#we'll see if i can make it some other time!!

[kathaynesart]

LAST TIME ON REPLICA!

While the first UPDATE of the new arc went up just a few weeks ago, we'll now be jumping back into the thick of the main storyline so figured a little refresh was in order! I'll be posting the next update probably tomorrow, so here's a quick rundown on all the important points before we dive right back into it (TW: blood and character death mention):

In the previous arcs we see recordings of Donnie's final hours infiltrating the Technodrome. He is forced to cut off Leo's arm to save him from becoming infested by the Krang (and more importantly to keep the bomb planted in his head from going off, a safeguard so his memories can't be read by the Krang).

While the others escape Donnie stays behind against Leo's orders and manages to plant two pieces of purple-looking krang tech within the Technodrome. One appears to a probe which allow Shelldon to tap into the Krang mainframe and secretly spy on them. The other... we don't know. Captured and confronted by Krang Prime, Donnie choses to trigger the bomb in his own head so that his knowledge cannot be used by the Krang.

Omega decides to reveal what he can to April, explaining that the two pieces are part of a secret plan of Donnie's known as "Project Shield and Spear." Both are pieces of new hybrid krang tech he created using krang matter and Draxum's bioengineering. "Shield" is the probe they all knew about, but what "Spear" does he refuses to say. Whatever it is, he says it will only act as a last resort should the Krang win the war and will guarantee that they never attack another planet... and Omega is the only one who can pull the trigger.

Elsewhere, while Mikey had managed to awaken some of his old power within him, it feels like his Ninpo is not back to normal. He can do things he couldn't do before, like healing magic, but it all makes him very tired. Draxum explains that it's likely because he hasn't completely unlocked his ninpo and is using up his life force instead. Mikey decides to attempt to unlock his ninpo by using the powers he currently has.

He nearly achieves this but comes across another being that also seems to be reaching for the ninpo. Instead he chases after the voices he hears which sounds like Donnie's and is exposed to flashes of the new timeline created in the movie.

Back in the real world, it's not looking good as Mikey suddenly bursts with a rush of intense energy. He loses consciousness but gains a painful new hairdo.

While this is happening, Omega accidentally comes upon the coordinates where it seems Raph's body might have fallen in the Central Park Colony ruins. We end the arc with two familiar looking agents being sent out into the field to find and retrieve him...

And that's it! A lot of other things happened in Arc 4 and 5, but these are the major talking points you'll need to keep in mind! Hope that helps, I should probably have it up by tomorrow!

[theplumsoldier]

undercover(s) (18+)

summary: oh no, there's just one bed!

pairing: tim bradford x f!reader

word count: 5,4k

warnings: friends to lovers trope, dirty talk, vulgar language, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, riding that thick dick, praise, mentions of injury (reader), let me know if i missed anything<3

You were perched in front of the mirror, admiring the woman gazing back at you through long lashes.

“It's giving brat.”

False lashes, acrylic nails, threaded brows.

“You know, I'm actually kind of diggin’ it.”

Little black dress with an open back, Jacquemus handbag, golden hoops, perfumed skin, high-heeled boots.

“Damn, I look good.”

Through the mirror, you could see Tim still at it with the device, a little black box with an antenna that could detect signals from even the smallest, most high-tech recorders. It made a static noise as he hovered the stick over just about every surface and object.

“Alright. It's safe,” he finally concluded once he was content with his work.

“Could have told you as much. My contacts are good,” you sassed with a smug look, leaning your hand on your hip.

Tim shot you an incredulous look as he packed away the gear. “Yeah, you can drop the bratty attitude now, smartass.”

You chuckled as he removed the gun from his belt and put it on the dresser. “I don't know—it's kinda growing on me.”

Though you had never been undercover with Tim before, you were confident you knew him well enough to feel when something was off with him. You had known each other for a long time, and right now he was being off.

And you knew exactly why.

“Come on, it's not that bad,” you sighed, finally moving away from the mirror and stepping out of the shoes.

There was only one bed.

He arched a brow at you and rolled his eyes. “The hell it is. We're supposed to play brother and sister and we're sharing a bed?”

You snorted at his tone—speaking as if it would jeopardize the whole operation. 

“Look, even if anybody thinks anything of it, I refuse to believe it'll become a problem. We'll just roll with it,” you reasoned nonchalantly.

“What?” he mouthed in disbelief. “Roll with it? I—” he cut himself off, brows knitted tightly as he ran with hands over his face.

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction and folded your arms as you leaned against the wall. “I'm sure we won't be the first incestuous couple residing in Buttfuck Arizona.”

You were clearly making him uncomfortable and you were having way too much fun with it.

Tim seemed to be looking anywhere but at you. You wondered if it was the one bed or the way you looked in the dress. You hoped it was the dress.

His jaw clenched as he inhaled sharply through his nose, his mouth set in a tight-lipped twitch. He shook his head when he finally glared at you, quickly turning to unload the gear from your suitcase. "Okay—just… Get your head on straight, yeah? Meeting's set in twenty.”

***

You winced as Tim tightened the string working through the flesh of your upper arm, the hand that wasn't holding the needle holding your shoulder in a firm grip. The pain was nothing you hadn't experienced before, but his touch made you hyper-aware of every sensation in your body. Including the heat rushing to your cheeks and ears.

“Stay still,” Tim ordered, his steely blue eyes focused on his patchwork as he closed the wound and bandaged it for you. “Let me know if there's any discomfort.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you sighed, your tone lower and shakier than you expected it to be.

The deal had gone sideways, but not completely off the tracks. Tim seemed worried that your cover was blown but your instincts told you not all had gone awry—you had been caught in a knife fight with your target's enemies. While the target fled the scene and bullets ricocheted, you and Tim secured the gangsters before heading off, too, leaving the rivals disabled for when backup swooped in. You had convinced Tim the operation was not compromised—that if anything, you had substantiated your cover.

Tim went out to pick up some food and you jumped in the shower, careful not to ruin the work Tim had just finished on your arm. By the time you finished up, Tim returned with a plastic bag and you ate on the bed. You could practically feel the tension in him radiating from his body and though you tried to tune it out, there came a point where you could no longer stand it.

“Look, if you're that worried about it, we can call it off,” you proposed. “I trust your gut so if you feel like something's off, we just pull the plug. Check-in's in an hour.”

Tim looked up with a furrow, appearing confused by your suggestion. It had crossed your mind that the ordeal with the rival gang earlier on was not the only thing pressing him—the whole situation probably made him uncomfortable.

While you were used to undercover work, he had really only dipped his toes into the world. You had known each other for years; you've had drinks far into the morning, deep conversations, and seen each other adapt to life's challenges. You knew he felt comfortable around you, and you felt comfortable with him, but it made sense to you that this whole scene was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

Your jobs forced circumstances where you worked together, but you had never been entangled in a situation where either one of you got seriously hurt. It was one thing knowing someone you cared for could find themselves in a dangerous situation at any given moment; a whole other when you're present and see how things go south in a matter of seconds.

Tim shook his head, swallowing down a bite of his burger. “You've done this kind of work a lot longer than me, it's your call.”

It bothered you a tad, him showing you unconditional trust in a life-or-death situation. If he really thought there was the slightest chance you had been made, you would rather have his honesty.

You chewed your lip instead of the fry in your hand, watching him quietly, trying to read him. In all the years you had known Tim, he had always been stoic, his warmer traits only showing once his guard had been breached. While he wasn't exactly an open book, he was always blunt on his opinions—just not now.

It had to be more than just about the operation. 

“We'll do the check-in to let them know we're good. We can revisit in the morning.”

Tim bobbed his head but didn't look at you.

You arched an eyebrow at him, deciding to switch topics. “So… you wanna flip a coin on the bed?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “No, you take it. I can make myself comfortable on the floor.”

Your brows knitted together and you gave him a quizzical look. “What? You sure—I mean I certainly prefer sleeping cozy, but it doesn't feel fair to just—”

“Doesn't matter. You take the bed. I'll be fine.” he insisted and finished his meal, wiping his mouth with a napkin before standing. “I'm gonna take a shower.”

Tim scrunched the trash together and threw it in the bin before locking himself in the bathroom.

You sighed and drank from your watered-down soda.

Tim planted his hands on the counter in front of the bathroom mirror, letting his head fall to level with his shoulders as he exhaled deeply. He cursed himself for agreeing to this operation.

It was one thing to know you got hurt, and another to see you suffer injury on his watch.

This is what you do, he reminded himself. You are used to this.

Tim was angry with himself for letting this get to him, although he was more disappointed that your - well, your character's - blatant flirting with the criminals bothered him in such a way—his blood boiling whenever someone looked at you with primal urges.

He had no right.

Even worse he was disgusted with himself for entertaining the thought—how your acrylic nails would feel scratching the skin on his back, how your soft and supple flesh would mold in his palms, how your glossy lips would whimper soft mewls, and how your lashes would flutter shut in bliss.

Tim inhaled sharply, clearing his throat, and turned on the shower. The splashes that hit the tiles added a backdrop to his obscene thoughts while he rid himself of his clothes, goosebumps forming on his skin.

He stepped into the downpour, leaving the shower head attached to the clasp in the wall. Tim subconsciously held his breath as he let the water burn his skin, feeling the need to inflict pain on himself to clear his mind. Regardless, the scorching sensation passed and soon enough he gave in and pumped his aching cock in his hand.

When he had showered - and shot his load down the drain - he put on a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and a white shirt before walking back into the room.

You had already gotten under the covers, your eyes focused on the open page of your book. You had put aside two blankets and a pillow for Tim to make use of. The TV was on low volume, viewing a baseball game, and the remote was left at the end of the bed.

Tim’s jaw clenched and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him, seeing how you had laid out this display for him to feel comfortable when he had just jerked off thinking of you in a way friends were not supposed to.

He made a spot for himself on the floor, leaving his watch and handgun beside the pillow.

“You made contact?”

“Yup,” you replied softly, turning the page.

Tim hummed in response and settled on the hard floor cushioned by one of the blankets. When you felt his attention focus on the television, your absentminded gaze left the book and you watched him instead.

Even in a relaxed position, he maintained his characteristic rigid demeanor. Your gaze was caught by the broadness of his frame and the way his shoulders appeared constrained by the white fabric that hugged them.

Tim didn't seem too invested in the sports channel and soon he turned it off, lying down. You followed suit and put your book away, turning off the bedside lamp with a small grunt.

“You can read on if you want,” he said lowly.

You chuckled as you got comfortable in the bed, head leaning over the edge just enough to watch him from above. “Is that your way of telling me you're scared of the dark?”

A huff left his still body, and a grin pulled at your lips and although it was too dark to see, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Go to sleep.”

You laughed. “Yes, sir.”

You weren't sure for how long you had laid there before you began feeling restless. Instead of merely zoning out, your mind seemed to focus on every little detail. Outside the wind was ominously howling, a windchime clinking soft pitchy notes, and Tim seemed fixated on every little sound, whether it was a car door shutting or you turning in bed.

The silence inside was tangible, and you could practically hear Tim's mind running at a hundred miles per second.

Another heavy sigh escaped him as he turned on the floor with a grunt. Initially, he hadn't thought it would be that bad - Tim reminded himself he had slept in worse conditions while in the army - but now that he was here, the carpet smelled like tobacco and the ’80s pattern seemed to crawl.

He rolled on his back again, draping one arm over his eyes.

You shifted under the covers, the springs creaking beneath you. “How are you doing down there, bro?”

“Don't call me that,” he scoffed quickly, clearly far from sleep and you grinned.

You debated it in your mind before deciding to just throw it out there. It didn't have to be weird. You could literally just not make it weird. “You know, there's enough room for the both of us up here.”

Yeah, that wasn't too weird.

Right?

“What?”

Okay, you had made it weird.

The suggestion made Tim tense up, and his mind did not hesitate to picture the scenario. He knew you well enough to know the offer was innocent, but he couldn't help but imagine things far from innocent.

You chewed down on your bottom lip and tried to joke your way out of the position you had just put yourself in. “Easy, Sargeant—not offering to get handsy, just a side of the bed.”

There was another pause and the air was too thick for comfort. You were quickly coming to regret your offer, wishing the mattress would just swallow you whole before Tim could say another word. It had been a long time since you had been this embarrassed.

A moment later you could hear him move, but you didn't dare look.

“Move, then,” he suddenly muttered, and a shiver chilled your spine—he was already on his feet, so close.

You swallowed and made space for him in the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. You felt a heat rise to your cheeks when you realized he had brought the blanket from the floor, your subconscious having irrationally convinced you that you would be sleeping under the same.

Tim's movements were almost mechanical as he lied down, and you found yourself shifting further to the edge of the bed, afraid to accidentally touch him.

God, you wanted to touch him.

If nothing else, then just to see his reaction—find out whether he wanted you as much as you did him.

You stared up at the ceiling, trying to slow your breathing as your whole body tingled. You could hear Tim's breaths as well, measured and controlled like everything else he did and it bothered you for some reason. If only he would just slip up, be a little easier to read.

Tentatively, you tilted your head just enough to glance at him from the corner of your eye. His hands were folded across his stomach and his eyes were shut, taut muscles barely moving an inch as if it might actually kill him to shift.

Tim couldn't possibly be comfortable like that.

He looked like a damn robot waiting to be recharged.

While this rigid man lay unmoving beside you, your heart was hammering away in your ribcage and your thighs rubbing together like the act might stand a chance of relieving you in some way.

You returned your gaze to the ceiling, breathed out, and rolled onto your side so that your back was facing him.

The thought of what you might feel if you pushed yourself against him made you inhale sharply.

Stop it, you cursed yourself mentally.

You didn't know how long you were laying there, just staring at the wall, but at some point your eyelids finally grew heavy, sleep slowly but surely, pulling you in.

Tim wasn't as lucky.

His mind wouldn't let him get a second of rest with you lying this close to him. He tried to focus his mind elsewhere but he was all too aware of the proximity.

His mind continuously betrayed him, replaying every moment during the day that had made him feel like you knew exactly what you were doing to him—the way you had practically teased him while doting on yourself in the mirror, the way that damned dress hugged your body in ways that made him feel like a fucking schoolboy with uncontrollable hard-ons, the way you had flirted with the criminal at that meeting and the way it made him feel possessive in a way he had no right to.

Then you had offered to share the bed with him, making it sound so casual like you knew it wasn’t the worst thought you could have had—reigniting the idea of “getting handsy” in his already spinning head.

You had to know what you were doing to him.

He felt like a coiled wire about to snap; like the subtle heat radiating off of your body threatened to burn him alive.

Then you shifted.

A tiny, barely noticeable movement so small he might as well have imagined it.

But then it repeated, this time accompanied by a small sigh.

In your sleep you inch closer to Tim, instinctively seeking a warmth the covers fail to provide you.

At first, it's just your foot grazing his calf, but then you rolled over, closer to him, and your knee bent so that it rested on his thigh as you nestled deeper into the mattress.

Tim tensed and held his breath, his entire body going rigid beneath the sheets.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you continued shifting, moaning as if displeased, and rolled closer, molding your body against his side as if it belonged there.

He knew he should pull away—you're asleep, completely unaware of what you're doing. But it really did feel like your body belongs this close to him. Tim can't make himself move.

But then your hips moved, ever so slightly, and it didn't feel so innocent anymore.

Tim couldn’t think straight, his head spinning, conflicted. He was as still as a statue, stiff and unmoving. You sighed, soft and breathy, content and utterly unguarded against his body, his scent filling your lungs with safety.

Worse is when you murmured his name in your sleep. Though barely a whisper in the quiet room, it slipped through the cracks and under his skin, searing Tim from the inside out.

Before he could stop himself his hand moved down, ghosting over your hip to see if you would stir, if this was real. It was the faintest touch and while you didn't flinch, Tim was spiraling at the feeling of the curve of your body hiding beneath the cover.

His hand tentatively weighed down on your hip, ever so carefully feeling you in his palm. He froze when you shifted again, but you only pressed further into his touch and his breathing stuttered in response.

Another content moan escaped your lips, and Tim's jaw locked while his fingers clenched in reflex, tightening his grip on your hip.

A sharp inhale caught in your throat and your spine went taut as Tim's grasp pulled you from your semi-asleep state.

Your lashes fluttered against your skin and for a moment you were afraid to open them fully, fearing the man whose scent had captivated your dream might not be real.

But Tim was very real and very close, the warmth of his hand seeping through the cover and into your skin, branding you.

It took you a moment to separate imagination from reality, but when it sunk in, you melted completely.

For a moment neither of you spoke, the darkness of the room swallowing everything bar the feel of one another. The creaking bed might as well have been a cloud, peacefully floating about in the dark of the night.

Tim felt captured as your gaze studied his features, your hazy eyes full of something he didn't dare assume, but could only hope.

“Tim—” you breathed quietly, lips quivering with the unspoken, and Tim's heart ached at your voice; a raspiness, a hesitance.

He knew he should pull away, apologize, do something, but he couldn't move or say a thing. Not with the way you looked at him with desire in your eyes and your bottom lip caught under your teeth.

You didn’t pull away, you couldn’t and you didn’t want to, and judging by his hand still holding onto you, he didn’t want you to either.

You weren't entirely sure what was happening, lust and warning bells waging war in your mind, but your primal needs took over and your hips did an experimental grind.

A curse slipped from his lips, low and guttural, and he exhaled your name, a confirmation that he wanted you as much as you did him. Tim's digits dug into your hip, his stormy eyes latched onto yours as he swiftly moved on top of you, bracing himself with a strong arm beside your head—

And fucking hell it was spinning.

His lips were so close, his warm breath ghosting your skin, raising goosebumps. Your chest heaved heavily with each breath but instead of the air entering your lungs it was only him.

Another second passed and it was one wasted not on Tim, so as the next ticked in you closed the space between you completely, pressing your lips against his in a feverish kiss.

Tim's sturdy body molded against yours, his rough palm sliding up to cradle your cheek as he kissed back with an eagerness resembling your own.

All that had pent up in the course of the day, or perhaps for longer, was released then, your bodies syncing to become one in the dark of the night.

Sighing against his warm lips, you allowed your hands to find purchase on his shoulders, feeling around for any inch of revealed skin. Your fingertips slid under the sleeve of his t-shirt, tracing the hard lines of his flexed muscles, and your other hand snaked up to the back of his neck.

You could feel yourself getting more heated by each second, hungrily licking into Tim's mouth as you allowed yourself to be completely engulfed in everything him. 

In turn, Tim worked on removing the blankets separating you so that your bodies were flushed. 

When you felt his frame pin you and his erection press against your sex, you gasped into his mouth, every stolen glance, every flirty comment leading up to this moment, suddenly sparking every nerve ending in your body alive. Feeling his undeniable lust for you made your world tilt on its axis, making this feel overwhelmingly real. And yet, it was somehow not real enough to convince you it was not merely another fever dream. You needed him inside you, to claim you and to fill you up, to leave marks on your skin that would linger in the morning.

You bucked your hips against him, pathetically trying to relieve yourself with some sweet friction.

A low groan vibrated against your wet lips and he held your waist down with a rough grip, squeezing the exposed flesh.

You whined, looking up at him with doe-eyes. “Tim, I wanna feel you.”

“You will,” he promised, ghosting his lips over the shell of your ear making you shudder and writhe.

His stubble tickled the sensitive flesh of your throat and his mouth suctioned the skin, tongue pressing and teeth scraping, quickly contorting the pout on your face into a breathless moan.

Tim's hand brushed past the waistband of your shorts and panties with practised ease, and when two long digits dragged through your wet folds, another breathy moan escaped you.

“Fuck,” Tim cursed as he felt how wet you were for him, watching your reaction with dark eyes as he dipped the fingers into your needy hole. “Tell me—did you have a little dream about me?”

Your jaw went slack, lips parted in a silent gasp, as he slipped two fingers into you, knuckle deep. No sound escaped your throat, but you couldn't exactly stop the wet squelch coming from your wet cunt.

His palm guided your face back to his, stormy blue orbs searching for an audible answer. You hadn't even realized you'd been holding your breath. “S'that why you've soaked yourself? Were you havin’ a little dirty dream ‘bout me?” Tim's fingers sunk back into your sobbing pussy.

“Yes,” you finally exhaled shakily, eyes rolling back as he slid his torturous fingers out and back in, curling them against your gummy walls. “F-fuck—yes!”

“Was it the first time?” he quizzed, clearly pleased with himself and—well, you were very pleased with him, too. He planted a chaste kiss just below your ear. “Hm? Have you dreamed of me before?”

“Ye-yeah,” you hummed, your mind barely grasping the words he spoke, everything a hot haze. “Sometimes… when I touch myself.”

“Good,” Tim murmured, scissoring his fingers into you while leaving feather-light open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

You shuddered, biting down on your wet bottom lip, focusing on the contrast between his delicate touch tracing down your collarbone and his fingers stretching you deliciously. He lifted your shirt, exposing your breasts and you moaned as he sucked on the soft flesh above your perked nipple.

Clamping down on his long fingers, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Breathing shallow, eyes rolling to the back of your head, Tim picked up on the clues.

“Let go for me, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “I got you.”

Tim continued fingering you through your orgasm, pumping slowly but purposely as you creamed around his digits. Thighs shaking involuntarily, hands struggling to hold on to anything, you cried out a shaky moan. Riding against Tim's hand, you clawed at his neck as you came down from your high, quivering lips teasing his.

“Attagirl,” praised Tim and softly patted your jaw, prompting you to open and he shoved his fingers down on your tongue. Barely out of your daze, pussy still throbbing, you moaned around his digits, sucking them deeper into your mouth when he pressed his erection against your thigh. “Shit.”

Tim pulled his fingers back out and hungrily licked into your mouth, tasting the honeyed essence on your tongue.

Your hips bucked against his hard cock, greedy for more. Looping your arms around his form, you turned him over and straddled him, the creaking of the mattress emphasizing your needy movements.

Tim inhaled sharply, large hands squeezing your waist, pressing you down against his clothes hard-on.

Steely blue eyes that looked to be brewing a storm watched you intensely, loving how fucked through you looked after just one orgasm. Hair disheveled, lips plump, neck and cheeks flushed.

Grinding down on Tim you sighed, leaning down to kiss him passionately, acrylics poking into his chest where you found purchase. You were still out of breath, but you didn't care—oxygen was no longer what kept you alive, he was.

Moaning your name, Tim felt a wave of heat rush over him, veiling him completely in your scent and desire. He could hardly believe this was happening. One thing was you dreaming, moaning his name and letting him care for you; a whole different kind of reality was you grinding down on him, rubbing your sweet little cunt over his rock-hard, twitching cock.

Tim's jaw clenched when you reached down to free his neglected erection, an inhale getting stuck in his throat as the feeling of your soft fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft.

He was heavy in your hand, certainly bigger than what you would consider average. Thick and veiny girth with an angry head leaking precum. Swiping your thumb across the weeping slit, you brought it between your lips, moaning at the salty taste.

Tim hissed and sighed your name, hips bucking upward, eager for you to sink down on him. He was getting impatient and you could feel it in the way he held you, so you drew his throbbing cock against the soaked fabric of your panties.

His grip tightened in warning before he spoke in a low tone. “Don't be a brat now, sweetheart.”

You choked on the chuckle you emitted when you pushed your panties to the side and lined him up. Pushing the angry head between your slick folds, forcing an intrusion— “F-fuck, Tim,” you cried out, sinking down on him.

The stretch was intense, a sharp pain that shot into your abdomen, but you tried to ground yourself in the moment, focusing on where you were—on an undercover mission with a colleague, a friend, a man you had suppressed your attraction to for all too long.

You inhaled deeply, your hands falling to where his were placed on your hips, guiding them up to your breasts as he allowed you to accommodate him. Doing an experimental squeeze around him, he cursed and you began moving.

“You're so big,” you shuddered, leaning forward so that your bodies were flush, grounding you, cupping your hand against his clean-shaven jaw. “Feel so full of you, Tim.”

Sinking back down on him, you began to feel the pleasure overpowering the pain, the stinging stretch becoming absolutely delicious as you felt how your walls hugged him, clinging onto him. A wanton moan rasped from your throat as you sunk back down on him, reveling in how your cunt molded to fit around his thick girth.

Picking up a comfortable rhythm that had him rubbing against all the right spots, you met his gaze, salacious eyes staring back at you through layers of desire.

“You're so beautiful like this,” he admitted coarsely, breaths heavy and jaw slack. “Ridin’ me like you were made for me—fuck… Sweetest girl, you feel so good around my cock.”

His praise settled in your chest, pulling at your heart's strings. Clashing your lips against his, you picked up your speed and Tim's hands squeezed at the soft flesh of your asscheeks, resting there, helping you keep the rhythm steady.

Your tits bouncing against his chest, ass slamming down on his thighs, and your tight, juicy pussy sucking him in—Tim prayed to God this was not the last time you would ride him.

The sexiest moan you had ever heard reverberated from Tim's chest, the sight of the strings of your slick attaching to his pelvis as you bounced bringing something resembling primal instincts out of him. A ring of your milky cum circled his engorged shaft like a pearl bracelet, hugging his base and making a complete mess on him.

“Shit, baby—I won't last long f’you keep going like that,” Tim rasped, but made no sign to stop you. A breathy, self-satisfied grin escaped you but it contorted into a moan when Tim's thumb began drawing tight circles on your bundle of nerves. He pulled you down by your hair, fingertips rough yet soothing against your scalp. “S'that what you want? Hm? Wanna milk me for all I'm worth, yeah—go ahead, sweetheart. I'll fill you up,” he coaxed.

The pressure Tim applied to your throbbing clit made you whimper pathetically, though it was barely audible over the obscene moans and slapping sounds of wet, sweaty skin-on-skin contact.

The muscles in your thighs were burning from the strain but you didn't dare stop riding him, needing him to fulfill his promise of filling you up with his seed.

Tim showered you with praise, spurring you on as he noticed how your moans crescendoed. His thumb rigorously rolled against your clit, hips bucking up and fucking into you as he chased his own orgasm. “That's it, baby—come around my cock.”

And the brink was no further away than that.

You came, pussy clamping down on his rock-hard cock, pulsing walls practically massaging Tim's thick shaft.

You desperately tried not to get sloppy, wanting him to fill you, but you were a moaning, writhing mess, and your movements stuttered.

Tim wasn't one to break a promise though, and he fucked you through your orgasm, cock relentlessly fucking into your crying pussy. Incoherent pleas for him to fill you with his cum tumbled from your lips, and he didn't leave you begging for long.

With a final thrust, hot spurts of his seed painted your velvety walls, Tim's swollen cock pulsing against your insides.

Breath heavy, panting, you slowly slid off him, limply falling on his side, barely grounded as the high wore off. Tim's large hands supported you, one cradling your cheek, thumb caressing the warm skin, while the other dragged between your legs as he whispered reverent praises.

“You did good, sweetheart.”

Your heart fluttered and you whimpered when he scooped his leaking cum from your pussy and made an effort to push it back in. Lacking the strength to do more, you merely nuzzled your head deeper into his embrace, and he pulled you closer. “Does that mean we can do this again?” you asked, somewhat sheepish.

Tim's chest rumbled with a chuckle and he placed a kiss on the crown of your head. “Of course, but you have to let me take you out on a date once we get back.”

The butterflies in your stomach began flapping their wings harder. “Deal,” you agreed with a tired smile and kissed his collarbone.

[arc-misadventures]

The Bro Code

Ren: Oh, I'm so glad to be home!

Jaune: So am I. I know it's not my home, but this place has always felt like a second home to me.

Ren: I'm glad you think so. We'll be spending our time here at my mothers place, is that alright?

Jaune: That's just fine. Can you tell me about your family again? As confusing as mine family is because of my dad, yours just baffles the mind.

Ren: My mom is a human, and so is my dad.

Jaune: And, your sister is a god...?

Ren: She is the latest reincarnation of my villages guardian, the spiritual deity know as the, Emerald Dragon.

Jaune: Okay, and how did that happen? Did your mom sleep with this, Emerald Dragon, or...?

Ren: The Emerald Dragon has always been a female, so she didn't impregnate my mother!

Jaune: I'm sorry! I don't mean to imply anything, it's just... that can happen.

Ren: ...

Ren: I-Is that how one of your sisters...?

Jaune: No, but certain dragons can change genders, so...?

Ren: ...

Ren: The Emerald Dragon reincarnates into the child of any woman whilst it is in the womb. When my sister was born she came out as part dragon, signifying that she was the latest host of the, Emerald Dragon.

Jaune: Ahh... Now it makes sense. It's weird, but I've heard worse.

Ren: Okay, but Jaune there's something we need to talk about before we see my family.

Jaune: Which is?

Ren: Don't you dare fuck my sister!

Jaune: Okay.

Ren: I mean it, Jaune I'm invoking the bro code here! So don't even think about flirting with my sister!

Jaune: Okay.

Ren: I may see you as my brother from another mother...

Jaune: And, I too brother!

Ren: But, stay the fuck away from my sister!

Jaune: Okay.

Ren: ...

Jaune: ...

Ren: Okay then.

~~~

Li: Lie! It's so good to see you!

Ren: Hi dad, it's nice to see you too.

An: Renny! Oh my little baby is home!

Ren: Mom, please don't embarrass me in front of my friend...

Jaune: No please! I'm enjoying this~!

Ren: Traitor!

Li: Hahaha! Hello, Jaune it is nice to see you again.

Jaune: It's good to see you as well, Mr. Ren. And, to you as well, Mrs. Ren.

An: Hello, Jaune it's wonderful to see you again. I know, Rin was looking forward to seeing you again.

Jaune: Oh... is she?

An: Indeed she is, why in fact... Oh, Rinny~?

Rin: What is it mom?

An: Ren's home!

Rin: OH, cool that's nice...

An: And, he brought his friend, Jaune with him~!

Rin: J-J-Jaune?! Jaune's here?!

"Crash! Shatter! Thud!"

Rin: Jaune!? Ahem! Hi, Jaune it's nice to see you~!

Jaune: Hi, Rin it's a pleasure to see you too.

Rin: So, Jaune you interested in doing anything later~? Like say taking a walk by the pond... the lily pads are in bloom...

Jaune: Oh, that sounds lovely! Would you like to accompany us, Ren?

Rin: Eh...?

Ren: I would love to!

Rin: Oh.. oh no you didn't... !

Li: Well before we go do that, Jaune.

Jaune: Yes?

Li: To the bath with you. I'm sorry but you, Valians tend to stink when you get all sweaty.

Jaune: Considering my family I could also add a number of other reasons why, but I would greatly appreciate that! The last bath I had was mostly to clean the gore off my gear. Of which my armour also needs a thorough cleaning... Well then, off to the bath!

Li: Please follow me, Jaune.

An: I'll go start supper while you do so.

Li: Thank you dear. Jaune, follow me?

Jaune: Lead the way. Ren, are you coming?

Ren: Yes, I'll join you.

Rin: Wait, can I talk to you before you go, Ren?

Ren: Sure what is it sis?

Rin: And they're out of sight...?

Rin: Okay good!

"Pow!"

Ren: OW?! What the hell, Rin?! Why did you punch me in the face?!

Rin: To tell you that I don't give a shit!

Ren: ...?

Ren: About what?

Rin: About your fucking bro code! I've been waiting for months for, Jaune to come by again so he smash my sacred treasure again! And, no one, not my mother, my father, my brother, and not some fucking stupid bro code is going to stop me! You understand?!

Ren: But... but the bro..?! Wait... Again?!

Rin: Shut the fuck up! I'm going to fuck that blonde Adonis, and if you try to stop me, I will fucking barbeque you! You here me?!

Ren: ...

Ren: Okay...

~~~

Jaune: Ahh... This nice...

"Splash."

Jaune: Hmm? Oh, hey, Ren the waters... Why do you have a black eye?

Ren: Jaune... You may sleep with my sister... again...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Okay...

[ravenstargames]

✦ LOST IN LIMBO DEVLOG #16 | 03.03.2025

Aaand February is gone! Obliterated! Sent to oblivion! Which means a new devlog of Lost in Limbo is here to keep you updated about our work on the game. This has been a very eventful month in our private lives, and there has been a lot of work behind the scenes—but I know that's not what you're here for!

Let's jump into it! 💜

This month, Raquel has managed to finish Amon's new expressions and I've already coded them! She has also been working on Envy's new coat and their expressions, and we can't thank her enough for her hard work. Remember she now works from 8 to 13 and 15 to 18, and is still working for LiL, too!

Our second background for the Extended Demo's prologue is done, thanks to Airyn and Astro! We may make a few tweaks to it but here it is—Master Lysander's shop from the outside! Quite an interesting place, huh? Suspiciously different from the other buildings around it, some would say...

Astro has also finished the 3D modeling of the third background, which our Kickstarter Backers will be able to see in our Kickstarter devlog! :^) Now that he's free from 3D modeling hell, he'll be free to do a few adjustments to our artbook! 💜

This time, I'm talking about writing and programming in the same section, as process has been going well but there's not much to 'show' without spoiling scenes of the Extended prologue—which is something we don't want to do yet!

Kayden is still working on the new mini-cgs for the new prologue, which I hope we can show really really soon!

Our voice actors have also been sending over more voiced names, and we've been working with them to get the best takes for y'all!

This month we have also had to focus on taxes, paperwork, and going back and forth with our manufacturer, plus a few irl things we'll tell you all about in the next section!

Our discord peeps already know, but our Raquel has found a full-time job and we are very happy for her. She finally can start supporting herself, and even if that means she can't work on LiL as much as before, she's doing great sacrifices to keep up as much as she can. Astro now has three jobs and I myself have spent half of February hosting classes in college about character design, which is great! However, I got home at 11 pm (blame it on the flood that stroke my city on October), so I've been a bit all over the place.

We want to apologize if this devlog seems a bit short, or if progress this month lets y'all a bit down. On a happier note, we've joined our first festivals this month, including The Storyteller Festival, and Steam's Visual Novel Fest! Also the Amare Games Festival 2025 over at itch—we hope we can do at least a small update for the deadline, but I'm not so sure about that T_T

Phew! This month has been hectic, and sadly not for the right reasons. As irl things keep happening, you get a bit scared of not being up to the task of developing your game at a pace that satisfies not only your supporters, but yourself. As I write this I'm itching to go back to writing the prologue, haha.

So, yeah! I hope we can keep balancing our lives and LiL as best as we can. I also hope we get a bit of good news from our counselor regarding taxes, and I hope this month is full of cool opportunities for us! 💜

As always, thank you so so much for your support! See you in the next one! 💜

[bingbongsupremacy]

Hey I saw your old post asking which fanfics you should do next. I know it didn’t win but could you please please please do “Tell Me You Love Me Again” with Eddie. Im in dire need of some good angst ❤️

Tell Me You Love Me Again

Sorry this took me so long to write! I have had some massive writer's block. Hopefully, this is okay!

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x reader

Story Type: Angst

Warning: Y/N use, swearing, Eddie's a bit of a greedy ass ngl

Summary: You've been with Eddie since before he was famous. It used to be a loving relationship. As the years have passed, things have changed. Can you save the dying spark between you?

*Not Proof Read*

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"Baby, you wanted to talk. Why are we just sitting here in silence?" Eddie asks with a grin. He casually flips through a music magazine, observing all of the new instruments for sale.

I take a deep breath. How do I even start this conversation? He's been so busy launching his band's new line of merch that I doubt this is a great time to talk about our relationship. Who knows when we'll have another opportunity? This is the first time I've been able to see him privately in weeks. I don't know how long I can keep harboring my frustrations.

"We do need to talk...here goes nothing." I sigh. "It's about our relationship."

Eddie pulls his eyes away from his magazine, his smile fading into a serious expression. "What about it?"

"I've been feeling very frustrated lately. I feel like you're never home, and I never get to see you anymore. I miss you." I reply honestly.

Eddie sets the magazine on top of the coffee table that separates us. "I know it's been busy lately, but it's great for us! Now I can take you anywhere you want to go. Name any place, and I can bring you there." Eddie's playful smile returns.

I let out a tired laugh. "Eddie, that's nice and all, but the problem is you don't have the time to take me anywhere I want to go. I just want you to dial it back a bit, please. Spend more time with me, and I'm sure Wayne would love it if you spent some time with him, too."

I'm not even sure if Eddie has time to call Wayne anymore. I might be the only one talking to him regularly.

"I spend plenty of time with Wayne." Eddie's expression is slightly offended.

"It's just the past year; you've rarely been back. Can't you take some time off? Cancel a few tour dates or reschedule some photoshoots?"

"I can't just abandon my career, Y/N. My band has worked so hard for this." Eddie argues. "It wouldn't be fair to the boys."

"What about what's fair to me, Eddie?" I let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not asking you to abandon anything, Eddie. I just think you should prioritize our relationship a little more. We barely see each other anymore!" My heart pounds. "When you're not on tour, you're constantly doing promotional videos or photoshoots. We haven't gone on a date in almost a month."

My flurry of emotions has caused tears to prick the back of my eyes. Fuck, I can't cry right now.

Eddie's shoulders are tense. His usual animated and playful exterior is replaced with a frustrated and angry one. One I rarely see, especially not when talking to me.

"That's part of the job. I'm a fucking rockstar, Y/N. I can't exactly blow off the world tours and photoshoots. My label and manager expects me to get shit out quickly. You don't understand! The moment I stop making songs and producing new shit, the moment all of this, " He gestures around the room to all of his expensive nicknacks and furniture. "disappears. I'll become irrelevant. My band will become irrelevant. This is my life, Y/N. And you're going to need to learn to accept it."

My frown deepens. "Do you hear yourself? How can you not see how greedy you're becoming? What happened to just loving music? Loving the art of creating, no matter how many people heard. When did this all become about money?" I stand up from my spot on Eddie's couch, needing to put some distance between myself and the man. I avoid making eye contact with him, knowing if I do, I'll burst into tears.

This room suddenly feels so suffocating. "Is this really all you care about? How many shows you can sell out? How deep your pockets can get?"

"For fucks sake, Y/N." Eddie groans as he leans back against his recliner. His head hits the back of the seat, an annoyed expression flashing across his face. "You're being so fucking dramatic."

I shake my head. "This is not what I signed up for. You are not the man I signed up to be with."

Eddie stiffens. Hurt crosses his eyes. His face turns stoic as he looks me dead in the eye. A dark anger replaces his hurt. "Things change. People change. Obviously, I've changed. If you hate me so fucking much, why don't you get the fuck out and find someone new? Someone who better suits your lifestyle since you're not happy with me."

I freeze. My heart drops at his bitter words. He's never spoken to me like this before.

He's so different than the man I fell in love with all those years ago. Life seemed simpler in Hawkins. I'd work the night shift at The Hideout and he'd play with his band. I was able to see him regularly while he was still able to do what he loved. No massive world tours to separate us for months. No partying until early the next day. Just the two of us, supporting each other and doing what we loved.

I feel my cheeks heat from embarrassment and anger. He's right. He's changed, and it's obviously been for the worse. "You know what, you're right."

Eddie's eyes widen slightly in surprise, like he didn't think I'd agree.

"You don't want to work this out like an adult, so I'm going to leave. We're done, Eddie. I can't do this anymore. I deserve someone willing to set aside time for me. I shouldn't be the only one giving 100% to the relationship. I need someone who respects me and what I need. You can't give that to me." I grab my purse from the couch. I pause right before I reach the door. " Eddie, " I turn to look back at the man.

He doesn't meet my gaze. His eyes are trained on his locked hands. He looks like he's in disbelief.

"I hope you find what you're looking for. Just know that you'll never have enough money or fame to please yourself. Materialistic things can only bring you so much happiness. You'll suffer until you realize that. I just hope it isn't too late when you finally do."

With that, I leave the apartment. As soon as the door behind me clicks shut, the tears begin to fall. I lean against the wall near Eddie's door and wrap my arms around myself for some sort of support.

I wish he loved me enough to apologize. I wish he would come out here, tell me he was wrong, and that he was going to try to fix things.

I finally garner the strength to push away from Eddie's wall and make my way downstairs. With every step, I think of new things I wish Eddie would do.

When I take my last step out of the apartment building, disappointment settles in my chest as I realize none of my wishes came true.

Eddie's a rockstar. He'll never love me as much as he loves his lifestyle.

I was stupid to think he'd always be the man I fell in love with in Hawkins, Indiana.

[typewritingyip]

Sideswipe got separated from the group that is his (when did they become his?)

"Sideswipe!" The comm crackled in his ear.

Elita Elita Elita

Elita is safe, Elita means safe, is Elita safe?

"Commander," Sideswipe responded. He meant it to be louder, more urgent, but he couldn't get the breath in his lungs to cooperate for more than a quiet word or loud cough.

"Sideswipe, where are you?"

I don't know I don't know I don't know

Sideswipe tried to respond, a screaming quint lunged for his chest, the quint got a blade through whatever the quintesson equivalent of a brain was.

"Sideswipe, what was that?"

His comm was on when he killed it, and it was close enough to his chest for Elita to hear even through the armor.

"Alive, location unknown, can't see anyone I know," every other word was another breath, why couldn't Sideswipe breathe?

"What about landmarks, Sideswipe?" Elita's voice was a balm to his panic.

He was panicking?

Oh.

A quintesson lunged for his head, Sideswipe dodged to the side, then stuck out his blade and held it steady. The quintesson was cut nearly in two because of its own momentum.

Sideswipe looked around, searching. There, a rocky outcropping he could put his back to so that he could buy a second to breathe.

He sprinted. His back was covered for a moment.

In, one, two, three

Out, one, two, three

"I'm near a rocky outcropping, I'm going to climb on top to see if I can spot someone."

In, one, two, three

Out, one, two, three

"Sideswipe, if you do so, there's a good chance you draw the attention of any quintessons near you that aren't already preoccupied. Describe more of the landscape around you. Don't climb up."

In, one, two, three

Out, one, two, three

Sideswipe climbed onto the top of the rock.

"...Dammit Sideswipe, I see you. We'll be there in ar-"

A quint had climbed up the rock behind him and tackled him. His comm was static.

nononoNONONO

Shit. SHit! SHIT!

Sideswipe threw the quint off him and off the rock as well.

Another quintesson was climbing up the rock to try to get to Sideswipe, it got hit by the falling one and fell to the ground with it.

A third quint tried the same tactic as the first and tried to tackle him from behind. He dodged and let it fall on top of the previous two.

This continued for around three minutes, with Sideswipe dodging quintessons and letting them fall, or killing them and letting their corpses fall.

Sideswipe turned, then spotted a certain pink ground vehicle speeding towards him acompanied by some others. Sideswipe nearly fell when a quint took his momentary distraction as a chance to go for his legs.

He stabbed that one, then threw it down off the rock.

I'm the king of the castle get down you dirty rascal!

Sideswipe started laughing somewhat manically as the children's rhyme popped into his head.

He stopped laughing quickly, he was breathing too hard for laughter.

Sideswipe was exhausted. He'd been fighting all day, and fending off attacks from all sides with no respite could wear down anyone with enough time, especially if they were already tired, had wasted energy on panicking like a fresh-paint pilot, or were still separated from all help by about a mile.

Sideswipe roundhoused a quint that came at him for a full frontal attack. Elita got closer.

Sideswipe would only need to make it another 45 seconds or so before his commander and the rest of his squad would be here to take care of the quints so he could climb down without getting jumped.

Another fucking quint aimed for his chest.

Sideswipe was open-mouth panting, but his panic was long gone.

He was surrounded on the top of the rock as best as the quints could get, it seemed they'd finally gotten coordinated. (Or it was chance, monkeys and typewriters and Shakespeare, or something like that.)

Sideswipe let out a guttural scream.

30 more seconds.

"My Name is Simon Sideswipe Salucchi and I will not DIE HERE DAMMIT!!"

He kicked a quint off the rock as he dodged another that was trying for his side, then jumped straight up as one went for his legs, landing on it with a meaty squelch. A fourth quint was already aiming for his back, and he grabbed it by its neck brought it to his chest so that he could hold it still to snap its neck. The second quint was back up and lunged for his other side and a fifth quint went for his opposite. Sideswipe took a step back and the two collided loony toons style. He kicked them off the rock.

More quints were climbing up. More quints ended up dead.

Elita Elita Elita

Elita means safe. Her and the rest took care of the rest of the quints on the ground that were still alive. There were not that many soon-to-be corpses left, for them to take care of. Just a lot of corpses.

Sideswipe had probably broken his record for quints killed in a single mission.

Sideswipe climbed down the rock, Elita was saying something.

Sideswipe wrapped his arms around Elita and sagged. His face was tucked into her neck even though he was taller than her.

"Sideswipe, can you hear me?"

Sideswipe didn't respond for longer than he should have.

"I think there may be something wrong with his audials," she said to the field medic with them (Quarter? Dime? Maybe Penny? It's a coin, he knows that much.)

Sideswipe shook his head, "nthing wrng wth my hring."

Sideswipe misses his mom took a step away from Elita.

"I'm alright, my comms are fucked, but aside from that, nothing's damaged."

Elita gives him a look.

"We're done here anyway. Let Nickel take a look once we get back to base." (It's Nickel, that's her name.)

"Yes, commander."

For once, Sideswipe sounds like a real soldier.

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This is so much longer than I meant it to be. 1000 words exactly.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

If you think this is chaotic and disorganised, you're right, part of it was supposed to be a bit messy because sideswipe is panicking, but part of it is also that I cannot make myself edit it and I don't have anyone that would or could.

If you can't tell what Sideswipe says at the end there, it's "nothing wrong with my hearing"

I need you to know that everyone did in fact hear him fucking scream, which kicked them into gear. They were already going about 80 miles an hour/128 km per hour (1 mile/1.6 km in 45 seconds), and they went a third of a mile from when the 45 seconds is stated to when the 30 seconds is stated, but then he let that scream out and they hit 120 mph real quick, which got them there about 5-10 seconds earlier than he had calculated, so 20-25 seconds instead of 30 (20 is not including speeding up and slowing down, 25 is still really optimistic for how fast they can speed up and slow down, 30 was how long it would take them to get there at 80 mph without calculated for them to slow down, sideswipe was a bit too preoccupied to add that to his calculations. Yes, I do think he could do it, he was a street racer, so it'd be relevant for him to learn how to judge speed, and that's the kind of math that I think he'd be good at and would think is worth learning.)

^ This is all math, read if you want, but it's not technically necessary.

They all heard him yell his name too, so that's gonna be interesting ;)

Also, Elita is Sideswipe's mother now. I don't make the rules. (I know it's usually Chromia, but like, Elita is so mom shaped)

I have more rambles about this snippet, but I'm tired, so maybe I'll send something in about those later.

As always, you somehow are a mind reader.

God, this is so pretty and very intone with Arcturus. I swear something like this is coming down the pipe but it probably won’t be for another few chapters.

As someone who does so much research for this fic, I truly appreciate the math you put into it.

Beautiful beautiful work, thank you.

[cookies-after-dark]

okay but Shmilk would be such a back seat driver if he let black sapphire cookie fuck reader

“Move ur hand lower”

“They like being pinched there”

kiss em like u mean it cmooon”

and whoes to say he won’t get strings involved and fix their position himself if they keep messing up :3c

okay no wait 💡 you dropped this because that is one hell of a good idea.

(additional tags because I went loopy here: explicit content, unhealthy power dynamics, possessiveness, humiliation, exhibitionism, degradation)

See, my lame ass was just thinking of Shadow Milk Cookie using this as powerplay, you know? Like a, 'my pets are playing with each other!' scenario where Shadow Milk Cookie actually lets one of his minions knock you around a bit in his stead. Let's be honest, Black Sapphire Cookie's been eyeing you up and down since the moment Shadow Milk brought you here! He's such an eager, helpful, obedient little servant! You could learn to be more like him, Shadow Milk Cookie thinks.

And Black Sapphire Cookie is more than willing to show you just where you stand, riiiiight at the bottom of the hierarchy! No one can tell me that little purple ball of lint isn't secretly a dominant control freak who needs to have everything go his........- I mean, master Shadow Milk Cookie's way. You're adorable and endearing enough, but you need to be taught a lesson or two before you go strutting around the Spire, thinking you're all that just because your the master's newest pet.

Hence, this situation. Shadow Milk Cookie sees the most perfect opportunity to humble you and get his rocks off at the same time! Well, he has many ways to do that, but plan in partocular has him hardening in his tights already. Passing you off to an underling really paints the whole picture for you - you belong to the Spire now! You belong here, this is your new home, you won't be going anywhere, and the first thing we'll do to make sure of that is to fuck you on every piece of furniture in sight! Lovely, ain't it?

Shadow Milk Cookie also loves giving you yhe illusion that you can choose - would you rather have your legs be folded over your head whilst Black Sapphire Cookie mercilessly fucks you while recording your moans and squeals through his beloved microphone, spreading rumors all over Earthbread how you're just some hungry, poorly trained slut? Ooooor~ you could play with Shadow Milk Cookie instead! Those are the only two choices by the way, so choose carefully.

So that was my lame ass. But this ask is hysterical because this also makes Shadow Milk Cookie sharing you with anyone else an absolute godawful nightmare. Black Sapphire Cookie would never talk back to his beloved master, but even he must admit it's getting difficult continuing when Shadow Milk stops him every few seconds with some kind of criticism.

"Pfft! Well, of course, only one Cookie on all of Earthbread could handle this task correctly! Even still, you could at least *attempt* to have a bit more tact than that~!"

Because the Reader, his darling little popper, isn't just some common whore. No, they're just a speeeeecial whore, deserving of only the best treatment! Shadow Milk's words (he cannot help but through a dirty little nickname for you in there).

Honestly, the fact that Shadow Milk Cookie loves you just so, so, so, so much should be obvious! So what if his love is a little rough? Sooner or later, he'll have Black Sapphire Cookie show you the pleasure you deserve, as Shadow Milk Cookie's beautiful, lovely little pet!

[wweasleyhp]

my smoking buddy, my partner in crime, my love (Fred Weasley x reader)

Potential trigger warnings: Smoking, comas (I've never done these before so hopefully I've done that right)

"Are you guys okay?" George asks.

We're on the balcony. The protection spell can be seen surrounding the castle. Any second the Death Eaters will strike. Time is running out.

"Yeah," I reply, "Fred?"

He's still looking up. His eyes are wide. I've never seen him look so scared before.

"Yeah, I'm fine darling," he answers, a forced smile plastered on his face.

I know not to push. We're all terrified. Some are better at hiding it than others. Unfortunately for Fred, he can't hide it from me as well as he thinks.

We're going to be okay. I have to believe that. Otherwise I'll fall apart.

I still haven't confessed to Fred my feelings. I'm terrified of both. The battle and telling the truth to Fred. The thing is I don't think he feels the same.

Suddenly, spells can be heard. The Death Eaters are destroying the protection spell.

"Stay alive, yeah?" I say to the twins.

George nods and moves to go inside the castle. Fred doesn't move yet.

"I mean it," I say, "I need my smoking buddy."

Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window

Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window

I heard Fred's footsteps walking over to me. He sat next to me, by the window. I passed him a cigarette. Second nature.

He chuckled softly as he placed it in his mouth and I lit it for him. I stared out the window watching the sun set.

"Dad got tickets for the Quidditch World Cup," he said as he exhaled.

"That's great," I replied, "Excited?"

He nodded, "I was wondering..."

"Not a good sign," I joked.

He smiled, "Would you wanna come?"

I knew what my answer was but I wanted to tease him a bit. I exaggerated a thinking motion.

"Come on," he rolled his eyes and jokingly punched my arm, "You're basically family."

That stung oddly enough. He was right. Ever since we moved when I was six years old my parents and the Weasleys were best friends. Including Fred and I. However I wondered what that meant Fred saw me as. Just like a sister?

"Fine, I'll go," I said, hiding the slight hurt that I felt.

"Yes!" he responded, "You won't regret it."

We were sixteen then. The only worries were what job we wanted. Who knew that a few months later the world would change as we knew?

As I'm turning to walk away from him, he grabs my hand, "Wait!"

I look back at him, confused.

He leans in closer to me. But then he stops. Inches away from my lips. I lean in and he seals the distance, placing a soft kiss on my lips. He's uncertain. I kiss him back.

The kiss suddenly becomes more passionate. More desperate. As if we've both become aware that this could be our last chance. We're in danger and we don't know whether we'll make it out the other end alive.

We pull apart.

"I love you," I blurt out, eyes stinging.

Be careful.

"I love you too," he replies.

I will, you too.

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As I'm fighting and throwing spells, I realise Fred and I have been separated. He's okay. I know he is.

Then as I look, I see Harry standing over the dead body of Voldemort. The war is over.

I immediately rush to find Fred. The only thing on my mind. Fred. Fred. Fred.

I notice a group of people with fiery ginger hair. The Weasleys. I run to them. George engulfs me in a hug.

"Hi," I say in a hoarse voice, "Thank Merlin you're okay. Where's Fred?"

"He's alive," he answers.

There's something he's not telling me.

"But?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"There was an explosion, he's in a coma," he says.

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It's been a month since the Second Wizarding War has officially come to an end. And Fred is still in St Mungo's. In a coma.

I brought you daffodils on a pretty string

I sit by Fred's bedside. I didn't leave his side for the first two days but George had told me to rest. I didn't want to leave him but I knew I had to.

"Hey," I whisper, as if he's listening, "I brought you fresh daffodils."

I had been doing so every day. It's his favourite flower.

"You must be getting tired of me at this point," I laugh weakly, "It's not my fault you're not awake- uh it's not yours either, I'm not blaming you or anything."

But I'm angry at you. I'm angry at you that you're not awake and you just left me with a kiss. Why? Why not when I was sixteen and we were smoking outside my window?

I kiss him lightly on the forehead, "Please wake up. I need you. Please."

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There's a knock at the door. I open it. It's Ron.

"Hey Ron," I force a smile, "What can I help you with?"

"Fred's awake," he says, "George is with him now."

I nod and immediately grab his hand. We apparate to St Mungo's.

I run to Fred's room. I open the door. George smiles at me but it's not a very enthusiastic one.

"Hey," I say as I see Fred sitting awake.

He's awake.

But before I can say another word, Fred asks, "Who's that?"

It feels like a punch to the gut. He doesn't remember me.

"Fred lost his memory," George explains, "He doesn't quite remember me either."

"Oh," I breathe out, "Uh, I'm Y/N."

He nods, "That seems familiar, were we friends?"

Friends.

"Yeah," I reply.

George looks at me. A slight sad look.

When I told you 'I'm fine' you were lied to

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"I'm fine," I answer, even though I can feel my eyes stinging.

I can't cry. Not right now.

"Well I'm sorry I can't remember you," he says in the sweetest voice.

It makes me feel terrible.

"Don't be," I say, "It's not your fault, you can remember George a bit?"

"Yeah, well, I can tell he's my twin," he answers with a small laugh.

A quiet chuckle escapes my throat along with George.

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As the days go by, George and I try to help Fred regain his memory. I go in and greet him.

"Good morning," I smile.

"Morning," he answers, "Question; were we trouble makers at school?"

I chuckle softly, "You could say that."

"I have a memory of us two running down the hall, George was running in front of us," he explains, "At one point we had to hide behind a wall."

"Yeah, that's right."

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

"I can't believe I agreed to help you two!" I shouted angrily as we ran down the corridors.

We had put dungbombs in Filch's office and he immediately saw us.

Fred started laughing. This made me even more angry.

"This isn't funny, Weasley," I said.

"Oh come on darling," Fred responded, "We needed you."

"More like Fred needed you," George retorted.

Suddenly, Fred pulled me to hide behind a wall. I started to breathe heavily and he placed a hand on my mouth. When Filch had gone past us, he took away his hand.

"You needed me?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Is that such a bad thing?" he smiled, "George is my other half while you're my partner in crime."

Partner in crime.

I smiled back at him.

Fred and I start talking about all the antics we were up to during our Hogwarts days. I then leave to give him some rest. I meet with George.

"You love him, don't you?" he asks.

I look at him, "Yeah. A lot."

"Oh you lovesick fools," he says, "I saw a bit of your little make-out session before the battle began."

"Stalker," I joke.

He chuckles.

The next day, he asks about another memory, "My brothers and I are flying around on brooms while you're reading a book by a tree."

"That was at your house, the Burrow."

He's so tall and handsome as hell.

I'm sat by a tree, reading a book. The boys were playing Quidditch. As I'm reading though, my eyes casually drifted upwards. To Fred. It was hot and he had taken off his shirt.

Then I saw him score a goal and he winked at me. I felt a blush rise in my cheeks and I was hoping that he couldn't see it.

After they were done playing, he sat beside me.

"You were staring," he whispered.

I rolled my eyes, "In your dreams."

"Come on darling, admit it," he said.

"And further inflate that ego of yours?"

There's a knock at my front door. I open it. Fred.

"Hey," I say surprised, "Have they let you out?"

He doesn't reply. Instead he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back and before I realise there's tears falling down my cheeks.

"I remember," he says, "Everything."

"Everything?" I choke.

He kisses the tears running down my cheeks, "I could hear what you said when I was in the coma."

"I love you."

"I love you too," he says, "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you."

"It's alright," I smile, "You have eternity to make up for it."

A/N: This is probably the longest little fanfic I wrote. I used prompts from @creativepromptfills from the Angsty Kisses list and I used inspiration from some songs:

Cigarettes Out The Window by TV Girl

Another Love by Tom Odell

Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

Mess It Up by Gracie Abrams

Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

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Reach Out and Touch Faith 8/9 [Steve Harrington/Reader]

Summary: You leave Hawkins for the summer and come back to a total shitshow. The new mall burned down, Chief Hopper and Billy among the causalities, and everyone, including Steve, seems to be hiding something from you. To make matters worse, you keep hearing and seeing Billy, but that can’t be possible. Billy’s dead…isn’t he? Word Count: 3.5k Author’s Note: This is the sequel to Boys Like You. Be warned, there is some angst, but I swear this will have a happy ending. Boys Like You // Read On AO3

"This is so disgusting," you croaked, trying to shake off sticky bits of the gate that clung to your arm.  

"Trust me," Nancy sighed, frowning as she glanced around the dark and desolate version of the mall. "It gets worse." She looked at the gate, considering it for a moment. "If he came through here, why didn't he just crawl back out?" 

"Maybe he couldn't," Steve pointed out, helping Robin pull herself through the twisting, writhing tendrils that held together the only barrier between your world and the Upside Down. "Will was hunted when he was here, right? He was kept from leaving by the demogorgon." 

"So, maybe something's keeping Billy from leaving," you surmised, sharing a worried look with Steve. "You think it's another one of those things? A demogorgon?" 

"Billy faced down the Mind Flayer," Steve reminded you. "I doubt just one demogorgon would keep him from getting back." 

"What if whatever has him trapped keeps us from getting Billy out of here?" Robin asked, worry in her tone. "I mean, are we really prepared for that kind of fight?" 

"We'll have to be careful," Nancy said, lowering her voice. "Let's just do our best to not announce that we're here. Our best bet is to sneak in, grab him, and then sneak out." 

"Right," you agreed, nodding your head. "And how do we do that?" 

From the frown on Nancy's face, you figured she had no idea. 

"It would help if we had a clue about where we should go," Robin interjected, gesturing around the mall. "Hawkins has a lot of hiding places." 

"So, where do we go from here? Where do you think Billy's been hiding all this time?" Steve wondered, looking to you for an answer. "Where would he feel safe?" 

You knew that there were only two places in Hawkins that Billy actually felt safe. Since you were sure he wasn't currently cruising the Upside Down in his ruined car, you knew there was only one place he would go.  

"My house," you answered. "Our house," you corrected yourself. "When he called me, he was sitting in the living room." 

"Think we can make it that far without calling attention to ourselves?" Nancy asked, shooting a questioning look at Steve.  

Steve was still watching you. You knew what he was seeing. Your fear. Your determination. Your longing. Your need to see this through no matter the consequences. If the others tried to leave now, you would just continue on alone. And Steve knew that.  

"We don't have a choice. We have to try," he finally determined, nodding at Nancy. “So, let’s head out.” 

Steve led the group with his bat up, ready to swing at any threats, while Nancy took up the rear of the group. You figured Steve had more experience getting to your house than Nancy did, so it made sense for him to lead the way.  

You tried not to flinch at every little noise. Even Robin accidentally scuffing her shoe had you glancing over your shoulder, sure that you were about to be attacked.  

"Sorry," Robin whispered, wincing at how much her voice carried.  

After leaving the mall, the Upside Down only got freakier. Trekking through the abandoned streets of Hawkins was creepy enough, but the sky regularly lit up with red bolts of lightning.  It was so dark you could hardly see your surroundings, but the red flashing through the sky lent a hellish atmosphere to the nightmare version of your town.  

You kept your gaze on Steve's back, knowing that he would lead you in the right direction. You were so focused on him that you noticed when he tensed before he froze, holding a hand up to stall you, Robin, and Nancy.  

"What is it?" Nancy asked, keeping her voice low.  

"Up ahead," Steve said, nodding towards a spot farther up the street. "Thought I saw movement." 

Steve didn't move, so you stayed put. Of everyone in the group, you had the least experience for whatever the Upside Down could spit out in the hopes it chewed you up, and until you got the all-clear, you weren't moving.  

Finally, Steve started walking again, prompting you to follow him. There was a screech from up ahead and you felt Robin twist a hand into the back of your shirt.  

"Shit, over here," Steve hissed, leading the three of you towards a car covered in vines. He ducked down behind it, reaching out a hand to reel you in to his side. "There's something up there." 

You squinted into the darkness, trying to see what Steve had spotted. It wasn't until the sky lit up again with more lightning that you finally saw it. Whatever it was had wings and sharp teeth and was sitting perched on top of a light pole like a sentinel. It lifted its head and let out another terrifying screech. You worried for a moment that it was calling friends for reinforcements, but when none showed up, you let yourself relax just the slightest.  

"Are you going to shoot it?" Robin asked Nancy, glancing over at her.  

"No," Steve decided before Nancy could answer. "It'll just draw more of them." 

"It hasn't noticed us," you pointed out. "I don't think," you added with a frown.  

"Trust me, if it knew we were here, it would've called in the calvary," Steve whispered, keeping his eyes on the weird creature.  

You worried, though, that the creature might have spotted you before you spotted it. What if there were more waiting for you to let your guard down before swooping in and ripping all of you apart? You knew Steve would never let anything hurt you, but you didn't want anything hurting him.  

You felt restless as you waited for the creature to leave. All you could think about was Billy waiting for you. You were so close to saving him and now you were terrified that you would find obstacles at every turn.  

After what felt like an eternity, the creature finally flew off, letting out one more terrifying screech as it went.  

You stayed crouched down beside the car with the others until Nancy nodded her head.  

"I think we're okay," she said, glancing at the three of you as if waiting to see if you all agreed. "We shouldn't spend too much time here. It might not be safe." 

You had to fight down a nervous laugh at the idea that anything in the Upside Down could be deemed safe. As far as you could tell, nowhere was safe. It seemed like one endless hellscape with nightmarish monsters lurking around waiting to tear you apart. The entire place was one huge trap lying in wait to swallow you whole.  

"Come on," Steve urged, moving to stand up again. He held his bat out in front of him, grip tight on it like he was worried he would need to swing at any moment.  

You followed him, doing your best to scan your surroundings. Now that you were paying more attention, you caught every bit of movement and every sound you couldn't explain away. You could hear Robin breathing softly behind you and the way Nancy was keeping her steps slow and measured. You didn't know how you ended up here among people who had obviously dealt with this specific brand of insanity before, but you felt unprepared for how much stealth was required to not get yourself killed.  

By the time you got to your street, you felt like a nervous wreck. You didn't know how you had gotten so far without having some kind of mental breakdown, but you were going to take the win where you could. For now, all you had to do was get into your house, get Billy, and then get the hell out.  

With any luck, you wouldn't find another one of the demon bats or anything else that might be lurking around.  

Once you got to your house, Steve stepped aside at the front door.  

"You do the honors," he offered, gesturing towards the door.  

You nodded your head and took a step forward. You put your hand on the doorknob of the front door, ready to turn it, before you froze.  

"What is it?" Robin wondered, fear laced into her voice. "Is something wrong?" 

"No," you whispered, shaking your head. "But what if--," you cut yourself off, not even wanting to voice the thoughts suddenly swarming your mind. What if Billy wasn't here? What if you were too late? What if Billy was really dead? What if you were so crazy with grief that you had fabricated all of this as a way to cope? What if all of this had been for nothing? 

You managed to meet Steve's concerned look and he seemed to at least read some of your worries from your expression alone.  

"You don't know until you try," he soothed, reaching out a hand to put on your shoulder. When you still didn't move, Steve hastily handed Robin the bat, ignoring her noise of protest, and brought both of his hands up to frame your face, forcing you to look at him. "I'm right here, alright? And you're not crazy. Whatever you're thinking right now, I've been there before. The first time I dealt with this shit, Nancy pointed a gun at me and threatened to shoot me to get me out of it."  

"You what?" Robin hissed, turning an accusatory look on Nancy.  

"I wasn't going to shoot him," Nancy defended herself. "But Jonathan and I were baiting the demogorgon and Steve was just kind of in the way. I wanted to scare him into leaving." 

"The truth is, I would do just about anything to get you as far away from all this shit as I could. Because I've seen how messed up it is and I know what it can do to you. I thought I was going crazy. Some days, I still think I'm secretly locked up in a nuthouse somewhere dreaming this all up. That first day, I thought there was no way any of it was real. I thought maybe Byers had managed to knock the sense right out of me. But it's real. And I am right here with you telling you that I am not leaving you to face this alone. So, you should open that door and find out for yourself if he's in there waiting for you. Because he's the reason we're here now and we're not leaving without him." 

"Damn," came Robin's soft voice. When you all shot a look at her, she shrugged her shoulders. "What? That was really good." 

You felt a reluctant smile pull at your lips and caught an answering one on Steve's face beneath his mask.  

"Okay," you finally allowed, nodding your head. "I love you," you whispered.  

"I love you too," he responded before tugging down his mask long enough to place a kiss on your cheek.  

You pulled away from Steve and glanced over your shoulder to see Robin and Nancy waiting for you to continue. You felt just the tiniest bit stronger knowing that all three of them were right there with you, willing to back you up in whatever way you might need. You faced the door again and pushed it open, steeling yourself for whatever you might find.  

You walked into the living room, taking in the darkness inside. There were more vines covering the walls and floors. You could hardly see anything, but years of experience with the layout of your house gave you an advantage over the others. Half the furniture was destroyed and the paint on the walls was chipped. The light above the couch was busted and half the stuffing had been ripped out of the cushions.  

And there was no Billy in sight.  

"Where is he?" You heard Robin whisper.  

"Let's split up and look," Nancy decided, reaching out to wrap her fingers in the sleeve of Robin's jacket. "Robin and I will look down here. Steve and Y/N, you'll look upstairs." 

"We should not split up," Robin argued. "Are you kidding? We're in the middle of a horror movie and you're suggesting the worst possible thing to do." 

Steve didn't look like he liked the idea either, but he still nodded his head. "We're all staying in the same house. If you find trouble, just shout," he added before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stairs.  

Once you got upstairs, Steve let you take the lead. You went to Billy's room first, but didn't find him there. Then you checked the bathroom and your mom's room. You were starting to feel a swell of panic rise within you with every moment of silence you endured without hearing any confirmation from Robin or Nancy that they had found him. If he wasn’t upstairs and he wasn’t downstairs, then where the hell was he? 

It was only Steve's hand gripped tightly in yours that got you through your search.  

Your final stop was your room. You had been so sure that Billy would have sought out his own room for comfort. You held your breath as you swung open the door, hoping that he was there, but when all you found was an empty room, you felt like you couldn't breathe.  

"Billy?" You called, trying to keep your voice low enough that you wouldn't attract unwanted attention. "Are you here?"  

You moved over towards your bed, checking underneath it just to make sure. You shook your head at Steve, catching his disappointed expression.  

You thought maybe you should go downstairs and rejoin Robin and Nancy. Maybe you hadn't covered all your bases yet. There had to be somewhere he would be hiding that you hadn't thought of yet.  

You tried not to feel dejected as you began to follow Steve out of your room. You were nearly past the threshold when you heard something make a soft thump in your room. You quickly turned, surveying the room, before you heard the sound again.  

It was coming from your closet.  

You felt like your heart had lodged itself in your throat. You turned, barely managing to utter a soft 'Steve,' to get him to stop walking, before you were rushing towards your closet.  

You pulled the door open, no longer hesitating, and saw him.  

He was curled up in the corner of the closet, half-hidden beneath clothes that were damp and musty. All you could really see was his face. His eyes were closed and he was so still. You felt terrified as you crouched and reached out a hand to cup his cheek, searching for a sign of life.  

"Billy? It's me. I came to get you," you told him, hating that he had yet to open his eyes. All you wanted was for him to look at you. If he opened his eyes, then you would be able to at least breathe again. Instead, you were caught between terror and relief, not sure which way to land.  

"Steve?" You said, glancing up at him where he was waiting behind you. "Help me?" 

"Yeah," he agreed, moving forward to help you drag Billy out of the closet and onto the floor of your bedroom. He never got his bat back from Robin, so both his hands were free to help you get Billy settled on the floor.  

"Billy," you called again, hovering over him. You reached out to tug free a sweater of yours that had clung stubbornly to his leg. "Billy, c'mon, it's me. I'm here. We're getting you out of here." 

Billy still wasn't moving. You were terrified to think that you might have been too late. What if he was dead? What if he was gone forever when you could have done something sooner?  

You saw Steve reach down and grab Billy's wrist, feeling for a pulse. You decided to tuck two of your fingers up under his jaw, checking for yourself. At first, you didn't feel anything. You pressed harder, searching and hoping, before you finally felt the sluggish beats under your fingers.  

You glanced up at Steve, meeting his eyes, and sighed in relief at his nod of confirmation.  

Billy was alive.  

"It's faint and weak, but it's there," you told Steve. "Billy? Billy, wake up," you said, barely resisting the urge to shake him. You didn't know if he was injured and you definitely didn't want to risk making anything worse.  

You noticed Steve rush out of the room, likely going to tell Nancy and Robin that you found Billy. It didn’t take long before he was back and kneeling at Billy’s side opposite you.  

"We need to get him out of here," Steve decided, moving to put one of Billy's arms around his shoulders. "He's got to get to a hospital. Help me," he directed at you.  

You moved to grab Billy's other arm and slung it over your shoulders. You got him up off the floor with Steve's help, only struggling a little until Steve wrapped an arm around Billy's waist and helped shoulder most of his weight.  

Billy's head lolled forward and you reached out to try to help him out. You startled at the sound of a weak chuckle coming from him before you could even try to tip his head back.  

"Knew you cared, Harrington," he croaked, voice strained and faint.  

It sounded like he had spent hours screaming and the thought only broke your heart. You wanted nothing more than to pull him into a hug, but you felt an urgency creep up on you. Now that you had Billy, would you be allowed to leave the Upside Down just as easily as you had entered? You still felt like you were racing a clock, your luck quickly running out, which meant you needed to get back to the gate as soon as possible.  

"Yeah, yeah," Steve said, taking a step forward. "Just put one foot in front of the other and stop slacking." 

Billy let out another weak chuckle. Seeing Billy with his eyes open, all his focus on making himself walk, made you feel like you were going to start crying with sheer relief. Everyone had been telling you for so long that Billy was dead. But here he was. Alive. Whole. Not unharmed, but you would take it. And it was all because he had managed to reach through hell just to haunt you.  

You felt Billy's hand grab the back of your jacket, his fingers scrabbling to get a good hold on the fabric. His grip felt weak, as if he didn't really have the strength, but he needed to anchor himself.  

"You're bein' quiet," he murmured and it took you a moment to realize he was talking to you and not teasing Steve. “’m I scarin’ you, or somethin’?” His words were slurred, but he was still talking, so you took it as a good sign.  

"I'm just thinking about how you're going to hog the bathroom all the time now. I got used to having it all to myself. What a bummer," you joked, feeling your hands begin to tremble. You felt so nervous that you were shaking. Your insides felt like they had been doused with freezing water and your head felt like it would float right up off your shoulders.  

None of it felt real and you were terrified. Terrified that you were dreaming. Terrified that Billy would be snatched away from you again. Terrified that you wouldn't be able to leave.  

"Lookin’ this good takes work," Billy muttered as you got to the top of the stairs.  

You glanced down the stairs to see Robin waiting at the bottom. She shot you a thumbs-up. "Let's go," she whispered. "Nancy's on lookout. She said coast looks clear so far." 

You had to maneuver Billy down the stairs between you and Steve. Steve led the way with Billy between the two of you and you guiding him from behind. By the time you got to the bottom, Billy was practically slumped over on Steve, on the verge of passing out again.  

"Billy?" You tried, moving until you could finally face him. You framed his face in your hands, willing him to look at you. "Just stay with us a little bit longer, okay? We're going to get you out of here. We're going to take you home." 

"We are home," he mumbled. His eyes were unfocused and he looked so out of it that you found it hard not to freak out at the sight of him. Finally, understanding began to creep back into his expression and he managed to nod his head. "Let's get the fuck out of here." 

You let out a relieved laugh before you finally reeled Billy into a hug. It was everything you had needed and you couldn't stop yourself from desperately clinging to him. He was alive. You had to remind yourself of that several times before you finally let him go. You met Steve's eyes over Billy's shoulder, glad that he had been helping Billy stay upright.  

"Let's get the fuck out of here," you echoed. 

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Author's Note: So, it's been a while!! I definitely didn't plan on being gone for two years, but I honestly got really burned out on writing for Stranger Things and depression hit really hard. I promise that I will finish this and finish out the trilogy which will involve Vecna and Eddie! Thank you to everyone who was so patient waiting for this! I hope it was worth the wait. And if it all seems a little too easy, well…💖💖💖

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New Beginnings

Will Graham x Reader

Words: 641

Warnings? Nope, all fluff

Will had a terrible day. Firstly, he woke up outside, a side effect of his recently developed sleepwalking, as well as being drenched in sweat. Then, of course, he had to go to work, which tired his mind out beyond imagination and all he wanted to do was go home to you. You, oh how he loved you. After the fall, after everything he had gone through with Hannibal, after nearly dying multiple times, Will decided he had enough. He left Maryland and moved to Florida, where he met you. He now has a job where he works on boats again, and has a quaint cabin near the beach where he lives with you and your rescue dogs.

Will never thought he would be able to love someone again, not after Alana or Molly, but he did. He does. He loves you. He loves your eyes that light up every time the dogs surround you both or the subtle way your nose scrunches up when you laugh. He walks through the front door, slipping off his shoes and coat where he's greeted by your many dogs.

He calls out your name but when he gets no reply, he's instantly worried. He checks everywhere, the living room, the kitchen, bathroom, the outdoor patio but nothing. Finally, he makes his way to the bedroom where he lets out a deep sigh. He sees you curled up on the bed, your back to the door as you hold Winston, his favourite dog (though he'd never tell the others, he's always had a soft spot for Winston) and his heart feels like it physically melts. He quietly and quickly changes out of his dirty work clothes into a plain grey shirt and his boxers before slipping in the bed behind you. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest and presses a soft, barely noticeable kiss to your shoulder.

He feels you stir in his arms and he's quick to soothe you, rubbing your stomach and whispering sweet, reassuring words into your soft curls like ‘It's okay baby, it's only me’ and ‘You're safe, go back to sleep’ . Despite you being more asleep than you are awake, Will starts to recount his day. Just like he always does. No matter how boring his day was he always comes home, cuddles up with you and tells you about every single detail. While he's talking, he feels you rolling over, shifting to face him instead, leaving Winston to snore behind your back. Once he can finally see your face. he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, whispering a sweet ‘I love you’ against your skin, his words having a bigger meaning than you might ever realise.

When he says ‘I love you’ he doesn't mean it in the way that others do today. Not the way teenagers say it to their ‘lovers’ after knowing each other for a week, not the way a boyfriend might say to his girlfriend to get her to forgive him after an argument. No, Will means it like you're his whole world, which you are, he means it like without you, he wouldn't be able to breathe.

It doesn't take him long before he's driving off to sleep too, his mind racing with thoughts. All about you. How did he manage to get someone like you to like him? He was grumpy, a man hardened by the horrors of the world, but yet around you…oh, he was like an innocent puppy, wide eyes and always wanting to be close to you, always wanting to hear your sweet angelic voice. He would never know why you chose him, but he will spend every second that he's breathing, making sure you know just how thankful he is. But for tonight, he'll just settle with cuddling you.

I hope this drabble is okay, I just wanted to write something with soft Will. I know I reference the fall in this, and much to my upset I know it is unlikely that Will survived but I just want to imagine he does. I haven't really proof read this so I hope it makes some sense although I did write it half asleep so. I'm also not sure if this will get as much attention because my other fics have been Hayden focused but we'll see...Anyway, I hope you all enjoy lovelies!

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Tourist spots made sense, and seemed like a pretty decent starting point to getting used to the city. Along with trying out some of the local food to get an idea about both. Peter would want to do the same thing if he was going to be there longer, or didn't have a full moon approaching to be ready for. Hopefully, it had also given Harry something halfway fun to get to do while he'd been there the last few weeks. Or as fun as anything could be with the current situation, "I'll trust your judgement then on where to go and see it for myself. Well, taste it I guess would be more accurate." Peter agreed, and he was looking forward to it.

There were things to do while he was there, to try and make sure Harry was ready for this first shift and the ones to follow while he was away from the rest of the pack. But that didn't mean they couldn't still enjoy getting to hang out together.

Buildings and homes became less and less clustered as the yards were less fenced in and more just mutually understood. The forest coming up steadily ahead of them and starting to stretch upwards higher and higher. Welcoming and opening up and making Peter smile as he over at Harry before shrugging, "We'll find out what it's like soon enough." he said, already smelling the dirt and the needles, the smell of deer and he was pretty sure foxes somewhere near enough for the scents to carry out to them. So far, he couldn't tell any scents of other packs from the area though, and as they actually reached the trees and left the concrete and manmade society behind them, didn't see any of the usual markings designating territory lines either, "Looks like the woods might be free reign. Can move around and hunt in them as much as we want."

Good news, otherwise they'd have to spend part of the afternoon figuring out where the boundaries were. Better to know now than risk Harry being caught by surprise later. They might be in the city if there were any, like back in New York. Peter put the thought aside for now and looked back at Harry with a grin, "So...ready to see how fast you can run now?" technically, he was pretty sure Harry's clothes weren't made to be run around in. Not in the city and definitely not in the woods. Peter couldn't remember a time when he'd cared before, he wasn't about to start now.

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Knowing that the senses wouldn't change a lot later was oddly reassuring, in a way: there would be more than enough changes that any hint of familiarity was welcomed, and he was sure it would be. Especially when it was about to be his first shift, and he knew enough to not be afraid, just... well, he was worried he'd be overwhelmed.

Being here was plenty overwhelming enough, for all that Peter added a welcome comfort, a way to feel much closer to those he'd left behind against his will and and missed so dearly. A way to actually feel able to relax.

"I've been to the usual tourist spots." He admitted, however, trying to make sense of all the scents his brain could distinguish and more or less identify, yes, but he couldn't name just yet. Almost two thirds of them, all the natural ones, and it made it all interesting in a very different way than just walking around would have been.

"I couldn't let myself mope around." He admitted. "So I did some tourism, tried to get a feel for the city, for the food... it's rather decent."

He'd definitely enjoy it more when he had someone to share it with, when it wasn't all a reminder that he was far away from home.

"You'll get to judge for yourself, later." He offered. "And so far I've tried to stay out of the fancy places for a while. I'm sure I'll have to visit enough of them."

But now his homesickness meant he had some good recommendations.

"Even a good takeaway place." He added, because they'd need it... and only after a moment, as he breathed everything in, the trees so close that a part of her really wanted to run towards them already.

He had to tell himself he couldn't just drop all his dignity and race Peter.

"I feel like I should have looked up the wildlife here." He considered, however. Not worried, not with Peter and not with their senses, but mostly curious, as concrete became gravel and the sidewalk became nature.

@localwebslingers

[humming-fly]

Theatre Kid (Derogatory)

[mizzyislost]

there's someone in my head, but it's not me

[romicat]

No worries I ramble a lot as you can see my my multiple overlay long responses. It's perfectly normal to criticize things you like or wished you liked something more than you. The thing with comics is that really anything and nothing could happen.

Mary Jane and Gwen Stacy were originally part of a Betty/Veronica love triangle with Spider-Man until the Betty got fridged and then he married MJ until their marriage was undone by a demon and all that nonsense.

Cyclops and Jean have been on and off, married, divorced, Cyclops dated Emma for many years there, and then marries again.

Originally Destiny and Mystique were supposed to be Nightcrawler's original biological parents until they changed it in part to erase their relationship. For the longest time they were basically just "very good friends, they would burn the world for each other" types. Until more recently where it was finally retconned back that Nightcrawler is their kid and they officially got married.

Kitty and Illyana were literal magically bounded soul mates and one if not the most popular sapphic ship in the X-Men comics fandom since pretty much ever. There was later a writer who wanted to write Rachel as her soul mate and that ship also got a ton of traction in the fanbase before the writer left. More recently both Rachel and Kitty were revealed to be actually textually queer. . . And both of them are dating completely different people with as I said Rachel basically becoming Betsy's cheerleader.

What I'm trying to say is that this stuff is extremely fluid. Comics is the type of industry where little kids who grow up with these characters often grow up to write them. And it shows.

It's what literally happened with both Iman and Samira Ahmed (the writer of the Beyond Limits miniseries.) I can't remember where but years ago I remember listening to this podcast interview where Ahmed talks about being a fan of Wilson's Ms Marvel and how exciting it was to be able to write her.

And like, yeah. This is a series that's already a decade old, makes sense that it's happening now. And similar to how there's now a lot of X-Men writers who got into the characters from the Fox Movies, I think we'll see more future Ms Marvel writers who saw the MCU show first. If Bruno and Kamala ever end dating anytime in the future (whether it's 2 or 5 or 10 years from bow) I guarantee you it'll be because that writer specific writer was a Bruno shipper. At least that's more likely than it being an editorial company thing honestly.

Also, also, as nice as it'll be to get some kind of send off to those ships, more than likely they'll just die off silently with the change in writers. As all these things tend to do.

Side note, the Samira Ahmed thing is really funny too because before Ms Marvel she'd only written contemporary and alt-history books. So the fact that she loved the character so much that she jumped to write a silly little superhero comic book is kind of neat. Speaking of which one of her books is being made into a movie(s?) by the production company who made the Maze Runner movies. . . So huh, we'll see how that goes.

So, Medusa might be the best heroic mentor Kamala's had? Like, she's kinda the only one that didn't disappoint her or tried to force anything on her, or was too stubborn to listen to her. Medusa's entire approach to inhumans outside of their city is to treat them like her subjects but doesn't expect them to treat her like their queen.

She opens Attilan's borders, allowing non-inhumans to live and work there if they want. She offers Kamala assistance when she needs it but never tries to push her towards her "side", and if anything during IvX listens to her and her friends.

When her powers started to literally melt her body it wasn't the X-Men who showed up to help, (actually it was kind of their fault that it happened in the first place) it was Medusa. And even though the chances of saving her aren't certain, she has such faith in Kamala's strength that she doesn't doubt that she'll pull through.

And I don't know, that's just kind of neat?

[bacchuschucklefuck]

it just idea .......

[wallcreeper-and-oro]

terminal.find(WASP-132d) terminal established connection.find(omni_net) connection established omni.id.vericode(Y/N) (Y) {vericode entered} connection verified - lancer 910372

⋆𖦹 Hello!

Uh hi there! I'm new to all this omni-net thing but Kanmi says i've gotta introduce myself so hello omni-net!

My name is Coryander (or Cory but Thebe's the only one who calls me that)! she/her only please and thank you! oh ya my callsign is Ouroboros (or Oro for short) and I currently pilot a swallowtail chassis named Wallcreeper (like Tichodroma muraria)!! uuh i'm pretty new to this whole piloting thing too, well like piloting a big mech i've "piloted" my old ship a bit.. but anyways Wallcreeper's been a nice experience so far!

Kanmi says to tell you all who we are (whoops) uh i'm a part of a little lancer squad unofficially called Dido's Divers (after our leader, the Dido), it'll mostly be me on this but i might talk about my other crew-members too!

um okay let’s seee we got

myself Coryander! (callsign: Ouroboros) -

I get to pilot Wallcreeper! and now with ATHENA Ambulia!

Thebe! my best friend! (callsign: Neutron) -

Thebe pilots her Togukawa (Hemera), it seems pretty scary to me but she likes the heat of the battle!

Kanmi (who’s here helping me do this, thanks kanmi) (callsign: Rosy)-

Kanmi's our resident Drake pilot, and the talker of the group!

Liza, my mentor (callsign: Sour Patch) -

Liza's a Tortuga pilot, and she's our pilot pilot! she's pretty badass!

Dido, the leader of our little crew (that’s her callsign, i haven’t asked her name and she hasn’t given it soooo Dido it is) -

Dido pilots a rather scary Blackbeard!

uuh Kanmi says i gotta say that both mine and Thebe’s mechs were salvaged legally, they were? i’m not sure why he put that in bold? oh also we’re not affiliated with any manufacturer or any other independent company and we follow the pillars and all that good stuff

uuum i’m not sure what i’m gonna do on here but hi i guess! this is Ouroboros signing out!

OOC: hiiii so um im trying out this whole thing, we’ll see how it goes but ya! meet Coryander (spelled the phoenician way)!! she’s pretty cool i think! a bit green but i think she’s neat! she’s got her nice little crew right now and her best friend and all will be well!!

this is the sideblog of @moons-among-distant-stars, so i’ll follow anyone from there!!

uh if you’ve somehow found me not from that account then hi i’m very new to lancer and even newer to lancer rp (or any online rp for that matter) but i think lancer’s very cool and i really like the story y’all’re telling on here!!

so please enjoy the story of my little transfem pilot and her silly crew!!