#this is an old ass prompt so if you're like “???? i don't fucking remember sending this” that would be wy

[blucifer08]

Prompt: you came back?

Doing my fun little thing where I write around 300 words in the ask box to get the writing juices flowing instead of sitting on prompts >.>;;;; anyways! Azem x elidibus this time ---------------------------------------

"You came back?" Erasmia's voice is slightly hoarse, her throat parched from sobbing for what felt like a decade.

"Of course I did." Themis steps carefully into the small apartment room. He takes care that the door is silent when it closes, taking his time before slowly stepping over to where Erasmia sits. She sits on the floor in the very middle of her disheveled bedroom, hugging her knees tight to her chest.

He slowly kneels down, revealing a small paper bag hanging off of his left arm. He gives her a reassuring smile before letting it slide off his arm and rest on the floor.

"You shouldn't have come back." Erasmia turns her head to the side, casting her gaze away from him. She hears him chuckle.

"'You shouldn't have come back.'" He mocks her, pulling out a small box from the bag. He pulls off the top with his fingers to reveal a slice of chocolate cake, topped with a bit of swirled frosting. He digs back in the bag for a moment before retrieving a small fork. "Words weren't getting through to you. I thought maybe something like this might do well to lift your spirits."

Erasmia eyes the cake for a second, then her eye flickers up to his face. "You're here to bribe me out of being sad?"

"Bribe? No. But I see," He flips the fork around in his fingers until it's ready for use. "If you don't want it, then I won't let it go to waste." He plucks a bite of cake with the small fork and takes a bite, exaggerating his facial expressions to drive home how good the choclate treat really is.

"Hmph." Erasmia wipes tears from her face. She'd been crying for some time now, grappling with her self worth here in her bedroom. Themis had given her as many words as he could to try and help her feel better, but it had all been for naught. But the cake... certainly was enticing. She steels her resolve however, and crosses her arms in firm rejection of the treat.

He waves a piece of chocolate near her face, hoping her nose catches the smell. "You really don't want even a bite?" He raises an eyebrow. "I know you do, Erasmia. Don't be like this." He giggles.

Erasmia isn't obsessed with sweets like some people she knows. But perhaps the salt of her tears has her craving something sweet for a change. All of a sudden she turns her head and steals the bite of cake with her mouth. He looks pleased to see it.

"There." He nods, and offers her the rest of the treat. She takes it, gently tipping her head in thanks before taking another bite.

"Sometimes when words can't reach a person, I suppose food will do." He chuckles. "You feel better, don't you?"

Erasmia hates to admit it..

"Yeah." She does, anyways.

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello

So i was thinking of 16 and 3 with 80s jason

this was such a fun request to write and i'm honestly in love with jason on this. hope you enjoy reading it, love <3

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jason newsted x reader │ word count: 3,1k

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?" "Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle. "You need to pick your partners better." "Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. 

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, protected sex (yay), oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled your bedroom as it valiantly battled the stifling summer heat with a gentle breeze. You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the open magazine and glancing over at your best friend sprawled out on your rug, absorbed in your Atari video game.

You and Jason had been buddies since high school. You actually met him through your brother - they were in a band together for a bit before your brother bailed to help out your dad with the family business. But even after that, Jason just became a regular fixture around your place.

It was pretty common for the two of you to hang out in your room all day, reading comics, watching movies, or playing games together. Jason was a solid friend - he was chill, funny, and always looked out for you. It felt like he was practically part of the family by now. Your parents and your brother loved having him around, and you couldn't deny you felt the same way.

"What's with the sigh?" Jason asked, and you blinked, glancing down at him to see he'd paused his game, resting his arms on your mattress as he peered up at you, a mop of brown curls framing his face.

"What sigh?" you frowned, and he rolled his eyes.

"You just sighed. The upset kind of sigh," he explained, and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, maybe after years of hanging out, Jason could read you like a book. It wasn't exactly news, but it still caught you off guard sometimes, how effortlessly tuned in he could be.

"It's nothing," you replied, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. You blushed, shifting your gaze back to your magazine.

"Come on," he nudged your arm, and you huffed, glancing back at him. "I can tell when you're upset. What's up?"

"I'm not upset," you retorted. "Just... Ugh, fine. You remember that guy Flint?"

"That jerk Flint Jones?" Jason snorted, and you chuckled.

"Yeah, well, we went on a date yesterday."

"Damn, sweetheart," he laughed. "No wonder you're feeling some kinda way."

"Oh, shut up," you playfully nudged his head with your foot, and he snorted, grabbing your ankle and moving your foot away from his head. "He's hot, okay? But it's all surface. We went back to his van afterwards and... Well, it was terrible."

"Did he hurt you or anything? You want me to kick his ass?" he asked, suddenly serious, and you laughed.

"Unless you think he deserves a beatdown for having the smallest dick ever," you replied, and Jason snorted, blushing. "Nah, it's all good. It's just the same old story, you know? He just wanted a quick fuck, but he was all about himself. So I bounced," you paused, frowning. "...And then he had the nerve to call me today just to say I’m a bitch."

"Wait till your brother finds out about this," Jason whispered, menacingly. 

"Oh, hell no, you're not telling him. I don't need my brother getting all up in my business. As far as he's concerned, I'm still as innocent as they come," you chuckled, then grimaced. "I mean, it's not that far off. I've only been with three guys, but every time it's like, why did I even bother?"

"It was that terrible, huh?" he asked, gently, propping his chin in his hand, and you nodded.

"Sorry. Too much information?" you grinned, a bit shyly, and he returned the smile.

"Not at all. You know you can tell me anything. Even about your awful sex li... Ow!" he laughed as you swiftly left your sitting position to kneel down, giving his head a playful shove before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shut up, Newsted. Just 'cause you're getting lucky doesn't mean you can rag on my sex life."

"Who said I'm getting lucky?" he chuckled, blushing a bit, and you rolled your eyes.

"Are you serious? I don't know what you did to her, but my friend Carol won't shut up about how amazing your night was. Like I wanted to hear all the details!" you exclaimed. Jason laughed.

“I could show you what I did to her,” he blurted out. You froze, raising your eyebrows at him. "Uh, I mean... You said you've never had a good fuck, so I thought maybe I could..." Jason trailed off, his words stumbling out awkwardly. "I just thought... Maybe if you had a decent one... Okay, forget it, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's cool," you replied hastily. Sure, you hadn't exactly fantasized about getting down with Jason, but you couldn't deny he had his charms, muscular arms and toned body matching the most beautiful wavy hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. Plus, you were sick of your own lackluster experiences and the hassle of trying to score in this town. There was just one hitch: you didn't want things to get weird between you two. Your friendship was cool, the coolest kind there was — you could count on Jason for everything, and he could count on you as well. You didn’t want this to change. “It’s just… Won’t that make things awkward?”

“It doesn’t have to. We’re friends, right?” Jason answered, shifting to sit beside you on the bed with a soft grunt. "I mean, if you're gonna dive into this, might as well do it with someone you trust. Better than messing around with Flint Jones," he joked, and you laughed along.

"You're such a dummy," you teased, feeling your cheeks warm as he inched closer, his hand finding its way to your cheek. “What the hell are you doing, Newsted?”

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?"

"Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle.

"You need to pick your partners better."

"Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. 

The kiss started gentle, a bit awkward at first, but you soon started to ease into it, feeling Jason's lips soft against yours. His scent, so familiar, surrounded you as he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. You found yourself leaning in, one hand resting on his thigh, letting out a little sigh as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“It's sweltering in here," you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, saying it more as an excuse to take a small breather. Jason chuckled softly.

"I got you," he grinned, pulling your shirt off. You blushed, heart racing as his eyes roamed over your body, then meeting yours. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you replied, biting your lip. "Yeah, keep going."

He grunted, nudging you to lie back as he settled on top of you. You trailed your fingers along his stomach, tugging at his shirt to get it off. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jawline, working his way up to your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

“Gonna teach you what a good fuck feels like,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he pressed himself against you, his hardness meeting that warm spot between your legs. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping his hair. "Feels good?" he asked softly, lips trailing along your neck before returning to yours, his body pressing against yours. You nodded, meeting his gaze, cheeks heating up; Jason had never looked at you like this before, his eyes full of desire as he watched the way you opened your mouth slightly, small sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you felt the pressure of his hard cock against you. 

"Jase..." you whispered, reaching for his pants zipper, but he groaned, swiftly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You let out a little whimper of protest, but he chuckled softly.

"Take it easy," he smiled. "Got a few tricks up my sleeve to show you first."

"Like what?" you breathed, and he grinned before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hands down to your back to unhook your bra. You couldn't help but sigh, feeling your cheeks heat up as he traced circles around one of your nipples with his finger, teasing it until it stiffened. He gave it a gentle pinch, and you couldn't hold back a soft moan.

"Has anyone ever touched your boobs like this?" he murmured, planting a soft kiss on one of them, and you shook your head no. He licked his fingertips to give them a little lubrication before teasing your nipple again, giving it gentle pinches and pulls. With a grunt, he took the other into his mouth, and you couldn't help but moan as he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around your nipple while he massaged the other with his hand. "Gonna make sure you know how amazing it can feel, babe."

"Oh," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as you instinctively moved your hips upwards, feeling a rush of pleasure and excitement. He pulled back briefly before latching onto your other nipple, teasing and squeezing the one he had just left wet and sensitive. Your eyes fluttered shut, breath coming in uneven bursts as you pulled him in closer. He continued to suck on your breast gently, leaving a little love mark as he unbuttoned your pants.

Your whole body tingled as he stripped off your pants and panties in one swift move. This was a whole different new experience for you; sure, Jason had caught glimpses of you in a bikini before, but being fully exposed like this was a first. Your cheeks flushed hot as he took in your naked form with a low hum, reaching out to grab your waist.

"You're so damn hot," he whispered, his own cheeks tinted with a flush. You sighed contently as he parted your thighs, his fingers exploring the warmth between them. A sharp moan escaped your lips as he teased your sensitive area, circling your wet entrance with his fingertips. "You're soaking wet, babe," he grunted, and you couldn't help but moan in response. He looked up at you. "You sure about this?"

"Yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes with a moan as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them gently. "Oh, Jase..."

"So damn warm and wet," he muttered, looking captivated by your reaction as he positioned himself between your legs, his warm breath against your clit. “I really wanna eat you out… Can I?”

"Yes, please," you whimpered, hips instinctively moving with his fingers as he curled them inside you once more. He chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before diving down to your clit. A sharp moan escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against your sensitive bud. "Jason..."

"Hmm?" he grinned up at you, his fingers working magic inside you. "You're squeezing around my fingers, babe... Feels good?"

"Feels amazing," you agreed, cheeks flushing. He went back to your clit, licking it in slow circles, and you couldn't help but moan, gripping his hair. A small gasp escaped you when he sucked on it, hips moving with his rhythm as you pulled him closer. He held onto your thigh, keeping you in place as he continued with increasing intensity, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. "Jason," you gasped, eyes shutting tight as he kept his fingers moving inside you, pleasure building with every stroke. He pulled back momentarily, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs.

"It's alright, babe," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've got you. Just let it out..."

You whimpered, tugging at his arm until he was back on top of you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue moving with yours as he slid his fingers away, focusing on massaging your clit in slow circles. You melted in his kiss, pressing yourself against him as you felt your climax building, each wave crashing over you until you were moaning louder and louder, your whole body trembling under his touch.

"That's it, baby," Jason murmured, sliding his fingers back inside you and hitting that spot that made you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around him. "Just let it all out... I've got you, honey."

"Jase, please..." you sobbed, burying your face in his neck as you attempted to push his hand away. "It's too intense, I can't..."

“It’s okay,” he whispered, planting soft kisses on your hair while easing his hand's movements. You let out a shaky sigh, still tingling from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He chuckled, brushing your hair back from your face, his body warm and sweaty against yours. "You enjoyed that?"

"Hell yeah," you replied weakly, and he laughed.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Just need a sec to catch my breath, please," you whispered, and he chuckled before getting up. You watched as he peeled off his pants and underwear, blushing when you caught sight of his arousal. He grabbed his wallet from your nightstand, pulling out a condom before taking hold of his cock with his free hand.

"Wanna learn how to put this on?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm not that clueless, Jason. I know how to do it," you replied, sitting on the bed.

"Well, you wanna lend a hand, then?" he asked, and you nodded, cheeks flushing. You took the condom from him, tearing open the package. There was a moment of hesitation before you took hold of him, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum over his swollen head. He let out a grunt.

“Want me to suck you off first?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved your hand slowly. He let out a soft moan.

"I'd love it, but let's save it for another time," he replied, his voice husky. You blushed, the thought of a next time sending butterflies through your stomach. "Today's all about you, alright? Just wanna make you feel good."

"Well, you're killing it so far," you grinned, and he chuckled. You slid the condom on him, then leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs. Jason looked at you, stroking himself slowly with a sigh before getting back on top of you.

"There's still so much I wanna teach you," he whispered in your ear, and you let out a soft moan. "Loads of ways to make you lose it for me... You have no idea how sweet you taste."

"No one's ever talked to me like that before," you whispered, heart racing as you blushed. He grunted, planting soft kisses on your neck.

"Their loss," he replied before easing himself into you with a slow, steady movement. You let out a loud moan, clinging to him as you opened your legs wider to take him in deeper. He kissed your jaw, fully inside you now, your bodies hot and sweaty against each other. "You good?"

"I'm good," you whispered, and he let out a soft grunt before starting to move slowly. You buried your face in his neck, moaning as you felt him stretching you out, hitting all those sweet spots inside you. It was intoxicating, the mix of gentle ache and intense pleasure, far beyond anything you'd felt with anyone else. Your pussy throbbed, extra sensitive after your last orgasm, and Jason moaned your name, pulling you closer.

You curled your toes, lips seeking his out eagerly, knowing you wouldn't hold out much longer, the tension in your belly rising fast. Jason kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tangled his hand in your hair, your lips moving together in a frenzy of soft moans and gentle bites. You were completely lost in him, in the sensation of him thrusting into you, picking up speed as you gave in to the pleasure of each other's touch.

"Jase... I'm gonna cum again," you moaned, and Jason grunted, his thrusts getting harder as he used one hand to play with your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with quick motions.

You let out a sharp moan, feeling his hot, ragged breath against your skin as he showered you with soft kisses, driving your hips forward to deepen the connection. It was too much; your climax finally crashed over you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as you held onto him tightly, your body clenching around him. Jason groaned, his movements becoming wilder as he was carried over the edge by the intensity of your release. He buried his face in your neck, fingers gripping your hair as his body trembled, delivering a few final thrusts before collapsing on top of you with a shaky sigh.

You closed your eyes, giggling as he peppered your jaw and then your lips with kisses. He slipped out of you, and you scooted over to make room for him to sit beside you. You watched as he disposed of the condom and headed to your bathroom. He was back in no time, his naked form gleaming with sweat, face flushed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"What's got you smiling?" he asked, a small grin playing on his lips. He settled down on the bed, running his hand over your thigh.

"That was amazing, Jase," you said, and he chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss.

"You feeling weird now or are we cool?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice. You smiled softly.

"We're good. We could be friends with benefits, right? I hear some folks actually pull that off."

"Yeah," he smiled at you, twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers. "So, does that mean we're gonna do this again sometime?"

"You were the one talking about all the lessons you had in store for me," you teased, and he chuckled softly.

"Okay. It's a deal, then," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, making you giggle. "But hey, we better get dressed before your brother or your folks come back home. Pretty sure they wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how we spent our afternoon."

You burst into laughter, sitting up on the bed and rummaging for your clothes. As you watched Jason get dressed, a grin spread across your face, thinking about how rough it would be to go back to those crappy dates after experiencing how amazing it felt to be with him.

You couldn't wait to see what else he had to teach you.

[japhan2024]

Hi there! It's me! 😅 Idk if you want to but, could you write some fluff Ianthony while they are writting the Food Battle script? Like they being cute and laughing and being dorks, some sweet shit like that? PLEASE 🙏🙏

Omg you give the cutest prompts, I'm MELTING. I will try my best!!!

Eye contact

Genre: fluff, angst

"Ian, we're so good together. We work. We... I want you to be happy, and stay happy, and I don't know how many times I have to say that I will stay with you forever, but I will say it as many times as it takes."

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"The crinkles around Anthony's eyes when he smiles and laughs. His proud little smile when he talks about what they have accomplished together.

Ian looks sideways at him as they hold a Food Battle marathon at Ian's house. Lately, Ian allows himself to 'look' at his best friend more and more. It is hard not to stare, though. Because Anthony is beautiful. So unfairly beautiful. Being in his presence always excited Ian but he never dared to look at Anthony longer than a second.

But now, after everything that has happened... why not? Why not sneak a peek at that chiseled jaw, those inviting curls, and that olive skin, a mature version of his BFF he remembers from school. Ian catches himself sighing. And so does Anthony. As they lock eyes, Ian quickly looks away, smiling down into his lap.

"This scene is so dope, right," Anthony points at them on the screen.

"Yeah, you're right."

~

It's the next day. They're at Anthony's house to work on the new Food Battle script.

Anthony looks at Ian with soft, admiring eyes. He loves one thing most of all. Above anything in the world. And that is watching Ian's creative process at work.

"This is so dumb. But what if I just give her a comically large piece of chewed gum right out of my mouth?"

"Ew, that's so gross!! I love it."

Ian laughs. Not the reserved chuckle he gives other people. But the hearty, all-out goofy laugh he only shares with Anthony.

"So, the wife dies... Sorry feminism, but the twist is... YOU were the wife the whole ass time!!"

Anthony giggles. "That explains the seven-year pause so well, oh my god. But... If I'm your wife, how does sex work?"

Ian shrugged matter-of-factly. "Duct tape and an empty Gatorade bottle." He makes a plopping sound to match his zany ass explanation and sends Anthony into hysterical laughter.

"Fuck, we have to put this into the script! We might get demonetized, though."

"Hey, if we really cared about money, we would just steal TikTok videos and put them in compilations on YouTube for the rest of our lives."

"True. God, how I love this..." They smile at each other. God, Ian has such unnaturally light-blue eyes. Anthony notices that lately, Ian makes way more eye contact with him than before. Which is amazing, because he's always tried to get more out of him. More and deeper conversations. More emotion! But it seemed impossible.

At parties, Ian is outgoing, and Anthony gladly tags along. But when it's just the two of them, Ian likes to chill out with his thoughts. And that's fine with Anthony, but he can't help but want more. And now, since everything that happened, they finally talk. For hours!

"To think we both forget how great this is, writing together..." The sunlight that comes in from Anthony's window lights up Ian's eyes even more. Anthony wants to stare into them for all eternity. Those moments of direct eye contact send shivers down his spine, make all his hairs stand up and make him want to run some laps out of sheer excitement.

"Do you remember Star Stories?" Ian asks.

"Oh yeah, that shit was wild."

"Do you remember the George Michael one?"

They both laugh.

"Write about what you know, what you know, what you know..." Anthony mimics the old comedy show.

"There's this one bit," Ian says while laughing. Anthony loves it when Ian is so excited about something he already laughs at it before even telling Anthony.

"What?"

"It's when George Michael cries about his band mate leaving, and it's all dramatic, and then he's suddenly like, super unbothered and says "I'm over it." We should put that in. Like I'm crying about my wife for 1.5 seconds and then I'm like, okay let's do Food Battle, biiitch!"

"That's amazing."

"I know, I didn't come up with it."

"Shut up, you come up with brilliant stuff all the time."

"If you say so."

"Let's take a break," Anthony says.

They order some lunch and hang out on Anthony's balcony. They are drinking some flavored water.

"Any new dates?" Anthony asks suggestively.

"Nope." Ian doesn't elaborate.

"Ian, have you even tried?"

"I guess I haven't. But I'm really happy, Anthony. The right girl will come along, I'm sure."

"Or the right guy?" They never talk about Ian's bisexuality but Anthony wants to bring it up. He wants to know how he can help Ian get a date. Above everything, he wants to make Ian happy.

"Or the right guy, I guess. Or just a person in general. But boobs are a plus."

"Are you into man boobs as well?"

"Hell yeah! As long as I can suck on them... oh no, this is a terrible idea..."

Anthony's eyes light up. Ian's terrible ideas are genius 100% of the time.

"Ian, you must tell me..."

"One of the challenges should be a breast milk pump."

Anthony compulsively giggles through his words. "Oh my god! Ian, we can't show that on YouTube..."

"Can I at least suggest it? You'll say 'ew gross' and I will say, "Oh yeah, you're right... damn it!" And I'll look disappointed."

"We will work it in there somewhere."

Ian squints at Anthony. "Are you giving me more leeway because you're still cheesing about our reunion?"

"Maybe."

"You know you're playing with fire."

"Yeah, I know, hahaha."

"By the way, I'm still willing to burn Smosh to the ground with you."

"I think our fire will light up Smosh, warm the place up."

"With our looove," Ian says in his mocking voice.

Anthony kicks him fondly.

The bell rings: their lunch has arrived.

"I'll go get it," Anthony says, leaving Ian with his thoughts for the moment. He still can hardly believe how invigorating it is to work with his best friend again. It doesn't feel like work at all, they are just hanging out. This is them.

"Here is your gluten-free bagel," Anthony says with a tucked-in chin.

"Well have fun eating your vegan salad of misery," Ian counters.

"At least we are pretty and healthy!" Anthony uses his girly voice. He hasn't in quite a while.

"That voice takes me back."

Anthony laughs.

"For real though," Anthony continues in his normal voice, "you're becoming fitter by the day, the gluten-free diet is working, or are you also running again?"

"I'm hella running, dude. Every morning."

"That's awesome. I'm so happy for you, it used to be such a big part of who you were in high school."

"Yeah, it makes me feel so much better. And if I skip a day, I immediately feel worse. So it's kind of an addiction by now. Gotta go faaast!"

As they eat their lunch, a group of birds flies by. They are shimmering, bright green but their call sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

"Wow."

"Did you know birds have one hole for everything?" Ian suddenly says.

Anthony raises his eyebrows and snorts. "What?

"For everything." Ian looks him in the eye again. That sends Anthony and he doesn't recover from laughing until a few moments later, while Ian repeatedly says "It's called the cloaca, man, the cloaca!"

"Why are you so fucking funny, Ian. You're the funniest person I know. And that's saying something, with all our employees at Smosh."

"Aww, thanks Anthony! I think we just share a kind of humor. My jokes don't land like this at the office." He chuckles.

"Kids these days..." Anthony scoffs.

"Hey, come here, your hair is messed up. I'll fix it for you," Ian says suddenly and comes up to Anthony, closer than he expects. He puts the wayward curl that the wind has blown in Anthony's face, back on top of his head. "That's better. Now you can go back to being pretty again," Ian jokes.

"I love it when you do that kind of stuff," Anthony murmurs.

"What?"

"These little gestures of affection. I appreciate it so much."

Ian doesn't look him in the eye now. Anthony feels bad.

Because he knows.

He knows Ian likes him.

For all those years he's liked him. And he has sometimes taken advantage of that. Flirted with him so Ian would do work for him, that type of stuff. But he hasn't done anything like that since they reconnected. And he isn't planning to. This time, he wants to give Ian what he deserves. To truly appreciate him.

"Hey." Anthony takes Ian's hand.

"Don't do that," Ian tries to look the other way, but fails. They lock eyes once again.

"I'm being sincere, I promise," Anthony says. Ian blushes.

"Ian, we're so good together. We work. We... I want you to be happy, and stay happy, and I don't know how many times I have to say that I will stay with you forever, but I will say it as many times as it takes."

"That means a lot," Ian says. "Now cut it out with the sappy shit, you know I'm bad with that."

But Anthony holds onto Ian's hand stronger.

"It's not sappy, Ian, it's the honest truth. I love you."

Ian swallows. "Yes, and I love you, bro. I love you... and it's hard sometimes, you know? It's hard because when I look into your eyes, Anthony, I see... I see something I want to have. And it's this close, man. But I'll never have it and I've accepted that a long time ago."

"Come here," Anthony says softly, and pulls him into a tight embrace. He whispers: "I've done you wrong for so long, Ian. I want to give you everything... Anything you want. You can have it, whatever it is."

"Don't play with my feelings, Anthony."

"I'm not, I promise."

Ian slowly lets go, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Remember the staring contests?"

"Oh my god, those were always terrible hahaha."

Of course, Ian would break the tension.

"But this doesn't feel like a staring contest. We can finally look at each other honestly. Damn, it does feel good."

"Yeah."

"But Anthony, we have a script to finish."

"Fine. But promise me you're staying over tonight?"

"Fine. Idiot."

"Dumbass."

They go back inside.

[sweatandwoe]

38 with Silco, please ?

HEHEHEHEH Yeah sure anon

MDNI - From Smut Prompt List

Tags: Silco x GN!Reader, Modern AU, Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Mentions of other sexual acts (Blowjobs, Dacryphilia, Anal), Silco thinking about Reader's ass, Dom/Sub themes,"text like this is reader speaking", whelp this turned out longer (like 1kish words I think)

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“Touch yourself for me.”

His lips curl at the fake gasp you give in response. "Silco!" The false outrage continues, but he can practically taste your smile, clear with the slight laughter you're attempting to hide. "I believe proper courtesy would have you ask what I'm wearing first."

The Eye of Zaun hums. "You're right, Darling. I apologize." The corners of his lips twitch upwards. "What are you wearing, love?"

"Nothing. I knew you were calling. No point in putting anything on."

Gods, he was missing you terribly, it hits him suddenly with the image of you naked in bed. The second this business trip ended, he planned to hold you for a long while and not let go. Keeping you locked in his embrace until work or Jinx or Sevika separated the two of you.

You fill the silence that he had grown into, lost to his thoughts. "What are you wearing?"

He blinks, before glancing down at himself. "A suit."

"Your birthday suit I'm hoping."

Another hum and he hooks the index and middle finger of his free hand into his tie. Tugging it loose and then unbuttoning the first few top buttons to loosen the hold there. "Unfortunately, a business one. The black one."

"Oh, that's one of my favorites." He can hear the shuffling, the slight movement of your skin against the sheets. "I've thought about that one a lot."

Now he shuffles against the sheets, resting his head on a pillow. He's still fully clothed besides his shoes and tie. "And what thoughts have you had, sweetheart?"

"Dirty ones, honey."

"How dirty?"

There's a laugh, one that makes his heart yearn for home. "Absolutely filthy."

He moves one hand against his thigh, dragging his fingers up it. It's familiar to how you'd touch him, right before touching him directly and it sends the proper reaction, a slight tremble in his spine. "Care to indulge a lonely old man in that filth?"

"Depends. Is he also a filthy, lonely old man?"

"Far more sullied than you are."

Now you hum, while he lets the curve of his thumb rest against one of the buttons of his pants. "I suppose I could say a little bit about it." There's a shuffle, and then a slight echo. "Need both hands if I'm going to tell you properly."

"I don't know if a filthy old man would like it proper. Maybe he just wants to be dirty."

"Shush. I'm talking now." He can hear your sigh, and he's flicking open the buttons to free his cock right after the noise registers. "I love the thought of sucking you off while you're wearing that suit. Just opening up the buttons and then feeling your fingers on my head before I can taste your cock in my mouth."

He spits in his hand, then once more before sliding it against his cock. Starting to move slowly up and down. "Keep going, sweetheart. What else do you imagine?"

He can hear you swallow with the slightest tremble starting in your voice. "I imagine you fucking my mouth." His hand tightens around his dick, creating a nice smooth channel for him to fuck into. "Just enough to get it wet. M-Maybe I cry a little too."

"Is that what you want?" He pauses in his movements to spit directly on his cock this time, moving his hand once more. "For me to make you cry?"

"Yes." It's a breathy little moan you give, that has him fucking into his hand. Because he's heard that moan before, been the cause of it. There's a gasp before you continue on. "Imagine I get your cock just wet enough before you have me suck on your fingers-"

"So I can prep you?"

"Gods, yes. Please Silco." There's a pause, a swallow from you again before you confess. "I want you to fuck my ass."

He thinks about the curve of your backside, the bare ass he's seen many times before. He remembers how he has smacked it with his hands until the skin had grown hot. It wouldn't have been the first time he fucked, but the first time he would've done it with only prep from your own mouth.

His hand movement quickens, while you continue to speak. "Want you to fuck my ass like that. Raw. I want it to be sore the next day, so I can feel you. So I can have that reminder all day that I'm yours."

"You're always mine." It's a hiss, while he imagines fucking you. Bending you over some piece of furniture, and shoving his tongue inside of you before his fingers. "I'll never let you forget it, s-sweetheart. I'll make you cry each time, bruise you, mark you. Leave you sore. Wait till I'm home and I will make you remember every day that you're mine."

There's a moan of his name on the other line now, and he can hear the wet noise of your lubed fingers sliding in and out of - Silco groans, a loud moan of your name spilling out before he's coating his hand.

You follow him, tumbling after him with a shaky whimper of his name, with a mantra of moans following it.

It's quiet for a few minutes, while you both regain your bearings. Silco fills the silence now. "Make sure to shower, sweetheart. Drink water too."

"I will. Please make sure to eat something."

"I will." There's a small pause, where he glances at the door before he adds n in a softer tone. "I love you."

There's a laugh, with so much warmth, Silco can feel it spreading. "I love you too. Hurry home."

He smiles at the ceiling now. "As fast as I can darling."

"Goodnight, Silco."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Song Prompt:

Emails I Can’t Send by Sabrina Carpenter

Esther & Joel

(I had never heard this song before, but damn)

She has lunch with friends in Chinatown, and orders some extra Kung Pao shrimp, splitting off to hit the Button Club to drop it off for her father.

It's 1976, Esther Maisel is eighteen, and trying. She's been accepted to NYU for undergrad, and she figures now that she is a full-blown adult, she should try to have a good relationship with her biological father.

They haven't been close in a long time. Since her mother remarried, Joel Maisel has made himself scarcer and scarcer. Esther and her brother Ethan technically have an entire second family, consisting of biological father, step-mother and half sister, but they just...aren't around as much as they were when Esther was small.

And that's okay. Time and life and all of that.

But she's trying.

The door to the club is unlocked, which is a little strange for the middle of the day, but she slips in, takeout carton in hand and hops down the stairs in her cute jeans and her cute top, and when she rounds the corner into the club, she finds the lights on, and her father, bare-assed with a woman who looks like her mama, but fifteen years younger, pressed against the bar.

Esther has never had sex before. Or seen sex before.

"So I brought you lunch," she blurts out without meaning to.

It startles both of them and suddenly they're cursing and scrambling to get dressed behind the bar.

"Esther, what the fuck?"

"I mean. I think that should be my line," she says, and even though her voice his steady, she finds her hands shaking. "Anyways. Here." She sets the carton on a nearby table and then rushes back up the stairs.

Her father calls after her, but she doesn't stop. "Esther! Fuck. Esther!"

She doesn't stop for breath until she home.

*****

"I don't think she even went to sleep last night," her step-father's voice says softly from the kitchen. "She wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but something's wrong."

Her mother nods and steps out of the kitchen and into the living room. They moved here to this big, beautiful brownstone a handful of years ago, needing more space for everyone, especially with Ethan living at home after coming back from Vietnam.

It's nice.

Esther misses the old apartment. Cramped, but fun.

Her mother sits down and opens her arms up to her, and Esther finds herself curling in against her like she did when she was small.

"You want to tell me?" Midge asks gently, stroking her hair.

"It's Dad," Esther says simply. "I-" she stops. "I don't know."

"Did he say something mean?" Midge asks. "You know, sometimes he just talks without thinking. He doesn't really mean-"

"I stopped by the club because I got him lunch," Esther says. "You remember? I went out with Rivka and June for lunch?"

"I do."

"And I got Dad's favorite and I thought I'd drop by the club and give it to him, because it was a Saturday and he's always there early."

"Okay..."

"And he was- there was a-" Esther stops and swallows, looking up at her mother. "You know what? It's okay. I'm okay."

Midge stares at her for a long moment. "You know you can tell me anything."

Not this.

"I know."

"When you're ready."

"I know."

*****

They host family dinners these days, with how big the brownstone is, and in the summer, it's nice to eat out in the backyard amongst Lenny's garden. When they first moved in, he planted rose bushes at her request, and they come back every year, big and blood red and beautiful. Perfect for her mother to decorate the house with.

Esther likes to tease him about old people hobbies, and he's more than game to take it, fully admitting he's of an age where he likes his old people hobbies.

"It's either gardening or being weird around your friends," he tells her jokingly, and she laughs, swatting him with her sunhat.

It's been a long time since it's been the whole family at dinner. Ethan helps with the cooking and Esther sets the table, excited to see Xiulan and Kitty, but dreading seeing her father.

She sits at the far end from him, between her mother and step-father, feeling oddly safe with one stable parent on either side.

"Esther, you start NYU in the fall, don't you?" Papa Abe asks, looking happy for her.

She nods as she picks at her food. "For pre-law."

"A lawyer in the family," Zeyde Moishe crows. "How about that?"

"We're all very proud," Lenny grins, nudging Esther gently. "We got a successful entertainment manager, a hardworking social worker, and now a lawyer."

"She's not your kid, Lenny," Joel says, causing the table to go quiet.

Lenny shrugs it off easily. Esther wonders how he's been able to do that for all these years.

"Well, maybe not in name, but-"

"Maybe I'll change my name," Esther pipes up, causing her mother to look at her, a little stunned. "Esther Bruce, attorney-at-law sounds pretty good."

Kitty laughs nervously. "Good joke, Es."

"No, really," Esther says. "Why would I want to be associated with a cheater?"

"Esther," her mother says softly. "Esther, what is going on?"

"That was a very long time ago, Esther," Bubbe Shirley says. "Your father has changed."

"Sure," Esther snaps, staring at her father. "Sure he has." she gets to her feet and heads for the door back into the house. "I'm getting more water. Who wants more water?"

"Me," Xiulan says, looking bewildered.

Ethan hops to his feet, following her. "Lemme help."

They step inside and Ethan slides the door closed behind them, following her into the kitchen as Esther starts filling a large pitcher with ice and water.

"So?" Ethan asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"I bought Dad lunch the other day," Esther tells him. "And found him fucking some lady half his age who looks like Mama."

"Ah," Ethan nods slowly. "You met Allana."

"Met is a strong work in this instance. Saw naked, yes. Said hello? Not exactly. How did you know?"

"Pop's not exactly subtle," Ethan admits. "Nor is he unpredictable. Also, he tells me things I really don't want to know."

"Does Mei know?" Esther asks.

"I think so," Ethan says. "He's doin' that thing where he promises to leave Mei and then stays but keeps fucking Allana. Mei's not dumb."

"But Mama was?"

"Mama was really young, and only like eight months removed from giving birth to you," Ethan shrugs. "She was twenty-five, and her hormones were just starting to go back to normal when that stuff happened. Mei is like forty-something now. She knows better, and she knows Pop."

"So we're just supposed to..."

"Stay out of it," Ethan tells her. "Not for Pop. Not for Mei, but for you. For your sanity. Just like we stay out it when Lenny's struggling with the drug stuff. We stay out of it."

"Men or garbage."

"Yeah," Ethan agrees.

"I hope I have a lesbian awakening really soon," Esther says as she thrusts the pitcher of water at him. "I'll be in my room. Just- tell everyone I have a headache and I'll be down later."

"Yeah," Ethan agrees again.

She climbs the stairs to her room, and shuts the door.

[rpf-bat]

I love you and see you're feer of blood and give you the simple prompt of "your nose is bleeding" with Mikey Way. Have at ye. Good luck. I shall send a more challenging one in a few after i look at the list more. Im all for improving on writing and facing the stuff you don't love. Id send a heart but tumblr eats them :c

Yes, exactly, I’ll never improve if I don’t try! Thank you for the prompt. And for the love. <3

This one wound up being 733 words, and it’s Mikey x Reader. Fair warning, it, um….got a little dark:

“Mikey, wake up,” you sighed.

The bassist was snoozing in the passenger seat of your car, his blonde hair hitting the dashboard as he slumped forward.

You had picked him up from his house in Los Angeles to do a radio interview. But, now you were sitting in the radio station’s parking lot, and he was catatonic.

“Mikey, come on,” you urged again, shaking his shoulder.

“Hm….oh, sorry, Y/N,” Mikey mumbled, his light brown eyes blinking open. “Long night in the studio. Ray wanted to get the new song perfect. You know how it is.”

“Are you okay to do this?” you asked worriedly. “I’m not asking you as your manager, I’m asking you as your friend. If you want me to reschedule this interview…”

“No, I can do it!” Mikey insisted, rubbing his eyes. “Just…um….once we get inside, can I have like five minutes to use the bathroom, before we meet with the DJ?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

Twenty minutes later, you were pacing outside the bathroom door.

Five minutes my ass, you thought to yourself, glancing at your watch.

“Mikey?” you knocked. “Are you having stomach problems?”

There was a strange sniffling sound on the other side of the door.

“N-No!“ Mikey stammered. “I’m fine! I’m coming out now!”

When he opened the bathroom door, you saw that his eyes were like pinpricks.

“WOO!” he hollered, his voice suddenly far too loud. “Interview time! I’m fuckin’ READY!”

He was bouncing on his toes, too hyper, too different from how tired he had been when he walked in.

“Come on, let’s go, Y/N!” he grinned, too widely, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

The warmth of his hand felt nice, and you didn’t want to pull away. But, you knew something wasn’t right.

“Mikey, what the hell did you just do?”

“What do you mean?” Mikey blinked, trying to look innocent.

“Your nose is bleeding.”

Mikey’s smile vanished.

“It…It what?”

“Look in the mirror,” you snapped, pulling a compact out of your purse. His reflection showed his dripping nostril. “Mikey, the DJ can’t see you like this.”

“Fuck,” Mikey swore, wiping at his nose with his sleeve.

You looked at him with disappointed eyes, stunned that he would do such a thing. But, the evidence was right there on his face.

“Y/N, please don’t tell Gerard,” Mikey begged. “He went through cocaine addiction six years ago. He got clean. He would hate to see me making the same mistakes that he made.”

“So why are you making them?!” you demanded.

“I don’t have a choice!” Mikey snapped.

“You have no choice but to do lines in a public bathroom?!” you repeated, incredulous.

“With everything that we have to do to, to keep this band going,” Mikey explained, “The constant touring, the constant promo, the late nights in the studio - I just don’t have the energy to do it all. I have to resort to chemicals, to keep myself going. To be the Mikey Way that the label and the fans want to be.”

“If you can’t be in this band and be sober, then maybe there shouldn’t be a band anymore.”

“What? No!” Mikey gasped. “Of course the band shouldn’t break up! How could you even say that?”

“I just want you to be okay!” you argued. “I don’t want you to overdose and die at twenty nine years old! If the band is making you feel like you have to do this, then quit.”

“I would never do that,” Mikey insisted.

“Being in this band already almost killed you once,” you sobbed. “Do you remember when you had to leave the Paramour Mansion, in the middle of recording, and come stay with Stacy and I?”

“Yeah I left once, and I promised Gerard I would never leave like that again,” Mikey recalled.

“Gerard would rather scrap this whole record and start over, than lose his brother,” you said seriously. “You know that. I know that.”

Mikey stared at you blankly.

“….I don’t even know why I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you, when I know you’re high,” you sighed in defeat.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Mikey mumbled, pulling you close. He held you tight, but his skin felt unnaturally warm. His heartbeat was far too fast - and you knew better than think it was because of you.

[the-writing-mobster]

@fransweek The prompt was flirt! Here's an excerpt from my Mafiafell story still in the works.

”The House Painter “excerpt:

Hungover. That was how she felt. She hadn't completely scrubbed away the mascara now staining her face. 

She rubbed her eyes and sighed. She needed a coffee… and there was no way she was going to make it herself. Walking to the little diner at the end of the block would be a nice breath of fresh air. She lived far away from the burlesque theater. No one would recognize her. Hopefully no men would grab her. 

Pulling on a loose, coral, drop waist dress and hiding her dark, unkempt bob with a cap to match, she was out the door. 

She hoped no one would bother her. Not with her stained face and red, puffy cheeks. She couldn't even remember crying herself to sleep, but she was increasingly aware that she must've done just that. It's a fact, Frisky. You're pathetic. 

Frisk left her small, modest apartment. A group of little girls were playing hopscotch on the sidewalk. She smiled, a skip to her step. She remembered hopscotch. The innocent memory lifted her spirits a little. 

The diner bell rang and she hummed along. She felt real in that little diner. No stage makeup. No glittery plastic diamonds covering her exposed body. No rowdy men. No. Here, there was just Annie, Bob, and the old men who liked to tell war stories and proverbs. She liked it at the diner. 

She froze. 

There was a new presence. There was a new person in the diner. No. That wasn't a person. Not in the way she knew it. 

She blinked. Tall, at least six feet and eleven inches. Wide… not fat, but he had a girth to him unseen in human men. Muscular… a black button up rolled up to this man's forearms. Revealing bone. His head was a skull. There was a shadow of something dangerous hanging onto him. 

Frisk shot fervent glances around the diner as she edged herself inside. She couldn't believe it. A monster. An actual monster. 

Now, she had lived in Ebbot for a long time. She may have been an immigrant, but Ebbot had become her city. Her dirty little city filled with all her broken dreams. However, in her long time in Ebbot City, a city known for monsters… she had only ever seen one or two, from far away. Never… never up close and personal.

She was shaking. Was she shaking? Oh God she was shaking. She began to second guess her visit to the diner. Maybe she would go back to her apartment and make herself coffee. Her eyes darted back to the door, then back to the monster. You've come this far… how rude would it be if you just walked in, saw a monster, and walked out? You're better than that.  

Frisk swallowed her resolve and sat far away, in the corner of the bar. She spared a curious look at him from under her thick lashes. She quickly looked away when his red eyelights slid over to meet her gaze. Oh God I hope he didn't see me starin'... 

How long had he been there? 

“Hey! I don't remember lettin' monsters in my diner,” barked the owner, Bob. Frisk startled at the gruff greeting… hardly a greeting. The monster glared across at him. 

“Oh. How silly of me. I didn't see a sign… Thought there were finally some sensible folk… guess I was wrong,” he growled. Frisk glanced at him, then at the window. No sign. No sign barring black people, or monsters. It was a clean window. It was why Frisk liked this diner. 

She glanced back at Bob and she frowned. The man might have been a scary sight but… she began to think of her own experiences. How would she feel if she was treated with disdain because of her work? If people found out… Her soul burst with empathy, a red glow showing through her dress and she shot up. 

“Wait! No, no… no, Bob no. He's right. There wasn't a sign,” she argued. The skeleton shot her a look, his eyes widening a bit. Bob also sent a warning look at her, but it only made her soul glow a bit brighter. 

“We have the right to refuse service to—”

“—I want him here, hm? What about that? I'll never eat here again if you do this, and you know how well I tip,” she threatened. The monster seemed to shrink the more they argued, sending fervent looks at her. Confused looks. Shocked looks… grateful looks. 

The monster watched her. Watched her as she leaned against the counter and spoke sweetly, firmly, eyelashes batting, hips swaying like some kind of siren. He didn't even know if it was intentional… He definitely wasn't complaining. He glanced up at the owner and grinned when he saw the flustered look on his face. 

“Fine Frisk… only for you… Dammit… You better not scare away any of my customers!” spat Bob as he went back to the kitchen. The skeleton narrowed his eye sockets as he watched him leave. Ass. 

Frisk gave a small sigh and sat back down, going back to reading the menu, covering her face and trying not to dart cautious looks at the monster. He was still terrifying… and he was a man… what if he took her act of kindness as a ticket to harass her? That had happened to her plenty of times. 

A silence enveloped the diner. She couldn't help but glance at him and every time she did, she could see him innocently lift his head and eyes. He didn't talk to her. A part of her was silently grateful. 

She had her coffee. He had a slice of pie. She tried not to watch him eat it with fascination. This was by far the most interesting thing to ever happen to her… and that was saying something. 

She wrestled herself away from the counter to use the ladies room, a part of her a little worried he would be gone by the time she came back. She stopped herself. Stupid. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from shooting another hidden look at him before she left. A blush spread across her face when he winked. Fuck!

After washing her hands, she composed herself enough not to race out to make sure he hadn't slipped away. Sure enough, he was still there, tapping his skeletal fingers on the countertop. 

She glanced down as she took her seat to see a folded napkin. That wasn't there before. Frisk tried to be as discreet as possible as she unfolded the napkin. She could almost feel the skeleton's gaze shifting on and off of her. Almost feel that skull grin widen. 

“Pie thank you for doing that. I hope this isn't too corny, but I crust anyone with your kind of integrity to like bad jokes. Anyway, name's Sans, Sans the skeleton.” 

Frisk snorted with laughter and immediately hid her mouth with the palm of her hand. She didn't dare look at him. That's really sweet… 

She tried to hide her smile as she grabbed a pen and slowly began to think up a good response. 

Sans the Skeleton watched her with gentle curiosity as she wrote back to him. This was just too cute. He didn't deserve this at all. Why was she being so nice? Why did he write a note on a napkin for fuck's sake? He felt like an idiot… but that little hidden laugh? He didn't know her name but he was starting to believe in love at first sight. 

She glanced up with a blush and tried to act as aloof as possible as she scooted over one seat closer to him and slid the napkin to him. She quickly recoiled back to her seat as if he'd bite and he didn't blame her one bit. 

His mouth was full of sharp fangs, he was big, monstrous and smelled like smoke. Not cigar smoke either. Fire. He'd sit far away from him too. 

Slowly, he opened the napkin and tried to fight the grin growing on his face. 

“It's slice to meet you, Sans.”  

Sans snickered at her little joke. That was good… it was rare to find such a kindred spirit in the marketplace of humor. He spared another hidden look at her. He was starting to grow fond of the Sunlight district… 

The napkin was running out of room on the side he'd been using. He flipped it over and clicked his pen, tried not to notice the excited shift of her cute, little body as he did so. He also tried to ignore the ugly looks being sent their way, but that was something he was a bit more hyper aware of. It took everything in him not to snarl at them to fuck off into oblivion. 

Frisk was inwardly squealing with delight as he flicked the napkin to her. It took everything in her to keep composed as she coyly sent him a look and then delicately unfolded the napkin. Her eyes wandered the diner as she tried her best not to appear too interested, but she was dying to read what he read. 

“Stop or I might start pie-ning.” 

She blushed, a small giggle escaping her lips. She had never interacted with a man like this. At least not since primary school, and even that wasn't nearly as sweet as this… to think it was a monster who would approach her like this. She bit her lip to hide her smile and glanced back at him. And she had been scared… 

He was battling with himself not to look at her. She was so cute. Her puns, her smile, those eyes that stole coy little looks at him. Her dress was cute, and her hair, messy. There was something wrong about her though. Streaks of mascara… puffy red eyes. Those had started to fade but the smudged makeup remained. Was she ok? 

“Okey dokey, Ms. De Là Noir, ready for your bill?” asked a plump woman with a kind face. Annie. Frisk smiled at her and reached for her pur— Her… Frisk's head jerked about frantically as she searched for her purse. Fuck… Fuck I left my purse! She thought, her face paling with fear. 

“I'll take care of it,” the rumble of the skeleton's deep growl of a voice startled Frisk out of her panic. She looked up at him with surprise as he moved a bit closer to her. Annie sent him a fearful look and gave a curt nod. 

“Oh no, you don't have to—”

“—Nah, I got it, it's ok. Put it on my bill,” he growled with a firm look. 

“Of course,” murmured Annie as she darted to the back. 

The two sat in utter, dumbfounded silence. 

He didn't know what came over him. He had never offered to pay for someone before, but she was honest to God the most charming person he had met in a long time… and she had stood up for him, it was the least he could do. 

Frisk stared at her lone mug of coffee. A new fear began to creep into her mind. He offered to pay for her. She should've fought that harder. The last time a man had paid for her, he harassed her for sexual favors. Only because she had accidentally let slip she was a vaudeville dancer and… the implications of that. Of course when she had refused. She winced as her eye ached with phantom pain. She got off lucky… 

She sent a small, fearful look at Sans. He was bigger than that man. He looked stronger. He was a monster so she knew he had magic. He was a reaper so she knew even for a monster, he was powerful. 

But he just smiled kindly, as kindly as one could with sharp fangs and black eye sockets only lit by pricks of red light. 

“Thank you…” she murmured hesitantly. He shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Just returnin' the favor, kiddo,” he said. Something about the word kiddo put her at ease, but she didn't know why. 

Soon the bill came and he paid for both of them. He stood up and sent her another look. Is he leaving? She couldn't help but feel disappointed. 

He placed his black trilby on his skull and winked at her. 

“I'll miss you a latte,” he quipped one last time and she pursed her lips to hide her smile; she couldn't hide her blush. Before she could say another word, he was out the door. She looked back down at the napkin. 

“Stop or I might start pie-ning.” 

She couldn't help but give a girlish giggle as she neatly folded the napkin and carefully slid it into her dress pocket. 

Yes she definitely liked the diner… it made her feel real again. Real and sweet… real and delighted. Made her feel like she was more than burlesque. 

[dinomight]

Thanks for tagging me @foxofninetales! <333

First lines of your last 20 fics!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I've only posted 22 fics on ao3 over the last four years (which. four years. what the fuck. I'm about to graduate college. hold on I'm repressing this existential crisis for later) so there's a mix of DMBJ, BNHA, and CR in here lol.

Newest to oldest:

1) Half the mercenaries are bleeding out or dead on the floor when a strange thought occurs to him: is he gonna have to sharpen his shovel after this? (sticks and stones ficlet three)

2) “Oh, for—this is ridiculous. Just hold my hand.” (sticks and stones ficlet two)

3) “Who did this to you?” He keeps his voice even. (included second sentence since the first one was the prompt lol, sticks and stones ficlet one)

4) It’s Bai Haotian they send to fetch him, in the end. (where my armor ends (where my skin begins))

5) The crack of his ribs giving way to fists echoes in his ears louder than any gunshot. (things that scream and shout)

6) Kyouka has never been afraid of the dark. (a silence so loud)

7) They’re just outside of UA’s gates when someone steps into their path. (how my poor heart aches)

8) It’s quiet after Izuku fades away. (weight of family(pull of gravity))

9) Hitoshi doesn’t dream. (a life in your shape)

10) The sun is in full force today as Class 1A goes about their hero training in Ground Beta. It makes every last one of them sweaty and irritable, and nobody makes worse decisions than sweaty and irritable teenagers on a literal battleground. (yes I know that's two sentences, but the second one is crucial to the energy of the fic. and it's funny. here it comes (sun))

11) The first student Shouta expels watches a classmate fall off a ledge during training and does nothing. (rhymes of yesterday)

12) (two lines again because the first was the prompt)

“Can you be honest with me for once?”

“Iida—” Uraraka starts, but Iida shakes his head.

(hide the bullet from the gun)

13) When it comes down to it, he’s the one who chooses her. (a cr fic! woo! I should reread this one actually, it's still one of my favorites, pick up the pieces)

14) It starts with an innocuous comment. (if you're standing (if you're bleeding))

15) Toshinori remembers the exact moment he knew he needs to become a hero. (the downside of this meme. realizing like over a year too late that 'knew' should prob be 'had known'. hm. another secret of the trade)

16) The thing about living in the Burial Mounds that really gets to Wei Wuxian isn’t the turnips, or the howling winds, or the lack of comfortable bedding. (what you let under your skin)

17) They haven’t talked about it yet. (everybody loves a little different)

18) Bakugou Katsuki is four years old when he decides he doesn’t care about soulmates. (to carve your name into my heart)

19) Ever since she became a teacher and started adhering to an actual schedule, Nemuri’s had a pretty specific morning routine. (your rule of thumb)

20) The first mark Izuku gets is a slight brush of green across his temple. (paint me in trust)

Notes:

I start with dialogue way less than I thought I did? like damn only three of these are dialogue and two of those are prompt dialogue

I do, however, start with a hell of a lot of one-liners. I don't have an exact number bc I'm too lazy to go back and check all those fics but god, a lot of those were one-liners

8 of these start with either "It" or "The"

4 start with a character name

11 of them contain a character name

only 8 of these are ten words or less (surprise surprise, I'm a wordy ass bitch)

My favorite is my most recent one. It was one of those rare, glorious occasions when a full opening line just pops into your head, no need to muse on certain words or debate shit. Also I love a good bluntly casual horrific image.

Checked and I'm pretty sure everybody I know from DMBJ has been tagged already, so I'm dragging in the tramps instead: @officialratprince @simpshou @sitaray @aizawa-wears-crocs @dreamvevo @aureateart @honeyandsonshine @hideawayhiraeth @shinmomo as well as my beloved jojo @princelukeorgana

[whats-the-story-tc]

21st of April, 2020

"The One with the Fairy Tale"

(Pssst! If I were you, I'd read this post first before starting this new one!)

I cannot believe this is my life.

A couple minutes before the 8 AM rush hour, a Google Classroom notification from V arrived. Then another. Someone likes a spam, I thought, before opening the first one.

Sigh of relief. It was only the essay I'd already sent her. On to the next one, the detailed info on what we were covering today. The play on the table is both figuratively and literally a fairy tale. V, pretty critical of the play and its character work itself, made sure to bring one particular monologue to our attention, which tackles a rather difficult topic in a pretty simple play about love and longing — human mortality. "(It's my particular favourite, too, but don't let that influence you.)" She wrote after explaining what it was. The last paragraph though, now that was something else. "For those of you interested in an A level (here you imagine me looking at certain people)" she began, and my eyes widened as I read it. Sure, there are literature buffs in both classes, but... I can't help but think it was first and foremost an indirect to me. I mean, I'm probably the biggest nerd out of all of us, and she's always looking at me anyways... I want to dream big and say she wanted me to see it most. I mean, it's a link to an incredibly long essay. The situation speaks for itself.

"Look at this silence," V said as she entered our server at around 11 AM. Once she was here, we (as in all of us) started chatting about the break and quarantine. "It has been Sunday for two months." I declared, V immediately continuing the thought: "That part of Sunday, no less, where the line between the previous week and the next one blurs." Couldn't have said it better myself.

As V spoke about the story, I just leaned back on my bed, letting myself get immersed in the explanation and the sound of her voice while trying to imagine everything. After a while, it all started sounding like the plot of Mozart's opera, The Magic Flute — especially when V said that our protagonists, a human boy and a fairy girl, both had companions of the same sex along the way. And as soon as she said those companions are actually married, I waited for her to take a tiny break in speaking and said "How surprising." According to Bookworm Friend, she laughed, but I couldn't hear it clearly because someone made a noise. Then she said "Obviously..." and basically shaded the whole plot line, though I don't remember the rest of the sentence. And guess what she brought up immediately? That's right. The Magic Flute. I was floored! "That's what I was thinking, too!" I chimed in immediately. She took the words out of my mouth! And, soon as I said that, I got a text from Bandana Friend.

BanF: "Wow the twinning"

It's official, folks. Even from a distance, V and I are sharing a braincell.

Serious shit went down in class, including pointing out some... very suggestive imagery that caught us all off-guard because the thing she mentioned isn't inherently suggestive, but okay, V, you do you. (Obviously, I'm not going into detail here, nor sharing the conversation Bandana Friend and I had here because... this is simply not the platform.)

But what I can share is a really funny bit that caused a bit of a pandemonium in the separate class chat none of our teachers are in. You see, about half an hour into class, The Boyfriend sneezes with what is probably the volume of a medium-sized family house collapsing. About five seconds of absolute comical silence follows, then we just hear V saying "Sorry. I'm sorry." before carrying on. All this caused quite the stir, featuring texts like:

BanF: "The whole house just quaked"

and

Classmate: "Jesus who was this 😂😂"

Classmate: "Tell me it wasn't [V]"

S: "No, her man"

Classmate: "Good heavens I thought it was her 😂😂"

and

S: "I laughed so hard that I thank God I was on mute"

So yeah. That's on that. Bit later, with the words mentioned here, V ended class, and there I was, on Cloud 9, dancing around my room and humming Disney songs from the sudden serotonin charge. That was probably the moment I decided to read the play V spoke about. You see, she didn't assign it because the wording is quite difficult (the text is quite old) and students usually struggle with it, but she said that we wouldn't lose anything by reading it, if we wanted to. And thus it happened that I sat down on my balcony at around 5 PM with the first chapter open on my phone, ready to read.

I knew she'd be right. I trust her opinion and my reading comprehension skill suffers at the stake of my absolute inability to concentrate for longer than 10 seconds. But guys. Some of the longer sections I had to go over at least three times before I understood what was going on! An hour or so must've passed when I read the last line of the first chapter, and the butterflies in my stomach took flight. It was time to text V about it. It was my original plan, anyway. Figure out how right she was, then tell her about it. I was already incredibly nervous, trying to stick to what I'd planned on writing. My fingers typed on autopilot and as soon as I was done, I could barely believe I was actually going through with this. But alas, you only live once, carpe that fucking diem. One big breath. Two biiiiig breaths.

Send.

S: "Well, Miss, I'm not saying you were right about the text of [the play], but I've only read Chapter 1 and I'm already doubting if I even speak [my native tongue]... 😅"

I immediately tossed the phone on my bed and ran away panicking. What will she say? How will she react to seeing it's me again? What does she think? Am I funny enough? Am I bothering her? When will she reply?

Half a minute later (!!!), I see the icon of The Platform That Shall Not Be Named on my screen. No. No. No. Nonononononono. I picked the phone up and unlocked it with a shaking hand. I was not prepared for what I was about to read.

V: "Hahaha, well, babydoll...You do. You're just not used to [the old-timey wording]."

I only had the time to sink to my knees, eyes wide, lips agape, when the next message followed.

V: "Though, once you're already through it, I'm curious about your opinion on the play's stageability. 😄 (given such a word exists)"

You bet your asses all air left my lungs. Not only did she call me babydoll again, now in a way that I could forever remind myself of it, but she basically just prompted another conversation! She wants to talk to me again! And I'll have you reminded, V's basically trusting my judgement based on the scriptbook I showed her at the dawn of time, that she'd never actually seen in action! I wonder what I did to earn all this trust...

S: "I'll see at the end and tell you :)"

V: "Alright :))"

Then, all brave from the double smiley, I had a really stupid and impulsive thought. (Don't yell.) Me being the little shit that I am, I googled stageability and took a screenshot of no results having been found. I took a screenshot, cropped it and sent it to V, my head being completely empty as I did. I acted purely from gut feeling.

S: "Tough luck this time, it seems😄"

V: "i thought so!"

(I can only hope she took it as a joke. But, the way I know her, she probably understood. Still, the me of right now, exactly two days and two minutes later, wouldn't do it.)

And this is where it ended. This is where I ended. My hands, my legs, even my lips were trembling as I tried to process the sudden load of emotion overcoming me. What did I just do. What did we do. What happened here. All this just echoed in my head, and I went ahead and texted every friend I wanted to tell in all caps.

BanF: "WOAAHHHH"

BanF: "you guys have really warmed up to each other"

Even now, as I was typing, I got the chills just thinking about this conversation. If it wasn't for the 'Miss' and my use of formal pronouns in the very first text, it would've just felt like two friends, who happen to both love literature, talking. And this really warms my heart, because there's this fantastic woman, who I genuinely think is one of the best influences on my life and... she just likes me for me. She immediately answers when she can, comes off genuinely happy to talk to me, prompts another thing I can tell her about and all but tells me that my opinion matters to her. Because this is her. I'm almost convinced that I will never hear her outright say that she likes me or she's proud of me, but, should I have any doubts, she does everything to let me know. I just misunderstand her sometimes, not knowing where to look.

When I tell you all this still doesn't feel real...

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

[seigephoenix]

Day 2. Prompt: Who could ever love you?

Featuring my modern AU Corinne Shepard and Kaidan Alenko. Warnings: douche bag ex, mentions of trauma, I played fast and loose with UCMJ regs but it's an AU so hey! I can.

Corinne nailed the punching bag as the conversation flowed around her.  She was used to the loud crashes and curses of the gym. It didn't break her concentration but then she heard a voice from her past.  One she never wanted to hear again.

“Well, well.  Look at what I find here.  Surrounded by men, again.”  The insinuation was clear.  Shepard held Grunt back with a gentle hand on his arm.  Vega looked ready to tear the guy's head off, but he knew enough to keep his temper in check.

“What the fuck do you want with me?  I thought that night in the hospital would've been enough of a warning to leave me the hell alone.”  Shepard snarled.

“Heard you got out of the military.”

“Heard you got dishonorably kicked out.”  She saw the subtle twitch in his jaw at her smartass remark.  Corinne didn't give a shit. Not after what that jackass did.

“Your fault.”

“Mine!?” Venom dripped from her voice as she took a step towards him.  “You're the one who did what you did.” He smirked, as if he found a weakness.  The door jingles open and Wrex held up a hand to the ones who came in.

“Oh what's the matter?  Can't even say it?” Red flashed in front of her face.  She clenched her fists and struggled to contain the temper.  Kaidan read the room and sent Tanya into the office with Wrex's youngest, Mordin.  The two kids got along well. Kaidan came out of the office to hear Shepard's outburst.

“Oh I'm not afraid.  I lived through that special hell until I got special permission to transfer.  Not everyday I have to wear the shame of my commanding officer knowing what my tits look like.”  She crossed her arms as he smirked. “But, if I remember right. That same commanding officer set you up for that UCMJ action didn't he?  Stripped you of a couple of ranks didn't it?” She tilted her head.

“Oh yeah.  And I got the chance to send your ass to the hospital.”  He stepped up to the ring.

“You deserved it.”

“I deserved it?  You cheated on me and got pissy when I called it quits.  You threatened me and tried to extort me. I lived with the shame of having my nudes distributed to the entire recall roster!”  Shepard kept her voice stable but it was a trial. The memory was enough to unnerve her and bring her right back to that moment.  She'd felt violated and was grateful almost the entire unit had her back. They'd called out the scumbag and the senior NCOs were pissed.  Their wives were pissed on Shepard's behalf, and they'd reached out to her. That had been rare. She didn't usually have much to do with the wives, she didn't have much in common with them.  They'd rallied behind him and jerk face found a chilly reception at different areas on base.

“Well, I told you I was going to do it.”  Corinne's shoulders went still.

“You will never get it.  You're scum, worse than scum.  Pond scum can still serve a purpose.”  She snapped. “You'll die alone, still trapped in what you think of is the good old days.”  

“And what?  You'll die happily married?  Who could ever love such a cold fish as you?”  Vega stepped forward along with Grunt. But it was the hand on his shoulder that got scumbag's attention.  He turned and was met with a fist hovering just above his nose. He flinched and stumbled back.

“Get out.”  Kaidan reached down and grabbed his collar.  “And don't come back.”

“And just who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?”  Wrex came out of the office and stood behind Kaidan.

“Because I told him he could.  Come around my gym and cause trouble again and we'll call the cops.”

“Oh and you'll love dealing with them.  The chief is Anderson.”  Shepard waved at him as he glared at her.  Kaidan lifted him and literally tossed him out of the gym, dragging him across the gym floor to do it.

“Ass.”  Shepard breathed a shaky breath before she gave Grunt a small smile.  “Just need a minute.” She saw Kaidan's shadow on the ring and thought about how to explain it.  He simply tugged her up and in for a hug. It nearly broke her calm facade.

“How did you not kill him for what he did?”

“It wouldn't have erased what he did.  My CO did give me an opportunity for some revenge.  I wasn't joking when I said I put him in the hospital.  While I can't usually approve of revenge, I admit it was satisfying.  And I couldn't do much since the UCMJ would've punished me too. But my lawyer was too good to let that happen, I got off with a minor infraction.”  Kaidan sighed and nodded. The rules were a bit old school. “Pretty sure my lawyer had a field day in that courtroom. He chewed them all up and down about consent, distribution, and even managed to tack on a ‘what if a minor saw this?’ spiel to the whole thing.”  She chuckled even as the tears leaked out.

“I left before I found out what happened to him.  Got a compassionate reassignment. This was the first time in almost five years that I've seen him.  Didn't think it would bring me back to the morning after it happened.” That wasn't a memory she enjoyed revisiting.

“Well, he is a liar and lower than dirt.”  Kaidan told her as she curled her fingers at his sides.  Corinne Shepard rarely needed a shoulder, she was tough as nails and could deal with almost anything with snark.  Seeing her this vulnerable hit something in him and he didn't like it. “I wish I could bring him back and hit him.”  Shepard laughed.

“I appreciate the thought.”

“I'm serious Shepard.”  Her lips trembled from the laughter inside.  

“I believe you.  If he comes around again I'll let you be my knight in shining armor, deal?”  Shepard grinned as she kissed his cheek. He nodded. A loud sniffle from behind them broke through the tender moment.

“What!?”  Grunt yelled as Vega elbowed him.  “That's so beautiful.”

Shepard buried her face in Kaidan's shoulder and mumbled something.  “What'd she say?” Grunt asked.

“I said I'm gonna kick your ass kid!”  Shepard told him. She stepped back and gave Kaidan a rare soft smile.  His heart kicked up a notch before she whirled on her heel and marched over to Grunt to poke his ribs.  

Who could ever love her indeed?  That thought didn't scare him like it usually did.  Instead it brought up ideas that had no business being in his head.  Kaidan shook his head quickly and smiled as he watched Shepard wipe the floor with Grunt in training.