#thank you for the prompt! I have plans to expand this out and talk about Steve's work a bit more in the future

[stevecoven]

Steve has had a really tough day at work, what would Murph do to cheer him up when he comes home? (As a fic prompt or if you just wanna answer!)

(this is a first draft of something longer that I was already working on, so this might get expanded out at a later date! tysm for the prompt 💛💜)

"Oh, dude, you look rancid."

Steve was not about to disagree. A solid inch of mud caked his body below the knees and past the elbows, and there were streaks and spots of it almost everywhere else. His work shirt was filthy and soaked through from exertion, and there were pale track marks through the dirt on his face where he sweated it away.

"I feel rancid," he said, wincing at the bright light of his own sitting room as he came in from the dark outside and heaved the heavy front door shut. Every muscle and bone in his body had something to complain about. His toes were numb, his fingers were burning, and his trusty leather jacket felt like it weighed a ton sitting on his aching shoulders.

Murph put down their book and pulled themselves up from their slouched position on the couch, pulling the knitted blanket off their legs.

“Dinner’s almost ready. I made a start as soon as I got your message.” They patted a hand against their chest and then stretched their arms out towards him, a well-understood gesture of c’mere.

Steve’s boots were left on the doormat and his muddy jacket slumped onto the floor. His sore and blistered feet managed to get him the short distance across the room to the couch, and then gave up completely as he pitched forward, collapsing into Murph’s embrace like a sack of bricks. They made a loud oof sound as all the air was pushed out of them by the impact and they toppled back into their horizontal position among the cushions, Steve clamped around their torso.

“I regret this immediately,” Murph wheezed, with the last scrap of breath in their lungs, as they tried to rearrange their boyfriend into a slightly less crushing position. “Augh, you’re all dirty and cold and…so moist. What have you been doing, swimming in clay?” Steve didn’t answer, just pressed himself as tightly as he could against Murph’s body, trying to leach as much body warmth from them as he could. His ears were pressed flat against his skull, a clear indicator of his mood. Murph pantomimed noises of disgust, but they still planted a big kiss on his grimy forehead and pulled him in close with their strong, warm arms nonetheless. The blanket was pulled back over to cover Steve in a tight cocoon, and long slender fingers ran through his hair. 

“You weren’t kidding about it being a rough day, huh?” Murph’s voice was quiet and comforting. “You wanna talk about it?” 

Absolutely not. Steve buried his face in Murph’s shirt. A disgruntled grumble came from somewhere under the fabric.

“Mmmmmmrrghghhhhughhh.”

He’d been in a foul mood for almost the entire day, and he didn’t want to bring that home with him and dump it all on Murph. He just wanted to rest, and be warm, and not think about having to go back and do it all again tomorrow. Besides, he was too exhausted to manage full sentences right now.

“That bad, huh?”

One hand rubbed wide, slow circles over his back, pressing gently in just the right places to untangle the knots in his shoulder muscles. The other hand cupped his chin, thumb lazily stroking the soft divet of skin just behind his ear. Steve hummed in appreciation and sank into the warm, cosy feeling, forgetting just for a moment just how sore and gross and cranky he was. He wiggled his way up Murph’s reclined torso to achieve a better cuddle, making sure to lay his head on the correct side so he didn’t jab their eye out with his horn. He was just getting comfy, the tension finally melting from his aching bones, when the soothing circles suddenly stopped. He made another grumbling noise, but it came out more like a disappointed whine.

“NoOOooOo,” he burbled. He craned his neck and shoved his face back into their retreating hand, demanding to be petted more. Murph laughed and gave him one last really good scrunch behind the ears.

“Nuh-uh buddy, you can’t get too comfy. I gotta get up and finish the soup.” Murph put a hand in his armpit in an attempt to lift him up and ease themself out from underneath him, but Steve retaliated by taking all the weight off his limbs and pressing his entire body weight down on them. He wasn’t about to let them stop making a fuss of him just like that. Murph flopped back down onto the couch, completely pinned under his stubbornness. 

 “Would you rather be grouchy and hungry this evening?” 

They said it with all the severity and harshness of a pre-school teacher trying to coax a toddler into taking a nap. Steve knew he was acting in an appropriately childish manner.

“...no.”

“Then you gotta let me up, sweetheart. Go put some clean clothes on, yeah? Then once we’ve eaten I’ll run you a nice hot bath. I’ll even let you use the fancy bubbles. That sound good?”

Steve had to agree, that did sound pretty good.

“...yeah, okay.”

When Murph hoisted him up this time he didn’t put up a fight. They kissed his grubby face, their lips a bloom of warmth against his winter-bitten skin, and carefully peeled themselves away from his embrace. As they stood up they looked down at themselves, and the huge, dirty, Steve-shaped stain that had formed across their shirt and trousers.

“Y’know what,” they said, “maybe I’ll run that bath for both of us.”

Steve’s ears perked up a little. That sounded even better.

[onpointedfeetandbrokendreams]

Day 4 - Painland Week

Day 4 of Painland Week 2024: August 5th - August 11th by @painlandweek

Prompt: Domestic

Tags:  Post-canon, Slice-of-life, Alive Niko Sasaki, Established Relationship

TW: None

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Solving big cases had its perks. After Port Townsend, the reputation of “The dead boy detectives and their brand new psychic” had caught on, and with more requests came higher prices. In just a couple of months they didn’t need to worry about paying rent in time for their office space anymore. In a year, they could afford to expand to the apartment next door. Crystal and Jenny had a lot of fun throwing down the wall between the two places with a hammer, and Niko spent an entire month drawing different plans for the new space. They had to hire actual construction workers at some point, but they wanted the first part of the renovation to be theirs.

There were many debates about who would get a personal room, since they only had two. Jenny said she would rather die - no offence - than live with them, but both Crystal and Niko wanted one and they were adamant that they needed them more than a ghost, which was exactly the moment when Edwin decided he needed one, being “one of the founders of the Agency”. Charles, on the other hand, was just trying very hard to hide how much it triggered him when the members of his new family fought with each other.

“How about this,” he said, “we split the two rooms, Edwin and I will take one, you two the other, and we buy more of those rollable mattresses to put in the common space when one of you needs more privacy.”

It was, undoubtedly, the best compromise, so the others had to agree - not without one last challenging glare between Crystal and Edwin, but that was to be expected.

“Thank you, Charles, I know it was silly of us to argue on such a matter,” Edwin said when the two of them were left alone.

Charles hugged him around the waist and hooked his chin on his shoulder. “I mean, I didn’t want to say anything before, but it wouldn’t really make sense for them to have two separate rooms in our office, would it?”

“I feel like I am being a bad influence on you, darling,” Edwin chuckled.

With an answering grin, Charles disentangled himself and started walking towards their new room. “I suggest we buy a very large bed, and we use those two walls for libraries,” he pointed at the different parts of the space as he talked.

“We can put the libraries outside, in the shared space, seeing our collections of tomes and artefacts always impresses the potential clients. How about posters?”

Charles’ eyes widened with wonder. “Really? You would let me?”

“Charles, you do not need my permission, it is a personal room, so clients will not see it, you do not have to remain professional in here.”

It felt like it was Christmas’ morning, except better, because he could share it with the best person who had ever existed instead of his asshole father.

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It took them months to finish the renovation, but it was so worth it. They finally had a waiting room, a functioning toilet for the living, coffee and tea machines, central heater, two desks, one for meeting clients and the other for research, and the almost fully decorated rooms.

“There is only one thing missing,” said Niko, excitedly. She had been looking like that for an entire day, like she was hiding the most juicy secret and she was barely able to stop herself from telling everyone she met.

“Construction workers have officially left, thank god,” Crystal groaned, closing the door behind her to join the others. “Which means, tonight is the first official house party!”

“This is not your house,” Edwin had to point out, earning himself a raised brow. “Also, Niko was about to say something.”

Niko’s grin, if possible, widened even more. “Yes, I have the best gift ever.”

She produced from her bag something that looked like an old polaroid camera, and before anyone could say anything, she explained:

“You know I went to Port Townsend in December, with my mum. Tragic Mick gave this to me, he says it’s enchanted to allow ghosts to appear in pictures!” She jumped in delight.

Edwin was on the item immediately, opening his palm behind him, in a way that Charles knew meant he wanted his book on “Magical Objects for the Day to Day Life”.

“Edwin, mate, before you go all business on this, do you realise what it means?” Charles said, very softly. “We can finally take a picture together.”

Even Crystal was smiling at the idea, despite her usual distaste for their “too explicit sappiness”.

Edwin looked around at them all, then at the object in his palm again, and smiled the biggest smile Charles had ever seen. He hugged Niko, and all four of them piled on before starting to take pictures in different corners of the new space.

At some point, boxes of Chinese food appeared on the floor, followed by a cake Crystal had ordered for the occasion with the icing forming the words: “Happy Agency Reopening Day!”. While Niko and Crystal had dinner, the two ghosts retreated to their room for a moment, still overwhelmed by the pictures they were holding in their hands.

Edwin caressed them with trembling fingers. “Which one should we put on the wall?”

“This one,” Charles said immediately, but instead of pointing to one of the pictures, he pressed a kiss to Edwin’s lips and clicked the button on the polaroid camera. He hadn’t dared do that in front of the girls, but he had desperately wanted to since Niko had shown them the object.

“You are lucky I love you so terribly,” Edwin said in a mock offended tone.

“I know,” Charles replied, putting the camera and the precious picture on one of the shelves.

“Guys! It’s still friendship time, you can go be lovesick idiots later!” called Crystal from outside the door. Quieter - but not enough not to be heard - she added:

“Shouldn’t the honeymoon phase be over after a thousand years?”

Charles chuckled. “Ready to go back there?”

Edwin nodded and entwined their fingers together, walking towards the door. Before they could walk through it, Charles whispered: 

“I forgot to say, I love you too.”

[penvisions]

garnish {chapter 10}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader

Summary: Time doesn't heal all wounds, but it does make the heart grow fonder. You find yourself missing Joel, too stubborn to reach out but Ellie is tired of seeing you both pinning as she navigates classes with you and her homelife with Joel now that she's back in the city.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: canon typical language, reader is a dumb dumb, reader is stubborn and heartbroken, mentions of reader's past, trauma, complicated family dynamics, stressful family dynamics, reader mourns her past relationship with father, verbal abuse (past tense), ellie being a scheming lil shit, language, sexual content, references to sexual relations (past tense), smoking, cigarettes, nicotine, drinking, consumption of alcohol, melancholia, manic depressive internal monologue

A/N: WE DID IT, we made it to the end!! i've never finished a fic before so this is all so exciting and a little terrifying, to be honest. i hope hope hope that i've done this lil au justice, with it growing a mind and story line of its own i never even planned for somewhere around chapter five. but we did it and i am proud of this lil one and maybe self-indulged a lot with my own birthday on the 17th! please tell me your thoughts!! a HUGE thank you to everyone that interacted with this. y'all made this possible by engaging with me and inspiring me to continue on even when my own brain was working against me ♡

i would love to take prompts for these two dummies to expand their universe and story in the future if anyone is interested? but i'm still getting used to having what little attention my fics are getting and i dunno if that would be something people are interested in ♡

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“Well, you certainly have the enthusiasm, Ellie.” A smile passed over the desk, fingers curled over her application and subsequent documentation. She had already graduated from her Boston school at the end of the previous spring semester, already set up to TA for a favorite professor of hers in the new year after a successful first year of doing so for another. But she had a pending application for a secondary degree. One here in Austin. 

Her life laid out in front of you once she had begun school, having applied and gotten into an art program in England right out of high school, something she had gushed about excitedly for a few moments when you asked her about it. Sure, you had talked about it in passing over shared meals both in the comforting environment of father’s home and while out getting coffee that had developed as a regular occurrence any time she was in town.

She was only four years younger than you, both her and Sarah. So driven and excited about this time in their lives. Sarah having relocated to work for a company that fought for her attention and hire after a phenomenal performance in communications and social work out in California. Both supported and shown love in a way that used to make anger and jealousy flair up in you, but that you now saw as a blessing for those who had that kind of nurturing environment to flourish in.

“I just…the perspective of art and language of art you’re trying to explore is really fuckin’ interesting. I know it doesn’t necessarily fall in line with my focus of studies, but-“

“Classes that interest you are just as important as those that help along your degree.”

“And dad said that I could go for it, said if it’s what I want, he’ll help me in any way he can.”

“Ellie, it would be a pleasure to have you take part in the program. There is a two semester commitment, I will remind you. And the application you submitted for Austin is still pending. But if you’re on board, I can sign my approval and walk it over to the admissions office when we’re done here.”

“I was…actually going to see if you could give me a ride back to the house…dad was in a hurry when my car wouldn’t start, and I left my keys with him so he could take a look at it.”

“Oh,” Your bottom lip was between your teeth, nervousness taking ahold of you. “Um, well-“

“I totally understand not wanting to, but I would feel better going with you than taking a bus or somethin’.”

“It’s okay, I can. But let’s walk this over to admissions and see what we can get in the way of aid first, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah, thank you so much!”

Your class sessions were at nine and lasted for two hours every Tuesday and Thursday. Not wanting to over log the students with a long block of class time on top of all the reading you did end up requiring of them in order to participate in the discussions. Only two days a week to allow for some leeway with the readings on top of the other responsibilities you were all to familiar with. You had explained to Ellie once her application had been switched over from pending to accepted.

You did miss the social aspect of working at the restaurant, the different foods and drinks you could try on a whim, the ability to get as much or as little human interaction as you wanted. But…you had made a choice to leave it behind. For good. Focusing finally on the things that you wanted to do for the rest of your life and a plethora of memories and stories of a time now past.

And Joel….you missed Joel.

But you were stubborn, sure that the man wanted to wash his hands of you after never getting a response.

Ellie was banging her head along to the tape that had been stuck in the trucks deck for years now. An old one from your childhood, one of the only things you father had intentionally gifted you. His love of music something you shared despite the rift and space created between you both. Your birthday up until you moved resulting in a gift card to the local record shop and a few tapes or CDs he wanted to share with you.

The younger girl belted out the lyrics, the loose strands of her hair whipping around from the cracked windows. You sang along with her, though not as loud, indulging her despite the ache that had settled in your bones. Having overthought yourself into a weird mood before class.

Suddenly the music faltered before the warbling completely as the ribbon inside began to loosen from the spool and hang out from the deck.

“Shit, that’s not good.” Ellie lamented as she reached forward to push the play button in to pause the music. She hit the ejection button and carefully pulled the tape from the mouth of the player. Her charcoal stained fingers spinning the spools one at a time to wind the ribbon back where it should be. A few moments later and she was reloading it and pushing play but the speakers only crackled before the tape ejected itself.

“Damn, it died.”

You didn’t say anything, thoughts a whirlwind as you panicked over loosing the last tangible connection you had with your estranged father. If she picked up on your tense silence, Ellie didn’t comment on it, leaving the tape hang half out the deck and moving to use the radio for the remainder of the ride.  

The house looked the same, Joel’s house, nestled to the side of a small cul-de-sac. The neighborhood calm and quiet in the early afternoon.

The graying curls you would recognize anywhere peaked from where Ellie’s care was being inspected by Joel laid out on a roller underneath the carriage. The hood was propped open and a giant tool storage cabinet had been wheeled closer to the opening of the garage. She bounded up to him, talking too fast for you to make anything out from the curb.

But Joel must’ve been able to decipher at least some of it because his gaze turned to you, oil staining one of his cheeks and his chest puffing up with a deep breath.

You felt your own breath catch low in your throat, a lump of air making it hard to breathe.

You drove off with your heart hammering in your chest.

It was now February, the dreaded holiday of the month approaching and your birthday right along with it. A shame, that such a day overshadowed any plans you had once made. The holiday taking precedent with prefix menus that brought in generous tips from happy couples and friends. But this year, this year you could do whatever you wanted.

Stay in, go out, order takeaway, drown yourself in fancy truffles. Whatever you wanted. But the weight in your heart didn’t have you all too keen for the day to arrive. Wondering what Joel had decided for his special menu, the drinks Millie worked with Mary on to pair alongside it. Maybe….maybe you could snag a seat at the bar and indulge?

You let the thoughts trail off and focused on grading the papers in front of you. Needing to get them done before your attention was pulled by a movie night with your friends.

You were up at exactly one minute before the clock stuck midnight. Bleary eyes watching the progression of the last sixty seconds before it was officially your birthday. Your phone buzzed with two texts immediately, all camps too much to handle in the early hour. Turning it to silent mode, you turned over and listened to the faint sounds of Sweet Pea playing with a bell down in the living room, hoping sleep would come back to you.

Waking up for a second time was a whirlwind, snooze allowing for you to sleep in until the absolute last minute before you had to get up. Shoving the tube of fabric that was a simple, off the shoulder dress over your head and fluffing up your hair with dry shampoo and you were out the door and headed to the campus.

“Alright, everyone, since I’m feelin’ a little generous today!” You clapped your hands once, noticing Ellie slink in at the last minute before you typically announced the beginning of class. “I’m gonna play a documentary for today- but!”

You interrupted the happy chuckles from the group of about thirty or so individuals you had interviewed and approved for your program. “I will need a paper on the methods used to help identify the remains and artifacts, with your general interpretation of the cultural basis hypothesized from them due next class!”

“Professor, c’mon. It’s my birthday, it’s your birthday: let’s all just take it easy.”

A chorus of, “Is it really your birthday?! Why didn’t you tell us!” rang out across the room. Certain individuals looking genuinely upset that they had missed out on a chance to let you know how much they appreciated you and liked you. It made the ache in your heart lighten just a bit, weird mood about the day waning slightly in their unabashed openness. Ellie was oddly silent, normally one to engage loudly and enthusiastically, her phone in her hand, fingers a blur as she fiddled with it.

“If you really want to do something for me, please, concentrate on the documentary!” You turned your back to the class, booting up the video on your laptop and tugging down the projector screen that was closed and stored up above the whiteboard. Turning the lights off, save for one in the back for them to take notes with, you pressed play and offered one last tidbit before the opening credits rolled, “But it doesn’t hurt to bring a gift card for any local coffee shops.”

“Need a ride today, Ellie?” You asked the lingering girl, slow to pack her bag up once the class had ended and hesitant to disembark from the campus altogether. Her car was in the shop, something needing repair that was beyond Joel’s skill set. As well as a new set of tires they were waiting on to get delivered before installing them. The ones she had for the more intense weather seasons of Boston worn down over the years and needed replacing. You didn’t mind totting the younger girl around, offering her help with proof reading papers and going over terms that didn’t easily stick. Talking about nothing in particular, though Joel had been diligently inside the house or away each time you dropped her off at home, no more awkward glances since your little display of speeding off the first time.

“Was gonna offer to get you a coffee,” She wouldn’t look directly at you, setting you on edge. You were about to ask her if everything was okay when she suddenly swung her bag on her shoulder and faced you. “I’m helping at the restaurant today, assumed you wouldn’t be cool with dropping me off there.”

An hour later, you were both loaded in the car with too expensive coffee drinks and pulling up to the front of the restaurant. You didn’t want to test if you had clearance to park in the employee lot, not sure what would hurt more. The denial of your code beeping or the approval of your code chirping and opening the gate. Sighing, you put shifted into park and let the engine idle.

Ellie seamed to be taking her sweet time once again. Moving slow to collect her things, having hesitantly showed you the project she was working on for one of her art courses. The bell above the front entrance sounded as the door opened and your head snapped up to see Joel walk through it. He paused, holding the door open beside him as he gave a small wave to Ellie and a somber nod to you.

Yous lips lifted at the corners as you noticed the stain of what had to be beets on his otherwise pristine apron, the white of it displaying the dark red in a disturbing way. His other hand was behind his back, shrouded in the shadows of the interior. He shared a hushed work with Ellie as she finally exited the truck and slinked past him with a last wave toward you.

But Joel didn’t follow her inside.

He stepped outside completely. The door closing behind him with a soft thump.

He was walking toward the truck, the passenger window down all the way as Ellie relished in the fresh air before knowing she wouldn’t leave until well past midnight after the rush of the holiday. 

Your fingers dug into the skin of your thighs, dress having ridden up during the drive to expose the tops of them. The sun warm on them as your nails made crescent shapes in their softness, making your anxiety for the world to see. You were otherwise frozen, unsure of what to say, how to talk. He looked so good. Longer hair slicked back, sliver glinting in the sunlight at his temples and in the scruff of his face. A vaguely heart shaped patch where it didn’t grow in too tempting of a sight as you recalled the way it felt to pepper kisses there.

Joel’s eyes flickered down to your mouth as your tongue swiped out to wet your suddenly dry bottom one, his hidden hand finally shifting from behind his back.

You couldn’t help the little gasp that pushed from your chest as a boquet of flowers was revealed to be in his grip.

The colors of it shades of orange, gold, and yellow. A mix of chrysanthemums, sunflowers, and peonies all wrapped in a delicate tissue paper with a white ribbon holding it all together. In the middle of the front of it, there was something shiny.

“Thought it was an emergency, when she started blowing up my phone a few hours ago.” He finally spoke, stepping off the curb and up to the passenger side of the car. He extended the bouquet to you, hiding his face from you for a moment. You were able to make out the shiny thing in the middle.

It was a copy of the tape that had died the first time you had given Ellie a ride home. The one you couldn’t find anywhere online. The one you had almost just ordered a CD or digital version of. The one you had almost reached out to your father to ask about. It was impossible to find, to replace. But it was there, in the middle of a beautiful arrangement of flowers.

A sob suddenly wracked through your body, hands coming up to cup your chin and hold any others in as fat tears fell hot from your eyes.

“Oh no, no – this – this was supposed t’make you smile, darlin’, not burst into tears.” Joel quickly lowered it, moving it out of view of the windows frame and pulling it back behind him. “I’m so sorry, I – I was just trying to do somethin’ nice for ya on your special day.”

You hiccupped as you reached out a hand in a weak wave, wiping at your cheeks with the other.

“No, Joel, it’s…it’s really sweet of you to do this. I just…I don’t deserve it.”

“Of course you do, you deserve everythin’, darlin’.” He reached through the open window and gently placed the bouquet down on the passenger seat. Molasses eyes catching yours as he offered you a weak smile and a nervous display of his fingers slinking his hair back. “Just wanted to do somethin’ for you today. I didn’t know last year and well, this year I do.”

“Joel…”

“Don’t need anything from you, really. They’re for you and that’s that.” He shuffled on his feet, watching as the breeze ruffled your loose hair and the fabric of your dress, sleeves flowing in the wind, the shine of your necklace in the sunshine.

“Thank you, really. I- I appreciate it.” You reached over to tug the cassette from its secure spot. Turning it over in your hands, taking in the scratches on the plastic of the case. The memory of looking over the massive collection he had displayed in one of the guest rooms, the small shelving unit he had made himself to store all the tapes he had previously kept in boxes in the garage. “Joel, this is from your collection, I can’t-“

“You can ‘n I wanted to. Ellie told me yours got ate and I don’t listen to the tapes much these days, just the vinyl.”

Voice gone and heart beating fast, you nodded. Feeling the urge to lean over and pull him into the truck to drive around for hours and listen to the reverent offering in your hands. But he had a holiday menu to get back to and you had a new recipe to try out. Each on their own and in different worlds.

He patted the window sill twice with a wide palm before he was turning away and disappearing back inside. You watched him go, heart urging you to call out to him while your mind told you it wouldn’t ever be that simple again.

Friends had come and gone, sharing dinner and gifts with you. Crappy movies and good liquor, laughs abundant and feelings so alive. The kind of day that reminded you that you were alive and well. The kind of day that made everything else worth it, small moments tiding you over until you could feel like full and bright again.

You stared at the flowers until the alcohol in your system blurred them, the colors running together and dimming as sleep pulled you under in the late hour. The tape playing through to the end before the machine finally shut off, blanketing you in your passed out state.

You would stare at them, as if they were pulling your attention every time you were in the kitchen or the living room. Choosing to hide away in your office or upstairs when you were home where they were out of site. When they began to wilt and dry up, you moved them to the back patio, not able to through them out but not able to reach out to the man who had gifted them to you.  

Finally removing them from the vase and cleaning it out. You bagged them up and left them on the counter to deal with after class. One that went by in the blink of an eye, almost like the day was rushing toward something. Rushing you toward something. The slow thrum of…something deep in your bones as you engaged in the discussion, leading it back to the focal point if it got too off tangent.

The routine of giving Ellie a ride one that hadn’t been prevalent lately since her car had been fixed and the end of the semester rolled around. But today it seemed to be one of the things that time was ushering you toward. Driving Ellie home with post class treat of milkshakes this time, the weather beginning to inch toward the dry heat that was prevalent most of the year.

“Thanks again! See you Thursday, professor!” Ellie hollered over her shoulder as she all but tore out your truck and ran towards the front door. By passing the scene of Joel stood in the driveway, garage open behind him once again.

“I better! You have a final!” You hollered after her, no real malice in your voice.  

She whizzed past Joel who was stood at the front of her car, hood open and engine block exposed to his perplexed expression. His hands were on his hips, a wrench in one and a screwdriver in the other. He was looking down into the exposed parts with a look you couldn’t quite read from the curb but when he spotted Ellie he called after her.

“Babygirl, I don’t see anything wrong with it. You said it was making a rattling sound, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah! A rattling sound.”

“From…where, exactly?” He turned a furrowed brow to her but she was determined to get away from his prying gaze, scurrying off without any more words. Her bag thumping against her shoulders as she rushed toward the door.

You had been so focused on watching her nearly trip over the steps leading to the front door that you didn’t notice Joel rise from his spot tinkering with something on her car and approach the side of yours.

“Hey there,” His cautious voice greeted you too close through the open window.

“Oh jesus, fuck! Joel don’t do that!” You startled so bad the seatbelt locked up and tightened around you, preventing you from taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Shit, sorry. Thought you saw me comin’ over.” A sheepish rub of his hand along the back of his neck, had your eyes roaming over the picture he made in the frame of the open window. Perfectly fitted, as if he should be on the inside of the truck beside you instead of standing outside of it. Close, but not close enough.

Quiet fell over the both of you, Joel looking into the cab of the truck, grease and oil marring his beautiful skin and white t-shirt and you gazing just to the right of him, not able to directly do so now that his attention was focused. The words shared between you both, all of the good, all of the bad, and all of the confusing floating in the heavy air between two people who had lived far too much in such a short amount of time. Echoes of everything passing in the charged air between you both.

Your name being uttered had your eyes glancing at his, the sun lighting them up into a bright hue and your heart fluttered in your chest. You held his gaze for a few seconds, heat creeping up your neck from the pulse of warmth that only he could cause filling your chest.

“Alright, well…thanks for bringing Ellie home.” He reached a handout to pat the side of the truck before shoving away.

“Hey, Joel, wait…” You leaned over, hoping that the words in your throat didn’t get stuck. When he turned quickly back to you, there was a hopeful pinch to his features, lips pursed as he waited with bated breath for you to continue. Taking a deep breath, you locked eyes with him again, keeping up the connection. The hope that glinted in them helped the words to flow from you in a quick push.

“Do, um, do you want to grab a coffee sometime?”

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HEYYY!!! I’ve been reading you fanfics and there really good and I’ve been wondering if you can make a Colby x reader series were reader goes to a meet n greet and reader ask Sam and Colby if they can kiss her cheeks for a picture and Colby slips a note of his phone number into her back pocket . THANK U SOOO MUCH IF U DO THIS

I Like Your Tattoo

Colby Brock X Reader

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Prompt?: No

Request?: Yes By: Anonymous above

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,938

Ko-fi

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You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: December 16th, 2022

Post Time: 4:13 pm

Summary:  Reader goes to a meet and greet to meet the boys she believes saved her life. Colby may or may not take a liking to her when she says her favorite quote is “________”. Then she lifts her sleeve to show them two tattoos she’s gotten. A tattoo of her favorite quote along with a quote from Colby “_____” which shocks him, making him fall head over heels for her.

ANote: I have never really been to a meet and greet, I have been to events where you stand in a long line and wait for an autograph, but never a full on meet and greet. So with that in mind please please just kinda go with me for this one. I plan to just write what I’ve heard and seen from friends as well as adding in my non real meet and greets. 

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!!

Y/n’s Pov: 

I wake up to my alarm sound of Colby going off and groan before grabbing my phone. Instead of turning it off, I listen to it for a few minutes and I start to realize what today is. I finally turn it off as I look around the hotel room that I’m in as if in a daze. 

A smile falls over my face and I grab a pillow shoving it to my face as I let a squeal out before throwing it back to the bed. Finally I get up and decide to start getting ready. I grab the shirt and pants that I had brought specifically for today.

I then grab my makeup bag and jewelry case before walking to the bathroom. I do a very simple makeup look, then change out of my pajamas and into my outfit for the day. 

I put the nice tank top like shirt on:

before pulling the nice long sleeved shirt over the top:

Then I pull my sweatpants on:

I smile when I see my tattoo on my collarbone is on show. I quickly grab my sweatshirt and pull that over my head too now covering both tattoos in the process:

I smile when I deem myself fully ready. I quickly walk out of the bathroom and gather everything I’ll need for the day before heading out to my car. 

I drive down to the shopping center where the meet and greet will be taking place. When I found out they were going to go to an OG meet and greet, I just had to get the tickets. So here I am, waiting to meet my saviors and I couldn’t be more excited, yet nervous all at the same time. 

I quickly park my car and get out before heading to where the line should be. Slowly one by one, they let the small crowd of maybe a hundred to two hundred people through the doors of the small shopping center. Once inside, I smile as I see the big area that has all the merch. 

I start to meander around and look at some of the merchandise. For a few minutes I look over the newest sweaters that they have out, but decide not to buy one. I walk a little ways more before finding the rings, I smile as I pick one up and slip it onto my finger.

“It looks good on you,” a voice speaks, making me look up to see who’s talking to me. 

“Oh! Thank you!” I say in shock as I see Kat standing behind the table. 

“You're welcome. You should get it. Colby designed it off of his own. Maybe if you have one, he’ll notice when you meet with him,” she sweetly tells me and I grin as I nod at her, making her laugh. 

“Sorry. I must have shocked you. I didn’t mean to. I just came over to talk with the merchant about the possibility of stock running out,” she Expands and I nod again. 

“No. Don’t worry, you didn’t shock me at all I- just wasn’t expecting to see you. I’m a huge fan,” I tell her and she smiles at me. 

“Ahh. Ok. I can help you with buying that if you’d like?” she inquires as she points to the ring. 

“Oh. Yes, please, if you could,” I agree as I slip the ring off and hand it to her. 

“Of course. Let me go ask Sarah if she can ring it up,” she tells me as she takes the ring from me. 

“Thank you!” I shout as she walks away, making her turn back to me. 

“You're very welcome,” she says with a nod before turning around and leaving. 

I stand there waiting for a while and soon it starts to warm up a little, so I take off my sweater before tying it around my waist. After it’s off I can breathe a little better and I find myself taking my long sleeve off too before lightly tying it around my waist as well. Just as I finish tying it around myself Kat walks back over with another girl making me look up at them. 

“Hi! I’m Sarah. Kat tells me you’d like to buy this ring?” she asks as she holds it up for me to see and I nod. 

Sarah hands me a card reader and I pay for the ring. Once I’m done paying Sarah hands me my receipt and I give her a small thankful smile. I then put my card along with the receipt away in my wallet. Last I put my wallet back in my crossbody bag before looking back up to Kat. 

“Nice tattoos. Colby said that one,” Kat notifies me as she points to the quote on my collar bone. 

“Yeah… it’s my favorite Colby quote. It’s one of the many quotes that saved my life. That’s why it’s on my collar bone. Close to the heart,” I tell Kat and she grins before someone comes up next to her, whispering something to her. 

“Ok. I’ll be there in a sec,” she promises the person who nods before walking away. 

“Ok. Well, apparently Sam needs me. It was nice meeting you…” she says as she turns to me and pauses. 

“Y/n,” I provide my name for her and she nods. 

“Well, y/n, it was really nice to meet you. You’ll have to tell me more about your tattoo later,” she tells me with a smile and I nod. 

“Of course. It was nice meeting you too, Kat,” I agree with her and she smiles once more before turning around. 

“Would you like me to wrap the ring for you?” Sarah proposes, making me shake my head as I take the ring and slide it back onto my finger. 

“Nah, I think I’ll just wear it. Thank you for your help,” I inform her and she nods, smiling. 

I then walk over to the little food cart that’s sitting just across from the merchandise table and get into the line. It takes a few minutes before I finally get up to it and order my food. I grab it from the person with a smile as well as a small ‘thank you’ before walking over to one of the small tables. 

As I sit down, I look at the time and smile when I see it’s just about time for the boys to actually come out. I quickly open up the food from its packaging and eat it. I drink some water to wash it down and just as I’m finished eating, people start lining up where the line would be. 

I smile as I get up and throw my garbage away before getting in line as well. I look at the people in front of me and realize I’m maybe only about twenty people away. As I wait, I slowly start to get antsy and drum lightly on my thigh. 

The line moves slowly as one by one I get closer and closer. My nerves start to play with my head and my palms get sweaty the closer I get. Suddenly the twentyish people before me are now ten and I swallow when I catch a glimpse of the back of Colby’s head. 

It then suddenly gets warmer and warmer as I get closer, now only about five people in front of me. Before I know it, I’m frozen at the front of the line as Colby turns around with a big smile on his face. 

“Hi. What’s your name?” he asks me and I gulp, making him chuckle. 

“You can come closer. We won’t bite,” Colby promises with a soft smile. 

“Well actually he might, but I definitely won’t,” Sam jokes as Colby holds his hand out to me and walks me over. 

“Sam! Ok… he’s right, I definitely do get bitey the more testy I get, but I promise you I won’t bite you,” Colby jokes and I smile at him as I laugh. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite either,” I coyly respond and Colby lets out a loud laugh as he throws his head back. 

“Now that we’ve all established none of us will bite, what's your name?” Sam queries just as the door to the left opens. 

“Y/n! It’s so nice to see you again,” Kat beams as she walks over and pulls me into a hug. 

“Oh, you know her?” Sam questions with a raised eyebrow and Kat nods as we pull back from our hug. 

“We met at the merch table earlier. Bought that very ring she’s wearing now,” Kat explains as she points to the ring on my finger. 

“Yeah. I told her how I really liked the design…” I enlighten them with a light blush as Colby grins. 

“Hey. Is that a tattoo?” Colby asks, pointing at the tattoo on my arm and I grin, nodding. 

“Can I read it?” he asks and I nod before he lightly grabs hold of my arm to look at it a little closer. 

“The heart may be weak and sometimes it might give in, but I've learned that deep down there's a light that never goes out,"

~ Sora

Colby reads it out loud and slowly starts to grin. His eyes light up and Sam smirks. 

“That’s from Kingdom Hearts. I believe Sora said it, didn’t he?” Colby playfully questions even though it’s clear he already knows he’s right and I nod, smiling at him. 

“That he did. It’s my favorite quote from all the games. It has inspired me to never let my light go out. To let it shine no matter where or what I’m doing,” I explain and Colby seems to get excited. 

“Mine is-” Colby starts to quote his favorite quote and I smile. 

“Don’t assume that your dreams are just a fantasy,” 

~Sora

Me and Colby quote it at the same time. He smiles as do, getting even more excited that I even knew that. 

“How’d you know that was my favorite?” Colby asks and I roll my eyes. 

“Umm, hello? Super fan. You said it back in your old Q&A video from Kansas,” I remind him, making his eyes widen as me and Sam laugh. 

“That was so long ago!” Colby comments in shock and I giggle, nodding. 

“How long have you played Kingdom Hearts?” he asks and I grin even more. 

“Oh boy, you’ve got him started now…” Sam quips with an eye roll, making me and Kat laugh. 

“Don’t worry, he can talk KH with me any day. I’ll gladly talk about all the cutscenes for hours as well as watch through them thousands of times,” I inform Sam and his eyes widen. 

“Colby, brother, she's perfect for you,” Sam tells him as he pats him on the back and I blush. 

“Well, I don’t know about that…” I shyly shake my head as both Sam and Kat nod like it’s an understatement. 

“Honey. You definitely are. Saying you're perfect might be an overstatement because nobody's really perfect, but you really do seem to mesh right with Colby,” Kat agrees with Sam and I blush. 

“Well, thank you, that's very nice of you to tell me. But if you ever wanna talk KH and have nobody else to talk to about it, just hit me up,” I confidently tell him with a soft smile and he nods excitedly. 

“Also to answer your question, Colby, I’ve been playing since the first one came out back in 2002,” I explain and his eyes widen. 

“You’ve been playing a lot longer than me then…” Colby trails off in astonishment and I smile, nodding my head. 

“Yeah… me and my very much older Disney-loving cousin were absolutely obsessed with it the first time playing it. Stayed up all night, even at the age of four I was immersed in it,” I explain my past with a nostalgic tone and Colby smiles even bigger, if that’s even possible. 

“I bet your parents were happy your cousin kept you up like that,” Sam jokes and I laugh, nodding my head. 

“Oh, they did. I’ve been told many stories of how when he’d visit, we’d sneak downstairs to play and my parents were always furious the next morning,” I tell Sam and he laughs, giving a small ‘gold’ in response. 

“That’s what made me the gamer I am today actually. If it weren’t for my cousins, I don’t think I’d be much into video games at all,” I inform and Sam smiles softly as he nods.  

“Then I found out Colby liked the game and it just was so awesome to know one half of my favorite duo liked the same thing as me,” I tell them and Colby smiles at me. 

“So how’d you find us?” Colby questions and I giggle. 

“It’s actually a really funny story. So when you two first started out I had known of you, but didn’t really get into the fandom till like maybe 2016ish when I was losing all my will to live…” I explain, but trail off at the end, not wanting to ruin the mood. 

“Awe, what happened at that time?” Sam asks and I smile softly. 

“At that time I had just moved, didn't really have very many friends and was bullied a lot. By a lot I mean like a lot,” I expand as I playfully roll my eyes, making Sam chuckle. 

“But then I found you guys and got more into your videos again. They made me laugh so hard. You guys gave me the will to push on. Not to mention all that you did with wanting to just make a difference,” I tell them with a grin and Colby smiles. 

“Is it ok if we give you a hug?” Colby asks and I nod my head immediately. 

“Definitely,” I agree with them, making them both smile. 

Colby pulls me in first from the right and Sam comes closer from the left. They hug me for a moment and I just sink into the warm feeling they give off. I relax for what feels like only really a minute before being snapped out of the little taste of heaven. 

“Now that’s too cute,” Kat comments with a grin as she pulls out her phone and snaps a picture. 

After she takes the picture we pull apart and Sam notices my other tattoo. Colby walks over to the side with Kat for a moment and she nods before jogging off. Sam pokes the tattoo as he reads it, making me giggle. 

“Hey! Colby said that one,” he comments and I smile, nodding. 

“Yeah. It was one of the moments he inspired me,” I tell him with a soft smile. 

“What’d I say?” Colby asks as he walks back over and I smile. 

“Her other tattoo…” Sam tells him as he points it out on my collar bone. 

“You think it's over, everyone important in your life has never stayed. Little do you know, I'll always be close by. Forever. And nothing will ever change that”

~Colby Brock

“Hey. I tweeted that,” Colby acknowledges after he reads it. 

“Yeah. You didn’t know it, but that was a really bad day for me and you tweeted it just when I needed it�� stopped me from a very bad choice…” I choke out as I flash back to the memory. 

“Hey. Hey. It’s ok. I’m really glad I was able to stop that choice. You seem like someone I’d love having around,” Colby tells me as he rubs my back lightly and I smile softly at him while wiping just under my eye. 

“Thank you. Not a lot of people have told me that,” I choke out and he frowns. 

“Well, all the people that left you behind made a huge mistake,” Colby comments with a soft smile as his hand continues to lightly rub my lower back, making me relax faster than I ever have before. 

“Sam, I sadly don’t have one from you. But I was wondering if before I leave, today you’d write one out for me?” I ask him as I turn to him and he gives me a shocked look. 

“I mean, yeah. I can definitely do that,” he tells me in a choked tone and I smile softly at him again. 

“Where’d Kat go?” Sam questions as he looks around for his girlfriend. 

“Oh. Uh, she’s grabbing something from the back room for me,” Colby states as he looks away shyly and I giggle. 

“Ok. Well in the meantime while she’s gone, do you wanna pose for official pictures?” Sam asks and Colby nods. 

“Ok. Let’s do it,” I agree with a grin as Sam motions to the camera guy that we’re ready.  

The camera guy stands up from his chair in the corner and walks over to us. He stops by the camera along with his whole setup that’s next to it. 

“Ok. So when you do pose, I want you,” he explains pointing to me, "To be on that red line right there. Got it?” He points to the line and I look down at it. 

“Yup. I got it,” I tell him with a nod before stepping on the spot. 

“What poses do you wanna do?” Colby asks me and I grin. 

“Can we do one with each and then one all together?” I ask and Sam and Colby both nod. 

“Yeah. We can totally do that. Who do you wanna take a picture with first?” Sam asks and I shrug. 

“I’m good with whoever. I love both of you so I don’t care,” I inform them and they both smile while looking at each other. 

“Colby seems to want to go first, so I’ll let him,” Sam jokes with a chuckle and I smile, nodding as he steps off to the side for a moment. 

“Ok. What pose?” Colby asks with a grin and I giggle, shaking my head. 

“I don’t know. I only had one planned and that’s the one with both of you,” I inform him and he chuckles, rubbing his hands together which only makes me giggle more. 

“Ok. How about just a hug? Or how about this…” Colby thinks out loud before trailing off. 

He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me from behind. I immediately relax into him and a soft grin falls over my lips as he laces our fingers together before laying them over my stomach. He then lays his head directly on my shoulder and smiles. 

“This ok?” he asks and I only nod, not able to fully find my words. 

“Y…y…yeah. It’s more than ok,” I tell him with a smile, making him grin. 

“Ok. That’s the pose?” The camera guy asks, making both me and Colby nod in confirmation. 

“Ok. On three then,” the camera guy tells us as he leans into the camera. 

“One… two… three,” the camera guy shouts as he starts to take the pictures. He takes a few before standing back up fully. 

“Ok. Good. Next pose?” he tells us and we smile, nodding. 

Colby pulls away and I fight the urge to frown at the loss of his body heat. Sam walks over and gives Colby a funny look that makes me giggle before Colby walks off to the side now. As Colby stands off to the side, I can see Kat walk back, handing him something as they whisper back and forth. 

“Ok. Do you have any idea on a pose for us?” Sam asks and I giggle, shaking my head again. 

“Nope. Like I told Colby, I only had the one with all of us planned,” I inform, reiterating what I’d said before and he smiles, nodding. 

“Ok. How about a piggy back ride?” Sam asks and my eyes widen. 

“Is that good for your back after you broke it?” I ask him and he smiles. 

“Yeah. I should be fine. It’s mostly all healed now,” he informs me as he pats his own back and I smile. 

“Ok. If you’re ok with it,” I hesitantly agree and he smiles as he crouches down. 

I hop onto his back and he wraps his hands around my legs. I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck and he smiles as he turns to the camera. 

“That’s so cute!” Kat shouts out to us and we both turn to grin at her. 

“Ok. Are you guys ready?” The camera guy asks, making us both nod. 

“Ok. On three again,” he tells us as he once again leans down to the camera to take the pictures. 

“Ok. Good. Now one or two all together, yeah?” he asks as he stands back up again. 

“Hold on. Stay up there,” Colby tells us as I start to hop off Sam’s back and he comes over. 

“Why?” I ask and Colby smirks. 

“I’ve got another pose idea,” Colby informs us as he helps Sam make sure I’m not slipping. 

“Ok…” both Sam and I agree with a few chuckles as Sam shrugs when I give him a questionable look. 

Sam keeps me up on his back and Colby stands off to the side. Colby then nods to the camera guy, who smirks and nods. 

“Ok. On three…” he tells us again before getting ready to take the picture. 

“Y/n, look at me,” Colby tells me and I do as he tells me. 

The camera flashes just as Colby pulls me down and gives me a light kiss. The camera flashes a few more times before Colby pulls away with a smile. I blush as I hop off Sam’s back, who smirks. 

“I thought you guys only did show kisses?” I ask and Colby chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Normally we do, but you're special,” Colby tells me, making me blush some more. 

“Well thank you,” I say shyly and he smiles at me. 

“Ok. Next pose?” The camera guy prompts and Colby grins. 

“I have another idea if that’s ok. I actually have a few more,” Colby explains and I grin, nodding. 

“I’m good with whatever,” I tell him and he grins before grabbing my hand. 

“Ok. Sam, you stand in front of her,” Colby tells Sam, who nods and does as he tells him. 

“Y/n, hug him from behind,” Colby tells me and I giggle as I reach up on my tiptoes while wrapping my arms around Sam’s neck. 

“Ok. What now?” I ask and Colby smirks. 

“This…” Colby trails off before he wraps his arms around my waist and cuddles close. 

“Ok. Are you guys ready?” The camera guy asks and Colby nods at him. 

“Ok. As all the other times, on three,” the camera guy tells us again before he leans down to the camera. 

“Ok. Good! Two more poses, yes?” The camera guy questions as he stands back up straight and Colby nods as we all pull away. 

“Ok. Last idea of mine,” Colby tells us, getting a nod from us. 

“Sam, I want to just kinda join. Hug her from the side or back,” Colby tells him and he nods. 

Colby then pulls me into a semi-hug, keeping a hold of my hand. He then leans his forehead to mine and I instinctively close my eyes to hide the tears that start to make way to my eyes. Sam then also grabs onto my hand and just hugs me from the side, leaning his head softly on my shoulder. 

“Ok. Ready?” The camera guy asks and I feel Sam nod. 

The camera guy takes a few shots of this pose. 

“Ok. Good. Last pose?” he asks again as he stands up to look at us. 

We all break apart and I open my eyes. Colby smiles softly at me as he rubs my arm lightly. 

“Can you give us one minute, James?” Colby asks and James nods with a soft smile. 

I wipe my eyes as more tears start to cascade down my cheeks and I shake my head. I see out of the corner of my eye as Sam walks over to Kat. She smiles as he walks over to her and they start to talk back and forth. 

“Hey. You’re ok…” Colby whispers to me now that we’re somewhat alone, he pulls me into a hug and rubs my back. 

“I’m sorry. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry today. That I’d be, like, super cool,” I tell him and Colby’s quick to start hushing me softly. 

“Hey. No. It’s ok to cry. You're human. It happens,” Colby tells me as he continues to rub my back for a few minutes as I slowly start to calm down. 

“Thank you,” I say with a smile at him and he nods. 

“Of course,” he replies with his own grin. 

“Ok. Are we ready now?” James questions when he sees us smiling. 

“Yeah. I think we are,” Colby tells him as he side-eyes me and I nod at him. 

“Ok. What pose was it you wanted to do?” Sam inquires as he rubs his hands together while walking back over after Colby had waved him over. 

“I was thinking we could have me in the middle with both of you guys on my sides, hugging me and kissing my cheeks,” I tell them with a light blush, making them chuckle and nod. 

“Yeah, we can do that,” Sam agrees with a smile and nod. 

“Hold on a moment,” Colby tells us as he holds up a finger. 

He then walks over to Kat and they whisper to one another for a few moments, before Kat pats him on the back. She gives him what seems like an encouraging smile and he hesitantly nods before walking back over to us. 

“Ok. I’m ready now,” Colby informs and I smile softly at him. 

Colby pulls me in from the left and Sam comes up hugging me on the right. I giggle as Colby gives my side a little tickle before they both kiss my cheek and I grin. 

“Ok. On three, one last time,” James explains to us as he slightly bends to the camera again before taking a couple. 

“Ok. Good. You’re all done,” James notifies us as he stands straight once again. 

“Your pictures will be sent to your email,” he informs me and I nod, smiling at him. 

“Thank you, James,” Sam speaks up with a nod at James. 

James nods back before going back over to where he was previously sitting when I first walked up. Sam and Colby both pull away and again I have to fight a frown as I realize my time is up. Kat comes over and pulls her phone out. 

“I’d like to hang out with you sometime, y/n. Do you think I could get your number?” Kat questions me as she holds out her phone to me. 

“Yeah. Sure. I’d love that too,” I agree with Kat as I take her phone and put my number in. 

“Well, I’ll text you soon,” she promises as she takes the phone back. 

“Ok. I look forward to it,” I tell her with a grin before turning to Sam and Colby. 

“Sam, can I get a quote from you?” I ask and he grins, nodding. 

“Yeah. Kat, hon, do you have paper of some sort?” he asks her and she nods before pulling a small ripped up paper from her pocket. 

She hands the paper and a pen to him and he grabs Colby by the arm before spinning him around. Colby rolls his eyes with a playful scoff as Sam uses his back to write it down. He quickly finishes writing before handing Kat the pen. 

“Ok. Done,” Sam tells me as he hands me the paper and I look down at it as I read over it. 

“You can't change the world but you can change how you see it,”

~Sam Golbach

“Awe, Sam… I love it. It’s definitely a good reminder,” I tell him with a smile and he shrugs as he puts his hands in his pockets. 

“I know. It’s even good for me sometimes,” he agrees with me. 

“Ok. Well before I go, can I get one more hug?” I ask the boys and they both smile, nodding. 

I walk over to them and Sam pulls me into a hug first. He hugs me tight for a second and I hug him back just as tight. 

“You got this. It may be bad some days, but just remember on those days that it’s all only temporary,” Sam whispers to me and I nod as I try to keep my tears at bay. 

He pulls back from the hug and smiles softly at me before stepping off to the side. Colby grins as he steps up and pulls me into a hug. 

“I promise you’ve got this. You're a great person and I’d really appreciate getting to know you. I know a lot of people have left you, but think of it this way. It’s not your loss, it’s theirs,” Colby informs me and I nod, hugging him a little closer. 

“Thank you. Really, that means the world to me,” I whisper to him as I cuddle my face into his neck. 

I cuddle into him just a little more and try to commit his smell to my vivid memory. After a few moments more, Colby pulls back and I fight the feeling that rises up inside me at the loss of his contact. I then turn to see Kat smiling at me with her arms open and I giggle, shaking my head. 

“This really was a dream come true,” I tell them as I walk over and hug Kat as well. 

“We loved meeting you, too,” Kat tells me with a grin as she pulls back. 

“Well. I hope we meet again someday,” I admit as I start to walk back the way I had come. 

“Don’t worry, we will. I’ll make it happen,” Kat promises and I smile at her. 

“And I wholeheartedly believe you will,” I reply and she smiles at me. 

I turn around and start walking out with a grin on my face. I turn back one last time to look at them and I catch Colby watching me. I turn back around and smile as I walk back to my car. 

Once back at my car, I get in and let out a happy sigh. I sit in the driver's seat and just soak in what had just happened. I can’t help but let out a little happy squeal before calming down and turning on my favorite playlist. 

As my music turns on, I grin as Skin starts to play and I giggle, shaking my head in slight disbelief. After starting my car, I pull out and start driving back to my hotel for the night. As I drive, I listen to my music and happily sing along the whole way back. 

Before I know it, I’m walking back into my room and my smile still hasn’t gone away. I sigh again as I put my bag down before heading to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I decide to change back into my pajama pants and as I start to pull my pants off, I hear something like a crumpling sound. 

In confusion, I put my hand in the pocket thinking it’s just my receipt from the ring, but then I remembered that I’d put it in my wallet. Still confused, I pull the small piece of paper out of my pocket and unfold it before reading over it. 

“I would really like to hang out sometime :) I think you’re really beautiful. Text me?  Maybe we can set up a time to meet up. (557)846-2694

~Colby 

I stare at it for a moment in confusion before trying to figure out if it’s real. It’s only after a few minutes that I realize this is the paper that Kat had handed him earlier on. I let out a giggle of disbelief for a moment before snapping out of my shock. 

I quickly race back out of the bathroom into my room and over to my purse. I roughly pull my phone from my purse and pull up a new text feature. It takes me a moment of staring at the phone before I think of what to say. 

“Hi 😁. Thank you for the compliment ☺️. I would absolutely love to meet up somewhere. Just let me know when you’re free and what day 😊,”  I reply and quickly hit send before I can second guess myself. 

I then wait with baited breath for his response, and when it doesn’t come right away, I decide to find something else to do until it does. So I busy myself with drawing on my iPad and do that for a solid few hours before getting bored. I turn my iPad off and sigh before grinning and deciding to play on my PS4 for a bit. 

I turn it on and the screen comes to life. I quickly toggle over to my games file and look through them. A smirk falls over my face when I see Kingdom Hearts and I make a split second decision to play it. 

Just as I get to the first cut scene of Axel eating ice cream with Roxas, my phone goes off. I quickly pause the game and pick up my phone. 

“Hey! Glad you messaged me 😁. I was a little nervous you wouldn’t. You’re very welcome for the compliment, it’s only true 😉. Cool. Would you possibly be free Friday night? 😌”  I read over his reply and blush lightly before clicking on the type box. 

“Yeah. I’m free Friday ☺️,”  I reply and immediately his next message pops up. 

“Well now you're not. I’m taking you to dinner 😉,”  I read it before giggling and shaking my head. 

“Ok. I’ll make sure it’s on my calendar 😉,”  I reply and I can’t help but grin very wide as I see the three dots pop up. 

“Great! So… what are you doing right now?” I read over it and giggle before a smirk falls over my face. 

“I may or may not be playing KH right now…” I type out and send it and again the three dots immediately pop up. 

“No way! Which one?” he asks and I giggle again. 

“Yes way. Four. I just got it about a week ago,” I tell him and it’s like I can feel his excitement when I read over his next text. 

“Dude. Four is awesome. How far are you into the game?” he asks and I laugh, shaking my head. 

“Day eight, the cut scene of Axel and Roxas getting ice cream. I haven’t really had much time to play,” I reply and smile when the dots pop up again. 

“I gotta go, but let’s talk more later,” Colby replies and I smile at the thought he wants to keep talking to me. 

“Ok. I’ll see you Friday ☺️,” I say my goodbyes with a smile on my face. 

“See you Friday 😉,” he replies and I blush when I see the winky emoji. 

Once the last text comes through, I close my phone and pick my controller back up. I press play and continue to play, but find it hard to as I can’t help but think of the upcoming Friday. That’s how my day ends, me happy playing KH which thoughts of what’s to come. 

The End…

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[redheadspark]

hiii, i’d like to request from the fluff prompt list :)

can i have azriel from acotar with #17? where reader is person A, if that would be possible!

have a wonderful day <3

A/N - GAH! I find this adorable for our bat boy! Thanks for the request, anon!

Satin

Summary - You hated your bed for being so comfortable. Azriel never minded anyhow

Warnings - Just some good ol' fashion fluff

You blamed Cassian instantly. He knew what he was doing.

On the evening of your engagement party, you were showered with love and congratulations from your "family", the Inner Circle, all of whom were beyond glad you and Azriel were finally engaged. Even High Lord Rhysand joked with the Spymaster that he was having cold feet in popping the question to you, to which you blushed and Azriel gave him a playful glare.

"I wanted to wait for the perfect time, Rhys. Not like you who likes to jump the gun, when it comes to life changing decisions,"

"Easy there, Az,"

But they were still kind and beyond supportive to you two, bringing you gifts even before the actual wedding. It was decided the wedding was going to be private and intimate, with just a handful of witnesses and the priest in attendance along the riverbed near River House. So to get gifts at your engagement party was fairly common, and the gift you got from Cassian was a bit unusual coming from him.

Satin bedsheets.

You were a bit shocked to receive the gift from the Illyrian commander, his mate and your good friend Nesta simply have her mate a playful glare as she gifted you two a trunk filled with ancient first-edition novels and books that you and Azriel both would love to read together.

"Pardon my mate, he thinks having satin sheets will be a success in a marriage," She explained to you lightly as she patted your arm.

"It worked for us, didn't it, sweetheart?" Cassian asked coyly to her, which he ducked from her hand that was aimed to smack his head.

Now, a couple of years after your wedding day, you both were in love with the satin sheets.

There was something about falling asleep in the cool and inviting touch of the sheets against your skin after a long day working in Velaris and working for the High Lord and High Lady. Azriel was working to the bone at the Illyrian training camp, passing out almost 5 times a week when he would take a shower and then fall into bed, falling asleep within seconds.

You were no better, being the Head of the Community Center and Homeless shelter and spending plenty of hours aiding the citizens of Velaris and expanding the center for more space. You were asleep within seconds too when you fell into bed, the book you were gifted from Nesta not being used for some time.

Of course in the very beginning of your marriage, you both were very much occupied in that bed in more ways than one. Ariel was entranced with you, loving on you within the sheet and never giving you a chance to catch your breath. He was always a wildcard from the moment you two met, and it was still the same in your sex life.

But your sex life evolved to domestic life with him, yet neither of your cared.

Now deep in a spring evening, you both dragged your feet back to your home after having a meeting at the River House with the Inner Circle. There were whispers about a potential threat coming from Spring Court, High Lord Tamlin was in one of his moods were mostly grumblings but nothing to take lightly.

Elaine's mate Lucien was mostly concerned since he was still connected to Tamlin after being friends and comrades in the past, and he was worried something would happen to both Night Court and Autumn Court. So it was all hands on deck at the meetings, going over scenarios and potential delegations that may need to happen. Rhysand wanted to make sure every detail was in place, so that meant it was going to be a long night.

Finally, after hours of talking and planning, Feyre sent you all home.

"Finally," Azriel groaned out as he was tripping out of his leathers and ruffled his hair. You hummed in agreement, taking off your own outfit to slip into some pajamas that were itching for you to wear.

"I thought that would never end," You commented as you threw your hair up in a messy bun and rubbed your eyes with fatigue evident in your orbs, "I think Rhsyand is a bit more paranoid these days when it comes to Velaris' safety,"

"He has the best intentions for our city and for Night Court," Azriel reasoned as he pulled down the comforter and the top sheet of the bed, running his fingers along the top of the material before he slipped in. A content sigh was on his lips from contact with the satin sheets, you chuckling as you saw him curl into the bed like a cat ready to take a nap. He eyed you with an amused look, reaching his hand out as a clear invitation for you to join him. How could you say no to him? You walked over to the side of the bed, still in your pajamas and your bare feet touching the light rug under you.

"What's on your mind, dear?" Azriel asked as you laced your fingers with his outstretched ones. He gently tugged you over to him, you kneeling on the bed and then falling into bed on your side to face him. The coolness of his dark hair in the bedroom light glow, the tan skin that was illuminated from a small amount of sweat on the surface, and his bright yet cool eyes were watching you with love and affection.

"I was thinking about how we never told them our news," You explained, Azriel briefly looking away from your eyes and down to your lower stomach, a small smirk was on his face as you went on, "I was planning on telling them tonight, but the meeting seemed a bit more important than telling them all they were going to be Aunts and Uncles in a few months,"

"Although I would have loved to see their faces with the news," Azrield commented in agreement, you then felt him wrap you in his arm and to feel him pull you down to rest your head on his chest, "Maybe Cassian would have passed out to know he was going to be an Uncle."

"But he's already an Uncle to Nyx, why should this be different?" You questioned as he was running his fingers up and down your spine with ease.

"Maybe it's because it's me," Azriel answered, "The thought of me reproducing might have scared him,"

You smacked his arm that was around you, hearing him chuckle under you with yoru ear agaisnt his heart beat. It was constant and strong, something that Azriel always was with you. He was the guiding compass when you needed it the most, and it was something that will never change when it came to his love for you.

And in a few months, a new little one will be in the mix for you two to love and guide.

"We'll tell them tomorrow at lunch," Azriel reassured you as you kissed his chest and felt sleep coming over you, you yawned and nodded at his statement, "Once we deal with this situation with Autumn and Spring Court, and then we can focus on our little one coming,"

"Deal," Youe replied, and you two were falling asleep in each other's arms with the hopes of a bright future in your dreams. You remembered turning at one moment in your sleep, on your side in front of Azriel and with his arm around you protectively with his hand on your lower belly with ease.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

[lilolilyr]

For "Being Known" (Helena writer, Myka actress): 2 and 3, 6 and/or 7 (whichever you like better, or both), and 9!

Ah, thank you! My longest Bering and Wells fic to date :D

Moodboard & header for the fic, and Here's the ask meme

2. How did you come up with the idea?

It was part of a gift exchange, and my giftee had asked for a pop culture AU, with some fusion prompts for fandoms I didn't know very well - so instead of trying to find out enough about eg Buffy the Vampire Slayer to write a fic in that world, I asked whether a celebrity AU would work, and here we are!

3. Did the idea change at all by the time the fic was complete?

I expanded my initial idea a lot - adding Steve, Leena, Artie, Caturanga, Jane and Amanda, I'm pretty sure initially it was just supposed to be HG and Myka with side characters Claudia and Pete. I don't remember exactly what the plan was and what came later, apart from having the idea of Helena's conflict about wanting to remain anonymous while being passionate about something that could bring her a lot of fame early on...I'll have to see whether I still have my initial draft somewhere and I can add it at the end of the post, I tend to write in messages on telegram and copy paste them to an ao3 draft or word doc once I start editing, so the messages should still be the original first draft.

I think I was unsure whether or not I should add an AU-ified Christina related backstory and work that into part of the reason for Helena's reluctance over fame, I had several ideas about her own childhood, her knowing a child something happened to, or actually writing Christina into her backstory... I went back and forth between Christina being a child star and Helena herself being one, I think in the end I just made Helena one because it worked better for the story though I would have liked to have more Christina backstory, but oh well, kill your darlings.

6. How did you decide what tense and POV(s)to use? / 7. How did you decide what character(s) would narrate the fic?

Honestly, I rarely decide that kind of thing consciously - I guess if you want to write something commercially there are lots of things to consider, but I write for fun and I'll write wherever my ideas bring me. Sometimes I'll notice a scene works better from a different POV and I change it, but usually it just happens one way and then it's fine to leave it as is

In this case I think I immediately knew it would mainly be Helena's POV because it's really her story I wanted to tell.

9. Did you get stuck at any point? How did you get past that?

Claudia! Hah, I mean I didn't get stuck on her, but that I used her to get past difficult scenes, giving Helena a much needed push! Especially near the end, when it comes to Helena accepting the possibility of a relationship between her and Myka.

Thank you so much for the ask! This was fun to talk about :)

.

This is my draft for the fic, the way it was written (in a messenger chat with just myself in it, as I start most fics) in one go, before making any edits at all!

You'll notice a lot of 'xx' markers - because there aren't really any words with that, it's easy to search a text for that later on, so whenever I know I still need to fix something - add a sentence, translate a word, edit bullet points into paragraph, add entire scenes - I write XX to mark it for later.

wip bering and wells author actress AU for anandabrat

Working title The Perfect Warrior

HG (former child actor turned?) writer under pseudonym hiding from fame (bc burned out from kid fame?), slowly getting back into acting, does improv for fun

Myka either star there to help 'learning' amateur actors for xxkomparsen? Or she's a newcomer and HG is back on film?

Claudia's HG's friend, Pete Myka's

ohhh what about Helena's book being verfilmt & Myka main role, HG making sure she won't be overwhelmed..

xxx

xxflashback seven months prior

"H.G., I'm coming in!"

Helena covers her head with a pillow when she hears Claudia Donovan's shouting from the backyard before a well-aimed kick against the old garden door has it fling open.

"Breaking and entering, really?" Helena's muffled voice lets Claudia know where she is. "I would have thought that petty crime is belowxx you."

"Come oooon," Claudia pulls the pillow from her face and Helena is left squinting at the sudden light. "We're going out! A friend of mine has a gallery opening, and there's bound to be a crowd of interesting people there!"

"I can't," Helena grouches. "I have to write, I still haven't finished either of those silly sequels my agents want me to work on."

"Riiight," Claudia nods, juggling the pillow between her hands. "Because that's what you were doing right now. Writing."

"Oh, cut the sarcasm." Helena growls. She is in a bad enough mood without Claudia butting in and making it worse.

"Alright then." Instead of backing down, Claudia throws the pillow onto the bed and, hands on her hips, stares Helena down. "I'll speak xxklartext. You're wasting away here, H.G.! You hate the books you're supposed to write, you refuse to write anything else either, you haven't seen any of our friends in months and now you're getting your groceries delivered so you don't even have to leave the house? That's the final straw!"

"Who snitched on me," Helena xx Leena?sbcanonordontmention

"It'll be good for you," Claudia insists. "You can dazzle everyone with your Wikipedia brain, and maybe you'll meet a xxverleger who wants to publish one of your weirder novellas. Come on, get up. get up, if not for yourself then do it for me because there's no way I'll go schmooze with the rich and famous all on my own!"

"I still cannot believe you managed to talk me into this," Helena sighs, looking at the xx and bustle around her.

"I'm up, I'm up," Helena sighs and avoidsxxausweichen Claudia's attempt to pull her from the bed by sitting up. "Alright, what exactly is this opening we're going to?"

...

Laughing, herxxfriend Claudia bumps their elbows together. "You better believe it, there's no getting out of it now! And this will be good for you! xx I'm happy for you, H.G., this is a dream come true!" She twirls around without missing a step, taking it all in.

"The fact that it makes you xxgoodposition takes no part in it, I'm sure." Helena deflects. She doesn't want to admit that Claudia is right and she is thrilled to have her characters coming to life for the big screen - nor does she want it known that, despite all the negotiations and concessions on side of the production studio, she is still afraid that she won't recognise the world she created once the movie is done. Will they do justice to the worlds of trees and cogwheels, to the unseeing creator and the warrior with the unruly hair? Will they listen to Helena when she has suggestions, will the stick to the details from the book, will it even be possible to transfer it to the new medium?

This and more goes through Helena's mind as she lets Claudia drag her along over the big parking lot and storage area, past trucks with equipment and the xxvans for cast and crew towards the xxhall.

first time sees Myka - the perfect xxcharactername warrior.

xx looks after her xx her hair xx in the wind, a sharp edge to her big brown eyes that negates anything childish about their shape, xx stepping out of the camper

xx C hey, we're not here to flirt! Can't believe I need to say that to you, you're like, the least likely person xx xx pretty girl

xx not what - I mean yes beautiful, but not what that wasabout -

xx oh /beauuutiful

xx shut up Donovan

xx later sees Myka in makeup all *sideeye* what did you do to my xxcharactername

argument - need makeup! Looks silly on camera without, different than irl!

HG: well if so, just makeup that makes it look decent with the lights and closeups, NOT that kind of obvious eye makeup, and who had the idea that a warrior in a cyberpunk dystopia would need a bold red lip? Or shaved pits?

xx Myka uncomfortable, thinks she has done something wrong, especially when sent back out in the middle of the scene, doesn't notice the argument

co-star Pete tries to comfort her

xxMyka thinks maybe this was bad idea, should quit

xx HG will Not lose my warrior!

(xx Myka in trouble

xx HG kann wen zusammenscheißen, makes sure Myka's fine)

xx from then on Helena trying to keep an eye on Myka, asks how she's dealing with the pressure, what her plans are for if she'll be famous after this project, whether she has a good agent to protect her interests, etc... (eg where u live? city apartment...

H:security? M:none?? H:myself, nature away from most people M: wish could affort...)

Myka: know you're just doing this because you think I'm a good fit for the character and you don't want it to be ruined by me quitting, but I still really appreciate

HG: what?? No, am doing this - well, would for everyone! Know how it is, when I was a kid... nevermind. But, care about you too

Myka finds out why HG is so wary about fame

go to premiere together - "don't have to hold a speech, don't even have to tell anyone who you are, but at least go as my date?"

As usual, I had a first scene instantly in my head, then started thinking quicker than I could write and had to note down bullet points so I wouldn't forget anything xD

Again, thanks for the ask :)

[luciferfemme]

"quick, hide in the closet" for the relationship prompts, if you're up for it!

YUS I was hoping someone would prompt me something! thanks friend!!! :D

this started out as just a random thing but kind of expanded into a sort of prequel for my other fic You Don't Own Me.

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Dating the Radio Demon in secret was not as glamorous as it sounded, Angel had come to learn fairly quickly. It was one thing when you were in the middle of it. Having a private lunch together, Alastor's attention all on him, or otherwise in the middle of sharing passionate kisses in his office between meetings, but with every sweet moment there was always invariably a sour note. They had agreed to keep their courtship private for practical reasons. Alastor liked his privacy, for one thing, and as he had put it, "It would look rather unethical for me to be fraternizing with one of the guests of the hotel as its co-proprieter and patron." "Ya weren't sayin' that last night," Angel had teased. Alastor had allowed this, but both of them knew that, for the time being at least, going public was a nonstarter.

Which was how Angel had found himself being shoved into a closet upon a knock sounding at Alastor's door. "Quick, hide in the closet," Alastor hissed all but using his shadows to drag Angel away as he took his seat behind his desk. "Yes yes, do come in Charlotte," he remarked.

"Sorry," Charlie said. "I know you don't like to be disturbed when your working. I just needed to talk with you about some of these requisition forms."

There were times when Alastor desperately hated his job. Thus far running the Hazbin Hotel had been less "entertaining" than the Radio Demon would have liked and far more balancing the books and trying to make sure that the damned hotel would turn a profit sometime this century. As it was Charlie was hemorrhaging money faster than one of Alastor's victims during a radio broadcast. Unlike his victims however Charlie's financial power was not entirely finite. She was the Princess of Hell after all, even Alastor's coffers had limits, and at the rate they were going the likelihood of turning a profit would be next to nil. Not that Charlie wanted to make money off the hotel, the plan had always been to keep it free, but they were going to need to start taking on donors which meant holding fundraisers, galas, black tie affairs. They had been discussing such an event for weeks now and thus far they had yet to come to an agreement on such a thing. Alastor scrubbed his face with his hands, shooting Angel an apologetic look over Charlie's shoulder from where one mismatched eye had popped out of the closet. For a loud mouthed pornstar from Brooklyn who loathed not being the center of attention nearly as much as Alastor did, Angel was the picture of discretion. Unsurprisingly, he'd already slept with half the overlord population and even though they all knew they had slept with him, none knew that the others had also slept with him. It was the most open secret in the Pentagram.

That absolutely none of them knew that Alastor even knew Angel Dust was a far better kept secret, and the two had intended to keep it that way. Even around the hotel. Alastor could only imagine two possible reactions from Charlie and neither of them boded well.

He had just about enough of all of this, and had quickly informed her that he would take a look at the forms and get back to her. He was starting to get a headache as he'd lied and he shoved her back out into the hall, exhaling a breath as he locked the door behind her.

"Phew, that was close, huh?" Angel remarked as he slipped out of the closet, wiping dust off his sleeves.

"This is becoming untenable," Alastor remarked.

"Aww, wassamatter big Daddy, playin' hide-n-seek not fun anymore?" Angel remarked.

"It's one thing to keep this up outside of the hotel, but trying to keep it under wraps in broad daylight in the hotel is proving rather exhausting. I propose a compromise, we should meet only in the evenings, loathe though I am to be forced to be apart from you more than I already am, I think we both could use the respite. Hm?"

"Whatever ya say, handsome," Angel purred. Alastor shook his head but he would allow it.

"That said, since you're here," he said beckoning Angel back over to him with a waggle of his fingers. Angel gladly slid right back into his spot in Alastor's lap, kissing him like his afterlife depended on it. So maybe it wasn't always ideal but fuck Angel wasn't about to give this up for anything. He had already given up enough of his vices, he would keep this, come Hell or high water.

[qprpbj]

do you have any tips on how to start writing fics?

the outsiders brainrot actually has me coming up with ideas and i have a desire to start writing them into actual stories but i've never written outside of class papers/assignments and i don't really know where/how to start since it's all just my own prompts and ideas and there's no grading rubric lmaoooo

like do you plan out each fic with a list first or do you just start writing about the main plot point of the chapter and fill in out of order or do you just start writing and see where it takes you... do you do any research while you're planning or pull from other authors/fics/posts or write from experience...

how do you decide when to stop writing or decide on which endings/paths/plot points to go with... the deadly combo of indecisiveness and perfectionism along with having no guidelines or due dates is crippling me so im asking some of my fav authors (who have also been inspiring me to write and be creative)

wait hi this is so sweet thank you!!! 🥹🥹 i will preface All This (sorry i yapped so much lol) by. i’ve been writing fic for like ten years and i think a lot of my old fic, while deeply cringe and awful, was all very important to getting me where i am today where i feel i can accurately get across what im trying to say!!!

first. hone your ideas!!! try to find a good niche you feel comfortable in (but also. don’t limit your creativity!!!). idk for me it’s easier to start specific and small rather than super general bc then i have Tooooo much freedom u know. i think my niche sorta across fandoms is generally softer dialogue, exploring close siblings or familial or friendship bonds an dynamics through situation, a lot of fluff, maybe a lil hurt comfort

i basically exclusively write in order! unless i get a really cool line/paragraph in my head that i write out and save for later to fit in somewhere. i usually have a like one-line idea that just Comes to me (ex. this was my entire line idea that turned into that pony getting jumped fic!)

then i’ll expand it a little more into a shitty little paragraph (ex. here’s a few!!!)

and then tbh after that i just kinda write everything in order from top to bottom from there. i wish i were more organized tbh and writing long fic/chaptered stuff is still sooo hard for me (which is why i don’t do it much yet lol) but im really trying to break out of it!! slowly we are learning!!! retaining the inspo and drive necessary to write that much is harddddd lmfao

before writing i always do have a solid idea where i want it to start and go and end though. like that ponyboy jumping fic i Knew i wanted to have pony get jumped in the opening scene, then go home, try to break down cutting his own hair, brothers come in and talk him down and it ends with talking abt johnny, even if i didn’t like. List that all out in words in a document.

definitely do research!!! espppp for outsiders bc it was like 60 years ago!!! well researched fics are soooo obviously tonally different and it’s always super obvious imo when that sort of care is put into ur writing. that fic i wrote about darry getting a panic attack was important researching bc panic attacks weren’t well known or researched or even Called panic attacks back then, so it’d be hella jarring seeing like 1967 13y/o pony whip out “you’re having a panic attack darry 🤓👆” yk lmfaoo

i SOO get the perfectionism and having no due dates thing btw. i have literally like 5 fics i’ve started and not finished in my docs rn with like 15 more ideas i wanna write someday. tbh! try to enter that Hyperfixation Zone and be really excited about what you’re making!!! helps it go by easier bc i swear sometimes i’ll write fic and it feels like pulling teeth even though it’s supposed to be fun!!!

last thing. try and find friends to bounce ideas off of and go crazy with you <3 or ppl to beta read!!! makes writing SO much easier and sm more fun having a your own lil personal cheerleader!!! if you ever need a beta id be soooo happy to read whatever you’ve got and hype u up!!! <3 i hope this helped at least a little bit LOL my writing process is kinda chaotic ngl

[thelikesofus]

"You didn't have to wait up"

steady steady

911 on Fox | Buddie | 970 Words | Canon Compliant, 6x12 Coda No this is not the five sentence it was supposed to be, it got a little out of control so ahh merry early christmas I guess xx

Read on AO3

"You didn't have to wait up." Buck says as he closes the front door behind him and toes off his shoes in the pale light of the hallway lamp.

"I know," Eddie says from the couch. He's got a mug of half cold camomile tea in his hands and a cushion in his lap as he leans back against the arm of the couch. He draws his knees up to his chest as Buck perches on the couch next to him. He looks tired but more relaxed than he did before he left earlier that afternoon. "But I wanted to make sure you got in alright."

"I have a key." Buck's mouth quirks at the corner and his eyes sparkle, and Eddie's traitorous heart skips a beat.

"Not what I meant." He says.

Buck reaches for the blanket in the basket next to the couch and offers Eddie on end of it as he draps it over his own knees. Eddie offers he his mug and Buck chuckles before accepting it and drinking what it left of Eddie's tea.

"I could have made my own."

"I know, but you just sat down."

Buck hums in response and relaxes back against the back of the couch, Eddie bravely tucks his toes under Buck's thigh and reveales in Buck touch as his hand clasps around Eddie's shin through the blanket, the now empty mug abandoned on the coffee table.

"How was Maddie?" Eddie asks quietly.

Buck's hand rubs up and down his shin and Eddie's not sure if he realizes he's doing it, the repeative motion most likely a subconscious, self soothing action. "Good. We talked, she meant well, with all the visitors and the-the meals. I guess I hadn't really thought about-. I don't know."

His hand stops and slides down onto the blanket.

"I'm sorry, by the way." Buck says and when Eddie raises a brow at him he shrugs. "For dying I guess."

Eddie is surprised by the laugh that bubbles out of him, both humorous and synical. "Wasn't your fault."

"I know but-."

""We've been here before, Buck." Eddie reaches for his hand and plays with Buck's fingers instead of meeting his gaze. "You can't control the weather. I'm just glad you're okay."

Buck relaxes and his fingers fold around Eddie's, just holding. "Me too."

They're quiet for a while, letting the soft yellow light of the hallway bulb drap over them and listening to the branches of the orange tree scratch against the window pane.

"I haven't been sleeping much." Buck whispers and Eddie squeezes his hand, prompting him to continue when he's ready. "Every time I wake up I'm scared I'm back in that place, in the dream."

Eddie runs his thumb along the bumps of Buck's knuckles.

"I wasn't scared like that today."

"What do you mean?"

"When I came here today I really wasn't planning on taking a nap on your couch but when I woke up-." Buck pulls his hand away and rubs both if his palms up his face and Eddie watching his chest expand and his shoulders rise as he takes in a deep breath. "I knew exactly where I was when I woke up, and I wasn't scared. I haven't felt like that since I got out of the hospital."

Eddie might have to go back to the cardiologist because something is definitely wrong with his heart, the way it stutters irregularly. Something in him blooms at the thought of his home being a safe place to Buck.

"You can stay here," Eddie says before he can stop himself. "For as long as you need."

Buck's smile is small and quiet. "Thanks, Eddie. I wouldn't want to hang about like a bad smell but I appreciate the offer."

"You smell just fine to me." Eddie jokes even as he feels his cheek turn pink. " I mean it Buck, you're always welcome here."

"I like being here." Buck admits quietly.

Eddie cups a hand around the ball of Buck's shoulder and squeezes until Buck looks up at him. "I like it when you're here, too."

It's Buck's turn to blush as he ducks his head bashfully and fists his hands in the blanket. Eddie can see him biting the inside of his cheek before he asks, "Can I stay here tonight?"

Eddie reaches for him with both hands. "Come here."

It takes a moment for Buck to understand what he means but eventually he leans to the side and then rotates until he is lent against Eddie's chest, curled into his side with his head on Eddie's shoulder, the both of them tucked closely together under their shared blanket.

At first, Buck is stiff and awkward with long limbs and sharp joints digging into all the softest parts of Eddie but as Eddie runs his hand up Buck's spin and slides down to lay almost flat on the couch, his head resting on the armrest, Buck relaxes into him and they slot into place like puzzle pieces.

"Get some rest, okay." Eddie says. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?" Buck whispers and his lips brush against Eddie's collarbone sending a shiver skittering across his skin, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

"Always."

Buck's hand clutches at the fabric of Eddie's t-shirt and Eddie turns his nose into his curls. In the morning they'll regret not moving to a real bed, each of them too long, too broad and on the wrong side of thirty to be sleeping together on a couch through the night. But there's a promise to having Buck held tightly in the circle of his arms, his heartbeat tapping out a rhythm against Eddie's side. Steady, sure, and alive.

The blanket is warm and the slow puffs of Buck's breath against his skin lull Eddie to sleep.

Send me the first sentence of a fic and I will write the next five-ish (or a whole fic probably)

[innocence-wont-save-you]

Logistics of Moving Off Tumblr

With Status Update 13 now complete, I'm following through on what I said before. Scene 14 and onwards will no longer be concurrently updated on Tumblr. All future live updates will instead go on the official IWSY website, and you can find the current scene under the Table of Contents.

I haven't set comments up yet, but I will get on that within the next week; I do have some code on how to implement one, but I have a lot of backend work to sort out before I'm confident about this being any sort of long term solution. If by the end of the week I haven't implemented the comment box on the current scene, you can continue to send in actions through this blog, which will stay up, or you can join the official IWSY Discord server to send your actions there. Functionally, very little should change except the fact that things aren't being live updated over here anymore. The AO3 version will receive no changes.

Additionally, this blog will likely become more of an ask blog tied to IWSY. Plot relevant asks will be marked as such, but since this is no longer being used as the gameplay interface, there's less of a need to keep things delineated. All prior rules stated still apply, don't be unpleasant etc, but honestly the shit yall did on their birthday was hilarious, so why not lmao. Would still appreciate actions being headed by a > sign so it's easier to tell who's playing and who's just sending in asks.

If you've already looked at the site, you might have noticed that the character files tab has a lot of information and also some art (drawn by Viridian!) that hasn't ever been mentioned on Tumblr. Plans to expand that have been made, I just need to find time to write stuff. Expect other additional info like that to pop up on the site, because it gives me far more control over what I display and how I display it, so if you needed extra prompting to go check that out, this is it, wink wink.

A lot of things are in flux right now, but I sincerely hope you enjoy the story enough to stick with me. If not, thank you for sticking around for as long as you did. I'm deeply grateful I've had the chance to write this story at all through all the changes its made. I'm definitely going to keep writing it, it just will look a little different from what I initially imagined, but it's for the better. All of this means so much to me.

Anyway. If no one sends asks in, this will be the last post on this blog for a long while most likely. Been nice talking to you all.

[charmspoint]

Full Foreword

(Context: I wrote a long foreword for dance with the devil but AO3 nerfed me so I'm posting it here :3)

On 30th of June 2021 I published Rabid Dreams, Neon Lights and Your Teeth on My Tongue. It was supposed to be a one shot for an exchange, one that I at first struggled to write, before suddenly managing to find my stride. And what I wrote ended up capturing my imagination so intensely and viciously that on the night I posted it, I started planning the first prequel.

It’s now 14th of June 2024.

Three years later and we are finally here.

In many ways, this fic is my child. I truly think it’s some of the best writing I’ve ever done and certainly the best, most in depth character study I’ve ever done. This fic technically has two iterations, because when I first started writing it, it was supposed to be a 10k oneshot...then a 20k oneshot...then a 70k oneshot. Faced with such a big number, I couldn’t in my right mind post it all together and expect people to read 70k incessant words of a deep au (without a ship dynamic!) so I set to separating it into chapters. To separate it into chapters each previous section of the oneshot had to be rounded into a story that could stand as a chapter, and then of course there were some things I ended up not liking about certain arcs so I changed them, expanded them, shifted the character roles around, gave certain characters more screen time and more impact and well...you can expect to read about 101k words once this fic is fully finished. Just of this. Just of the prequel from Satoru’s POV. It’s hands down the biggest thing I’ve ever written and the big word count is one of the reasons this took so long. The other reason is that I wanted to have a weekly posting schedule. Currently, all chapters save from last two have been fully written, beta read and edited. I’m confident I can give you a regular posting schedule every Friday around this time.

Now for some dedications.

Firstly, this fic is dedicated to Sesshom0ru, who originated the initial prompt that fired off the oneshot and then this fic right after it. Thank you for patiently waiting for the prequel that was promised to you three years ago lmao!

Secondly, this fic is dedicated to Frappe. I met Frappe when she did art for CotA and we became very good friends, so much so that she was quickly wrapped up into the production of this fic. Frappe was going to draw the cover for this fic as well as spot art for each chapter. We were both very excited about it and talked about it constantly and some of that art, especially the cover which is completely stunning, does exist. But unfortunately, Frappe fell out of contact almost two years ago. I don’t know what happened to her but I hope it’s nothing bad. I hope life was just life and she got carried away with it, I still hope I see her discord avatar pop up in my dms again. Out of respect for Frappe I won’t be posting any of the art she had made for the fic, but this fic is still dedicated to her and I hope that one day she still gets to read it. This is for you Frappe, thank you for loving my boys as much as I did <3.

Thirdly, and most importantly, this fic is dedicated to Ker, my beta reader. If there are readers here who had read multiple of my fics, they are probably familiar with Ker’s name. Ker beta reads most of my big projects and most of the little ones that I think are really good. The reason you might have been seeing less of their name pop up in current projects is because I had them sat and beta reading 18 chapters for this crazy fic. And they did such a wonderful job with it too. I honestly couldn’t ask for a better beta reader if I tried, couldn’t find one if I searched the whole internet for them. Ker brings such incredible love and attention to detail to beta reading and editing my fics. I’ve had a fair number of people edit my fics, but only Ker does it with such care and attentiveness. I often say, me and Ker, we are coparents of this fic. It’s theirs as much as it’s mine. They not only beta read it, but also listened to my endless rants about it, encouraged me when I had doubts and cheered me on when I did something well. They don’t just point out grammar mistakes, they carefully go through the chapter and point out where things don’t flow well, when scenes should be expanded, when things should be better explained. They also react with a lot of baby emojis to Satoru’s antics. I have taken to referring to Satoru as Ker’s son whenever he’s doing something stupid. I cannot overstate how much Ker does and has done for this fic. They truly, honestly make me a better writer, not content with just correcting my grammar and then patting my back, but constantly challenging me to do better, to develop more, to surprise them again. I cannot overstate how important Ker is to my writing process and to me personally. This is why this might sound like someone endlessly gushing about their spouse, lmao. But they do deserve it. They stuck with my crazy, violent little story from beginning to the end and are already at the next starting line, eager for more. Ker is the best beta reader I could ask for, my loudest cheerleader and my most beloved. Thank you darling, for being you, you’re irreplaceable to me <3

It might seem silly to have such a long starting note on a silly little gang au fic of a manga that has almost run its course. But this fic took three years to make. A lot of love was put into it, a lot of energy and effort. I hope you all enjoy it and love it as much I do.

[rocknrollsalad]

STWG Daily Prompt (Nov 10) - "I can explain..."

❤️ pairing(s): clarkson (implied steddie)

🧡 Wayne tries to have a quiet night in with Scott and Eddie, as usual, has other plans for them.

💛 content/trigger warnings: implied period typical homophobia (internal), concussions, injury treating

💚 word count: 2500

💙 Wayne Munson is a lot of things. Hardworking, caring, smarter than he looks, and incredibly private. Something life in the trailer park doesn’t always afford him, people keep track of the comings and goings around them and don’t mind coming over with a barely warmed frozen pie to find out why there’s a new car parked out in front of Wayne’s trailer. 

That curiosity doesn’t mix with the reason the car is there, something best kept off other’s lips but Wayne doesn’t have the heart to ask Scott to park somewhere else or suggest they go to his place instead. Surely Wayne’s old truck would stick out like a sore thumb in Scott’s neighborhood and old ladies are busy regardless of their tax bracket.

Not that he’s doing anything with Scott he should be ashamed of. Not anymore, at least. The evening plans consisted of Bonanza reruns, cheap wine, and stealing the root beer Bottle Caps before Scott noticed. A night so unremarkably like any other even the gossipy of church ladies couldn’t find anything to say. 

See, privacy was limited. Bartered and scheduled during Eddie’s shifts at work or bribing him to take friends to the movies. There was the occasional out of town trip now that his friend group had expanded but there was always an end to the empty trailer. To the privacy that a man Wayne’s age should have with ease. 

Instead, his bedroom folded out into the central room. He slept with his head mere feet from the front door which had proved useful more times than Wayne wanted to admit. Especially now as it was the biggest fault in this layout. 

There’d always be a room for Eddie. Wayne didn’t care if the boy was forty-five, he’d still clear a space and welcome him back in and, truthfully, Wayne thought his days of courting someone were long past. This wasn’t a problem he was meant to have and yet he watched the clock. Eddie’s shift ended five minutes ago. By the next commercial break, he’d be pulling in, talking about everything under the sun, and taking half the food out of the fridge. 

Meaning there was a respectable distance between him and Scott on the couch, not quite sitting on opposite ends but no longer sitting together. However, three commercial breaks came and went, a bathroom break and a little wander around to move joints that didn’t like to sit still for long periods of time, and a quick trip outside to smoke a cigarette because the smoke made Scott sneeze and not at all to watch down the road for familiar headlights all came and went. No Eddie. 

And so Scott moved closer. It was always Scott and for that Wayne was thankful. Too out of practice to make moves on his own, Scott picked up the slack. He was now passing over the coveted root beer candies and pointing out the historical inaccuracies of a bunch of men on a sound stage. 

Enough time passed, and Wayne stopped watching the clock. Eddie had probably gone out with friends and forgot to call. The lecture could wait until the morning but Eddie was old enough to take care of himself, Wayne kept alert enough to answer the call from the cops should it come but beyond that relaxed into an Eddie-free night. Something he shouldn’t be celebrating but as Scott stretched out across the couch, laying his head on Wayne’s leg, it was hard not to. 

The wine had done this. It always did and Wayne would tell him every time “It’s going to knock you out, take it easy,” and every time Scott would come up with some reason it wouldn’t. He’d had a big lunch, the sun was still shining, and he was really enjoying this movie. An answer for everything and every time it ended this way. 

Wayne couldn’t find a complaint to utter though and carried on watching the Cartwrights do their thing. When the corrections stalled and Scott gave up on most midsentence, Wayne eased the man’s glasses off and folded them gently on the table beside him. The protests that followed were from a script, these were the same every time and easily silenced. 

By the time he clicked over to the nightly news and nothing came from his nephew, Wayne decided they had the trailer to themselves tonight. And while he should have done so many things, turn off the lights, have another cigarette, lock the door, he didn’t want to risk waking the snoring science teacher. 

If they were going to do this, sneak around and date outside the prying eyes of everyone like some teenagers, Wayne could give into a bit of those childish wants. Everything didn’t have to be old man Munson. 

Rather than get up, leave Scott to the couch and the good blanket to go off to his bed, Wayne shifted slowly, carefully, until he was lying behind Scott. Propping his head on the arm of the couch, Wayne watched the reporters talk about the events of the day and enjoyed the warmth of lying with someone else. It almost felt too indulgent, like he was only allowed a little bit of this. 

Instead, Wayne drifted off as well. An arm over Scott, nestled close. It was one of life’s simple pleasures, surely. Sunsets, hitting all green lights, and cuddling next to someone, it was all magical in a way Wayne had forgotten. Being close enough to smell shampoo, to feel the rise and fall of his chest, and to know he felt safe enough to be here. Wayne was a lucky guy. 

He had no idea how long he’d been laying there, the TV station had gone off the air and the static image mixed with the one good street lamp outside. Eddie’s silhouette was in the door that he’d just slammed into the wall. Wayne wasn’t sure if the sound woke him or the need to yell at Eddie for the hole they couldn’t even repair anymore. 

Before Wayne could settle on an answer, he remembered where he was and scrambled to sit up. Shoving Scott’s feet out of the way, Wayne sat bolt straight like a sergeant was here for bed inspection. 

At about the same time, the sight of Eddie came into focus. There were leaves in his hair which seemed a little wilder than usual. His eye was swollen, surely on its way to blackening, and his clothes were ripped in a few new spots. 

That sight and not the embarrassment had Wayne on his feet. Eddie took the words Wayne was about to speak and held his hands up. “I can explain.” 

“It better be a good one,” Wayne warned, peering out the still-opened door to check on Eddie’s van or if he’d been followed. 

Somewhere behind him, Scott groaned and sat up. It was Eddie’s turn to peer around, judging just slightly. They were too similar sometimes and this was the last moment Wayne wanted to be putting that together. 

“Okay, so you know Steve’s best friend? Robin?” 

Wayne shook his head. He barely remembered half the stuff Eddie said about Steve. Though in Wayne’s defense, it was a lot. Somehow the kid had replaced Lord of the Rings as the constant topic of conversation and Wayne wasn’t sure if it was an improvement. 

“You’ve met her several times. Several. It’s not important. She’s got this possum that’s like living under her porch and…” 

There was a bit of relief in the way Wayne relaxed but mostly it was regret. For asking, for not knowing better, or for thinking Eddie had been in a fight, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was all of it. He knew at this moment, shenanigans should have been expected. 

For the first time, Wayne looked to Scott. Both to see if he’d commiserate and if he was okay. He looked asleep still, just sitting up. No help there. Reluctantly, Wayne looked back to Eddie to hear the rest of this tale. 

“...so I’m under the porch and I think I got a handle on this bastard, right? I’m gonna get him out of there except we didn’t really, like, check gender or whatever. I don’t even know why we thought he was a guy. Robin named him Jeremy and Steve and me rolled with it. Anyway, Jeremy had several babies he was protective of.” 

Ages ago, Eddie set the bar for weird. Telling a story about how he’d broken his arm, he was all of ten and it had something to do with a book Wayne couldn’t remember, a pile of rocks, and several "dragons". It was all very…Eddie. Something that said the next generation was certainly different. But this seemed to raise the bar. It was going to take a bit more to pass this one than Wayne wanted to live through. 

“I hate that I have to ask this question, kid, but did the possum give you a black eye?” 

“No. You’d think that, right, but their cute little hands aren’t that strong. I punched myself trying to bat Jeremy away. It was so cramped under there, there wasn’t a lot of room to swing around I guess and I got myself.” 

“Naturally.” 

“Jeremy is still there, we didn’t get him out but Robin said I couldn’t stay at her house. Her parents have rules about boys and sleepovers they’ve been trying to get them to relax about for ages but me and Steve had to leave. I slammed my head pretty good, so they didn’t think I should be alone. Y’know, in case I had a concussion or something.” 

“Why didn’t you stay with Steve?” 

“I’m injured, uncle, and you’re trying to kick me out of my house? My home?” Eddie flawlessly switched on a pout he’d perfected about the same time he’d mastered getting himself into bizarre situations. Though it was worse with the one eye swollen shut. 

Wayne grumbled but walked off to the kitchen, grabbing the bag of peas and carrots. The label was wearing off and Wayne thought they should probably replace these. At some point, they had to be harboring new life forms in there for as many times as it had been thawed and refrozen. 

“Go sit in my chair,” Wayne said, slapping the bag to Eddie’s chest and heading over to click the lamp on so he could get a better look at the boy. Trying to figure out what to say to Eddie who looked like he went toe to toe with a biker gang but it was nothing more than his own clumsiness and desire to cheat death. 

Eddie skipped over to the chair he usually wasn’t allowed to sit in. Only when hurt or sick. Just because he was in his twenties didn’t mean traditions had to go. It obviously still worked as Eddie plopped into the chair with every ounce of disrespect and pride he had. 

Wayne waved his hand to remind Eddie where the veggies were meant to go. Instead, Eddie sat there with that shit-eating grin he was too good at. Something that decidedly Munson. Wayne’s dad had the same Chesire grin. He was sure his grandpa did and all the other branches of the family tree. 

“How’s it going, Mr. Clarke?” Eddie said, returning to pathetic and wounded. 

Scott opened his mouth but the rebuttal fell flat, he sighed and crumpled. Too tired to be clever and it had Wayne flashing a warning to Eddie. 

“I got in a fight with a possum,” Eddie said, not needing Scott’s participation in this. 

However, he got it. “Looks like the possum won,” Scott grumbled. 

Eddie’s eyes shot to Wayne like he was going to stop that and not stand there laughing. It was deserved and true so there was little Wayne was going to do. Other than laugh.  

“You wanna keep playing or should we check this out,” Wayne said, comfortable in the newfound smugness Scott allowed him. 

With a heaving sigh, Eddie nodded. Wayne bent down and had Eddie track his finger, watching for any bouncing or inability to follow. Everything looked good, he wasn’t out of the woods but at least it wasn’t a trip to the ER. Those cost too much. 

“You’re supposed to use a flashlight,” Scott said, scrubbing his face. He stood up and put his hand on Wayne’s back and continued the same way he’d been talking about cowboy inaccuracies. Wayne was not smart enough for a guy like this. “I don’t know what you were checking but we need to check his pupils. He walked over just fine though.” 

“You suggesting we give him a field sobriety test?” Wayne looked at Scott, shoulders shaking in silent laughter. 

“It’d work. We wanna see if he’s off balance or easily confused. If he could do his alphabet backward, I think we’d know plenty.” 

“I’m not drunk,” Eddie protested.

“No one said you were. It might be a piece of the story you wanna embellish in later retellings. If you couldn’t figure out how to get through the alphabet though, it’d be a cause for alarm. But we could start making a bunch of noise and see if it bothers you, that’s also a symptom.” 

“Is this…where did this guy come from?” Wayne whispered. 

“That’s Mr. Clarke,” Eddie said. 

It shouldn’t have been the answer it was but Scott was using his teacher voice on them. He likely had to develop a bit of sarcasm or permanent exasperation to deal with middle schoolers all day. Wayne liked the spunk, though. A pleasant change. Except for the part where half-awake Scott defaulted to his teacher role. The man likely needed a vacation but who didn't? Who could afford one? 

“Alright, let's try a flashlight then,” Wayne said. Not wanting to get into all that with Eddie in the conversation. 

“The smaller the better.” 

Wayne went rummaging through the junk drawer to find it and the three of them worked to make sure Eddie was okay. All of Scott’s tests proved the same thing Wayne’s did but they decided to keep an eye on him anyway. 

Finding a channel that hadn’t gone off air, they watched some B-movie in black and white. Scott and Wayne took opposite ends of the couch, Eddie thawing peas and carrots against his cheek in Wayne's chair. Wayne tried not to mourn what he’d lost, especially while watching over his injured nephew, and decided to enjoy the fact that he didn’t have to explain a thing about what was going on. Somehow they'd become the teenagers in this situation and they escaped getting caught.  

Nothing about the night had gone as planned and Wayne wasn’t sure that was a good thing. He might have to get over his problems with the cute little suburb Scott lived in because there weren’t any kids running around that house and what Wayne wouldn’t give to repeat tonight without the interruption. 

[kristeristerin]

Taylor Swift ‘Mine’ with Eris Vanserra pls?

AN: Thank you for the prompt! This is one I might actually save and expand into something longer one day! I love the idea of them slowly falling in love <3

I hope you like it!

As always asks are open for prompts!

Song: Mine

Pairing: Reader X Eris

Content Warning: None

Words: 641

You’d never been more grateful to have a secluded cottage outside of town than you were at that moment. “Fine Eris,” you screamed behind you as you stormed out, “If this is how it is to be then I never want to see you again!” When the door slammed you took a moment to catch your breath, before pivoting and stomping your way into the dark forest.

The tears started the moment you sat in the soft grass beside the river, and soon you found your body wracked with sobs. You couldn’t believe that you had trusted him. You had made such a large place for Eris in your home, in your heart, that you knew your life would never be the same without him.

Things had started rocky between you and the Autumn Court heir nearly a year ago. You had been working in a small cafe in town when he stopped for lunch. You had thought him stuck up and insufferable, and he thought you to be nothing more than a simpering commonfolk. It wasn’t until he’d attended the festival in your village that the two of you had seen how wrong your initial assumptions had been.

The relationship had begun purely physically for both of you. You had been looking for a distraction from village life, and he had been looking for somewhere he could relax and be more than the High Lord’s son for a little while. Though you could pinpoint the exact moment you began to truly feel more for him. You had been sitting in the exact spot you are now and he had held you while you both opened up.

That night you had both spoken about your childhoods and your dreams. You had begun to fall for him then. Perhaps that’s why it hurt so much when he showed up tonight and started talking about an engagement. It was at that moment that you realized he is it for you. You're in love with Eris Vanserra.

It’s only a few minutes later when you hear boots coming through the underbrush. He quietly sits down beside you and pulls you into him.

“I thought I told you to leave?” You weakly mumble.

He chuckles softly beside you, “I’ve never been particularly good at following directions, Love.”

The term of endearment causes a new round of tears, and you tremble in an attempt to hold back your sobs. His grip on you tightens and he begins to rub lazy circles on your back.

“Shhh,” he leans his forehead against the side of your head, “It’s ok baby. I am here, I will always be here. I don’t care what my father says. I am not marrying anyone else. I will come up with a plan, I swear it. I love you.”

In an instant, you go quiet, and you pull away to look him in the eyes. Your voice is hoarse when you ask, “What did you say?”

His eyes are wide as if he couldn’t believe the words that had come out of his mouth, but a moment later he grins at you. “I believe I just said that I love you, Y/N. You know, I’ve known for a while now.” He shakes his head, “Meeting you did something to me. You made me want to be the best version of myself so maybe I could deserve just a fraction of what you were willing to give me. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and it scares me. But I am much too selfish to stay away.”

Your bottom lip quivers as you look into his eyes. For the first time, you have hope for a real future for the two of you. “Then don’t stay away, Eris. We will figure it all out eventually. I love you too.”

[silusvesuius]

Just 2 expand on what you posted abt telvas gf/bf what kind of person would he be into? Would it b different the stuff he’s attracted 2 in a guy vs a girl orrrr … Ps I luvvvv ur nelvas stuff. Ur so rite & u must speak the truth 🫶 also would neloth react diff to him having a bf 2 a gf …. The ppl want answers

omg Thank you 4 this ask 🥰 my thoughtums under the cut

hmmmm this is very much in the nelvas lens 🔎 but i can't help it cause i swearrrr their existences blend into each other. so here's wat i think i believe talvas under nelothian watch would grow to want to be coddled and pitied by ... Women 🙆‍♀️ very gentle and patient women that he can view as very motherly. Where are his parents man if i was his age and being thrown around like a pizza by an old ass man i'd be crying so hard i'd want to go back home stat. i can't even picture talvas having fun ever in his life anymore so..... JKUIUDFDOFIOR i couldn't say it'd be someone that's on the same wave as him or is trying to change him into a more confident person.. he'd just want to be pitied a lot. but as i said not in the way that this pampering behavior would prompt him to realize he's being harshly mistreated by neloth, it just serves as empty words to soothe him and his Damaged Dead Decapitated self confidence and self perception 😸 as 4 men my first instinct is to say he;d like older guys but that's too obvious. but yeah. i think talvas has the most awful social battery so he hates loud or 'fun' people so he'd lean on men that are either very ' ' gentlemanly ' ' or generally Smart and have something interesting to say. it'd be harder for him to hold long-lasting relationships with dudes cause the only Dude his life revolves around is masta neloff 🏆 he'd feel a bit bad or awkward about leaving women tho just cause he's a nice boy. tho the thing that stays in both male and female dating ventures is him being unable to feel real love towards anyone. or should i say attachment. && i bet it makes him SAD. but he can't do anything about it. he's superglue'd to neloth in attachment terms tho.. talvas with him is the personification of that 'when the only person you know at the party is busy talking to someone else (guy standing awkwardly on the side)' thing.. his unability to get actually close with others just has to be blamed on neloth ruining his self image too. You know neloth will get pissed at his tea not being hot enough and then insult your entire existence he dgaf about making things really personal for no reason . KING.

First of all tho iiiiii jsut know talvas would NEVER tell neloth that he's seeing anyone. 1. cause it's none of his business 2. cause he's embarrassed about it. he doesn't just date often anyways so neloth doesn't have to know, not that a noticable change happens. if neloth found out about any relationship at any point he'd get nosy as faaaack for no reason even if he'd try to not be. Nosy. he can't help it 🥳 if he asks talvas what plans he has for the day && he answers 'none' like 3 days in a row he's gonna start yelling in his face like THAT'S HOW I KNOW YOUR STUPID ASS GIRLFRIEND DUMPED YOU YOU DEGENERATE WHAT FEMALE WANTS A BORING DRY AF FAILURE FOR A MANDon't ask me how i know u have a girlfriend though :) you were saying?

Second, as for his differing reactions, yk his blood is boiling and cooking him from the inside if it's a man. i think him witnessing other men have influence on talvas would just make him feel like talvas is being 'tainted' (by the wrong people..?) and put in a wrong direction for his life (neloth views talvas' relationships to men only as him being lead or tutored by them in one way or another; he expects him as a younger man Only to look up to ONLY other men if that makes sense). he'd be more intrusive and maybe homophobic for talvas' man-on-man dating just cus he thinks he actually owns talvas and he can't and shouldn't have other (especially older) men in his vicinity.. with women he'd just get mad @ them being very lovey dovey to talvas like to a baby. imagine just living your life and some old ass man starts grilling you about how you shouldn't coddle men and especially that dude you've been seeing cause he did nothing to earn it . also he just hates women in general, especially the type talvas would like.. women that are just kind from the heart and Angelic are useless beings to him. even then i still know he'd be a big fan of purity and kindness in a way.. like something he wants to study... he's not necessarily attracted to those traits but likes seeing how they come to the surface when someone with that docile nature is confronted with vile behavior... so like.. Talvas. 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅 that's it pretty much 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

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‧₊˚.𖥔 dni ⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ

hard kinks , r4peplay / cnc , women , fem-aligned , minors , ageless or empty page , chasers , fujoshi , ed blogs , people interested in flirting with me / sexting / relationship

all of these are insta-block on interaction (like, follow, reblog etc.) .ᐟ

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‧₊˚.𖥔 kinks ⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ

"yes .ᐟ" ★.˚𖦹｡⋆

praise/degradation , dacryphilia , somno , overstimulation , desperation , begging , light bondage , creampies , breeding (no preg) , biting , petplay (some aspects not all) , marking , orgasm control/denial , royalty , vampirism , cockwarming , possession , soft objectification (i am literally a doll lol) , free use (in specific contexts) , manhandling/wrestling

( may add more later .ᐟ )

"no .ᐟ" ★.˚𖦹｡⋆

any hard or violent kinks , non-con , dub-con , drugging , omorashi/piss cnc , rapeplay , detrans , misgendering , torture , scat , gore , impact (receiving) , inflation , incest , vomit , hypno , gangbang/threesome/polyamory , primal , anything dead dove/taboo , any usage of "daddy" regardless of ddlb/g involvement.

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‧₊˚.𖥔 terms ⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ

terms/ names i enjoy and am likely to use in my posts .ᐟ

- your highness

- (my) prince

- pretty boy

- good boy

- cuntboy

- slut

- (stupid/pretty) mutt

- (stupid/pretty) dog

- (sex) doll

- (sex) toy

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‧₊˚.𖥔 asks ⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ

my rules for asks are fairly simple and i love answering questions .ᐟ

yes .ᐟ ★.˚𖦹｡⋆

ask questions about my blog or me , request specific writings or share ideas , ask my opinion or input on certain kinks or scenes (i enjoy learning about new things so pls share your favorites!) , ask for longer writings or for me to expand on a previous post

hmm.. ★.˚𖦹｡⋆

ask to promote your blog (i gotta check it out first but usually yes!!!) .

no .ᐟ ★.˚𖦹｡⋆

ask for me to post photos of myself publicly or share privately , ask for onlyfans or other social medias , sending r4pe threats or any threats of physical or sexual abuse . not cool dude.

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i highly doubt anyone has scrolled this far but hello!!!! hi!!!! thank you for checking my blog out!!! it means a lot to me!! so here's a super secret code word you can send in my asks for a free mini fic of your choosing !! just send " pocketwatch " and include a prompt or suggestion and i'll do what i can!!

my posts are light hearted nsfw writings both short and long form (when i get the time lol). i won't post any violent kinks or scenarios so you're safe with me here !! my posts are very in-the-moment and occasionally sappy and romantic because i don't see alot of that stuff!!! so i've taken matters into my own hands !! i don't take things to seriously here so i may often re/post stupid things or cute photos as well since this is my only account currently! (my last FOUR. accounts have been deleted so i refuse to leave this one sigh) (i may eventually start a sideblog for aesthetics or fandom things though!!!!! but we'll see!!)

i really do hope you enjoy reading ! i always love feedback on what you think or any ideas you'd want me to ramble about (i do love talking lol) my ask box is always open and i'd be grateful if you left any fun concepts , silly messages , or just a "hey i like your posts!" i do have some limits on what i will write but if you're unsure then don't be afraid to message me or drop it in anyways and ill always reply !! im very friendly don't be scared i don't bite (my posts say otherwise but i promise i wont bite you guys).

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[jazzythursday]

Tagged by @aphroditestummyrolls for belated end of the year questions. Thanks for thinking of me! 🥹💖

Tagging @stormkpr @waterloou @sparrowmoth @its-tortle if you feel so inclined

What is your favourite thing you created?

I’m going with Cutting Loses for this one, because it’s the first wesper thing I posted on ao3 and the fic I go back to reread the most. It’s also a really solid example of my favourite way to write Wylan’s inner monologue and characterisation.

Which work are you proudest of?

Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit—My baby, my child, my 40k love letter to wesper. And I am so so close to finishing it!

Is there anything you are proud of that you achieved this year?

For writing, I’m really proud that I completed all the wesper week prompts earlier in the year. I loved participating and I feel like it helped a lot in developing my writing.

And something I’m proud of outside of writing—I’ve always had a really hard time meeting people through fandom, but finding mutuals on here through wesper and talking to so many wonderful people on discord is something I’m so proud of getting to experience. (And Mutuals reading this, just know that you make my little corner of the internet so much brighter, and even though I’m not the best at reaching out I’m always happy to chat abt anything 💖)

Did you explore anything new this year? (A new way to be creative, a trope you didn’t write before, or an idea you hadn’t thought of earlier, etc.)

Writing Wylan and Jesper as neurodivergent—and exploring my own nurodivergence through writing—is completely new to me, but it’s something that I’ve really enjoyed and want to continue this year!

Which work gave you the most difficulty?

The 4th chapter of Everyday has been a big challenge, I think just because I had a clearer direction for the first three and I always knew where I was going. Because 4th is after the original arc I planned, it’s been harder to nail down what I want out of it. I kept fighting on myself about which sections were too long and what needed more, and feeling too tired/busy/stressed to make decisions about it before winter break.

What was your biggest creative challenge this year?

Probably not letting perfectionism and low self esteem stop me from writing? Getting myself to actually write, and then edit, and actually post things—feeling like my writing is actually worth beta-ing and caring about as much as I do, etc. I go through periods sometimes of not being able to even look at my drafts without feeling overwhelmed, and so not falling off the wagon completely even through my accidental hiatus the last few months has been a real challenge.

Which work brought you the most joy?

Hmm. As far as fics go I want to say it’s Everyday? Buts it’s also brought me the most stress lol. I think what’s really brought me the most joy is just talking to people about my fics. Getting feedback on ao3 and on all the drabbles I’ve posted on tumblr throughout the year.

Which of your works do you think people should check out?

All of them if they want to! But Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit, Cutting Losses, I Need to Leave (Please Stay), and Careless is The Fall are all personal faves of mine.

Do you have creative plans for next year? Is there anything exciting you’re currently working on?

SO MANY (if I can find the time and energy) that I’m really excited to get to! Even once I post the last chapter of Everyday, there’s still so many moments and scenes and ideas from it that I’ve wanted to expand into one shots. To name a few: an expanded scene from the end of ch 2, Jesper’s pov of some of ch 3, and an outsider pov with the bookkeeper from ch 1 (he has a name and his husband has a name and they both have backstories 🤗)

There are also still a lot of wips in my docs that I’ve been neglecting. The wylan whump fic, jealous jesper, multiple post-ck things, jesper character study, and so many more.

Lastly, any words of wisdom or anything else you would like to share?

Write what you want to read, and chances are that it will find other people who will be so happy you wrote it.