#this likely isn't even close to what that prompt is aiming for but I can't pass up writing silly stuff

[greenishghostey]

Prompt lol

"Are you humping me?" "...maybe."

The good shit right here 👌

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Most people would look at Eddie and assume that he was a slob. The town’s running theory about how he lived was close to that of a feral raccoon in a restaurant dumpster.

However, that could not be further from the truth. Eddie was messy - who wasn’t at the best of times. But he was never dirty. He always made sure to do the dishes, hang up laundry and vacuum when needed.

Eddie “domestic goddess” Munson. That’s what you liked to call him while he dashed around doing chores because you showed up to his trailer too early.

There was something oddly attractive, almost sexy, about watching Eddie clean. He usually changed into comfortable clothes that he didn’t mind getting wet. An old Slayer t-shirt and navy pyjama pants with one of the back pockets missing. The pyjamas hung low on his hips and shifted perfectly when he walked.

After a magnificent spaghetti and meatball dinner, Eddie insisted on doing the dishes because you were the guest. He always seemed to forget just how much time you actually spent at his.

With his back to you, Eddie hunched over the soap-filled sink. The muscles in his back moved as he scrubbed at the dried tomato sauce on the bowls. His hair was loosely tied back so he wouldn’t need to keep shaking it out of his face.

The guy was obscene. And he was doing the dishes. It amazed you just how effortlessly alluring he was. Even in the most mundane moments, there were little flecks of saccharine intimacy.

The sweetness of the situation was comforting, and calming too. But you had a much better method of expressing just how much you appreciated his domestic efforts.

���Babe, can you bring the glasses over too?” Eddie asked, gesturing behind his back at you and the dinner table. You were already silently on the prowl towards him. He wouldn’t suspect a thing.

“I’m gonna leave mine out. Need more lemonade.” You replied, keeping your voice quiet to imply distance as you closed in on your target.

“You've had two glasses already! I only got like half of one because you had to take a leak-" Eddie was just about to turn around to point a soapy finger at you, but it was too late. You had launched your attack.

Your arms snaked around his waist as you pulled yourself impossibly close to his back. You reeled your hips back and started humping Eddie like some feral animal in heat. Exaggerated moans and groans were also included - it added an element of dramatic flare that he would no doubt appreciate.

"Are you humping me?" Eddie laughed, standing still and peering over his shoulder at you. He was glad that you could be such a little weirdo with him.

"...maybe." You did your best to imitate his sex noises - groans and a wonderful amount of whimpering. "You're so wet, couldn't help it." It wasn't a lie, his hands were dripping, and some of the water had gotten on his t-shirt.

"Uh-huh, all for you," Eddie whined, trying his best to imitate your sex noises. Douchebag that he was. "You wanna feel how wet I am?" was he actually getting off on this? He couldn't be.

Eddie wasn't getting turned on - well, at least not entirely. He had about a half-boner going. The moment that you started to slow down in your thrusts against his ass was when he struck. A pile of dish soap bubbles were pressed into your chest as Eddie cackled like some mischievous gremlin thing.

"God, you bitch!" You shrieked, swatting at Eddie as he continued to basically massage your boobs. The ulterior motives were all too clear.

"Yeah, call me that again. Fuck, I'm gonna cuuuuuum." He moaned and giggled, now humping at your thigh with a firm grip around your waist - you weren't going anywhere.

[zorrasucia]

"Just sleeping and fucking all day," I AM DEAD!!! and i revived just to BEG you to expand on this please i just love them so much 😭

I'm so glad you liked it, Anon! I came up with something but I'm like 90% sure it's not what you were asking for - I aimed to write more smut and it turned into saccharine fluff somehow. I apologize. Rest assured that the next update for this fic is business as usual, very spicy and contains Carmy finally ******* ****** :)

Teach Me Tonight - Deleted Scene 2.0

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] Deleted Scene: [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (1k)

Tags: Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Smut, Virgin!Carmy, Fluff, Miscommunication, Domesticity

"Hey, baby," Carmy mumbled with a smile, rolling over in bed and looking at you with sleepy eyes.

You had padded into the room and leaned over to kiss his neck, waking him up from his third nap of the day. In between, you had fucked - slow and loving, then quick and hard, then a mix of both. You felt tired in the best way - and still somehow you wanted him. But you could wait.

"Shhh. I'm not here for another round," you soothed, moving a lock of hair out of his face. "Got us some pizza," you settled across from him, laying the box between you.

He sat up and ogled you shamelessly. You were wearing jeans and one of his shirts, your nipples showing through the white fabric.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he shook his head and focused on the slice of pizza you handed him instead.

"I mean," you gestured at him, his naked torso and satisfied smirk, "likewise, Carm."

You shared a hungry look while taking a bite of pepperoni. He broke first, looking up at the ceiling, away from you.

"How's it feel?" he asked.

"Mmm?" you nudged his leg with your foot.

"You come like two, three times when I can only do one and be just useless..." he blushed, curiosity tinting his skin. "I was just wondering what that was like, if all women were like that."

You smiled. Sometimes you forgot that he was a virgin before you.

"A lot of women can, uh, come multiple times," you explained. "If it's done properly, if you work for it," you cleared your throat. "Some women can't come at all."

"That sounds, uh-" Carmy struggled.

"Miserable?" you supplied and he nodded. "It can be. But sex isn't always about coming, you know? It's about being close and getting to know each other."

Carmy hummed pensively.

Just now, between one round and the next you had fallen asleep still intertwined, spent, his arms around your waist and his softening cock inside you. It was nice, to be so close with zero expectations of it going anywhere.

"What've you learned about me? With sex, I mean," he asked, his blue eyes wide.

"That you're giving, uh, determined, a fast learner," you pondered for a minute while you chewed. "A bit of a control freak but we knew that from before," he chuckled. "And you think you don't deserve good shit, even though you do."

"Pretty spot on," he let out a shaky breath.

You caressed his calf over the bedsheets. It felt strange to be talking about this but it had been a fucking weird day, and discussing orgasms with Carmy while eating pizza fit right in.

"You're a great fuck, Carm," you said softly. "And that takes patience and care and- I love that you want to make me feel good. I do," his gaze was downward and you reached for his hand. "I just don't want you to think you need to be perfect for me here too, you know? There's no pressure."

Carmy nodded and his eyes met yours, he gave you a soft smile.

"Thanks," he brushed your knuckles with his thumb. Then his smile turned mischievous. "Just to be sure, you do like coming though?" he looked for confirmation, head tilted.

"Yeah," you laughed. "Obviously, yeah," you poked at his side and reached for another slice of pizza. "I'm just saying there's no pressure, okay?"

"Okay," he took a big bite of crust. "You didn't answer my question from before," he prompted, raising his eyebrows. "How does it feel?"

"Uh. Well, you don't know how good it's going to be until you're coming. Sometimes it slows down, becomes softer. Or you get halfway through the next and get stuck there," you shrugged. "Sometimes it builds up, becomes more intense each time-"

"Like the last one?" he asked.

You blushed - the memory of him on top of you, his chain dangling near your mouth, his hands holding your wrists above your head, taking up all your thoughts. He had fucked you through your first orgasm until you saw stars and your moans turned into cries of pleasure.

"Exactly like that," you replied bashfully like it wasn't you that had begged him to keep going and fuck you harder.

"How many have you done?" Carmy asked after a while.

"Huh?"

"How many times you've come in a row?" he repeated, that calculating look back on his face. "What's the max?"

"I don't know, five?" you laughed nervously. "I think you're getting the wrong message from this, Carm."

"No, I know," he shook his head. "I was guessing we could start with all that 'no pressure' thing tomorrow. And I think I still have one more round left in me today, so..."

"What the fuck, Carm?" you giggled.

You covered your face with your hands, hiding how flustered you were.

"I'm serious," he said, amusement still showing in his tone. You finally uncovered your face and looked at him. He was smiling but he wasn't joking. "I don't know how to be calm," he explained. "I don't know how to fucking relax and be normal. I never have. Being with you- That's the closest I've come to that," he said softly. You cupped his face tenderly. "But sometimes it gets so crazy that the only thing I know I can do well is make you feel good. That's why I can be a control freak and competitive and insane..."

You shushed him.

"You're fine, baby," you caressed Carmy's shoulders, scooting closer to him. "I love that you're all those things. I just- You push yourself to the limit. You can hurt yourself trying to make everything perfect," your thumb traced the edge of the dark circles around his eyes - all from early mornings and late nights at The Bear. "I don't want to be that for you - another weight, another thing that needs to be perfect."

"You're not," he whispered. "You've never been that, okay?"

"Okay," you sighed and surged forward to kiss him, his face between your palms.

Even after the kiss was over you stayed there, your forehead on his, and your noses touching.

"So," you said after a while, "how about we finish this," you pointed at the pizza, "and watch a movie?"

You had learned that watching a movie with Carmy was shorthand for a nap on the couch since he was always so fucking tired.

He chuckled against your mouth.

"I think I can manage that," he replied, guiding you by the hand to the living room.

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[Part 8]

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@th3h0nkz @faephoria @wadupppp

[sidekick-hero]

let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one

(steddie | wc: 918 | teen | written for @steddiemas and @steddieholidaydrabbles (prompt: came back wrong) | tags: fluff, first kiss, kas!eddie

"I'm not staring at you. I'm staring at your ugly ass sweater. What is that thing?" Steve asks, aiming to sound appalled but failing miserably. There is too much affection in his voice, laughter echoing in every word.

He thinks he can't be blamed, though, because Eddie looks ridiculous in that big green and red sweater with Rudolph the Reindeer on it, pulling an empty flying sleigh. Especially with the gray tinted skin and the sharp teeth and the fucking wings that spilled out of the cuts in the back of the sweater.

"Where's Santa, huh? Did you eat him?" Steve laughs and Eddie chirps again, this time clearly offended. He pulls away from where he was leaning against Steve, climbs off the bed and retreats to the farthest wall. Standing there in a defensive pose with his arms crossed over his chest, Eddie hangs his head and hunches his shoulders, making himself small. His long, black curls hide most of his face, but Steve can still see the onyx color of his eyes gleaming in the dim light of his bedside lamp.

The sight makes his heart ache in his chest.

Getting up from where he's been sitting cross-legged on his bed, Steve pads over to him, determined to fix whatever he's done to make Eddie look like this. But when he ducks his head to catch Eddie's eyes, all he gets is an irritated growl as Eddie turns his head away from Steve's searching gaze. Behind him, his tail flicks back and forth angrily.

One thing he didn't know about Eddie before, but learned pretty quickly, is how damn stubborn he can be. Good thing Steve is not one to give up easily, having spent nearly four years babysitting teenagers.

His hand slowly reaches out, making his intentions clear until it rests on Eddie's forearm. He learned his lesson when Eddie first started coming to his room late at night, still has the scars to remind him of that lesson. He knows that Eddie didn't mean to hurt him. Steve just startled him the first time he reached out to touch him without warning, eager in his excitement to see Eddie alive.

Things have changed since then. A lot.

Eddie is less cagey, no longer afraid of Steve. He tolerates his touch now, even seeks it out. But he still doesn't take well to surprises. Steve wonders what happened to him all those months he was lost in the Upside Down and thinks maybe it's better he doesn't know. He's not sure he wouldn't do something rash and epically stupid if he did.

"Sorry, Eds, I know you don't eat people. It was a dumb joke, I didn't mean anything by it." His thumb smooths over the tense muscles he can feel under the soft material of the sweater. It looks like it should be scratchy, offending more senses than just his eyes, but it isn't.

Just like Eddie looks scary, but isn't.

It seems to be the right thing to say, because the onyx of his eyes takes on a warmer shade, like very dark chocolate or the first precious coffee of the morning. Eddie chirps again and shakes his head.

"No, I mean it, Eddie. I don't think you're a monster. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone, it was a really stupid joke. I guess I'm still an asshole sometimes and -"

Eddie interrupts his ramblings by bumping his head against Steve's before nuzzling close to his neck, chirping and purring. He still can't talk, even though Steve hasn't given up hope that he will, but that doesn't mean he can't communicate.

"Okay, okay, no bad self-talk. Got it, jeez. You're worse than Robin, I swear," Steve laughs as he runs his hands through Eddie's soft curls. Secretly, he doesn't mind letting their bodies do much of the talking. Words have never been his strong suit, but this? He's damn good at this.

"But honestly, what's with the ugly ass sweater, huh?" He can't help but ask again as he practically holds Eddie in his arms. He's colder to the touch than a normal human, but Steve doesn't mind. He always runs a little hotter than most, so it balances out perfectly.

Eddie pulls back a little so he can look at Steve and points to Steve's chest with his claw.

"Me? What do I have to do with this? It's not one of mine, is it?"

Eddie shakes his head and his claw taps Steve's chest again, then points at himself and the ugly sweater.

"I'm sorry, Eds, I don't -"

The claw moves from his chest to his face and Steve holds still, his eyes crossing as it follows the deadly weapon. Eddie's finger touches his mouth, effectively shushing him, before the tip of the claw slips between his lips and pulls ever so gently at the right corner of Steve's mouth, forcing a crooked smile.

"Sssseve" Eddie hisses, the first words he's spoken since he returned not quite the same as before, and it clicks.

"You were trying to make me laugh?"

Eddie beams at him. "Ssseve," he says again, chirping with delight and Steve can't help but kiss him. Eddie freezes for a second under his mouth before kissing him back urgently as more sounds pour out of him between kisses, chirping and purring against Steve's mouth.

So what if Eddie came back a bit wrong? He came back to them. To Steve.

In his book, that's worth more than normal anyway.

[bubble-popping]

smth short and not-so-sweet. not usually an angst writer but i had an idea for a prompt from citrus' discord and figured I might as well share :) (it's a superhero/supervillain au btw)

"It's Nightmare now, don't cha know?"

"Don't give me that, Dream. Everyone might call ya a villain but I see it. Every buildin' you've burned has been completely vacant, every bank you've robbed has a history of fraud, every person you've hurt has hurt ya first. But ya can stop all that now. I get it, okay? I understand. It's my fault. What I said back then, I-"

"How dare you?" Dream looked back at him. Behind his mask, Techno imagined a look of absolute betrayal. "How fucking egotistical do you have to be?? You really think this is all because of some stupid crush I had years ago?"

"I hurt ya, Dream. The only person you should be taking your anger out on is me."

The ex-hero scoffed. "Even now, you're still the same self-righteous son of a bitch. I have nothing to say to you. None of this is about you." He turned to leave, but Techno closed the distance between them in a flash and grabbed his arm.

"Well I have somethin' to say to ya."

Dream whipped around to face him, tugging his arm like he wanted to pull away only to pause.

"I was wrong. I was a coward and I didn't mean a word of what I said. Dream, I love-"

"No!" The younger yanked himself free and shoved at Techno's chest, earning him a enough space to point an accusatory finger. "You don't get to do that! You don't get to change your mind and think that'll make everything okay! That's not fair!"

His voice wavered, stuttering. He was crying, Techno realized, again. And again, because of him.

"I didn't change my mind, Dream," he spoke calmly, hands raised in surrender. "I loved ya back then too."

The masked man shook his head, muttering a "stop" but Techno pressed on.

"I was a coward. I thought rejectin' ya would protect ya but now I see how wrong I was."

"Just stop, please."

"I've got a lot of enemies, Dream, and the thought of somethin' happenin' to ya because of me scared me, okay? Because I love ya and I didn't-"

"Stop!! Stop it, shut up!" Dream screamed, pressing his hands to his ears. "I don't care anymore! You had your chance. I already told you: this isn't about you. It's about me. I'm not a hero. I'm a villain now, so I'm gonna do whatever the hell I want and you. Can't. Stop me."

Before Techno could respond, the thud of someone landing next to them startled him and he reached for his sheathed sword. It was someone in a cloak like Dream's, and when they rose from a crouch Techno couldn't help but think he'd seen him before.

"This the guy you mentioned, Dream?" They asked, coming to stand beside the ex-hero.

After a moment of silence, Dream huffed, "Not anymore." Then, he turned on his heel and approached the edge of the roof. "C'mon, Punz. We're done here."

Punz? Why was that familiar?

"Dream, wait!" Punz stepped in front of him before he could get to him, the barrel of a pistol pointed at his forehead.

"You heard him. Don't be stupid," they warned and walked backwards to Dream, still aiming the gun.

"Goodbye, Techno," Dream murmured. He wrapped an arm around Punz's waist and they leapt from the roof together.

Techno ran to where they last stood, watching as Dream swung from building to building with his neon green strings until he disappeared from sight. He released a heavy sigh.

Something wet gathered on his eyelashes and slid down his cheek. Then, it started to rain.

[v3nusxsky]

Hey ^^ could I request a Larissa x fem!reader where the reader is bratty all day so when the school day is over Larissa shows reader where and to whom reader belongs. Of course smut and maybe small aftercare? You can use any kinks you see fit for their dynamic (I’m kinky person so I don’t mind anything really xd)

thank you and hope you have wonderful day <3

My brat 18+

*Authors note~ my last request (was at the time I wrote this) and I'm all officially caught up for my darling Larissa Weems <3 two new requests but here's some long awaited smutty goodness*

Trigger warnings~ brat r / dom l mommy kink overstimulation oral toys punishment praise/degrading fucked dumb

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Yours and Larissa relationship was common knowledge around the walls of Nevermore. At first it was staff members only but soon enough the students started to put two and two together and came up with four. Truthfully neither of you mind the school knowing, all they knew was that you and their headmistress had the kind of love written about in books and seen on movies. The type of love that you dream of wishing to someday have as your own. Then again that being said, they knew what you showed them what happened behind closed doors would always remain private, just for the two of you. And that's how you liked it.

This particular day you had only morning classes and truthfully you were bored. Larissa was busy as usual, not able to give you the attention you wanted, no needed. You weren't above playing dirty to get it either and that's how you formed a plan to gain it. You would break every rule the two of you had agreed on. Every. Single. One. Oh and when she found out you were in for the night of your life. Or so you hoped.

By the end of the day Larissa was hanging on by a thread, you had sent over pictures, voice notes, detailed texts that looked more like essays of what you desired her to do to you and even gone into your toy box to add to the pictures. Safe to say she was truly in need of playing with you, but clearly that's what you were aiming for so naturally she had to make you wait. To achieve that she stayed later than normal in her office after sending you a simple text, one she knew would absolutely drive you wild.

Arriving to your shared chambers she found you exactly where she'd told you to be. You sat on the edge of the bed, head tilted downwards in submission, stripped bare for her. She praised you as she stepped off also. She instructed you to lay flat on your back and she made quick work of restricting your arms and legs. A blind fold neatly placed over your eyes, ensuring you couldn't see a thing. "Now what was it you said earlier my love? Please remind me" she murmured into your ear before retreating to admire her handy work. When you failed to answer her question she brought her hand down against your thigh, delighting in the way it instantly reddened as you yelped out "fuck mommy I said I want you to treat me like a toy and use me till I can't say anything but your name. That I'd be so good for you mommy, touch me, do anything you please just god mommy" you finished reminding her of a few of your texts to be cut off with a moan as her fingers teased your soaked core.

"Such a pretty slut all laid out for mommy aren't you? My toy to use isn't that right?" She purred before moving to grab something. You were left anticipating what would happen, just which of your fantasies would she be acting on today? The answer was given quickly as you felt the vibrator being strapped to your aching cunt. Only when it was secured did Larissa move away from you with a final kiss and get settled in, perfect view of you. She wanted to watch every little reaction you would have as she edged you over and over. To watch you come so close to getting some release before she cruelly ripped it away from you.

With a simple click of the button she was able to do exactly that. You were edged 5 times for the amount of times you had sent pictures of yourself to her that day. By the time she switched it off and untied it from you, you were desperately begging her to give you something, anything just more. She couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic her toy was. "Oh darling, look at you, look at how needy you are for your mommy?" All you could do is whimper at her, "please."

"Oh my pretty whore, your needy cunt is leaking all over the sheets, is that all for me?" She purred coming up to free you from the blindfold. "All for you mommy, all yours" you whined still unable to move your limbs to get what you wanted from her. She moved to help your head tilt forward to see just what a mess you were making, the sight alone causing you to whine for her "mommy touch me"

"Oh no, I was going to give you what you needed, but my slut has lost her manners" she reprimanded you while moving to straddle your head. "Now you're going to be my good little whore and please your mommy and prove you deserve to cum" she commanded before lowering herself onto your mouth. Just like the eager slut you truly were you immediately started to use your mouth, exactly how you knew would drive her wild. You were instantly rewarded with pleasured whines and mewls. You couldn't help but moan at the taste of your lover, the vibrations around her aching pussy only aided her climb to the edge of climax.

Although you were pleasuring her she remained in complete control, ordering and controlling your every action. That fact drove you absolutely wild. "Such a good slut for mommy darling make me cum all over they dirty mouth of yours" was moaned out from the women above you, spurring you on despite the fact your tongue and jaw were tiring you were determined to please your lover. It wasn't long until you were rewarded by a loud high pitched moan and wetness flooding from her core. You made sure to lap up every last drop before she removed herself from your face, laughing at how you were trying to dart your tongue around your chin in an attempted to get the slick that coated your chin.

In your distracted state, Larissa had time to complete strap up and join you back on the bed, teasing your entrance and coating it with your own slick. "Such a dirty girl for mommy hmm, you're so wet you don't even need lube darling" she hummed out in a teasing manner knowing exactly how needy you were. She loved how you lay there still tied up completely at her mercy and ever so desperate for her. Your whines of need were certainly getting uncontrollable even though you were trying to hide them in an attempt to behave. "Beg" she purred into your ear, you immediately let out a string of desperate pleas, only to be cut off turning into moans of pleasure, by feeling her length pushing into you and stretching out your dripping cunt.

It was almost as if Larissa could feel how your walls milked the fake cock for all it was worth, her thrusts becoming frenzied with every whine and whimper you released. Your hips bucking uncontrollably to meet her ruthless thrusts begging for harder, faster and deeper. This time she gave you the permission you needed to let go and you did. Over and over again as she forced orgasm after orgasm from your tired body. "Mommy can't no more, please mommy" you whined pathetically knowing nothing would stop the women from achieving what she wanted. "No darling, you wanted this now you're going to shut up and take it like the filthy whore you are for me" she commanded while untying you and flipping you over before slamming back into you. She knew it wouldn't take much to throw you over the edge one more time, and with her pace and a quick bite to your shoulder, you came with a loud cry. She gently brought you down from your high loving just how blissed out you were. Half hooded eyes, shaking limbs, mouth gaping open as you tried to formulate a sentence. Here, like this, Larissa was sure she'd never had such a beautiful women in her bed. And neither did she want anyone other than you bellow her.

After disappearing to gather a cool wash cloth she immediately started to clean you up as you whined and whimpered in protest. "Hush darling, im just cleaning you up my love I promise, no more okay? You did such a good job for mommy, such a good girl for me." She reassured quickly hurrying to be able to join you in bed and hold you close. That was how you drifted off to sleep, blissfully fucked into a dumb state and snuggled up to your love. For you there wasn't any better way to end the night.

Word count ~ 1578

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Prompt: [sleepy] maybe a half asleep kiss after a mission day?

Pairing: Dougley

If you'd asked James when he took the Group Bombardier job, he'd have said it would be less stressful because he didn't have to aim while getting shot at.

Then Ev goes up without him. And James stares at the horizon for a very long time while Harry stands next to him and doesn't say anything.

"You get used to it, right?" James asks.

"No," Harry replies.

"Was it easier for you up there, even though you couldn't be in the same fort?"

"We were still in it together in the same way," Harry says, and he thumps James on the back. "Now Ev's got Bubbles, and you've got me."

"Not so bad, that," James says and slings an arm around Harry's shoulders, giving him a shake until he laughs and shoves at James. "What the hell do we do until they come back?"

"Worry about them," Harry says. "Get back to work and worry about them."

"Mind if I camp out in your office?" James asks. "I'm new at this. I don't know how to worry and work on the ground."

"You'll figure it out," Harry promises. "And my door's always open."

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The whole fort makes it back. Most of the forts do, in fact. But James isn't ashamed to admit he's really only concerned with the one fort and the one man flying it.

He waits in the barracks while Ev goes through interrogation. He knows Ev's going straight to the showers after, getting the sweat and grime and stress off of him so he can hit up the Officer's Club and tell the story of his brilliant flying with a huge grin and a full cup of cockiness.

James lays on Ev's rack to wait, unashamed to be so obvious he missed him. He sighs in relaxation as Ev's smell surrounds him, and he relaxes further as he thinks about the fact that Ev is on the ground again. He's close again. He's safe again.

He doesn't mean to doze off, but he wakes up to Ev leaning over him, smiling and smelling like Army soap. "Hi," James says.

"Hey, handsome," Ev replies. He cups James's jaw and leans in, kisses him slow and sweet. James, still half-asleep, hums in pleasure and barely moves his mouth. "God, I missed you," Ev murmurs against James's mouth.

James slides his hands up Ev's back, getting his fingers under his undershirt and feeling the still slightly damp skin of his back. "Knew you'd be back," he replies. "You can't resist me."

Ev laughs against his mouth and nudges James's side, sliding onto the cot next to him and curling in good and tight so they can both fit. "Never could," he says. "Never want to." He nuzzles James's cheek, then settles them so their foreheads are touching, and their breath mingles. "Gotta say, not having you up there makes me want to stay right here all night."

James pulls Ev's leg over his own hip and nuzzles on his collarbone. "Don't let me stop you," he says, words slow and slurred because Ev is here and warm and alive, and he made it back to James, and all he wants is to stay where he is and cherish it all.

He feels Ev press a kiss to his temple, and then he falls back asleep. He doesn't know it until later, but Ev is right behind him.

[gabessquishytum]

screams i didnt save it...... i should really. start doing that? in case of tumblr eating things or button accidents??? but instead i simply enter your ask box and type nonsense in a fugue state and send it before i think about things like backups rip

-🐈‍⬛

AHHH don't worry my love it's my silly fingers that are at fault here. I'm going to do a little bullet point fic and hopefully I'll get the gist of what you put in your prompt!!!

Hob is captured in battle and given to Destruction (which makes total sense since he's the warlord of the whole Endless fam and was actually responsible for their victories). Destruction himself obviously has this reputation for being an insanely powerful soldier and it's fair to say that Hob is a little intimidated when he's handed over to the enormous man.

But. Destruction is a very gentle and kind person, and while Hob is moved into his quarters and fully expects to serve his new master, Destruction doesn't make any moves to use him. His only request is for Hob to pose for sketches. It's actually really nice and sweet, and they begin to relax in each other's company bit by bit. Destruction shyly asks to be called Ollie, and Hob just melts because he's absolutely falling in love with this gentle giant.

Their life together is pleasant and they keep dancing around their obvious attraction to each other, until an assassin makes an attempt on Ollie's life. They get as far as aiming to stab him, but Hob doesn't even think twice about putting himself between the knife and the man he loves. He ends up in a bad way but the wound isn't enough to kill him.

Ollie is so mad that Hob would do such a thing and gives him a proper telling off as soon as he's conscious. Hob just grins loopily and says he'd do anything for love. Ollie obviously has to return the sentiment (but he says that if Hob ever puts himself in danger again, he'll kill him).

During Hob’s long recovery the horniness is EXCRUCIATING. Apart from kissing and some light petting, all sexual activities are off the table. Hob literally begs Ollie to finger him but his fingers are so thick... they have to stop for fear of impeding Hob’s healing. On the plus side Ollie does promise to put his whole hand into Hob as soon as his stomach muscles have healed up 100%... Hob has been thirsting over those huge hands and he is very eager to have those sword calluses inside him.

Ollie's sketches of Hob are VERY spicy these days. Hob can't believe that he really looks like that - Ollie's close-up sketches of his widely spread hole are particularly beautiful. Ollie even tries to draw Hob while fucking him, and while they're not the most accurate depictions, Hob treasures them all the same.

That's all I have for now!!! But I definitely think this version of warprize hob needs to go places!!! I love it so much already.

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Prompt Submission From Followers #5

Your writing is really impressive. I absolutely love the suspense you created and the way you phrased your sentences. Your writing style is very thrilling and I truly appreciate it. I found it really fascinating when the door was blocked off by a brick wall and then a voice suddenly comes from behind your character. It was so ominous yet so captivating. Great job! Thank you for the beautifully written submission.

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“Your character stumbles upon a hidden door in their favorite place. When they open it, they find something completely unexpected.”

Submission:

The chill of the night air brushed against her bare arms, causing a shiver to course down her spine. She stirred in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking away the remnants of sleep. She looked around. "Oh, no. Did I fall asleep in here again?" There was no one else there, so she quickly decided she should leave too. She got up from her desk and started collecting her stuff. Her pencil case suddenly fell from her hand to the floor. The dim light in the library barely illuminated the space, the single bulb hanging above her head casting weak, flickering shadows. Though it was night, the feeble glow struggled to reach the floor, making it difficult for her to see even her own feet. She bent down to pick up her pencil case, straining her eyes in the darkness. After a moment, she finally grasped it. As she was about to stand up, she felt a tingling sensation on her arms, as if something or someone had touched her softly. Glancing around, she saw no one. She got up quickly but, as she zipped her bag, a sense of someone standing behind her grew stronger. She felt hot breath on her neck, which paradoxically made her feel even colder. She slowly turned around and found no one again. Her veins pulsed, and her breathing became ragged. Without thinking much, she quickly grabbed her bag and ran toward the exit. When she reached the door, it was closed, heightening her fear. "Why isn't the librarian here? Isn't he supposed to stay until everyone leaves?" she muttered, panic rising in her voice. She started banging on the door, her hands growing sweaty and her legs shaky. Desperately, she tried the handle, and to her surprise, the locked door opened. She pulled it with all her strength, but what she saw next caused a sob left her throat. Instead of an exit, there was a... brick wall. She stumbled back in shock. Then, she heard a slight movement behind her and a soft voice whisper, "You can't run, Zephyr."

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[thatfinewine]

Silly little oneshot that turned in a direction I hadn't intended but went with anyway. Prompt from @potetosaradas was "Blips and Chitz", and the pairing Rick Prime/(young) Rick C-137. It isn't explicitly shippy, but hopefully it's still enjoyable. 🙏

Every so often Rick has to acknowledge that he can't handle all of who Prime is.

(Prime truly does not give a shit. Rick gives too much of a shit.)

“Eh, you win some you lose some,” Prime shrugged nonchalantly as he tossed the helmet game controller down onto the dashboard of the machine, where it landed precariously close to the edge.  He got up from the cramped-but-plush seats and made a show of stretching his long legs, while Rick followed and stood up after him from the opposite chair.

“We wouldn’t ‘lose some’ if you’d quit making us lose!” Rick snapped as he (much more carefully) set his own helmet down and readjusted Prime’s closer to the center of the console without thinking.

Prime reached down and tore off the measly amount of tickets the machine spit out for them.  “Hey; I was having fun shooting Space Fascists—”

“—Instead of protecting the civilians!  Like the objective told us to do!”

“I mean, you made it sound like you had that part pretty handled—”

“—until you blew the whole left wing of the Feds’ ship off and it crashed down on top of us and killed everyone!”

“—which wouldn’t have happened if those pig bastards knew how to steer their own ship.  They drive like male Obravadians!  Man, it’s like they were aiming for you guys – actually, it was kinda funny.”

Prime had already started moving on towards his next objective, leaving Rick to catch up with him.  Rick, mood visibly soured from the loss, didn’t find any of it even slightly amusing.  When Prime caught the look, he rolled his eyes in a comically obvious way.  “Anyone who has taste would find it funny, anyway,” he grumbled, purposefully loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise of the arcade.

“Sorry I don’t find watching innocents being crushed to death funny.”

The air around Prime shifted, the growing tension seemingly choking out the oxygen between them.

“Rick,” Prime said, emphasizing the name with the condescending sort of tone of a teacher who’s disappointed in a student.  “You know you can’t let yourself get all tangled up in small stuff like that.”

Rick felt his face and chest grow hot with embarrassed anger.  Prime spoke about other living beings as if they were hardly more than a footnote to him, but the loss of life never felt ‘small’ to Rick.  That was a conscious being, snuffed right out of existence, losing the most precious thing ever gifted to any of them – life.  A single life that could never be brought back once it was gone.  But the two of them had argued about this so many times before, and this was supposed to be a fun, low-stakes day out playing video games…

“I know,” he answered quietly, sounding simultaneously defeated and bitter about it.

It was moments like these that were chilling reminders of what Prime was like to everyone else.  He was generally good to Rick because he liked Rick.  But Prime didn’t harbor any sort of meaningful fondness for anything else besides creation and discovery.  Rick was an anomaly to him, something that had such a low chance of happening that it was basically a nonexistence; an impossibility.  It made the heat inside of him run cold; as if a block of ice settled into Rick’s ribcage, where it slowly melted into his veins, as he stood in the face of their reality.

Prime found the universe fascinating as he watched life crop up and die as if it were nothing but cells under a microscope.

Rick thought it was wrong to see a disaster happening and do nothing to stop it when he very well had the power to.

Prime said that ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ are societal constructs and aren’t even real.  In the beginning he thought that Rick’s ‘planetary mindset’ was… cute.  But as the same conversation kept circling back around… he was getting annoyed at having to repeat himself.

“You’re not stupid, Rick.  I know you’re not stupid.”

Rick hated those words so much it made him feel sick.

“I know you’re not stupid.  So why do you keep acting like it?”

The feeling of how finite the universe truly was became heavier around Rick, putting pressure on his heart to the point where it hurt to keep beating.  How could two people stay by each other's sides and make a relationship work when their fundamental moral compasses couldn’t align?

“Why does it matter, then?  I-I-I’m not asking you to— to do anything, I’ll do it all myself.  If nothing matters, why does it pi-p-pi-piss you off so much that I want to save lives?”

“Is that really what you’re going to spend the rest of your life doing?  You could be inventing literally anything!  You could be doing anything!  And you’re choosing to waste your own invaluable time simply postponing death for some thing that’s not even going to benefit you?  They’re going to die, Rick.  They’re all going to die.  So you spend a week stopping a flood and helping rebuild a town – then what?  You’re going to leave, feeling all proud of yourself for earning these hero points you invented as a reward and to feel like there’s a balance to the universe and it’s not all chaos – and after you leave, the dam breaks again, or a volcano erupts, or an asteroid slams into the planet, or a burst of solar radiation hits them and wipes out everything.”

“That’s—” 

“—Or another space-faring alien shows up and decides they want the resources and have no use for the people and pick them all off!  Maybe sell them as slaves for a quick buck!  And this is happening to millions of planets - all with sapient life - right now, in this very universe, right this very second, and here you are helping none of them.  So then what, are you choosing which life deserves to survive with your benevolent help?”

“No, I-I’ll—” 

“—Are you going to clone yourself so you can be in billions of places at once, stopping every single disaster on every single planet?  Are you going to lay awake at night beating yourself up over the ones you didn’t save, wasting even more of your time?”

“...”  

“…Do you see how ridiculous you sound to me now?  Come on, Rick.  Look out for yourself - and if a stupid fucking species is going to wipe themselves out with nuclear war, let them.  You’ve fooled yourself into believing that you care.  …If you want to then just do it, but don’t act like it makes you a saint.  You’re not.  You’re Rick Sanchez.”

They usually don’t talk for days afterward.

“I’ll give you time to calm down and actually use that brain of yours.  I know you’re not stupid, Rick.”

Rick didn’t even look over as he heard Prime let loose an exaggerated groan.  “Oh my God,” he complained, drawing out the title into a word that took two whole seconds to say, “stop pouting.”

“I’m not pouting,” Rick snapped back, as he actively made an effort to stop pursing his lips and slumping his shoulders.  It wasn’t pouting.  It was… it was…

“We came here to have fun – it’s a fucking space arcade!   You really can ruin anything, huh?”

The good times were so good, but the bad times were so bad.

“It’s a talent,” Rick muttered, trying not to sound like he was marking up a list in his head of the pros and cons of choosing this man as his partner.

Prime shot him a sidelong glance and gave his cosmic twin’s face a quick once-over.  Rick often wondered what Prime’s mental list was.  How long did Rick even have before the scales tipped out of his favor and he lost his appeal?  What would happen to him then?

Existence was finite, after all.

Even for Gods.

[wyvchard]

Whom I work for

Idea from this prompt by @ramen-writes

"I figured this will happen soon." I sigh as I look at my restraints.

"Quiet! You... You are the one person I find absolutely annoying! I can't even scratch you. You-"

"Sorry. Don't got time for this." I leaned back onto the chair as I closed my eyes.

"H-hey! Don't fall asleep!"

My magic is way too drained for this mess.

-

"I'm here to save my friend!" The familiar voice of the hero stirred me up from my nap. "... What the- Unhand him now!"

"... Hey." I fought a yawn when I realized I was being carried by the villain.

"Quiet. You make friends with everyone. Now look at what you'd done! You woke him up!" The villain yelled. As loud as the hero. Sheesh, you'd think being the villain would lead you to be more calm and collected.

Quite frankly, I don't really bother to remember their names. They told me once when they signed the contracts. I could look at it but is it really that important?

All I know is I work for the hero and the villain. That's it.

No personal feelings. As long as they treat me decently, I would provide quality service.

I suppose I can learn their names but I'm more used to calling them "hero" and "boss". It felt more appropriate.

"... Sorry. But let him go."

"No. He's with me."

"Give me my idea guy back, Villain! You vile creature."

"... Can both of you argue over this while I take a nap? Sheesh. You two are noisy. And this is one of the few times I can take a good nap without worrying over missing work."

... I don't even need to open my eyes to know they're both looking at me.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't profit from war. What do you think the reason you two have the lowest casualty rate amongst the rest of the hero and villain fights?"

"You tell me. You have a way of sweet talking me out of launching attacks on civilian areas."

"And you get me to preserve said civilian areas."

"Exactly. It's not good for the economy. People need to work, not worry if they're gonna survive your next stupid fight. Also, I once tried calling insurance and they're a pain. If I get them out of business, I'll be more than happy for a few days."

"... So you played me all this time?!"

"... We signed a contract, boss. You pay me, I help realize your schemes."

"... What about me?"

"Same thing."

"Will you work with anyone who pays you?"

"... Second clause. Treat me well. You two are by far the most decent clients I got. And that's saying something, considering I served kings far older than you two."

"... Assistant, what exactly are you?"

"I'm a dragon and since gold isn't as useful anymore, I'm aiming for money."

"I always knew you were a bit of a trickster but what in the seven realms?! You could have conquered the entire continent!"

"... I had a dragon serving me all this time? This... This is... I assumed you were one of the many horned species!"

"... That was the point. I just want a comfortable nest to nap for... who knows how long when I finally get sick of your fighting. It's a good plan."

[mcflymemes]

THE HANGOVER PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2009 film

it says here we should work in teams.

why don't we remember a goddamn thing from last night?

you're in for a real treat today.

i see guys like you in here every fucking day.

you found the car?

i just wish your friends were as mature as you.

i'm thinking about getting my bartender's license.

you're such a bad person.

you're actually gonna wear that, or are you just fucking with me?

by the way, we're all gonna die.

at least our trip wasn't a total loss.

hey, what's that on your arm?

would you shut up and drive before any of these nerds asks me another question?

this does not seem fair.

do i have any volunteers?

watch it, pervert!

that's not a purse. that's a satchel!

we had a great fucking time.

you're not really wearing that, are you?

we all do dumb shit when we're all fucked up.

why are you peppering the steak?

no chance. cash only.

what the fuck happened last night?

am i missing a tooth?

who does shit like that?

we're not even going to be in the room.

you just have to get to know them better.

this is my favorite part coming up now.

we don't want to call attention to ourselves.

you guys ready to let the dogs out?

it's no big deal.

we call this place "loserville."

you cool with that?

it's where i keep all my things.

trust me, it's not worth the fight.

your language is offensive.

don't let the beard fool you. he's a child.

what're you talking about?

indiana jones wears one.

you are a fucking moron.

you're an idiot.

where the hell are you? i'm freaking out.

let's go, handsome.

i don't think you should be doing too much gambling tonight.

it hurts too much.

i'm not cool with that.

now, it's real simple.

whatever happens tonight, i will never, ever, ever speak a word of it.

listen... uh. we fucked up.

are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of the baby?

who said anything about gambling?

pull yourself together, bro.

suck my dick.

all you got to do is point, aim, and shoot.

why would you go to las vegas?

you don't know for sure?

things got out of control.

i should have been a fucking cop.

seriously. i don't care what happens. i don't care if we kill someone.

i feel weird having to ask you twice.

can i ask you another question?

it's at the corner of get a map and fuck off.

you can do this. just focus.

that's not what you do.

i'm pretty sure that's illegal.

we're getting married in five hours.

if it's what i think it is, it's a big fucking mistake.

i can't afford to lose somebody close to me again.

this isn't the real caesar's palace is it?

i keep forgetting about the goddamn tiger.

it's not gambling when you know you're gonna win.

it's not illegal.

whose fucking baby is that?

you heard me!

i'm on your side!

yeah... that's not gonna happen.

i'm sick of doing what you want me to do all the time.

i shouldn't be here.

where'd you get that cop car from?

boy, you've got a sweet ride there.

don't listen to this maniac.

we're shit out of luck.

how's my hair?

it was a real pleasure meeting you.

what if he got out?

you are literally too stupid to insult.

there's a phone in your room.

oh, how cute.

do me a favor. don't text me. it's gay.

whatever this is ain't working for me.

you might not know this, but i consider myself a bit of a loner.

wait a second. could it be?

i stand corrected.

are you nuts?

i don't know you. you do not exist.

would you please put some pants on?

i hate godzilla! i hate him too!

that was once, and i was out of line.

this isn't your fault.

i'll get you some pants.

remember, what happens in vegas stays in vegas.

right in the nuts!

don't touch it. don't even look at it.

i say we delete it right now.

did you have to park so close?

i met you like four times.

that was beautiful! well done!

i'll hit an old man in public.

i want to find out how i went to the hospital.

we're going to be okay.

that's highly unlikely.

[foone]

Jay peered around the doorframe over the corpse of the security guard. In the dim light of the still-illuminated exit signs, he spotted the attackers. Three figures, two carrying what looked like over-complicated crossbows, and a third hanging a few steps back, holding a dimly glowing rod and wearing some kind of tank on their back. A flamethrower? Maybe.

They're methodically checking all the offices along the hallway, ignoring the open door. Clearly they're worried about a surprise popping up behind them from one of the doors.

He leans back into the office. The wizard is rapidly writing something on the tablet, as the translator tries to keep up. Jay walks over and asks the translator what's going on, seeing the wizard's gestures towards the door.

"I'm not 100% sure but he says they will be sending squads with a magician, who has a... tank? Jar? And that you need to break the tank, and he'll take care of the rest."

Jay resists rolling his eyes. "That easy, huh? I saw when the guard fired at them, they're bullet-proof!" he says, checking how many rounds are in the guard's gun, more to reassure himself than anything else. The actual number is not very useful to know, if they can't actually hurt these invaders.

The translator writes out some words on the tablet, and the wizard slaps his head and quickly writes out a response. "this is not the best time for a chat, any chance you can hurry it along?" he mumbles, nervously checking the doorway again.

"I'm trying, I'm trying! Okay he says they have a shield which slows down fast moving things. So if you're close enough, it'll still work."

"Great. How close?"

"I have no idea. I don't understand their units yet."

"oh lovely! See if you can figure that out. I'm not optimistic about our chances either way... There are three of them, and two have weapons. Even if I can rush one, that leaves the other to put a hole in me, and then you."

"I'm working on it! Let me... Wait. Wait wait. It doesn't rain on their planet, remember?" she puts down the tablet and starts digging through her purse. "yeah?" "are all these sprinklers connected?" "what? I think so. Why?"

She climbs on the table, which wobles worryingly. Reaching up to the sprinkler, she lifts a scruffy lighter pulled from her purse.

"Tell me when. This should give you the opening you need!"

He stares at her, once again not sure exactly how much she's mad versus brilliant. "that's... That might work. Okay, get ready!" he says, kneeling by the door. There's only a few doors left before the attackers get to them. He thinks of mentioning that if this doesn't work, she's likely to be the first shot they take, standing on the table like that, but thinks better of it. It's the best chance of getting they have to get out of here without an impromptu piercing from those crossbow goons, and it would just worry her.

"See if you can get him to hide in the corner. I don't want them to get a lucky shot and take him out before we have a chance to fight back."

"oh good point. Can you hand... Oh right" she leans down to grab the tablet, but this turns out to be the last straw for this flimsy government-grade interview table. The table, tablet, and her all come crashing down with a terrible noise. A loud noise, which unfortunately prompts a response from down the hall.

Jay starts repeatedly swearing under his breath and takes aim at the doorway. So much for the plan. No no no, this isn't going to work. They're expecting this. They're checking each door carefully. I need them off balance. Oh well, time to do something foolishly heroic.

He steps against the far wall, near where the translator is being helped up by the wizard. He breathes deep, once, and runs for the doorway, hopping over the security guard's corpse as he goes.

As he enters the hallway all the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and the air feels electric. He turns to run at the intruders, who are only a single door down the hallway and have their crossbows already raised. Oh shit he thinks as he goes into a dive, barely thinking about why he does that. He doesn't hear the firing so much as the wall behind him splintering, and the clattering noise as one of the bolts hits the floor and bounces along it, failing to embed itself in the tiled floor.

Raising his gun, he fires at the worst target. The unarmed woman (he can now tell) wearing the tank of blueish-green liquid). The other two are already reloading or going for their backup weapon, so he should be taking advantage of this moment of confusion to take them out. That's what his training told him, and he could almost hear his old instructor screaming in his head. Too bad, he puts his faith in the wizard, and hopes he's not about to die from a mistranslation.

His shot misses her, handily. The tank worn on her back shatters like a wine glass, and there's a moment of pain as it diffuses into the room. He tastes metal and mint and his ears ring.

The woman is stepping back and raising her staff. The crossbow solders have shaken it off much faster than him, and one pulls out something that looks like nearly the exact midpoint between a hunting knife and a short sword.

Jay tries to will his muscle to move and roll towards shooting him, but his arms are feeling like he sleep on them, the pins and needles tingle going from his fingers to his shoulders. This is not good.

And then there's an alarm in the distance. A moment of pause, and grey-ish black water sprays down on all of them. The sprinklers!

The intruders act like they've been teargassed. You don't appreciate how long people born on earth have had to get used to the fact that it rains, and for people who've never even seen a cloud, getting rained on is a new and frightening experience, even if it's a poor imitation of a rainstorm being provided by barely up to code fire suppression systems.

He manages to raise the gun enough to shoot the man nearest him, and his screaming turns into a choke, then silence. Jay has no illusions about being able to get turned around to take out the other guy, and who knows what the woman is capable of? But maybe this will even the odds a little. He gets about halfway to pointing at the other soldier when he's hit by a truck.

Or at least it feels like it. He's thrown down the hallway by the force of the impact, confused by the lack of anything visible hitting him. He loses his grip on the gun, and hitting the far wall at the end of the hallway definitely doesn't do anything for the tingling in his upper body. He raises his head enough to see down the hallway, where the woman is holding up that staff, which is now glowing an angry read. Oh right. They have wizards.

The blue haze of the spilled liquid from her tank is still floating around the floor like someone dumped dye in a smoke machine, but as he tries to force himself to get up and grab the gun, he notices it's all flowing in the open door of the interrogation room. He idly wonders if the AC is still running (how could the AC be running? They cut the power! Also, why am I thinking about this? I may have a concussion...) as the soldier and wizard (are female wizards witches? Sorceresses? Do they have a different term at all?) walk towards him slowly, the soldier finishing loading his crossbow.

He fires. Jay closes his eyes instinctively.

There's nothing. No pain, no impact sound of a miss, just a ptwang of firing and then silence. He opens his eyes. The bolt is stopped in mid air, by the open door. The wizard-lady shouts something, and Jay doesn't need the translator's help to know that that's a swear, and not a very nice one.

The wizard they were interrogating walks... Floats? Jay isn't sure how much is magic and how much is the concussion. He... moves into the hallway, and the witch-enchantress raises her staff while rapidly saying a lot of words, and the solder goes for his knife-sword.

His floating wizard friend raises his hand and...

Shit. Did I black out?

A moment had passed. The wizard is still standing there. The solder and magical girl (a sailor moon theme song begins playing in Jay's head, unbidden. Yep, definitely a concussion) are not. There's no sign of them. Not even a scorchmark on the wall or a bloodstain on the floor.

That's a little worrying. Okay, a lot worrying. Note to self, don't get on this guy's bad side. Also, minor update from your still functioning senses: he's standing over you now. Maybe see if you can react to that?

Jay tries to get up, and the wizard puts out a hand. "Here, let me help"

As Jay is pulled to his feet, he realizes why that sounds weird. "Now I know I have a concussion, because since when do you speak English?"

"since about 2 minutes ago. Come on, we need need to get out of here. They wouldn't just send one squad, and they will quickly notice that that we stopped one of them."

Jay tries to walk and it turns into a limp and nearly collapsing into the wall. "we? I'm pretty sure that was mainly you."

"nonsense. I couldn't have done a thing until you took out the matra tank". That word sizzles in Jay's head, like it's a wire that's improperly grounded. I guess that's what happens when the magic can translate something?

The translator reappears at the doorway, nervously looking up and down for any further attackers. "Are you alright?" she asks Jay.

"I'll survive, but we need to get out of here. Can you help steady me? If we can get to the stairs I can drive us out of here, but I'm still a little off balance from whatever that-" he pauses, his brain having run out of female-magic-user synonyms, "thaumaturgist!" (where did that come from?) "... Uh, from whatever she did to me, or from hitting the wall after she did the thing she did to me. I may be slightly loopy, as you can probably tell."

"Sure. Rudapedi, can you hold him up on that side?" "of course. Let's go. "

So his name is Rudapedi? It's a good thing these magic users don't speak Latin, or that might mean something like... Stinky feet? Wait, I don't think "rude" means stinky... I can't remember much of my Latin classes. Pecavi? Why is the world spinning so much, and what does Latin have to do with it?

Everything is going black. His last words before the warm velvety embrace of unconsciousness are "puella est in cena."

[thesimpsbasement]

Prompt 19. with Herlock Sholmes x gn or male reader (for the event)

•Prompt #19:“Of course i came for you it would take much more than that to stop me”

•Reader is gender neutral

•Tags/warnings:violence,blood

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This was meant to be a nice date with Herlock. He managed to save enough money to treat you to dinner to show his appreciation for you.He isn't the type to always be a romantic but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body.

You two were walking down the streets of London when you heard heavy and quick footsteps approaching you ,turning around you see 2 people running towards you,both holding a knife.One of the goons got ahead and aimed to attack.You being his target. Closing your eyes you waited for impact but the pain never came.Opening your eyes you notice Herlock in front of you,knife plunged into his arm and it's bleeding! "HERLOCK!" You yell,eyes widen in shock " _____ go! Run! I'll be fine!" He grunts looking dead serious.You've known Herlock for a while and if Herlock is serious then there's no way to change his mind.Turning around you ran as fast as your legs could take you.You tried to find the closest phone booth to call the police. But of course things aren't in your favor because you managed to trip over god knows what. What's worse is that the thug was right behind you ready to attack. Even if you tried to get up you still wouldn't have time to flee.As you saw the attacker lunging at you ,someone got in front of you and what you heard next was something only familiar,sorta like the sound that Iris' smoke gun makes,wait Iris' smoke gun? Like the one Herlock invented? Analyzing the figure in front of you it finally hit you,it was Herlock! Said detective was busy detaining your attacker who's now laying on the ground after Herlock gave him a good punch in the gut "Herlock…" you murmured getting up from the cold pavement " Everything is under control now no need to fret" he says getting up as well as he asked the guy to get up so he can take him to the station. You looked at his arm and you noticed it's bandaged up,rather poorly if you do say so yourself " You came after me while you're still injured!?" You ask ,a bit louder than you intended " But of course I came for you! It would take much more than that to stop me” he chuckles " After all you're my partner I can't just leave you for dead" he says giving you a wink " Say what happened to the other guy?" You ask ,remembering how there were 2 of them " Oh yeah I did the same thing I did to this fella and a policeman just so happened to be nearby so I asked him to keep and eye on him as I went looking for his friend" he explains, his grip on the guy tightening slightly remembering how he almost hurt his beloved,angry Herlock was a rare sight but definitely a scary one. " Speaking of which there he is" Herlock said pointing at the 2 figures In front of him. " Mr. Sholmes I see you have caught the other person you were chasing" said the police officers " Why of course,What would you expect from the great detective Herlock Sholmes" he says, handing over the attacker to the officer " I trust you'll take these 2 at the station? For you see I'm quite busy at the moment" he says, slugging his arm around you with a smile " Uhm right sir! I will" he said before leaving the 2 of you alone. As soon as he left Herlock sighed before his posture became sluggish. You recognise that stance of his, he's in his depressive mood. " Hey, you ok? Well I mean besides the hand injury" you ask,worried look on your face "are you ok? How can I possibly be ok! Our precious date has been ruined and we ended up having a terrible time instead of spending it carefreely eating something delicious " he exclaimed " I swear I'll have those two never see the light of day again even if it's the last thing I do" he says,his brows furrowed. " Hey don't worry about it too much, we can still go later! But right now I think we should take care of that injury of yours,don't wanna go around with you bleeding now do we?" You say trying g to lift up his mood " Alright you do have a point" he says quickly regaining confidence " I won't let those chums ruin our lovely date more than they already have" he says grabbing your hand with his other hand.

" Let's get going,the quicker we get home,the quicker we can deal with this stab wound and the quicker we can get our date started" he says,quickly scanning the area to make sure there's no threats before pecking your cheek " I'm quite hungry you know and I have anticipated this day for so long" you giggle at his antics " I know I've been you planning it after all" you say as you two started walking home," But of course I could've done it on my own but you insisted to help because you're my lover" he says " Are you trying to say we're not?" You ask jokingly "Never in a million years ever since that day you confessed you shall forever be my partner till death separates us" he declared " Is that a marriage proposal?" " Maybe ,Maybe not we'll just have to wait and see".

((Wedding prolly gonna have to be in secret cuz yk 1900's but yeah

[zeldaelmo]

Is it cheating to ask for more than one?? LOL oh well Imma cheat! Drunk Zelda (NSFW) & TP smut weapon arsenal (NSFW) (PLEASE INSERT SHAKY EYES HERE)

It's absolutely not cheating, dear! (Especially since I posted in the middle of the night for most of my followers and probably nobody will send another ask lmao)

Ok, these two fic ideas couldn't be more different, haha. Drunk Zelda is angsty smut (because as much as I like writing SFW fluff, I live for angsty NSFW stories) with some plot and TP smut weapon arsenal is just a goofy little smutty story. More for both under the cut for suggestive themes. :)

Drunk Zelda (I really should have named that doc better haha):

It's a marriage of convenience scenario (TP). Link has returned to the castle and they've become good friends. The topic of Zelda's marriage comes up and they both think, why not? Totally no major crush involved on both sides, no, no

They celebrate with balls and whatnot, make it passably through the wedding night. The first few weeks are a little bit bumpy and stressful and they often fall dead into their beds, but overall it's a success.

That is, until Link realizes that Zelda only sleeps with him when she's tipsy.

A horrible discovery that leads to spiraling thoughts. Why can't she stand him when she's sober? He tries to kiss her a little more affectionately during the next few days, but as soon as his hands drift, she panics. He gets very sad and withdrawn, thinking she doesn't love him back or he's hurting her. What if him being close to her, seeing the scars that his sword left on her skin, reminds her of how he had to fight her when she was Ganondorfs's puppet? Her own husband has aimed his weapon on her, how could she ever love him back?

Zelda however is just so incredibly shy and unfamiliar with physical affection that she believes she can only give him, an experienced country boy (he isn't any more experienced as she, but it's what she believes), what he wants if she loosens up a bit. It worked well enough on their wedding night, after all... It's not that he could love a mess like her anyway, with her scarred body and her soul that couldn't even withstand Ganondorf's attempt to possess her, so she has at least to fulfill his needs on this level somehow to make up for his sacrifice of marrying her (and not his true love Midna).

One evening, Link has enough and swaps her glass of wine with grape juice and dances with her until she's dizzy enough to believe it's from the 'wine'. They make out but of course, Zelda is a smarty and realizes halfway through that she isn't drunk and gets flustered again. Link confesses his worries and they figure it out together and have a second 'first time' with all the feels. 

I haven't written a single word for this, since it sounds like a multi-chapter monster... oops. But I really like the themes that could be explored in this one, so maybe one day I'll start. An event with a prompt list would be cool for this, so that I'm somewhat forced to prioritize it (she says while organizing an event where she writes the prompt list herself lmao).

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Ok, the other one is just goofy smut. It's based on this post.

I imagined a scene where a freshly married Link and Zelda try to get a private moment but it's not so easy to get undressed with all the weapons on their bodies. Additionally, someone keeps interrupting them, so at one point, Zelda just throws one of his knives that blocks the door or something to keep the soldiers from being a cock blocker.

That's it, that's the whole plot. 😆 When I saved the tumblr post as inspo, I thought about TP zelink, but actually I think this would work much better with Hyrule Warrior zelink mid-war. So, maybe not freshly-married, but that's really not so important. I thought about this happening during honeymoon, but it works just as well or even better at a battle field-related place. With this fic, it’s a bit similar to the other -- I just need an opportunity to finally write it. It will happen at some point, especially since it’s probably a 2-5k word range that I could finish within a week or two, but... priorities. :):):)

[naresnani]

Lamb stew

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Nokto Klein / Adam Kain (OC) | Words: 1k

Tags: christmas fic, crack

Notes: This is for @xxsycamore 's' 𝗧𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 event except uh, I don't really know what Christmas is like. teeheehee

Prompt is 'Warming up together after a snowball fight'

"You know, Prince Nokto. I knew nothing about Christmas," Adam said as he unnecessarily tried to peel open the wrapping of his gift without ruining the coloured paper. "So you should have told me to bring something more, err…special. And definitely, non consumable."

Nokto is sitting beside him in the palace garden. On his lap, being hugged by him, wrapped tightly in cloth, is a steaming hot spicy lamb stew. 

"What are you talking about. I can't get this from anyone else in the world." This is the definition of special. He's enjoying it enough as a warmer. 

"Well to be frank you can always ask my sister to- WHOAH, this is! "

Adam pulls out the content of his gift. A winter coat, fur and all lining up the hood.

“This is. This is warm.” He had put it on in the split second he got it!

“You always say that it’s colder here closer to the mountains, so I thought you'd appreciate it."

"And I can fit you in it." 

The front of the coat could indeed cover Nokto enough if he sticks himself close in front of Adam.  

“Uhh… maybe it is a little bit big, huh.”

"No. Nokto, this, this is too much. This isn't comparable to a lamb stew. No… I cannot live with this…not at all…."

There’s nothing more humiliating to a Yashpari than not being able to bring comparable gifts. They live to 'out-gift' each other. He might as well say, 'well Prince Nokto, this is it. I'm going to die in shame in front of you, right now.'

“Adam. Seriously. It's all good. And it's not about the gift itself you know."

He sobbed into the snow on the ground. "I could have given you anything in the world…and it's a damn lamb stew."

"Hey I know this takes hours to prepare and cook. And it's something you eat on your eid, right? I like you sharing that with me."

Adam rolls into a fetal position on the ground. Still wearing the fluffy coat. Face still as stoic as usual. 

"Adam?" 

"I'm going to go back home."

"You're not going anywhere."

"No, I can't face your family."

"Adaam."

Nokto tries to roll Adam to his back so he could pull him up to sit. Adam just rolls away again, facing his back towards Nokto. 

"I can't go."

Nokto shook his shoulder. "You promised me to go for the dinner, come on." 

Sob. "I'm going to be such an embarrassment."

Alright. Nokto is annoyed now. He dipped his hand into the snow and scooped some up. He quickly balled it with his other hand and threw it at Adam. 

A delayed reaction. 

"Aaahh! Not the face!" 

"Get up or there's more where that comes from."

Adam rolls a couple metres away, so quickly Nokto worries that he has done this too often. He rises up on one knee and quickly dips his fingers down to arm himself. 

His snowball throw is quick but without structure. It's powders by the time it hits Nokto. 

"Amateur." 

Tsk. Adam starts balling them up properly. "You don't pick long distance fights with me, I'm a better aim than you."

"Ok. Then go aim this." Nokto kicks up some snow towards him, and in that split second of surprise, he hits Adam's face again, point blank. 

Adam stumbles backwards. He falls, creating an Adam shaped dent in the snow. 

"Hah! That's 2-0 baby! Who's aiming better now?"

His boyfriend, he bullies him way too much. 

Adam rises from his grave. Scooping up snow like a madman. Nokto sees that fucking bloodlust and tries running away. Not able to go far at all, he is hit by two big snowballs back to back on his back. He fell on his face. 

"Augh, wait…" Nokto pushes his snow-covered face up. 

Behind him, he sees Adam running like a train. 

"Wait, oh no… he is-" 

Too late, Adam jumps and dives towards him. Nokto couldn't even scream before Adam fell on him flat on the ground. "Got you." 

Nokto immediately starts biting. 

"Waah! No, don't eat the gloves, Prince Nokto!" 

"Kain." He growls. He grins like an animal. "You fool. Were you trying to run away or catch me?" 

Before he could answer, Adam realises his bad decision when Nokto flips around and SLAP! Sandwiched Adam's face with handfuls of snow. 

That profound pain resonates into the sky. 

With his face squeezed, and cold, Adam said, "... I yield."

Nokto let his hands fall from his face. The remaining snow sticks to the fur of Adam's coat gift. He stares down at Nokto with a pensive expression. They're both contemplating their life decisions now. 

Nokto starts biting again. 

"Waah, wait, I yielded!" 

"I'm not letting you go before you agree to come." 

"Alright, alright. I'll eat at the palace. I'll eat dinner. I'll bring the lamb stew over. Don't bite me." 

Nokto sighs and lets his head and arms fall to the ground again. Adam, too, deflates onto the ground, still on top of him. His breath is on his neck. His face is now reddish from the cold and exertion. Honestly if he could, Nokto wants to start pushing him and wrestling him away again, but that just reminds him of a way better, different kind of activity they could be doing instead. 

Too bad dicks don't work that well in the cold. On the other hand, 

"... This coat works too well." Adam mumbles. He's right. Nokto now sees being uncomfortably pinned down like this as an absolute win. 

"Do you think. If we stopped by my room first, the stew is gonna get cold?" Nokto said. 

"What are you talking about. You can always heat it up again."

"Great. Fantastic."

Adam got up from the ground. With Nokto on the inside of his coat. They are now two guys in a trench coat. 

Nokto holds the pot of stew up front. "Alright. This way we are a team, and there's no gift-competing going on. And we look like one very large dude."

"Ugh. If you say so…." 

"Man. This is an excellent way to sneak your boyfriend into family dinner."

[rosenallies]

Can you do 11 from the angst prompts with alternate breakup au🥺

I changed this quote slightly but u get the idea</3

11. "How am I supposed to go on?"

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"No, no, I can't let you do that," Denali said weakly, shaking his head.

"Baby, this isn't up for debate. I'm not going to continue to tour while you stay home and I don't want to put the stress of traveling all the time on you. It's just for a little while, until we figure out what's going on, but you have to let me help you. Please," Rosé pleaded, holding onto Denali's hand like it was keeping them both tethered to Earth.

"I-I don't need help and I don't want to be the reason your dreams get crushed!"

Denali found himself growing angry, but somehow still just as crestfallen. The thought of Rosé having to put his life on pause because of him made him angry, at himself and at Rosé for just not letting him go, but it was mostly aimed at himself. If he could just be normal, everything would be fine. Rosé would still be able to travel and do what he loved, shit, if he were normal, even he would be able to travel and do what he loved. Well, what he once loved. It seemed like now the joy was sucked out of everything. He used to love drag, expressing himself through his art but now every time he got into drag all he could do was ruminate over how he looked, how he acted, how people were probably staring at him thinking about how repulsive he was, how annoying he was and everything in between.

"You aren't crushing my dreams, don't tell me if the roles were reversed you wouldn't do the same. It’s just, baby, I don't feel comfortable leaving you at home and we tried having you come along with me, but it was so hard on you."

Rosé was crying now and Denali wanted to disappear, to let the sofa they sat on swallow him whole. He hated most things about himself, but he hated the way he upset Rosé so much the most. For whatever reason, Rosé loved him unconditionally, baggage and issues in all. No matter how Denali tried to push him away to protect them both, Rosé remained right there, arms open to catch him when he fell. Even when he missed and Denali found himself plummeting deeper and deeper, Rosé never stopped blindly searching for his hand or any other way he could pull him up.

Denali sniffed. "I'm sorry, I don't want you to put your life on hold," he cried, "you deserve so much more than that."

"My sweet boy," Rosé wept, pulling Denali into his arms, stomach turning at how easy it was to move him, how small and frail he felt in his arms, "my sweet, sweet boy, I love you so fucking much. I can't leave you, it isn't safe. My life would be over, not just on hold if anything happened to you. God, I don't even want to think about it. But how could I go on? I wouldn't be able to. I can't just-I can't, Nali, please don't fight me on this, please."

All Denali could do was nod, he didn't have the energy to argue about it any more, even though it was tearing him apart inside the way he burdened Rosé with all his shit. He just buried his face in Rosé's neck, squeezing his eyes closed while the older man rocked him back and forth in his arms, murmuring about how it would all be okay. Though, he and Denali both knew either they were in for the hardest journey either of them have ever endured or Rosé was wrong and everything wouldn't be okay in the end. Denali couldn't help but think it was the latter.