#this is kind of a day one prompt filler too

[kingflups]

Turns out there is an unexpected upside to the world ending: you can almost forget the sting of your date standing you up. Almost.

Day two of Serrenedy Pride Week - Racoon City

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

A KISS MEANT FOR ME

Pairings: Eddie munson x fem!reader Summary: Graduation us supposed to be an exciting day, and it is for Eddie, but not when something he wants so desperately gets taken away from him. Warnings: kissing (one is forced), fighting, punches, Jason, hints to a jerking off, mentions of sex (referred to as 'banging'), jizz, or cum, but no actual sex

This is short, shit and melodramatic, but it prompts for the future chapters, so it's kind of a filler- I guess.

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Graduation.

Oh, how Eddie has longed for this day.

His third attempt had finally made the cut, and it was all because of you.

You.

Oh, how Eddie has longed for you.

Ever since that first 'date' at the fair, it's always been about you, and where you are, and what you're doing.

He thought that kiss in his van at Prom was finally going to do it.

He was finally able to have you.

But that all went down the drain when the next school day, you acted as if nothing ever happened.

So, he did too.

But this. This was graduation he was currently getting ready for; he had to go out with a bang, literally.

Because how good does a nice bang in the back of his van sound? he'd do it rough, soft, hard, passionate, slow or fast- whatever you wanted he'd do it to please so-

Eddie took his hand out of his pants, looking down at the jizz that covered his palm, dropping the oh-so-explicit magazine from his other hand.

He was trying to find his graduation cap that he had been given his first senior year- before being told he wasn't going to graduate- that is.

But, instead of throwing it out, or burning it in spite of this shitty hell hole called Hawkins, Wayne made him keep it, saying he would need it when he graduated next year.

So, when Eddie was told he wouldn't graduate again, Wayne almost let him burn it.

Almost.

But alas, he kept it once again.

He pulled out an old box from under his bed, having a distant memory of him kicking it under there those two years ago.

That's when he got distracted of what was in those boxes.

It was unlike him to say he almost forgot about his precious beauties.

All those worn-down pages, he picked and chose when he bought them, ripping out the once he didn't care about when he first flicked through them, because if he wanted to ease his relief, he'd want to have a quick and easy access to what he licked, not bullshitting and wasting time actually trying to find it.

But they just didn't work, he figured out pretty quickly how his mind kept driving back to you, that was when he pictured his favourite photo as well... you.

That's how Eddie's fastest and best wank he's ever had happened.

But alas, he wiped his hand on a tissue he reached over and grabbed from the wooden milk crate he used as a bedside table.

Then he threw the now useless magazine away in its box once more, probably not to be touched in a while now that he's learnt he can picture you.

But now he can't get you out of his head again, he can't wait to see you today. All dolled up and looking pretty for the pictures of you shaking Principal Higgins hand.

He can't wait to kiss you stupid when you throw your caps in the air.

Then.

Maybe then you'll act like something happened between you two, because Eddie's been losing himself over the frustration of you ignoring him.

Well- not ignoring.

You've just been finding opportunities to leave every time you're alone together, excusing yourself from the table when Eddie starts directly talking to you. Taking a different way in the hallway so you could get away from walking with him.

Yeah.

You were ignoring him.

But You didn't mean it in a mean way.

It wasn't like you regretted the kiss, or thought it was bad.

You liked it, you wanted to do it again, actually.

But you couldn't do it to yourself.

How do you tell him he's all you want? that he's all you can think about and that you want so much more than just a kiss?

What if he regretted it? thought you were a bad kisser?

You'd probably crawl up into a ball and cry.

That's why you didn't want to talk to him, fearing you'd blurt all your feelings out and embarrass yourself.

But you didn't need to worry about that anymore, Prom was two weeks ago, and today, today is your last day.

Your last day of school, last day of worry.

Of seeing Eddie.

He's talked about this day so many times, how he'd snatch the diploma and run the fuck out of here.

That's also why you couldn't tell him.

Because while you were fine with staying in the shitty hell hole, he was basically already leaving, on his way to be the hottest rockstar of the decade.

You were fine with that, at least in a few years, you could say that you're first kiss was 'Eddie Munson, the heartthrob of metal'

But if you had it your way, you'd make him stay.

But you knew you couldn't do that, one kiss doesn't mean he'd drop his dreams for a maybe-future

You couldn't do that.

No matter how much you wanted.

So, you got ready with a smile on your face.

Maybe you'd get a kiss goodbye.

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Eddie’s smile never wavered as he climbed the few stairs of the stage, each step a small victory in his own chaotic way. At the top, he found Higgins standing by a makeshift podium, a single sheet of paper clutched in his hand. His ticket to get the fuck out of here.

Higgins extended his hand in a congratulatory gesture, expecting the usual boisterous handshake from the metalhead who had defied every odd that had been stacked against him.

But Eddie didn’t immediately take it. He stared down at his calloused hand, as if weighing the significance of this offer, the promise of escape written in that flimsy piece of paper.

For a long, suspended moment, he seemed to be lost in thought, the bustling room around him fading into a blur.

Then, almost imperceptibly, he slowly raised his hand and allowed Higgins’s hand to meet his. Their grip was firm, charged with unspoken meaning. In that handshake lay a silent agreement- Eddie was stepping forward, even if his mind was still tangled in all his choices.

And you watched from your seat as Eddie looked out the crowd, looking out to you and Jeff, and out to Wayne in the family section, a camera in his hand, filming Eddie with tears brimming his eyes.

You weren't there for the start in Eddie's world, and nor do you think you'll be there for the end, but at least you got to see this.

The sun dipped, casting a warm, golden hue over the school football field, now transformed into a sea of folding chairs and proud families. The air buzzed with excitement and the faint scent of blooming flowers, a perfect backdrop for the culmination of years of hard work.

Eddie stood among his fellow graduates, the weight of the moment pressing on him. His fingers nervously traced the edges of his cap, a symbol of triumph over the struggles that had once seemed insurmountable. The murmurs of the crowd faded into a dull hum as his thoughts drifted to you. You, who had been his anchor, his confidant, the spark that ignited his determination.

Across the field, you sat with your classmates, stealing glances at Eddie.

Your heart raced, each beat a reminder of the unspoken words and lingering glances that had defined your relationship friendship. The memory of your prom night kiss played on a loop in your mind, a bittersweet melody of hope and hesitation.

As the ceremony progressed, names were called, diplomas handed out, and applause erupted in waves.

Eddie stood between you and Jeff, laughing silently as teachers made announcements, giving a final farewell to the students, bidding them a good life- given they were leaving this town.

Eddie stood between you and Jeff, sharing silent laughter as teachers delivered their final farewells, wishing students well in their future endeavors beyond Hawkins. The atmosphere was a blend of nostalgia and anticipation, each word a reminder of the chapter closing behind them.

Turning your head, your gaze settled on Eddie. The soft evening light accentuated his features, casting gentle shadows that highlighted the sharp lines of his jaw and the sparkle in his eyes. His unruly dark brown hair framed his face, the curls catching the light in a way that made him look effortlessly captivating. He wore his signature Hellfire Club t-shirt beneath his graduation gown, a testament to his unapologetic individuality. The silver chains around his neck glinted subtly, adding to his distinctive charm. In that moment, he looked so effortlessly handsome, a sight that made your heart flutter.

As the ceremony progressed, names were called, diplomas handed out, and applause erupted in waves. Each cheer brought the graduates closer to the moment they'd toss their caps skyward, symbolizing the end of one journey and the beginning of another.

Eddie's name echoed through the speakers, and he stepped forward with a confident stride, his signature grin plastered across his face. The crowd's applause seemed louder, a testament to the challenges he'd overcome to reach this point. You couldn't help but join in, your claps fueled by genuine pride and affection.

Returning to his spot beside you, Eddie's excitement was palpable. He nudged you playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Can you believe it? We actually made it," he whispered, leaning closer so only you could hear.

You smiled, warmth spreading through you at his proximity. "I never doubted it for a second," you replied, your voice soft yet sincere.

The principal's voice rose above the murmurs, announcing the final moments of the ceremony. "Graduates, please rise." Chairs scraped against the ground as everyone stood, caps in hand, ready for the traditional toss.

"On the count of three," the principal began, "one... two... three!"

Caps soared into the air, a flurry of colors and jubilant shouts filling the space. Laughter and cheers echoed, the collective joy of accomplishment resonating among the graduates.

Amidst the celebration, Eddie turned to you, his expression softening. Time seemed to slow as he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. The world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in that fleeting moment.

But before either of you could speak, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Well, if it isn't the freak and his little admirer," Jason Carver sneered, his tone dripping with disdain.

Eddie's jaw tightened, his hand instinctively moving to shield you from Jason's presence. "Back off, Carver. Today's not the day."

Jason chuckled, a malicious glint in his eyes. "What? Do you like her or something?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. You turned to Eddie, hope and uncertainty swirling within you, waiting for his response.

But Eddie remained silent, his eyes avoiding yours, the words caught in his throat.

Jason looked between the two of you, a smirk on his lips "I guess that's a no, right?"

Eddie slowly looked at you, his eyes hung low with doubt in his eyes, he frowned, looking back to Jason

Carver shrugged, stepping closer to you "well I guess you won't mid if I do this-"

Eddie watched as Jason gripped your arm, moving quickly before you moved away to smash his lips on yours.

All Eddie could hear was the word 'mine' over and over again in his head as he tried to process what was happening.

He saw you struggling to get the athlete off of you, and that's when Eddie finally snapped out of it.

Pushing Jason off of you, he punched him, not noticing the way you wiped your lips and panted for air, hiding behind him as Jason laughed at the two of you

"oohoo, guess I pressed the wrong button, she liked it, didn't you?" the blonde looked over at you and you frowned, holding Eddie's arm "cute, two freaks together, it's perfect"

Eddie pulled you off his arm, pushing Jason away, taking him by the robe, muttering him something you couldn't hear.

You assumed it was a threat because the Carver boy scoffed, rolling his eyes "yeah, right"

"You don't want to test me right now, Jason, leave my girl alone"

Now it was your turn to scoff, his girl?

Nuh uh, he can't get away with saying shit like that. you kissed him one time and he hasn't mentioned it since.

"I'm not your girl" you butted in.

Eddie's grip on Jason falters as he looks back at you, noticing your furrowed eyebrows as he frowns.

Just because you wouldn't give him the chance to ask doesn't mean you're not his girl, you are, and he'd be damned if you would refuse that now.

"sweetheart-" He started before you walked away.

Eddie was confused, you're the one that kissed him- but now you don't want to be his girl, what type of bullshit what that?

So, he reluctantly let go of Jason with a shove, following after you as he called your name.

He dodged students who flooded the field, saying goodbye to classmates and leaving the school one last time.

"sweets, please" he spoke in a rush, his feet fast in pace as he trailed after you.

but you didn't want him to catch you.

Because it might be the last time.

He can't call you his girl when he's about to leave, that's just not fair.

But he caught up to you anyway, making you hold your breath as he stood in front of you, the gentle hold he has on you burns your arm.

"Are you upset at me or somethin'?" he asked in a hushed voice

You shook your head "no"

"Mad?"

You shook your head again "no"

He dropped your arm "then what's going on? what did I do? it seems like every time something happens between us, it's always my fault, and then you ignore me without a reason. I don't enjoy you pretending I don't exist when you kissed me just 2 weeks ago! so tell me why I'm at fault, because at this point, I feel like you're just messing with me"

You looked up at him, shaking your head, your mouth agape as you find the words "nothing...it's just- nothing..."

"It can't be nothing... if it'd bothering you then tell me...all I said was that you're my girl"

That made something inside of you snap, you were not his girl, you would never be his girl, as much as you wanted to be.

He hasn't even asked you, let alone talk about what happened that night, yet he says something now? right when he's about to leave?

"I am not your girl! I will never be your girl and that's completely your fault"

He stood still for a moment, letting your words sink in.

how is it my fault? Eddie asked himself

"How? I mean I'm calling you my girl, so how is my fault that you're not?"

You sighed "b-because-"

He stepped forward, cutting you off "how is it my fault when I've been trying to talk to you, only for you to ignore me every time I got one word out?"

You stepped back, almost tripping on your heel of your shoe before he caught you, stepping forward, his grip on your elbow was harsh but oh so gentle at the same time.

It almost reflects what he's feeling right now, frustration, but with a tang of...hurt.

And you could sense that in his eyes, the way they bored into yours, the way his nostrils flared, and his lips pursed.

"How is it my fault, sweetheart, please tell me. I think I'm being very clear with my feelings, and I'm done with you pretending you don't have them yourself"

He was right, but so wrong at the same time.

You weren't pretending, you'd never pretend like you didn't like him, that you didn't want to kiss him stupid until you were drunk of his lips, you never denied it.

You've just never said it.

"I'm not pretending. But you're pretending like it's going to go somewhere"

"what's going anywhere?" he furrowed

It was no surprise how he failed his classes for 3 years, especially with his struggle to understand this situation.

What would be the point of all of this if he wouldn't be here?

What would it do? what would it achieve? nothing.

Absolutely nothing, only desperation and pleads to stay on your end.

But you couldn't change his mind, no matter what you could say, he was leaving Hawkins, and that was that he'd find some pretty goth girl to fall in love with in the city and you'd probably settle for some boring douche here, where you'll aways be, years down the line, waiting for the day he comes back.

He had his heart set on leaving, saying it almost every day. Even when you weren't friends, you'd hear him boast about leaving in the hallways, fading away as an echo before you could think twice, before you could even comprehend that in the future, in the near future, it would affect you in so many ways, how his mere being would affect you.

Why would he give you this opportunity to tell your secret right when he was about to leave, why would he give you this chance and then take it away from you without a second glance.

He couldn't be so cruel

"Well for starters, you're leaving Hawkins, are you not?" you stared at him intently, watching as he licked his lips, letting go of you once more.

He tapped his foot on the freshly mowed grass. biting the inside of his cheek, he nodded once, then silence, then he nodded again

"Do you want me to?" He asked, almost selfishly, but the way he looked at you said something entirely different

You frowned "what?"

He spoke in a rush "do you want me to leave"

You were silent, looking away, your eyes wandering around the almost empty field, following the figures of classmates you hope to never see again.

"It's your life, why would I-" he shook his head at the beginning of your sentence, stepping away

"Do you..want me... to stay" he spoke carefully, slowly, repeating himself yet again as if you didn't understand him before.

"Do what you want! it's your fucking life, you can make your own decisions, why do you need my opinion?" you spat, growing tired. You've had a long day, to start, all the way to now, silently wishing him not to go.

The rise and fall of his chest did little to make you feel better about what you said, the clench of his fist by his side, his wild hair that blew in the light wind. You just wanted him to leave.

Make it easier, because God anything would be easier than this. You'd finally be able to breathe again, that you'd be able to go a day without finding him so incredibly perfect.

He was such an asshole. But my, oh my, did you love him.

"Go! be a rockstar for all I care, go to LA, New York, Boston, I don't give a shit, not about that and not about you!"

Eddie wanted to hear 5 simple words, 14 basic letters.

Or even better, 1 word, 4 letters

He wanted to hear you say 'stay'

He's never understood the feeling in which you give him.

Why you make him feel this way.

He'd never understand it, because just as he thinks he's got you figured you out, just when he thinks you like him like how he likes you, you tell him to go.

So he will, He'd do anything for you, if you wanted him to stay, he'd stay. if you told him to leave, he'd leave and never come back, leaving the pain of knowing he'd never see that sweet face of yours again.

So, with a nod to his head, he stepped away, and away, and away. mumbling.

"ok..." he said simply, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue "fine"

You stood still, immediately regretting your choice of words, he was right, you pretended like you didn't have feelings for him. But it was easier this way, right?

Eddie scratched the back of his neck, feeling foolish, he shouldn't have said anything, she should have let you be, ignoring him, anything would be less painful than hearing the one he loves to tell him she didn't give a shit about him.

He's never experienced this before, and hell if he'd go through that shit again, you're so fucking confusing and it's giving him a headache.

"See you then" he whispered, turning on his heels.

He shouldn't have turned when everyone tossed their caps in the air, he should have thought about kissing you in that moment, and he definitely shouldn't have thought about how Carver stole that kiss. It was supposed to be meant for him, Eddie and you.

Because ever since you kissed him in his van, all he's been able to talk about is how good your lips felt against his, moving perfectly together, they were so smooth, the perfect amount of lip-gloss applied to your pink lips.

Eddie might have been foolish to think how your lips were made for each other, how the tint of the gloss smudged onto him, and you had to wipe it off with a giggle.

He had fixed yours too, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip before kissing you again, feeling you squirm but lean closer.

Eddie must have been foolish to think the look in your eyes when you pulled away was drunk in love, and that it was for him.

But hey, congrats to you, right? Eddie thought.

What a perfect little minx to play with his feelings.

But he didn't care, he was going to leave this town and you behind. He's going to show you what you were missing, make you miss him.

God, you already missed him, and he was only 5 meters away, giving Wayne a half hug as he congratulated his nephew.

You'd take it all back right now, but the damage is done, you didn't only protect yourself, but him too.

You'd only bring him down, all while he was trying to reach the top.

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[archivingfanfiction]

safe and stranded

by anatheme

AU in which right after Shen Qingqiu self-destructed as a final act of kindness to Luo Binghe in Huayue City, the resulting clash between his qi and the recoil from Xin Mo affected the SYSTEM. In order to troubleshoot itself, it prompted Shen Qingqiu to accept a one-time filler event. Then it dumped Shen Qingqiu in the middle of his apartment, in his old life as Shen Yuan with zero cultivation for the next three days. And it brought Luo Binghe with him, too. Motherfucker.

The SYSTEM was down. Shen Qingqiu was in his own home, in his own very frail human body, with zero cultivation, and with the protagonist he literally died for in his bedroom. They were stuck together for three days. Three days. Well. Who needed the circus? He was the entire act by himself!

[this-is-krikkit]

hello Kit

i just read 'mouthy' and i can tell you that you made my evening with this fic <3 thank you for writing such good and sweet t4t levihan

this truth and dare game sounds fun! how about 🍓 🛼 🍄 (maybe for erurihan?) 🍅 🐝 🎨 ?

i hope it's not too much though... (❀ˆᴗˆ)

oooh Victoria thank you!! i'm very happy you liked it 🥹🥹 thanks for letting me know ♥️🥰😘

-> wanna play writer's truth and dare with me?

🍓how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

well, i started writing when i was huh...... ten i think? and i wrote fanfiction back then, i just did not know what it was (and definitely didn't post it hahaha). i got into it on purpose when i got into my first online fandom, through discussing ideas with other fans and reading their fave fics!

🛼 describe your latest wip with five emojis

hummmm let's see. i think this is the wip i'm closest to posting right now (when i get a minute to work on it ughh):

🏢🪽💢🚬💑

🍄 share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

for erurihan as you asked: i like to think they took FOREVER to get together, not because they're a tryad, not because they're busy af in canonverse or any AU i imagine them in, but because they're, all three of them, the absolute fucking worst motherfuckers alive. hange is oblivious as fuck, levi's sure both of his crushes are unrequited, and erwin's the most repressed asshole on earth who took one look at his own feelings and went "NOPE" and closed that door (or did he?)

writing them is painful in fics when they aren't established (which i know i haven't shared any of those actually sorry for the tease lmao), but it's also very Them x)

🍅 give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

sure!! here goes my one biggest criticism i give myself each and every day: i don't think i'm very good at conveying intentions when it's not like with one strong line of dialogue or one crucial point in the fic. i feel like a lot of my fics are... unbalanced in that way, as a result?with strong moments that i love to reread that make me feel stuff (and hopefully my readers too), and "filler" moments that i cringe at without fail each time bc im like, dude did you even try?? so, i need to work on breaching that gap of quality i feel exists within most of my fics... i'm just not very sure how.

also, sometimes i try to be funny, and when i reread my stuff, i realize smth i thought was hilarious at the time of posting is actually pretty lame. so i should either stop trying to be funny, or get better at it x)

🐝 tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

honestly, anyone who comments on my fics or leave me any kind of feedback and people who send prompts, all of you i consider a huge support and i thank you all so much for it!! ♥️♥️

now i do have to mention @nube55 as not so much my biggest supporter, but definitely the #1 victim of my overly enthusiastic ass and the dozens of new wips i come up with in a week's time 😁😁 honey (yes 🍯 that's right), you're always happy to listen to my ideas and chime in, so just know i love you and how much support we give each other (in fandom things and others 💜)

🎨 link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

i can't actually do that as my all time levihan fave art was shared through dms and i was told not to post it publicly! but this one is another one of my faves, here (don't thank me, just give op some love!!):

[chocoblep]

#16: Tempering Expectations

Prompt: Third-rate

Lydjana had been toiling over these new sleeping capsules for days, and she couldn’t understand why they weren’t working. The ballistics force that was being applied to them was the same as it had been before, as she’d been using her hand cannon both then and now to test. They weren’t as aerodynamic, which was to be expected considering they were half-filled with liquid, but the worst part was that half of them were breaking open when they came out of the barrel. That was a far cry from breaking on impact, which was the intended result.

At first, she thought the compound might have been too heavy, so she launched a dummy capsule with a lesser amount of water in it. This, too, broke when she shot it, so she recalibrated the hand cannon for a lighter shot and tried again. When she still met with no success and a very wet mud puddle, she decided to use the last of her previous batch of mix to make a few more capsules. There wasn’t enough for more than a couple, so she only molded two, and went to grab something to eat as she waited for them to set.

When she came back, she tried the same experiment, and the capsule soared through the air and hit her target with a loud thunk, breaking open and splashing it with the water she’d filled it with. Initially, excitement filled her and she whooped–she was getting somewhere! It was short-lived, though, because almost as soon as she’d cheered her success she realized why she’d been struggling so much. So she gathered up three capsules–the last old one, and two of the new ones she’d made–and tucked them gently into her satchel, leaving her testing grounds behind.

The Sapphire Avenue Exchange was packed this time of day, and as Lydi approached the alchemist’s market stall she usually brought her mix from, she was so tired, hot, and frustrated that she barely had a filter left. She dropped all three capsules onto the counter and then slammed her palms on either side of them, causing the Lalafell behind it to jump in surprise and the capsules to hop an ilm in the air before settling again on the wooden surface.

“Ah, Lydjana! Wh-what can I do for you?”

“Do you want to explain to me why, Hihimori, when using the exact same process, add-ins, equipment, environment, and gun  to make and fire these capsules, two of these will break apart on the shot and only one will break apart when it hits its target?” she asked, leaning forward. To crowd over the counter. A nearby merchant glanced at them, but quickly looked away.

“Probably a molding issue,” the lalafell replied, though he sounded less sure of that than he likely intended. “That kind of stuff is finicky–”

“How many batches of this mix have I bought from you?” she asked, cutting him off.

“A-A dozen, at least!” he replied.

“And I pay you well?”

“You do, lass!” he replied.

“And you’ve been putting filler in it recently?” She asked quickly, in the same tone as her last question.

“Yes–I mean, no! Shite…”  The man brought a small hand to drag down his face, sighing. “Yes, but it’s not what you think. The powder I put in this batch I had to substitute because my regular shipment never arrived, and it’s just as strong as the other–”

“No!” Lydjana slammed one hand against the counter, silencing him, and then picked up two of the capsules. She opened them both, showing him their construction. “Exact same shape, exact same thickness,” she growled, and then pulled a heavy book from her satchel and settled it on top of both of them. They held it perfectly straight, without bending. “Looks great, right? They’re both pretty strong. But watch this shit. Give it thirty seconds.”

Pulling the book away, she opened both capsules again and then pulled out her water skin, pouring a small amount of liquid into each one. Then she closed them and settled the book on them again. After about ten seconds, the new mixture’s capsule began to lose its integrity, the book listing atop it. After twenty, the book had moved enough that the other capsule came loose and rolled the length of the counter until Lydi stopped it with her hand, and as the book settled again, the capsule broke entirely beneath it, water splattering the counter and dripping down between the wood planks.

“Bugger me!” the alchemist said, quickly moving to pull whatever was under the counter from the dripping.

“I told you when I first ordered this that there would be liquid in these capsules. Did you think to test the mixture’s viability with liquid in them? It looks like your new powder is dissolving into it, and not only does that destroy the integrity of the capsule, but also ruins the potency of whatever’s inside it! You are either going to replace this batch with a legitimate one, or return my payment and I will do business elsewhere.”

The Lalafell raised his chin, fixing her with a glare. “I’ll replace half of the batch, if you bring back the faulty mixture,” he countered.

Lydi leaned forward just a touch more, her green eyes full of fire. “The entire batch, and here is the rest of your faulty mixture.” She shoved the only capsule remaining on the counter at him.

“Already used! I have no use for this!”

“Yes, well neither do I!” Lydi snapped, and then her voice rose. “And if I hadn’t been testing with this, I could have been killed because of it! Do you want that on your hands? Killing your customers because you didn’t test your damned substitute!?”

The lalafellan man widened his eyes, and at that moment a  hyuran man approached the counter with his hand resting on the pommel of the short sword at his hip and bearing the insignia of the Brass Blades on his coat, and Lydi straightened when she saw him.

“What’s the ruckus? You’re attractin’ attention.”

“This man sold me a mixture meant to form capsules for projectile-based delivery of substances, and substituted with inferior, ineffective ingredients without informing me of that change. He also charged me the same price he would have if he’d used the actual mixture we agreed upon. I was very specific with my request. You don’t mess around like this when it comes to guns and safety!”

The merchant looked between Lydi and the Brass Blade, and then sighed. “Here,” he said, moving to one of his ledgers and drawing a finger down the list. Then he counted out the exact amount that she’d paid him, and handed it over. 

“For the trouble. And I’ll replace the full batch, but I’m still waiting on the main ingredient. Apparently the original caravan they sent got attacked by a pack of jackals and lost it, but some mercenary took out the pack leader and they dispersed. Heard it was a bunch of shenanigans involved with that. They’re sending a replacement, but it won’t be here for a few more days.” He hesitated when she shook her head, his hand dropping with the gold still in his fingers. “Well then, do you want the recipe so you can take it somewhere else?”

“No! No,” Lydi said, taking a deep breath. “I paid for it, so keep the money if you’re replacing it. It’s the product I want. And trust me when I say you’re the only one I’ve found so far who’s managed to get it right and is able to produce it regularly, so I’d like to continue buying it from you. But hear me when I say this: When I order this in the future, no substitutes unless you discuss it with me first. I will find out eventually, and I don’t want to find out by getting injured or worse.”

“Yeah. You’ve always been level-headed, you just… surprised me roaring up like a Behemoth and I got defensive.”

The hyur looked between the two of them and raised his brows. “Everything’s good, then? No need to intervene?”

“No, sir,” both of them said in unison, and then Lydi leaned against the counter again, this time a touch more relaxed. The man nodded and returned to his post.

“Look, Mori, I like you, but I thought you were trying to pull a fast one on me, and when it comes to my guns, I can’t afford to mess around like that.” She gave him an apologetic look. “So I’m sorry I started in on you like that jackal that delayed your shipment, I just spent the whole day trying to figure out why these things were breaking left and right and I was really angry.”

The man took another deep breath and then let out a little laugh. “I like you too, Lydi, you’re a generous gal, and you’re right, I should have told you. Time’s money, and truth be told, I was busy and forgot about the liquids thing. My solemn promise that I’ll talk to you about it in the future.” 

“Well, you know what they say, mother is the necessity of invention. Maybe we can put our heads together when this happens and come up with something even better, yeah?”

“Aye.” He paused, and then looked up to her. “What were you gonna put in those capsules, anyway?”

“A sleeping draught that vaporizes when it comes into contact with outside air, and acts quickly on inhale.”

“Shite, you weren’t lying when you said that could be dangerous!” he exclaimed, just as another customer walked up to the counter. 

“Yeah. Someone shoots it, it explodes in their face, they fall asleep. Whatever they’re shooting at would either run off or shoot back.” Lydi collected the book and wiped it off, sticking it back in her satchel along with her last good capsule.

“Let me keep this faulty capsule. Maybe we can find a use for this mixture, eh? I’ve got a couple ideas. I’ll let you know when the original stuff comes back in and we can get you a good batch. And remind me not to make you mad!” He turned to acknowledge his new customer. “Hey, May! I’ve got your potions here, give me just a second to grab ‘em!” Then he looked to Lydi once more as he began fishing through the crate he’d pulled out from beneath the counter. “Do you need anything else before you go? I’ve got a few energy additives I’ve been working on if you want a sample or two on the house for the trouble.”

“Energy additives?” Lydi asked, wrinkling her nose in confusion.

“Aye! Add it to your water skin and it’ll keep ya goin’ like coffee. It’s derived from a nopalitender blossom extract from Tural, and I’ve been working on flavoring it. It’s been working pretty good! I’ve managed to almost replicate La Noscean Orange, and the grape one’s pretty much settled.” He spoke fast as he packaged up the potions, and then made the exchange with his customer and put the gold in his till.

“Oh… Sure! I’ll try it!”

As he bagged up a couple little powder packets and handed them over, he gave instructions on how much to use for a full skin of water, and Lydi had to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, finally.

“Well here I am, trying to put monsters to sleep, and you’re trying to wake me up!”

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Obscutober 2024 Day 10: Rampike 🥀

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Rampike (n.)

a broken or dead tree, especially the bleached skeleton or splintered trunk of a tree killed by fire.

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Maybe the most October-appropriate word on the list so far! 🎃

This one came out more simple kind of by accident, but it works because I’m still pleased with it & have some IRL things to work around today.

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk more about my thoughts/process for this piece—Simple or not, I still have plenty to say! ✨

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After a brief break from the nouns yesterday, we're back with what I would say is one of the more "useful" words that made the prompt list. In nothing else, this is almost certainly the most "October-appropriate" word so far.

Also, Fun Fact: There actually two trees in my yard that if they're not "rampikes" already, they probably will be in the future. It was a dark and stormy night (literally!) back in July, and around 3 or 4 in the morning, there was a massive CRACK of thunder—easily the loudest I've heard in my life—and I legitimately thought at the time that it felt like the lightning had struck our property specifically. Sure enough, the next day when we went outside, there were very visible scars scorched into the upper halves of two dizzyingly tall pine trees that stand together, like twins, in the backyard.

And believe it or not, that didn't really cross my mind when I picked this word out for the list. I did have the passing thought, "Oh hey I guess we kinda have one of those," and that was it! My main motivation for putting it on the list when I was going back through the word candidates I'd picked and making cuts was actually the spooky/October connections.

But hey, it made for a fun story! 🤗

As for the art: I kept things simple for today, but that was actually mostly unintentional for a change. But it does work out because (as I believe I mentioned yesterday) I have some other IRL things I'm having to balance today's Obscutober around. And I do kind of prefer having more simple results but feeling like I covered everything I wanted to vs. having a super detailed mandala where I'm still not sure I accomplished everything I wanted to.

I started with, of course, the split trees, because it was kind of essential they be included and be very prominent (at least in my book). The rest of the mandala was built around them; squiggles to represent the roots, a bit of grass-like representation near the base of the trees, then the larger triangles can either be more vegetation or maybe distant mountains—you decide!

I did pause for a moment after that, unsure of what to do with the empty space that was left and definitely did need something for filler.

Fortunately, the definition helped me out—I opted to do some swirls that are meant to be either wind or a representation of the storm clouds wind strong enough to break big, old trees would come with.

After that, the color scheme was easy. I went for mostly stormy blues, but also I tried to get kind of a lightning effect—but intentionally still abstract/loose—to highlight the splits in the trees, and I did let the tree trunks and the "grass" have touches of color just to help sell the imagery a bit better. It was at this stage that I decided I'd previously added too much hatching to the trees and the dotted triangle borders. Since I have a lot of thinner (white) lines here and was going for a stormy look, the extra white was just competing too hard for visual attention and made the whole thing look way more crowded than it actually is. You can see I left a little hatching on the trees for texture, but that's alk the hatching that survived.

...And that was it! And I don't feel like I really left anything out or missed anything! Unfortunately this is one of the words that I think maybe would have benefitted more from my usual mini-magnet shenanigans more than this mandala one. That's not to say I'm unhappy with how this art turned out—I like it a lot, actually! I just think the concept of broken trees brings out more of the poet in me than the artist, so I'm left wondering what I could've come up with in that other format that might have been deeper/had more substance to it.

Maybe that's something that could be properly explored at another time, but you Sparklers know how I am with hypothetical future projects like that. 😅 I'm going to focus on finishing what I've already started here first!

And I do think that finishes up what I wanted to tell you Sparklers about this piece today. Simple and more to-the point, which is kind of a nice change. They don't all need to be super complex!

So you Sparklers enjoy, and now I get to see how much trouble I have trying to do the cross-posting between those IRL things I mentioned working around. Somehow, I doubt that process will be as simple as the mandala itself was...🙃

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Artwork  © me, MysticSparklewings

Obscutober Concept Inspired by nikolas_tower

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State of the Fics

It's been awhile, but since I got laid off from my job, a lot of my writing kind of fell into shambles. However, I've started to pick up the pieces again. So let's get going down the list.

The Insurgent King

This has been a lot of the focus of things I've been dealing with lately. I recently finished story 3 ("The King's Gambit"), which is a Regis POV flashback story to show how the fall of Insomnia happened in this AU.

Now, I'm working on story 4, "A Metropolis Under Twilight," which will be an adventure in the occupied Insomnia with Noctis and Prompto. They may be older and changed by their lives since they began this underground operation, but it will show that some things still don't change that much.

The Insurgent King will be 11 stories accompanied by a number of side stories. At this point, the side story count has gone up to 7. All of these are expected to be single chapter shorts that fill in the blanks of stuff between the major stories themselves.

Once again, think of Insurgent King like a TV series in its storytelling. You'll have major "episodes" and then some that are kind of filler, with a little bit of additional content for the overarching narrative.

The next side story that will be published on AO3 is called 'Illumino.'

dal segno al coda

This is still in the works. I'd put part 1 at like 70% complete. The first third of part 1 has been handed off to my crew of beta readers and once I have the initial writing of part 1 at 100%, with all of it ready for beta, I will likely begin publishing it to AO3. I can't promise a regular schedule with this when that comes, especially with parts 2 and 3 out there.

Regardless, we're getting closer.

Date Night, the last of the two preview stories, is almost done. I think I'm about 50% complete with chapter 4 of that story as well.

Twilight

A Part to Play - This is going to be a really really long one-shot. And it's about halfway done.

Ebb and Flow - I've started writing this, but I have no intention of posting this until I'm done with the series. This is decisively the end of it.

There are a few other stories - I've got one about the puzzle box and one with Noct and Sania running into each other again. Additionally, I've got another 'on the job' short started.

Random Questions

My Ys based prompt series is in the works still. I've picked at a few things on it again recently. And I'll look back at it again down the line. I'm just super focused on other stories right now.

Other Stories

Helldiving - A silly FFXV & Helldivers crossover, mostly in the fact that it's the guys playing Helldivers. I need to make a lot of media before I get any further into this.

Untitled One-Shot FFXV Crossover Fic - Started. I have the intro, but I need to write for the other half of it. This will be not too different from how the FFXV event worked in FFXIV.

Inconvenient Blessings - Little Noct and Regis having parenting trouble. Don't say things in front of your kids that you don't want them saying.

Barber of Insomnia (working title) - So. Uh... The Barber of Seville rewritten to work with the FFXV cast. It'll be silly.

Lost Traveler - Lost Universe and No Man's Sky crossover fic. I don't know how long this is supposed to go, yet. I don't have an endgame in it right now, but it's there.

Untitled Adol & Laxia Adventure One Shot - This is going to be a one-shot adventure of Adol and Laxia stealing back one of her dad's artifacts that had not been returned after she restored the name of her family's house. Not sure how long this is going to be.

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Below is a snippet from A Part to Play:

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Not all nights were super late, though. He was fortunate to have a relatively easy day and once he got back to the room, he shed off his dirty work clothes — covered in dust and wood shavings — and took a long hot shower. Once Noct was out and in more comfortable clothing, he was in the process of figuring out his dinner when there was a knock on the door.

When he got to the door and opened it, he had a short list of names to expect. It was most likely Aldis or Julian, and one of them needed an extra hand on a task that ran late. Of all of the possibilities of who could be there, however, his former Shield standing in front of him never had a chance to come up on the list.

With a hiss, Noct grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the room before shutting the door, "What the hell are you doing? You know that two of my long-time coworkers are also staying here, right?"

If Gladio didn't want to be dragged in, he wouldn't have. He still towered over Noct. Except he just laughed and went along with it. "I was passing through Old Lestallum and couldn't resist."

Noct still sounded testy, in spite of being glad to see his old friend. "Well, don't let Iggy hear about it."

"He's the one who told me you're here." Gladio walked across the room and looked at the pile of messy work clothes on one of the beds. The other was occupied by the familiar black dog, who currently snored away. Gladio finally dropped the plastic bag he had been carrying on the small table near the window and took a seat. "Not a bad place."

"It's not home." Noct said as he crossed the room and started to poke through the bag. It's dinner, but instead of commenting on the food, he mused out loud, "I'm surprised, though. Ignis is usually super critical when I'm too lax about hiding my identity."

"You could make it easier and introduce me to them as your cousin Gladio Gar."

"No." Noct stopped, then looked up. He sounded a lot sharper than he initially intended, but continued with it, "Don't. That's my thing."

Gladio leaned back with a smug grin. The chair groaned in protest at the large man's weight from the action. "Yeah, I know." He paused for a second, just for the timing of it. "It shouldn't be."

"I have a good cover here." Noct mumbled as he dropped into his own chair and opened the box to look through the food. It was a burger — he was surprised it wasn't Cup Noodles.

"It's about as great as a baseball cap."

"It works!" Noct grabbed a fry out of the box and threw it at Gladio. He laughed as it only bounced harmlessly off his head.

"Iggy told me that you're working on the Balouve Piano?" Gladio continued without missing a beat. "As in the Balouve Piano? The same one that you—"

It was important to try and look like he was more interested in making sure that the burger was fine. Sure, he grew and ate his own vegetables at his home, but he had a reputation to uphold. "Yes, that I was paraded in to play a song on for her fifteenth birthday, that piano." Both the lettuce and tomatoes were removed and slipped onto the wrapper.

[arshifiesta]

So now that you all have gotten a grasp on the theme, let me give you a gist of this fiesta! We'll be conducting this for the rest of the month i.e. June 2024. There will two main types of prompts:

1. Moodboards

These will be released every 4-5 days or so for you guys to ponder and come up with anything based on or inspired from the prompt (even if sometimes it ends up looking nothing like the prompt itself 🤭) and we'll be happy to reblog your creations, even if it's a three paragraph story or any kind of edit or if you want to try your hand at fan-art but have never been able to sit down and create something— take this opportunity to start creating!

2. Word Prompts

These will be filler prompts for days in between moodboard prompts so that people can keep creating! You can also combine word prompts with any of the moodboards according to your liking, there's absolutely no restrictions. Also, even if there are new prompts, you can still create based on the old ones (again, no hard and fast rules here!)

There's no particular guidelines to this Fiesta so create whatever feels right to YOU! There's no wrong or right! And if you have any questions, please feel free to ask us in the comments, through asks, or you could even dm them if you're feeling particularly shy!

If you're too worried about putting out your content then you can of course send it to us privately and we will post it for you while maintaining all privacy that we can!

In regards to how you want to post, there are several options like:

1. You want to post an edit on YouTube/Instagram/Tik tok or you want to post some writing on Wattpad/Ao3/WordPress or something that doesn't directly get posted to Tumblr— that's completely alright! Just make sure to tag this blog @arshifiesta, make sure you use the hashtag #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta and a link to whatever moodboard/word prompt you're using!

2. You want to post something on other websites as mentioned above but also want to post them here or add introduction and links that direct you to other websites— Sure you can! Again, make sure to tag us and use the proper hashtag so that we can reblog all submissions/creations!

3. You want to post on Tumblr itself but aren't sure how to go about it? Okay, so if this is the case then we suggest that you refer to this post by jalebi which will give you a flexible format to use. Mention the prompt (hyperlink it if possible!), share your work and then tag our blog and use the proper hashtag!

Note: Although, there aren't any age restrictions for submissions, we request you to add community label (mature) wherever necessary!

If anyone wants to collaborate with someone, then they're welcome to tag them in the comments to see if they're interested.

And most importantly, let's be kind to one another! 🤗 Hate of any kind will not be tolerated here. And please remember to lift up new members of the fandom by supporting their work even if you've never seen them before on this website. That's all folks!

Moodboard no.1 coming right up! Keep your eyes out for us! 👀 And don't forget to tag @arshifiesta and #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta. Remember that we cannot reblog posts that people haven't tagged us in! Also, people who post without giving credits will be warned and reported.

In case you missed the Theme Introduction Post!

Prompt Index:

Moodboard 1

Moodboard 2

Moodboard 3

Moodboard 4

Moodboard 5

[anisaanisa]

Limerence: The Masterpost ☆

I couldn't miss the opportunity for another canon-flavoured masterpost, so here I go again with Limerence. This collection is a prequel to Homecoming, so if you're not ready to say goodbye, by all means, carry on! The structure remains: above the cut lies links, and below lurks a prompt breakdown where I attempt to justify everything that just happened. Onward!

Tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Read it on AO3 ▶ Previous Masterposts: Homecoming〡Evermore

This is your rest stop. Beyond the Keep Reading banner are many words and manga caps for those with a vested interest in Inuyasha headcanons/meta/anecdotes. Snacks applicable!

The Personal Bit ☆

ALRIGHT, masks off besties. Are they your OTP? Cause they’re my OTP too, and we should consider bursting into flames about it together (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

I didn't think I’d participate with writing this year, until about a week before the event, when I was frying-panned with some notions. As a fellow bearer of the curse, it started with a seedling of Kagome looking out for Inuyasha in the modern era, whether she realised it or not and even if, logically, she knew better, and snowballed from there. So, I blasted through each prompt with the intention of keeping them short, and after a survey back, each chapter grew deceptively longer, and I thought: why not add a stair [100 words] to Kagome's case for each day?

This particular canon universe is approached thusly: the prompt is the starting point, and the characters do the rest. I don't control the narrative, the narrative controls me, type thing. Hence, chapters are plot-negative, and times skips are abundant. Anyway. Enough waxing!

Note: I am working with the Viz English translation of the Inuyasha manga with some anime filler for seasoning, and the timeframe for the 3-year separation falls loosely between 1998-2001.

Final Note: Limerence spoilers start here.

Prompt Breakdown ☆

Day 1: Love Language(s)

Summary: Kagome's been distracted. Or, I hc that Kagome spent a good amount of time away with the fairies (and trying to catch up with school) when she first got back. Thoughts and Feels:

Love Language(s) were coined in 1992; the likelihood of them being such a commonly adopted phrase/ideology was as slim as Kagome knowing what her friends were going on about. They're a relatively new conception of navigating romance, but that doesn't mean buzzwords didn't make it into those teen mags we remember so well, though! Point for fuck it we ball!

For better or worse, friends are gonna be a tad nosy, and Kagome’s definitely were. Consistently and without fail:

Chapter 23, Volume 3, Mask of Flesh ☆

—and how else to feel her “snapping back into the room” in 100 words, if not when confronted with mathematics?

Chapter 411, Volume 42, The Kind One ☆

Fun Fact: There is a small high chance I spent the most time on this one overall because trying to spin a tale in 100 words is wild.

Day 2: Possession

Summary: Kagome acts on impulse. Or, I hc that uncanny resemblances might ruin a girl's day out. Thoughts and Feels:

Okay, yeah, okay, technically the baseball cap didn't happen in the manga. But this is why filler episodes are good for the ecosystem, or something.

Shock can have a lot of side effects. Confusion, agitation, complete and utter lack of personal or road safety (to name a few), and in Kagome's case here, shoving Inuyasha-shaped familiarity under her nose when she least expected it had her acting up, because not only has the well been sealed off for X time, she was used to him acting up whenever he stepped foot in the modern era:

Chapter 392, Volume 40, A Peaceful Meal ☆

Her friends still care, though! Cause that's what friends are for! As wild of a creature as Kagome can be, they're aware of her “struggles” with her health, and are oddly used to her odd ways:

Chapter 35, Volume 4, A Little Imp ☆

Fun Fact: I rewrote that last line, like, 7 times. The free writing tag is actually fake news.

Day 3: Safe

Summary: Kagome's has a nightmare. Or, I hc that a brave face doesn't do much when she's at her most vulnerable. Thoughts and Feels:

If you've ever had nightmares/night terrors/sleep paralysis, you'll know how, well, terrifying they can be. Lucid states between sleep and wakefulness has a nasty way of warping perceptions, and with everything Kagome witnessed, her dreamscapes had to be vivid, especially after her stint in the jewel, where reality and fantasy blurred real bad, and what's worse, it taunted her about it:

Chapter 554, Volume 56, High School Life ☆

To further that point, Inuyasha gets brutal - beheadings, graphic slaughterings (sometimes at the hands of an MC eheh), you know, justgirlythings - and therefore toned down for television, as anime adaptations often are. Kagome was 15, and while she did that, it would leave a mark. Trauma, guys. We're talking about trauma now.

If the reference was caught during her tiny tale: the scene with Mama H being shook to fuck over her baby glowing is anime-only, but I really dig the idea that she knew something was up with Kagome from Day 0, really aided in reasoning why she was so okay with her daughter doing all that, thank you for understanding. Another point for filler!

Fun Fact: I…barely remember writing this one, actually, truly, read it back a week later like: don't know her. I love her like any proud mother, though!

Day 4: Modern

Summary: Kagome asks a question she doesn’t like the answer to. Or, I hc that curiosity killed the cat. Thoughts and Feels:

The trickiest one, in terms of setting. I spent too much time looking into the availability and flavours of historical records in Tokyo (particularly 2000ish, bc digital archives weren't that hot then) and came to the conclusion that while yes, it was possible for her to gain access to [something], no, it wasn't very likely she'd come across any death records, (specifically Koseki) for her friends, with the added bonus that family names are notably lacking until 1868. But take Kagome's resourcefulness + Japan's love for paperwork, and it led me here – to some kinda fake archive with fake books and fake names that could potentially be somebody that she used to know. And while I try my best to be respectful of the people and the setting I'm writing within, I asked myself bluntly, if I really gave a fuck about being accurate in this regard/fictional setting, and the answer was also: no. There isn't a Sunset Shrine either, so a fictional National Archives with The Right Documents there shall be.

Of all the Fuedal-Inuyasha characters, I feel like Sango is the one that would have Done Something to leave a mark, somewhere written on paper. You know...Badass Women For Agriculture Union [codeword for demon slaying], something. Yeah, Miroku was a holy man, but we're not talking about history right now, we're talking about Herstory.

And finally, that moment. The one where Kagome almost cracked and unleashed self-inflicted rage on some guy, cause time didn't cease to exist for them. The thing about Kagome, apart from her being an all round great character, is that she isn't tame, nor timid, and certainly no shrinking violet. But where she's brash and loud and (sometimes) quick to anger, she's also kind. And reasonable, and at the core, a wonderful person, and that duality is what makes her so lovable, relatable, and fun to write. Lookit her:

Chapter 175, Volume 185, Where They First Met ☆

Fun Fact: I really wanted to point out that Kagome was supposed to be in her high school uniform, but writing restriction said naur. Irrelevant. Also, this is my favourite chapter. Weird, right? Haha?

Day 5: Heat

Summary: Kagome hears a bump in the night. Or, I hc that stranger things have occurred than a random bout of sleepwalking while living with PTID (Post Traumatic Isekai Disorder). Thoughts and Feels:

There was a small blip in time where this chapter skewed Mature. Explicit, even. Something about imagining a certain someone in a compromising position, but then the wind changed direction, and I went for literal heat. Japanese summers are stifling, and heat...is hot. Ace card, go!

Lunar charts and such: they don't add up when you compare two points in time, 500 years apart. But there could still be some peculiar celestial moon stuff that led a sleep-deprived Kagome to have a gander at the moon, especially when it's new.

Chapter 140, Volume 15, The Other Side of the Well ☆

Inuyasha had a brilliant way of turning up when she least expected him, or staying away when she wanted to see him the most. There are little things that happen, like an open window or remnants of a dream that might stay with her upon waking, to lead her to think-maybe it was him?

Chapter 287, Volume 29, Mimisenri ☆

BEHIND THE SCENES REVEAL: Kagome was the one who opened her door and tried to feed the cat, but it didn't work, because sleepwalkers are silly. Easter Eggy Subtext: Buyo is the catalyst, but Kagome is the key. Think about it.

Chapter 494, Volume 50, Two Worlds ☆

Day 6: Courting

Summary: Kagome tries her best. Or, I hc that Kagome gives it the old college effort, a la jewel illusion. Thoughts and Feels:

Kagome's family want the best for her. Kagome's friends are boy-crazy hen-peckers. Hojo is cute, and has always shown an interest in Kagome. Therefore: it would be wild to assume she didn't at least say yes, once, to going out with him, even if she knew it really wasn't going to go anywhere:

Chapter 140, Volume 15, The Other Side of the Well ☆

Sometimes you have to do things to understand how much you don't want to do that thing. At this point in time, Kagome's coming up for graduation, she's spent almost 3 years dealing with everything that happened to her, and she's not a complete tool. However, the mind wanders, especially when you'd rather someone else's company:

Chapter 69, Volume 8, Sensing Presences ☆

She's going to give the modern era one last shot – because while romance isn't everything, it can be part of something – before throwing in the towel and saying fuck it, I tried. And as Kagome's will Kagome, she'd want to make an effort for the sake of others:

Chapter 35, Volume 4, A Little Imp ☆

Fun Fact: This chapter (and the next) ended up floating around 1.5K at first draft. I'd like to formally apologise to the words lost in transit, you will be missed.

Day 7: Smile

Summary: Kagome comes home. Or, I hc that Kagome finally puts her wants, needs and feelings first, and those might suspiciously man-shaped. Thoughts and Feels:

Yeahyeah, the “I never thought I'd write this”, we've all seen it. But it's true! Never thought I'd write a chapter retelling, and this one is that fact's poster child. They aren't my bag (to read or to write) but the ending was there all along, obviously:

Chapter 494, Volume 50, Two Worlds ☆

The right wish, the wrong wish, a selfish wish, a selfless wish – as many Isekai's go, wish fulfilment is a huge part of the narrative (not just for Kagome, but so many of the characters) but she, unlike others, had a huge weight on her shoulders about making the right one that I wanted to tease out that moment where she gets it:

Awfully familiar cap is familiar, Chapter 558, Volume 56, Tomorrow ☆

Are you sure you're supposed to be there, Miss Thing? Life doesn't end just because you finished a job, or have to feel beholden to a sense of home. Home can be anywhere! Home can be a person! You can do it, bestie. Do it for her! Her is you! Go Kagome!

Chapter 79, The Fruits of Evil ☆

She made her dreams – from acing school, to making her family proud, to seeing Inuyasha again – a reality. There's really nothing more I can say about that, it's all there. She chose herself! And that included him! Ain't that neat!

Fun Fact: In Japanese, Inuyasha calls her a baka. In the scanlation, he calls her an idiot. In the English sub/dub, he calls her an idiot. In the Viz translation (the one I refer to most) he calls her a fool. Imho, in English, he says idiot, cause Inuyasha has zero respect and carries that no-finesse kind of rizz. Bless him.

Bonus Fun Fact: Chapters like this are why I'm such a flaming monster about writing advice being a tool, not a rule. Those last two lines, without the use of But and And at the beginning, would not carry the same weight and timing I wanted to achieve, therefore, you can pry them as sentence starters out of my cold, dead hands.

The End.

Weehee! This could have been way longer (you're thinking how, I'm thinking I'm proud of how restrained I was) but alas, we've reached the end. Thanks again to @inukag-week for hosting the event of all time! I love them sooo much. Sososo much, they're the best little guys 🎉

If you have any questions, comments or concerns, click here to send me an ask! I love not shutting up about them 🛸

ttyl bbs 🤸

[ciaossu-imagines]

Hello, hello, my lovely constant readers! Just popping in to check requests and messages, hoping to reply to the latter soon this week. I've finished the commission I had, and have been working on some writing that I've been putting off and am having a ball with it. By the end of February, you'll see the start of The Ever Young and will have new chapters of the delinquent! Shouhei story on here, and I'll be posting my first self-indulgent little stories on AO3, which I'll probably also share on here. I've also been giving myself reading and watching time, which was sorely needed. For anyone interested, I've finally completed my full KHR reread, which for me includes the manga, all the Secret Bullet translations I could find (and summaries of what happened in the ones I couldn't find translated) and watching the filler arcs of the anime! I've started a K rewatch and am searching for the spin-off manga because my manga app took them off, along with light novels I know were done for that! I'm also doing a Servamp reread/catchup on so by the time I come back, I'll have all those done, yay!

Just wanted to leave a message saying that I absolutely love all the requests that have come in. I have noticed a couple trends in them though that I want to comment on before I kind of go back to my readings and writings while on my break. I've noticed quite a few people worried about sending in more than one request or asking if that was okay.

PLEASE DO! I will never, ever be upset by people sending in multiple requests during a day, even if they're for the same character. The more requests I get, the more I have to write up and put out for you guys! This is a request blog, which largely means that if you want to see something written, be it for a character or a fandom, you need to request for that! (Though I admit I might use some of the prompts to write things I have in my head for some fandoms that don't get requested!)

On top of that, I've had people worry they're being too self-indulgent in their asks. Please go all out! Requests are, by their nature, very self-indulgent and I encourage that full-heartedly! You're not offending me or making me upset, I do not hate any requests that come in (I love seeing them honestly), and some of the requests really make me very excited to write them!

[what-a-weird-rose]

Marylene: The Things I Want for Us (Distract Me, Baby)

Pairing: Mary MacDonald / Marlene McKinnon

Rating: E

Prompt: Face-sitting

Word Count: 1.2k

Mary pats her shirt down from where it had ridden up, feeling the soft cotton under her fingertips. Today had been one of those days in which everything felt more intense; every feeling, every sense, everything felt greater than it actually was.

She rolls her shoulders back, throwing her blue faux-leather purse over her shoulder and strolling out of the boutique and waving off to Emmeline. The cool breeze that passes by her makes the day seem a bit better, especially as it weaves through her hair and swirls around her like some kind of magic.

Her car, beat up as it is, takes her home safely, experiencing only one hiccup on the way as it fought bravely against a pothole. And, as she seemed destined to do at the end of every long day, Mary flopped down on her too-expensive sofa and fell asleep, hoping to stay that way for the rest of forever.

Marlene wakes her not long after she drifted off to dreamland. Mary considers scheming some wretched attack until she smells the lingering scent of something equal parts spicy and good -likely whipped up by James. Eventually, after lamenting the depravity of leaving a warm, comfy couch, Mary lifts herself and strolls begrudgingly into the kitchen, where Marlene sits at the island.

“Evening, Mac,” she says, blowing slowly on a spoonful of hot, yellow curry.

“What’d you get?” Mary asks, pulling boxes from the delivery bag to investigate. She already knows what Marlene got for herself, and she knows what Marlene got for her, but Mary supposes its more polite to ask than assume.

“The usual, love,” Marlene continues blowing on hot food, though she seems far less absorbed by it, instead, her eyes follow Mary as she scurries around the kitchen in search of utensils. “To the left.” She supplies unhelpfully.

They eat together in peaceful silence, enjoying the company each others’ company.

When they finish eating hot, good food, the two clean up, standing side-by-side in front of the too-small sink washing and drying dishes.

Then, when the dishes are cleaned and the counter is clear, the two move up the stairs of their townhouse, chatting about everything and nothing and all the little things in between.

Finally, when the chatter dies down and the city is quiet with restful sleep, Mary moves away from the close cocoon they’d made and turned to her door, wishing good dreams to her company. Marlene nods, wishing her the same.

Mary closes the door behind her and finally pulls her phone out of her pocket, where she had been avoiding it most of the day. She opens it, turns of her Do Not Disturb, and watches as her notifications are flooded by messages and emails and nonsense filler.

She clears what she doesn’t need to deal with immediately, sitting on her bed and staring down in the darkness at the screen. She replies half-heartedly to emails and eventually sets to dealing with the messages.

Some of them are easy enough, short, quick replies to acquaintances. Longer, more distant ones to family. And heartfelt, detailed letters to close friends. All in that order. And in the end, she is left with only one thread left unopened.

Sirius had dumped her not long ago- something about living his truth and wanting to set her free and blah, blah, blah. What Mary is sure actually happened is Sirius realized -horribly late- that his dear friend Remus is hot, wanted to avoid having to deal with the consequences of that, and decided to date her as a distraction. She doesn’t exactly blame him- not too much anymore, at least, but she does certainly feel bad for him, as she reads through the messages in which he pours his hearts out and- surprise, surprise- confesses to having loved Remus, and using her. Mary sighs, she really doesn’t want to deal with this right now, but if she leaves it to the morning, she’ll have stewed too long to be honest with either of them.

She responds, saying she’s fine and that she doesn’t exactly forgive him, but doesn’t hate him either. Mary tells him that she wishes him the best with Remus, and will always remember him as her first love- even if it was one-sided. She informs him that he doesn’t have to walk on eggshells with her because they are adults and she isn’t some crazy, psycho ex, and that she’s moved on.

Sirius doesn’t respond immediately; she doesn’t expect him too.

Marlene opens her door after the third knock, Mary doesn’t think too deeply into that.

Marlene is fidgeting as Mary strips off her shirt and socks, her pants and bra.

Marlene is soft against her as they stand in the middle of the room, lips locked, holding one another. Mary doesn’t think much of anything as she focuses on the feeling of Marlene’s hands against her skin- her eyes dragging down against her body.

There is something so invigorating about the experience of being fucked by her closest friend; something so deeply disruptive about the act, yet doing it anyway.

Marlene grips her thighs, pulling Mary down just enough to lock their lips again, and Marlene pours herself into it; Mary tries not to think about it.

Instead, Mary focuses on the intense lust that coils like a spring in her gut; she focuses on the way her skin prickles with goosebumps anywhere Marlene pulls her fingers; she focuses on Marlene positioning her above her face and pulling her down, down, down- close enough to lick.

Mary focuses on every little sensation given by Marlene’s tongue on her cunt- she tries so hard that she ends up focusing on focusing, rather than on Marlene. She grinds her hips down against Marlene’s fast-moving tongue, but it leaves much to be desired in terms of distractions.

She turns herself around and sits back on Marlene’s face, listening to the hoarse sounds that escape her throat as Marlene does her best work. Mary leans down, pulling Marlene’s legs up and allowing herself access to Marlene’s cunt.

She doesn’t do it much, but when she does, she tries her best.

Marlene seems to appreciate the effort as she groans and plants her feet hard into the mattress beneath them.

Mary licks and sucks and kisses and tries her best to replicate everything Marlene is doing to her own cunt until that little coiled spring in her gut becomes too tight to ignore. As the coil tightens and tightens and tightens, she sinks her hips lower, and buries her face further, and focuses more intently on Marlene’s small clit and her desire to see her friend cum.

Mary grinds her hips down sharply as the wave folds over her, crashing into her with unwelcomed intensity. She gets three good licks of Marlene’s cunt before she joins Mary on the road of orgasm.

Mary pulls herself up and off of her friend, petting down her blond hair and staring at her sweat-covered skin.

“You know I want you, right?”

“I know.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

[proxylynn]

How about a prompt of Lynn and Stu being an anime nerds :3

https://youtu.be/hc3aIeQ4oUk

his voice is soothing

[@asuraraver is very talented. They do amazing work.]

The day was like any other...if you count their being an anime convention as a normal thing. Stu was especially delighted. The chance to buy merch and expand his collection filled him with a joy that threatened to make his heart explode. There was just one problem. He keeps his otaku nature under wraps and he heard his crush was able to score tickets. Lynn didn't seem to mind him nerding out and sometimes engaged in watching animes with him, though their tastes varied wildly. And he dared not show her certain things...things that will remain hidden under his mattress and never see the light of day so help God.

Yet, he had an ace up his sleeve. CosPlay. He dressed as a character she'd never recognize him as. Hatsune Miku. No way she'd know it was him dressed as a woman. And spotting Lynn in a crowd of other cosplayers would be easy too, she's so basic and easy to point out, avoiding her would be as simple as watching paint dry.

As the hours passed, he soon grew to think she might have been unable to attend the convention. He hadn't seen a glimpse of her at all. Yet there were points where he swore he caught a whiff of her shampoo but he chalked it up to anyone having the same kind. Still, aside from such thoughts, everything was going great. It came to the point his attention was drawn to the custom-made figures and there, he spies a Neko-Miku that he had to have. Oh how his mind wanders to all sorts of thoughts. Such a distraction is enough for him to miss how said figure is bought right in front of his face, the realization hitting him seconds later.

Stu: H-Hey!

He runs up to and skids in front of this dude dressed as Dante from Devil May Cry.

Stu: That figure...How much do you want for it?

????: No dice, little lady. This is for a buddy of mine.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Stu: I'll give you double what you paid for it.

????: I said no.

Stu: Come on, I need that figure! I'll do anything. Don't make me beg, man!

????: Just forget it. I ain't giving you squat.

Stu: Please!!

This was crossing the line and he knew. He grabbed the dude by his coat then groveled like he was on death row and that figure was his last shot of freedom. The Dante player got fed up with this and grabbed Stu to shove him back. What happened next was as cliche as any beach episode or hotspring filler used in shows. Not wanting to be pushed away, he grabs at the Dante's chest to clutch their shirt...what Stu ends up doing is pulling the shirt and the binder underneath, dislodging the rather large bust the Dante cosplayer has. This doesn't go well.

????: You jackass!

The responding slap was strong enough to knock Stu's wig off. The resulting pause that settled is met with horrified recognition.

Lynn: Stu?

Sut: Lynn?

Lynn: Oh fuck! I am so sorry! I didn't...I...Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Stu would probably be trying to comfort her right now and explain how things aren't as bad as they seem. That all was fine and their friendship was still good. But his brain was elsewhere, for in that split moment, he realized his hand had grabbed deep into her mountains majesty and he was never going to forget that for as long as he lived.

[faela404]

☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! suggestive?? but nothing happens dw, kissing, mentions of dating?

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☆ your eyes ☆

“i would like to show you, just how close we are, my dear” his eyes flickered down to my lips, “if you will let me?”

my heart was beating a mile a minute, in fact it was moving so fast, i was convinced that at any moment it would grow wings and fly far away from me

though knowing my luck, it would fall into the same trap as icarus and fly far too close to the sun

kazuha is a kind man, i have liked him for far too long now to pass up this opportunity. though i know, i must speak now or else he will think he has gotten the wrong impression

and believe me

he hasn’t

though my voice has begun to fail me, i wish i could say more to him but, this predicament is making it harder and harder to speak, though i suppose we can talk about all of this later.

for now, i don’t want to think about anything, i just want to be here, with him.

“mhm” it’s all i can trust my voice to let out

a small smile graces his delicate face, as he carefully rests his hand against my cheek

it all happened so fast

one moment he’s holding my face, looking at me with those eyes

those eyes

they’re magnificent

then the next, his lips are against mine.

my eyes widen for only a mere second before closing, my lashes hitting his soft cheeks.

our lips slot together, moving against eachother in perfect tandem

i can feel my face getting hot, my need for air quickly being overtaken by a need i’ve never felt so strongly before

a need for him

i reach my arms up to rest against his waist

he pours so much love, so much passion into our kiss, it only feels fair to give back what he is giving

he pulls my face closer to his, as if we weren’t already close enough for his liking. i don’t object, i want to be closer to him as well

however, a want can quickly be overtaken by a need

specifically, a need for air.

oh how i wish we didn’t need air, so i could feel his soft lips for even longer

slowly we pull apart from one another, our foreheads resting gently against eachothers

he leans fowards a few times, pecking my lips again and again, before he stops in order to speak

“y/n, i think it’s quite clear how i feel for you”

he starts, his voice breathier than usual

“and there is no doubt in my mind, i want to spend every waking minute with you, though before i can ask such a question, i would like to take you out? on a date?”

he sounds almost unsure of himself.

he can’t seriously think i’ll say no after what we just did, can he?

i decide to finally trust my voice again

“i would love to go on a date with you, kazuha”

my voice also coming out breathy

“though before we talk about that” i reached my hands to hold the back of his head, entertwining my hands into his hair “i would also like to show you how close we are”

i lean in close again, capturing his lips in another kiss.

i don’t think we’re going to get very far from this spot for a while.

a/n - it’s here! the long awaited kiss woo

ngl i had to close this so many times cause it was just v embarrassing to write- so im v sorry it’s short but, i hope you enjoyed!

i also do have to tell you that the last chapter is more of a filler, not their date, that will be in the summer part! woo

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[dailyadventureprompts]

Hi, I just wanted to say you are easily one of my favorite blogs here! You're so systematic about the way you answer people's questions. How long do you spend crafting your answers?

Cheers, and have a great day!

Thanks for writing in,

Honestly I'd say it depends very much on the case, as there are requests that have been sitting unanswered in my inbox for months, while other's I'll see and immediately be struck by inspiration, finishing within an hour.

A lot of the process can depend on having art that fits with what I want to write, since my whole "brand" involves matching cool images with my own good ideas.

As for how systematic I can be, I often talk about how I have a "fixer" brain: put something in front of me and give me time to play with it and I'll figure out how to make it better, which is one of the reasons I like it when someone can present me with enough of a skeleton of my idea to riff on it without having to make it up whole cloth. 

Writing a prompt generally takes less than an hour depending on how much brainfog I happen to be experiencing that day, but the largest factor is how much digging I have to do to find the “right” pieces in order to make the concept feel right. Often I like to talk about how my ideas are built out of brain-lego, catalogued over many, many years of journaling, dissecting media, and thinking too much about d&d.  Sometimes these pieces  emerge naturally, or I’ll get to use a concept I’ve been sitting on for a few years, and the whole thing will snap together quicker than you can say “Aha” ( I’m low key addicted to this feeling, that’s why I’m doing all this).  Other times I’ll be stuck for hours or days, wracking my brain, searching my art archive, trying to find something that makes the concept “click”, trying to chase the high of solving the problem and just exacerbating myself in the process. I’m trying to learn to not get stuck in these kind of patterns, because it’s healthier for my brain to work through solvable problems than grind to a complete halt trying to find a solution to something that has no answer. It’s an ongoing struggle, but as a creative we all have our foibles.  

When it comes to the more mechanical questions, like my drafting an adventure series, I generally string working on those out for a couple days, mainly because they need to go through multiple drafts to ensure I’m communicating my point effectively, and also because I like to use them as a beta-test for future podcast topics. Plenty of d&d content creators put out “filler” content rehashing old points, but I like to make sure I’m saying something with each of my larger posts. 

[devildomimagines]

Request: How the Demon Brothers React to a Very Competent Caretaker MC

The prompt: MC has to take care of lots of siblings back in the human world. Not, like, 6 or 7 siblings, but TWENTY-FOUR!! MC can multitask like no one’s business and can easily take care of any problem that might arise with their siblings. MC is great at taking care of others and enjoys it. The hang-up is that when they come to Devildom, they suddenly find themselves with a lot of free time and aren’t really sure how to fill in those gaps since they were always dedicating themselves to others.

Anon! Your message was so sweet but I was having technical difficulties writing the post as an answer so I decided to just make a separate text post. Btw, your great-grandmother sounds like a total badass, what an inspiration! I hope you don’t mind my work around for the technical issues and I hope this lives up to what you were looking for!

Edit: I wrote this for the formerly Undateables as well, check it out here.

Belphegor

As the youngest he doesn’t completely understand but he does love his family (even if he doesn’t always show it).

He is kind of amazed with how competent MC is and how easily adaptable to the needs of him and his brothers.

He’s kind of selfish so oftentimes he abuses your nurturing nature.

After the events in the attic, Belphie does worry you’ll hold it against him, even subconsciously. You cut the tension one night by saying, "You can't kill me, I've survived my little sibling trying to play violin with a chainsaw!" The mental image makes him laugh.

Belphie would be the best brother to consult with if you want to learn to be a little selfish yourself. It doesn’t have to be a complete personality overhaul but there is value in knowing what you want and making those wants known to others.

While taking care of so many siblings, you never had the opportunity to take naps and he is offended! But secretly loves that he gets to show you the joys of a nap.

Beelzebub

Beel loves taking care of others, just a very loving boy. The two of you get along like peas in a pod. 

It’s very easy to fall into old habits around him because he has a personality that makes you want to care for him.

Since he’s so strong, he does fear hurting you by accident. You let him know, “I don't fear pain, I do my school homework upside-down while on a ladder changing the lamp." While it doesn’t totally extinguish his fears, the thought of that total body workout intrigues him enough to distract him.

If you want to fill some time, he would love to have you join him at the gym or come see his games.

Physical fitness and nutrition are fundamental to taking care of yourself and Beel would be the demon to go to to learn more if you’re interested. 

Also, I’m sure you would agree but cooking is a form of love so if you enjoy spending your free time baking and cooking, Beel will follow you around (for the treats lol). He’s said it before, if you know how to cook then he wants you to stay by his side.

Asmodeus

“Treat yo self” is his guiding principle. He is your demon to teach self-care.

If you’re looking for something to do, part of your time can be filled with his routines for skin care, hair care and mental health checks.

Casually you mentioned one day, “"Me, go to sleep? I'm the oldest sibling, I don't sleep, I worry with my eyes closed!"

“MC! You need to get your beauty rest!” He countered. I can imagine that he basically drags you to Belphie to figure out how to sleep better.

Although he has a lot of knowledge to offer, you are quick to pick it up and help him in braiding his hair out of his face or gently applying a face mask.

The fun part of learning from Asmo is that there’s always some new beauty product to try and he loves having a buddy to try it with. 

Satan

He’s amazed with everything you can do. He asks you to teach him how to do things he watches you do flawlessly.

He’s definitely curious to hear about what it’s like living with so many siblings, 6 seems like too many sometimes so 4 times that is completely unknown to him.

Satan was helping with some homework and suggested tackling an easier assignment first, you challenged him with, "Don't underestimate me, I managed to make a toddler spell pneumoultramicroscopicssilicovulcanoconiosis!"

He laughs as he confirms he wasn’t underestimating you, just trying to offer some guidance for efficiency.

You need something to pass time? Satan has enough books in his room to literally last your lifetime.

He can help you find any kind of book, simply let him know what you would be interested in and he probably has a suggestion.

Leviathan

He’s drawn to you and at first he doesn’t know why. Later he realizes it’s because you’re so good at listening where his brothers usually just ignore him.

Games and anime are a great time filler if you’re interested, he’s got all the best recommendations.

It might be tough to get into first if you’re not used to binge watching a series or gaming for hours on end.

When he apologizes for possibly annoying you with his rants you assure, "You can't annoy me, I've endured eight rebellious teenagers!"

I could imagine that you’d resonate with slice of life animes as an introduction to the genre and possibly adventure games with a good story would catch your attention.

Even if you’re not totally invested, he enjoys your presence since you’re not dismissing his interest.

Mammon

Listen, he’s a good older brother! Some of his personal decisions are questionable but he’s dependable when needed.

Definitely king of random interests so your well-rounded abilities are actually well suited to keeping up with whatever past time has piqued his interest this week.

Mammon would probably be confused when you see something during one of his shopping trips that you clearly want but refuse to buy. Eventually he builds it up enough (like the demon on your shoulder whispering in your ear lol) that you do end up getting it.

What you had first dismissed as Mammon being materialistic, you slowly come to realize because of him that you can surround yourself with things that bring you joy and so your days are filled with happiness.

He can get reckless so he appreciates your protection from Lucifer’s punishments and hides behind you like some of your siblings did at home.

He protects you too though! He stands up for you and points out things that are unfair to make you aware. 

Lucifer

Oldest sibling comradery from the get-go.

You’re both very responsible individuals and when you join forces, it’s like nothing is impossible.

He’s the one you go to the first couple weeks when you find yourself with free time. He’s sure to have something to be done to help fill the newfound free time.

Over time he comes to rely on you but he’s worried he’s overworking you with the tougher assignments. You made sure to remind him, "I have no difficulty with this task, I'm the oldest of twenty-four siblings!"

Lucifer recognizes your competence and he excels at boosting confidence and pride so don’t think you are not immune to that.

The more time you spend with him, the more you develop a stronger sense of self-worth and self-determination. He practically gushes pride at the sight of you defending yourself and claiming the value of your time near the end of the exchange program.

[whisperlullaby]

Concentrated Sunlight

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, some angst (?) maybe a curse or two

Word Count:  1362

Summary: Steve Rogers owns a flower shop and is smitten with a regular customer. What happens when he finds out she has a boyfriend?

A/N:  This was done for @syntheticavenger​‘s challenge! It was a lyric prompt  “ If I told you that I loved you, tell me what would you say?” (The Neighbourhood ‘The Beach’) And I made up a little flower shop AU to go along with it! I want to thank @syntheticavenger​ for reading my story and @river-soul​ for hyping me up to post this! This is my first EVER fanfic for any fandom and the first time I am publishing my work anywhere. If I forgot any warnings let me know!

Friday, 4:00,  like clockwork you walked into Steve Rogers flower shop. The sunflowers always seemed to lean into you when you passed their cooler. You had been coming every Friday to pick up what you called “weekend flowers” for 6 months now and simply knowing you were coming seemed to make the weeks go by a lot faster. 

“Hey Steve! Got anything fresh this week?” you teased. You knew he went to the wholesale market daily to make sure each arrangement held the freshest flowers. You had asked about it the third time you came into the shop and he made it a point to tell you about his daily trips to the wholesale market. What he didn’t tell you was that he made a point of going 6 months ago when you started coming in, just in case you needed flowers any other day of the week.

“Hey doll, got some orange dahlia’s that look pretty good. Wanna take a look?” He moved towards the cooler that held the special find. Orange was your favorite. He noticed how you always seemed to pick out orange day lilies, poppy’s, marigolds, and orange Gerber daisies. There weren’t many impressive orange flowers so when Steve found eye catching ones at the market he would always buy them out of stock.

“No, actually, I’m not picking up flowers for me today.” You paused and looked at Steve who seemed to stiffen. “I’m meeting my boyfriend's family for the first time tonight and I think they prefer white flowers with lots of green filler, maybe roses? I don’t know though, do you have anything a bit more traditional?” You shifted around to where Steve stood at the cooler a bit nervously. You loved his flower shop and didn’t want to go anywhere else, but admitting to needing something to bring to another man's family seemed unsettling. 

Steve’s face visibly dropped and his hand white knuckled on the cooler door. You had a boyfriend. Of course you did. You were concentrated sunlight, even the flowers noticed. Each bloom always opened up a bit more when you were around. He knows he sure as hell did. “You have a boyfriend? How long have you guys been together?” His voice threatened to break, and his grip on the coolers handle somehow tightened. 

“Not long really, about a month? My co-worker kind of set it up, thought we would be a good fit. I’m not sure though it seems to be going a bit fast. Isn’t it a bit soon to meet the family? We’ve only been on a handful of dates. I'm not even sure why I agreed to it.” You mumbled while chewing your lip raw. Your eyes were looking all around the shop until they finally landed on Steve. “Are you okay Steve? You seem a bit flushed. Maybe you should sit down.” You moved to grab Steve's hand off the handle. He immediately relaxed at your gentle touch. You led him to the back office where he could sit while the color came back to his face. “Can I get you some water? Or do you have anything to snack on back here?”

“Don’t go. Tonight. To meet his family.” Steve spat out breathlessly. He couldn’t let you go. You said so yourself that it was only a handful of dates and you thought it was moving too fast. Surely there was a reason you hesitated, right? He had to say something, anything to get you to get your orange dahlia’s and stay for a few hours. He loved your Friday afternoon conversations and the thought of those coming to an end made him nauseous. He didn’t enjoy anyone’s company more than yours, you had to know that by now.

“Steve what are you talking about? I already agreed to go, what will they think of me if I cancel at the last minute without a reason?” You were fidgeting with your hands unsure why you cared what they thought of you. You knew very little about the guy as it was, he wasn’t much of a talker. He wasn’t much of anything really, but he was polite and punctual. When he asked you to go to dinner with him at his parents house you felt your brain start to cloud over. You had just taken a sip of the bitter coffee he had ordered for you when he dropped that bomb. What were you going to do, say no? You were caught off guard! He was a perfectly lovely person. Just not the one you had your eye on.  

Steve could see your hesitation, he knew you were uncomfortable. He saw the way your eyebrows knit together and how you were fidgeting with your fingers. You only did that when you were unsure about something. You did the same thing when you were trying to decide between the peonies and the anemone’s after you had a hell of a week at work. He knew that you thought buying flowers for the weekend gave you more time to enjoy the colors. He knew that you moved here after cutting off ties with your family, looking for a fresh start you said. He knew you preferred tea to coffee but he knew you wouldn’t pass up a peppermint latte during the holiday season. He had to tell you how he felt, he couldn’t let you start this relationship with this guy without having you know how he felt about you. 

“If I told you that I loved you, tell me what would you say?”

You stared at Steve in shock. Your mouth hung open with a gasp. You had a huge crush on the town's florist but thought he was way out of your league. After that revelation you finally caved and said yes to your coworker’s attempt to set you up. You always did have a problem saying no to people and now it was biting you in the ass. Steve made your Friday flower shop visits the highlight of your week. He taught you so much about each flower and the day he told you that you reminded him of a peony in bloom you could have kissed him right there. You knew he preferred coffee to tea after the hour long debate one afternoon ending in you storming out only to bring back a chai tea for him. He said it smelled like bells of Ireland and you had to agree. You knew he was taking care of his mom after her stroke and he had a best friend named Bucky who used to get him both in and out of trouble. You stared into his crystal blue eyes full of hope and adoration. You brought your hand to his face and he sighed leaning into your warm touch.

“I would ask you what took so long.” You teased as he smiled. He grabbed the hand that was resting on his cheek and pulled you into him. You felt his soft lips kiss the top of your head and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. 

“So, how about I wrap up some orange dahlias and bring them by your place tonight.” You looked at Steve confused. “What? I don’t think you’re still planning on going to meet that guys family tonight and I want to take you to dinner. Call it a date”

You laughed incredulously shaking your head, “Ha I guess you’re right. Should have known it wouldn’t work out when he got picky with the flowers.” You spot a pen and paper on the desk and scribbled your address on the page. “Pick me up at 7:30 and don’t forget my weekend flowers.” You pulled away from Steve and headed towards the door.

Steve stared as you left his office with a cheshire cat grin. He walked back into the main store and grabbed every  available orange dahlia he had and closed up shop. He had a date to get ready for.