#prompt fill: making caramel apples

[richonneevents]

Richonne Fictober 2024 Rules, Guidelines, & Calendar

Richonne Fictober 2024 is a 31 day challenge for fanfiction writers/creators to write/create and publish a Richonne-centric story or related content everyday for the month of October.

Fics should be between 100 and 5,000 words. Rick and Michonne must be the main pairing. Richonne is an interracial pairing, so be mindful of tropes and language that perpetuates racism and misogynoir. Rick is a canonically disabled character, so be mindful of using tropes and language that is ableist. Fanartists should be mindful of not whitewashing Michonne, Andre, and RJ in their pieces.

Please tag @richonneevents and use the tag: #richonnefictober24

Be sure to tag your prompt and which day you are filling.

In addition to Richonne-centric fanfiction, creators are encouraged to make fanart; playlists; edits; moodboards; rec lists; graphics; podfics; gifsets; photo sets; fanvids etc.

WEEK 1

Day 1: Making Caramel / Candy Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: “Pumpkin spice...what?!”

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

WEEK 2

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Bobbing for Apples

Day 8: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 9: Rainy Day

Day 10: Scarecrow

Day 11: Haunted Hayride / Haunted House

Day 12: Horror Movie Marathon

WEEK 3

Day 13: Jumping in A Leaf Pile

Day 14: Warm Apple Cider / Hot Chocolate etc

Day 15: Corn Maze

Day 16: By The Fire(place)

Day 17: Candles 

Day 18: Flannel

Day 19: Nestled Under Blankets

WEEK 4

Day 20: Festival 

Day 21: First Frost

Day 22: Kissing In The Rain

Day 23: Baking Pies

Day 24: Cemetery Stakeout 

Day 25: Black Cat

Day 26: Dead-End

WEEK 5

Day 27: Underneath The Sky

Day 28: Full Moon

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hello lovely!🤎 your picnic idea is seriously SOO cute!! can i get one from your prompt basket with fred weasley? i’ve been a fred girl since day 1 and he’s just so comforting to me😭 i loved your prompt- "I fall for you a little more every autumn."

love you so much!! mwah mwah mwah🫶🏽

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍

The crisp autumn air kissed your cheeks as you walked through the golden woods beside Fred Weasley. The leaves crunched beneath your feet, and the scent of pumpkin spice filled the air as the two of you made your way toward the Burrow. It was Fred's favorite time of year, and it wasn’t hard to see why. Autumn in Ottery St. Catchpole was absolutely magical.

“Oi, you’ve got a bit of leaf in your hair,” Fred teased, plucking a vibrant orange leaf from your head.

“Do I?” you raised an eyebrow, batting his hand away playfully. “Well, you’ve got… um, a freckle. Right there.” You pointed to his cheek, making him smirk.

“A freckle? How original!” Fred laughed, and the sound was infectious, lighting up your chest.

As the two of you continued walking, Fred pulled out a caramel apple from his pocket. “Fancy a taste?” he asked, holding it just out of reach as you tried to grab it.

“Fred! Where did you even—” You burst into laughter as he twirled it around you like it was a golden snitch.

“Ah, ah, ah! Only for the most deserving,” he grinned cheekily.

You rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically, “I guess that leaves me out, doesn’t it?”

Fred finally stopped his teasing and handed you the apple with a chuckle. “You, love, are always deserving,” he said, softer this time. His voice still had that playful edge, but there was something warm behind it, something that made your heart skip a beat.

Biting into the apple, you hummed in delight. The sweetness of the caramel mixed with the crispness of the apple was perfect. Fred watched you with an amused smile as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his shoulders relaxed but his eyes focused on you like you were the best part of the whole season.

As you both reached a clearing, the sight of the Burrow appeared, cozy and inviting in the distance, smoke billowing from the chimney. The trees surrounding the area were ablaze with shades of amber, scarlet, and gold.

Fred suddenly stopped walking, glancing up at the canopy of autumn leaves above you, then back down at you. “You know,” he started, his voice slightly quieter than before, “I think I fall for you a little more every autumn.”

Your eyes widened, surprised at his sudden seriousness. You felt warmth spread through your chest, despite the coolness of the autumn breeze. “Really? What is it about autumn that makes you fall for me?” you asked, trying to sound teasing but your voice betrayed you with its softness.

Fred reached up, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek. “Everything. The way you look in the middle of these colors, the way you always get a little too excited about pumpkin pie… how you complain about the cold but refuse to wear thicker socks. It’s like you come alive in autumn.”

You blinked up at him, feeling a mixture of affection and disbelief. “Fred Weasley, are you trying to be romantic right now?”

He shrugged with a mischievous grin. “Maybe. Am I succeeding?”

“You might be,” you teased back, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

“Good. ‘Cause I plan on falling for you next autumn too. And the one after that. And the one after that…” he trailed off, his grin widening.

You shook your head, laughing softly as you leaned into his side. “I think you’re stuck with me then, Weasley.”

Fred’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer as the two of you stood there, watching the last of the leaves fall from the trees.

“If being stuck with you means more autumns like this, then I’m more than okay with it,” he whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

The warmth of his words and the soft crackle of the leaves underfoot made you feel like maybe, just maybe, autumn had been made just for moments like this.

And as you both made your way toward the Burrow, you couldn’t help but think that Fred was right—there was something about autumn that made falling in love just a little bit sweeter.

thank you so much for requesting, shayy!! ilysm and i hope i lived up to what you wanted <33

[trulybetty]

october | 02 x apple scent

pairing: frankie x reader word count: 1,001 warnings: apples, meet-cutes, benny miller & as always unbeta'd summary: you and Frankie meet for the first time. ao3: linked

{ x. series masterlist }

author note: prompts are not in chronological order, the story is told throughout the life span of the relationship. once all are posted, I'll post a list of the prompts in chronological order.

02 x Apple Scent.

The smell of sticky toffee blended seamlessly with the scent of freshly picked apples, not too out of place given that it was an apple festival you’d been dragged to by Jess after work after being given little to no choice in the decision.

“You’ve got to try the apple pie! It’s to die for!” she’d exclaimed dragging you along the cobbled street. Lanterns hung overhead, casting a warm glow that matched the colours of the falling leaves. You tucked your hands deeper into your coat pockets, the crisp autumn air nipped at your cheeks. 

“Remind me again why I’m here?” you asked, sidestepping a couple trying to share a caramel apple.

She shot you a sly grin, “Because you love me and want to offer moral support.”

“Translation: you need a wing woman in case things go south.”

“Details, details,” she laughed nudging you playfully with her elbow, “Besides, Benny’s bringing a friend. Maybe he’s cute!” she exclaimed, the excitement on her face as the realization of the possible meet-cute this could be evident all on her face.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile as she practically bounced beside you now, “You owe me!”

As you approached the source of the baked apple scent that had lulled you through the crowds. The pie stand, its booth in the shape of a glossy red apple, and its sweet aroma now only intensified its efforts in making your mouth water. Jess purchased two slices, handing one to you, “See? Worth it already,” she said taking a bite.

You took a tentative taste, letting out a groan as the warm apple filling melted on your tongue, “Okay, I’ll admit it, this is amazing.”

“With that kind of endorsement, I might have to try a slice for myself,” came a voice from behind Jess. You looked up from your paper plate to see Jess enveloped in a hug by a tall, blonde man with a charming grin, “I’m Benny,” he said settling Jess back on her feet, his blue eyes twinkling as he reached out his hand to you. 

You shook his hand, amused by his enthusiasm as you told him your name, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“This here,” he said, gesturing to the man stepping up beside him, “is my buddy, Frankie. Frankie say hi!” 

Frankie offered a small smile, his dark eyes warm beneath the worn baseball cap he wore. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you replied, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious and not entirely sure why.

Jess and Benny quickly fell into animated conversation, leaving you and Frankie following behind.

“So, enjoying the festival?” you asked in an attempt to break the silence.

“Not too bad for a festival themed solely on apples,” he laughed softly, the sound causing a flutter in your chest. “It’s my first time here.”

“Same,” you admitted, “Jess insisted that I had to experience it.”

He gave you a smile, “Benny can be persuasive too.”

An awkward pause settled between you.

“So,” you cleared your throat, “what do you do?” you ventured, sure Jess had mentioned something about Benny's work but struggling to remember exactly what it was.

He hesitated. “Military.”

“Really? What branch?”

“Army,” he said simply.

You nodded, “What do you do in the Army?” you asked, trying to prolong the conversation in the hope of staving off further awkwardness of the situation you both found yourselves in. 

“Nothing too exciting,” he shrugged. “Just logistics.”

Before you could ask more, Benny turned around having overheard your conversation. “Don't let him fool you! There's not a plane or automobile this man here cannot operate.”

Frankie shot him a look. “Benny…”

“What? It's true!” Benny grinned mischievously.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So you're a pilot?”

Frankie rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “I fly sometimes.”

“He's being modest,” Benny continued. “Best pilot in the unit. Saved our asses more times than I can count.”

Frankie sighed but couldn't hide a small smile. “Benny likes to exaggerate too.”

“Well, I think it’s pretty impressive regardless,” you said genuinely.

“Thanks,” he replied, meeting your gaze briefly before looking away.

The rest of the evening passed in easy conversation between the four of you, and soon enough, you found yourself mentally thanking Jess for this unexpected outing. Benny’s laugh was infectious and had a knack for leading the conversation. Most of which concerned outings involving Frankie and the rest of their unit. Despite some of Frankie’s attempts to downplay his part in some of these antics you could tell he enjoyed it—or was at least tolerating it with good humour.

The evening ended with Benny insisting on walking both of you back to your car having picked up Jess on your way out from work. Once you reached your car parked under one of the scattered blossoms lining the street, it was time for goodbyes. Benny enveloped Jess in a warm hug first, whispering something that made her giggle into his ear. 

The drive home was filled with Jess’ excitement about Benny and the date the two of them had already planned. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she turned in her seat to look at you, “You two looked so cute together!” she gushed, “Did you give Frankie your number?”

You opened your mouth to respond then realised as you turned onto Jess’ street that you hadn’t. Neither had Frankie given you his. Disappointment awash Jess was sympathetic but optimistic as she spoke to you through the passenger window after you’d dropped her off, “Who knows, it’s obvious you two hit it off.”

You were in the office two days later, your eyes glossed over from dry corporate documents needing your stamp of approval when your phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, and thankful for the distraction, you unlocked your phone to read:

‘Hope this is okay, but I asked Benny to get me your number.’

Followed by a second message soon after.

‘It’s Frankie by the way.’

[hawaiifiveohana]

H50 Birthday Fic Challenge!!

*inspired by Navy and Roos Sunday Challenge

🧁🧁🧁Danny's b-day is August 23rd. Scott's is also August 23rd and Alex's is August 24th. Which means we are having a bake off!🧁🧁🧁

Thats right, we're making cakes for the boy's birthdays!!!🎂🎂🎂 (there will also be two other b-day challenges: bingo and prompt fills). Pick a cake, add some frosting--and maybe a topping or two-- then share the results! and yes, art or vid can also be used to make a cake🍰!

🍰Dark chocolate: A character's secret is revealed.

🍰Strawberry: The sweetness of a childhood friends AU.

🍰Lemon: A tangy mermen/were AU.

🍰Red velvet: Store/shop AU. Coffee shop, bakery, tattoo parlor, etc.

🍰German chocolate: Stranded/locked in together!

🍰Vanilla: There's only one bed.

🍰Coconut: Rare pair.

🍰Carrot: Pining or unrequited love.

🍰Apple: School/University teacher AU.

🍰Old-Fashion Cream: Historical AU.

*frosting and toppings are optional, you do not need to use one.

Frosting:

🧁French Buttercream: Fake dating/undercover marriage

🧁Swiss Meringue: Found Family.

🧁Chocolate Ganache: Misunderstanding.

🧁Cream Cheese: Sexy times.

🧁 Vanilla: Domestic Fluff/daily routines.

🧁 Whipped Cream: Whump/hurt and comfort.

Toppings:

🥄Cherries: Meet-cute.

🥄Sprinkles: Day at the beach/ocean.

🥄Rasberries: Kisses.

🥄Cookie Crumbles: Flashback.

🥄Pineapple: Hawai'an culture.

🥄Toasted Almonds: Angst.

🥄 Cake Crumbles: Lingerie/underwear.

🥄Caramel: Drunk/delirious/not in their right mind.

🥄Bananas and nuts: Crack fic.

[arctosv]

Hauntober Prompt 4: Candy Apples

An Apple a Day

“The last thing I want to do today is end up in the hospital due to your cooking Chris.” A voice says from around the corner as a camera enters a brightly lit kitchen filled with various bowls and ingredients strewn about. Two friends can be seen helping each other with a recipe.

“Jon, please tell Griff my food isn’t going to kill her. I’m not a bad cook!” Chris exclaims in disbelief at his friend's concern as he continues heating up caramel squares in a microwave.

Griff stares directly into the camera with an apprehensive look on her face and just shakes her head in disbelief at Chris’s baking technique.

“Don’t worry I have poison control on speed dial.” Jon assures her from behind the camera half-jokingly. Zooming in on Chris removing the bowl from the microwave he watches as Chris sticks his finger into the heated caramel to tell how hot it is before reeling it back in pain, eliciting a disappointed sigh from Jon. “Griff please make sure Chris doesn’t burn himself again.” Jon pleads as Griff resumes helping Chris.

“You washed these apples off first, right?” Griff asks as she picks up one and looks over to Chris as he shakes his head no. “How old are you again? Because last time I checked you should be the age that you wash off your fruit before eating it.” She lectures him as he continues on with his recipe.

“I rinse off my fruit normally, but the hot caramel will just burn off the bad stuff, it’s like thermodynamics, it’s fine.” Chris explains as he takes the now skewered apple from Griff and dips it into the caramel, eliciting a laugh from Jon as Griff covers her face and mutters under her breath about Chris not knowing what he’s talking about.

“So Griff, you have your will all figured out right? Just wanted to make sure in case anything happens.” Jon teases as he’s pushed backwards out of the kitchen as the camera is abruptly cut off.

A short while later the camera is turned back on as it gets a close up of Chris’s now finished caramel apples. Their appearance resembles that of a typical caramel apple, the only difference being several large chunks of un-melted caramel and bits of sea salt scattered across the surface.

“All things considered I’ll give some props to Chris, it resembles the typical appearance of a caramel apple mostly and the sea salt isn’t that weird of a choice. Now for the taste test.” Griff gestures towards the sticky dessert as she takes a bite out of one as Chris quietly eats his own in the background. She chews it for a moment as a look of surprise spreads across her face. “This is actually really good, like no offense Chris, but I would genuinely finish eating this.” She exclaimed looking over to Jon in disbelief at her own words.

“I told you I know how to cook.” Chris states between mouthfuls.

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[avocado-writing]

Kinktober #31

a/n: we did it! we made it through kinktober. thanks to everyone who has read & reblogged my work, I am giving all of you a caramel apple and a kiss on the forehead 😘❤️ this prompt was partly fleshed out by @double-hoe-seven who is wonderful💕

@venusthepirate @lady-jane3 @lunarpansexual @bratdoll666 @tangerinesgf @white-wolf-buckaroo @zuzusoo @earth-elemental18 @northerngalxy @underratedboogeyman @basementsoup @insanitia @tommysproperty @felhomaly @malar-region (also tagging from the original post about this: @peqchsoup @nightmarefeast @apieceoffabulousshit@sgrantsgf @basichextechml @kyleehggf)

31) Free Choice - Breeding Kink 

For a while now, Tangerine has been having… thoughts about you. 

Well, to be fair, he has lots of thoughts about you. Thinking about pilfering something for you on a mission to bring back, show that you were on his mind. Lying in bed when he misses you and wondering how he got so lucky to have someone as wonderful as you in his life. Pondering what you might be up to at home, while he’s away doing dirty jobs for a big payday. 

And, of course, the… other thoughts. 

The ones where you’re spread out on your back, like a fucking waiting feast for him to indulge in. His name falling from your lips like a prayer. When he watches his spend drip out of your cunt and it turns him on so much he gets hard again. 

He likes coming inside of you. But lately he’s been thinking more about it. 

Tangerine, put simply, wants to fuck a baby into you. 

The two of you have batted around the idea of him retiring for a little while now. After the incident in Tokyo, Tangerine has realised just how precious life can be, and he wants to spend more of it with you, and not gallivanting about across the world. And one of the things that discussion has led to is the idea of having a baby.

And Tangerine really, really wants to do the baby-making part. He wants to watch you swell with what he’s done to you, grow over the course of nine months. He wants to be able to take part in the making of a new life. 

So you decided to get some… attempts in.

And good Lord, the two of you have been at it like rabbits.

“You want me to fill you up, gorgeous? Hmm?”

You’re laying on your back, hips propped up by a couple of thick pillows to keep every load he releases inside of you. The bedroom has become an altar where he worships your body with his, keeping you strung out on a cloud of pleasure. Slowly he drags his cock out of you and slams it home, eking a raspy cry of joy from your lips. 

Over the course of the day he’s come in you three times; he’s going for a fourth. As he fucks you he can see the sight of his previous releases covering his cock, mixed in with your own slick. He can imagine it coating your pussy, overflowing from the lips of your cunt, finding a way to take inside.

He’ll keep pumping you full until he’s certain you’re expecting.

“Tan…” your hand reaches blindly for his. He’s lost count of how many times he’s made you orgasm during these proceedings. Well, it’s no fun if you’re not enjoying it too, is it? He threads his fingers with yours and holds onto them tight, making sure even through the foggy cloud of euphoria around your brain you know that he’s here.

“Yes, love?”

You look up at him with wide, adoring doe-eyes, almost brimming with tears because you’re so overstimulated.

“Put a baby in me.”

Well, fuck, when you ask so nicely, he can’t deny you, can he?

Tangerine picks up the pace, using his free hand to come around and start toying with your clit. You cry out and buck up into his hips.

“Oh, God, Tan, it’s… it’s…”

He knows the words ‘too much’ are brimming on your lips.

“You can take it,” he says, gruffly, and you mewl in response. Tangerine stretches out over you, allowing you to admire the lean, long line of his muscles, the way his abdomen moves as he fucks into you, and presses his mouth against yours for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips. He enjoys warming you up with his mouth each time before he goes, tasting a little of his own spend as he does to remind himself that he’s marked his territory in your cunt.

His lips slide against yours erratically, sloppily. His facial hair is wet from the amount of times you’ve come on it. 

“You’re such a good girl, hm? Perfect little pussy taking what I give you,” he speaks against your mouth which is agape with ecstasy, “You going to have a baby, darling? Our baby?”

A couple more rough thrusts and the combined feeling of his hand and pelvis pressing up against your clit is enough to make you come once more. You practically shriek with the effort of it, as he wrenches one more orgasm out of your spent body. As he feels you contract around him Tangerine looks down, watching the way you squirt out of your pretty cunt and totally drench his cock. Once, twice, and he’s done - covering your pulsating walls with his come once again.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath. Sweat drips from Tangerine’s body onto yours, yet another filthy sight of what you’ve been doing. Quickly he makes sure the pillows are properly propping up your hips so when he moves, nothing will be lost.

You hiss as Tangerine pulls out. His dick is coated in both his own release and yours. A couple of drops roll down your fucked-out, puffy cunt, but he gathers them with his fingers and gently presses them back inside. You cry out at the feeling of being full again, but he quietly shushes you.

“You’re alright, love. You can take it.”

You sigh, content, and carefully Tangerine takes his hand away. You’re stuffed full, pussy glistening from the effort of today.

“I’ll get you some water,” Tangerine says, reaching over to press a loving kiss to your forehead, stroke your hair a little. You hum in contentment; you’re too blissed out to form words. He doesn’t like to leave you long so the trip to the kitchen is a quick one, just to grab some bottles from the fridge - and, as an added thought, a bag of crisps in case you’re hungry.

Your breathing has calmed from the exerted pants you were only capable of earlier when he comes back. You have a hand cradling your abdomen as if you’re already caring for a child you might have in you. When you notice Tangerine has returned, you gratefully take the water he offers you, gulping down a third of the bottle in one.

“You alright?”

You nod. Some of your hair has stuck to your forehead, and Tangerine thinks you look like a fucking angel.

“I’m alright.” A beat. “Give me a few and we can go again.”

Fuck, he loves you. He loves that you want this as much as he does, and you’re willing to ride the waves of it with him to see it through. He tells you as much, nuzzling his face into the warm soft skin of your neck. You chuckle and card your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too, Tan.”

[chuuyrr]

chu what do you think of a scenario where baby fushiguiro meets the ghost of oda who has not yet passed to the other side because he wants to tell dazai how proud he is of him, so baby fushiguiro comes up with the idea of ​​using his chaos magic to do that dazai can see and hear oda so that they have their reunion and their final farewell (if you like the stage you can make a request, I hope you have a nice day ♥♥♥)

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets oda sakunosuke

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for bungou stray dogs, themes of angst and fluff, mentions of scarlet witch's powers

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader, dazai osamu x oda sakunosuke (not romantically)

hello dear! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient. oh, to have had something like this for dazai and oda :( it's a good thing i have the power to make requests into a reality like the scarlet witch :) enjoy reading ♡

(p.s. i wasn't really planning to update today or tonight?? idk it's like 1am as of the moment. whatever was in that hazelnut caramel mocha iced coffee earlier, it gave me to motivation to finish this draft ><)

it was unexpected when you first met oda sakunosuke. when you arrived at dazai's location in ginza, you found him there by himself in a bar. it was smaller than the bar where you first met chuuya. it had an interior resembling a quiet, unassuming badger's nest, filled with a counter, stools, empty bottles stacked against the wall, and a bartender with a crimson vest.

"dazai-nii!"

you can still remember running up to him and being a little taken aback by how weirdly quiet and solemn he was in comparison to how you usually see him. dazai was perched on one of the stools, appearing to be lost in thought, when he heard your voice and turned to face you. at that moment, his expression changed and whatever thoughts you had overheard vanished.

"[name]-chan?"

dazai was initially astonished, too, but he was delighted to see you as always. why would he not? you were a ray of sunshine. he grinned softly and reached out to stroke your hair as you clung to his leg, saying, "god, we really need to stop running into each other in bars, little belladonna."

"this isn't a really good place. remember? a bar isn't really a place for children like yo—dazai said, but before he could finish, you sprinted past him and over to his side.

"iced tea!" you cried out enthusiastically, standing on the tip of your toes to reach for the glass with burgundy liquid when a ghostly hand took hold of it, prompting you to halt.

"NO! NO! NO!"

as he swiftly snatched you back into his arms and held you tenderly but firmly in his hug, dazai let out a loud, almost panicked gasp. "your chuuya-nii is going to get mad at me if you drink it! that's not iced tea [name]-chan! it's alcohol!"

you then turned to face the tall man who was now occupying the ostensibly vacant stool next to dazai. he had dark-brown eyes and reddish-colored hair. your eyes widened as you noticed that, in terms of the energy you could feel and the faint glow that can be seen surrounding him, he sort of resembles the ghost with a man-bun that you'd see around gojo and your house, which could only mean one thing.

this man, whoever he was, was a ghost.

dazai, however, had already started taking you away from the bar before you had a chance to react. "come on, [name]-chan! let's go to the agency instead, yeah? i'll buy you some apple juice on the way too."

as the two of you made your way upstairs, you blinked profusely as you peered over dazai's shoulder and waved your hand goodbye. dazai softly laughed at you. "[name]-chan, are you saying goodbye to mister bartender?"

if only dazai knew that you were actually saying farewell to the tall man sitting next to the dazai that day instead of the bartender behind the bar table.

apart from cursed spirits, seeing the dead had always been a part of your life; you were so sensitive to energies and such that ghosts were also not an exception to your powers and abilities as a witch. fortunately, when you came upon one, you weren't as alarmed. in fact, you enjoyed chatting to them for some reason, or at least tried to, but every time you did, gojo or whoever else you were with would become frightened because there was essentially no one else around.

you're constantly drawn to ghosts out of curiosity, so being terrified of one was basically the last thing on your list. thus, after learning more about the tall man you kept seeing around your dazai-nii, you decided to follow him.

"[name]-chan! guess what atsushi-kun and i got you? it's your favorite ice crea—[name]?" along with atsushi, dazai specifically left you at the agency to buy some sweets. when he returned, he was shocked to see the other detectives panicked, including the tanizaki siblings and kirako, and god why did ranpo had to be away along with the president?

"[name]-chan's missing!" in a panic, junichiro cried while grabbing the sides of his head.

"what?!" atsushi and dazai screamed in unison.

"we already checked the café downstairs, she wasn't there either." kirako nibbled on her bottom lip nervously as she held a worrisome look along with naomi.

"tch, this is bad. [name] probably teleported to who knows where. this isn't her world. what if she runs into the mafia? or worse?!" kunikida stressed out.

you managed to reach the man from the bar where you almost drank the glass of alcohol on the bar table while the armed detective agency frantically searched for you, dropping their reports and other duties. you were in a spot with rows of gravestones close to the water when you saw one in particular: a gravestone nestled beneath a tree.

someone was there. he was there.

you sprinted up the stairs and dashed.

"it's you." his voice was husky and somewhat reminiscent of sukuna's, but he seemed to be a lot softer; calm and collected, as opposed to sukuna. (if you get it, you get it ♡)

he had one leg raised to support his arm, which was resting on top of his knee, and was seated on the ground with his back against the gravestone. you approached him and softly grinned. "hello."

"how did you find me?" he gave you a surprised look as he stared at you.

"i.. i'm not sure." you admitted, fiddling the ends of your shirt. "i just.. had a feeling i'd find you here mister ghost." you exclaimed.

"is this your ability, kid? you can see ghosts, huh?" despite the solemn expression on his face, a chuckle sprung from his throat as his eyes turned to look at you with fondness.

"it's one of the things i can do with my wiggly-woos magic. i can see curses too, but this world doesn't have curses." you said in addition, now taking a sit next to him on the floor.

"this world? you must have really come from another universe then." he commented, shrugging his shoulders. "i had a feeling you're not really related to dazai. you don't look like him, even if you call him your brother."

"i just like calling him my dazai-nii." you giggled in response, "my name's actually fushiguro [name]."

"fushiguro [name]." oda repeated, which you nodded your head at in response.

"what about you, mister? how do you know dazai-nii?" you asked with big, curious, round eyes looking up at him. "what's your name?"

"my name's oda, oda sakunosuke, but your dazai-nii calls me odasaku for short. " he answered in response, blinking, "i used to drink with dazai and a friend at the bar where you saw me."

"odasaku sounds cute." you giggled once again, very fond of the nickname before asking him another question. "was dazai-nii your friend?"

oda's lips glistened with a smile at your question. "he was. we were good friends," he said, but the expression on his face made you frown. despite being a child, you were quite perceptive. oda was clearly thinking about something, and you couldn't help but quietly gasp as you peered inside his head.

it was a memory. to be precise, oda's last. when you first saw dazai, he was wearing a black coat and had bandages covering his right eye as well as his neck and arms. the way he was dressed reminded you of chuuya. however, he appeared to be much younger, roughly the same age as megumi and yuuji.

"dazai-nii used to be at the mafia?"

upon seeing the reveal, your eyes widened as you took in the scene that was taking place inside of oda's thoughts. oda was already on the brink of death when dazai arrived, and it was too late.

"listen. you told me if you put yourself in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might be able to reason to live. you won't find it. you should know that. whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your expectations will happen. nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. you will wander in the darkness for eternity."

oda was encouraging dazai to leave the mafia and do good rather than cause harm in his final minutes before he passed away.

"be on the side that saves people. if both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. save the weak, protect the orphaned. you might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but... saving others is something just a bit wonderful."

using your chaos magic, you were able to perceive the prior scene as if you had been there at that very moment, heightening the emotional impact for you. your heart clenched at the eerie calm and the amount of red and visible dust from the enormous ray of light filling the space.

you bit your bottom lip, trying not to cry as you stopped reading into his thoughts because you didn't want to watch the light leave his eyes. it was too painful for you to see.

oda let out a long sigh, a frown deepening on his face as he hung his head, "i hope he knows how proud i am of him. that boy has come a long way, you know. he's a person who has grown tired of the world, but he tries.."

"stop that." oda looked at you with a baffled and concerned expression as you sniffled and shook your head at him, wiping away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. "don't say those words to me."

"s-sorry, kid. i didn't mean to make you cry—oda started, feeling bad about watching you cry, but you interrupted him right away. you shook your head, replacing the look of grief and sympathy on your face with one of determination and a bright smile as you faced him.

"i want you to say that to him yourself!"

right on cue, dazai was now running to where you were at a breakneck speed after finally figuring out where you went. before you could react further, the brunet stooped down to your level and quickly snatched you up in his arms. dazai tightly hugged you while burying his face in your hair, clearly terrified of losing you like that and heaving a sigh of relief.

"[name]-chan! there you are! thank goodness you're okay. you had us worried sick." dazai breathed out in between his gasps of air from running, managing a laugh, as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck in return.

he then gently cupped your face in his larger hand as he drew you away from him. you saw dazai's eyes drift to the gravestone where oda had been reclining before and ask, "what are you doing here? how did you even get here? this place is not a playground; this is a cemetery, [name]."

"i can see ghosts." you exclaimed, causing dazai's eyes to widen. "and odasaku wants to tell you something."

"odasaku?"

as he said the name of his old acquaintance, dazai's eyes grew even wider. "he's here?" in addition to the grief that goes along with it, you could also sense the longing and desperation in his tone.

you turned around to look at oda, who shared dazai's expression of surprise. after that, you hung your head, took a deep breath, and then locked and interlocked your fingers while closing your eyes. the environment around you, including them, had been entirely enveloped by your chaos magic.

dazai was rendered completely speechless as soon as the dazzling red light of your power vanished. oda sakunosuke was standing next to you at this very instant. dazai was finally catching a glimpse of the ghost you had been describing and hearing about. so this is what you meant when you said that you could see ghosts because of your chaos magic.

oda's dark-brown eyes glancing at you briefly, evidently confused and astounded. "he can... see me?"

"and hear you too, but only in this space i made with my wiggly-woos." you explained before giving oda a closed-eye smile. "i mean it when i told you to tell him what you told me yourself."

oda nodded at you, peering at you with a smile before turning his head towards him.

he began, "dazai."

"odasaku." dazai's lips trembled as he appeared to be at a loss for words.

but since everything happened so suddenly, neither of you could blame him. even with his keen intellect, dazai failed to predict this one. he only deduced that you had fled to the cemetery. he didn't quite anticipate you to pull off this stunt with your chaos magic, as well as for you to know or find out about oda.

"it's been a while, huh?" oda shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. "i'm as surprised as you are. i didn't think this would be possible either."

"[name]-chan's full of surprises, isn't she?" when dazai reached out to gently ruffle your hair and you smiled happily at him, he stifled a fit of laughter. "speaking of which, she said that you wanted to tell me something earlier. what is it?"

"i'm proud of you, dazai."

oda wasted no time in saying, "you've changed and you've certainly come so far. i'm more than glad to see you grow into a fine young man and carve yourself a brighter path, something i've always wanted to achieve."

"odasaku.. thank you.." those words along with oda's voice were things dazai needed right now. "you were right about everything. saving others is truly something just a bit wonderful."

"you're doing a great job, and i know you'll do even more better." oda said reassurance, smiling. "i just know it, after all, i'm your friend, and i will always be, dazai. i'm glad to be able to talk with you like this before i go."

together with the mini-hex you encased you and them within, your chaos magic was losing its hold on oda. you raised your head to face him. time was running out. oda's wish to talk with dazai has been granted, thus he can depart this world now without anything holding him back.

"odasaku-san.." you tried to grab his wrist, a frown deepening on your face. sure, you've only recently started getting to know him, but..

you couldn't help but feel tears prick and glaze your red-glowing eyes once more as you felt his ghost of a hand pat your head, it was cold, but comforting. "[name], thank you for making my wish come true. if it weren't for you, i wouldn't be able to tell dazai himself. you're a blessing, kid, but could you, at the very least, do me another favor?

"what's that?" your tears trickled into sniffles.

"watch over your dazai-nii for me." oda proceeded to ruffle your hair. "okay?"

you nodded your head, "yes! i'll do my best, odasaku-san. i promise i will!"

"i'm supposed to be the one watching over [name]-chan, you know." dazai shook his head, chuckling softly.

"right, right." oda shook his shoulders and grinned at dazai as he sauntered forward to embrace him with his ghostly arms. "it's time for me to go, now. don't come following me sooner, okay? you still have a lot to live for, dazai."

"i won't." dazai nodded his head, basking in the comforting cold embrace of his friend.

the mini hex you had up begun to fall down right then. you saw as oda's ghostly form gradually changed into tiny red glow specks that resembled stardust created by your chaos magic. after so many years, oda finally passed, leaving you and dazai behind, with the coolness of his ghostly touch still clinging to you both and eventually, the sanguine red that had been engulfing the grave beneath the tree entirely disappeared.

after that, you found yourself collapsing, knees first, causing dazai to rush to your aid before your face impacted the ground. he picked you up, held you in his arms, and asked, "[name]-chan! are you okay? hey, what's wrong?" while gently shaking you.

"sorry, dazai-nii. i feel a bit tired." you admitted, taking in a deep breath as you felt your now heavy eyes begin to droop. "i haven't really done that before, but i really wanted you to see and hear oda-san."

dazai held you in his arms as he stood up on his feet and said, "no, i'm sorry. i should be the one apologizing. it's okay now. it's going to be okay. we're going back to the agency." he pressed you up against his chest.

you pulled away from him just enough to face dazai and laid a hand on his cheek with the last of your remaining strength as you voiced out tiredly, "you looked so sad back at that bar-place, and your thoughts were sad too. i wanted to make you smile, so when odasaku-san said you were good friends, i just knew he meant a lot to you—just as much how my daddy means to me."

you closed your eyes as dazai's eyes widened, feeling a wave of tiredness sweep over your body as you said those words. fresh, hot tears started to well up in dazai's eyes. how could you, of all people, care so much for him? he was moved to tears by the warmth and empathy he felt. he had never before felt this much love.

dazai has always felt hollow and has never seen the point in continuing to live in this world. he therefore tried looking for a purpose to live in death, but as he glanced down you as you were snuggled in his arms and sleeping away, he realized he had found another reason to live.

it was no surprise that oda adopted those children following the events of the dragon's head conflict. he found it strange when he was younger, when he was still in the mafia, but not until you came into his life. you weren't his biological little sister or daughter, but just seeing you and having you around made him happy. even though he only knew you for a short time, it felt like an eternity to him. he had learned what it was like to unconditionally care and love. it was the same feeling you gave gojo satoru when he first saw you and took custody of you, and now dazai osamu has it as well.

as tears streamed down his cheeks, dazai drew you back into his embrace, allowing your peacefully snoring figure to slump over his shoulder and sink deeper into his arms.

"thank you, [name]-chan. thank you. just thank you." he voiced out in between his sniffles.

odasaku was right about you being a blessing.

[kitkatd7]

Tempt Me, Pet

Summary: You’re at a Halloween party and Loki gets a little hot and bothered by your costume ;)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+ ONLY) Oral sex (M receiving) slight fingering (m & f receiving?) slight daddy kink, smut, name-calling, light choking, cursing. Please if any of these things bother you do not read this story.

Word Count: 2412

A/N: I wrote this last year but never finished it until today :/ Sorry if it's terrible.

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Waltzing into Tony’s Halloween party, your arm linked with Loki’s, you can’t help but smile. Who doesn’t love Halloween? Well, besides Loki, (who refuses to dress up despite your prompting) but he doesn’t count. He seems to think it’s a ridiculous mortal holiday, and he finds the entire idea of ghosts and zombies completely unrealistic- which seems a little ironic considering the worlds’ you live in are full of witches and magic- but all of that just means more candy for you so you don’t push the issue. 

Tony went all out, as usual. The chandeliers are covered in skeletons and spiderwebs that stray from one to another and travel down the back of the stage at the far end of the room. The bar is topped with glasses: shots, wine, margaritas, hurricanes, and every other mixed drink that exists all have witches, wizards, and monsters of the night painted on them eerily. Behind the bar, all of Tony’s extravagant bottles of liquor are aglow with neon pinks, greens, blues, and every other color that can have a neon version of it. He must have lights under the bottles to make the drinks glow, you think. More neon pink and yellow lights bathe the room in spooky waves that swish from side to side and cast strange shadows. 

Giant tables line the walls, complete with cauldrons of spiked punch, candy apples dipped in red caramel that looks like blood, mini coffins filled with every sort of candy, and all other sorts of scary foods.

You’re dressed to the T in a pirate costume Wanda helped you design and put together, complete with the makeup you did yourself. You’re really quite proud of this costume, it might be your best one yet. Loki hadn’t dressed up at all and still looked twice as good as you, in your opinion, but by the glint in his eye as his gaze raked your body you could tell he wasn’t of the same opinion. “Love you really shouldn’t wear such provocative costumes,” he whispered close to your ear, making you shiver, “I don’t like everyone in here staring at what belongs to me.” 

“I think you just don’t like how I tease you with my ‘provocative costumes’ when we’re in public,” you mimic, a smirk lighting your lips as you tilt your chin to look at him fully, your breasts on full display for him. He pulls his eyes from the show your putting on, looking for Thor in Tony’s crowded party room. “Don’t test me, pet,” he growls, his hand resting on your lower back as he guides both of you towards Thor, Sam, Steve, and Natasha. 

As you near them you smile playfully, you lean up on your toes (still slightly shorter than him despite your high heels) to whisper in his ear. “Yes daddy,” you breathe, shooting him a doe-eyed look which he responds to with a warning glare. You leave his side momentarily to hug each of them in turn, stopping when you get to Sam to admire his childish Winnie The Pooh costume. “Oh my god, Sam,” you laugh, “Your costume is amazing! If only you had Tigger with you,” you joke, giggling as you return to Loki’s side as his arm wraps possessively around you, his warm hand landing on your hip.

 You shoot him a small smile before turning back to Sam as he laughs excitedly. “Oh but I do!” Sam smiles his signature dazzling flash of teeth that’s so contagious you can’t help but smile back. He gestures to someone you can’t see at the bar, yelling over the music, “Bucky! Come over here!”

“No wayy!” you exclaim, laughing as you scan the crowd for Bucky’s large frame, which appears moments later, dressed in a slightly askew Tigger costume complete with a hood that he’s scowling under as you all double over in laughter, the scene even prompting a chuckle out of Loki.

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky grouches, slugging Steve in the shoulder. “I hate you so much,” Bucky grumbles at no one in particular, you can only assume it was directed at Sam or Steve.

“You look great, Buck,” you laugh, humor dancing in your eyes. 

“Your lucky I like you, doll. Otherwise, I’d treat you like I do Steve.”

“Awe but how could you do that to me, Buck? You wouldn’t treat a lady like that would you?” You feign offense, doing your best to look smaller and batting your eyelashes innocently. 

Something about that look on your face right there gets to Loki. Something he can’t place. Whether it’s your plump lower lip sticking out slightly or your gorgeously enrapturing eyes, your low-cut blouse or your delicately furrowed brow, or all of the above- something about you in this moment sends a wave of love and a tsunami of want through him that he does his best to hide. 

Bucky chuckles and everyone continues mingling and laughing, but when you look up at Loki his features are unreadable. With a quizzical expression and a soft, “is everything okay, baby?” your hand lights on his chest as you lean into him. He can’t help but wonder how you can make it feel like you’re totally alone together, even in a room of several hundred people. Regardless of how you do it, it makes him love you all the more. Because while you're standing there in your deliciously scandalous, tempting outfit that shows your desirable and dangerous edge both so well, you have the nerve to be worried about his emotions. And to him that is everything; that you could be everything a man, or god, could ever ask for, and still try to be better, even if you don’t realize you're doing it. This feeling he isn’t used to sweeps through his icy veins and sends a blush to his cheeks, and before you can say a word he’s pulled you behind a pillar and kissed you breathlessly. A kiss that’s desperate but acts as if it has all the time in the world. The sort that’s fiery in the moment and lingers warmly on your lips for days.  

“I love you,” he murmurs, peppering kisses down your neck, “so much.”

“I love you too,” you giggle, pulling him back up to your lips. “But what’s gotten into you?” you laugh, amused by his sudden display of affection. 

“I don’t know darling,” he confesses, his body lean and strong against your soft, pliant skin, your back pressed into the cool granite pillar. “But whatever it is I’d quite like to explore it away from prying eyes.” 

“But we just got here,” you giggle, glancing up at him through mascara-coated lashes. “We can’t ditch Tony’s party before it’s even really begun.”

“I assure you, my love, his party is nothing compared to the night I’ll give you,” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your pulse point as your eyes flutter shut. 

You nod, fingers tangling in his raven locks as he continues his sweet assault on your quickly warming skin. “Okay,” you breathe, your voice nearly inaudible in your want. 

You feel the smirk form against your throat as he rises, a knowing look glinting in his eyes as you grab his hand and begin winding towards the elevator.

You both stand inside, inches apart as the elevator doors begin to slide closed, neither of you touching but feeling the heat of the other's skin. As soon as the doors’ closed mostly he’s on you, backing you against the wall hungrily, his hands exploring your hips and sides as if for the first time. He’s gentle, his fingers caressing your skin through the thin material of your shirt in a way that makes you gasp; drowning in the most delicious way possible. 

Where his fingers are soft, his lips are fierce as you both fight for control, until you give in and he starts leaving battle scars down your throat and chest that you’ll remember tomorrow. You whine his name- a sound that would have embarrassed you if you could have heard it over the blood pounding in your ears. 

The resounding ding as you reach your floor pulls you both from each other as you make your way down the hallway and into his room, nearly dignified in action until the door closes behind you and you find yourself against another wall.

“Say my name again, pet,” he orders, a gruff tone edging his voice as his fingers dip lower, beginning to work your belt and corset off. 

“Loki,” you sing, tugging your fingers through his hair roughly before attaching your lips to his throat, leaving a love map down to his collar bone, your hands beginning to undo his outer garments. 

He grunts in pleasure, his corded thigh landing between your legs and applying pressure to your thoroughly wet core. “Again,” he orders as you grind pathetically against him.

Your head bangs against the wall but the ache between your legs blocks the pain out as your eyes shut tightly. “Fuck… daddy,” you moan, eyes wide with shock as the words slipped from your lips. You had only ever called him that playfully, never like this. He smirks down at you knowingly. “That’s new, kitten. Don’t be shy, my love. I quite like it.” He growls, teeth nipping at the hollow of your throat gently. 

You let out a whimper, bucking your hips against him as your blouse disappears, revealing you to his hungry lips. He fondles one breast in his hand while he assaults your other nipple with his hot tongue, lathing over it slowly before grazing it with his teeth, only to repeat the process to the other and drive you slowly insane with the cold burn that goes straight to your core. 

“Fuck, I need you,” you hum, hand traveling lower to palm his hard length through his trousers. You delight in the sinful moan that leaves his devilish lips and he magics away the rest of your clothes. His eyes rake over you, not neglecting to worship any part of you with his searing gaze. You take advantage of his slightly star-struck daze, switching your positions quickly and forcing him against the wall. He moves as if to correct you but you wrap your fingers around his wrists delicately, your soft stare stopping his movements as he relaxes against you, giving you control for the moment. You guide his hands to your lower back, caging yourself against his body before resting your hands on his shoulders, leaning in to connect your lips in a slow, open-mouthed kiss. His hands travel further, fondling your ass gently and pulling you flush against his chest. You lean away ever so slightly, beginning to unbutton his black shirt slowly; your fingertips brushing his burning skin teasingly. You untuck his shirt, reconnecting your lips as your fingers dip under the hem, grazing the skin just above his trousers sweetly. He’s getting impatient but you can’t resist making him wait a little longer, dancing along the seam and top of the button before stilling as he lets out a frustrated hum. 

“Don’t stop,” he growls, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat gently, squeezing just enough to slow your air supply. You whimper in pleasure, eyes shutting but not making any effort to move. Expecting some form of retaliation, you gasp slightly when suddenly his naked form is pressed against you, his skin overheated and overwhelming, but not unwelcome.

Your hand lowers to wrap around his girth tantalizingly, earning a shiver and a groan from his devilish lips. His head falls to your shoulder as you begin to stroke him slowly. He nips harshly at your collarbone, breaking the skin before soothing it with his tongue, much as he did to your nipples which are still tingling from overstimulation. You brush your thumb over his tip slowly, smearing the pre-cum over his entire length, receiving another moan in reward. 

Kissing your way down his beautifully crafted body you drop to your knees, your free hand resting on his well-corded thigh as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide. “I know you promised me a good time,” you hum, planting sloppy kisses down his shaft slowly as he watches, muscles flexing beneath your fingertips. “But first I want to make you feel good,” you whisper, making your way back up to his tip before kitten licking his slit several times as his hands find purchase in your hair. 

You lock your gaze with his, lapping some of his pre-cum into your mouth before spitting it back onto his aching cock filthily, your fingers fondling his balls gently in contrast. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls as you take him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly. “Such a dirty little whore wrapped around my cock.” 

You moan around his length, drawing a string of curses from his lips as his hips buck.

“Bet your cunts soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet, pet…” He muses, fingers tightening around strands of your hair as you attempt to nod your head. 

“Touch yourself- that’s it, good girl,” he praises as you dip your fingers past your entrance easily, grinding down, desperate, the heel of your hand pressing against your throbbing clit. You let out a pathetic whimper as he forces himself further down your throat, tears stinging the back of your eyes as pain and pleasure blur together. 

He loosens his hold on you and you pull back, a quiet pop sounding as your lips leave him. 

“Show me. Show me how wet you are,” he murmurs, a rumble forming in his throat as you pull your fingers out from between your legs and hold them up for him to see. “Fuck. Such a good little slut,” he muses as he observes the mess you made. “Such a whore for daddy,” he continues as you suck your fingers clean, his eyes glinting in the nearly dark room. You start to return your hand to your pussy but find it stuck to his thigh against your will. You glare at him pleadingly, eyes wanting. He tuts knowingly, guiding your face back towards his member until you’re centimeters away. He thrusts back into your mouth harshly, setting a deep, slow rhythm that has you trying not to gag around his enormous cock. 

“You haven’t earned your pleasure yet, pet. You have to keep your promise first.”

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[sereisstuff]

𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁

JJ Maybank x Fem!plus size reader.

Summary|| JJ Maybank has always been the apple of your eye, but he was your best friend. You wanted to keep it that way but JJ had other plans. What happens after he makes a move?

Warnings|| Angst? idk. Bestfriend!reader.

A/N|| So uh I kinda wrote this because I was bored and most of it was written twenty minutes ago on the doorstep at 3 in the morning. So do what you will with that information. I know it's a typical story but I'm getting the jist of writing for him. I am writing a part two for this but since it's like 4am I shall write it after <3

You couldn't help it, your ever-growing feelings for the cerulean eyed boy only fired the flames you unknowingly had lit for him. You were sick of it, that feeling in the pit of your stomach when he spoke. The way you melted by a singular touch, and the utter self-pity you felt when he would leave a kegger with another, awfully beautiful girl. You simply couldn't compare.

Although you weren't lacking in the confidence department, your tendency to become sullen at the thought of your appearance wasn't unusual. No one but you knew of these days, you felt as though a grey cloud lingered upon your head, spitting obscenities at you.

JJ was what one would define, your first love.

First and last if you could help it.

JJ had always been sweet to you, whispering flirtatious nuisances in your ears when your smile faltered. He admired your entire being if he could, to him; you were safe.

You'd admit, you kissed once but it was a drunken mistake and you'd never spoken about it, neither has JJ but that didn't mean you never thought about it. His sweet lips moved against yours, large hands placed on your wide hips as he squeezed as though your skin was his final breath. The way they rubbed against you in utter need. It was breathtaking.

You were never confrontational unless provoked and if he didn't mention it, neither would you.

So with a heavy heart, you watched yet another girl jog from the chateau as you sat outside. Watching the waves come and go as if they were never there, to begin with, warm blankets covering your ample body. If it hadn't been for the sight you witnessed, you would have called your morning perfect.

You shot a strained smile towards the sweet girl, her caramel eyes peering back at you as they stretched, reciprocating that same smile but with a glow; a pre-sex glow.

With your heart on your sleeve, you ducked under your blanket. Surrendering to its comfort, hoping that no one followed her out so you could linger in the moment for a little longer before dismissing yourself home.

But as the sun rises, surprisingly the flaxen-haired boy did as well, much to your dismay.

His rough voice entered your ears, husky from the events before. JJ was shirtless, standing in all his might as he leaned against the door, watching you succumb back into the fabric.

"Morning, sweet cheeks"

You barely moved, looking up at him for a singular moment and then gazing back out into the ocean.

"Mornin' JJ" you grumbled in reply, not chipper nor happy. Just sullen. JJ assumed it was because of the early hours you had awakened so he took it with a grain of salt.

Your legs were prompted on the couch, JJ stood momentarily admiring the way your thick hair fell against the sheets. The way the burning sun caressed your skin if beauty had to be defined he would say you.

The silence was deafening, to you at least. You waited until he left but he never did, instead of walking in front of you, tapping your leg.

He was your best friend before he was the apple of your eye and physical touch was a love language of his, one he shared with you.

You opened the blanket so he could seek warmth beneath your arms, his head laying across your chest as you wrapped him in the large blanket. JJ loved it when you did that, no words spoken; just pure understanding.

"What's up" he griped, looking up at you with inquisition filling those baby blue eyes.

"Nothing J, just thinking" you muttered, not wanting to wake the others. Your tone was soft and inviting, you hated the tender touch you so naturally gave him. You wanted it gone, not wanting to lose the friendship you had over some stupid crush.

JJ lifted your thighs, placing them on his lap as he swiftly moved from being under you to being beside you, his gaze strictly set on you with his undivided attention. It was shocking, JJ was one to fall dead asleep during these hours, his attention span wearing thin when it came to mornings.

"Don't lie to me, I know that look. You've got something on your mind" he persisted, you didn't want to make a big deal out of it so you shrugged, thinking of a lie.

"Don't worry about it J" you hummed, forcing once again, a smile on your face. Plump cheeks widening. JJ took the bait with hesitance, you were his best friend. His everything, he knew you like the back of his hand.

"Stop being so serious, it's weird" you laughed, feeling a slight weight lift from your shoulders once he scoffed, cocking a brow "I feel slightly offended by that but I'll take it"

"Why are you up so early anyways sleeping beauty?" He asked. Settling his palm on the lower part of your thigh, rubbing it in comfort for both you and himself.

"I could ask you the same thing, chasing away your damsel in distress" you reputed.

He sighed in response "am I the knight in shining armour?"

"No, you're more like the horse he rides," you joked, easing the rising tension. JJ stifled a laugh, mimicking your own with a sarcasm laced in his tone.

JJ enjoyed moments like this, utter bliss was what he'd name it. Just you and him, enjoying the moment in the embrace of the other, he felt his heart leap every time he stole a glance, chasing your line of gaze and seeing the glimmer in your eyes.

"I'm gonna go soon, I need to be home for my nephew" you spoke up, JJ finally sat straight. Peering at you.

"That's why you were out here, weren't you gonna say goodbye?" He asked, slightly hurt that you didn't think of him before you left. Not that you could help it.

"I see you every day J, besides. You were in the room with that girl, I didn't wanna ruin the moment" you grimaced. Lying straight through your teeth.

He wanted to ask why? He hoped you had. You were his favourite girl, he would always make time for you.

"Anyways J, mum is probably nearly here. You should head back inside"

"I wanna wait with you" JJ smiled. If there was one thing you admired and disliked about JJ, it was his persistence. He was a stubborn boy and that was something he could never change.

"Need to make sure my favourite girl is safe" he added, leaning into you more. You disliked the way your heart raced when his skin touched yours, the way he sunk into you with a sigh. Curling into your touch, JJ melted every time he was in your embrace and he loved it. It was a sense of security he's never felt before, one he needed to keep.

"JJ it's not like something is gonna randomly pop out and hurt me. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself" you seethed, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. Fighting the smile on your lips.

"Not something sweet cheeks, someone." He corrected as though it was obvious.

"Oh god JJ" you laughed, tilting your head back into the armrest of the couch. Unaware of JJ's gaze, shining at the sight of your happiness.

He was so infatuated with you.

"Those bruises of yours are second skin at this point" you shook your head, patting his hair flat. JJ groaned feeling your touch, grabbing your wrist as you made your way into his strands. He felt at ease with you, he wasn't treading waters. He didn't need to pretend. You made him crumble.

"And my pretty girl always patches me up" JJ's tone was serious, pulling you up slightly with a jump. He leaned up as well with no restraints. Your brows furrowed at the sudden shift, having already moved twice. You were mostly staring out into the ocean so when you made contact with JJ's Hazen eyes, prominently shining with a certain intensity, you didn't know how to feel.

"You'll always patch me up, right?" JJ voiced, but instead of replying, you blink in confusion.

"Of course, I will, I can't let you be a walking infection"

Before another word could escape your mouth, in the spur of the moment. JJ had rushed into you, mouth clasped around yours. His palms were on the sides of your cheeks as his callous hands graced your soft skin. You were too shocked to move but your lips were unwaveringly entranced by the suddenty. Clasp in his spell. You melted towards his advancements. Taking a moment to indulge yourself.

His lips spoke for him as he pulled you in tighter, his breathy groans filling the brisk morning air. But you knew it was all so fast that you pulled away in shock. Pushing him off of you as you stood up. You didn't want it to be too good to be true...

"I can't do this right now JJ" your throat grew dry, you admitted you liked it but you couldn't fall into a bottomless pit. You couldn't be just another girl to him.

"Fuck I-" he stood, hand in his hair. A tick of frustration.

"No, no it's okay JJ. It was a mistake" you apologized, looking around for your sandals. Your mother was bound to come soon, dropping you back home before her morning shift.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I just, I-" he profusely grew redder with the confusion heightening. You threw in your shoes not wanting to look at him, was he playing with you.

"Please let me explain" he rushed, you jogged down the stairs in a hurry. A total contrast to how you were moments before.

"I don't care right now JJ, it's okay." Your words were rushed as you tried your best to walk down the pathway of the chateau, you could see your mother's blinkers on and hoped he just dropped it.

"No, listen to me y/n. Please. It wasn't a mistake to me" he confessed. Jogging behind you, he was much faster than you and caught you just before you could begin running.

"JJ, I don't know what was running through your head but just drop it. Forget about it like how we forgot about the last time."

"Who said I forgot about last time?" He seethed, he had no right to be angry.

"Y/n I never forgot about last time, I've thought about it every day" JJ was trying, he wanted to apologise but he didn't regret it. He never did. When the stars blanketed the sky, twinkling in all their glory. He'd often peer up at the spots of fickle light and think about that night.

"I've thought about it every fucking day and it kills me. Don't tell me you didn't think about it either, I see the way you look at me." If JJ was one thing, it wasn't oblivious. He knew when someone enjoyed his presence, he wasn't the towns biggest flirt for nothing.

"This is stupid JJ, we're meant to be friends. That's all we'll ever be" you whisper shouted, watching the boy's brows knit together. He heavily disagreed, not understanding what you were trying to get at.

"Who are you trying to convince sunshine, me or yourself? Because I fucking know for a fact that your the only person I want" JJ moved towards you, he was looking down at you with his brows raised. His ears seemed heated and cheeks pinched to restrain himself.

"Don't spread that bullshit with me JJ, Your probably still drunk" your fingers plucked at his chest with menace. You pivoted in your spot, noticing your mother parked on the road behind the trees.

Walking back with flushed cheeks and tears riddling in your confused irises. You were never as synchronized as a calm oceans day, you were like the rough tides pummelling the sand and each other under the light of a storm. You couldn't control how you felt and that was your worst enemy. With one last glance towards your best friend, as he stood rooted in his spot. Cheeks red in anguish, you turned back around. Slamming the door shut.

A/N: yes yes I know the grammar is fucked, bare with me. I'll fix it in the morning <3

[aiweirdness]

Botober 2021: pls draw the AI a sluggalope

Because I so dearly love it when humans play along when computers ask for silly things, I have generated drawing prompts for #botober2021!

(full plaintext versions on the AI Weirdness blog post, and also at the end of this post, since Tumblr severely limits alt text length)

I've managed to get GPT-3 to follow themes. Here's "animals".

It turns out the model size makes a difference as to how well a neural net can stick with my #botober2021 drawing prompts theme.

The largest GPT-3 model, DaVinci, really got into the Halloween spirit, though as usual it's weird and wordy.

I got the Ada, the smallest GPT-3 model, to generate a list of Halloween #botober2021 prompts but sometimes its link to the theme is a bit tenuous.

Maybe it's a spooky half a cup of milk?

For my last list of #botober2021 drawing prompts I had the DaVinci GPT-3 model follow "Landscapes" as a theme.

If you draw any of these, please tag them with #botober2021 because I'm dying to see how they come out.

For full plaintext, keep reading!

Animals:

- Opossumsaurus

- Rainbow space walrus

- The roars of roosters

- Sluggalope

- Adventurous stone chickens

- Fricken WHALE

- 4D Stegosaurus

- 8-legged cat

- Bearllionaire

- Impossibly cute pudgy birds

- Muppet sharks

- Fluffy space lemur

- Tiny shelled horses

- Angry jelly doughnut

- Roaring Ball of Feathers

- Butter gliders

- Dangerous swans

- Gleaming toads

- Worm That Ate Chicago

- Teeter-totter-rattlesnake

- Loud frilly cows

- Way Too Much Cat

- Steampunk platypus

- Heavenly caterpillar

- Elderly robot pug

- 6 legged wombatquail

- Angry eohippuses

- Firefly squid

- Porcelain squirrel

- Fabled unicycle beavers

- Godcockroach

Halloween (GPT-3 DaVinci model)

Howling canine ghosts scale the cathedral town pillars

leaves shaped like pumpkin smiles litter the sidewalks

spiderwebs grow luscious on wet pumpkin grins

'thank you' trees lean out of residences

black insects settle leaves

mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth

snaking cobwebs mass on stalks

red eyeballs hit backlit branches

the wet forest steps on soft squirrel skins

murmurous forest insects smell caramel apples

haunting trees grow cuter on lighter dirt

planet-sized moon speaks 'hello'

Thanks for the original drawings, which are utterly delightful.

the night sky kisses blood oranges lined with white

headless animals shiver in their sleep

moustaches creep creepily

slouching gargoyles lay spooky stones

something is sitting in the center of the spectre tapestries

the unseen graveyard stretches for miles

deep-skulled jack-o'-lanterns smell the warmth of my nose

this town is filled with orange dust

mist-sheep chew on tombstones

a scarecrow cuts a pumpkin with a sharp scythe from a wooden block

the graveworm snatches out the eyes of strangers who come by

mist lamps glow with circling green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange...

monsters crawl through alien fur

spooky house skulls peeking out of the dreamlike brambles

gangly moonlit grave rabbits lurk outside the windows

murder rats roam the streets below the buried Earth

a shrub plays the banjo from the shadows

pumpkins melt quietly, quietly

the white skull leans out of the tower of the Palace of the End

Halloween (GPT-3 Ada model)

1. The masked skeleton

2. The question mark from a box

3. Excuse me a minute a giant sphere

4. Five water bubbles in a crate

5. The goliath

6. Half a cup of milk

7. The super hero skull

8. A flappy spider

9. A flappy tea

10. Parts of a cow

11. Parts of a giraffe

12. Robots are weird

13. The watermelon fountain

14. The ghost in the closet

15. One spark walking to the other side of the room

16. Dangerous drops

17. A bat bat bat bat bat bat bat bat bat bat bat

18. Cows face the moon

19. Five eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs

20. Ghost traitors

21. The animals belong to space aliens

22. A zombl

23. The bubbleberry

24. No hands

25. The back of a zombie

26. The funny, psychedelic slime

27. Run like a bunny

28. Creepy cats

29. Old flames

30. A mushroom person

31. Holes

Landscapes (GPT-3 DaVinci model)

Glowing, purple starfish forest

Library of lava

Chalk canyon

Forbidden kale forest

Hillside terrain of hundreds of gray hats

Labyrinth of rocks and steam

Mirror forest filled with reflective crystals

Botanical mazes of white lace and trees

Sea of razors

Greenhouse glade filled with a bubble machine

Noctilucent glaciers

Forest of not-trees

Small rocky islands floating in a sky of lemons

Caverns of glass

Village constructed like the game Mousetrap

Needles of obsidian and frozen squalls

Hospitality space, enviropod

Forest of feather trees and shimmer lights

Ant fort of jeweled pastry, there is a tiny ant fort

Dark carnival caves

Skull forest

Plains of stardust and purple flowers

The fungal kingdom

Fallen horizon

Farm field covered with tiny triangular cups of tea

An outpost of accordion trees

Fortuneteller's grove, toad boulders

Botanical plate tectonics

Geode catacombs

Field of gravity-shifted stones

Perpetual storm field barricaded by a curtain made of clouds

[nerdypanda3126]

Caffeine Cleric

This was written for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Sprint Fic Challenge.

The "rules" are three 15-minute sprints with 24 hours for light editing, which includes new writing to smooth transitions or make it feel complete. Technically on this one I did two sprints and then just wrote the last part without a time limit.

This time around I used this as the prompt.

Read on Ao3

Luka stared at the woman with disheveled midnight hair and circles under her eyes dark enough to match. 

"Um, Miss?" 

She blinked blearily back at him like she wasn't seeing him clearly. Which, if she was as tired as she looked, she probably wasn't. 

"Mmm?" 

"About your order." 

"Mhmm." She slid a twenty across to him and leaned her head against the glass pastry case and settled in like she was going to nap right then and there. 

"Whoa. Okay, hang on." Luka hurried out from behind the counter, thankful she was the only one in line, and scooped an arm underneath hers to hold her up. Her head flopped onto his shoulder and she hummed again and nuzzled him unconsciously. His stomach did a weird, fluttery flip.

He helped her into a booth and she laid her head down on the table and instantly fell asleep. He didn't know what to do. There were rules about this sort of thing, but she did technically order and pay, it was just… 

As he paused awkwardly, not quite sure what to do, he noticed that her eyelashes were as dark as her hair, and long enough to flutter against the table in her sleep. She was pretty. 

He shook himself out of that train of thought and wandered back behind the counter, but he didn't even know what to begin to make her. 

"Fuck me up, caffeine cleric," had been her only instruction. And $20 could purchase a lot towards that goal. 

He glanced back over at her; she had splayed out across the table and started snoring lightly. 

He had a better idea. 

***

Marinette snuggled into something soft with a faint, lingering scent of old coffee and hazelnut syrup as she woke up. 

Wait. Woke up. 

She startled to attention and found herself in a café booth. There was a hoodie on the table that was all bunched up and she'd apparently been using it as a pillow, but she didn't know whose it was. She looked around, embarrassed, to find that the shop had filled up throughout the morning and she was no longer the only one in the store. 

The guy behind the counter with blue hair and tattoos covering his forearms caught her eye as he helped someone else, but even across the room she could tell he was concerned. She blushed and checked her pockets surreptitiously. Everything was still there, including her phone that was completely dead. She groaned as she tossed it aside and looked around for a clock to try to determine how long she'd been asleep. 

"You've been here an hour," a voice said next to her. She jumped and the guy from behind the counter chuckled and slid into the seat across from her as he handed her a drink in a ceramic mug and counted out change onto the table. She kept her eyes on his shiny black nail polish and slender fingers instead of staring at his brightly colored tattoos. 

She furrowed her eyebrows at the drink in front of her, thoroughly confused. It smelled amazing. Like cinnamon and apples and caramel and home. She held it between her hands, enjoying the warmth, before she snuck a glance at his face. 

Cute, was her first thought, but then he turned the full force of those bright blue eyes on her and she quickly revised that to damn cute.  

"It might not 'fuck you up,' but I think that'll help more anyways," he said then, and she retreated into the collar of her sweater as a flush of heat crept up her cheeks. 

"Please tell me I did not say that." 

He chuckled again, and when he smiled there was a dimple in his right cheek. 

"Alright, you didn't say that. And you also definitely did not address me as 'caffeine cleric.'" 

She hid her face in her hands and then buried it in the hoodie on the table for good measure. Now that she was a little more awake, she caught the subtle hint of cologne that still lingered from where it must've been sprayed earlier. 

Like before a shift. 

She dared to lift her head to look, and this totally cute guy was watching her with laughter dancing in his eyes. 

"This is yours, isn’t it?"

***

Cute, Luka thought, as he smiled—kindly, he hoped, instead of dopily—and nodded in response. She pushed the bundled up hoodie back at him and hid in the collar of her pale pink sweater as her cheeks quickly turned the same color.  

He tore his eyes away from her and tried not to think about how his hoodie would probably smell like her hair for the rest of the day. 

"I thought it'd be more comfortable than the table," he said. 

"...Thank you," she finally muttered, muffled by the fabric covering her lips. 

"You're welcome." 

"For the drink, too. I know I wasn't entirely… coherent…" 

"Coherent enough," he said, hiding his chuckle with a cough. She groaned.

"I am. So. Sorry. It's just there's this huge deadline and my boss is—well, I mean Audrey Bourgeois isn't exactly known for her forgiveness—and I screwed up and it took me all night to fix it, and I'm supposed to be back in—" 

She paled as her eyes widened in horror. 

"...What time is it?" she croaked. 

He checked his phone from his apron pocket. "10h." 

She stood up so quick that the table jostled uncertainly before it tipped towards her, taking the drink he'd made with it and spilling it all over her. 

She hissed in a breath of surprise, then looked down at herself and froze. A small whimper escaped her before she sat back down in the puddle, dejected. 

"No point going now," she muttered as she tucked her face into her folded arms and looked ready to either cry or fall back asleep. 

He hesitated, then reached out and touched her arm gently. She peeked out at him from under her bangs. 

Sheepishly, he offered the hoodie that was still balled up in his hands. She blushed bright red, but accepted it, and bundled it up under her head. He didn't even care that it also served to sop up some of the mess still on the table. Better on his hoodie than in her hair. 

"Stay as long as you like," he said, then stood to retreat back behind the cash register.

She caught his wrist as he turned to leave. 

"You'll… keep watch, or something, right?" 

The way she fluttered her eyelashes and bit her bottom lip uncertainly made his heart race and his words stick in his throat. He swallowed thickly. 

"...Yeah… Sure," he finally managed. 

She smiled. God, she smiled at him. He blinked back at her stupidly, then slipped his wrist through her fingers until he was holding her hand in his. It was the briefest of moments, but it felt like time had frozen. 

Her lips parted in surprise. Her blue eyes widened under those pretty dark lashes. Her cheeks were still a deep shade of pink, and getting darker by the second. He watched as her eyes raked over him, as she checked him out, and as she liked what she saw. 

Finally, his fingertips slipped away from hers and the moment was broken. 

"I'm Luka," he choked out. "Or, you know, caffeine cleric, whatever works." 

She hid a giggle behind her hand. "I like Luka." 

As soon as she registered what she said, her eyes widened again in embarrassment. "I mean! I like the name—Luka—not that I like—well, I mean I do like you—I mean!" She slapped her hands over her face and groaned. "Ma-Ma-Marinette. I'm… Marinette." 

The words tumbled out of his mouth, all mixed up with a nervous chuckle.

"I like you, too, Ma-Ma-Marinette."

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober- Day 1- First Time

Now you know me. I love my sweet fluff and my lemoney goodness. I'm trying really hard to go for a male and either a nonbinary or gender neutral reader. I'm trying to break out of my m/f pairings because those are my comfort zones for obvious reasons. But especially for Kinktober- I'm gonna try to be much more inclusive with my pairings and especially to my readers who don't get the love, support, and soft sweetness- especially in literature that they deserve.

Also B Dylan Hollis- on Tik-tok, this is basically heavily influenced by him and his love of baking. And I just adore him and his videos.

So yeah, I know I'm four days late on this. But better late than never. But thank you so much to @starsandskies for her Kinktober 2022 Prompt List that all of these are based on.

And I'm posting these from my EXO blog because you know your girl is going to be including werewolves, orcs, insects (humanoid ones- Jika), micro-mermaids (think mermaids but for the fish/aquarium field, a concept I came up with for Mermay a couple of years back becuase I grew up with a mom who kept and who continues to keep aquariums, and sisters who do too, so I am very familiar with aquarium upkeep and fish husbandry but with the same perspective that Jane Goodall was to chimpanzees, that just because they are tiny- they are still beings worth love, care, respect and dignity), rakshasa, etc.

Maze

“So what design do you think they went with this year?” Bashire asked you as you both looked at the gate to the corn maze. 

This year you were prepared. A thick hoodie and a backpack with coats inside was on your back so you wouldn’t freeze again. You just got out of the bathroom so you wouldn’t be stuck in the maze with a full bladder and wreck the maze trying to get out of it so you could use the restroom.

However, your thermos was full of hot cocoa with extra marshmallows. Which you had just sneaked one of those mini shot sized bottles of Godiva Chocolate Liqueur into along with a shot of Salted Caramel Bailies. Meanwhile Bashire had put some apple pie moonshine into his thermos of hot, spiced apple cider.  

You had grown up going to this particular apple orchard- because not only did they have some of the best apples in the Great Lakes, that made some of the best fresh eating apples along with some amazing apples for pies that would make anyone want to learn how to bake. But this place also had a cafe, with fresh doughnuts, of both the yeast and cake varieties, either glazed or dusted in sugar and spices- that were in flavors that you’d expect of an apple orchard in the fall.

And the cafe even had BBQ made with apple wood smoked meats which you were sure was why Bashire loved coming here just as much and they even had a BBQ sauce whose base was candied apples or at least apple butter based- that you couldn’t figure out- for the life of you how they made it but it could make cardboard delicious. This place even had a gift shop to satisfy any fall needs, whether they be decorative for your home or fill your hearth with foods to last all season long. 

It had it’s own pumpkin patch with varieties that could make your head spin- but your best homemade pumpkin pies came from the pumpkin’s that grew here just for that purpose that were specifically pumpkin pie pumpkins. Even the little baby sized pumpkins that were just too cute for words! 

You had come here late afternoon to pick your bushel baskets of apples, picked out your pumpkins for your pumpkin pies and got what you wanted and needed from the gift shop and put them all into the car before you went back in to have dinner at the cafe. Of course dinner came with Bashire, practically licking the BBQ sauce off of your fingertips for you which always made you blush bashfully and make you keen because you knew just what that tongue of his was capable of. 

This place even had a mini corn maze for the kids and a much bigger one for the adults. And depending on when you came- usually dictated what kind of “crowd” would be around. Earlier in the day- kids with their families- at night- especially after dark- the teens and adults with no kids because it was usually their bed time.

And that’s when the real fun began because the place also had a bar and sold these alcoholic drinks that looked like they came in IV bags. Your favorite one of course was A Positive because it was the fruitiest and sweetest and coincidentally- the most potent. Of course they made the non alcoholic ones too- so the kids could drink one too along with their parents. But for you and Bashire- that seemed a bit far off, but not outside the realm of possibility. 

It was one of your favorite orchards to go to in the fall and worth the 45 minute drive. And Bashire loved to bring you here, to see you light up with joy and happiness as you seemed to want to go over every pumpkin in the pumpkin patch to make sure you got the best ones for your pies. To go picking the apples to fill up bushel baskets full, so you could make your great grandmother’s apple pie recipe and her apple sauce recipe along with your own version of candied apples that would make even the greatest of connoisseurs weak in the knees. 

“Ready?” Bashire asked as he squeezed your hand a little tighter as you looked at the front of the maze.

“Ready.” You beamed as you kept a firm hold onto his hand and immediately went into the maze. 

The sun was setting, coloring the sky in gorgeous hues of golden yellows, bright oranges, delicate pinks, hints of purple and green before meeting the darkening of the blue skies as the full moon was shining brighter now that the sun was setting. The temperature was falling and you could see your breath. But you were quite full from dinner, and keeping warm from your drink as you traversed the maze. But it didn’t take long before you both stumbled onto the first dead end to see a couple making out which only got you to burst into snickering laughter and pull Bashire away so they could have a little more privacy as your cheeks flushed from more than just the buzz of your alcohol. 

But it seemed love was in the air because more and more couples kept disappearing off of the main trail- which you could clearly tell because of all the muddy footprints in the trail, leaving a muddy mess on your boots as you kept getting stuck in the mud and having Bashire pull you from as you decided to stay on the edge of the trails to keep from getting further stuck as you kept a firm hold on his hand as he led the way. 

But soon- your thermos’ were empty and put into your pack and despite, wearing gloves and having hand warmers, you still cuddled up into his side to keep warm from the biting cold. 

That was until Bashire took you off the trail entirely and found a spot was deep into the stalks of corn. 

“Bash- this…” You managed to say just before he pulled you flush with himself and kissed you deeply. The kind of kiss that made your own knees weak and you fought to keep your voice down when after he did, he pulled your hoodie down to feast on your neck as you could only look up at the full moon and it’s ethereal glow among the night sky, occasionally hidden with clouds that passed by. 

“Bash, we could get in trouble!” You whispered as he ungloved his hand to shove down your pants to your sex to rub at it sensually which only made you melt further while your heart raced. Because this was the first time Bashire even hinted at this particular kind of public display of affection. 

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked. 

“I didn’t say that.” You almost feverishly shook your head and pulled him back down to you because where he had lavished attention at your neck was now getting colder because of the leftover saliva there starting to freeze because of the cold air around you. 

“Then stay quiet.” He insisted as pulled you to turn around and moved your backpack to the ground so that he could lower his own pants while lowering yours too before you could smell the lubricant and he had to put his hand over your mouth while he entered you from behind to keep you from making too much noise. 

You could hear your heart thunder in your ears as much as every footfall from every other person traversing the maze. This was the first time you had ever dreamed of having sex in public, much less a corn maze! Where hopefully- unsuspecting people were only a few rows of corn away in any direction which you prayed was enough to hide you. 

“Come on, loosen up for me Babe,” Bashire cooed in your ear as you tried to relax for him but could only bend over more and widen your stance to give him more access to your desired hole but otherwise had to hold onto the stalks of corn on either side of you for dear life ot keep you somewhat upright because Bashire was taking more and more of your strength the closer he got each of you to your much desired releases.  

Suddenly, the cold was rendered moot. Because between the heat and friction between your body and Bashire’s and the alcohol already giving you a buzz, you felt like you were in a heat wave because of how flushed your cheeks were, which you were sure was going to be a permanant fixture on your face. The rest of your senses focused on Bashire’s huffs and quieted grunts as he pounded into you while he had a firm hold to your hips as he drove into you almost mercilessly. You felt like you were going to cut your tongue in half trying to keep your own mouth shut and to keep you from wailing and keening in bliss. 

“That’s it, come on, cum for me.” He managed to bend over you and murmur into your ear before you took your own glove off to put your hand down your pants to fondle the rest of your sex so that you could finish when he would. 

Then there it was, that feeling where his cock felt like it was made of stone, which gave all the explanation for ‘rock hard’ you had ever known in reference to a cock. That was your first clue that he was about to cum. Next was his almost heinously pace, that wasn’t just fast, but was rough and had so much momentum you could feel your insides undlulate from the impact of his hips smacking into your backside. 

You came in a silent scream as your whole body seemed to sieze before shuddering in delight as your orgasm flooded your senses before Bashire finally slammed into you as deep as he could before you could feel his hot seed spill into you, filling your belly with hot warmth before you both seemed to blow a breath of relief and satisfaction. Then it was a rush to get back bundled up and put back together before you got your next drink of choice out of your pack and gave him his. 

“Warn me next time you want to try something new for the first time ok?” You suggested but with a smile that obviously enjoyed your first public sex with him. 

“Yeah, you got it, Babe.” He offered before he kissed you sweetly, put his arm around you and peeked around to make sure you could safely exit this little oasis in the corn field undetected, only to leave the other way he entered it only to be met with the exit. 

“Aw, already?” He complained. 

“The night is still young. We could go again? Maybe not use the shortcut you found this time.” You suggested. 

“Deal.” He agreed before you took the few short steps to the entrance to go through the maze- “the proper” way this time.

[theladyofdeath]

Life As We Know It {Chapter 22}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >> @snelbz​​

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Cassian was happier than he ever thought he’d be.

Over the past few weeks, he, Nesta, and Nyx had really become their own little family. It seemed that after all the heartache, after all the awkwardness, everything was falling into place. 

Since that night they had slept together, again, Cassian had spent every night with Nesta in her bed, and awoken to her face every morning. 

Cassian had been training his replacement at the bar, and the opening of his bar in Nesta’s restaurant was quickly approaching. 

Perfect.

Everything was going perfectly. 

It was a Saturday and both he and Nesta had off, which meant they got the rarity of spending the entire day together, just the three of them. 

And it was Halloween.

There was a little Halloween carnival going on downtown, just outside of the Rainbow along the Sidra. 

And although Cassian was happier than he ever thought he’d be, he did feel completely and utterly ridiculous as he looked in the mirror and saw his reflection, dressed in the Halloween costume that Nesta had bought for him. 

It could have been worse, he decided, donning the floppy hat it had come with. He didn’t have paint all over his face and he wasn’t dressed as a dog, like Rhys had been the year prior. Just a smidge of eyeliner Nesta had coerced him into letting her put on him. And he may only have one hand, thanks to the “hook” he had to wear, but at least he had a bad ass looking sword.

Even if it was plastic.

Nesta appeared in the doorway, wearing a green dress and matching slippers, complete with white balls of fluff adorning the toes. “You about ready to go, Captain Hook?”

He slowly turned to look at her. “Is it the hair? Hmm? Are you one of those girls where long hair automatically means pirate?”

Nesta raised a brow as she crossed her arms. “Are you complaining?”

Cassian blinked. “These leather pants are so tight that I don’t think my balls are going to survive the day.” 

Nesta’s grin was feral. “I promise to make it up to the boys once we’re back home.”

Cassian’s eyes narrowed. “Tease.” 

“Not a tease,” she crooned. “A promise.”

She gave him a wink before leaving the room and walking down the hall. After a curse about how turned on he now was, Cassian followed. 

At the bottom of the stairs in the living room, Nyx was standing up in his little Peter Pan costume. Cassian laughed, quietly. “You put the poor kid in tights.” 

“He looks adorable!” Nesta hollered, from where she had disappeared in the kitchen. 

Nyx looked at Cassian for a moment, slightly confused, but then recognition lit his eyes and he giggled, reaching up for his uncle. The second Cassian picked him up, Nyx was playing with his floppy hat. 

“Pretty damn cute, alright,” Cassian said, chuckling. “Ready, Nes? Bands start playing soon. A couple of local bands I know will be playing, I think you’ll like them.”

Nesta swept out of the kitchen with a tiny cooler bag full of water, juice, and snacks. “Then let’s get going.” 

After a short ride and a short walk, they entered the carnival and spotted Elain, Azriel, and Seph sitting in the grass, listening to the music. Azriel was dressed as Tigger, Elain was Pooh, and Seph was the cutest Piglet they had ever seen.

Cassian plopped down by Azriel and chuckled. “And I thought my costume was bad.”

Azriel looked over at him. “Shut up, Captain Jack.”

Cassian gasped indignantly. “I’m Captain Hook, you heathen.” He held up his left hand and shook the cheap, plastic hook in his face. “Get your pirates straight.”

The cousins were instantly squealing at each other, Seph having recently started crawling and Nesta couldn’t help but smile down at them as she sat next to Cassian. He slung an arm around her and pulled her into him, kissing the top of her head.

Nesta looked at Elain and caught her small smile, even though she tried to turn away before her older sister caught her. “What?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Elain shook her head, but that smile was still on her face. “Nothing.”

“Tell me,” Nesta said, leaning forward to see her around Cassian and Azriel.

“It’s just…” Elain blinked and Nesta could’ve sworn she saw tears shimmering in her sister’s eyes. “It’s just nice to see you happy.”

Nesta stilled for a moment. Was she happy? She supposed she was. It had all happened so quickly that Nesta hadn’t hardly realized.

She was happy. 

Judging from his laughter with Azriel, and the way his fingers brushed along her skin, Nesta assumed that Cassian was happy, too.

“It’s a good thing, you know,” Elain whispered, when Nesta said nothing. “A very good thing.”

Nesta remained quiet, but she leaned into Cassian’s side with a little smile of her own.

The music began to play, and Nyx was having the time of his little life. He stood and danced, having no idea what was going on, but loving every second of it.

There were small tents set up around the carnival, passing out candy and other little toys and treats for the kids. Helion was there, at a tent sponsored by Nesta’s restaurant, handing out cookies and brownies she’d spent the past few days baking. Nesta had always loved Halloween, and having Nyx to enjoy it with made her love it all the more. They walked around while the bands continued to play, Nyx’s little bucket filling up with more candy and treats than the little boy could ever eat. Cassian ensured Nesta that it would not go to waste, but she just rolled her eyes.

“You know, I’ve always been a fan of Tinker Bell,” Cassian said, while they were eating candy apples.

Nesta looked at him, brow raised. “Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for Hook.”

Cassian chuckled, looking at Nyx while he nibbled on some goldfish that Nesta had packed in the cooler bag. “And what about Cassian?” Cassian asked. “Are you a fan of him?”

Nesta laughed, softly. “Are you asking me if I like you, Nazari?”

Cassian’s eyes lit with amusement. “I care about you, Nesta. That’s what I’m saying.”

The words she longed to say got stuck in her throat. The truth she’d wanted to tell him since his birthday over a month ago, when they’d finally succumbed to their desire for each other. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t, not here, not right now, with strangers around them. Elain and Azriel weren’t far, but…

Something about those words. She wanted it just to be the two of them.

So Nesta chose to smirk instead, reaching over and rubbing caramel off his cheek. “You aren’t half bad, I guess.”

He sighed, dramatically, looking up into the sky. “I knew it, you’re only in it for the sex.”

“Cassian!” She blushed furiously, hoping no one had overheard him.

Grinning, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Nyx threw a goldfish at them, hitting Cassian in the side of the face.

Nesta couldn’t stop her laughter as she pulled back.

Even after a month, Nyx didn’t like Cassian kissing her. The fit he threw the first time he’d seen them kiss on the couch while he was playing with his toys on the floor and they watched a movie would go down in history as the worst meltdown the two of them had seen.

Nesta thought his continued, but lessening, tantrums were hilarious. Cassian could only roll his eyes.

“Was that necessary?” Cassian asked.

“Da,” Nyx said, popping a goldfish into his mouth. It was the closest thing he’d come to yes thus far.

“He used to like me, you know,” Cassian said, looking at Nesta, “before the two of us were together.”

Nesta shrugged. “He’s protective, what can I say?”

“You can say, to him, that you like it when I kiss you,” Cassian replied.

Nesta laughed as Nyx threw another goldfish at Cassian. “He’s smart, Cass. He may be a baby, but he knows you’re talking smack over here.”

“I would never talk smack about a baby,” Cassian said, taking a bite of his caramel apple. “Even if it’s true.”

It wasn’t too much later that Nyx was falling asleep, his little, green cap long forgotten and tucked into the pocket of Cassian’s obnoxious coat. He gently rubbed Nyx’s back as he slept on the blanket they’d laid out on the lush grass. Footsteps and a groan alerted him to Azriel’s presence as he sat down next to Cassian. Seph, in a carrier strapped to his chest, had been asleep for nearly an hour already. Cassian couldn’t help but smile at his brother and niece.

“So you two are actually making this work, huh,” Azriel said, smiling down at Nyx.

Cassian’s laughter sounded as if even he had a hard time believing it. “I guess so. It’s just…so easy with her.”

“I get it. I completely get it,” Azriel said, looking at something over Cassian’s shoulder, and from the way his eyes softened, he knew his brother’s gaze had found Elain.

“I think she feels the same way,” Cassian said. “She’s hard to read, though. Easier than she used to be - thank the Mother - but sometimes… I just want to grab her by the shoulders and ask her what the hell is on her mind.” 

Azriel snorted. “Nesta is…”

When he didn’t complete his sentence, Cassian raised an amused brow.

“An interesting woman,” Azriel finished, at last.

Cassian laughed, quietly. “Yeah, she is. But, that’s what I like about her. She’s not a surface-level person, you know? She’s like an onion.”

Azriel blinked. “An onion?”

Cassian nodded. “A lot of layers.” 

Azriel laughed, quietly. “I would keep that one to yourself. Not sure how Nesta would feel about being called a vegetable that makes you cry.” 

Cassian chuckled, and shrugged. “I think it sounds nice.”

Azriel grinned and looked down at Seph. “Do you see it working out long term, then?”

“You make it sound like a legal document,” Cassian replied, snorting.

Azriel shook his head. “Fine. I’ll ask it simpler, then. Do you love her?”

He hesitated. “It’s only been a month.”

“And?” Azriel asked. “You’ve lived together for half a year. You've known her for over five years.”

Cassian was quiet. He contemplated Azriel’s question, watching the gentle rise and fall of Nyx’s breathing. “I don’t know.”

“You still think Rhys and Feyre didn’t know what they were doing when they set you up all those years ago?”

Looking up at Azriel, Cassian wasn’t expecting to find him smiling softly. “I still think they were bat shit insane,” he chuckled. “But… No. I get it now. They… They just wanted to give us the chance to be as happy as they were.”

“And are you?” Azriel asked, curiosity on his face.

Cassian looked around, finding Nesta laughing with Elain and Mor and Emerie and Gwyn. The smile as he watched her wasn’t faked. “Yeah. I am.”

Azriel’s smile was as genuine as his own. “Then I think you know.”

*

It had been a good day, and an even better night. 

Nyx fell asleep in his carseat on the way home, and Nesta had gotten him out of his costume and into a fresh diaper and pajamas without him hardly stirring. After that, when Nesta meandered into her bedroom, she found a half-dressed pirate with a mischievous glint in his eye. He had made a show of taking Nesta’s costume off with his hook, which had her unable to stop the wide smile, the giggling, that escaped her control. 

It was all sweet, adorable play until his lips found her skin, and then Nesta’s giddiness faded away as complete euphoria took control of her body. 

They laid together as Halloween faded away and November 1st approached. Nesta’s fingers danced over his bare chest. 

“Today was a fun day,” she said, quietly, as she watched her fingers move along his tattoos. 

“It was,” he murmured, already half asleep, his arm wrapped around her, tucking her into his side. He had spent most of his day chasing down Nyx, while Nesta had watched, a smile on her face, as Elain took picture after picture. She’d promised to email the best ones to Nesta as soon as she’d edited them.

She could tell Cassian was exhausted as she looked up into his handsome face, the eyeliner still smudged under his eyes. Sensing her gaze on him, he cracked an eye open and looked at her. “What?”

She shook her head, laying it back down on his chest. “You still have make-up on,” she chuckled.

“What?” He asked. “You don’t think I look pretty?”

Snorting, she nestled into his warm body, settling as his calloused fingers scraped over bare waist. She felt his lips press against the top of her head and in that moment, she realized that this was how it was supposed to be. Nothing had ever felt as…right as this did. As being with him did.

“Cass?”

He grunted in answer, and Nesta realized he was just about asleep.

She decided not to reveal the bit of truth she’d been about to, not when he very well might not remember it the next day.

Instead, she settled her head back on his chest, and said, “I had fun today.”

He mumbled something that sounded like me too, but within seconds, his breath had evened out, and he was asleep.

She wouldn’t reveal that bit of herself, not tonight. But tomorrow…

Tomorrow, she would tell him.

And she prayed he felt the same way.

*

It was hardly after eight when Nesta woke up and found Cassian beside her, in bed, with a sleeping Nyx on his chest. He was scrolling through his phone, his back propped up against the headboard, his sweatpants nearly blending into the navy blue comforter. 

Nesta blinked a few times before she yawned and said, “Good morning.”

Cassian’s eyes darted away from his phone, to her. He smiled. “Good morning. Little man woke up about an hour ago. Fell asleep again five minutes ago or so. Apparently he got worn out yesterday.”

Nesta chuckled. “I’d say so.”

“I was going to put him in his crib but he seems comfortable,” Cassian said. “I can, though, if you want me to make breakfast.”

Nesta shook her head as she propped herself up on her elbows. “That’s okay. I can make breakfast. I was in a french toast type of mood.” 

“Sounds good,” Cassian crooned, and Nesta reached up to kiss him, softly, before dragging herself out of bed. After slipping on some cozy shorts and one of Cassian’s oversized t-shirts, she was headed downstairs. 

Sunday mornings were her favorite, nowhere for either of them to be. Just time together and time with Nyx. She was humming quietly to herself after she’d made a pot of coffee, pulling what she needed to make French toast and bacon out of the fridge when there was a sudden knock on the front door.

Nesta froze, listening to ensure she had in fact heard—

Another knock, just as insistent as the first.

“Was that the door?” Cassian was carrying Nyx downstairs, the baby’s pacifier barely staying in his mouth as he sleepily leaned his head on his uncle’s bare shoulder.

“Yeah,” she replied, eyebrows furrowing as she reached the door and opened it.

Nesta froze as she found Alis Birch on the other side.

“Ms. Archeron, good morning,” she said, eyeing her choice of attire.

“Ms. Birch, good morning. What a surprise,” she said, trying not to panic.

“I hope it’s a good time,” she said, looking past Nesta to see what chaos she could find. “This is the last of my surprise visits.”

“I see,” Nesta said, then cleared her throat as she stepped aside. “Come in, please.”

Alis did not need to be told twice. She swept past Nesta and into the foyer, where Cassian caught sight of her. He stopped as their eyes met, and he hesitated.

“Ms. Birch,” he said, as if it were a pleasant surprise. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” she said, looking at Nyx. “Big Halloween, was it?”

“Fun Halloween,” Cassian corrected. “We were at the carnival downtown for most of the day. He had a blast.”

Alis nodded, but said no more.

“Have a seat,” Nesta said, gesturing to the living room furniture. “Please.”

Alis sat in a chair while Cassian carefully and slowly sat back on the couch, Nesta sitting beside him.

Before anyone could say anything else, Alis said, “The two of you have become intimate.” 

Nesta swallowed roughly while Cassian could only blink. After a moment, she collected herself. “I—We…”

“It’s fairly recent,” Cassian admitted, taking over when it was clear Nesta was floundering.

She wanted to demand how she could tell, but she was very clearly wearing his shirt while he wore nothing at all, aside from his sweats. They were cooking breakfast while the baby dozed. It was all so…domestic.

Alis would have been blind not to notice it.

She hummed once before opening her notebook and scribbling a few notes down. “The two of you have come a long way in a few months then, since you were barely even friends the last time I was here.” She threw Nesta’s own half-drunk words into their faces.

“Things have changed,” she breathed, yearning to reach over and take Cassian’s hand, but not wanting to look weak in front of the woman.

The woman who controlled whether or not they’d be keeping Nyx.

“So, this is not a fling, then?” Alis asked.

Cassian opened his mouth, but it was Nesta who politely said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure how our romantic life is an appropriate topic-.”

“Oh, it is most appropriate,” Alis assured them both. “If this is nothing but a fling, it could create a lot of drama in the home, which could in turn affect Nyx’s well being. However, if this is love, something that will become steadier day by day, then I could not be more overjoyed.”

You don’t sound overjoyed, Nesta wanted to say, but didn’t. 

“We are aware that everything we do affects Nyx,” Cassian said, not unkindly. “We thought it through before we decided to get together.”

Nesta almost wanted to laugh. Thought it through? They hooked up twice, and the second time it stuck. She wasn’t sure that was exactly thinking it through. In fact, there hadn’t been much thinking at all.

It just kind of...happened. 

Nyx had indeed lost his pacifier at some point and patted Cassian on the cheek.

“Babababa,” he chanted, which the two of them had learned meant he wanted his bottle and Cassian stood.

“Excuse me, I’ll be back,” he said, carrying Nyx into the kitchen.

Alis held Nesta’s stare, eventually asking, “Does Nyx have a support system, outside of the home?”

She blinked. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

Alis set down her pen and looked at Nesta as if she were the child in this situation. “Let’s say things don’t last. Let’s say whatever is between you and Mr. Nazari isn’t a love match and it falls apart. Aside from the two of you, does Nyx have other people who could step in to take care of him?”

“I don’t see why he would need it,” she replied, her voice cold. “Even if things don’t work out, Cassian and I will still take care of him. Nyx is our responsibility now. We love him.”

“And will you do that from one home?”

“We… I…” Nesta shook her head. “Ma’am, with all due respect, we haven’t even had time to figure out what exactly this is between us.”

Alis scooped up her bag and tucked her notebook against her chest as she stood. “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. And I’d like the two of you to have that figured out before my next visit. I’ll reach out a few days before, so you can expect me. But I’d like this…” She gestured around her, “situation to be more straightforward before I return.”

She turned and headed for the door.

When Cassian came back, Alis was gone. He blinked, Nyx now awake, downing his milk. “Where’d she go?”

“She left,” Nesta said, quietly. “She’ll let us know when she’s coming next time.”

Cassian’s brows furrowed as he sat next to Nesta on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

Nesta hesitated, then said, “I think she thinks that us getting together is a mistake.”

Cassian looked at Nesta for a moment, then snorted. “She also thought that us living together, unromantically, and raising Nyx was a mistake.” 

Nesta said nothing as she watched her hands, quietly.

Cassian’s smile faded away. “What? You don’t think us getting together is a mistake, right?”

“No, of course not,” Nesta said, but it lacked passion.

Cassian watched her. “Nesta.”

“She brings up some good points, Cass,” Nesta breathed.

Cassian’s jaw ticked. “What does that mean?”

Nesta closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Well, what if we don’t work out? What will happen? We should at least have a plan.”

“You don’t think we’re going to work out?” Cassian asked. 

“I don’t even know what we are, Cassian,” she breathed, opening her eyes, but continued staring at her hands. “Am I your girlfriend? Are we exclusive? Is this just what’s convenient for us both?”

Cassian was staring at her, unable to think of anything to say, barely able to understand what had happened in the past thirty minutes since he’d gotten out of bed. “This sure as hell isn’t just about convenience, not for me. But if it is for you, I guess I’d like to know now.”

She still didn’t look at him. “I don’t know, Cass.”

He had no idea what to say, no idea what to do. He shook his head. “I’m going to take Nyx on my jog with me. When we get back, you let me know if this is still convenient for you.”

His voice was colder than she’d heard it in months, barely recognized it as he silently made his way up the stairs. She didn’t move, could hardly think as she heard him get changed and then dress Nyx as well. 

Her face fell into her hands.

This isn’t how she wanted the morning to go.

As she laid in bed with him the night before, listening to the steady beating of his heart after he fell asleep, she had a long list of things she wanted to say to him today, had a long list of emotions she wanted him to feel.

Pissed wasn’t one of them.

Unsure wasn’t one of them.

Nothing was going as planned.

It wasn’t until Cassian was carrying a babbling Nyx back down the stairs that Nesta looked up. Cassian wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Cass-,” she began, but he strode through the living room and out the door, the door closing just a little too hard behind him.

No, this wasn’t how she wanted the day to go.

She didn’t get to tell Nyx goodbye.

She didn’t get to tell Cassian goodbye, or any of the other things she had planned.

But maybe it was for the best. Maybe things would continue to fall into place, just not the place that she had planned.

Nesta sat back on the couch, her face falling back into her hands.

As the first tear fell, she wondered if this was a part of Feyre’s plan. 

[troublesometrollhunters]

Halloween prompt

Vendel and (Y/N) spending Halloween night in heartstone. Just making sweet treats and talking.

( Didn't say if you wanted platonic or romantic so I'm just gonna do something netrual for you to judge )

The Heartstone was glowing brighter than usual as you walked in, making you feel warm as you took a deep breath.

Closing your eyes you took in the places familar smell. The scent of old books with worne pages, fresh ink, ash from a burning candle, and earth filled your senses. Smiling as you walk towards Vendel's study your hand dragged across the living stone basking in its orange light.

Stepping in Vendel had set out plates of sweets. Caramel apples, crystalized candy, and other treats. Warm mugs of hot chocolate with whipcream and Apple cider with cinnamon were also out. Grabbing a scary troll book off his many shelves you settle into the pillow corner, wrapping yourself up in the warm furr blankets.

The tapping of Vendels staff bounces through the office before the elder stumbles in. He chuffs tilting his head towards you in the pillow corner before a small smile graces his lips. Walking forwards he sets his staff to the side as he sits next to you with a cup of glug.

"(Y/N)." He greets happy to see you.

"Vendel." You respond equally joyous. Snorting he leans forward and your heads softly touch, his cold worne stone tapping your soft warm flesh. Getting settled you lean against him.

"Alright enough chitter chatter. Time for the story." He hums with a mischevious look as he sips on his glug. Smirking in response feeling playful you take a long sip of your own drink before opening the book extra slow. He grunts and you hum innocently.

Deciding you'd tortured him enough your finger traces the title beige your begin.

What a perfect way to spend the holiday. With the one you loved.

[pyjamac]

aiweirdness’s halloween botober prompts expanded upon by archivistbot. enjoy!

1. Howling canine ghosts scale the cathedral town pillars,

And the bones of the past their rusty shears.

Above a rattling rain the sky is black,

And the lights of the city flicker and die.

2. Leaves shaped like pumpkins litter the sidewalks, the season painting them in a sickly halo of vibrant red and orange. A woman walks past, holding a baby. The baby is covered in hands, faces, and arms, each with a different size, the arms twisted at a strange angle to the curve of the head.

3. Spiderwebs grow luscious on wet pumpkin grins. Have you ever seen how mesmerizing it is to watch the mummified body of the fruit transform into a spindly, wrinkled, new form? Amazing!

4. 'Thank you' trees lean out of residences, and the roofscapes are often barely visible from the high summer heat, it’s easy to miss the outlines of the structures here. The roads become dirt, the hedges are overgrown with shrubbery and the buildings sit there, too, tangled together. The contrast is made more stark by the uneven palletisation of these structures.

5. Black insects settle leaves and twigs over the damp patches of damp earth, and the lightless, empty sky of the city is punctuated by the dull glow of new suns.

6. Mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth, the dead sea air pressing in on all sides, while the sun is in the sky, the sun is up in the sky, and the world is round the world, and the sea is forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever, forever

7. Snaking cobwebs mass on stalks of dead grass and wriggling through his open mouth, Philip Jennings looked up. He saw what was inside. Was it the end of him? Was it the end of everything? The level of abstraction that the nothing that floats above the level of reality?

8. Red eyeballs hit backlit branches, and a warm blue light spilled through from the open window. I could hear Dennis whispering to himself, softly to himself, that he’d done something right.

9. Wet forest steps on soft squirrel skins. There are no lights here, but the moon is bright, and casts everything in a sickly yellow. The only sound was the click of a boltgun against the barrel, and the sound of the bolt firing as the gun whistled its deadly message.

10. Murmurous forest insects smell caramel apples, creeping and twitching through the damp earth where the treat was dropped. They move slowly, unsteadily, and there is a sharp, snapping screech as they swoop down. They kill slowly, but they kill.

11. Haunting trees grow cuter on lighter dirt, and the sky turns a sickly pink. I can hear my father in the distance now, and see the patches of scorched wood where he’s buried. I can hear his voice, though it isn’t entirely clear what it is commanding me to do.

12. Planet-sized moon speaks 'hello' to us in a language we barely understand, but it seems to have good reason for its appearance.

It is a world I lived in for nearly two decades now, and it is a world I will continue to see in all my fondest, most abiding memories. A world so cold upon the shore, so empty, and yet so beautiful. A world so full of death, and yet so alive. A moon so bright and beautiful upon the sky.

13. The night sky kisses blood oranges lined with white and blue and red. I can see a small group of figures moving in the sky, slowly but surely gaining scale. Their movement is slow and, if not for the jagged edges of their weapons they might pass for human. Their eyes are a blur, and their smile is nothing but teeth.

14. Headless animals shiver in their sleep, and the world writhes on the edge of a precipice. You walk along, your boots crunch soft straw in the pen, and your shoes are stained with blood.

15. Mustaches creep creepily around his apartment, his neighbors started to notice that it left his face every night.

16. Slouching gargoyles lay spooky stones by the door, and the kitchen was decked out in a varied selection of fire.

17. Something is sitting in the center of the spectre tapestries. It is the thing that waits for those who would lose their way, and it is the one that plays its tune.

It is the one that begins in the quiet of the forest and reaches out into the very marrow of the world. It is the one that is not a thing, but is all that is, and which holds the answer to the question, How is it that I can love you? And if I cannot, what am I to do?

I see you in my dreams, and you would not hear me. But I know you, so I ask you. Are you there?

I ask you, are you there?

18. The unseen graveyard stretches for miles, far beyond the shore. And in the quiet that follows, the funeral dirge of that land sings.

19. Deep-skulled jack-o’-lanterns smell the warmth of my nose as I inhale it, the deep, musky smell of blood and wool and skin.

20. This town is filled with orange dust, cluttering the street and obscuring the sun.

And in the middle of the town, where the roads once met, there’s only one street: the one that goes right up to the house where the Reverend lives.

It is that street that leads out of the town, and down the steep incline where the ground oozes whenever the Reverend walks. It is that street that I now see, and that is where I will follow.

I will follow it as it leads out of the town and over the edge of the cliff. I will see the house, and the footprints that lead further into it, and the blood that flows from the wounds that followed him.

21. Mist-sheep chew on tombstones, and I think I’ve got a soft spot for you.

22. A scarecrow cuts a pumpkin with a sharp scythe from a wooden block. She rides on top of it and looks over it. She sees something staring at her from the pumpkin.

23. The graveworm snatches out the eyes of strangers who come by and threatens them in language that no one understands. The hunger is in its mouth, and it smiles as it waits for those who will soon be in its teeth.

24. Mist lamps glow with circling green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange… it’s like… it’s like there’s, it’s a, it’s a fog machine, or something?

25.Monsters crawl through alien fursona on the streets of Tokyo, and people come running begging for help. There are no monsters in this story, but people do make monsters out of each other.

26. Spooky house skulls peeking out of the dreamlike brambles, and I swear I saw the outline of a long, thin hand. It slowly stalked its prey, darting between them like a hungry vulture.

27. Gangly moonlit grave rabbits lurk outside the windows of the church, and I can hear the regular chirping of the birds outside.

28. Murder rats roam the streets below the buried Earth Church.

The sky is blue and seeps with an invisible sickness; the chill of the November air is still in your bones, and you are wrapped in a thin blanket of damp. The churchyard smells of rot.

29. A shrub plays the banjo from the shadows, and the tune is as old as the hills, and it is the mood that suits me, as it is the harmony that makes me happy, and it is the song that I am. It is the only song that I will ever truly know.

30. Pumpkins melt quietly, quietly into the winter night, and the world seems to forget the rain.

31. The white skull leans out of the tower of the Palace of the End. The vacant blue skies of the prison are mirrored in the windows of the other side. It is an empty place, the last occupant has left it locked that fateful day.

[five-rivers]

Loved 6

Written for Dannymay 2021 Day 15: Nature

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“Danny,” said Sam, “what’s wrong?”

The question was, really, far too vague. Many things were wrong all the time, especially with Danny. Part and parcel of being what he was, living where they were, and doing what he did. Although she was more comfortable with it all than Tucker, she could acknowledge that things were… bad. That the world was messed up. That, although people could be horrible to each other on their own, the monstrous beings lurking under the fabric of reality did not help.

But Danny had been in especially low spirits for the last few days. She’d almost say he was depressed, but she was hesitant to apply mental health disorders to someone who wasn’t even entirely human anymore. He’d also been unusually quiet, but he had admitted some time ago that he was having progressively more difficulty ‘finding words,’ so that could be the reason instead.

If she could find out why he was upset, maybe she could cheer him up. Or at least support him.

He made a face, one hand covering his mouth as he talked. “You remember that time, um, when Clockwork… The gifts?” He touched his wrist.

“Yes?” said Sam, prompting him to continue.

Danny glanced down the otherwise oddly-deserted school hallway. “It’s… He had me eat with him. Sort of. Ever since then, my teeth have been…” He paused his hand now firmly pressed to his face.

“Weird?” suggested Tucker, voice low.

Danny nodded. “I had – I was venomous, in the Dream, I don’t—” He faltered.

“Do they hurt?” asked Sam.

“Mhm.”

“Do you think biting into something might help?” asked Sam as she swung her backpack off her shoulder and rummaged in it.

Danny’s eyes seemed to glaze over as he considered the question. Finally, he shrugged.

Sam found what she was looking for. “Here,” she said, holding out the shiny red apple. “Try this.”

Danny examined the apple, careful and silent. The fruit was reflected, vividly, in his eyes. Once. Twice. Three times? No. Danny had two eyes. Two perfect, insightful, soulful eyes.

Delicately, he took it. He still didn’t remove the hand over his mouth.

“We’ve seen worse, man,” mumbled Tucker.

“Not when I’m being human,” protested Danny. Gingerly, he removed his other hand from his mouth and brought the apple to his lips.

When his lips parted, Sam could see what he was talking about. Those were definitely, clearly, fangs. Sharp, smooth, and white. They sparkled even in the flat overhead school lights. Something bluish and clear glistened at their tips.

Was Danny venomous?

(Why did that excite her?)

They crunched into the apple. Danny held it there, still and tense, for a few seconds before his expression melted into absolute bliss.

“Feel better?” asked Sam.

“Mmmhmm,” said Danny, eyes half closed.

“Guys?” said Tucker. “We should probably go now. Before they kick us out.”

“Huh?”

“It’s the end of the school day. School’s been out for half an hour.”

Sam frowned. Was it? She… Did she… She did remember going to all her classes. She shook her head, dismissing the momentary lapse.

Danny regretfully disengaged from the apple, blinked, and swayed. His outline wavered. Sam grabbed his wrist, and a jolt ran up her bones, making her teeth hurt as if she had just bitten down on ice. He stabilized again.

“Thank you,” he said.

He did not notice that she had taken the apple.

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She set the apple on her desk, and the color stood out vibrantly against the dark-stained wood and her black, goth-themed knickknacks. The color, which was a different than what it had been when she had given the apple to Danny.

The neon blue skin was cold enough to gather condensation and smooth under her fingers. There was otherwise little evidence that Danny had bitten into it. The holes had sealed over, leaving only small depressions.

She knew what she wanted to do. She knew what she shouldn’t do.

Danny said she couldn’t die. That he had destroyed her death, among others. She trusted him.

But it was always good to be prepared.

She set up a text on a timer. If she wasn’t able to cancel it in the next ten minutes, it would go out to Danny and Tucker.

The bed would be the best place to do this. She sat down on the edge, feet firmly planted on the floor.

She bit into the apple.

For a few seconds, she was disappointed, but then.

Then.

She let herself drop back onto her bed, the springs creaking slightly and the covers gently fluttering. She exhaled. Inhaled. Exhaled. Blinked. Closed her eyes. Opened them again.

Everything. Everything.

It was like seeing for the first time. The world was as thin as rice paper. The light was shinning through. It’s true nature.

And all the people. Everywhere. Everyone. Connected.

She—

Everyone.

Beyond the rice paper they could see and touch and feel, the false veil above the truth they couldn’t look at directly, but Danny could and, oh.

Was this what he saw all the time? Was he always filled with this sense of—

Of charity? Of- of—

What could she call this? Care? Empathy?

Could she call it love?

(She could. He was. Because he was loving. But his understanding of love was overwritten and subsumed by his understanding of Love. There could be no other way.)

(To love was human. Love was divine.)

If everyone could feel like this…

Sam knew how much people could hurt each other. She knew how terrible the world was.

(Her grandfather had only died a few years ago. He’d been born in Germany.)

She knew how stressed Danny was about hurting others, even when it was his mere existence that was harmful – And Sam wasn’t so sure that it was harmful. If Danny hadn’t just internalized the vitriol and hate that his parents practically consisted of.

If everyone could feel like this…

They’d had a conversation, back when they’d connected the others to cults, about whether or not cults were a natural result of the others’ presence, or if they were actually encouraged by the others. Maybe it was a combination of the two, but Sam now had good evidence for the former.

This. This was natural. This was right.

And she would work hard to make everything else right, too.

The feeling faded after another few… minutes? Hours?

Minutes. It had to be minutes. Otherwise, Danny and Tucker would be here.

The timer.

She fumbled her phone open just in time to cancel the text.

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Sam was tempted to take another bite of the apple, but she knew that she had to be careful with her resources. She had her vision. Her goal. Her plan to make the world a better place.

It started here.

She leaned on her shovel and checked the depth of the hole in the ground. Good. Good. Room enough for the apple and room enough for the fertilizer.

She used her fingernails to slit open a bag of the latter and then placed the apple reverently on top of the small pile. A shadow passed over her. It didn’t seem like quite enough, did it?

Perhaps… an offering? She emptied the contents of her pocket. Coins. A six-sided die with a bat in place of its ‘one’ pip. A caramel and a strawberry candy her grandmother had given her that morning. A small picture of herself, Danny, and Tucker. A safely pin.

She arranged them carefully around the apple. The safety pin gleamed in the light.

Staring at her. She stared back.

Maybe…

She picked up the pin and squeezed it to free the sharp end. Then, before she could hesitate, before she could have second thoughts, she drew it over the ball of her thumb. Blood welled up from the small wound, and she let it drip on the soil surrounding the apple.

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The tree grew into a sapling overnight. The next day, it was taller than Sam. On the third, the trunk was thicker than both her wrists together. By the end of the week, it had burst into bloom.

Sam made sure to water it every day.

Danny, meanwhile, continued to have problems with his teeth. He spoke less, his words slurred and lisping around his still-growing fangs, but that didn’t matter to her and Tucker. After the years they’d spent together, they could read each other pretty well.

Sam maintained a constant supply of apples for him to bite down on. Most of the time, he ate them afterwards, which she couldn’t really begrudge him, but sometimes he’d leave them on his desk or on the table or just out and Sam would put aside her next afternoon for experimentation.

Before she knew it, the tree was bearing fruit. Rose-red and perfectly shaped, not a trace of scale or insects. Sam knew exactly what to do with them.

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“Hey,” she said, as her parents walked in, “I made an apple pie. Tell me if it’s any good.”