#so i gotta make sure those weeds are gone!

[guardian-angle22]

i forgot how much work it takes to upkeep a lawn/garden/backyard as soon as it turns spring time. i barely got a fourth of what i needed to get done today and yet my body feels like i ran a 5K out of the blue.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡Tasty Confessions 🥮

You've ordered: a vanilla gingerbread tart! enjoy!

"This is falling, falling in love"

Leona Kingscholar x reader | word count: 1,418 words

Summary: holiday confession gone wrong...and right? 🥮

Warnings: none!

Note: i don't celebrate christmas, so in the fic, i didn't specify the holiday (used "holiday season" instead)

"Trey, a little help here?" you yelled, attempting to carry two trays of tart shells out of the oven.

"Ah, coming! You've gotta be careful, Y/n." the green haired boy reminded you, rushing over and taking one of the trays.

The cozy holiday season had settled upon Night Raven College rather nicely. Decorations were put up and plans for celebration were in full swing. And you intended to make this one extra special.

You'd decided to bake tarts for your friends in the various dorms and even a few for the NRC staff. As you filled the shells with various creams and custards, Trey helped you out, offering up his baking expertise when you were caught in the weeds about how to do this.

As you now cut up various fruits and other sweets for decoration, the door to the kitchen opened and in walked Cater, holding Grim in his arms.

"I couldn't get him to stop. He somehow smelled your tarts from down the hall." Cater said, seeming like he'd put in a lot of effort in trying to stop the cat-like creature.

"Hey, you better save some for me, henchman!" Grim exclaimed, hopping out of Cater's arms and onto the counter.

"Don't worry Grim. After i'm done, I'll make you all the tuna tarts you want." you smiled, scratching under his chin.

"Hey Y/n, why are these tarts different than all the others?" Cater questioned, pointing to a small batch of tarts that were obviously different from the others.

Your cheeks colored a bit upon being questioned, your hand almost dropping the spoon you held.

"Those are...for Leona." you admitted, cater letting out an excited "Ooh!"

It was no secret that you had a crush on Leona. The lion beastman had caught your attention the first day you'd arrived. You used to think he was lazy and rude, but after being around him for a while, your outlook changed. And so did your feelings.

"I plan on writing a note to him in which i confess my feelings and...putting it in his tart bag..." you murmured, your cheeks warming up in embarrassment.

"Confessing to him with tarts? how cute." Trey quipped, placing a tray of finished tarts into the fridge to chill.

"Yeah, I just hope it goes well..."

"Oh trust me, I'm sure he likes you too. Leona isn't keen on putting up with people just like that." Cater said, swiping a bit of cream onto his finger and tasting it.

"Cater!" you scolded, rushing to grab grim before he dunked his whole head in the bowl.

"Alright, alright! enough fun. I've gotta get back to baking." you playfully grumbled, shooing them out.

A day had passed since you cooked up your delicious sweet treats. Each person had 5 tarts, all in a clear bag with a colored ribbon on top. You went around to each dorm handing out the tasty tarts and to your surprise, everyone loved them!

You finally stopped in front of your final destination: the Savanaclaw dorms. You clutched the basket in your hands, glancing down at it to do one last check. One for Ruggie, one for Jack, and obviously one for....?! You then realized you were short one bag...and it was the most important bag of all. Just where was Leona's bag??

In haste, you quickly scrambled back over to Heartslabyul, ignoring a nagging Riddle as you barged into the kitchen. You looked everywhere, every nook and cranny. Absolutely nothing.

You grabbed your phone, calling trey.

"Hey Trey. Have you seen the tarts I made for...you know who?" you asked, praying that he knew something.

"No, sorry Y/n. the last I saw of them was when I left last night, and they were still in your basket. did something happen?" he asked, seeming concerned.

"Uh, you know what? Don't worry about it. Thanks Trey." you said before hanging up.

It wasn't like the tarts had grown legs and ran away! You didn't have time for this. And you definitely didn't have the time to make new tarts. You asked across the dorms (except Savanaclaw) if they'd seen the tarts, to which everyone responded no. What were you going to do?

As you paced around the hallway, someone called out your name. Turning, you were met by Ruggie, a member of Savanaclaw. Upon seeing your panic, Ruggie made his way over to you, tail flicking.

"Y/n, what's wrong? You look more stressed than Leona when he can't get his favorite sandwich." he asked.

You let out a sigh of defeat, leaning against the wall. "I made tarts for everyone to celebrate the holidays. I also made...special tarts for Leona. I was going to tell him how I feel today, but...I can't find his damn tarts!" you groaned.

"Well, what did they look like?" Ruggie asked.

"They were in a clear bag like everyone else's. But his had a yellow and black ribbon on it, whereas the ones for you and jack were just yellow." you could already see the guilt on Ruggie's face.

"Spit it out."

"I may or may not have found said package of tarts...and given them to Leona-" Ruggie mumbled, visibly sweat-dropping.

Your mouth fell open in horror as you realized the situation you were in. Leona...had already gotten your tarts!

"Ruggie, where is Leona right now?" you asked urgently, shoving the basket into his arms.

"Oof! Uhhh...I think he's in the botanical garden. that's where I gave them to him."

You made a mad dash down the hall, bursting into the garden. Your eyes frantically looked around, spotting a tail in the corner of your eye.

When you got closer, your stomach dropped as you saw Leona, already breaking into the sweet treats.

"Need something, herbivore?" the beastman asked, his tail flicking.

You swallowed, taking a breath before walking over and snatching up the note.

"You didn't read this, right?" you asked, Leona smirking as he licked cream off of the corner of his lips.

"And what if i did?" he challenged, your heart dropping.

"H-how much did you-?" "All of it."

The note fell from your hands, your heart aching as you looked Leona in the eyes. Damn...this was embarrassing.

As you tried to keep yourself from panicking, you stepped closer to him, kneeling down to his level. "So...how do you feel about what you read?"

Leona let out a soft "Hm", as if he were thinking of the perfect response. "Come a little closer." he said.

You shuffled a bit closer to him, mumbling a soft "Yeah?" as you did. The lion man just smirked, beckoning you closer.

"Come on herbivore, get closer. Just a little. And close your eyes."

You moved closer till you were practically touching noses with Leona, your eyes fluttering shut. You felt like your heart would leap out of your chest at any given moment.

thwack! You pulled back, your eyes opening in surprise. Leona had just flicked you in the forehead!

"What the hell, leona?" you exclaimed, your hand flying up to caress the spot he'd flicked.

"You really are dense." "What-"

Leona leaned in a bit closer this time, his breath tickling your cheek. "You think I ate your tarts out of pity? If I didn't want 'em, I could've easily given 'em away. Seems I've taken...a liking to you, herbivore."

You froze right there, on the spot. you couldn't believe what you were hearing. THE Leona Kingscholar just confessed to YOU. You didn't have time to think before leona captured your chin between his thumb and index finger, his emerald green eyes locking with yours.

"Hm, you still don't seem very convinced." Before you could even think...Leona's lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft and warm and made you feel all fuzzy inside. You slowly eased into it, your hands coming up to cup his face as a warmth flowed through your body.

When it was over, you nodded your head, a slight flush on your cheeks. "Yeah...I get it now..."

Leona let out an amused chuckle, pulling you down to lay with him, a soft yelp leaving you.

"Don't you usually sleep alone?" you mumbled, your face warming up.

"You owe me. All your tarts made me sleepy. Your punishment is to lay with me and not move a muscle."

You laughed a little, reaching up to tuck a bit of hair behind his ear. "Should be easy enough."

And just like that, your holiday was one to remember.🥮

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[vivimura]

PAIRING ~ dropout!pjs x fem!reader

SUMMARY ~ an argument with dropout fwb jay over what your futures would be like after you graduate escalates.

GENRE ~ angst, suggestive.

WORD COUNT ~ 1.125k

ᯓ★ first fic! hope you guys like it lol.

"i wanna settle down by twenty five."

he chuckled, his eyebrows shooting up at your cute and almost innocent confession. “settle down… at twenty five…?” he repeated your words back to you, his eyes slightly widening in fake surprise. “baby girl, you’re twenty one. you barely just started college and you’re already thinking of marriage.” you wore a motivated smile on your lips and shrugged. though, his hostility stung. "you don't think about that stuff? you're like- twenty five soon." he let out a scoff, his smirk returning. “marriage and kids aren’t really in the cards for me,” he simply replied back, his hands now making their way down your thighs. “i’ve got better things to think about.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. "yeah? like what kind of weed to buy next? whom to hook up with?"

he chuckled at your comment before he shook his head. “there’s gotta be more to life than just working a boring job and popping out babies.” he mumbled, his breath fanning over your skin as he now leaned his face against your neck. “i want to live life to the fullest, travel, experience things. you can’t do that if you’re at home changing diapers all day.”

you remained silent, simply looking into his eyes as you tried imagining what the future would entail for the two of you, and if the two of you were even in touch. "we really are different people." he chuckled at that as he looked up at your face again. he didn’t reply, he already knew that himself. “trust me, i know,” he said simply, the smirk never leaving his face. he kept his eyes on your face for a moment, studying your features carefully before his smirk widened into a smug “and it’s cute how you think that marriage and kids are like a magical fix for whatever problems you come up with.”

you frowned, his words poking you in ways you weren't a fan of. "it's cute how you think traveling the world will fulfill the inner loneliness you've had after having grown up in a shitty household." your reply was low, and you knew it. but you were too riled up to care. he raised his eyebrows at that, his gaze hardening as he looked at you with a cold, almost annoyed look. “watch your mouth, baby,” he said sternly, his smirk now gone and replaced with a steely look. his hands grabbed your thighs tighter, nails digging into the skin. “i don’t appreciate you psychoanalyzing my life like you know anything about it.” "and i just love you being judgmental of my ambitions." you sarcastically grumbled, flashing an almost mocking sweet smile.

“i’m just being realistic,” he deadpanned back while he leaned his body farther forward, effectively making you lay down against the headboard of the bed. he was now on top of you, his body between your spread legs and his face hovering just a few inches above yours. he looked down at you with an almost icy cold look. “there’s more to life than just marrying some college prick and popping out babies.”

"are you, though?" you tilted your head, not backing down under his piercing gaze. "are you sure you're not just jealous that you'll never be that guy in my life?" he let out a scoff at that, though his expression darkened as a small, almost unnoticeable frown formed on his lips. “you really think you’re so special?” he asked, his eyes narrowing into a glare, his hands still gripping your thighs. “you think you’re so unique that you’ll get some perfect happy ending like those white chick movies?”

you bit the inside of your cheeks, glaring right back at him defensively. "I'm an ambitious woman with genuine plans for life. the hell are you? a pathetic dropout who deals drugs for a living? I mean, what if you get caught, huh?"

he let out a scoff at that, not even a hint of humor in his expression as he continued staring down at you. “pathetic dropout who deals drugs?” he repeated your words back to you, his grip on your thighs getting even tighter, his nails digging deeper into the skin. “i make more money than those little preppy boys your daddy wants you to marry.”

"yeah, and you'll probably overdose or go to jail before those preppy boys do!" you hissed at the stinging feeling of his nails. he let out a scoff again, that icy cold look never leaving his face as he looked back out at you. “and what if i do?” he asked with a shrug. he didn’t care whether he ended up in jail or with a needle sticking out of his vein. “you’ll go to college, find some rich boy, marry him and pop out a mini you. and you’ll sit in your white picket fence house with two point five kids and your husband who can’t get you off.”

your eyes flared in anger. but fuck, why were his replies irritating you as much as they were turning you on? "oh, and what the hell do you know about getting me off!?" he stared down at your lips, a familiar cocky grin beginning to form on his own. "you forgot that I've been the one getting you off since, what-, three months now?" he mocked. "don't deny it. you've almost squirted on my face a few-" your eyes bulge out at his filthy words, and you bring your hand up to cover his mouth to cut him off. your ears burn in pure embarrassment. "jay, I swear to god-" he let out a loud laugh that was muffled by your hand, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked down at you. he smirked under your hand, his hands still grasping you by the thighs. he slowly pulled your hand away from his mouth, but his hold on your wrist didn’t loosen. “so you do remember,” he said in a cocky, teasing tone, a smirk on his lips. "you're seriously fucking pissing me off." your hands formed fists on the soft material of jay's duvet. god, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off his mouth. he continued to chuckle at your pissed off demeanor, his smirk only growing wider and his grip on your wrist only getting tighter. he leaned down closer to your face, his face now only inches away, and he made sure to lock his eyes with yours and hold your gaze, not breaking eye contact. “it’s true though, isn't it? nobody can make you feel as good as I do." you let out a frustrated sigh, feeling a certain wet, sticky feeling appear between your legs. "it's not. seriously. quit it, park." "nah." he chuckled sinisterly. he caught ahold of both your wrists, pinning them with his single right hand with ease. his naturally sharp jaw was clenched in a way that only made it sharper in an intimidating way. suddenly, he brought his free hand to cup your heat covered just by a flimsy pair of shorts. "park-" your eyes widened and you squirmed in his bed, trying to wriggle your hands out of his grip. "sh-sh-shh.." "I'll show you what's better than a two point five."

[archangeldyke-all]

why did I see this post and immediately think of Sevika?? https://www.tumblr.com/sappho-made-me-do-it/764096234440032256?source=share I can def imagine her doing this in public because she's so damn possessive

this gif gave me shivers watching it and thinking about sevika... i've been thinking about this ask all week i'm so happy i could finally write it!!

men and minors dni

sevika's gonna blow your fucking cover.

silco sent the pair of you up, undercover, to get dirt on one of piltover's long standing aldermen. it's well known that he's got very illegal ties with a development company-- taking close to twenty percent off all their earnings in exchange for letting them start development on the longstanding zaunite promenade.

the only way you've managed to sneak into this party (held in his own fucking home because he's rich enough to live in a house with a ballroom) is by pretending to be complete strangers.

you're a cater-waiter. this was an easy cover. almost all the staff working the event are from zaun, you just picked the nearest one your size and handed them a sack of coins to trade outfits and scram for the evening. it was the easiest decision of the kid's life.

sevika's cover wasn't so easy. silco insisted that sevika shared an uncanny resemblance to a well-known socialite, but when you got there to drug the lady for the evening and disguise sev, you nearly pissed yourself laughing. perhaps the woman looked like sevika forty years ago. but now, she's a crouched over, wrinkled up, old lady.

so, she was easy to knock out. it wasn't so easy getting sevika to look old. you told her to tell her friends she got work done. she glared at you so hard you're surprised you didn't burst into flames.

but the thing is, it's not even the shitty disguise that's gonna blow it. it's the fact that she won't take her fucking hands off of you.

and, it's not a spoken rule, but people from piltover-- especially ones this rich-- do not interact with cater-waiters... and they certainly don't keep pinching said cater-waiter's ass, and trailing off to eye-fucking at you across the room mid-conversation, and trapping you in a pantry to have a steamy makeout session mid party.

and now, to make matters worse, another one of the cater-waiters is trying to flirt with you, too. and you really don't want to deal with a sevika murdering anyone tonight. it would totally blow your cover.

"so..." you think their name is zack? zane? asks. "i've got some weed. me and a couple of the dishwashers are gonna go to some topside bar after... you wanna join?" they ask.

you cringe and shake your head. "sorry, i gotta get home." you mumble, quickly grabbing the fresh plate of appetizers from him and sprinting out of the kitchen.

you bump right into sevika and groan. the wrinkles you'd painted onto her skin with eyeshadow are completely smeared and gone from earlier, and she's got her eyes pinned on the swinging door you just came from.

"did they fucking touch you?"

"do you want a bacon wrapped shrimp madame?" you ask.

sevika's glare drops momentarily, and she shoves two of the shrimp in her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the taste, and then her glare returning. "i'm gonna fucking kill them. find a way to fill a to-go box with those." she growls, pointing at the plate.

you giggle and take a quick look around, making sure nobody's looking, before swooping in to kiss her cheek. "they didn't touch me. i won't let them. please just play along for a little longer so we can ditch this lame ass party and go home." you whisper.

sevika sighs, then crouches back over in her old lady posture. "fine." she grunts, turning around and shuffling back to the party. you chuckle, and she flips you off over her shoulder.

she doesn't drop it.

to be fair... zin(?) does make a pass at you again. they find you refilling the refreshments and wrap their arm around you like you're familiar, or something.

sevika sees it, and your stomach drops. you're pretty sure you can see steam coming out of her ears.

you duck out of their arm and scurry across the ballroom, shoving the bag of ice you're carrying into the nearest uniform's arms.

sevika's storming across the floor (much faster than any old lady should) and you meet her right in the center, one finger pointed out and a nasty glare on your face.

sevika freezes, half a foot from you, her eyes darting between whats-their-name and you.

"we are surrounded by hundreds of people. do not blow your cover." you whisper-shout.

sevika deflates again, and you think that's the end of it. you quickly turn around to leave the dance floor, but sevika grabs your wrist, and pulls you back into her chest.

you gasp-- and before you can say anything, she's licking one long stripe up your neck.

you shudder, your eyes falling shut for just a moment, before you pry them open to make sure nobody saw, giving a firm elbow to the gut. sevika just chuckles, and from the sound of silverware clattering to the ballroom floor, you know whats-their name saw too.

"i'm gonna fucking kill you." you mutter.

"i look forward to it." sevika giggles, giving your ass a firm pat before walking away.

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[cinnamanz]

# DARLING, I — chapter four!

when new york city’s widely-known spider-woman's life becomes unknowingly entwined with a member of the rising global girl group katseye, she learns that juggling superhero duties, university, and a sudden crush may or may not just be the downfall of her. but hey, at least she's helping people, right?

SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST

it wasn't often that y/n went to parties, her plate was always crowded with an inordinate amount of responsibilities. if she wasn’t in the dark room or choosing photos for the yearbook and the twitter account to promote the school, she’d be out taking the subway and skateboarding down nyc to snap a photo.

then, if she wasn’t seen doing either of those things, she’d be cooped up in her room fiddling with the mixer and her ears drowning in headphones. and if she wasn’t seen doing any of those, you could most possibly-probably-definitely see her swinging around in a spandex and masking herself with her alter ego, spider-woman.

however, in the (somewhat) silence that blanketed nyc at christmas eve, she pulls herself out of bed and down the stairs. on a bright yellow sticky note stuck on the fridge door was aunt may’s handwriting. “went to feast. come drop by in the morning if you can.”

now as she pedalled along the dimly-lit streets of nyc to pick up yunjin, she couldn't help but admire how quiet the streets were, and how calmer it was at night compared to when the sun has risen and— oh, this must be it. the jolliest townhouse in the block. great.

the last time she'd gone to a part was... what, five years ago? when yunjin threw herself a graduation party which ended up with her face planting onto the floor after attempting to trust fall onto a crowd of illegally inebriated graduates.

normal yunjin party, normal yunjin shenanigans, so naturally y/n had ended up taking care of her rather than jumping the bandwagon on getting shitfaced wasted. not that she liked drinking anyway. uncle ben always shielded her from that. taught her not to turn to substances. either way, even then, she'd always been the one yunjin runs to whenever she needed looking after.

y/n locked her bike around the nearest pole, tugging at the plastic cable a few times and making sure it was fastened tightly before walking up the stairs of hyunjin's townhouse, fishing her phone out of her pocket.

as she opened the door, a strong gust of booze and weed washed over her face like a wave, nose scrunching on cue as the tight hallway of the townhouse squeezed swaying bodies together like sardines, bright flashing lights and puking people made the sight more unseemly.

"you've gotta be kidding me."

her feet found hyunjin sprawled on the couch like a starfish, eyes staring up at the ceiling absentmindedly. "hyunjin."

his eyes met y/n's for a split second, though slightly inebriated, he knew what she was here for. nodding at her before staring back at the ceiling, he responds. "upstairs. guest bathroom, i think."

as she made her way up the stairs (successfully dodging stained floorboards with puke and grinding bodies), she noticed a panicked looking brunette filing in and out of the guest bedroom.

like a moth to a flame, she couldn't help but be pulled in by the sight, a scene that stood out within the ocean of grinding skin, feet moving before she could realise, dragging her into the room and being given a full show of yunjin hunched over the toilet bowl with another woman bunching her hair up into a makeshift ponytail.

"yunjin." she'd mumbled before entering the room and moving past the brunette, leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom with a grimace. "christ."

the woman holding yunjin's hair looked up at y/n, eyes widening in unsure familiarity, and despite the loud retching and gagging by yunjin, a smile crosses her face. "hi, are you y/n?"

"uh, yeah. how long has she been throwing up?"

"like, five minutes ago? she's been mumbling your name right before she got sick."

"god. sorry, what's your name?"

"sophia. and uh, that over there is manon."

y/n whips her neck around at the mention of the brunette girl, and sweet mother of christ, she was gorgeous. a beauty carved by the greek gods themselves. yunjin's retching ricochets off the walls and y/n was forced to tear her eyes from the beauty standing behind her, kneeling down next to her childhood best friend.

"i appreciate it, sophia. thank you for looking after yunjin. i'll take over from here."

who thought getting shitfaced drunk on christmas eve was a good idea? yunjin, clearly.

ADVANCED MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! (its already christmas for me) HAPPY HOLIDAYS GUYS

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[madameevil]

Gotta love the polarizing reviews of "the story moved me to tears with intense choices that mattered" and "I couldn't be a racist asshole so the writing was boring." (heavy sarcasm)

I just need to stop looking at polarizing reviews for my own mental health at this point. It's exhausting. I just wanna play the game and enjoy it without people on the Internet insulting everyone or calling them "shills" if they do enjoy it. I think I'll just vanish until it releases and enjoy all the fan art on Tumblr instead of venturing outside.

(personal rant below cut)

1. Haven't played the game so I don't know if there will be conflicts between party members but also the world is actively ending.

In Origins it was just Ferelden and a slow moving horde that would EVENTUALLY threaten the whole world.

Dragon Age 2 was an isolated conflict that would grow to have impacts on Andrastian Thedas.

Inquisition has an opponent moving really only in Southern Thedas who was constantly getting out maneuvered.

I think all of those allow some allies to be a bit cross with each other. But not really sure I would pick allies who constantly bicker when the threat is what it's advertised to be in Veilguard. If Inquisition took place in the future timeline where everything had already gone to shit, the last thing I would need are characters having a spat in the kitchen pantry. Like that's great guys but we just lost the whole Eastern continent because you're arguing over petty things that have NO MEANING IF WE DON'T DO SOMETHING.

2. I have to wonder if part of it is also weeding out people Bioware doesn't want in their communities anymore. Maybe they don't want to give you the option to be pro-slavery because IDK it's super fucked up?? And maybe if you're the kind of person who consistently made that choice in DA2 they don't want you in the community anymore. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ There are less horrific choices that can be presented to the player that are difficult to make for reasons that aren't grounded in "to be a racist, sexist, asshat and to be a human capable of understanding ." If you're mad you can't be the asshat way in this game then, maybe it is best you just leave the series for good.

3. NOT EVERY FANTASY PIECE OF MEDIA HAS TO BE GAME OF THRONES LEVEL DARK. GEEZE PEOPLE. I've recently replayed origin for the umpteenth time and 2 and Inquisition. They're not "dark and serious" games. Even my friend playing through them for the first time is like "People call this dark and serious?" I don't want every media to be dark and gritty. I don't want all fantasy to be Game of Thrones. It's not the end all be all.

Anyway that's all. Just had to rant into the void a bit.

[spectrechosts]

Maneater - Chapter 3

Camilla is broke and has a Lamia to feed, but surely somebody has to be in the market for aphrodisiac venom.

Hey wait, who's that?

Full Series

Camilla had money problems.

She had had money problems already, but now there was a giant snake shaped drain on her finances taking them from moderate to severe. Sikka seemed content to sleep most of the week away, but she would be hungry again at some point, so she needed money and she needed it fast.

She didn't have a job as such, but she, y'know, knew people. People who sold stuff. And those people knew people, and so she could get to know them too, and hopefully make enough money to not get eaten by a giant fucking snake.

At least, not in the literal sense.

So she was waiting in an alley in the middle of the night, because why get murdered in an interesting supernatural way when the regular way works just fine?

And then a woman materialized in front of her out of a swarm of bats, as if her life wasn't weird enough.

"Christ!" She yelped.

"Hey! Don't be saying that shit around me, c'mon." The vampire grumbled. "You Camilla?"

She nodded briskly.

"Cool. Alice." The vampire said, extending a hand that Camilla reached out and shook. "What're you in the market for?"

"Oh, uh, I actually wanted to know if I could uh, supply stuff? For you to sell?"

"Ugh, you a murderer? Because I'll take human body parts but I've gotta be honest, they don't sell for as much as you'd hope if you're not properly removing and preserving the organs, and you don't look the type."

"What? No!"

"Monster hunter? You have to tell me if you are, or it's entrapment."

"No!" Camilla said, exasperated. "I just sell weed, sometimes."

"Hm. Weed isn't really my department. Also legal." Alice said, bored.

"Yeah man, that's why I'm broke and talking to you, people are just buying that shit at the mall."

"Okay. So..?"

Camilla leaned in.

"Lamia venom." She half-whispered.

"Ooh." Alice said, eyes sparkling. "Yeah, I can sell that. How much do you have?"

Camilla shrugged.

"Like, however much you want, I guess?"

Alice's eyes narrowed.

"Are you keeping a Lamia? Because this really isn't their climate."

"Yeah, I've noticed, but unfortunately she's keeping me and I need to pay for food and heating somehow."

"Ha! Good luck with that. Text me when you've got some, we can work out a price."

And just like that she was gone again, bats scattering into the night.

~

"Aight, wake up sleepyhead! We've got work to do!"

"Bwuh?"

Sikka poked her head out of her coiled tail, bundled on top of Camilla's couch. She was effortlessly beautiful as always, until she yawned and revealed her gaping maw once again.

Camilla wasn't sure she would ever get used to that.

She fished a jar out of her ratty backpack and clambered into the bed of coils, the writhing mass shifting to accommodate her.

"My songbiiiiird." The lamia cooed, grabbing at her.

"Hey, leggo-" Camilla said, squirming away from her grasp while she opened the jar with a grunt. "Okay, you want lots of food, yeah?"

"Yes! Lots of food!"

"So what we're gonna do- Let- Stop it- What we're gonna do, is you're going to open your mouth, okay?"

"Okay!" Sikka said, opening her mouth wide.

"Okay, now-" Camilla held up the jar so that Sikka's long venomous fangs were inside it. "Hold this here."

Sikka took the jar in both her hands and closed her jaws a bit, her fangs hanging out of her now mostly human-looking mouth. She crooked her head curiously.

"Now, do your venom thing. In the jar."

Sikka scrunched her face up, her fangs shivered a little.

And nothing happened.

"You're not, uh, doing anything."

Sikka whined in frustration and tried again, still doing nothing, and then opened her eyes.

"Easier to do in pretty girl! Let me-" The lamia started, setting the jar aside and looming over Camilla.

"Hey! No!" Camilla said, holding her at bay and placing the jar back to her mouth. "It has to be in the jar, or you don't get more food."

The snake whined.

"Venom is for mate! Not jar!"

"Listen! You wanna eat human? I can get you human, if you can just put the venom in the fucking jar."

Sikka grumbled, but kept trying.

"Easier if mate Camilla helps..." She muttered, after a few more minutes of effort with nothing to show.

"Okay, help how?"

"Make feel good!" Sikka said, excitedly. "Then, easier to pretend jar is you!"

Camilla rolled her eyes and stripped off her shirt. "Why didn't you just say that in the first place?" She husked, gently guiding the snake onto her back. "Of course your mate can help you with that."

She dipped her head into Sikka's neck and kissed it, sucking hard on the soft skin and making the lamia squeak. She mashed her hand into one of her tits, groping it roughly.

This time, she would be the one in control. No surprise tongue bullshit. Or surprise venom bullshit. No surprises, period.

Well, maybe some surprises, because she wasn't actually sure what Sikka's whole genital situation was? She hadn't seen anything, and it's not like she wore any clothes. Still, if the fleshy bulge she could feel poking her leg was what she thought it was, that was something she knew how to work with. She reached down and-

"...Sikka?" She asked, glancing down.

"Haah?" The snake panted.

"Why do you have two dicks?"

She looked at the two tapered pink shafts that had sprouted from where Sikka's torso met her tail.

Just full of surprises, this girl.

"How many humans have?"

"One."

"Hah! Two better, I show you!" Sikka boasted.

"No! You just, lie there and hold the jar."

Camilla did not need Sikka to show her what she was capable of doing to her with those right now. The snake was already liable to forget what they were trying to do at any moment, she needed to stay focused.

Sikka nodded slowly, watching transfixed as Camilla lowered herself along her body.

"Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?" Camilla asked, grabbing the base of one of the shafts. It was weirdly shaped, and kinda slick to the touch? But she figured it couldn't be that different to a human dick.

"No?" Sikka answered. "What's thaaaaaaahh~"

Camilla took one of the cocks into her mouth, sinking most of the way down the shaft before rising back up. It was bigger than she was used to, but otherwise it really wasn't that different. Aside from there being two of them. Should she like, just focus on one? Or switch?

She would switch, that sounded right.

She bobbed her head on the first for a while before hollowing her cheeks and drawing off it with a wet pop. The snake whined for a moment until she quickly got to work on the second.

Honestly, compared to having Sikka's tongue down her throat sucking her dicks was pretty fucking easy. She glanced up and saw Sikka was still holding the jar like she told her, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned and her long tongue lolled out of her mouth.

Finally, finally, she was the one in charge. It was nice, listening to how she gasped when she ran her tongue across different spots, finding all of her weak points. The snake was cute when she wasn't trying to eat her or absolutely wrecking her in bed.

She stroked the other dick with her hand, making the Lamia groan. This was the move, if Sikka trying to press her hips into her face was any indication. She squeaked loudly, shivering as her fangs shot her load of venom into the jar, half-filling it.

Camilla felt Sikka's cocks throb hard as she came, one shooting ropes of cum into the air and the other directly into her throat. She tried to swallow it all, but coughed and choked as it overwhelmed her.

While she pulled off and gasped for breath, Sikka just basked in the afterglow.

"Mate Camilla so good!" She praised her, inspecting the jar. "And smart to use jar! If I give you so much venom, maybe break you! Haha!"

"Y-Yeah. Maybe some other time."

"Haha! Yes!" Sikka said, perhaps a little too excited at the idea.

She took the jar from the snake and put a lid on it, then pulled out her phone.

Camilla

hey this is camilla i have that thing you wanted

Alice

Great, how much?

Camilla

like half a jar

Alice

...That isn't really a unit of measurement I can work with

Camilla

like a mediumish jar i dunno man just come pick it up in like an hour and bring something for her to eat

Alice

👍

Camilla

like the stuff you said doesn't sell for much

Alice

👍

Camilla

if you know what i mean because i did kinda promise her some

Alice

👍

Camilla

you do know what i mean right

Alice

Yes I know what you mean stop blowing up my phone damn.

Camilla

cool

~

Camilla got out of the shower and toweled off, checking the time as she got dressed.

"Hey!" She said, tossing a T-Shirt to Sikka. "Put that on, we're having company."

What was a T-Shirt on Camilla looked more like a crop-top on Sikka, on account of her height and her having considerably more in the chest than she did. Stupid sexy snake.

Did look pretty cute in it, though.

Right on schedule there was a knock at the door, and Camilla let Alice in.

"I come bearing gifts." The vampire said, shrugging a bodybag off her shoulder like it was nothing. "Food, for the snake."

Sikka slithered up to it suspiciously, grabbing it and dragging it to the back of the room where she was hiding behind the couch.

"Nobody saw you with that, right?" Camilla asked.

Alice ignored her. "And for you!" She said, handing Camilla a bag. "A measuring cup. You put things in it, and it measures them."

"I know what a measuring cup is!"

"Well, use one. 'Half a mediumish jar', what kind of drug dealer are you? Dumbass."

"Ugh, fine. It's like..." Camilla poured the jar into the measuring cup and then back again. "It's like a little under 250ml."

"Damn. That's from one bite? How are you not a complete fucktoy at this point?"

"Psshh." Camilla scoffed. "That's like, that's nothing to me man. And I'm like, the alpha, in our arrangement, so."

Alice didn't look convinced, but what did she know?

"Right. Well, I can give you $5000 for that."

"Holy shit, really!?"

"Minus 3000 for the body. Here." Alice said, handing Camilla a wad of bills.

"Aw maaan..."

"Wow, a human life isn't worth 3000 dollars to you?"

Camilla looked away, ashamed.

"I'm fucking with you." Alice said. "Guy died of natural causes. All the good organs were already gone by the time he got to me, it's just a big, hard to sell piece of meat at this point."

That was... better?

"Anyway!" Alice shook the jar, watching the pink-tinged venom swish around. "I have to go test this out. Text me when you have more."

"Will do."

[taki118]

Yakuza Fiance ep 6 Manga Comparison

We are halfway through the anime folks. As always under the cut I have everything the anime missed out on from the manga. The scans are fantranslated cause I'm lazy.

First thing the convo between Tsubaki and Yoshino is framed in the manga as a flashback.

The convo is mostly the same but once more details are missed such as Yoshino determining that Kirishima seeing her then was 6 years ago.

We also loose out on this cute image

Now they then cut to the school where the manga picks up so I'm not sure why they removed the stare thing (I know the anime loves its dramatic stares) maybe for time?

Anyway the convo at school is much the same but if you thought that little stop Yoshino gave during her lecture was weird well the manga has an explaination

Like I don't get why the anime didn't put a text box or something they've done it before, its just kinda odd. (I dunno I honestly forgot about this during my first watch and was like "That was weird" I didn't get the reason for Yoshinos shock maybe thats just me though)

Ok so the scene is again mostly the same but the visuals when Yoshino realizes she's Kirishimas first friend is such a down grade in the anime. She just stands there and the word friend repeats in the background meanwhile the manga gives us this

Like we get this cute little slugger Yoshino, which I gotta assume is a reference to something, then we get a little montage of all the shit she's gone through its just very underwhelming by comparison.

So ok the Nao stuff first of all I wanna say the lighting is like off like its so bright the manga gives the impression of a more softer lit place so it feels more like a high class bar. Its not really a difference but it annoyed me and I am writing this haha.

The convo is much the same again with some small stuff cut, I'd say Naos internal thoughts are much meaner in the manga. They did change placement again though. When the other women bring up Kirishima in the manga Nao goes straight into flashback mode

It gives the impression that she is lost in thought and can't help thinking about him even though she's such a calculated person, this info gets put into the anime but it doesn't offer the same weight but I'll compare once there cause they made.....choices. But also it doesn't feel as abrupt when Kirishima shows up in the manga you get the impression Nao has been sitting silently for a bit. Not the "hey we were literally just talking about you" vibe the anime has.

So they put the flashbacks in when Nao is in the bathroom scene and they are framed a bit differently from the panel above (the sex thing is there just on another page so i didn't add it) So like instead of a scene in a bar or club where you assume they mightve talked about him before she approaches we get this

Which is like ummmm I don't actually know if the anime is trying to make a point or not, about the age difference or whatever

So like Nao panics more in the manga (and I really wanna make a post on this at some point so I won't get too in the weeds but) and we learn just how long it's been since she saw Kirishima (we do get him saying it was 3 years in the anime like the manga but honestly ya'll missed out on her panicked thoughts)

So it was three years ago Kirishima is 18 now meaning he was was 14-15 when they met which is why the scene in the anime is interesting. I think they thought rather than having nao say the time frame they thought to visually imply it by having her see him in school uniform which is a choice particularly with the girl she's with. Like we have a college freshman (probably she might be older) openly being like "wow arent those highschool freshmen so hot?" I dunno it's kinda funny.

But yeah anyway the manga gives us more detail into her thoughts and how she thinks about it (also did anyone else think the close up on the kiss was weird and it lingered too much?)

Anyway we get another loss of thoughts

Like nao is constantly thinking like this not sure how she'll come across in the anime honestly.

Anyway again convo is much the same only shortened, with Kirishima directly saying she acted more like a foreigner back then. But also when he leaves she doesn't look at the card in the manga, nor does Ozu show up to give an ominous stare (this adaptation and adding stares I swear to god)

Ok so this is something I mentioned in ep 4 but they took out how Yoshino has been planning a summer trip to Osaka for a while

Like this they also took out which leads into her cute hand binoculars (glad they kept it) and convo on the phone with Kirishima. Its another set up thing they dropped so it feels a little more random and convenient in the anime.

So the start of the trip is overall the same but again we loose some character beats

In the manga it feels like she pulls him before he gets shoved and we get explanation why he's never really been to Osaka and a cute culture clash moment.

Ok so this is weird we get the face but we don't get the context for it. Like this head thing felt so off to me when I first watched again maybe its just me.

That being Yoshino trying to play tour guide for Kisishima all while doing tasks.

We also loose out on the explanation as to why she's buying so much food and Yoshino getting a little nostalgic. These scenes also help to show that the roles have shifted with Yoshino being the knowledgeable one Kirishima has to relay on in a new city. We can kinda get the vibe in the anime but you really feel it in the manga.

I will say the scene at the Takoyaki store is pretty good in the anime giving some actually fun visuals and expressions.

So the scene with Nao and her coworker is longer in the manga the woman keeps complaining about various things and Nao is working overtime with keeping her composure

It actually showcases a lot of her personality with all the mental back talk she does so its a shame it was cut. Like I get it who wants to listen to someone humble bragging like this but it takes away from her character.

We also loose more of Naos thought process as she considers seeing Kirishima again due to this conversation.

Again I will likely do a whole thing just on Nao at some point but the anime skips over all of this and gets right to Ozu talk.

But once the get there ugh we once more loose some set up stuff

Again not having Nao think about Kirishima makes her contacting him seem a little less calculating and we loose the hint that Ozu was trying to contact Nao privately. The rest of the convo goes the same.

So we do loose some cute domestic stuff with Yoshinos arrival in the anime

Showing how she is with the gang members its not a lot but still.

So the room scene is pretty one to one which i am very grateful for its one of my favs. We do miss a small explaination about the keychain though.

No spoilers for anime onlys but be the fact that it feels heavy is important later. I will say the touch of doing a close up on Kirishimas hands as he holds it like he doesn't want to let go was really good.

So the walk is honestly well done in animation and I'm grateful to how they visually show Yoshino struggling to keep pace with the two but we do loose a Yoshino thought thats important.

Its kinda important for the arc as Yoshino tries to better understand Kirishima.

The store scene is very accurate and I love they kept the Shoma trying to sneak to drinks thing but we lost this dumb Shoma face

We then loose an inbetween scene of Nao meeting up with Kirishima before the hotel. It again serves to establish Nao as a character and her thinking.

Honestly this would have been better to end the episode on. Instead we get a very rushed Hotel scene.

And I do mean rushed, the tattoo talk is longer and helps to set a timeline for Kirishima.

Like im having such trouble picking things cause this scene is so much longer

They go into more detail about WHERE exactly they are going tomorrow which is set up. Then before he leaves to shower we get this back and forth where he explains she seems more like herself now.

Which then leads into the seeing the phone screen. It all gives the impression of two people who have history. But the anime is so rushed you can barely tell. I am really hoping for some brevity next ep cause it will have some scenes I really like.

[devilsurvivor-2-recordbreaker]

My dealer: listen I've got something you might like

Me, who is destined to be defeated by my own hubris and curiosity: okay hit me

Dealer: here *opens of silver suitcase* *opens to show bag of dog treats*

Me: okay very funny stop pulling my leg and give my weed before I throw you against the wall

Dealer: nah nah listen. they're edibles disguised as dog treats, no copper is gonna be whining up your leg if you've got these treats

Me who doesnt understand why i even come back here anymore: okay your freaking me out with the dog puns but I'll take'em. Can you please bring me normal weed next time btw? I'm tired of getting roped into these wacky adventures because of your strange drugs

Dealer lying through his beautiful smile: of course but you just enjoy yourself my good companion. Your one of my best and only customers and I make sure to only sell the best quality spices for someone so special.

Me grabbing the weed doggy treats and it stuffing into my snack stash bag: sure whatever well see yeah til next time

...

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I awake I dreary state, my mind and body rebooting as they tether together after this smoke session. The time between when I ate those stupid treats feel like either three hours or three days. Maybe three years seeing that I felt like I got sent to mars, died, and was reincarnated back on earth. I was drowned in a sea of feelings and emotions and buried in the mud for hibernation. Only now has the spring thawed me out of this cold winter pond.

My eyes readjust to the bright lights even though they're incredibly dim. I think I'm lying on the floor. I'm covered in food stuff and atleast half a bottle of ketchup i must have murdered in some weed rage. I gotta layoff the hotdogs.

I flop over onto one side like a log. I try to get up but my arms don't seem to work. Within my mild consciousness I force my body to stretch my eyes open. It feels like lifting a boulder. Like my body has gone rock solid and I'm forcing myself out of this petrified cocoon.

My eyes decieve me. I have. Paws. Crossing my eyes I zero in on the wet black spot I now realize is my nose on my elongated snout and not just a my vision giving out. GOD DAMNIT THE WEED MADE ME INTO A DOG FUCK.

[hi-im-dazey]

Do you think that every time Sam watched John drive off in the impala with Dean, he learned to just accept that he would never see his Dad, Brother, or only real home he ever knew again.

I mean, like just tell himself they were never going to make it back. Was it easier that way? At least that way if they came back, he could be happy then, but if they were gone forever, may as well start getting through it. Start being alone (he will never be alone)

Did he formulate a plan, like, how to get to Pastor Jim's; what time past when they said they would be back was the right time to call Bobby; Caleb wasn't really set up to take him in, but maybe he knew someone who could? He knew the police and social services were right out, his birth certificate was in some storage locker somewhere. He assumed so, he didn't know for sure, it only showed up when John had to enrol him in school or something. He never really saw where it went.

He carefully budgets the money John left him, spending only that, and sparingly, never touching the little hoard of bills Dean had slipped him for emergencies. The emergency of John never leaving them enough money before, so why would it be different now that Dean was going with him.

Dean's money would go into his stash in the lining of his duffle, in case he had only that to rely on, now that his family was gone.

Lying awake at night, and thinking about where he should go, Bobby was sort of grouchy, but he always made a point to say that the boys were always welcome. Even if John wasn't.

The greyhound station was two/three/one/seven miles out of the town of the day, or it was three buildings down from the motel.

Nobody would hire a 12 year-old, but he might be able to rake some leaves, shovel some walks, pull some weeds for extra money along the way.

He didn't want to shoplift, but Dean had taught him a few tricks, and if he had to, he would.

Is this how he passed those days, planning how to live without the rest of his family? Doing his chores, watching tv, doing his homework, feeding himself, but all the time the constant background racing thoughts of

"You are all alone in the world now, gotta plan how to get somewhere safe." (we will keep you safe)

He felt sure he was unremarkable enough that he could travel unnoticed, making up some story about being sent to his Uncle in South Dakota, who would meet him in Sioux Falls... not one pair of eyes would see him for anything out of the ordinary (how wrong he would have been on that score) . He was good at blending in, he could take care of himself, he didn't need protecting. (but he would be protected anyway)

he thoughts and plans come to a halt, a squeak of a door opening, Dad's deep rumbling voice, Dean's light hearted laugh, the heavy slam of the trunk closing, and Sam was back in a world where he had a family, and a home.

(until the next time they left, and only his destiny was watching him)

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter eleven: Anyone Else But You —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, kissing🤭, teeth rotting fluff, cursing

Author’s Note: I was smiling the entire time I wrote this ngl. Mostly all of the rest of season one is going to be original work written by me so please be patient!! You guys are amazing! Eat up!! Don’t forget to like comment and repost!!

—✧

I NEVER REALIZED HOW MUCH I LIKE BEING HOME, unless I've been somewhere really different for a while. Physically and metaphorically I’ve been gone a lot lately. Home just seemed to do the trick. Pulling into the driveway after spending a gross amount of time at the barn with Stan, and then deciding to come home around 3 in the morning. I had a few missed calls from my parents, even Shelley texted to ask if I was okay. Stan had called them a few minutes ago to let them know I was fine, and would be home soon. It felt like all the air I had been neglected of re-entered my body when walking into my home.

“Hey, Dad.” I said softly, making my dad smile as I walked in the door.

“Hey, big puffy version of Junebug. Where you been?” He asked, missing the phone call my brother reserved for my mother, who would most likely be the one to freak out at my absence. I wasn’t quite sure what my dad was even doing up in the first place, but it didn’t surprise me too much either that he was.

“Oh, just out dealing with things way beyond my maturity level. Where is everybody?” I asked, sitting down across from him, as he gestured to the door.

“Your mom’s asleep and Stan’s at the barn. Something about his creative juices.” Dad explained, shaking his head, not even trying to understand what Stan had meant by Creative Juices.

“God, when will you guys learn that creative juices just means piss?” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance as my dad chuckled lightly.

“You look a little morose, honey. What's eating you?” He asked, making me sigh as I sat across from him.

“I'm just, like, losing my faith with humanity.” I explained, making my dad sigh in response.

Now I know that Randy Marsh isn’t the best father, definitely far from it. Stan Shelley and I, and even my mother had gotten very close to finally giving up on him. But we didn’t. And somehow, somewhere along those lines he changed. It must have been all the bull crap that came with the pandemic. My dads weed business nearly cost me my life, and I think he realized that quick enough. Because now he was my dad, like he was when I was a kid. Getting shoulder rides and ice cream, and playing the stick of truth with Stan as we’d defeat my dad who’d pretend to be the evil dragon. It was the time of my life, and I know he missed it just as much as me. Because now he was my dad again, and it was great.

“Wow, can you narrow that down for me?”

“I just wonder if, like…Two people can stay together for good.” I asked, making his eyebrows furrow as he stopped what he was doing on his computer to look up at me.

“You mean like couples?”

“Yeah, like people in love.”

He shifted in his spot, closing his laptop and folding his arms.

“Are you having boy trouble? I gotta be honest, I don't much approve of you dating in your condition. That's kind of messed up.” He teased, making me roll my eyes playfully, shoving him slightly as he laughed.

“No, Dad, it's not…”

“That's pretty skanky. Isn't that what you girls call it? Skanky? Skeevy?” He asked, making me scrunch my nose up as I cringed.

“Please stop.” I said, giggling as he continued.

“What? No, I’m hip. I’m a cool dad. Tore up from the floor up? Is that it?”

“That's not what it's about. I just need to know that it's possible… That two people can stay happy together forever.” I asked, making him retreat a bit, nodding slightly.

“Well, it's not easy. That's for sure.” He stopped, scratching the back of his head as he thought. It was kinda a funny thing I always realized my dad did. “And I don't have the best track record in the world, I know, you know. But I've been with your mom for 30 years now… sure we’ve had our ups and downs but I'm proud to say we're very happy. Once I got over myself, we realized when you love someone it overweights all the silly bickering.” He explained, sighing when he remembered our rough childhood. I could tell he felt remorse for everything, that he was trying again. “Look… In my opinion, the best thing you can do… Find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty… Handsome, what have you. The right person's still gonna think the sun shines out of your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.”

He smiled to himself, laughing slightly when he caught eye of the family photo that sat above our coffee table. I couldn’t help but smile too. I think my parents must have been the most in love people I knew. No one could yell at each other so much, and not care enough about the other to keep coming back. Cause that’s what it means to live someone, to care enough to yell, just because of love.

“Yeah. Yeah, and I think I've found that person.” I smiled to myself, a certain Jewish Ginger clouding my mind.

“Yeah, sure you have. Your dear old D-A-D. I'll always be there to love and support you… No matter what kind of pickle you're in.” He explained, tapping his chest as I chuckled.

“Obviously. Dad, I think I'm just gonna, like, shove out for a sec. But I won't be home late.” I said, getting up and grabbing my keys and wallet.

“Okay. You were talking about me, right?” He asked, turning to see me. I nodded my head, ruffling his hair.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Was it Stan then?” He asked again, catching the sarcasm in my voice. I smiled at him, kissing his cheek as I hugged him.

“Yeah dad, you and Stan.”

—✧

I CALLED KENNY AND SOME HOW MANAGED TO GET HIM OUT OF BED AT 5:00AM TO INDULGE IN MY RIDICULOUSNESS. The great thing about Kenny is that when I asked him to help me buy 212 mini containers of orange tictacs (the day I knew I loved kyle), Kenny didn’t bat an eye at the idea. So we made our way to the 711, managed to derail all the strange looks we received, and made our way to stuff said 212 packs of orange tictac’s into Kyle’s locker.

So the next day at school, I managed to waddle my way into Kyle’s basketball practice, Kenny Stan and Cartman all excitedly waiting and watching by the door. He caught my eye, saying something to Tolkien as he passed him the ball before jogging over to me. I loved the was he looked at basketball practice. His hat was off, his orange/red curls clung slightly to his face, controlled slightly by the sweat and hair gel he previously applied. On a rare occasion he’d be wearing a sweatband around his head, or even tie his curls back into a tiny bun to keep them contained. But this had to be my favorite look by far.

“Tictacoholic, hey.” I said, smiling at Kyle with my hands in my pockets, as he wiped his forehead of sweat.

“Hey, did you put like a hundred things of tic tacs in my mailbox?” He asked, laughing slightly. I nodded, seemingly smiling even more as my cheeks reddened.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, that was me.”

“Why?”

“Well, you know, they're your fave. And you can never have too many of your favorite one-calorie breath mint.” I explained, making him nod, smiling back as he scratched his neck nervously.

“Well, thanks. I think I'm pretty much set until college on the tic tac front.”

“You know, Kyle, I was thinking. And I'm sorry I was such a huge bitch to you. You don't deserve it.” I explained, making him frown. He sighed, looking back at me as he shook his head.

“It's okay. You know, it's okay. It’s warrented, I mean I’ve sort of ruined your life so I can understand your anger..and you have every right to..”

“I think I'm in love with you.” I blurted out quickly, interrupting his rambling. His cheeks turned a crimson shade of red, and he shook his head again, giggling nervously.

“What, you mean as friends?” He asked, and I shook my head, still smiling at him.

“No. I mean for real. Because you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met… And you don't even have to try, you know.”

“I try really hard, actually.”

“You're, like, naturally smart. Like so mind blowingly smart, I can even wrap my head around it. But you aren’t like a huge dick about it, your so kind. And you're not like everyone else. You don't stare at my stomach. You look at my face. And every time I see you...The baby starts kicking super-hard.” I put a hand on my stomach, confirming what I had said as the baby started attacking my hand once again.

“It does? Really?” His face seemed to light up with joy, his eyes quickly glancing down at my bump then back to my eyes.

“I think it's because my heart starts pounding every time I see you.” I explained, holding a hand over my heart.

“Mine too.” He sighed, looking down at my stomach again. “Can I um, can I feel it?” He stuttered, but I didn’t give him time to answer, instead grabbing his hand and holding it to the place where the baby kicked. His eyes lit up, and for a split second while looking at the smile on his face, I felt home.

“That’s all I could ask for.” I replied quietly, feeling if I spoke to loudly I would ruin the moment. “You're golden, man. Can we make out now?” I asked, holding my hands on his cheeks. He nodded quickly, making me laugh.

“Yeah.”

And with that, I connected my lips to his. His other hand found its way into my hair as we both melted into the kiss. It was entirely perfect, and whole. In its entire entity, it was euphoric and more. An indescribable feeling, it was love.

“Hey, you know, you can go into early labor sucking face like that.” Kenny yelled, making me hold one hand out with my middle finger, hearing Kenny and the boys snickering in the background.

“Careful, don’t wanna make a twin!” Cartman yelled back, this time Kyle pulled away for a moment.

“Shut up fatass!” He shouted in Cartman’s direction, before supporting a hand on my lower back, dipping me slightly as he continued to kiss me.

“Aye!” Cartman shouted back, causing me to pull away, my forehead pressed to Kyle’s as we both started laughing. I couldn’t tell you what was funny, just the feeling of euphoric joy that filt my system. And besides, the look of disgust that was covered on my brother's face from witnessing this exchange was too funny not to laugh.

—✧

LIFE WAS GOOD, and I think for the first time in a long time, I really truly was home. Sitting with Kyle at the old house near the barn, just sitting, listening to the vintage record player that played in the background as I cuddled into his side.

“Ah shit.” I grumbled, holding a hand on my stomach as I felt a few rough kicks against my ribs.

“What? What’s wrong?” Kyle mumbled against my hair, jerking his head up slightly with worry.

“Fucking, jerk.” I groaned again, throwing my head back, this time worrying Kyle, who sat up fully in his spot.

“What is it Jo?” He asked softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear lovingly.

“Nothing just, the baby won’t stop kicking me.” I groaned again, and he smiled, putting a hand over my bump as he pressed his lips against it softly.

“Hey little one, you gotta be nice.” He mumbled against my stomach, as the baby pressed an angry kick against his hand. He laughed, realizing the kicking pattern that the baby had.

“What?” I asked, and he just smiled and shook his head.

“They aren’t trying to kick you, they’ve got the hiccups.” He explained, causing me to furrow my eyebrows at him.

“How the hell do you know that?” I asked, and his eyes widened, his cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

“I looked it up. Usually these moving and kicking fits means the baby has the hiccups.” He pressed a soft kiss against my stomach.

“How to I get it to stop?” I whined, rubbing my bump softly at the bottom. He shared a look with me, before turning back to my stomach.

“Hey Buddy, I know you’re excited to come out and all but you gotta calm down, you’re freaking yourself out.” He spoke softly into the fabric of my shirt, making me laugh slightly.

“I don’t think they can hear you.”

“They definitely can. Just follow your daddy’s voice, hold your breath, like this.”

Kyle held his breath, before releasing, and suddenly the hiccups stopped. Kyle looked up to see the soft look on my face.

“Oh, Juno I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that it just kinda came out..” he stuttered nervously, before I just smiled, holding a hand over his on my stomach.

“They stopped.” I said, ignoring his apology. He looked up at me nervous, before nodding.

“Yeah.. yeah they did.”

“I really like the sound of that Kyle.” I said, making eye contact with Kyle.

“The sound of what?”

“Of you being a dad.” I said softly, and there was that light that returned to his face.

“Really?” He asked, laughing nervously.

“I think I wanna hear it forever:” I looked over at him and he jumped in his spot, looking back at me with a look full of hope.

“Actually? You mean it? We can keep them?” He asked frantically, and I nodded, holding his face in my hands.

“They’re already ours.” I said, and Kyle pulled me into a deep kiss.

“You have no idea how happy you just made me.” He said, hidding me tightly. We stayed like that for a while, until I felt him falter.

“Not to you know, ruin the moment or anything, but how are we gonna tell your parents?” He asked, making me pull away, my eyes widened as I looked at him.

“Oh f*ck.”

—✧

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Moving Forward - Chapter 1

*Warning: Adult Content*   

New Beginnings

Spending ninety percent of his time in the middle of nowhere, Max thought he might've had enough but no, the idea of living in a place where he could start all over again was just too appealing.

No Luke, no lecherous stranger, no big city.

Just a small town with a population of about a thousand and a small two bedroom house.

Sure, there was no gym but he wouldn't need one.

There was a basement he could store all his work out equipment and he could run around town or in the forest if need be.

Plus being a shifter meant his metabolic rate was fast enough to burn off a quarter pounder with cheese just by breathing.

The house had a gravel driveway that kicked up pebbles as his truck drove across it.

With no front garden, there was more space for cars and a front porch that he knew he'd be making use of on sunny days.

Sure, the driveway needed weeding but Max could already imagine how nice it would be.

Inside, it was bare.

The moving van hadn't arrived yet and all Max had was a sleeping bag, duvet and pillow but that was all he needed.

He was still getting used to soft beds, even after six months of being back in civilian life but to be fair, he'd been in the Royal Marines since he'd left college at eighteen and he'd barely been on break since, two months, maybe three at most between tours.

Doing that for five years had left a lasting effect.

At least the boiler and electricity were on.

Having neglected to visit the house beforehand, Max hadn't checked what was working and what wasn't, figuring he'd just fix it when the time came if need be.

So far, he'd been lucky.

The worst he'd found was a dead mouse in the cupboard and even then he had to resist the temptation to bat it around like a kitten with string.

The pantry was empty, so there was nothing for rodents or insects to live off in here, apart from termites, which he hadn't found.

Once he'd brought all the crap in from the car, he made himself something to eat, which was a nice way of saying he found the cereal and ate it straight out of the box, sitting on the floor in what would eventually be the living room and that was when the doorbell rang.

Max dropped the cereal on the floor and flung the door open.

There was no large van sitting in his driveway and the man standing there was most definitely not the hairy overweight van driver that Max had been dealing with before.

"Hello?" Max said, thoroughly confused.

The man standing there was lean, a few inches taller than Max's six-foot-two but not quite as broad.

His skin was tanned, like he spent all day in the sun and he had sandy blonde hair that was apparently kept short.

He had a strange scent but it wasn't the least bit unpleasant and staring down at Max were a pair of almond-shaped, bottomless, dark brown eyes.

Looking into them, Max felt a little like he was being smothered.

"Hi," the stranger said, snapping Max out of his daze.

"There's a moving van stuck in town. This was the last empty house the town has."

Max nodded, watching the man warily.

"Yeah?"

"I'm Kyle Rivers. I only came down because the van is really inconvenient."

Though there wasn't any sign of Kyle actually being nice, Max relaxed a little.

"Max Waters."

There was a glint of momentary interest in Kyle's bottomless brown eyes that Max had to remind himself not to get lost in but a second later, the glint was gone and those eyes were as dark as they were to begin with.

Max nodded slowly.

"Excuse me but I've gotta go get my crap, so if you don't mind."

"Would you like some help?" Kyle offered.

As Max opened his mouth to protest, Kyle cut him off.

"Two people can move shit faster than one and I want that van gone as quickly as possible."

"Alright then," Max said, climbing into his truck and following Kyle to the van.

They worked quickly together, driving to and fro between the van and Max's house.

It was a little awkward for Max but only because he rarely forced himself to be in the company of strangers.

Sure, in the Marines, he hadn't known everyone but a Marine was a Marine and therefore they were all his brothers.

Here, there was nothing that could possibly link him to Kyle, other than the town they were now both living in.

It was a little odd, too, how Kyle had immediately offered to help Max move the furniture.

What kind of person was Kyle Rivers?

Overly friendly or overly nosey?

Neither, Max decided.

The man was far too brash to be either of those.

"You were in the Marines?" Kyle asked as they lugged in the last pieces of furniture.

Max nodded.

"How long?"

"Five years."

"What was your rank?" Kyle asked, carrying a lamp to a corner of the room.

It wasn't the corner Max was going to put it in but it worked much better.

Max watched the other man for a moment.

"Lieutenant," he finally answered.

"Why?"

"You have a medal," Kyle's short answer told Max all he needed to know, that the man was just making conversation.

"Oh."

Max nodded and hung up the photo he had in hand.

"If you don't mind me saying, your offer to help was a little odd."

Kyle blinked and then turned to Max raising thick eyebrow.

"It was? Hmm."

He nodded to himself a little.

"I mean, we get people from neighbouring towns but never anyone from big cities and stuff. Guess that's why."

"Please don't start stereotyping me," Max said with a grimace.

"I just meant that I wanted to meet the newcomer, see what you're like."

In other words, Kyle was only here to case Max out.

The thought offended Max a little.

"Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Max. I'll see you around."

Though he said it, it was clear Kyle didn't mean any of it.

Max gave him the barest of smiles and nodded.

"See you around."

Kyle Rivers was odd, at least in Max's opinion.

Handsome but clearly never thought of using it to his advantage, judging by the way he'd often run his fingers through his hair, a nervous, subtle gesture Max found somewhat charming.

And probably wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been a Royal Marine

And even though Kyle was rude and possibly a little pushy, Max wanted to know if there was something soft and squishy under it all.

Something he could dig his claws into.

As he turned and strode up the stairs, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Bottomless brown eyes," he sighed, still chuckling quietly.

It was very odd.

[sp0o0kylights]

The Occult Summoner Starter Kit was a failed competitive toy to Hasbro's Ouija Board (a game that was doing numbers in 1986 for reasons the government would later pretend they noticed a lot sooner than they actually did.) 

Unfortunately for the toy company, The Occult Summoner Starter Kit (complete with two real, black candles!) was a total flop.

In fact it barely sold at all, stubbornly hanging on to sale racks to the point where you could offer a store owner a dollar and they'd be delighted just to have the shelf space. 

No one really bought them, outside of confused grandmothers and a handful of children who used the candles for arson.

Eddie Munson bought seven.

Initially it had just been three kits, because it was cheap and making a proper set up for D&D boss battle was an art form. 

The rest was something of a joke. Some asshole a year above him decided Eddie ran a cult and made sure the entire school knew, earning Eddie endless amounts of stupid, mocking questions.

In return, he had found it absolutely hilarious to offer Occult Summoner Starter Kits to anyone being a jackass.

You gotta make your own fun, sometimes. 

At least it came in handy now that they were attempting to summon some actual occult bullshit. Eddie had no idea if the sets were going to work, but it was better than the two cans and a fricken string Henderson and Sinclair had presented him with. 

"You use those as a telephone, not to talk to the dead." He'd chastised, which lead to Sinclair sputtering and Henderson going on a rant that included words like "psychic-soundwaves" and "electromagnetic fields."" 

IE way above Eddie's own head, even if he was loath to admit it. 

At least Harrington hadn't bothered to pretend he knew what the kid was on about, looking at Dustin with exasperation so fond it gave Eddie the worst urge to bite something.

Preferably Harrington. 

Which, in retrospect, should have been the first sign something had gone horribly wrong because Eddie's bite reflex only came out this strong for cute shit. 

"Explain to me again what exactly we are trying to contact?" 

"Not a what, who." Henderson corrected, setting up the kits he'd snatched from Eddie's arms. 

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Okay fine. Who exactly are you trying to connect to? And why the hell did we have to do it specifically in King Steve's backyard?"

Shock of shockers that his majesty even let Eddie in the house, let alone Eddie armed with a literal stack of a game that would have sent most of his neighbors fleeing in terror. 

"Would you stop interrupting?" Dustin snapped, looking up from his work with an annoyed frown. "You're just as bad as Steve! Go talk to him so I can concentrate." 

The tone alone would have made Eddie gape, but the sheer audacity of it all threw him so hard he just stood there wide eyed. 

Unsure if it had actually happened, or if he had just hallucinated. 

Hell, maybe this whole thing was one giant weed induced coma dream, and he'd wake up all snug in the trailer. Warm, childless, and not anywhere near Steve Harrington's stupid, perfectly shaped ass. 

(The very same ass that was currently wearing shorts that hugged them so tightly it made Eddie want to scream and pull at his hair. 

Shorts shouldn't fit like that, dammit!) 

"I keep telling him he needs to work on his tone." Harrington said, startling Eddie out of his thoughts and making him blush scarlet. 

A fact he quirky hid by running his hands over his face. 

"No kidding." Eddie muttered. Louder, he asked; "Why is this even happening?"

Steve blinked. 

"Huh?" 

"This kinda thing isn't exactly your scene, man. In fact, I recall several remarks about how you wouldn't be caught dead playing with," Eddie removed his hands so he could make air quotes, "--fake nerd bullshit."

Steve flinched, looking away while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. 

"I used to be an asshole, yeah." He said. 

Eddie made a loud, ugly noise. 

"Used to?" He challenged, crossing his arms. 

"Still am sometimes." Steve admitted, a soft, apologetic look on his face. "The kids made me wanna change, though, and after I did I realized that I never really liked who I was." 

He smiled absently at the trio crouched down on the pool deck as he talked, voice startling honest. 

Not that Eddie was about to let it slide. He didn't have any proof that Harrington had changed. 

Not really. 

The fact he'd noticed Steve had stopped hanging out with his douchebag friends his last year, or that Eddie had walked face-first into a pillar upon seeing him working at Scoops before the mall burnt down didn't count. 

Not that Eddie kept an eye out for the guy or anything. 

"Still." He snipped, shaking the thoughts away with a toss of his head. "I wouldn't have guessed you'd let them try to summon a dead guy in your backyard." 

The very idea of it was the kind of absurd that even Eddie couldn't believe. 

Except the look Steve was giving him now wasn't embarrassed or even annoyed.

It was puzzled. 

Surprised, even.

"Oh they didn't tell you?" Steve said, raising an eyebrow. "They're not trying to summon a dead guy."

A pit of dread bloomed in Eddie's stomach, an internal warning that things were about to go sideways, fast. 

"What are they trying to do then?" Eddie asked, the words crawling out of his mouth without his permission.

"They're trying to call El--Mike's girlfriend, in California." Steve said, which was interesting because it confirmed that Mike wasn't lying when he insisted his little girlfriend was a) real and b) did in fact like being called Eleven instead of Jane sometimes. 

"Apparently they rang up a nasty phone bill trying to include her on a party line call last week." Steve waved a hand. " So Occult Summoner kit it is." 

"They woke me up, at eight in the morning, on a Saturday," Eddie began, horrified, "so the three of them could call Mike's long distance girlfriend?" 

"Mmhmm." 

"I'm going to kill them." Eddie said faintly. He swayed backwards dramatically, though part of him really did go lightheaded with the knowledge that the freshmen had walked all over him for once instead of their self-proclaimed babysitter. 

Alarmingly, Harrington reached out, as if he was going to catch Eddie like the fucking Disney prince the entire town thought he was. 

Eddie ended the dramatics immediately, before he made a fool of himself by actually falling (or worse, said something stupid the second Steve's arms came around him, the very thought of which made him want to throw up and die.) 

Satisfied Eddie wasn't going to go down like a Victorian maiden, Harrington slowly lowered his arms back to his  sides

"Want a beer?"  He offered, as Eddie silently choked on his own anger. 

"God yes." 

                                                           xXx

Conceptually, Eddie understood how ended up hungover in Steve's bedroom. 

The kids had taken so long that they'd run through an entire case of beers, which hadn't seemed to phase Harrington one bit, but had, rather unfairly, put Eddie right on his ass.

Since he was unable to drive the kids home, Steve had ended up dropping them off instead, and then picked up pizza on the way back for Eddie to sober up over like the good civilian he was. 

In return, Eddie had offered some of his weed as both an apology and a thank you--and then made the mistake of taking up Steve's offer of smoking it with him. 

"Had a bad trip a while back." The younger man had said, almost shyly. "I don't really get high much anymore, and never by myself.” 

How could Eddie say no to that?

Which of course meant he'd then smoked and ate and ended up getting into Harrington's father's expensive scotch--

("You cannot sit here and tell me there's not a difference between five dollar and one hundred dollar scotch Steve. I don't believe it."

"Dude give me two minutes and I will prove to you they taste exactly the same.") 

--which meant no driving home. 

The bedroom had come into play when Eddie found himself in a discussion on rich people's horrible taste in décor. 

Sure, using Steve's own house as an example wasn't the brightest of ideas, except Steve had simply raised an eyebrow and told him that the bare ass, gray living room they sat in was nothing. 

Led him up to his room, upon which Eddie had become so dizzy staring at all the plaid that he’d laid down dramatically on Steve’s bed and loudly declared he’d died from horrible décor. 

Considering the plaid everything in Steve's own room was currently making Eddie's hangover worse, he thought he'd rather proved his point.

What Eddie didn’t understand is why Steve hadn’t kicked him out of the house already. It wasn’t like they were friends. Hell, he and Steve had barely spoken before today, and even then they’d only had a few stilted conversations that had been the result of Henderson trying to force them to become buddies. 

Okay, Steve ended up being fun to hang out with. Yes he had in fact, changed from the King persona he wore so easily in high school. No Eddie and he had never had any kind of direct confrontation with each other, but it was a damn small town. 

You couldn’t walk three feet without repeatedly running into other people’s business. 

It was still weird. 

The sun beaming into the room declared it was at least past 9 am, and the smell of coffee and breakfast foods wafting up the stairs hinted that Steve had been up before him for at least thirty minutes, minimum. 

Footsteps interrupted his thoughts, and Eddie looked up to watch as Steve, fully dressed, came trotting through the door, a glass of water in hand. 

"Morning.” Steve said with a grin. “You doin’ ok man? Remember everything you did last night?"

"This isn't my first hangover, Harrington."  Eddie scoffed, scooting to the edge of the bed. He gratefully accepted the glass of water Steve gave him, chugging it empty before carefully setting it aside on the nightstand. “A few beers and some weed isn’t enough to give me amnesia.” 

Which of course, wasn’t true at all--his memories were a blurry mess after he landed in Steve’s bed, but he knew they’d had at least one more discussion before dropping off because he definitely recalled Steve laughing about Eddie insisting he sleep on the right side of the bed. 

Not that he was going to admit that to King Steve, whose clearly high level of tolerance probably stemmed from stupid jock genes.

(Or a family history of alcoholism, but Eddie had found out the hard way one tended to get punched for stating that little fact.)

"Good." Steve said with a smirk. 

Then he walked over to the bed, placed a hand on either side of Eddie's hips, bent and kissed him.

It was a good kiss--a great kiss even!-- except Eddie’s entire brain ground to an abrupt halt, bodily functions and ability to kiss back freezing right with it. 

"Whaaa-".Eddie said intelligently once Steve departed, the only thought that came through the cloud of singing angels and buzzing static of confusion. 

Considered, maybe, that the room had actually killed him because Steve? And Eddie?

Kissing!?

Harrington moved back, "There. Proof.” He teased, looking up through his eyelashes with a downright sinful grin and oh god, could a man die twice? 

Eddie was certain he was about to find out if Steve kept looking at him like that. 

When Eddie didn’t answer (couldn’t!) Steve added coyly, “I thought you said you remembered everything?"

Except of course, his own lack of reaction had to ruin it because he saw the moment Steve realized Eddie was frozen in place. 

“You lied.” He decided, and the sweet, adorably smug look dropped off his face so fast that Eddie whined aloud. 

Steve removed his hands from the bed, pushing to stand up and put some room between them. He ran his hands through his hair and oh, oh shit, he was starting to panic. 

‘Say something. Say something right the fuck now you idiot-!’ 

“What am I not remembering?” Eddie asked, forcing the words out and not caring that they weren’t clear. He could make them clear in a moment if he had too, he just needed to know what the fuck just happened. “Because I know for a fact we didn’t kiss last night, there is no way in hell I would ever forget that.” 

Steve’s distressed look depend and okay, maybe he should have considered the words and tone better but you had to forgive a guy when his very straight crush decided to up and kiss him out of nowhere. 

Giving up any desire to look cool or casual about this in anyway (because he couldn’t, there was no way he was going to keep his composure through this and he might as well admit that to himself now, before he went and fucked up further) he reached out and made grabby hands at Steve.

“Come over while you explain it please, I need to touch you to make sure you’re real.” 

He got a squinted look in return, as if Steve was assessing to see if he was joking or not. 

Eddie just made the grabby gesture again, arms still outstretched. 

“Last night. We uh--talked. About um, gay stuff.”

Thankfully Steve did come closer as he spoke, though the movement was cautious. 

Eddie couldn’t blame him--this shit got you hate crimed after all--but made sure to grab at Steve anyway, obnoxiously patting him like he might disappear. 

Steve smiled slightly, before taking a breath and speaking. “I asked how you knew you were gay. You explained it to me, and I explained back that I thought I was bisexual.” 

Wow, there is a word Eddie had never thought he’d hear out of Harrington’s mouth. 

Fuck maybe Buckley was rubbing off on him!

“You told me that it sounded like I was but that sometimes you just didn’t know until you kissed someone. I asked if--if I could…” Steve blushed crimson, the red crawling across his cheeks and down his neck and holy shit, Harrington had come out to him.

Which of course just made him furious that he didn’t remember it, but hell, at least he was getting a repeat! 

“Ah, kiss you. To. Figure it out.” Steve plowed on bravely.  Eddie’s hands found their way to his wrists and squeezed them lightly, encouraging. 

“You said you didn’t take advantage of impaired men, even if they were pretty.”

And yeah, that did indeed sound like something he would say. 

“I told you it wasn’t like that but you insisted and said if I still wanted to know, I could kiss you in the morning.” Steve finished. He kept looking at Eddie and then away, like he was hopeful despite his embarrassment. 

Eddie took a chance, sliding his fingers down to the palms of Steve’s hands. Tapped and wiggled until he got what he wanted, which was to lace their fingers together. 

“So did you figure it out?” Eddie asked, and sue him if his voice sounded a bit breathy. This was the kind of shit porn and women's erotica was made out of. 

“Figure out…”

“If you like men.”

“Oh.” Steve paused. Then; “I’m not sure honestly, I kinda panicked when I realized you weren’t reacting.” 

Eddie grinned up at him, the look almost feral. “Want to kiss me again to find out?” 

A relieved sigh blasted out of Steve as Eddie tugged him down, a stupid grin breaking across his face. 

“Yeah.” He agreed. 

Then he once again boxed Eddie in, keeping Eddie’s hands in his as he ducked down and pressed their lips together. 

This time Eddie pressed back hungrily, deepening the kiss and letting the electricity of the moment cascade over him. 

Steve, as it would turn out, ended up needing to kiss Eddie several more times, in order to find out if he in fact liked men, or “if I just like you, Munson.”

Eddie, who had never in his life been happier to be a guinea pig, told him to take his time. 

(“Oh shit the pancakes!” Steve said suddenly, ripping his mouth away from where it had been licking a line down Eddie’s neck. 

“Not hungry.” Eddie responded, hands tangled up under Steve’s shirt, one leg hooked around Steve’s. 

“No I had the stove on, shit--” Steve yelped, trying to get up. Found himself laughing even in his panic as Eddie clung onto him stubbornly, like an octopus. “You can kiss me downstairs Munson, I have to make sure the house doesn’t catch fire!” 

“Fine.” Eddie pouted, releasing Steve and standing up after him. “But I want at least one more makeout session before we have any kind of serious conversation about this whole thing!” 

The grin Steve shot him made his knees weak. “Deal.” He agreed, before taking Eddie’s hand and rushing them both down the stairs.) 

[modharlow]

I was wondering if you could write something for Sadie and a fem! reader, if you’re still taking rdr2 requests that is! (I don’t know how old this blog is I just got here) but the reader is basically sadie’s opposite! Soft, quiet, yknow the whole deal. Reader wants to learn how to shoot so she can help the gang but her hands are too shakey to hold the gun properly, and Sadie has to hold reader’s hands up,, HOO boy imagine being held from behind by Mrs. Adler I would fuckinf sob ok I love her-

​​​​​​​She had no problem pressing her chest against your back as she muttered instructions in your ear. Her hands clasped around yours to keep your aim steady and precise. "It's a bottle, dear." She reassures as you shake in her hold. "Ain't nothin' that can feel pain. It's just glass, don't worry. All you gotta do is hit it."

Sadie rests her chin on your shoulder and slips one of her hands flat on your stomach. "Take in a deep breath and when you let it out," she applies pressure to your trigger finger until a shot rings out and glass shards fly like diamonds, "Shoot."

She knows the air leaving your lungs is more relief than excitement, so she presses a long kiss to the side of your face. "I know it's scary, darlin'. But I don't ever want you to feel defenseless. Like you can't do nothin' if you're in danger."

"I know." You find your voice and turn towards her with a miniscule smile. "I know, Sadie. I thank you."

"No. Thank you for lettin' me teach you."

When she properly laid eyes on you for the first time you were sewing up some clothes, looking so content like you weren't surrounded by self-proclaimed killers and outlaws, she had wondered what a flower was doing amongst weeds. You didn't look like you could hurt a fly–hell, she even saw you apologize to Bill when he spilt soup on you–so her desire to teaching you wasn't only for self-defense, but to ease her worries. After Jake, she wasn't sure she could handle another love dying without snapping and becoming Hell on Earth.

(Gang be damned, she'd take everyone down with her.)

"Of course." You say. You bring her revolver towards your chest to admire the detailings and shine. "I know I ain't for this hard life but... You're right. I don't ever want to feel helpless neither."

Taking in a deep breath, you hand Sadie back her gun and watch how easily she slips it back into her holster. It's become second nature with how much she practices shooting, even if she gets scolded by Micah that she's "wastin' bullets".

"Good." She replies.

She offers a smile reserved for those close to her while planting a palm on your lower back. "Why don't we get back and you can tell the girls how your first lesson gone." She chuckles as she starts leading you back to camp. "Can even tell them you did it yourself."

"No way," you immediately deny. "I'll give credit where credit is do so, Mrs. Adler, the credit is yours." You pat her shoulder as you walk with a grin. "No better teacher than you, I say." You pause. "Don't tell any of the men I said that."

"Aw, and here I was hopin' to make 'em jealous of a pretty woman thinkin' so highly of me." She says with a shake of her head.

"Sadie!" You scold through laughter. "We don't need the men with bruised skin and egos!"

[cryptic-underground]

Part two of "I'm so glad that I woke up" because SWK angst started swirling

Lost Moon - Shadowpeach fic

It was night, the sky was dark.  Clouds decorating it like it was an audience for the stars, watching as they shone beautifully.

Yet one cloud was not like the others, it moved nimbly across the great plains of blue as the others stayed mostly stagnant. Maybe because it wasn't a real cloud at all.

A somersault cloud. The Great Sage's to be exact.

Monkey King, after rescuing Tripitaka from the demons, had gotten permission to take a quick trip back to Flower Fruit Mountain. His master had shown to be adamant that it was the right thing for Wukong to apologize.

After making sure the others wouldn't get captured while he was gone, he sent off for the mountain.

He arrived close to daybreak, though the moon hadn't yet left and the sky remained partly shadowed. He hopped off his cloud, picking up the small basket of fresh mangoes he'd brought, before making it disperse.

He'd picked them partly through his trip as an attempted to further prove the monkey sincerity. 

The mountain was quiet, it was still early, so most were still asleep. Wukong preferred it that way for now, less that would interfere with his apology to Macaque.

Not he just needed to find him. He knew all the shadow monkey's hiding places so it shouldn't be too hard.

The first place was the waterfall, the demon usually went there in the morning or evening to relax. "The rushing of water helped block out some of the noise" Monkey King remembered the other monkey telling him once, he had Macaque hide him that day because he didn't want to sit on the throne any longer and he'd brought him here. 

He'd check around the trees and couldn't find him. The golden monkey then checked the grouping of lilacs near the waterfall, faintly recalling finding the darker monkey asleep there once. Nothing.

The next place he checked was the grove, a place Macaque enjoyed performing using his shadows; commonly for the monkey cubs. The two had made a small stage he uses out of stone when they had been cubs themself, they had spent the entire day decorating it. 

Sometimes still, when it's late at night and he couldn't sleep, he'll be able to convince the demon monkey tell him a story to help him fall asleep.

Wukong after not instantly seeing the other, he checked around the stage and the place he could from time to time see the other weeding. There was still no sign of him.

At that point he began to panic slightly. He'd alright checked two spots, that left two others left. The training grounds and the room he kept for him in the temple. If the shadow monkey wasn't in either of those places, then that meant...

Macaque had left the mountain.

He gripped the basket in his arms a little tighter, his tail flipping anxiously below his waist, though making sure it wouldn't be destroyed by his strength. 

Macaque wouldn't leave after a fight, he'd just stew on it for a bit that's all. He's still on the mountain. He has to be!

Monkey King quickly went over to check the training grounds. The demon wasn't an avat fighter but tended to use the training grounds for practicing certain shadow casting since the little ones weren't allowed to step inside, if he were to practice at the grove then there's a chance one of them would follow the darker monkey; looking for entertainment.

He looked all over the grounds, even in the shadows, his ears twitching st every sound he heard.  When his companion still hadn't been found he became even more disheartened.

After leaving the training grounds, Sun Wukong raced towards his temple. His heart beat pounding in his eyes as he felt his eyes begin to sting. 

He's gotta be here. Once he entered, he had slowed his pace but remained still rather quick.

The temple was dark though the raising sun would begin to pour in through the windows. It was beginning to be morning.

It was soon to be sunrise, their time. The time where the moon and the sun are together. When Sun Wukong didn't yet have to be Monkey King and only had to be Peaches.

"Macaque? Plum?" He called out, walking into the main room of the temple. He checked around the corners, chirping every so often before listening for a response. When he heard nothing, Wukong moved to the next room.

The same process would follow in every room: he'd call out to Macaque, he'd check around the room, chirp then listen before moving on. As each room he went through came up empty, the golden monkey was becoming more and more unstable.

As he reached the last corridor, housing both his and the other monkey's rooms, he felt his body shaking. Holding in all the tears that wanted so badly to pour out.

But he wouldn't. He will not let himself cry, because Macaque will be in his room. 

His plum will be in his room, the one he barely used but made sure to keep tidy, and he'd be curled up asleep in the covers. Probably just falling asleep a few hours ago after of the noise had stopped.

Sun Wukong would be hesitant to wake him and sit the basket of mangoes on his bedside as gently as he could, he would slump on the floor and wait for the darker monkey to watch up so he could apologize. 

After I apologize, we can watch the sunrise together. I can collect some peaches from the mountain's fruit trees and he can enjoy the mangos I brought him...

He stood in the corridor. His body stiff as the mountain he stood on, but Monkey felt far from solid.

He chirped, his tongue catching in his throat, then waited. No one chirped back.

"Liu 'er?" He called out quietly, his voice squeaky. 

He cleared his throat. Shifting the basket to be held by his tail. He will most definitely wake up Macaque but right now, he'd rather take a cranky Mac because Wukong woke him up then to bring this silence any longer.

His Liu 'er Mihou could yell, berate, scream at Sun Wukong all he felt like. He wanted out of this silence. He wanted his moon.

"Mango," he said as his voice slightly wavered, his hand quivering over the door knob, "I'm here to apologize."

He didn't hear any sound, no shuffling of blankets, no groans from being woken up. Macaque should've already opened the door and yelled him by now...

He grabbed the knob, exhaling a shaking breath. "It was wrong of me to yell at you, I was under a lot of stress but that doesn't justify yelling at you... I should've told you I was going on the pilgrimage beforehand" the golden monkey kept his eyes tightly closed as he turned the knob and opened the door with a click.

Please be in the bed.. please be in the bed... Please be in the bed...

The Great Sage slowly opened his eyes, peeking out of one before before became wide with panic.

The basket of mangoes falling out of his tail's grip, rolling of the it and across the stone floor.

There, sat on Macaque's bed, were the blankets he'd lent the ash coloured monkey the first night he had invited him to stay in the temple. They were neatly folded and placed at the center of the bed. 

"No.. no.. nonononono-" he sputtered out, desperately going over to the bed and checking under it before going over to closet to check there as well. 

It had to be some sick joke Macaque was playing on him, to get back at him somehow. It had to be..

"Mango- heh Moonlight, you got me! But this isn't funny anymore" he nervously laughed, frantically flipping through the hangers in the closet, "come out please!"

He chirped, turning on his gold vision. His breathing becoming ragged as he struggled to hold in the tears.

He was gone. His moon had left the mountain. 

He picked up the folded blanket off of the bed, clutching it close to his chest as though it were a life line, crumpling to his knees on the ground.

The blanket faintly smelled of Macaque. His sweet scent that always made he think of nighttime. Something in Wukong broke after, something deep inside himself.

He heaved a painful sob, clutching the blanket close as though it were the real Macaque.

He cried. He cried for yelling at Macaque, he cried because he didn't get here in time, he was crying because he lost his Moon. And Wukong continued to cry because he didn't know where to find his close friend, that he would have to go back to the journey knowing he wouldn't have the other monkey waiting for him when it was all over.

"LIU 'ER!" The Great Sage screamed, this was agony. 

He didn't care if he woke up the whole mountain, he didn't care if he woke up an entire demon army or the Jade Emperor and the rest of the celestial court.

Sun Wukong hoped he was loud. That he was loud enough for his Moon to hear his pain and come back.

"Lui 'er..." He sobbed.

He wasn't sure how long he laid there, hours maybe. When he had stepped into the temple it was close to daybreak, and he was now walking out it was fully morning.

He despised how bright and warm it was. He wanted night, he wanted the moon, his Moon.

The other monkeys, including his generals, were now up. They noticed  their king walking out of his temple, looking excited before their smiles dropped at how saddened the king looked.

Monkey King's eyes were tired and red, concluding that he'd been crying, having dark circles from not sleeping at all last night.

The monkeys kept quiet, choosing to simply kowtow without questioning the cause of their king's appearance. The Great Sage nodded in their direction before summoning his Somersault cloud once more and hopping on it as he flew away.

Eventually, he'd gotten back to Tripitaka and the others where they also choose to remain quiet at how disheveled their friend looked. 

The others had been eating lunch when Monkey had arrived, making sure to save a plate for Wukong if he were to arrive. Without missing a beat, he slung the rest of his things he'd left onto the cloud and started making his way up the trail.

"Pack up, we're moving out" his voice was firm, serious, yet weak as he refused to look the others in the eye.

Tripitaka frowned, "Wukong are you sure you're well enough to continue?" he asked full of concern for the stone monkey, "you just got back.. maybe you should rest."

"I'll be fine Master," Monkey King tilting his head up towards the sun "I promise I won't ruin our journey.."

A Sun, alone without his Moon..

[dogboy-flash]

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