but Leopold was a very distracting man. Your hands inch closer together. Glancing over at Leopold you find him already looking at you. He waits for your silent approval, not wanting to cross an boundaries. So you take the leap. Intertwining your hands together.

A faint blush on his face and a big smile on yours. His hands are so warm and they fit so perfectly with your hand. When the show ends you reluctantly head back home. You don't want this night to end. Your hands swing together as you gush about the play.

"I had a wonderful night Leopold," You're leaning against your door, wanting so badly to keep the night going. His hair swoops perfectly in front of his forehead and he's got this pretty smile that you can't stop staring at.

"So did I, Thank you for accompanying me tonight." His eyes drift to your lips.

It's adorable seeing just how old school he really is. You know he's from 1876 but still. Modern boys pale in comparison to Leopold.

"You know you don't have to be so nervous Leo, I want to kiss you too." You say boldly.

He chuckles, ducking his head as bites his lip softly. He cups your face gently and you close eyes as he gently captures your lips in a kiss. He's gentle and sweet and you crave more. Still he pulls away much too soon. You pout slightly and he laughs.

"I know I'm much more traditional than you're used to." He traces your lips with his thumb. Admiring every little detail of your face.

"But someone as wonderful as you deserves to be treated with the upmost respect." He kisses your forehead gently.

"You deserve to be loved," Another kiss.

"To be cherished," Another.

"And to be worshiped." Words fail you completely. Leopold has rendered you utterly speechless.

"Did I overstep?" He asks, worried about you silence.

You shake your head. practically jumping into him as you kiss him. Passionately running your hands through his hair. He groans slightly as you tug on his hair. He pushes you against the wall, bracing your head with his hand as he kisses back.

"I'm falling in love with you." He whispers. A hopeful glint in his eyes.

"I'm already in love with you." You admit.

You become lost in his lips as he kisses you again. He just can't get enough. You blindly reach for the door handle and without argument pull him inside of your apartment.

Soft kisses and laughter are shared quietly between the two of you. Time ticks by but you have lost all sense of care in the world. All that matters to you is this moment. Your fairytale come to life. And it was just perfect.

[marcmorrigan]

finally delivering on the princess tutu headshots i promised... love these dysfunctional teens 🩰💖💕

LOTS of notes about headcanons/design choices under the cut! like. a lot. dont say i didnt warn you

starting with my specialest guy fakir:

i had a suuuper clear vision for fakir, and i couldnt be happier with how he turned out, he looks exactly how i imagine him! trying to translate his Bird-Shaped Hair into my style gave me SERIOUS homestuck flashbacks. my affinity for knights with Problems knows no bounds...

adding the hyperpigmentation around his eyes and his acne scars is what really solidified this for me-- i put those in and was like oh!!! there you are!!! my boy!!! and you can tell because i gave him acne scars + thick eyebrows that he IS my boy... there are very clear trends among my headcanons for my faves lol. big noses, thick eyebrows, skin imperfections, heavy eyebags, long dark hair... and fakir truly has it all 😤 he is so Ideal Character Design to me

i think fakir is actually pretty self-conscious about his appearance tho! we see characters like pike and lilie say hes handsome to ahiru, but i dont know how often he actually hears that? and im sure its hard not to compare himself to mytho, who is straight out of a fairy tale; being a regular teenager dealing with regular teen body stuff is hard enough without your roommate being a magically beautiful eternally youthful storybook hero. i think he probably internalises more that people see him as scary and angry, and that the girls who do have crushes on him always frame it in contrast to mytho, who is Good and Kind and Handsome, implying (or sometimes outright stating!) that fakir is Bad and Mean and... Well...

fakir is very sensitive but quiet about it, so i think its a very private point of self-consciousness. i think he puts a lot of semi-secret effort into his appearance; canonically he has a lot of very funny and clearly customised clothing, and he chooses to keep his hair long and in a very particular style (i have a whole breakdown in my mind of how he achieves that style and it involves a surprising amount of pins and an unsurprising fuckton of teasing. i think his hair is a little fried from heat damage!), and i think that probably extends to other things, too, like manicuring his eyebrows and doing a lot of very Teenage Skincare that doesnt actually help his acne much lol. i think he probably has a lot of self-injurious habits and BFRBs like skin picking and chewing, mostly at his acne and around his nails (both of which he hates, because he knows he shouldnt but does it anyway). i think if he does it enough that theres noticeable evidence it feels, like, world-ending for him, ESPECIALLY if anyone asks what happened lol. do not perceive him except in the very specific ways and contexts he approves of THANKS

on to the narratives favorite princess, mytho:

again, i had a pretty clear idea of the vibe i wanted mytho to have going into this-- i want him to have, like, extreme prince charming vibes, very Classically Handsome without necessarily being 'conventional.' i thought a lot about 'the happy prince' story while i was working on this, and really wanted him to look like a cross between how the prince statue looks in my head and a porcelain doll. and also a cross between jonny brown and brigitte bardot? lots of very direct influences for him lol. so! lots of gold tones, gemmy eye color, cute little tooth gap, quivering wide-eyed thousand-yard-stare doe eyes and big ol dolly anime lashes, which were the very last thing i added because i was NERVOUS about pulling those off lol. they turned out cute tho! ive only done a handful of pieces for this series and i can already tell princess tutu is gonna make me up my lash drawing game considerably, these kids all look like they blink and cause a hurricane from the gale force wind of their falsies

also wait i lied the very last thing i did was add his freckles/beauty marks because he needed that little extra oomph and those were It. i think he probably has some on his hands/wrists too 💕

i was a little unsure if my idea for his hair would translate with this flat-color approach but im pretty happy with it! its supposed to be afrotextured hair (somewhere between 3b and 4c i think? wide range of potential i knowww but im still kind of hammering out my headcanons okay, this is exploratory lol) thats been rolled and finger-styled into his little feather shapes. i think loose, chunky twists would be another fun way to interpret his hair and twists are one of my fave styles to draw do i might draw him like that at some point too...

i guess fakir is the one who styles his hair for him before mytho gets his heart back? i imagine fakir is pretty meticulous about maintaining mythos health and appearance, even at the worst stages of their relationship. i think itd be hard for fakir to frame the way he treats mytho as For Mythos Sake if he wasnt doing some level of actually beneficial care for him, so being really fastidious about things like mythos diet and sleep hygiene and hair care and such gives fakir an outlet for his 'you just have to do what i tell you' thing that helps him convince himself it really is helping, no really, hes doing this for mythos benefit and he just has to be strict with him because mytho doesnt UNDERSTAND he needs PROTECTING and fakir is the ONLY ONE who can do it so mytho HAS to let him because if he doesnt then why does fakir even EXIST, if he cant manage this then what is he good for, and--

yknow. the usual complexes. and their relationship is so complex!!! but also so simple, but like. in a good way. fakirs behavior is complicated but his motivation regarding mytho is SO straightforward which makes that downward spiral into harm really easy to map out... i wont go much into that in this post since this is about visual/appearance-related headcanons but just. augh. i love this show and i love these characters!!! and i hope its apparent in my work that i do love them so <3

im hoping to do a set of these for the girls next!!! i have some other stuff to finish first but hopefully... Soon... Some Birds...

[vidavalor]

Hi! Sorry if you'd already made a post about this but, what are "all the fine details in the story" that hint to Azi and Crowley already being together before The Kiss? Why think they're "very long-time lovers" before Crowley's confession? I honestly don't think Azi would've reacted SO dramatically to the kiss if it really wasn't their first (I read it as "I can't believe you used this precious humanly kiss to make me stay! God it feels good but i reject the temptation: I forgive you"). Thanks.

Hi there. 💕 Thanks for the ask & welcome! Come on in. I give out snacks to visitors so there are chips and guacamole tonight, should ye be hungry. I've written a bit about these topics and would be happy to steer you to those posts.

Since you're asking about the kiss specifically, I would recommend this post. There is also this one on the theory about how Crowley's talk of The Vavoom in S2 was recounting their first kiss to Aziraphale and when the show might be suggesting that took place. I'd also recommend this short post about how Good Omens uses non-linear storytelling and why it suggests that 2.06 was very unlikely to be the first kiss.

If you would like more about them as long-time lovers, I'd recommend starting with Crepes, as I wrote it to be an introduction to the idea. It uses the 2008 minisode in 1.01 to get into Crowley and Aziraphale's euphemistic coded speech and the story that seeing that opens up. If you find yourself going all ohhhh after Crepes (and I'm flattered to say that more than a few people have told me that they did) and you want more about what the show is saying about their history together, you should read Fish. That is a deep dive into what the show is saying about them as lovers dating back to ancient Rome. You can actually read Fish first but it probably makes a little more sense after Crepes. The rest can be read in any order, should you be interested, and most are shorter. There's a pinned post on my blog that I'm a couple of months behind on updating but there's plenty in there already to get us through to S3. 😊

I'm also partial to my recent post about S2 being Aziraphale's mental health crisis leading to his fall, The Devil Takes the Hindmost. It might give you a different perspective on The Final 15. Finally, I'd also say to keep an eye out for a post soon on the one big thing I haven't really yet come at-- kiss scene itself-- that just might change your mind. 😉

For now, here's Aziraphale miming a kiss at Crowley like you do with your partner earlier in S2 in a scene the show buried with a fast cut to Crowley in one of its most fun bits of sleight of hand.

Good Omens is no stranger to the art of prestidigitation. 😉

[pocket-lin]

Hey!! 💕 for the fandom ask game, 5, 9 and 20? 🤩

hi!!! thank you for sending me this ask!! once again apologizing if the format for this is all janky, assume I have no clue what I'm doing 80-90% of the time!! also I found out so many of these writer's have tumblrs that I wasn't following so that was exciting!!

please note: this is all about the harry potter fandom so if you don't follow me for that, please look at my pinned post!! tldr is fuck jk and fuck terfs, I won't let her steal our joy!!

5. something I see a lot in fics and love

hmmmm... this is hard to narrow down!! so here's a few things I've been enjoying in hp fics I've read lately!

harry potter who is just so fucking earnestly in love. like, he's tripping over his feet so he can hold the door open for draco and looking at him with big heart eyes from across the pub. harry's got draco's order memorized from that takeout place he loves and he's been pining for draco for years in such an embarrassing way and all his friends are rolling their eyes and placing bets on when harry will finally make a fucking move.

adult ron weasley taking after his mother!! he makes delicious food and makes people scarves and shows his love through his actions!!

draco being absolutely rocked when he finds out that harry is queer! especially when harry is confident and completely unashamed of his sexuality. also throat goat harry

magic being tangible in some way!! like, a strong spell giving off the smell of ozone, being able to feel it in someone's hands, everyone's magic having a unique vibe.

harry as the ultimate dad. like, that dude 100% has so many complicated feelings about family and his kid(s) would be everything to him.

9. a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

I've been dipping into alllll kinds of ships lately. I love to just go look at individual ship tags on a03 and read the stuff with the highest kudos and then some of the most recent fics. I think you gotta do both to understand the ship!! here's some I've been vibing with lately (also realizing how many of these are drarry+someone else hahaha)

harry/draco is my otp BUT harry/ron and harry/ron/hermione are tied for second. that's harry's family!! they were his first friends and the first people to show him love and they literally went through war together. they know each other!! two favorite harry/ron fics of mine are Sun Kissed by @static-abyss and A tangled mess by @orange-peony! two harry/ron/hermione favorites are nineteen years later by wendydarlings and try to fix you by @maesterchill!

snarry - I was sooooo not into this in my early fandom days because so much of the ship stuff I saw was underage teacher/student stuff and that's very much not my thing. the first dip into this ship was actually through @writcraft's harry/draco/severus fic, A Life Worth Remembering, which is almost a complete subversion: Severus gets de-aged to 25 through a potions accident and has to stay with draco and harry, who are middle-aged and in an established relationship. its a gigantic change for everyone involved and the way their all find their way to each other is sooooooo good. from there I read all their snarry stuff. one of their other snarry fics I love is How We Were Warriors. I've actually been back into this ship the past few weeks and have loved On the Deficiencies of Translation Spells and old fires and phantom limbs by @liladiurne, as well as A Turn of the Page and Severus’s Story (or, A Hero’s Tale) by avioleta!

neville/harry and harry/draco/neville - I think about @kittycargo's Love to Give soooooo often. also absolutely love When it Returns by @academicdisasterfic and Touch Your Lips Just So I Know by @saxamophone!!

harry/draco/charlie - everyone go read Licurici by @lou-isfake and tell me you aren't a changed man!!!

ron/draco/harry. I can't even begin to talk about this one because we'd be here for a million years!!

20. your very first fandom!

I started doing irl fandom things for harry potter with my mom and sister when I was a little baby (I learned to read with the harry potter books!!) but my first solo (and almost exclusively online) fandom was the the teen titans!! I was obsessed with the marv wolfman and george perez comics from the 80s and completely lost my shit when they announced the teen titans animated series. that show cancellation still hurts 😭

[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot - Part 47

Cillian Murphy x OC

Series Master list: Part 1 (2014), Part 2 (2015)

I’ve to start this part by saying I’m surprised how this chapter got written by itself-and no, I’m not talking about AI-, what I mean is I had the idea súper clear from the beginning, the dialogue flew or slipped out of my fingers as I typed like a maniac 🤭 and I know it’s because of how much I love this story and all the journey I as a writer have been with them, the ups and downs, the turns… I cried and laughed so much and it fills my heart in a way that anything else can’t.

To the families/people going through adoption, I hope you get those papers, from the bottom of my heart. Last but not least, @forbidden-forest-witch thank YOU for the niece inspiration 🥰💕

Word count: 3,368

⚠️ Extra fluff

Cillian flopped on the couch with a groan, after loading the car to its maximum capacity with all the things Yael bought for their visit to the orphanage. Scout jumped next to him exhausted from following them inside and outside.

“What are you doing?” His wife called from the kitchen, getting closer she decided to join them on the couch, by sitting on Cillian’s lap.

“Taking a break.” He chuckled and her whole world lit.

“Lee-Anne sent me money to buy a few snacks for the children and Jenna bought them boxes of orange and apple juice.” Yael explained running her fingers through his locks. “God, I’m going to miss these.”

Cillian closed his eyes, giving into the relaxing feeling her fingers were providing him.

“They did? That’s very, very thoughtful.” He opened one of his eyes a little, if she continued doing that he’d be sleeping in less than five minutes.

“Yes, and your sisters donated loads of new toys, can you believe they still have the tags attached?” Her eyes sparkled in excitement.

“Mhmm.”

“You’re not even listening to me.” Yael half complained attempting to get up, but Cillian’s arms wrapped around her waist firmly to stop her.

“‘Course I’m.” He rubbed his nose against the crook of her neck, taking in her fragrance.

“Oh there it is… the Tommy Shelby voice.” Yael leaned back to look at her husband, he had a gushing expression as he cupped her face.

“No it’s not.” Cillian debated.

“ I can totally see it, don’t try to hide it.”

She saw him tilting his head and doing his signature pout.

“Staaaawp.” She giggled, the more she looked at him, the more evident it was.

In a fluent motion, Cillian pinned her beneath his body.

“And now you’re going to tell me you don’t like it?” Cillian raised his eyebrow.

Yael bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling. “Actually… I love it.”

“I’m sure those kids will be so happy with all the things you bought for them.” Cillian admitted leaning down and kissing all over her jaw.

“Don’t you think it’s too much?” Yael asked tentatively, doubting for an instance.

Cillian’s hands cupped her face gently. “Not at all,” he held his weight above her and went back for another kiss, “why do I have a feeling that this isn’t the first time you’re getting involved in a project like this?” A soft smile spread on his lips and his blue orbs were shining just like hers.

“I feel like this is my call, you know? Just like when I chose to study photography…”

A tender smile grew on his lips while he ran his hand up and down her thigh.

“You know I support you fully on this, right?”

Instead of answering her husband with words, Yael choose to give him kiss after kiss, a small peck on the corner of his lips, smooches sounds filled the living room, Cillian felt Yael smiling and his hand cupped her cheek as she moved back. She’d be forever grateful for having him by her side not only during the difficult times, but also to see the growing in different aspects of their lives.

She ran her hands over his shoulders, feeling his biceps. A content sigh slipped from her lips.

“I’m really excited about this.”

Cillian smiled widely at her happiness, it was literally oozing from every pore reflecting beautifully in her eyes and features.

“There’s so much to do, these kids they don’t have someone who looks out for them, wh-what if they need shoes? Or glasses to see? A doctor if they get sick?”

Cillian was mesmerized by the passion in her voice, she was so humble and genuine, so it wasn’t really a surprise to see how her engagement was enveloping him as well.

“We’ve plenty of time to see what else they might need at the orphanage, we should get going though.” He gave her then a playful slap on her bum. “So you’re not going to spend our budget on spa days and shopping huh?”

“Nope, I’m going to buy loads of things for the orphanages.” Yael accepted the coat Cillian was holding for her and after letting Scout know they’d be later, she linked her arm with his.

“More than one?” Cillian added a dramatic look but didn’t hide the grin that turned the corner of his lips upwards. “Are you sure you don’t want a spa day? I’m sure it’s cheaper.”

Yael laughed feeling her cheeks burning. “Don’t worry I’m planning on doing a professional photo shoot in a few weeks to raise funds.”

As Cillian drove, he placed his hand on her thigh. “How so?”

“People like accountants, nurses, anyone basically will have the chance to get their picture taken professionally to use it for their resume it’s a quick session I’m thinking twenty-thirty minutes, one after another and then sending the digital images so they can upload their resume or web page. So from the price I’ll only take the money to rent the office and the rest I’ll donate it equally to two or three orphanages.”

“I love this and I love you. This speaks volumes about you and your heart.” He felt more than proud of the way Yael decided to turn things around. Instead of becoming anger and resentful for not being able to have children biologically or the slow process she was looking for a way to help.

*

“We’re touched by your generosity Mr. and Mrs. Murphy.” The responsible of the orphanage thanked them as they finished unloading the truck of their vehicle.

“We’ve family and friends involved in this, although they couldn’t join us unfortunately.” Yael explained.

“That’s lovely, having the community support and share a little bit of what they have with the children has a huge impact.” She motioned them to join the children in the patio of the house, volunteers helped them organize the children in a line. “Kids, we’ve visitors today, Mr. and Mrs. Murphy and I heard they brought snacks over!”

A loud round of cheering took them by surprise, bringing Yael to the edge of tearing at the happy smiles they got in response after a loud thank you the kids shouted in chorus.

“Do you like it Shioban?” Yael crouched down at the little girl’s height as she handed her a stuffed animal.

“I love it! Thanks!”

Ages varied just as personalities, it was a shock at first to be surrounded by so many kids, but they all were so well behaved, listened carefully to the instructions and remained in silence when an adult was talking, sharing excited glances at the boy or girl standing next to them.

Yael and Cillian explained they brought over books to read, a few chairs, toys and game boards they would be giving the responsible of the place to take to the reading room they had, they also brought a few first aid kit, plastic glasses and some clothes. The happiness in the children’s faces hit them deep, touching every fiber of their bodies.

“That was the last one,��� Cillian sighed surprised by all the energy he felt the kids had been taking from him, they were so demanding, asking loads of questions, shouting over to get whatever they had in their hands.

“Shall we give them their snacks? That should keep them busy for a while.” Suggested the orphanage’s director.

Cillian nodded touching the head of a girl who was already in line. “How about you go and take your place at the table sweetie? I’ll bring your lunch in a minute.”

The girl nodded and stormed to take her place.

Later on when they left the orphanage, Yael felt something else, it was a bittersweet feeling. For leaving so soon and for thinking that she wasn’t doing enough.

Before they left, Cillian was gifted with a couple of drawings and Yael had a few colorful bracelets made by the girls. They both promised they’d go back soon and invite their family and friends.

“Did you see that little boy, Jax playing with the ball we gave him?” Yael beamed once in the car, touched by the memory of the kid running to give her a hug and then storm to play.

Cillian kissed her temple, still fighting the lump in his throat after such emotional moment at the orphanage they visited.

Learning the background stories of some of the children left them heartbroken as it was very mixed, some had been taken away due to violence or their parents passing away, others were left because they couldn’t cover the kid’s expenses. But either way it was hard to digest.

“If I could, I’d adopt them all.” Yael admitted, her voice sounded shaky.

“I know you would, love.” Cillian gave her hand a firm squeeze. “Now how about we grab a coffee before your photoshoot?”

Adjusting on her seat, Yael nodded and leant onto his shoulder as her husband drove. His comfort and support meant to her a lot more than words could express.

****

Sometimes her photo sessions got longer than expected, so Yael arrived home past seven o’clock. Tired but pleased by the way the photos turned out.

Noticing a vehicle in her driveway, she stepped inside greeted by Scout and the loud tap of his tail, wiggling from side to side. Kissing the top of his head, she caressed the muzzle gently noticing the voices coming from the kitchen.

“Hey Orla, hello Sienna!” Yael greeted them going for a quick peck on the lips from her husband. “What’s the matter?”

She focused on her niece’s puffy eyes.

“Someone thought it was a funny idea to stick gum on Sienna’s hair, we had to cut it to get rid of it… I tried ice, well everything.” Orla shared with a sad expression.

“What’s the problem with these children?! Are you alright baby girl?” She went to give the girl a hug.

“She wanted to see you.” Orla smiled.

“Oh! Yes of course do you wanna have dinner?” Yael looked at her husband they didn’t know yet what they’d do but she was sure they’d figure something out.

“I wish, but I can’t… there’s a phone call I need to take with other parents.”

“Mama can I stay here?” Sienna asked.

“No darling, they’re probably busy-”

Yael looked at Cillian and he knew immediately what she was about to suggest.

“She can stay tonight, if you want of course.”

Orla had been on the edge all day, emotions right at the surface so having someone taking over mommy duty for one night sounded wonderful.

“Pleaseeeee.” Sienna asked with big puppy eyes.

“Are you sure this is alright?” She looked at her brother, finding a nod as answer. “Fine, but be a good girl, okay?”

“Okay!” Sienna clapped excitedly and jumped from the kitchen island to tackle Scout.

“We can drive her tomorrow morning.” Yael offered with a genuine smile.

Orla was still torn, but relieved at the same time. “Do you need anything?”

“Please just go, don’t be noisy.” Cillian waved at her, making Yael giggle.

“Grand, I’ll see you tomorrow kiddo.” Orla kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “Enjoy the sleepover.”

“We can watch a movie, would you like that?” Yael felt a rush of love spread through her body as her niece gave a little jump. “Help me find the popcorn first.”

“Tell me what’s going on… Orla? What’s the problem?”

His sister looked down, he knew her so damn well.

“I’m pregnant and we didn’t even planned for it.” She confessed worriedly.

Cillian’s features softened and hugged his sister. “Congratulations! But why are you acting like this?”

Orla let out a low sob, she was so emotional. “Because you guys have trouble starting a family and it kind of feels wrong.”

“Hey non of that, I’m so happy for you and you should enjoy it as well, it’s a wonderful news!”

“But I’m worried about Yael I don’t want to make her feel bad like I’m rubbing it in her face.”

“Stop worrying about that, yes we wish it was us every time we hear about a baby, but it doesn’t mean she won’t be happy for you.” He kissed his sister on the cheek. “Now take a deep breath and text me when you get home, love you.”

“Thank you, for everything.” She wiped her eyes and shouted goodbye to her daughter and sister in law.

Of course it was a bittersweet sweet feeling for both of them, but they were stronger than this and there was no chance to take it personally.

“Did you pick a movie yet?” Yael asked as she joined her niece in the TV room upstairs, already changed into a decent pajama top and bottom because she regularly wore Cillian’s clothes to sleep.

Placing the tray of snacks in the middle, Sienna had a look of surprise.

“I love your braid!” Sienna beamed pointing at her aunt’s hairstyle.

“Thanks, if I don’t braid it the following morning it will be a mess.” She chuckled. “Do you want me to braid yours?”

“Yes! Please.”

After a few minutes she came back from the master bedroom with a box full of hair ties, a comb and a brush, finding Cillian eating the popcorn.

“I hope you’re leaving some for us, mister.” Scout gave her a guilty look.

Cillian extended his hand to offer her a popcorn. One.

“Really?”

“I was showing you the one I’m eating.” He shoved it into his mouth and handed his wife the bowl with the rest with a smirk.

Internally melting at the sight of Yael brushing his niece’s hair. He simply knew she’d be the greatest mother one day.

Cillian was in awe at her abilities to move her hands as she braided Sienna’s hair, but at the same time he could see how careful she was.

“Okay drums roll please…” Yael handed Sienna a mirror so she could check herself and how the braids turned out. “It’s harder to make it to someone else ‘cause I need to think how to do in the opposite direction.”

“I don’t know how you do it.” He got comfortable at his wife’s lap now that she was free, resting his head on her thighs.

“I love it auntie!” Sienna expressed and Yael felt like her heart could explode.

So the three of them plus Scout snuggled closer to enjoy the rest of the film.

By the time the film was done, Sienna was sound asleep so quietly they got the remaining of their food downstairs. Cillian gave his wife a long look.

“Did she talk to you about the gum?”

“Yeah… guess it was harder than she showed, but luckily the piece of hair Orla cut can hide, she’s a fantastic kid I don’t understand why that girl is determined to bother Sienna.” She added while cleaning the top of the kitchen island. “I feel so bad for her, this human stupidity is getting out of hand.”

Cillian sighed, hands on his hips. “Hopefully the principal will take actions against that bully.”

“I know violence is not the way, but I swear some people need to see red from time to time.”

He couldn’t have said that better. “Let’s go upstairs now, we’ll clean that tomorrow.” He added grabbing his wife by the hips to guide her out of the kitchen.

Minutes later they went back into their TV room, and turning off the lights, Cillian and Yael went to lay down next to their niece and Scout. Whispering goodnight to each other, Yael snuggled into the crook of his neck, feeling his hands running up and down her back.

They both loved to feel that they were a safe place to Sienna, looking forward to be there for her as much as they could so in a near future when the teen age started their bond would be closer and stronger.

The following morning after having breakfast, Orla picked up Sienna from her brother’s house and Yael went to the suburbs for a photoshoot, her heart had been pounding from the first minute she let the couple who requested her photography services for their special occasion.

They had a gorgeous scenery, they oozed happiness and love for each other, but the reason behind their photoshoot it’s what touched Yael’s heart.

It was hard but not impossible to think this was a huge coincidence and she spent most of the session wiping her eyes. They were a lovely couple and the photos flew so easily. She was planning on edit those first thing once she got home to print and send the digital copies as soon as possible.

That’s why when Cillian offered to pick her up when the photoshoot was over, she agreed immediately, excited to see him.

“Wow, it’s safe to assume they didn’t give you loads of trouble with the poses?” He leaned in for a quick peck after seeing her big smile.

“You’re not going to believe this, but you can have a sneak peek.” Yael clicked a few times on her camera, scrolling through the images, stopping in one of her favorites.

“Can’t believe this.” His hand flew to his forehead in surprise and looked at his wife.

“I know! Thought the same, they’ve been in the process for a while, and the first time they picked a family at the last minute the biological parents called of the adoption papers and they were left with a broken heart. However… they tried again and this time they chose a little boy he’s seven-years old and they fell in love with him, like love at first sight.”

Without realizing Cillian’s hand was caressing Yael’s shoulders, touched by the story behind the photographs.

“They finally got green light from the judge to finalize the adoption and they’re heading to court next week to sign the papers. But they kept it very low key, she told me a lot of people tried to convince her this was a wrong idea.”

Sighing, Cillian thought about it for a second. “It’s always for the best to keep important things to yourself. Sadly people ruin plans if you share them beforehand.”

Yael wrapped her arms around his torso as they walked towards his car parked at the other side of the park.

“There are so many kids looking for a family… and parent looking for a kid.” Emotions taking over her. “But I also think…”

“Whot?”

The look she gave him sent chills all over his body. But in a good way.

“These kind of matches is just like love you know? There’s an instant connection.”

Brushing away a loose lock, he kissed the top of her head.

“Amen.”

Yael giggled, little by little she was getting more comfortable with the process, knowing that it was meant to be.

As they reached the car, his phone started ringing. When Cillian took a look at the screen his heart rate went up rapidly.

“It’s the social worker.”

Yael had an adrenaline rush. “Go! Answer it.”

As she helped him put it in speaker, her hands started shaking.

“Hello? Mr. Murphy?”

“Ya.”

“Just calling to let you know the home study has been approved,” the woman stated and they could t believe what they just heard, …”you can continue now with the interview process and-”

“Goodness! Is this real?”

“Yes Mrs. Murphy, my secretary will give you a call to tell you the date for the individual and joint interview.”

Their minds couldn’t process the rest of the phone call, everything was blurry.

Was that really happening?

“I’m sorry can you make sure it’s-” Yael’s hand flew to her mouth, her hands were shaking!

“The home study has been approved for Mr. and Mrs. Murphy…” she read part of the letter. “I’ll make sure to send the official papers to your house tomorrow morning.”

Thanking her and hanging up the phone, Cillian pulled Yael for a tight hug, not finding the right words to say, but feeling extremely blessed and relieved. This was a huge step in the process, so now they could focus on keeping their hopes high.

**

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[freelancearsonist]

Hi Clarke could I have "if you called just to get off I'm hanging up." With my wonderful flyboy Poe Dameron please.

absolutely! i hope you enjoy 💕

warnings: afab!reader, long distance relationship, pinning galore, maybe a little angst if you squint, basically just straight up smutty and sexy poe

It’s hard to make a relationship like this work, because Poe is only home a couple days a week and even then he’s hard at work trying to get the galaxy back on its feet in the wake of the Empire.

You don’t blame him at all—you think the work he does is incredible, and there isn’t anyone else better for the job.

But it’s hard. Especially on days like today, when all you want is to curl up in his arms, to feel his warmth and reassurance. You can’t, because he’s on the other side of the galaxy helping people who need it. It makes you feel guilty, wanting so much of his attention when there are so many people who need him more.

You can’t help taking pride in the fact that you’re the one he comes home to, though. You’re the one he calls every night just to hear the sound of your voice.

He rings your commlink right on time, just as you’re getting ready for bed. For some reason, you make an effort to fluff your hair and arrange yourself on the bed in the most alluring fashion possible before answering.

He’s certainly a vision when his hologram pops up out of the small receiver. Hair ruffled, collar open to show just a peek of the shiny metal chain resting against his chest. There’s a slight red flush to the bronze of his skin, a familiar sign that he’s just settling down for the night.

“Poe,” you greet him with a smile. “How was your day?”

“Lot better now that I get to see you, sweetheart.” His tone is slightly deeper than usual—you watch with rapt attention as he sets his commlink on his desk and leans back in his chair. His eyes are dark, and you can see clearly the way they trail slowly down and back up your figure.

“What’re you looking at?” You ask with a laugh in your tone. It’s been so long since you felt his hands on your body, his lips on yours. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss it. You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t basking in the way he was practically devouring you with his eyes.

“Just taking in my beautiful, sexy partner,” he says with a salacious grin. “You look so good, baby.”

His hands move down to his thighs, unconsciously tracing up and down in the way you normally would touch him at this point, and you’re suddenly aware of what this is going to become.

“If you called just to get off I'm hanging up,” you tell him, but there’s no menace in your voice. It’s completely teasing, and it brings a smile to his face.

“You’re right. Where are my manners? How was your day, honey?”

“It was good,” you tell him, pulling your top off as you speak—and then you smirk. “A lot better now that I get to see you.”

“Oh, now who’s using who?” He teases with nothing but admiration in his voice. You’ve never seen his eyes so dark before as he takes in the swell of your breasts and the way your nipples harden just from his gaze. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Wish you were here.” There’s just a hint of whine to your voice that you can’t conceal as your hands trail to tease yourself for his viewing pleasure.

It’s exactly what he needs, though, because a looses a throaty groan and tears his own shirt over his head. “Fuck, honey, I wish I was too. Miss you so much.”

“Miss you too.”

He bites his lip and leans closer, eager to soak in every last little detail of your visage.

“Maker,” he breathes. “So beautiful. Wish I could touch you right now. Feel you, make you feel good.”

“Can I touch myself? Please?” You haven’t felt this needy in ages, and you can’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it.

“Yeah, baby,” he groans as he palms himself over his pants. “Please honey, please show me how you make yourself feel good.”

You don’t waste another second before wiggling out of your bottoms and spreading your legs wide so he can see every movement you make as your fingertips start circling your clit.

He swears lowly as he watches, knuckles going nearly white as he palms himself and tries to keep from losing his head.

It’s hard though, especially as he watches you push a finger into your dripping heat. He moans with you, as if he can feel it himself.

There’s no more waiting, no more restraining. He pushes his pants down rapidly and gives his cock a long, slow stroke, nearly trembling from the relief.

“Oh god,” you moan, trembling as you match the brutal pace he sets on himself.

He lets out a noise that’s close to animalistic as you add another finger to your efforts, trying your best to stretch yourself as much as he would. “Can’t wait to be inside you again. Can’t wait to feel that warm little cunt squeezing my cock, begging me to fill it.”

It’s not long before you’re shaking apart around your fingers, legs trembling to the rhythm of Poe’s moans as he works himself through his own release.

“Fuck.” It’s more of a panted moan than an actual statement, but you know what he’s trying to say.

With a smile, you sit up and pull your commlink closer to get a better look at him. “Come home soon, flyboy.”

[miifu666]

Hi I was wondering do you have any other social media we can follow you on ? Like Instagram for an example?

Also I was wondering do you do commissions? If you do would it be ok if I see your price list ? I’ll love to commission in the future (the way you draw wukong and destiny one is just yess!! And omg yandere monkey king from lmk was amazing!! The way he was hidden in the mist while showing off his chompers like omg please I need more !! 💴)

Also love your oc ; Suklha ! Love their design and the lore behind them is just yesssss 👏 🧎‍♀️💗

Hello helloo!!! 🥹

I do have a few social medias where you can follow mee! Based on my most active!

- Twitter : Miifu_666

- Instagram : Sprixvy66

- Ko-fi : miifu666

Currently dont have a bluesky as im too lazy to create a new art acc dhdhhdj sorry! Ill be sure to add it if i do!

About the Commissions! Yes i do! I usually open the Chibi because its easier for me to do, considering my hectic college life. But im also open to Custom comms! The commission status on my pinned page is constantly updated, be sure to look out if you wanna comm me! Also contact me through Twitter dms if you can! Im active there besides tumblr jdhdjd.

My Commission Pricelist!!

(Omg thank you for the compliments i dunno what to say, i have NEVER drawn any monkeys before. Destined one was a FIRST for me 😭😭🙏🙏 sorry for being my patient 0 bby, also yandere Wukong is kinda... rawrr ✊️)

And thank you so much for liking Suklha!! Im not used to sharing my ocs and thoughts to people, so that means a lot!! Along with others comments, likes and reblogs 🫶🫶🫶🫶😭😭😭💕💕💕 ARGHHGH THANK YOU SMM I SWEAR IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE YALL LIKE ITT.

Thank u anon, ur words made my dayy🫶🫶🫶🎀🎀

[malikselfindulgence]

for the oc x canon ask game !!!

(SORRY ITS SO MUCH SNSJSJSH)

durianshipping:

[🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?]

[👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?]

grapefruitshipping:

[🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?]

[🦅: How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn?]

[💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?]

- @miffysrambles 🩷🐰

HIIIIOH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH ..... RANTING AHEAD imvery normal as you can See . This is literally SO SO long I'm so sorry oh my god

[🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?]

Oh jesus christ Morshid actually has a whole crisis about this . Morshid thinks ONCE Wukong's laugh sounds nice and he literally can't look Wukong in the eye for the next week . He doesn't handle it Whatsoever . I think w Sun Wukong it's a sort of quiet acceptance . Mourning what they could've had had they met earlier or had they been different people . Doyou get me . They're too jaded for this to work out now but something in him still wants to try anyways . Fear of losing the dynamic they've built up already by these new feelings but being unable to quiet them enough to keep this fighting and hatred up . GUYS .

[👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?]

Morshid may not show it but he's genuinely very afraid of what the future holds for them- SO much has changed in the course of the show for him, he's had his whole worldview practically flipped upside down, almost lost the one person he cares for, and now has to build a life outside of Marek and his mission . I think Morshid wants Wukong to be a part of that life, or to share it with him, even if he won't admit this, but the thought of taking that first step towards it scares him. I think Sun Wukong is very tired, and even though he thinks it's unrealistic for people like them, he still likes picturing a bigger bed and two mugs perched on his kitchen counter and a new head for the little monkeys to groom and play with . Unbeknownst to them this future is not as far as it seems :3

[🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?]

Marek to like an insane degree- her brain turns off completely around Mei . I do think Mei notices SOMEWHAT but doesn't really comment on it accepting it as like a Marek Thing . Mei first assumes it's a negative reaction and tries to stop doing whatever prompted it but then Marek very tentatively initiates and Mei realises it was actually positive :33 Mei is aromantic 2 me in a different way than Marek and their switch from friends to Whatever-They-Are-Rn is like gradual and natural to Mei and more bumpy or confusing to Marek

[🦅: How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn?]

MK gets called in the middle of the night by a hysterical Marek going "I TBINK I LIKE MEI?????" and they have a full incomprehensible 2 hour discussion that reaches no conclusion . They're both aromantic and confused as fuck . MK is basing all his knowledge off crappy rom-com films like "okay okay do you get butterflies when u see her?" and Marek very seriously considers this and goes "I think I'd describe it as a bowling ball knocking down pins except the pins are my organs and the bowling ball is Mei's cute face." and MK's like taking notes . He tries to prompt Marek to confess to Mei but he's SO fucking bad at it and so not-subtle that all it does is make Marek tackle him to the ground to shut him up . Goobers .....

[💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?]

They're Both aromantic 2 me teehee and to Mei the shift to romantic-adjacent territory is not a very big deal . The devotion and being comfortable enough 2 be your worst self around the other and trusting them to love you through it though ..... thisis like as close to a confession as these two will get . I do think Marek TRIES to plan confessions but there never seems to be a right time and gradually they form a relationship they're both happy with and Marek realises they don't really need an "official" title or for it to be spoken aloud .... they love each other and that's enough for them :33

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

Not sure if it's too late for the ask game but 10, 22 and 24 for Jia and Miraak? 🥰

It's never too late to give me a chance to ramble about my stupid little blorbos! Thank you so much for these! 🥰

💕ask game💕

10. Who plays with whose hair?

Ah, love this question! I'd say that they both play with one another's hair—Jia simply adores Miraak's. In contrast to her wild bushy mane, his hair is pin-straight, very silky, and very easy to comb. So, Jia, without even asking permission, mind you, just shoves her hands into his hair and either plays with it, smooths it out with her fingers, or braids it! She likes braiding it the way she does it in her own hair, which is multiple little plaits entwisted together, one beneath the other, so they give the illusion of dragon scales on the head. Miraak, on the other hand, likes it when Jia lets her hair completely unbound so that he can also plait it the way his people did back in Atmora during their various celebrations. In a future chapter, we will see him bathe her hair, comb it (good luck, Miraak!), and explain to her how unmarried women in his era used to braid their manes during festivities in the specific way of the Moth (aka Dibella) adorned with flowers and blossoms, and how married women did it in the way of the Wolf (aka Mara) with jewels and gemstones.

22. What is something - either character - doesn't like about the other?

Hm... I believe Miraak Gets Irritated when Jia starts acting with self-doubt and doesn't believe in her will to achieve what she wants—she killed Alduin, preserved the world multiple times, carries a power that she herself might not have even discovered its potential yet, and still, there are moments she doesn't believe any of it. He is respectful of her trauma and its consequences on her soul, but he's giving her a bit of tough love and is a firm believer that she must move on and face it. Jia on her part doesn't like it when Miraak shrinks within his shell and doesn't let others in—she can see his need for love and affection, his thirst for friendship and intimacy, a family basically, but when Jia's friends try to approach him, he's cold as ice. He's not snob or prideful towards them (and Jia knows that!), but he believes he doesn't deserve friends any longer (see Vahlok's incident), and willingly solitudes himself or becomes an awkward weasel.

24. Who kissed who first?

AH WELL. In TPATD, Jia is the one who kisses Miraak first, and he just stands there, blue-screened and overwhelmed, struggling to find the courage to reciprocate it. And generally, in the main fic, Jia is the one taking 👀The Various Initiatives👀, which is actually how I wanted to be from the start, since Miraak doesn't push her in that aspect until she chooses it and until she's fully ready.

I have an AU in the works though, where Miraak is the one who kisses her first!

[comingyourlugubriousness]

The Diamond in the Rough and the Boy without a Fairy

OK JUST COMPLETED PART 2!!!

And I have so many things I just want jot dot down my reactions to some of the lines

• Obviously the Legend of Zelda quotes 💕💕

THE CONNECTION BETWEEN BOTH HOW BOTH TDRBF AND SORTED INTO SAVANACLAW CONNECTS WITH EACH OTHER THROUGH OUT THE STORY! I know it would've been inevitable for it to happen BUT STILL! The mention of Jack's injury...ahh I hope he feels better

I SWEAR TO JEBUS FROM PART 1 AND PART 2 THESE GODDAMN PAUSES

MAKE ME LAUGH MY ASS OFF. IT CATCHES ME OFF GAURD SO MUCH!

"Sebek was yelling his head off, arguing with Silver that HE should be teaching him proper riding teaching instead. Pause." LIKE...PUMPKIN☠️☠️

Also LITTLE CRUSH CRUSH WITH KALIM!? I mean shit I would too- ANYWAYS! That's so cute! Idia is probably kind of grumbling at the thought though

HE WOULD LOWKEY BE LIKE: Hmph it's always the rays of sunshine that captures your attention... LIKE THE JELLY MF HE IS I KNOW IT!

AUGH YUME AND KALIM'S DYNAMIC!!!!!!!!

VARGAS IF YOU DONT SHUT YO CRIMSON CHIN LOOKING ASS UP AND LET YUME AND KALIM HUG!!! 

Ok KALIM JUST GO ON AND MAKE ME CRY WHY DON'T YOU!

Goddamn Azul it is not the time 

I FORGOT I WAS STILL HOLDING MY BREATH FROM THE WHOLE YUME ALMOST DYING THING

The chat logs will always remain superior throughout this story

BLUE HAIRED MALEWIFE!?☠️☠️

YES MORE HERCULES QUOTES! 🥰💕💕

IDIA DON'T LAUGH AT YUME'S INTEREST!

Idia bud...you need to watch what you say lowkey.

OOF YUME IS HITTING WAYYYY TOO CLOSE TO HOME

Oh…..Oh no..

*Chapter 6 flashbacks*

MY. FUCKING. JAW

YUME NOOOOOOOOOOO😭😭😭

PUMPKIN HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

HOW AM I GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS!?

NO DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE OFF WITH THAT QUOTE!!!!

IDIA GET YOUR SKINNY ASS UP AND APOLOGIZE OMFG…

I am still not ok after that THAT HURT MY HEART! PUMPKIN YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU ALMOST MADE ME CRY LOWKEY!

I NEED TO LIKE MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF FOR PART 3!😭

BUT THIS WAS SO AMAZING!!!!!!!!💕💕💕

I'm so invested in this story like...YOU HAVE NO IDEA!

AHHH THANK YOU THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!!! <3333

comments and such under the cut bc its long:

• The Legend of Zelda quotes were painstakingly hand chosen with love! I had that and the Hercules script pinned in my tabs for 2 months lol and I had like 3 docs separate to keep everything in order! And fun fact: their mostly in order of how they appear in the game, meaning they follow the actual game chronologically! ^^

OF COURSE! @bunnwich was the one who motivated and inspired me to write this. I'd never written fanfic before this, just stuff for OCs. It was really something!

You can blame a certain Youtuber for the 'Pause" jokes. It's literally a part of my daily vocab and I woudln't be me if I didn't put my humor, memes, and inside jokes into the writing. (After all, I wrote it with the mindset that only Bun would read it ^^). I'm glad you share my silly humor!

The pairs for the PE part were actually chosen somewhat carefully by me! I tried to think based on character relationships, personal stories and clubs, which 1st years and second years would actually want to pair up with each other!

Yume's and Kalim's relationship is important to me. I'd love to explore it more because there are more layers to it!

#VARGAS WITH YO CRIMSON CHIN, SHORT, LOBSTER LOOKING, STEAK HANDS, ASS lol

I took care writing Kalim! I wanted to show his growth and his reflection after chapter 4. Sometimes I feel people write him a certain way. I don't think he's naive about things as people always think he is. Especially when it comes to people's emotions. The fact that he wasn't able to see through Jamil's lies isn't a fault on Kalim, Jamil is just that good of a liar/ that good at masking his true feelings. but I'm rambling.

Meme voice: I don't care for Azul. (Yet there are aspects of his character that foil Yume's so interestingly.)

AHAHA yeah yume's big day for sure.

Chat logs are the only way I have communicated with people close to me so I drew from my own chat experience, but still wanted them to be understandable.

is Idia not a malewife?

Ahh yes the...climax of this part was something I had been waiting to get to and wanting to explore. I won't get to into it here.

Idia is notorious for saying shit bluntly and without thinking about it, I feel because he doesn't think about how someone could intemperate his words. He knows what he means so he thinks automatically that the other person should too. Bc its "logical" thinking. (lets just say he's not a reliable narrator)

I got to explore lots of interesting things with Yume here, and I'm glad it impacted you so much! Making people feel the intended emotions, or any really is high praise! It affected me as well when I wrote it because...well like you said it can hit close to home for some people.

I HAD to use that quote.

Please take your time!!! I hope you keep sharing your thoughts with me, I love to hear your comments and feedback!!

I'm glad you are invested. <33333

[khaotungthanawat]

hi hi, it's your secret santa! 🎁 the week is basically the start of the holiday season for many people, so i hope no matter if you celebrate that you can cherish the this time and can at least round out the season and the year in your own way of celebration, may it be fun or communal or restful (or all of it!) <3

i just love hearing you talk about the shows you love, that's why asking you questions and reading your answers is so much fun! kinnporsche also got me in all its messy, sometimes weird, sometimes boastful, always a lot of fun and action and emotional glory! vegaspete has something to it that is so compelling, i so agree with you, and just to see the dynamic play out was quite the journey. they really put all the tropes in one basket and said, let's just see where this gets us at the end of the day (and somehow it worked and i think it's in no small part to the actors too) ... and vegas deffo had it all from his hannibal lecter moments to getting a tray to the head and somehow finding love at the end as well. whew. that really was a show.

for this week, i saw you like nct (so do i!), what are your favourite songs and who's your bias? do you have songs from any artist or group you relate to your fave shows / characters? or can you watch a show and basically build a soundtrack for it in your own head? and another question: top 5 fave drama characters of all time for you?

hope these are fun to answer !! 🌞🌞🌞

hello again stranger! 💕 yeah crimbus is breathing down my neck and i’m so stressed out lol. it’ll all work out somehow. also the moon sickness is upon me and it’s REALLY wringing me out. bleh. 

i’m glad you like my ramblings! i’m not very good at meta or anything, but i do love to run at the mouth about stuff i love. yeah, i was not expecting to love kinnporsche but then vegas and his good hair and blousy shirts and pathetic tendencies bewitched me and now i’m a mess. i indulged in a bunch of spicy vegaspete fic over the weekend because i deserved a treat. 

i do! i love nct! they’re my first kpop group, really. i’d managed to outrun the kpop wave for a long time, but then one day i was on here and a gif was on my dash, and i was like, “WHOMST IS THIS???” and a helpful anon informed me that it was taeyong from nct and their video for “make a wish”. i finally remembered to check it out a few weeks later and.........i haven’t been the same since lol. i also love monsta x (i saw them on tour earlier this year), exo, shinee, and bts. 

but yes! nct! 

some of my fave nct songs (not unit-specific):

superhuman

kick it

highway to heaven

time lapse

the 7th sense

action figure

focus

cherry bomb

hot sauce

make a wish

baby don’t stop

my bias? doyoung! 

(gif by me)

my slim jim. my doie. i love him. 

(dumb side note: so i got an ita bag this year and started getting pins for it, and i have a pin of doyoung that says “now i know” and it cracks me up every time i look at it.)

i think he’s so handsome and his voice is sublime. *sigh*

ANYWAY!

i think a lot of mitski’s songs fits jwds really well :)

top five fave drama characters of all time? that’s a difficult question! kdfjhdfk okay i’ll try to narrow this down. *stress*

lee dong sik - beyond evil (most character of all time!) (+bonus han joo won)

vegas theerapanyakul - kinnporsche (my pathetic meowfioso) (+bonus pete saengtham)

lan wangji - the untamed (poor dumb gay horny baby)

im ryung goo - tomorrow (my sardonic little meow meow)

wen kexing - word of honor (seriously let gong jun follow his bliss and play little gay sugar babies exclusively he’s so good at it)

yeah, i know i cheated by adding han joo won and pete as bonuses. but i cannot think of one without the other, soooo. 

these were fun to answer! i hope you have a good week, my mystery friend! 

[evans-heaven]

SpaghettiOs ; Eddie Munson

Another Eddie fic because what’s stopping me? This would’ve been up last night but tumblr decided to crash and I lost the entire post 🙃 so, was up until 2AM re-typing it, but if I’m being honest, I like this version better. Hope y’all enjoy 💕

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N but teeny tiny hint at size difference)

Warnings: Ridiculously melodramatic content, talk of food, swearing, angst but then fluff (like its gross), opinions about marriage that are not my own, brief description of Chrissy’s death scene, implied smut at the end.

WC: 2.7k

Your boyfriend was antsy, and you couldn’t blame him.

It was really just one thing after another for him during the past couple of days. First, he helplessly watched the queen of Hawkins High die a very macabre and unexplainable death in the middle of his trailer, when he just wanted to make a sale. Then, he fled from said trailer and ended up at the drug dealer Reefer Rick’s boathouse, in fear of what just happened.

Then, for the sour cherry on top of the already shit pie, he found out the authorities were trying to pin this on him. The crime (if a girl having her bones snapped and eyeballs yanked into her skull by some unseen entity could even be called that) took place in the home of the ‘freak’, that was all they’d need to have suspicions.

Not just that, but they were looking for you as well. They probably thought it made sense, you and Eddie were attached at the hip, the ‘anti-it’ couple of the school/town. The police had their suspicions that you knew something about Chrissy’s death-or worse, even played a part in it.

And just like that, hiding out in Rick’s boathouse became all the more justified.

You didn’t even want to get into Dustin, Robin, Steve and Max giving you the knowledge that Hawkins had been home to, apparently, many supernatural events, and they’d been at the center of them. What happened to Chrissy was just another one of those events. Trippy as it was, the group seemed like they were being 100% candid and knew what they were talking about. The people of Hawkins had really begun to feel like their town was cursed, and, truthfully, you had been nursing an unsettled feeling in your stomach for the past couple of years, because you knew something in this town had started to become off.

Maybe the devil had come to America. But it wasn’t D&D, and it sure as hell wasn’t your boyfriend.

That morning, you found he had broken into Rick’s home, unspotted, hopefully. This area was pretty secluded, but still, you didn’t want to take any chances. The house was by a huge lake where anyone could’ve looked across.

You snuck in yourself, and were greeted with the sound of drawers opening and closing, utensils crashing against each other, and cupboards creaking. You entered the kitchen to find Eddie searching through the pantries.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted, gaining his attention. He jumped just a little before he turned around and saw it was you. He smiled, though you could tell it was strained.

“Hey,” he greeted. 

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“We’re out of food, so I came to see if ‘Ol Ricky has anything of sustenance,” he sighed, looking around the dormant kitchen. His normally bright and doe-y eyes were now tired and frantic. He was right though, the initial food supply the gang brought you at first was completely devoured by the two of you. Well, mostly Eddie. Stress eating was a hell of a thing, he’d said to you. 

“Okay,” you nodded. “Hope no one saw you come in here,”

“Doubt it,” he said dismissively. He opened another cupboard and came across a can of SpaghettiOs. He took it out and inspected it briefly, before breathing out “Yep, you’ll do,”

“You sure that’s not expired?” you wondered, jutting your chin towards the can in his grasp.

“It's not like we have much of a choice right now, sweetheart,” he said, and there was a noticeable bite in his voice. He began searching the drawer again, most likely looking for a can opener.

Your eyebrows twitched up a bit. Eddie had never used that tone with you, but you realized that, given the circumstances, you understood. The police were on the hunt for him. He was a wanted man, hiding out in the home of a jailed man. Canned foods that may or may not have gone bad wasn’t something you could afford to worry about, right now. It's not like he could run to the store on his own.

You took a step towards him. “Hey, Ed, I’m sorry-”

“It's okay,” he replied shortly.

You watched him as he found the opener. He placed the can down and was about to open it, when you saw him pause. He audibly inhaled and exhaled a few times, stiff shoulders rising and falling, trying to calm himself down. 

But if he managed to, it didn’t last long. It was like he was a ticking bomb, with 10 seconds left on the countdown from when you entered the kitchen.

It was then you were startled by the tool harshly dropping against the counter. Eddie hunched over, and gripped the edge of the counter so tight his knuckles began to go white, peeking out under his chunky rings. 

“Ed,” you breathed, and came up behind him to grasp his biceps in your small hands to get his attention.

“God, I just-” he began, and you cut him off.

“Ed, shhh, it’s okay,” you said, pressing your cheek to his shoulder.

“Its fucking ridiculous, is what it is,” he hissed, but remained in your grip. “Just because a person has an interest that doesn’t align with the majority, just because they play a fucking fantasy game that everyone suddenly decided to have an issue with. Just because a person looks…different,  it means we’re….I’m….capable of something so…,” he trailed off, not even finding the words to describe it. He just sighed. You listened to him vent, knowing he needed it. When Eddie felt something, he felt it hard. He needed the time to get his thoughts out. 

“We got lucky with Dustin and the others, they’ve seen shit like this before. They know what this really is. Can’t say the same for those glorified security guards. Or the rest of the town,” he groaned. “Its like Robin said, once my name goes public, everyone’s gonna be gunning for me,” he shook his head, his voice becoming weaker as he said, “And now you’re dragged into this mess too,” 

“Hey,” you said sternly, and used all your strength to peel him from the counter to turn him around. You reached up and held his face in your hands, feeling his stubble scratch at them lightly. “I’d be here with you even if Hawkins PD wasn’t looking for me,” you assured him, voice leaving no room for protest. “I’d never, ever let you go through something like this alone, Ed,” you promised, brushing your thumbs against the bags under his eyes.

He just looked at you with no words, lips trembling a little. You did nothing but let him be, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, feeling him nuzzle his head into your neck.

You placed a few kisses on his shoulder, hoping to soothe him. You wanted to say more, wanted to assure him, but of what? The reality of the matter was, Hawkins was paranoid and was looking for someone to blame for Chrissy’s demise. Obviously someone, or something, was responsible, and they seemed to have their minds made up on the culprit. You couldn’t predict the future, as much as you wanted to be right about things being okay. 

“I’m sorry for snapping,” he said into your neck.

“It's alright,” you assured him, you had long forgotten about it.

After holding onto him for a few minutes, you heard his stomach begin to grumble a bit, and you were beginning to feel a little hungry yourself. “Ed,” you mumbled, and he straightened up, looking down at you. You brought a hand up to brush some hair from his face, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Why don’t you go relax for a bit, I’ll make the SpaghettiOs for us,” you suggested, lightly scratching his scalp.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nodding. “Sounds good,”  he brought his hands to your cheeks for a moment, simply looking at you with an expression you couldn’t read. He pulled away and said “I’m gonna try to get a hold of Dustin, see if he can get us some more food,” he released you and walked off, but not before looking at you over his shoulder. “Food that isn’t a day away from expiring,” he smirked.

You giggled and shook your head, there was your sarcastic boy. 

You heard him speaking into the walkie talkie, calling out to Dustin and referring to himself as “Eddie the Banished”. His voice faded as he got further from the kitchen.

You got the can opened, and lit a pot on the stove. You poured the contents into it and began to stir it up with a wooden spoon you had found. It looked appetizing enough, and as the smell began to enter the air, you realized it wasn’t too bad.

You enjoyed cooking, so this brought you at least a little bit of ease even if you were just stirring a pot. Having grown up with a mother who worked late nights and sometimes wouldn’t come home until the early hours of the morning, you learned to hold your own in the kitchen, eventually becoming quite comfortable in it. Now, at 18, your paycheck from your job at Kinney Shoes was able to get you ingredients for simple dishes, that you either made at home or in Eddie’s trailer. He loved being your taste-tester, and you knew for a fact that he had no proper meal plans if you didn’t show up.

You heard him take a seat at the small table that was just off the kitchen, the chair scraping on the ground. “Wheeler picked up, then promptly hung up on me,” he reported, “So this will have to hold us over til…,” he trailed off and shook his head.

“ ‘til Boccob knows when,” you said nonchalantly, bringing the spoon up to taste the sauce from the SpaghettiOs. 

Eddie’s gasp made your head snap towards him. He stood up, jaw hanging. “Do my ears deceive me?” he asked in that deep, theatrical voice, the same one he used to read that bullshit Newsweek article. He swiftly came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist in a snug hold. Amidst your confusion, his action made you giggle and almost drop the spoon. “Did my girl just make an accurate D&D reference?” he asked in disbelief, and you angled your body a bit to face him.

“I mean, it's not like I never paid attention during the many D&D games I’ve sat in on,” you said, smiling, and relishing in the affection he was giving you,. You and Eddie had been going strong for a little over a year now, and in that time, you had attended quite a few Hellfire Club meetings. It shouldn’t have been too much of a shock that you had some basic knowledge of the characters-or, more specifically, Boccob, the God of Forecasting. Although, you were happy you had unintentionally given him an instant mood boost.

“True,” he admitted. He nuzzled his face into your cheek, placing featherlight kisses there. “Nice one, baby,” he whispered, and you were thankful he held your body up, because you were sure your legs would give out from underneath you. That deep voice of his coming out in a whisper was damn near sinful.

“Thanks,” you said proudly, placing a quick kiss on his lips and pulling away before it could deepen, causing him to pout a little. It was hilarious whenever he did that, seeing your rather intimidating looking boyfriend, with his tattoos and black jeans and unruly hair, sticking out his lower lip like a little boy. You snickered at him and wriggled out of his grasp to turn the stove off, the meal all heated up. Deciding not to dirty more dishes than necessary, you just grabbed another spoon from the drawer. “Okay, soup’s on,” you said. 

Eddie rushed ahead of you when you began to make your way to the table and pulled the other chair out for you. You gave him a small smile of gratitude and you both sat down and dug into your processed meal. It was decent enough, and Eddie seemed like he was satisfied. You occasionally gave him a few bites from your spoon, just to make him smile-for some reason he loved when you fed him.

After a while of comfortable silence, he spoke up through a mouthful. “You know, I love doing this with you,”

You quirked a brow. “Eating canned food while hiding from the police?” you snarked.

“No,” he said, failing miserably at keeping a straight face, you just knew he wanted to smile, because you knew he loved your sass. “I meant, eating with you after you cook for us,” he clarified.

You couldn’t stop the flustered feeling that grew at his words. “Ohh,” you mused, and held up another spoonful for him, and he took it. “I love it too baby,” you said sincerely, smiling softly. 

“Seriously, though,” he said after swallowing. “I love it so much I’m willing to throw my very strong opinion that the marriage industry is a scam-powered by social conformity and money hungry businesses-clean out the fucking window if it means I get moments like this,” he gestured to your little set up, the two of you and your pot of SpaghettiOs, “For the rest of my life,”

It was your jaw’s turn to drop. “Do my ears deceive me?” you asked, imitating his words and tone from earlier. “Did my guy just say he’d…conform for me?” you asked, placing a hand on your chest with a purely exaggerated look of shock on your face.

“Hey, fuck it, call me a conformist,” he said, shrugging lightly and lounging back in his seat. Then, he gazed upon you with a look so full of love and sincerity. “But only for you,” he finished, eyes not wavering for a minute, and you knew he wasn’t bullshitting you. 

You and Eddie had never spoken about marriage. You were in High School, for fuck’s sake. And, both of you weren’t exactly big fans of the concept. You just heard Eddie reiterate his own beliefs, and as for you, after watching your parents’ marriage crumble right before your eyes as a little kid, you’d grown up with the opinion that the entire thing was bullshit.

But still, sometimes, you saw the little things Eddie did, and the endearing feeling in your heart would grow, and you would think, “I wanna see that for the rest of my life”. It was the way he would fold his lips in when he focused on something. The little dance he would do when he was excited or fired up. The blush he’d get on his cheeks that he would never admit to when he saw you in the hallway at school. Then there were the bigger things, namely how passionate he would get about the stuff he felt strongly about. It made you think about how badly you wanted to hear this drama king’s speeches about any and everything, again, for the rest of your life. And just wake up next to him, for the rest of your life. It would be quite a while before you were ready for that, but you knew who you wanted it with.

Holy shit, you were so far gone for this long haired bastard.

Wordlessly, you dropped your spoon and climbed into his lap, draping one arm around his neck and placing a delicate palm on his cheek, feeling that stubble again. His large hands gripped your waist as he looked up at you expectantly. You pressed your lips to his without any hesitation. His grip on your waist tightened, if possible, as the kiss deepened, your mouths moving against one another passionately. You poured every emotion you felt into it-love, longing, anxiousness. Even frustration, because this moment should have been happening over some beef stroganoff in your kitchen or in his trailer, not over SpaghettiOs in the halfway dining room of some incarcerated drug dealer. You wished Hawkins PD could see this Eddie, the soft Eddie no one else knew, and realize he would never commit such a gruesome and humanly impossible act.

You broke the kiss, your forehead finding purchase against his as you both panted heavily. You placed your other hand on his cheek, savoring his breath against your lips. It was then you felt it-that growing, tingling heat between your legs

You had been too worried before to even think about sex. But after that moment you shared and that kiss, your heart filled with longing for him, and the distraction laying with him would bring, for the two of you.

And, it was like Eddie read your mind, as he hoisted you up into his arms and carried you over to the couch, ready to satisfy your unspoken needs.

Maybe there would be chaos when he was eventually found. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to prove his innocence. But at that moment, feeling him against you blocked those thoughts from your mind-and you allowed it.

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The ending feels rushed but I’ve never been good with them anyway😅 hope y’all liked this one, it was a labor of love. I’m gonna go take a nap now 😴

[nyxronomicon]

Its 11 pm diavolo brain rot hour 😜

Imagine diavolo in heat but you are in the human world. He fucking misses you and haven’t seen you in weeks. He tried to jerk himself so many times but none of them ever brought him the release he needs. Hes frustrated, sweat on his forehead, hair sticking to his face, but he doesnt feel any satisfaction…. He just tried to jerk his dick the 12th tike today and its only 3 pm. He tried everything, your pictures, videos, letters, cloths, and none of it worked. He just cant cum.

At las he had enough and just took off into the human world. Its friday night when he busted his way through hell and broke out of earth’s crust. Fuck its hot. The air is 104 degrees and his heat is getting worse because if it. He vaguely remembers your description of your apartment…. Near the park…. 6 blocks Across the junction between some big shopping center and bar/grill place…

Mans is running wildly ok, people would be suspicious of him but its a friday night, bars and busy, and from the way hes stumbling to keep his dick from leaking all over it seems hes just a drunk dude tryna get home. Finally he reached your block and hes circling around it frantically to find which floor you’re on….

Hes looking, watching the cars going in and out the parking… bingo! He saw your figure in front of the open window! And fuck do you look hot, fresh from the shower, no bra, just a thin tank top. Do you know people can see that? Can humans even see that far up? Fuck it. No one care. He needs to get to you, and he cant just step into the elevator he cant wait. He needs you.

Mans is straight up climbing your apartment like a spider… but frantic. You are just chillin by the window, Netflix open, cool night breeze settling in and then—

“m-MCCCCCCC!! MC Please 😭💕😳!!!!!”

— why the fuck is Diabby hanging onto your window????? He look like he just ran a mile, he’s flustered, haggard breathing, dilated pupils, barely dragging himself inside. And then you look down and— oh. His 🍆🍆 . You think you know why he’s here.

What ever plans you had went out the window bc this man practically burrowed himself in your hug and smashed his lips into yours It might have bruised. Within seconds your flimsy PJs are torn off and his own clothing joins them on the floor. Tldr: yall did it in every position possible on every surface of you home. The sex was so intense both of yall were sore for days afterwards. Also you got 4 noise complaints and a police request to investigate “a strange man climbing a 12 story apartment”

ughhh yes yes yes!!!!

this gave me a delicious idea for a drabble friend~

NSFW 18+ content ahead, minors & ageless blogs will be blocked :)

tw: dildo mention, biting, GN reader

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After a long day at work, you sighed, returning to your apartment. You thought about the Devildom. You didn’t really miss attending class or homework, but you missed the demon brothers, your friends at Purgatory Hall, Barbatos, and of course, Diavolo. 

You’d be lying if you claimed your latest dildo purchase wasn’t just the closest thing you could find to Diavolo’s cock. You had been thinking about him a lot lately. In fact, the last few hours you spent working your mind was on him. 

You wondered if he thought about you as often when you opened the door to your apartment. You’d barely walked in before someone slammed the door shut again and pinned you against it in a ferocious kiss. You knew the taste, the scent, and most importantly, the rock hard cock pressing against your thighs through layers of fabric. You couldn’t help moan into your demon lover’s kiss, pleased he wanted this enough to visit. 

As his tongue swirled with yours, his hands wasted no time roaming your body, feeling you in all the right places. The places he missed oh so dearly.

“I’ve missed you.” He finally pulled away when you were sufficiently breathless.

“Diavolo...” Both of you were desperately trying to catch your breath. “What are you doing here?” 

His face turned red. You could feel the heat yourself he was still so close. “I’m... in heat. I couldn’t stop myself.” He hungrily kissed your neck, sloppily dragging his lips against your skin. “I need you.” You felt his fangs press against your skin in a love bite. 

“Mmh...” You arched your back. He knew how much you loved it when he bit you. “Can’t say no to that...” You forgot how well he knew your body. His fingers deftly toyed with your nipples as he kissed your neck. Your fingers tangled into his hair, holding him close.

Diavolo lifted your legs and you wrapped them around his waist. He kissed your lips as he urgently carried you to the sofa. He laid on top of you, already grinding himself against your sex, eager to enter you. 

“It’s gonna be a long night...” Diavolo said in a husky tone, his hand sliding up your thigh. 

[ash-writies]

I have no clue if there's a limit with the tropes but they're all my favorites!! 💕😭 fake dating, touch starved, hurt on the job, and oblivious pinning with Connor rk800 x human! male or nonbinary reader. Where they have to pretend to be dating for a job and the reader gets hurt leads to Connor patching them up. I’m just such a sucker for the overprotective worried one gently patching up the other omfg!!

A/n: Thanks everyone for sending asks I’m going to try to answer them in the order I get them!! Keep ‘em coming, we still haven't gotten a bingo :) This is Male reader btw :P (To the asker that sent me a similar request: I think I’m still gonna do yours bc this one is a bit more action-y than it seems you want <;3)

Original Card Here!

Summary: You, code name Keith, and Connor, code name Nathan, are assigned to take down a big Red Ice dealer and after months of waiting the day came to finally end it.

Warnings: Cursing, drug use/dealers, guns, shooting, and injury

~3k Words

This was one of the biggest cases you’ve been assigned to. The department finally found a big Red Ice dealer and was this close to dismantling the whole operation, all that was standing in the way was the leader. Not a lot of people have met him before, and he’s very elusive. There were whispers of him using people from his inner circle as bait for the police, letting them get caught instead of himself. All this ran through your head as you pulled on your suit jacket. You recounted what got you into this and how if you said a single thing wrong you might not be walking out of there.

“Hey,” Connor smiled, walking into the bathroom, “not overthinking are you, Keith?” You hated your cover name and couldn’t wait to get back to your old one.

“How could you tell Nathan?” you teased, giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

“You furrow your brows and bite your lip.”

You rolled your eyes and smirked, “I’m just worried about your acting. I mean how good can an Android be?”

A switch flipped in his head, or at least you thought one did. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around your waist, and rested his chin on your shoulder, “honey, you have nothing to worry about.” Looking in the mirror, you admired the view, wishing you could always see him wrapped around you.

You swallowed thickly, “I wish I could use your brain for today.”

“What would I use then,” he smiled, releasing you.

“You probably have a backup one or something around here somewhere,” you laughed. You turned and walked past him, settling on the bed to put your shoes on.

“No, but that’s a good idea,” he smiled and leaned on the doorframe. You chuckled dryly and glanced at him, he temporarily had his LED removed for the case. You missed its glow and how, with it, you got a peak into his mind.

“What’s our eta for the event?”

“15 minutes and 38 seconds.”

“Should we be there early?”

“It would be preferable for both our safety and appearances.”

You sighed, “alright, let’s go then.” Out of habit, you made sure all the lights were off in the apartment and headed to the door.

Connor opened it and swept his arm across the space, “after you,” he bowed.

You rolled your eyes with a snort, “you’re too kind.”

You and Connor spent the ride there getting into character, well you did. Connor was already in character so it was more to help you. 

When the car began to roll into the front of the building you suddenly felt underprepared, “Nathan, I don’t know about this.”

He grabbed your hands and gave you the warmest, most reassuring smile. It was so perfect, it made you wonder if he was doing it for you or the sake of the case, “Keith, I can say this with 100 percent certainty: I know that you can do this. I’ve seen how you are and I know that this is well within your abilities.” For the case then

You pressed your lips together, stopping doubts from spilling out, and nodded. There was absolutely no way you could back out now and doing anything other than your best was a death sentence. He squeezed your hand and opened the door. You followed behind him, slipping out of your shadow into the lights shining of your facade.

You entered the building, it was more run down than you imagined it would be. Though it looked nice on the outside some of the windows were boarded up and there was rot eating away at the edges. Each time you met it was in a different place, never the same place twice in a month and never in the same sequence. Connor had tried to predict where the next met would be with algorithms and this came up in the top three. Of course, this was the first he got right, each prediction was more of a guess.

“Nice to see you again man!” Bugsy said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. Bugsy, aka William, was no more than 17. He grew up in one of the neighborhoods the meet-ups frequented so you felt like it was only a matter of time until he was roped in. Thankfully when this is all over he’d get a lesser charge, juvie at worse.

“Nice to see you Bugs!” you smiled, “man you’re getting taller aren’t you? At this rate, you’ll give me a run for my money.”

The boy rolled his eyes, “whatever man. Hey Nate!”

Connor smiled, seeming genuinely interested in the boy, “Hey! Hows it been?”

“Been alright, the same as always,” he shrugged.

“Don’t worry, it’ll get better,” he said, clapping the boy on the back.”

“Thanks, the big man told me to point ‘cha in this direction,” he gestured to a dimly lit hallway, “take a left at the bottom of the stairs.”

You leaned forward and raised your eyebrows, “Looks spooky…”

“Uh oh,” Bugsy smirked, “you’re not scared are ya?”

Of course you were, you thought they were going to jump out of the shadows and stab you or something. Instead, you rolled your eyes, “of course not.”

“Do ya want me to hold your hand and walk ya down?” he teased.

“Not a chance smart-ass,” you shoved him back a little and began toward the stairs.

“Hold his hand if you need to Nate!” he shouted after you.

“Will do!” Connor called back, grabbing your hand and lifting it into the air. You heard Bugsy laugh as you rounded the corner.

“Geez thanks for making me look bad Nathan!” you hissed, snatching your hand away.

“Oh c’mon,” he chuckled, “you know you want to hold my hand.”

“I know that I don’t want to,” you muttered as you both walked down the stairs. You paused at the doorway and took a breath in. Connor opened the door and walked in first, you followed closely behind. In the center there was a long table, it was surrounded by smaller round tables. Place cards sat above empty chairs, it was like a scene out of an action movie. You hoped the rest of tonight was nothing like an action movie.

Most of the seats were already full when Connor found your place cards. You made small talk with some of the people around you. You could list each of their names, birthdays, addresses, and next of kin if you wanted to. You memorized that information as soon as Connor knew. It brought you comfort, knowing you could destroy any of their lives without a second thought. As the final person entered you made sure to keep your fidgeting hands under the table. Connor noticed and slipped his hand into yours. It caught you off guard and figured it must be because you were attracting attention, you squeezed his hand and made an effort to stop fidgeting.

“As you all know, Mr. Ambrosino will be joining us today,” the speaker, Clyde aka The Fox, was known as the second in command. During your time investigating, you realized he had a lot of sway over the decisions Ambrosino made, this was the main reason you thought his name suited him. A Fox may never be as strong as a bear, but given the chance to whisper in his ear, he may be more powerful. “We have some serious things to discuss.”

A door in the back opened and Ambrosino walked in. The Fox looked back at him and scurried to his seat, “I’m glad to see my best associates in one place,” the man said, nothing could’ve prepared you for the depth of his voice, “I have some bad news, we have a mole.” Everyone cast each other confused and accusing looks, you and Connor included. 

“I know, we don’t know what they look like but,” he placed a gun on the table, “I’m sure they’ll step forward.” You glanced around the table, trying to see if any of them slipped. There was no way in hell you’d willingly step forward, you’d be sentencing yourself and Connor to something worse than the American justice system could do to you. Ambrosino waved at the man standing by the door. The man opened it and three men entered. Two were muscle and the one in the middle was beaten badly. The one in the middle… Bugsy. You felt every muscle in your body tense but your face remained unchanging. Ambrosino gave up his chair and the two men shoved Bugsy into it. Connor’s hand grips yours, the only thing keeping you in your chair, “now I know it’s not this striking young man but we’ll need to make an example out of someone if the real mole doesn’t come out.”

You and Connor had this place surrounded by police and swat, realistically you knew there was no way for him to get out of this place but you couldn’t risk it. If he walks and finds out who you and Connor are, you and everyone else will never be safe. You clenched your fists and stayed in your seat. By now people were whispering around the table, telling each other their best guesses. You and Connor joined in, whispering false accusations, and looking at certain people.

“We know the mole is one of those deviant androids,” Ambrosino raised a hand, “so let's do a test.” One of the men left the chair and revealed his synthetic skin, he stood next to the person directly across from you and held out his arm. You didn’t fail to notice how he skipped the first two people on that side. Ways out of here began playing in your mind. You could fully reach the gun Ambrosino set on the table, but could you flip a table and hide behind it in time? There was also Bugsy, you couldn’t just leave him out in the open. Before you knew it the android was next to Connor, holding his hand out expectantly. Fuck

You slammed your hands on the table and stood, “it’s me alright? Just leave the boy out of this!” 

Ambrosino smirked, “glad to see you have some loyalty,” the man had Bugsy pulled off of the chair, “have a seat.” You followed his instructions, managing to keep your hands from shaking and your chin up. “Now you had a lot of potential for climbing ranks, one of the best sales as a newcomer,” he swung his fist across your face, you made sure not to flinch or raise a single hand, “what made you betray us?” His voice remained eerily calm.

The gun was still well within your reach but you waited for Connor’s signal before doing anything, “the pay was enough.”

“I will not tolerate any back talk from a filthy android,” he said sternly. He didn’t know you were playing a game but he was almost beating you at it.

“You’re asking the wrong questions old man. You should be asking, ‘Why would an Android join a Red Ice organisation?’” you rolled your eyes, earning you a hard punch to the gut.

“What did I say about back talk?” he almost yelled.

“I answered your question,” you coughed.

“I’ve almost had enough of you!”

“What, is there more you wanna know?” you smirked, “of course, The Ambrosino wouldn’t let a mole off with a simple beating after a couple of questions-” 

Before you knew it he had a handful of your hair and a knife pressed to your throat, “I know you’re game, and I wont sit here and be talked down to by a pathetic android!” he spat, smililing wickedly. You watched his smile fade as the knife slid through a couple layers of skin. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Connor wink. That was the sign. You pushed the man off of you and grabbed the gun. 

As he turned face to face with the barrel you smiled, “clumsy old man.” You kept the gun trained on him and pulled Bugsy off the ground. Ambrosino was red with anger as you stood still. Some of the guests were still siting in their chairs with shocked expressions, the others were standing and reaching for their guns. “Flip the table and get behind it,” you whispered to Bugsy. He did so with little effort as you squeezed the trigger. The hammer clicked but nothing happened.

“You think I’m clumsy?” He asked as you threw the gun, “You must be stupid or something.” The Fox stood and reached behind him. You cursed and grabbed the gun you hid in your waistband. Loaded with ten bullets and an extra magazine in your back pocket. 

“One,” you whispered, shooting the fox in his arm, “two.” Ambrosino received the second in his thigh. You and Connor had disscussed in detail where to shoot if it ever came to it. Suddenly the whole place erupted in gunshots, not all aimed at you. One struck your right shoulder as you dived behind the table with Bugsy, “you okay kid?” He nodded quickly, hands pressed over his ears. 

The room was almost too chaotic for you to understand what was going on. There was yelling and banging when you realized the police were swarming the area. You didn’t move from your spot next to Bugsy, you didn’t need to get shot again.

“Kieth?” Connor called, looking around the table. A bullet must’ve grazed his arm because there was blue blood staining the fabric around the wound. He helped you up then Bugsy.

“Are you alright Nathan?”

He nodded, “you?”

“Yeah,” you held your shoulder, “Just a scratch really.” You noticed Bugsy being talked to by an officer, “Hey this one’s good, he was just on watch.” The officer nodded and Bugsy advoided your eyes with a scowl. He felt more betrayed than the rest of the people because you had gotten so close to him. Connor had warned you of it but you ignored him, you had only wanted the best for the boy.

The rest of the night was a blur of red and blue lights, a trip to and from the hospital, and awkward silence between you and Connor. He had dropped you off at your apartment without a word and drove off. You couldn’t dwell on it, you were too stressed from the night’s events and needed rest. Without changing you lied in your bed as closed your eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

“y/n,” Connor called from the entrance to your apartment. You groaned, and rolled over in bed. “Y/n, are you alright?” The door creaked open and you heard the bolt slide home. You slowly sat up in bed, flinching as your shoulder screamed in pain.

“Connor?” you groaned. Following the sound of your voice he walked into your room. He was wearing sweatpants and a form fitting t-shirt. 

He knelt beside your bed, “You opened a stitch, we’ll need to fix that.”

“Why?” you scoffed, holding your shoulder, “it’s not like we’re still on the case.” You slid off your bed and walked into the bathroom.

“What do you mean by that?” Although his voice didn’t waver there was anger in it

“I mean now that we’re not pretending to be an item,” you began, slowly taking off your suit jacket, “you don’t need to pretend to care about me.”

He paused at the doorway and watched you unbutton your white shirt, “I do care about you.”

Easing the shirt off your arm you scoffed, “yeah sure.” Once the bloody button up was off of you, you looked in the mirror at the bandage. Your eyes trailed from your shoulder, up your neck, into your eyes, and finally settling on the android in the doorway. You dropped your head, surpressing the urge to cry.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked softly, stepping closer to you. You shook your head. You didn’t trust your voice to be steady. “I care for you- I like you, a lot…” 

You turned around suddenly, “you- like me?”

His newly returned LED flickered yellow, “yes, since before the case.”

“I thought-” you ran a hand trough your hair, “well I didn’t know what I thought.”

“Do you feel the same?” he asked. His voice was shaky in the scared way he anticipated your answer.

“Of course!” you laughed breathlessly, “yes, I like you a lot.” He beamed at your words, taking big steps forward until you were almost touching.

 He lifted his arms like he wanted to hug you, but stopped himself, “is your arm okay enough for me to hug you?” He knew the answer medically, but he wanted you to decide if you could handle it. You nodded and lifted your left arm, welcoming Connor. He gently wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“I thought you noticed how much I loved your hugs,” you murmured into his chest.

He laughed, “of course I noticed, why do you think I hugged you so often?” You narrowed your eyes at him as you pulled back from the hug. Your saractic reply was cut short by the throbing pain in your arm. “Let’s get that fixed up really quick.”

“Yeah,” you turned around and got the first aid kit from under the sink.

“I’ll do it for you,” he offered.

“No, I can do it.”

“I know you can I can just do it without it causing too much pain.” He took the kit from you and led you to the toilet. He was right about the less pain part, but maybe that was because you were distracted by the way his face looked when he was concentraited on stitching you up. You didn’t think he’d need to make a face but there he was, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed. 

He pulled back and smiled when he was done. You carefully helped him clean up before he left.

“Wait,” you said, just before he shut the door.

“Yeah?” 

“I haven’t thanked you properly,”

“Thanked me for stitching your arm? Well it’s no problem-”

With your left arm wrapped around his neck you pulled him into a quick kiss, “I know it was no problem but I’m still thankful.” His LED was spinning yellow as he stared at you. You smirked and began to push him out of the doorway, “don’t keep Hank waiting!”

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Piggyback

Cahir x reader in which Cahir picks up a drunk you from the tavern. 1.1k words, no warnings

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Slamming the mug of beer and hearing the cheers of the strangers in the pub, you felt euphoric. As soon as you empty a tankard, they give you a jolly cheer and pass you another one. The rest of them were drunk too, it was just an entertaining feat for the common folk to see someone dressed so nobly drink like a sailor, but handle the alcohol so awfully. You couldn't remember what you were talking about, was it about the duke's favourite pigs? "Okaaay so, about duke Morrison's favourite pigs..." You struggle, feeling the weight of your tongue. The crowd laughs. You wonder why but you laugh along anyway, spilling the fresh mug on your hand. You don't even remember getting it. Before you could bring it to your lips however, a large hand stops your arm, pinning the mug back to the table. Your vision crawls up from the hand to the head of the man (?) who stopped your fourth(?) sixth(?) pint. Squinting at their face despite the bright lights of the tavern, you must've looked ridiculous with your disheveled hair and a beer mustache on your upper lip. It takes you a while before recognizing the man.

"Cahir!" You greet him. He was wearing his civilian clothes, a rare sight for the commander of Nilfgaard. Your upper body decides to get up but your legs didn't get the message. You end up stumbling into the commander's strong chest. You hoped no one noticed that. "Its time to go." He calmly states, hauling your slumped figure up on him. "My friends want to hear about duke Morrison's favourite pig!" You laugh, pushing yourself from him to stand on your own. Cahir continues to hold you anyway. "They're not your friends and you've told that story five times for this night. Let's go. Your brother won't approve of this." Cahir scolds. He doesn't sound angry though, just annoyed. You decide to comply. "We have to tip the barkeep..." You fumble at your bag of coins. Cahir lets out an exasperated sigh and decides to help you. He pulls out one single coin and flicks it to the barkeep. "You should know better than to abuse the lady's intolerance." Cahir warns. He can be intimidating at times. Fine, all the time. You follow your brother's most trusted soldier out of the tavern, keeping both your hands on his shoulders. The height difference and the man's wide strides plus your lack of sobriety makes walking a tedious task. "Cahir, wait..." You drop your tired arms from his shoulders and unceremoniously drop your whole self to sit on the ground. The night was young and the city was still quite alive with vendors and passers-by. You were catching the attention of quite a few people. "What are you doing?" The commander asks you. A few townsfolk averts their eyes. "M'tired." You mumble, shutting your eyes. Cahir asks you to get up but it falls to deaf ears. You were quickly falling asleep. The commander is left with no choice. The most noble commander of the Nilfgaardian army picks you up piggyback, your arms slotting over each of his shoulders, your trouser clad legs around his hips, and your face just right next to his ear. He huffs as he adjusts your weight on him, his hands supporting your backside and his posture leaning forward so you don't fall back. You grumble out a complaint at how you're being jostled. He chuckles. "You have no shame." Cahir jests. "Why should I be ashamed? No one knows me anyway." You sigh. "I'm not allowed at court, I'm the emperor's secret sister." You say, wrinkling your forehead at the abrupt movements of the man carrying you, concentrating to keep your supper inside your system. As if suddenly remembering, you quickly follow up: "but you cant tell anyone. Its a secret." Cahir's annoyance is replaced by adoration at your drunken giggling. "Sure. Aren't you ashamed for me? Commander of the guard, carrying a drunk woman around like this?" He asks again. He's rather chatty tonight, you note. "I think you should be ashamed of yourself if you want to. No one can force you." You answer, getting comfortable on Cahir and fitting your face on his neck. Cahir pauses feeling your lips on his skin. composing himself he then continues his march to the royal residence. A few moments of silence led Cahir to believe you've fallen asleep, possibly drooling on his clothes, until you speak up again, sounding a little more sober. "Sorry, for all this." "For what?" Cahir wanted to look at you in the eyes. "You're supposed to be looking for my niece, Cirilla, but you're here babysitting me." Cahir discerns the frown in your voice. "I'm not babysitting you. You're a grown woman." He defends. "Yeah. I just feel like Emhir should send you to more meaningful quests, not this." "Your brother didn't send me to fetch you. I came on my own." "Oh." Was all you could say at the moment. Thankfully, the night was cold enough that Cahir didn't even break a sweat carrying you from the tavern to the castle, but not freezing enough that you might catch a cold. The rest of the walk was quiet. You fought to keep your eyes open, observing the change in the scenarios, from the busy town to the castle garden, and eventually, the staircase to your chambers. "We're here." Cahir gently speaks. "Carry me up." You hold on tighter to him. Cahir smiles. He arrives at your door, skillfully balancing your weight on him while he fumbles with the knob, opening it eventually. He kicks it shut and marches toward your bed, placing you there with a gentleness that was hard to believe coming from the commander. "Why?" You ask, toeing your shoes off, scattering them on the bedroom floor and lifting the blankets to get comfortable. "Why what?" Cahir lingers at the foot of your bed, leaning on a bedpost. "Why did you come for me at the tavern?" "I was worried about you." Cahir answers like its the simplest thing in the world. "Thank you. I really like you, you know." You smile, eyes closed. Cahir couldn't keep his smile at bay. "Cahir?" You ask one more time. "Hmm?" "Do you want to know what happened to duke Morrison's pigs?" Now he's laughing. "Get some sleep, y/n." Cahir steps to the side of the bed, leaving a kiss on your forehead before he could stop himself. He realizes what he's done but it was too late. "Will you stay with me?" You ask, your soft palm touches Cahir's cheek which was frozen with shock just a few moments ago. Cahir stays until the early hours of sunrise before leaving to continue his duties to the emperor. His neck feels a little sore for sleeping on the couch across your bed but the comfort of being in the same room as you warmed his heart. Maybe when you're sober, he can let you know how he feels about you too.