#which dropped it back down to 950

[dubioushonour]

We did it gamers

[dearhargrove]

Hi there! I have an eddie diaz request please. I don't know if you've seen the boyfriend door lean on tiktok but I was thinking eddie either comes across it and tries it on reader to see if it works (reader is a bookworm) or he does it without knowing what it is and reader melts (in either scenario) and she explains and shows it to him and he says he'll have to do it more often? All cute fluffy and adorable if you can please. Thank you!!

summary Eddie finds out about the 'door frame lean' thing on tiktok and tries it on you.

word count 950

tags fluffy and a bit spicy, Chris!!, Eddie's a menace

a/n hope I did this request justice because I absolutely adore that idea! Need someone to do this for me? Also Eddie would most definitely do this at any chance after realising how it had you going crazy 😭 I used this tiktok as a reference by the way!

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You're sitting up against the headboard with your book in your hands and a glass of wine on the nightstand next to you, simply passing time until your boyfriend comes home from his 24 hour shift.

You're almost done with it when you hear the front door open and close, a bag being dropped on the floor and shoes messily discarded next to the shoe rack (it seems no matter how many times you get mad at him for not putting his shoes away he forgets it and repeats the same mistake).

Moments later you see him walk along the hallway to your shared bedroom. His hair is messy instead of combed back like it was this morning when he'd made sure to ask you if it looked good, and the exhaustion is clear on his face.

You close your book after putting the bookmark between the pages you were reading and look at him with a smile that he easily reciprocates.

“Rough shift?” you move off the bed and walk to lean against the door frame as he approaches. “Yeah. People are stupid,” you chuckle and he stops in front of you, reaching his left hand up and placing it on the door frame and easily leaning his head down to look at you.

You're entirely caught off guard, not sure whether to look into his eyes or focus on the fact that this position was very flattering on his biceps. You swallow nervously which he catches and tilts his head with a small smirk.

“What? Why do you look nervous, amor?” He asks huskily and puts his other hand on your waist. That's just about your last straw and you fluster and look away, “Uh, no, just- how was your shift?”

He laughs and lets go of the door frame to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer until he can reach your neck and bury his face in it. You're pretty sure he can feel your pulse being abnormally high from where he'd placed his head, so in hopes of not making him aware of how crazy this entire situation had you going you bury your hands in his hair and gently scratch his scalp. Something you knew would make him melt any time you did it.

He grunts and his arms tighten around your waist, fingers pressing into the middle of your lower back. “Fuck,” he mumbles, “That feels good.”

Your whole ruse to distract him backfired because he just kept getting more sexy and you're pretty sure he either knew exactly what he was doing or was totally unaware of the effect this whole interaction was having on you.

“Dad, you're home!” Chris distracts both of you and Eddie kisses your pulse point and squeezes your waist again before crouching down to lift Chris into his arms and hug him tight. “Hey, buddy. Aren't you supposed to be asleep? It's almost nine thirty.”

You watch them and take the moment to gather your wits again because, oh my god. You'll never be able to read about the door frame lean in a book again without thinking about this.

Later that night when you're both in bed, his head placed on your chest as he patiently waits for you to finish reading the chapter so you could play with his hair, he looks up at you, “I didn't actually believe that door frame thing would work.”

Your jaw drops and you look at him with furrowed brows, “What do you mean?”

“That.. what's it called? Booktok. Buck was talking about it because he thought it was funny and mentioned how I should know what that is since you read so much. I didn't so I looked it up. Who knew you'd fold so easily?” He teases and you glare at him in slight embarrassment and take your hand from his hair.

“Stop teasing me about it.” He laughs and shakes his head, “Never. You looked way too cute, though I almost got worried with how high your pulse was getting…”

You gasp and flick his forehead with your index finger, about to throw some insult at him when the door opens and Christopher stands in the doorway.

Eddie sits up and you put your book on the nightstand, “Chris? Everything okay, love?” You ask and he pouts. “Nightmare. Can I sleep here tonight?”

You look at Eddie with a worried expression and he slightly shrugs but scoots to the side to make space for the ten year old. He crawls into the middle of you and you pull the blanket up to his shoulders. He looks at you with big eyes and you smile, knowing what he wanted, before carding your hand through his hair. He hums happily and Eddie looks at you slightly offended, “He's stealing your attention.”

You snort and roll your eyes, “You can wait until he's asleep.” Chris grins happily at his father and then at you. “I'm cuter anyway,” Eddie gasps and you laugh as the two banter.

One look at the clock though and you're shushing them both with a forehead kiss, “Alright now, time to sleep.” Eddie looks happy with himself, taking that as him getting all your attention now and you raise one eyebrow, “You too.”

Chris giggles and then settles down, same as Eddie after he scowls at you. You click off the small lamp on your nightstand and see Chris already snoozing with Eddie watching him fondly.

Placing your hand in Eddie's hair instead you whisper ‘I love you’ which he repeats and puts his arm over Chris to put his hand on your hip, falling asleep not long after.

[rainyreading]

Hey! I love your Theo fics and I was wondering if I could request a Theo x Hufflepuff, granddaughter of Newt Scamander reader? I think it could be cute!

Maybe he notices her one day minding her business, and one of his friends calls her weird for the same reasons Newt was called weird in school? Whatever you like! thank you!

Weird

Theo Nott x Hufflepuff!reader

wc: 950

a/n: Sorry this took so long! Hope it’s ok.

Requests open

Theo was in the library with his friends. He wasn’t doing any work of course because he was distracted talking with his friends. They were talking about the quidditch match that took place yesterday.

Theo quickly glanced around the library and his eyes landed on you. You were sitting there reading minding your own business. Theo thought you were pretty. He admired your beauty. He thought you were so cute and loved how you weren’t bothered by others.

Draco caught sight of Theo looking at you. He decided to speak up. “You know that’s Y/L/N, she’s weird. She talks to animals and what not. I’d stay away from her if I were you,” Draco warned.

“Maybe she’s just misunderstood,” Theo reasoned.

“Nah mate i’d listen to Draco, she’s a freak,” Blaise commented.

“You guys are mean,” Theo responded.

“Trust us, we would never steer you wrong,” Draco threw an arm around Theo.

“Ok ok I get it,” Theo put a stop to their conversation.

“We are just looking out for you,” Draco explained.

“Yeah yeah i know, let’s drop it please.” Theo grumbled.

Theo and his friends continued hanging out in the library for a little while longer. Theo however was busy thinking about you. He couldn’t get you off his mind. You intrigued him.

After Theo’s friends left he decided to go up and talk to you, despite what his friends told him. You were minding your own business, reading your book.

“Mind of I sit here?” Theo asked.

“Um sure go head,” you replied. You were shy and a little nervous but he seemed nice.

“You’re really pretty you know that,” Theo charmed.

You blushed at his words. You didn’t think anyone noticed you.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Theo,” he said with a smile.

“I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, which he did.

“I’ve seen you around school, I’ve always wanted to say hi,” Theo began.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was always too nervous, and now I just thought hey, it’s worth a shot.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” you answered.

“Me too.”

“So what are you reading?” Theo asked.

“Oh this? I’m just reading about the care of magical creatures.”

“Interesting!”

“Really? Cause I find it fascinating.”

And maybe it was the way your eyes lit up or the smile on your face but Theo could have sworn he died and gone to heaven. You were simply stunning and so lively. He liked to look at you when there was a spark of joy in you.

“Forgive me if this is too forward, but would you like to have a picnic at the black lake with me tomorrow?” Theo requested.

“I’d love too!”

“Great!”

——————

Tomorrow came fast. Theo couldn’t wait he was so excited to see you again. He planned out the whole thing. He brought a ton of food and he even got you flowers.

When you arrived at the black lake Theo gave you the flowers.

“These are beautiful, thank you!”

The two of you sat down on the picnic blanket, and Theo started to serve the food. What Theo’s friends might think if they saw him here with you was in the back of his mind, but he tried to ignore it and enjoy this time with you.

“Anything for you.”

You smiled at him, feeling really good about going out with Theo. He seemed really nice and you were excited to get to know him.

After the both of you ate you decided to just enjoy each other’s presence and talk.

“So what do you do on days you don’t have class?” Theo asked.

“Well I like to read, sometimes I go on walks around the castle. Then there’s spending time with my cat. I also like to draw. What about you?” You answered.

“That’s interesting! I usually hang out with my friends. I’d love to see your drawings sometime!”

“Really? I’m not that good,” you shrugged.

“I bet you are,” Theo implied.

You smiled at him. “Maybe someday.”

“What do you read about?”

“Mostly animals.”

“You really like animals don’t you.”

“Well my grandfather is Newt Scamander.”

“Really? No way.” Theo was impressed.

“Yep.”

“That makes a lot of sense.”

“Hahaha.”

“Have you ever gone swimming in the black lake?” Theo asked.

“No I haven’t,” you replied.

“Do you want to swim with me?” Theo grinned.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Come on,” Theo said lifting his shirt over his head.

You laughed at him. You were a little shy but you quickly stripped down to your underwear, ripping it off like a bandaid.

Theo did his best to avert his eyes from your body. You were breathtaking and he just couldn’t help it.

“Last one in is a sweaty oaf.” Theo called out.

You squealed as you jumped into the lake. The water was cold and it felt refreshing. You swam over to Theo.

Theo watched as droplets of water fell from your lashes. Theo went and held your waist.

“Is this ok?” Theo asked.

You nodded.

One hand came and brushed your hair out of you face then rested on your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You replied.

Theo placed his lips on yours in a heated kiss. His mouth explored yours. Your lips were moving in sync. When the need for air became to strong you pulled away.

“You are a really good kisser,” Theo complemented.

You giggled, “Thank you.”

Theo was quickly falling in love, and he didn’t even know it yet. The last thing on his mind was what his friends would think. He couldn’t care less about their opinion because he found someone he enjoyed spending time with.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I know this is random coming from me but corrupted kisaki nsfw hcs specifically this timeskip kisaki

NSFW HC's // Timeskip Kisaki

Minors DNI under the cut, please.

WC ::: Less than 950

Also ::: Thank you, Kat, for dropping this in my box! Ilysm!

Sorta proofed. Sorry for any oopsies.

✢ Kisaki is a busy man. He makes sure of it. He once heard somewhere that idle hands are the devil's playthings. But he's come to know the truth is quite the opposite. His hands, specifically, are the devil's playthings. And you? Well, you are Kisaki's plaything.

✢ He's taken to keeping you close by his side whenever he can. In his office, in his home, and anywhere in between. He's always one step ahead, knowing just where you'll be, what you'll be doing, and how to take advantage of the situation.

✢ He loves to watch you work. Your hands are delicate, graceful, and efficient. It's a shame that he feels the need to tie them up every night and he has to remind you just who you belong to.

✢ Kisaki keeps you on a tight leash, making sure to keep you under his watchful eye. He's trained you to be so obedient, and it pleases him to no end.

✢ You don't fight him anymore. You've learned your lesson. When he tells you to bend over his desk and stay still, you do. When he ties you up and spreads you open for his viewing pleasure, you stay put. You know your place. You know exactly what he wants from you, and you're more than happy to give it to him.

✢ Kisaki loves to use toys on you. He's got a whole collection, and he loves to see your reactions to each and every one of them. He's always looking for new things to try out, and he's very generous with letting you try them out first. To see which one(s) you like the most, or which ones just don't hit any nerve whatsoever.

✢ Kisaki loves to play with your mouth. He loves to watch you suck him off, to feel your tongue work its magic on his cock. And when you're on your knees in front of him, he loves to pull your hair and shove his cock down your throat. It makes him feel powerful and in control.

✢ Kisaki loves to make you cum. If he's feeling generous, he'll let you cum first. But more often than not, he gets to blow his load before you're even close. He loves to see you frustrated and desperate for release. It just turns him on even more.

✢ Kisaki loves to fuck you hard. He loves to bend you over and pound into you from behind. He leans over you and reaches up under to grab your tits. Massaging the soft, squishy flesh - for his pleasure. It's just an added bonus if you happen to enjoy it too.

✢ Kisaki loves to play with your pussy. He loves to explore every inch of your folds, every crevice and curve. He loves to taste you, to smell you, to feel your slick juices on his fingers. It embarrasses the fuck out of you when he stuffs his face in your cunt and takes a deep breath in through his nose and moans right back into it. You've learned to not speak up about it though. He doesn't like you talking bad about yourself. “Cunts smell, darling. And I love how yours smells. Don’t let me hear you say this again.”

✢ Kisaki loves to take his time with you. He loves to take you slow, to tease you until you're begging for more. He loves to make you wait, to leave you wanting more. And when he finally lets you cum, it's like heaven and hell all at the same time. It's intense and overwhelming, and you love every second of it.

✢ Kisaki loves to cum on you. He loves to mark you as his, to claim you as his own. He loves to see his cum drip down your face, or splatter onto your tits, or just down your throat. He loves to see his cum all over your body, to see his essence seep into your skin and to know that you belong to him.

✢ Kisaki loves to fuck you in his car. Mind you, there's no divider that can be put up. And he doesn't ask the driver to get out 1/2 of the time. So you're basically riding him through town on the way to his next meeting. It's incredibly risky, and the thrill of getting caught is just too much to resist. Although, he did slap you across the face that one time - the first time ever - you squirted all over his suit. He apologized immediately and profusely. But now you’re afraid to completely let yourself go when you’re in the car with him. 

✢ Kisaki loves to fuck you in his office. He loves the idea of someone walking in on the two of you. And if someone were to walk in on the two of you, he'd just keep fucking you, and make sure you scream his name so they know who you belong to.

✢ Kisaki loves to fuck you in the bathtub. He loves the idea of having you so vulnerable, so exposed. Knowing that you're completely at his mercy. He loves to see you naked and wet, and to feel your soft skin against his own. He likes how wet you feel between your thighs - the mix of the bath water and your pussy juices makes him almost lose his mind. 

✢ Kisaki loves you in the only way Kisaki knows how to. He’s told you many, many times that you can take it or leave it. But “Good luck finding someone who will put up with your whining.”

And you’re like, “What whining????”

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[dailycass-cain]

By unlocking 7,000 Followers on Twitter (thank you all 😊) has me doing this nice retrospective of Cass's time in James Tynion IV's Detective Comics run (aka Gotham Knights) that started in #934-#981.

I'll start with some context before I go deep into this run. So in 2016 (it's been 8 YEARS?!), DC Comics relaunched their comics with the "Rebirth" label.

Taking some things of the past and putting them in the "New 52" universe.

For Cass, it would mean she would be getting a mask closer to her Batgirl costume. As we know with the end of Batman & Robin Eternal, she'd be going with the new Orphan identity.

Now, this all happened back to back with one another. In, a greater context this helped the character of Cass. Cause, before this. DC Comics had this history of yanking the character or we'd be stuck with two months or more before we'd get more (aka Black Bat).

The other thing (a bit more controversial), is that the friendships with Spoiler and Red Robin would happen between Batman & Robin Eternal and this. So we'd never get this subplot of introduction again.

So right away Cass/Steph would be besties. Akin to their prior life.

#934 The first showing of Cass in this run is her in full costume (with said mask), and what she does vigilante-wise in the Orphan identity.

Helping out other orphans who are being trafficked illegally. A theme that would put up a few times in this run and her tale with Orca in DC: Doomed & the Damned #1 (a few years later in 2020).

The issue establishes the team dynamics and obviously digs into the "X-Men themes" of each member.

You can see these themes with each member of the Gotham Knights.

For Cass, it's easy to see she's the "Wolverine" of the team. Though with the writer, Tynion has a clear bias toward (I mean Claremont balanced the Logan stuff). Not that I mind this. 😶

As for the rest of this arc, Tynion does a good job showcasing some elements in the past that were classic Cass flaws like in the Mudroom she keeps fighting everyone's battles instead of her own.

Which is a problem would have. So it's a flaw I do enjoy.

Just that well... we never see this flaw ever again in the series. Cass does let everyone fight their own battle (Steph in particular), but will be there to help someone else (more on that later).

We also get the one recurring subplot in the post-B&RE with Cass and Harper being closely entwined with one another (though sadly this gets dropped after the second arc, and eventually dropped completely after #950).

I still get the reason "why" Harper was being slowly phased out with Cass/Steph coming back, around this time but she does bring a few things to the table that others don't.

But that's a thing I'm gonna go in a future series of posts.

Like I said before, Tynion favors Cass A LOT and it shows in this opening arc with her getting several moments to steal the show. Starting with her fighting the enemies of the arc when they raid the Bellfry.

She does lose (but man what a fight she puts up in this taking out four of them) and it is hilarious that it takes THIS many darts to knock her down. 🤣

Then of course, the next issue she gets THE moment I think most are still hyped to this day on.

I mean I GET IT. The moment is still a 🐐.

Though, if there's one nitpick I can see is that Tynion really isn't fond of the mask concept entirely as there are moments that Cass puts on and removes the mask. Never keeping it on fully at times.

Like I knew this was a recurring theme in this series, but I forgot HOW MUCH recursion it was. With Cass getting the mask damaged or her unmasking at various points in this run. A part of me wonders if Tynion did this given how meh the mask just looks without the bat ears?

The other bit is the tease for the League of Shadows in this and the whole "black eyes" thing that we got later in the arc with them. I still don't understand the whole motif with that.

I remember debating with a friend the whole "was it a possession"? And now that I think about it more was it a nod to anger back in the ye old Puckett/Scott run? When Cass would get REALLY mad she'd have pure black eyes.

Since we never really got an answer, I just have more questions that I know we'll never get answers for.

That's Cass's part in this opening arc in a nutshell. All action, with just a tiny bit of characterization. You can best symbolize this as well in the next arc, "Night of the Monster Men" which crossed over with Nightwing and Batman ongoings.

This is a big one for me cause I remember really enjoying this story back when it came out, and I still do. It's Batman, the Gotham Knights, Signal, Gotham Girl, and Nightwing taking on Hugo Strange and his Kaiju Men.

Cause that's what they are in this crossover. Freaking huge monsters.

Now this is a BIG moment for Cass, as well this is the first Batman crossover she DOES things since-- Batman: War Games (though you could cheat Batman: Battle for the Cowl, as she does appear but never has a central role within the series).

So 2005 (or 2009). It's only been-- 11 or 7 years since her last Batman crossover.

….

🙃🙃🙃🙃

This one is the bits are co-written by Steve Orlando with Tynion, and I just enjoy this story. First up this is the stuff that gives us REAL good Cass/Steph crumbs. Bestest crumbs we'd get until this run would end.

Cass/Steph's part for "most of the story" is helping those who are infected and also not from Hugo Strange's new Monster Men strain (that makes you violent or turns you into giant kaiju).

It's a nice little beat as they're cut off from everyone else and Bruce is all, "TRUST THEM. THEY GOT THIS." Throughout the bits him and the rest are dealing with the Monster Men.

And the two do. Like these bits are probably the best Cass/Steph content we got since well---

-- Batgirls. And that's just do to reasons given Steph drifts away from Cass (so it can set up both their solo subplots. Though Cass's gets more attention somewhat, and Steph's gets rushed).

But yeah these bits of Cass/Steph in the cave are really the first REAL moments in the series that feel like Cass/Steph of old. Just because in the prior arc, they don't mingle save one scene where Steph gives off panel plot summaries instead.

It's just natural, and good. Really, this crossover has aged like an underrated fine wine. There's only one real flaw to it (more on that soon). But in characterization? This story is Cass/Steph perfection.

This arc is notable for three other things too. #1 This is also the ONLY arc where Cass remains masked in the entire arc. Cass doesn't appear unmasked AT ALL. So it's interesting to see how artists manage this and well--

This arc is notable for three other things too. #1 This is also the ONLY arc where Cass remains masked in the entire arc. Cass doesn't appear unmasked AT ALL. So it's interesting to see how artists manage this and well--

#2 As you can tell this is the arc where artists began to draw the white lenses for Cass. A feature that would stick to the character this very day. I get this sets up the whole white/black lenses debate. But I totally forgot it was THIS arc that began the white lenses.

This is the first time Riley Rossmo draws Cass and well I do enjoy it. Rossmo makes the Orphan design work with its limited costume pallet. I get the little gremlin energy throughout this arc with his Cass.

#3 the climax (aka the one bit I find anti-climatic) where Nightwing, Batwoman, Spoiler, and Cass each get into a building and-- command giant freaking lasers. It should've been a giant Voltron Bat mech. IT REALLY SHOULD'VE.

But the real INTERESTING thing is note how EVERYONE says their codename but-- Cass. She just goes online. I get it simple words but it just feels like re-reading this how already the writer who co-created the identity was basically undermining the new identity himself by doing things like this.

Or maybe it was Orlando?

He's a sneaky sneak writer when it comes to Cass lore (see his Supergirl run where he casually drops Carolyn Wu-San or his Batman Beyond fill-in where has Babs say BATGIRLS). Just small little bits. I wouldn't be surprised if this was him.

But yeah this is a fun and underrated event crossover STILL. Which is probably why we had it given what the next arc does with Cass which lays seeds and is 💔 the first "Victims Syndicate" arc.

The seeds laid are the beginning bits of friendship in #943 between Cass and Clayface (Basil Karlo) aka one of the things most remember for this run. It starts with the beginnings of her being a rock for him.

Sadly, this issue also marks the final time Cass, Steph, and Harper are all together (only WFA uses them together now). 😭

So yeah seeing Cass, Steph, and Harper interacting with one another does make me truly sad as this is it. The last interaction between all three together.

It's also HIGHLY amusing as Harper and Cass are wearing their "disguises" from Batman & Robin Eternal #7-8 (probably due to Alvaro Martinez drawing these issues and the Tec one).

But this is really Steph's arc, and that's all the notable things Cass does other than having to do this 🥺🥺🥺while Steph leaves the Bat Family to do her thing.

Plus gets her sweeter full-on Spoiler Mask again too.

This and the next arc are the lesser of Cass stuff because well-- Cass gets her own story in #950! But before that, I must address PAIN. OH YES, PAIN!

Because during this chunk of arcs, Cass did show up someplace else, Red Hood & the Outlaws #15. Where she's drawn by Dexter Soy for the first time! 😀 She fights an Amazon for the first time too in Artemis! 😀😀

And it happens off-panel save the last one where Artemis beats her. 😑😑😑😑😑

Oh, and um yeah OTHER things too with a little OOC Cass is in the issue. But hey the net positive was Soy would draw Cass with a far better writer a few years later.

So yeah, on the bright side, Tynion always hyped up #950 as the start of a Cass-centric arc and is reunited with the artist who drew the best issue of Batman & Robin Eternal (#14), Marcio Takara and we get Christian Duce's first-time drawing Cass here too!

There are still a lot of pros and cons with this particular arc. The biggest pro is the opening issue to the prologue to the arc. Being told via Cass's eyes per say with the narration boxes capturing the turmoil but not her voice.

It's different than how Kelley Puckett went with in Batgirl Vol. 1, not the better ground Sarah Kuhn had with Shadow of the Batgirl, and not crazy north to where Batgirls went with their narration (who was the narrator of that series again?) this is more the middle ground.

For the story itself, it does work. Just it's also 💔cause almost ALL of this relating to Cass is never fully followed up on here (until the Batman & Outsiders volume a year after this run).

But other beats such as Cass's relationship with Harper Row are just dropped completely after this point. Like, Harper just shows up one more time during this run (in Steph's subplot which is rushed to heck).

But it's not just Harper who gets dropped after this arc. The story also introduces Christine Montclair, a ballerina, who Cass idolizes and might crush on.

It's an obvious play of the "Phantom of the Opera." With Cass being the Phantom.

Christine really does help Cass, and just when you think she's gonna show up more in this run (or even elsewhere involving Cass). We really never see her again. She does give Cass the pep-talk that's needed, but that's it.

Feels like a sad waste of story potential. I digress we're nearing the point of this run where Tynion had to cut A LOT of fat. Given, he was leaving this comic to become the lead writer on Justice League Dark, and the "Rebirth" era was ending.

Maybe this was some of that "fat"? I'm just surprised no future writer picked up Christine or added her to the Batgirls supporting cast. In a way, Cass's interest in ballet somewhat wanned after this arc too (with only Black Label BoP covering it and WFA).

I still think there's potential there for Christine to be a supporting cast member filling the void Brenda left.

But what we have here with Christine is still quite good, the best moments of the arc humanizing and getting through the problems Cass faces in this arc.

Even if ironically, Christine's mental teacher was a book by Carolyn Wu-San (again a subplot we never ever see picked up).

Still, this arc brings back the "Rebirth" method of putting back stuff. This case is Lady Shiva being Cass's mom, and them having to fight.

I digress the idea did hype me up slightly at the time.

Just in the end, there's no real dimension here to either. Shiva finds out, still decides to nuke Gotham to screw Ra's over. Basically, the stereotypical "murder mom" behavior that a lot of us criticized. That's been righted but hoping that the new Batgirl ongoing fully answers.

Cass finds out that she is brokenhearted and that her mom is Lady Shiva. But there's never any real means to establish the "how".

Cass finds out, is 💔at the revelation, and barely has time to interact fully with Shiva before it's taken away. Even the fight with Shiva has no real sauce or even clear indication like Batgirl Vol. 1 #25 or even #73.

That's not even accounting the ending with Shiva getting shot, rattling words (that were a location code), and a subplot Tynion had to drop.

So the positives for the arc are still there. #1 being the big fight in #955 vs. the Shadows and the hype Tynion lays the groundwork in the prior issue giving Cass her "Wolverine" moment in full.

It's an epic moment. Still drives a chill done my spine. Likewise the entire fight vs. all the ninjas. Takara really just shines with the art in #955. Like the fight is just stunning.

That leads into the problem with the Orphan identity as the cracks are in this issue particularly were they develop as Cass's answer to who she is to Christine is, her name. Not Orphan.

I can go into that, but that's more to one of my past series I dwell on that on why the Orphan codename became dated.

Another bit that works well is the friendship between Cass/Basil really begins to shine further here and it just reaches its apex of positive emotions in the next arc.

The final thing which I find underrated is how Kate becomes the unwilling mentor figure (given Babs is pushed away from having this relationship with Cass). It's an interesting dynamic that could've added more tragedy to what is to come with them.

The Batman stuff is gold here too. Again solidifies the fatherly stuff we had in the past with Cass. The only problem is other than this run only four writers would further this.

So yeah, this arc is a mixed bag of good and bad. I cannot fault Tynion fully that he never fully realized the arc's full potential cause well DC was gonna DC.

As it stands the "League of Shadows" arc is just a good read to have. Funny enough what truly is the pathos to Cass is what is to come.

That being Cass/Basil, as their friendship really moves the subplots going forward. Basil helps Cass with her reading disability. Cass helps him with the bad side of Clayface showing up. It's a nice two-way streak of them being there for the other.

On the action front, we get probably the best fight in the series. A brutal 1 v 2 fight between a brainwashed Azrael vs. Kate/Cass (#961). Again, the fight is just nasty and again gets her mask torn. But it is the recurring theme of this run. Cass's mask gotta be torn.

But it's after this arc with Azrael, that Tynion is just rushing through trying to end as many subplots he can at this point to reach his climax.

We get moments between Cass/Basil sprinkled throughout (her being his rock when he almost goes back to villainy). Plus the whole Tim reunited with her and then Steph.

But it's all setting up to the next big stepping stone which is the second Victim Syndicate arc where now they're not just targeting Steph, but also Basil.

Man this arc, while the Steph stuff doesn't hit as clean (given how Tynion rushed through her subplot), the Cass/Basil stuff with it given all this time.

It STILL slaps hard to the face when they force Clayface to rage out in #972. The only one in his way in #973---

Even rereading it, it's like something you're like Cass, just hoping Kate doesn't pull that trigger and well... yeah. It hits and it hurts.

I try looking at what comes next from the perspective of well Cass not having that symbol. If you go with her wanting to achieve what Bruce/Kate/Babs have. Kate breaking the rule. It really hits that Kate betrayed her student here.

I do wish Tynion was given just a tiny bit more room to breathe. Because we never really get them mending here after this. It's just dropped and mended offscreen between the two (probably the only rare miss Alyssa Wong had when writing both).

Though with Tynion ending Kate's mentorship with Cass, he adds one final Rebirth layer: Babs mentoring Cass. We get the seeds in #975.

It's a GOOD idea, and something Hill does follow up on in his Tec arc. However, I just get the feeling with Rebirth ending, and Dan DiDio getting back fully in power from Geoff Johns. That well... certain edicts DiDio had prior between Cass/Babs came back.

Cause A LOT of this stuff was reburied and Cass didn't get to be with Babs until two years later (and when a certain someone was fired from DC Comics).

But enough what "could've been". What about Tynion's final arc on the series? It surprisingly still has a lot of Cass. Like at this point she's really the female lead of the book with Kate taking a backseat at this point.

I mean she's really all over the place in the arc. Starting with still recovering from Basil's death, and we get an amusing moment between her and Tim. Probably the last sibling moment (other than WFA).

It's just a cute moment, and well is bookended with Tim getting turned into an O.M.A.C. and Cass jobbing (cause she's nowhere in the right mindset at this point). But it leads her to Bruce and then Steph. And we get the next big moment.

I'm not gonna cover the "lie" moment aka a pantless future Cass fighting a shirtless Ra's. No, I'm gonna go right into Tynion's final critique on both Cass/Steph in #980.

We all know it.

Both are shown what was "taken". Their years of being Batgirls and Robin. I do still love each panel represents an actual story for the two. Something lost and taken by the New 52.

I feel like at this point, Tynion was just exhausted with the mental hoops he had to deal with regarding both characters, and this was his final response having both see what they can still have.

It feels like where Tynion wanted to put the two, but couldn't (cause DiDio gonna DiDio), but still left the seeds enough for Cass to know what she is.

Again, making the whole Orphan identity more pointless at this point.

But on the bright side you can look at these last bits and given what we know what occurs in Batman: Joker War. That Tynion was all, "Well, if you want a job done right. You got to do it yourself." Putting all this history back in.

In the end, you can look back at the run and see those positives which then occur less than two years later. This is still a flawed run, but with all the unknowns that were probably heaped on the writer.

It does hold up in other areas. Out of the team, Cass really was one of the few who really got the 👑in being the reason this run is remembered most. She does get A LOT of good moments in the series.

The really good moments are still really good. Just the bad? Well, just take it for what DC was at that time. Still, flawed (given WHO was still lingering around the company at the time), but almost there.

Though I find the Joker ongoing Tynion's best Batman work, this is probably his more entertaining one. Everyone gets a moment to shine (even if it's rushed).

This is still a better top to bottom Batman run compared to its counterpart which tripped and fell at the end (Tom King's Batman run).

So what you think about this run? Has it aged more gracefully like a wine? Or like milk? I'm really curious of thoughts of this run given where we are now with the character.

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: none

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 950

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

James - Orange Cassidy ♤ Dustin - Chuck Taylor ♤ Greg - Trent?

Being a daughter of the man known as Kevin Von Erich, you become used to people looking at you with some type of pity if they know your family's history.

Growing up, my fellow classmates asked about my uncles, but I didn't really know them, just stories of them.

But I learned from my siblings and cousins that it is just how it will be. That many wrestling fans will ask about the supposed curse on our family. I learned who my true friends were, and I tried to grow up away from the family business.

But I guess it is just in my blood.

I couldn't stay away from wrestling,

But I didn't use the Von Erich name or our real last name, Adkisson. I use my first name, but I used my mother's maiden name, May.

Along the way, I met and became good friends with Dustin and Greg, and through the two of them, I met James. With his smile and his kind eyes, I fell for him, hard, which I pushed those feelings aside, of course.

I focused on wrestling, and I soon became a part of the best friends, and I even moved in with Dustin and James as I refused to take money from my family, even though I know they were just wanting to help.

Then the four of us got assigned to AEW, and you could say the rest was history.

But for the first time in a very long time, I am nervous about tonight. My father and brothers are coming to watch me.

They say they never miss a match when I have one. They always make sure to stop what they are doing to watch me, but tonight will also be the night I tell the world I have a 3rd generation wrestler.

That I come from the Von Erich family.

I have kept it pretty well hidden.

I very rarely post anything personal on social media, as it is usually just about wrestling or cooking.

But tonight, that is all going to change.

◆

I was pacing back and forth when James found me.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked me as I placed his hands on my shoulders and had me look at him.

"Just nervous about tonight, and I don't know why. I mean, this is my family, and I am not ashamed about them."

James dropped his hands from my shoulders but didn't move back. "Then what is the issue? You do wrestle a lot like your dad."

"I was trained by him, so yes, I do. I don't know what the issue is now. When I first started, I didn't want to get matches just because of who my family is, and I got them all on my own. I guess maybe this was one part of me. I liked not being asked the same questions like my brothers did at the beginning of their career or my cousin. I didn't have to live up to anyone expectations except my own."

The two of us continued to talk, not knowing that we were being watched.

ORANGE CASSIDY'S POV:

I watched as she walked away, hoping I was able to calm her down. She seemed more relaxed at the end of our conversation.

"James, may I have a word?" I was startled to hear a new voice join me. I turned around to see Kevin standing there, her father.

"Yes. What would you like to talk about?"

"I saw you and my daughter talking. I knew she would be nervous about tonight, and I came to calm her down, but you seemed like you were able to."

"I hope I did, sir."

"I also noticed one thing." I waited for him to continue as he crossed his arms across his chest and looked me up and down. I instantly became nervous.

"I noticed the way how you looked at her. How long?"

"How long for what, Sir?" Why are my palms sweaty?

"How long have you had feelings for my daughter?" His posture changed, and his body relaxed.

"I see the way how you look at her, and all I can say is that she looks at you the same way."

I started to stutter like a 13-year-old boy.

Kevin grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me a huge smile. "I would ask her out before someone else decides to James."

◆

Kevin left me standing there, giving me a lot of food for thought. I felt a hand gently on my arm, and I saw it was her. She had a soft smile on her face.

"I saw you and my Dad talking. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, he just wanted to have a talk, that is all." I laid my hand apon hers.

"If you don't mind me asking, may I ask about what?"

'Should I tell her?' I thought to myself, but then Kevin's words came back to me.

"He just talked about you." I don't know how she would feel if she found out her Dad got involved in her love life.

"I know that. I saw him mouth my name." She teased.

"I did like how comfortable the two of you looked talking to one another. So many people put him on a pedestal when he really is just a simple guy, but that also means he is comfortable enough with you to put his guard down." She softly said as she took a step closer.

"James, I am wondering if you would like to go out for dinner, just the two of us?"

"As in a date?" We have had dinner alone plenty of times before.

"Yes, a date."

"I would like that."

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[azurevi]

a surprise visit

characters: adeuce (platonic/romantic)+ grim x gn!reader

summary: life has been keeping you away from your friends back in twisted wonderland, and after weeks of radio silence, they decide to give you a little surprise. 950

note: very fun to imagine that they can just travel between worlds with a mirror. wrote this because school has been beating my ass lately and is not stopping anytime soon💔

When you decided to return to your world, there were two things your friends asked of you: that you stayed in touch, and that you would visit sometimes with the mirror Crowley enchanted so that you could go over there during (and only during) holidays.

For the past few months, you’d held to your words, texting them regularly about the big and small happenings of your life. It wasn’t anywhere near enough to fill that distance between you guys, but you managed nonetheless, eagerly awaiting the next break.

But then work came rolling in. Every day it was project after project, chasing deadlines after deadlines, with seemingly no end in sight. It wasn’t your intention to go radio silence on them, but you barely had enough hours to juggle everything on your plate, let alone check the mountain of messages.

They knew work had been keeping you busy and out of reach, and they did try to endure it, but it’s not easy. It’s torture not knowing how you were doing, not having you check up on them at random times of the day, not hearing your fuzzy voice on the other side of the call.

So all things considered, they really couldn’t be blamed for breaking Crowley’s rules now, could they?

Some people couldn’t stand the suspense of silence, the uncertainty it brought, the unfamiliar vacancy. But for someone living alone, hearing noises in other parts of the apartment was the last thing you could hope for.

What was that saying again, anything that can go wrong will go wrong? It was the only thought running through your tense mind as you tip-toed into your bedroom. The tall, lean wardrobe door shook, and a few shushes and hisses could be heard from within.

It started five minutes ago with a really loud thump, which you’d naively dismissed as a random falling object at the time, but the second came not a few seconds later, and a chill shot down your spine immediately. The very human voices only confirmed your nightmare—

There were definitely burglars in your wardrobe.

The worst part was that you’d been home for four straight days already, powered by nothing but delivered junk food and the absolute spite you held towards your work at hand. So either they’d snuck in at some point, or they’d been in your house the whole time.

Aside from the table lamp by the bed, there was nothing you could wield as a weapon. With held breaths, you plugged out the wire and let it fall to the floor with a soft sound. It was enough to startle the intruders into an abrupt pause in their low whispers.

Deep breaths, in and out. You adjusted your grip on the lamp and dragged yourself towards the ominous door.

Three-

Two-

One-

With a war cry, you swung open the door and raised the lamp high up in the air, ready to strike.

“AHHHHHHHH”

“AHHHHHHHH”

“FGNAAA!”

Three people- no, two people and a cat screamed bloody murder in your face, arms thrown around each other as if that could keep your lamp of judgement away.

It took a moment for you to recognize the trio, but once you did, your arms dropped to your sides defeatedly.

“What the fuck?!”

Deuce averted his gaze while Ace waved awkwardly. Grim, as usual, failed to read the room and strode out of the wardrobe, “Hello, henchman! We are here to pay you a visit!”

“Um, yeah,” Deuce added. “…Long time no see?”

“No!” You snapped. “Can someone explain to me how you’re here? And- oh my god. Ace. Your leg.”

Four pairs of eyes shot towards the redhead, whose leg was somehow stuck in the mirror. With a quiet ‘whoops’, he pulled it out like it was the most normal thing.

“You got here through my wardrobe mirror,” you deduced quickly, then pointed your thumb at the gilded full length mirror reclined against the wall, one that was made specifically for mirror-traveling purposes. “What happened to ‘using a specific mirror for transportation’?”

“Well, here’s the thing,” Ace said, both of them stood up from your now crumpled piles of clothes. “It’s not holiday yet, so technically we can’t use the mirror. Crowley made sure of that by binding it with a spell. But we, smart as we are, broke it with no complication… except the part where we messed up the destination.”

“You don’t look overjoyed to see us at all! We only came because you went missing on us, ya know!” Grim butted in, folding his fluffy arms.

Guilt crept up on you as you recalled how long it’d been since you’d last talked to them. It was a pleasant surprise to have them around, but after days of fatigue, the fright they’d given you was not the addition you needed. Still, you picked Grim up like a kitten, earning disgruntled protests from him.

“You mean you guys missed me?”

“Yea, they did. Not me though, I got by just~ fine without you.” Ace had that shit-eating grin on his face. It all felt very familiar.

“You were making a pie last night at 3am because you missed them too much.” Deuce exposed him with no hesitation, pointedly ignoring him as he stuttered. “Anyways, here we are. How have you been? You look… drained.”

“Life has been kicking me in the ass recently. I haven’t had a good rest in a while.” A rueful sigh left you as you buried your face in Grim’s fur. Deuce exchanged a knowing look with Ace, one that usually meant they were up to no good.

After wordlessly reaching an agreement, they slung their arms around your shoulders, turned you around and started leading you out of the room like bodyguards. “What’re you doing?”

“We’re going out to have fun!” Ace exclaimed, walking down the hallway.

“Wrong direction,” You stated. He silently turned back around. “And I still have tons to do. I can’t just leave.”

“So you’re saying, you worried us for weeks to a point where we broke our headmaster’s rule to check up on you, and now that we’re here, you’re not even gonna show us around your world? That sounds a bit hurtful, don’t you think, Deuce?”

“Oh, definitely,” Deuce hummed innocently. “I really wanted to learn more about this world… I guess we will just have to go back with disappointment and heartbreak.”

You rolled your eyes skyward. Most of the time they got along was to gaslight you into doing what they want.

They shot you a look of anticipation.

…Though, they did have a point. They’d come all the way here, it would be rude to just choose work over them. Plus, you knew them enough to know that it was just another way for them to show that they cared.

The truth was, you could really use a break.

“Alright, fine. Let’s go sightseeing today, but on one condition— you have to help me finish my stuff later. Now, what kind of place do you want to go?”

As they began to shout out their wishlist, you reckoned that this was going to be another busy day. But for once, you were looking forward to it.

[justanothergoldfish]

Greg Lestrade x reader

Handsome stranger

pt. 1 pt.2 pt. 3

warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking

word count: 950

A/N: this plays during the events of the episode 'Hounds of Baskerville'.

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It was a rather slow afternoon, all the guests had settled in this morning. You checked the guest book and there were no more reservations booked for today. Since most guests were currently out with Fletcher, the guide for the Hound of Baskerville Tour, it was finally calming down in the “Cross Keys” hotel and bar. There was finally time to refill the ale and the fridge for the sodas. 

This entire story about this monster had brought in a lot of customers in the last month, which is why you were helping Gary, the owner and a family friend, out. He'd asked you to work for him part time so he had more time for management and the paperwork.

Billy stuck his head out from the kitchen and gave you an exhausted look. “You alright up front? We're busy prepping dinner back here, but if you need help just call, okay?” the ginger haired boy panted, wiping his hands on a towel. You just chuckled and nodded along, it was adorable how the staff was still treating you like a raw egg. 

“I'm fine, don't worry. Not my first time being a waitress” you smiled, patting his shoulder before he looked up to the bar. “Ah, customer.” he said, quickly nudging to the door as he retreated to the kitchen. 

You turned around to see a middle aged man with ashy gray hair and a beige, loose jacket. He wore a black button shirt and anthracite pants, on his face a black pair of sunglasses. 

Yeah, definitely a foreigner. 

You tightened your apron as you walked up to the bar, supporting yourself on the edge of the surface with both hands. 

“Hi, welcome to the Cross Keys.” you smiled as he looked around, hands buried in his pockets. 

“Mmh, nice cozy place, innit?” 

Ah, so he's from London. 

“Most definitely, Sir. Away from all the city trouble, it's pure heaven.” You smiled at him and he took off his shades, letting his eyes get used to the light in the room. 

Once they had adapted, he looked directly at you. Big mistake. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of chocolate brown, practically making you melt away at first sight.

No, get it out of your head. He's way too old and probably married.

“You don't happen to have any single rooms available for tonight, do you?” He asked, putting his hands back into his pockets. 

Or maybe not married. 

You pretended to check the bookings, chewing on your lip as you tried your best to look very focused in order not to smile. Despite his age, he was definitely a sight for sore eyes. 

As soon as you had yourself back together, you nodded and looked back up at the man. 

“Actually, we do. That'll be 120£, breakfast is already included and served in the dining room from 7.30 to 9.30 in the morning.” 

The man nodded and pulled out his wallet, “Sounds good. I'll take it.” he says, his voice dropping lower than before. It distracted you to the point you almost gave him the key without having him pay, hadn't he already reached out the money to you. 

“Oh, and your ID please.” you added, taking the money and putting it into the cash register. 

“Sure, one second.” He pulled out the card and placed it on the counter, shoving it over to you. As you took it, you quickly read through his information, calculating in your head. 

So he's 49, damn, from London. 1,80m tall… Gregory Lestrade… handsome man, handsome name. 

Gregory Lestrade. 

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts and cleared your throat, writing down his personal information into the guest book and handing the card back to him. 

“The rooms are upstairs, around the corner on the left.” you said, taking some of the already polished glasses and one by one wiping them down again, just to look busy and to have an excuse to stay up front for a while longer.

“Came to see the creature?” you grinned, and Lestrade seemed to be in thought for a moment. He took the key with the room number and his ID from the counter. 

“Sort of…” he grins to himself, leaning against the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse into the guest book. 

“I'm actually looking for.. uhm, a friend.”

You raised an eyebrow, wiping down another glass. “Oh, a woman?”

Lestrade can't help but huff. He shakes his head as he wets his lips, “Tall man with dark curly hair, probably wore a dark coat, collar turned up for the dramatic effect. Occasionally acts like a drama queen though.” 

Yeah, that rang a bell. 

“With his shorter boyfriend?”

Lestrade took a seat on a barstool, snorting at your confident words. He tries his best not to grin and laugh out loud. 

“Yeah, his, er… boyfriend.” He mumbles in amusement. “So they are here, good. Listen, I'll bring my bag to my room and I'll be right back for a drink. I'll probably need it.”

You put the glass down and tucked the cloth back into the belt of your apron. 

“Great idea. I've just opened a brand new keg of Guinness if you're interested? I'll be here if you need anything else, Mr. Lestrade.” you smile sweetly, taking his appearance in once again. 

Lestrade turned his head back to you as he walked to the door with an amused grin. “Guinness sounds wonderful, and you can just call me Greg, love.” 

Watching him go, you just stood there behind the bar, staring and smiling in awe like a dork. 

Greg Lestrade.

What a handsome stranger...

[jealousjersey]

🩸ｂｌｏｏｄｌｕｓｔ🩸

warnings:, large mention of blood, afab fem reader, !lwounded mike!!! hematolagnia !!! p in v unprotected (wrap ur silly before u get silly) reader preforming oral, blood licking, pet names

a/n: i got freaky w this one, not proofread or read through this probably isn’t my best work.

like always; 18+ 🩸

word count: 950+ i yapped in this one

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mike came home at 3am with 2 cuts on his bicep and a couple of bruises on his knuckles. “oh shit. he was fighting again.” you thought to yourself. ever since the incident at the mall you’ve been afraid this would happen again. “baby, what happened??” you asked although you had a suspicion. mike heard the anxious tone in your voice and panicked, trying to sputter the words to tell you what happened. “i got into a fight.” he looked disappointed in himself. you couldn’t help but feel bad. the sweat on his forehead glistened in the dining room light. “it was just this guy. he pissed me the fuck off and i had enough.” he said with a angry tone in his voice. “do you wanna talk about it honey?” you asked, still worried sick. you knew mike never had a reason for getting aggressive, although never to you but you never had a thought he’d take his anger out on you.. ever since what happened with garrett he’s not quite learned how to control his anger. “not right now. can you do something for me?” he asked with a stern tone in his voice. “yes of course. whatever you need im here” you choked. he knew he worried you but he needed some kind of release.

“suck me off. i need it tonight.” he asked as he sighed. usually he would’ve handled it himself but since you were awake and waiting up for him, he figured to use you as a form of release. “only because you look hot with blood and bruises” you teased at him. “get over here” he demanded, trying to hide his smirk. you hopped on his lap and felt his hard cock tenting through his jeans. you tease him a bit, grinding back and forth a few times and finally unzip his pants and pull them down followed by his boxers just below his balls exposing his hard cock. you spit on the tip “hmm fuck” he groans as you start rubbing in the spit and circle the head. “quit teasing pretty girl, give it to me” he almost demanded. so you nod and wrap your mouth around his veiny length and start practically choking as he bucks his hips to push his cock deep down your small throat. the wetness combined with the salty taste of his dick had you almost seeing stars. you could feel the top of your mouth starting to bruise but as long as it made mike happy you didn’t care. mikes hard-on twitched in your mouth as he tapped on your hand, signaling he’s going to cum. you ignore it and swallow every drop. once you pull away from his now mildly soft cock, a string of spit still connects you two. “thank you pretty baby. you always know how to make me feel better.” he says, now rubbing your ass which is covered by your red lacy underwear.

you start to whimper “mhmm mike need help” softly, not knowing if he heard. “yes baby?” he replies, matching your tone. “need you in me soon” you groan while you can feel your panties soaking in your wetness. before you can say it again, mike picks you up and sits you on his dick, now hard from your request. the dried blood on his arm makes him so much hotter to you now. mike grabs your hips and brings them closer to you so you can feel his length better inside you, keeping a slow pace. “mmffph fuck baby” you mumble as his cock brushes your g spot so carefully. “bab-y i have a weird request” you ask him. “yes?” he says questioned. “could you, bleed on me?” you asked him, he knew you found blood and wounds hot but he didn’t know to what extent.

“baby girl..” he says as he stopped himself. “i know it’s a weird thing but itd help me finish faster” you say with a convincing voice and almost puppy dog eyes. mike has always said that there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to satisfy you, so he was up to this challenge. “alright im in, how do you want to do this.” you hop off him, as he covers up his still rock solid dick and he watched you run to the kitchen to get a paper towel and run it under water. you walk up to him on the couch, now starting to wipe the dried blood from his arm. the wound starts to reopen as you start practically scrubbing. as the fresh blood drips down mikes arm you feel warmer in between your legs, aching for his touch.

you get on mikes dick and start grinding back and forth and side to side to get any bit of friction you can get. mike drips his bleeding wound onto your breasts as it leaks down to your pussy. mike can’t resist the urge to lick the blood off your breasts, as you follow behind. mike looks you in the eye and leans into kiss you. a quick peck turned into a make out that you never wanted to break. as mike takes your hips and sways them against his hips he hits your soft spot perfectly and you start to climax “fuccck mike im gonna-“ he cuts you off with a finger to your mouth, warning you to be quieter to avoid waking abby up. “shh i’m here baby, slow and steady” mike whispers as he rides out your orgasm with you. as your eyes start to close, mike cleans the blood off of you and clothes you with his old tshirt and a pair of his boxers. he tucks you in as you’re clearly dickdrunk. your eyes flutter and he says with a smirk,

“i need to get into fights more often, huh pretty girl?”

[unioncolours]

Congratulations on the new number of subscribers. Surely I am one of them. So this is the prompt for your tiny giveaway.. I love ShikaTema, in the mood for AU and angsty storyline, but I choose I don't have time to bleed as the main one. Thank you for all your wonderful stories, you are one of my favourites of shikatema writer. I hope you always be in abundance of happiness, imagination, and creativity.

Oh, thank you, dear Anon 🖤 I am glad to hear you're subbed to me (and sorry for the lack of new fics...).

You said you're in the mood for an AU and angsty storyline and then I cannot not write a snip of that blasted Witcher AU that has lived rent free in my head since 2020. The snip here would most likely not be part of the main story in my head, but connected to it.

Thank you 🥰

Bleeding Fire

ShikaTema Witcher Au

Word count: 950 words.

Tags: Blood, Magic AU, inspired by the games not the show

“I’ve seen you in better shape,” Temari snorted when she closed in on Shikamaru. “I found this downstairs,” she added and waved with his silver sword. “They had taken good care of it. Were probably going to melt it and recast it as a silver chain, I’d wager.”

“You holding it doesn’t suit you,” Shikamaru replied through a tired smile. The blood from his nose had already dried along his upper lip and he was deadly annoyed at being in this position, trapped and bound by a pillar in some kind of attic just because one decoction failed and made him temporarily blind as the gang had caught up on him. During normal circumstances it would never have happened. He’s more skilled that this.

“I know,” Temari said and dropped the sword by Shikamaru’s feet. Her hands were splashed with blood – someone else’s blood, but the blade was shiningly clean. She observed her own hands. “As long as I didn’t touch the silver it worked. The hilt saved me.” She looked down at him. “Being bound in simple rope doesn’t suit you either.” Then she grinned and crouched down in front of him. “Or does it? I may like this position of yours.”

“For fucks’ sake, get me out of this, succubus,” Shikamaru muttered, but not even he could deny the slightest fun idea Temari’s suggestion gave him.

Temari reached over and her claw-like fingers worked fast on the rope, slicing it open so Shikamaru could get up.

“Why are you here anyway?” she asked after throwing the rope away. “Lost a game of Gwent? I thought you agreed never to contact me again, yet here I stumble upon you.”

“So I see you smelled me from quarters away, huh. And remember, I never gave any such promises,” Shikamaru said as he got up. His sturdy leather gloves were lying on the floor, and he dressed them on. Unlike the succubus Temari, he didn’t have claws, so this was next best protection. “I am assuming you killed them?”

“Of course,” Temari muttered. “They were part of the fanatics. Eternal Fire and all that crap. Which is why I am surprised you came here when you know they’ll prosecute you, mutant, for even existing. I told you to live a life –”

“Which is why I am surprised you’ve not run away yet,” Shikamaru shot back and placed the silver sword on his back. “When you know the Eternal Fire will kill you for existing. I saw it just yesterday at the square. I saw them burn someone at the stake, and who knows if she was a proper sorceress or not, but now nothing but crisps remain of her corpse. And people applauded.”

“This is my home,” Temari said, voice hard. She stared out of the window, down at the muddy, miserable street below them which was filled with activity. Beggers, merchants, washers, whores, children and cats. The horns sticking out of her head was visible in her reflection. “I lived here before the fanatics came, before that blasted Eternal Fire poisoned everyone’s mind. We created a home here, my family and I.”

“Listen Temari,” Shikamaru said and grabbed her shoulders. “The life you told me to live? I am a witcher. My life means risking it every minute of every day. People hire me to kill monsters and not all monsters are like you. Elementals can smash my skull into mush with one strike if I am not careful, leshens impale me with branches if I am one step behind and specters suck out my soul if I don’t oil my blade before encountering them. This is my life. But you, you have the power to change your life. Do not live here, risking your life every minute of every day – “

“So join me,” Temari said, cutting him off. Shikamaru stared at her and followed her down the wonky stairs. They walked over bodies lying in the staircase and he found his steel sword stuck into the back on one of the red-dressed dead men. Fanatics, not even soldiers by trade. He ripped the sword out and tugged a piece of cloth from the man to clean it from blood.

“No,” he continued. “Skellige is safe for your kind. I know the queen of Skellige, she’ll allow you shelter.”

“Skellige,” Temari echoed when they reached the lowest floor. “A freezing island in the middle of a freezing sea.” She pulled her hands out to exposed her mostly naked upper body, where her tattoos and markings made up a huge hourglass and different swirls. “I want to live in the warmth.”

“I know succubi who live on Skellige,” Shikamaru said and looked down at Temari’s legs which were covered in fur. “They survive just fine. Put on a jacket, maybe.”

“You don’t command me,” Temari hissed and stared out of the window of the door. “Join me, I said. Join me as we rid my beloved city of the plague.”

“And kill the fanatic king in the same breath, huh?” Shikamaru joked. Temari smiled.

“I could cry blood out of fury for all my brothers and sisters who has been prosecuted and killed since the fanatism started,” she said before turning around. “But I don’t have time to bleed. It’s time to put an end to the prosecution of magicians and non-humans. I can kill a king for it if it gives me my freedom back. Shikamaru, why did you come to Novigrad?”

Shikamaru couldn’t give her an honest reply. Temari smiled thinly.

“So help me, witcher,” she said. “You kill monster for hire. So, join me when we kill the true monster in our city. The king himself.”

[letstalktea]

Content: Grand Duke!Wyll x afab!Tav, post game, established relationship, fluff and smut

Word count: 950

The cool sheets of the bed – a bed so grand you could hardly believe that you'd been sleeping on the ground nightly not all that long ago – ran softly over your naked body. Once upon a time, you would have shivered beneath such chilly covers and cradled yourself for more warmth, but these days there was a greater source of warmth beside you.

You shifted under the covers, moving closer to the body beside you and laying your head against his bare chest. Wyll's chest rose and fell with even breaths as he slept, dreaming things you would never know but things that were entirely his own, just as you now dreamt of things of your own these days.

The scarring across his abdomen ran deep; blade marks, puncture wounds, the distinct pattern of claws. As you ran your fingers over each one, they burned around the edges. Once upon a time, after you both finally had time to sit and relax after the world finished falling apart, you had asked him for some of the stories. Each one was a hero's tale in and of itself and thinking about that made you swoon for him. He was more than The Blade of Frontiers these days, but that didn't mean it was any less a part of him than the day you had met.

You kissed his cheek gently, grateful to share a bed with a man like him.

His lips pursed and eyes creased before opening in small slits to stare at you.

You smiled, something between being cheeky and embarrassed at being caught. "Hello."

"Good morning," Wyll said before realizing that it was still pitch dark. "Or, whatever time it may be."

"Yes, whatever time it is." You kissed his cheek again before moving to his lips and wrapping your hand in his. "You know, I find it unfair how good you look even when you're asleep."

"I apologize for my good fortune."

"An apology isn't enough." With a mischievous smile on your face, you sat up in bed and rolled over to sit on top of him. "If you want forgiveness, you'll have to earn it."

"How could I deny such a request?" he asked as he wove his fingers in between yours and craned his neck so he could stare up at and admire you.

Your back arched as you leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose, a light giggle falling from your upturned lips. "My hero."

You leaned your weight against his palms to give yourself the leverage to raise your hips above his. His dick stood proudly beneath your wanting hole, waiting for you to take the initiative and welcome him in.

Slowly, you lowered your hips until the lips of your pussy were kissing the tip of his cock. Then you sunk further until you could feel the delicious stretch of his girth and how it made you bite your own lips to keep from moaning too loudly. It had been far too long since you last felt him in this way.

He squeezed your fingers between his own while his good eye continued to stare at your face. "Are you alright?"

"Mhm," you hummed. "I'm just adjusting. You're not small enough to go unnoticed, you know."

"I'll decide to take that as a compliment."

"How noble of you. You serve your position well." He was, after all, now his father's successor. You dropped your voice low enough that it sounded like a whispered breath. "If you would allow me to do the same."

You closed your eyes, trying to drown in the pleasure of him. Making love to Wyll was soft and passionate, a fever contained only to you and him and the bed.

Still bracing against him, you raised your hips and began to slowly roll along the length of his cock. Every time he bottomed out inside of you made you want to sing. His powerful gaze left you burning up inside and your legs weak. A part of you wanted to reach out and grab those horns of his just to see if leaning forward against them would give you a better angle to ride him, but the fierceness – the utter tenderness – with which he gripped your hands in his own would not allow it.

In the midst of your passions, he spoke up. "I've been wondering," he bent at the waist, sitting up and causing you to stumble backward slightly in his lap, "if it's time to make an heir."

You gripped tighter onto his hands to steady yourself and braced your feet onto bed behind him to keep your balance. You desperately tried not to think of how he shifted inside of you or how it felt like he had somehow grown even more when he mentioned an heir.

The words he spoke hung heavy in the air while you processed what he'd just said and the meaning behind it. Once you did, however, you could feel your expression soften. "You scoundrel."

"Alas," he smiled with a jovial tone in his voice, "even I have my moments. No man is without his weaknesses."

"Oh? I make you weak?"

"As well as give me strength." He pulled your hand close and laid a kiss against your knuckles. "I could ask for no better partner."

"Nor could I." With burning cheeks, you leaned forward as best as you could to rest against his shoulder. "Go slowly. This position can be… strenuous," was the world you settled on, "and I wouldn't want to have to stop before we have a chance."

He pulsed inside of you. "I shall do my best." Even if it would be difficult to restrain himself with a partner like you.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s15e11 the gamblers (teleplay: meredith glynn, story: meredith glynn, davy perez)

so had an infuriating ep, a light (in theory) funny ep, so what's up with this possible alaska excursion. recap was full of a whole mess of things including some random class of angels i forget 2 seconds after hearing it

are they truly driving to alaska

reminds me of this tiktok i saw today of a guy from the uk who lives in the us now and had his mind obliterated when he just realized how close alaska is to russia

but wait, garth says road between barrow and kotzebue, which is nowhere near each other. kotzebue is ....

ok so driving 3800 miles - on a budget, as sam reminds dean - in their like... i'll be generous and say 12mpg impala. that's 316 gallons of fuel, one way. we'll say $3/gal? $950 gas one-way? sounds like any way you slice it, that's a lot of money

lol nic, please, drop it. it's just picking alaska is so wacky because it's so so far away from the rest of the US and it's so big and so sparsely populated

DEAN What can we get for, uh, $4.60? WAITRESS Um, a slice of pie and a cup of coffee? DEAN Two forks?

SAM A-A pool hall that makes you lucky or might kill you? I mean, it sounds like a demon or a witch or… DEAN Or it could be awesome. It’s pool. The- the- the game of champions, kings. My game. Hell, our game. How many honest-to-goodness great memories do we have hustling pool? SAM Yeah, because we had to. To eat. DEAN Okay, well, my point is, that if pool is the way we get our mojo back, then maybe we ain’t as screwed as thought.

but how good are they at pool under the chuck whammy.

day 2, still boggling over driving to alaska. also this whole thing reminds me of the poker playing for years thing from whatever, 5x07 let's get into it

DEAN Man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born. SAM What? When you were four? Really? What, between nap time and snack?

seen gifs of that one, classic. even knowing it was coming, made me laugh. sam's face, perfect

DEAN Look, we barely made it out of that monster fight club, okay? We need this. And you know it. Now, look, you’re better than me at pretty much everything, okay? That’s okay. I’m not mad. I’m proud. But I can wipe the floor with you when it comes to pool.

that's very sweet. i will take it

i don't even know what's going on with this little heart-eating jack sidequest for cas

Grigori were watcher angels, some of the first placed on Earth to watch and protect humanity. They were an elite unit that turned rogue and were thought to have been wiped out. However, a handful survived and hid on Earth, feeding off of human souls.

literally only appear in 2 episodes, this one and 10x20 - one thing i really got tired of (which i also understand because the show went on for so long with so many episodes) is just piling on random lore and creatures and weapons and devices and secret societies, etc.

having the pool playing sucking away luck from nice rando humans as opposed to the witch or whatever is kind of an interesting twist. a moral quandary!

the roman goddess of luck, ok. these are the episodes i watch and almost immediately forget :p

FORTUNA When I play someone, I get a read on them. And you… you’re just a beach read. Sexy, mm, but skimmable. DEAN Beach read? Lady, I’m Tolstoy.

cringe

JACK Fair? The last one I killed was pretending to be a doctor. Feeding on the souls of humans he was supposed to heal. You do it, too. Only you like children. KABAIEL Who told you that? JACK Death.

so billie yanked him out of the empty to go kill some bad guys? okayyy??? and eating the hearts because...??? laughed out loud when cas popped up to have a sword fight?? with the angel blade

i was on board with jack and my 3 dads and i feel like this should be heartwarming but i'm just 😐

dunno why this remote alaskan bar has jazz music as a theme but whatever. cheaper than licensed music :p (christopher lennertz and philip white on music this ep)

FORTUNA When you apes first climbed down from the trees, you didn’t pray to him. You prayed to the… the sun, the womb, the rain, and the stars. Well, at first, the creator was furious. How dare you not recognize his beneficence? But soon enough, he birthed us… Ra, Anu, Hera, Mixcoatl, all the rest. DEAN Why? FORTUNA Why? [scoffs] Why? To take the blame. Bad harvest? Stillborn child? Our bad. Not his. Plus, we made for epic stories. But his ego could only handle that for so long. Now he’s happy to behind whatever religion has the best syndication deal. While we survive on scraps in the wilderness.

feels like they're trying to finally wedge in an explanation to how the christian god is The god, by way of like oh no, he's just some generic creator and he's actually responsible for everything in all religions which just makes my head hurt if i think about it too long

FORTUNA You little minx. You got me talking. You’re good. SAM I learned from my brother.

there is a lot of cheesy dialogue this episode, i dunno what's going on

the people matter to me. to us. i cannot take this seriously :p

EVIE Because of you. She said she thought your kind had gone extinct. SAM Our kind? EVIE Heroes.

loll. whyyy. am i just being an ass again? so cheesy!

EVIE And, uh, she gave me a message. She said, “Don’t play his game. Make him play yours.”

okily dokily. whatever that means

awkwarrrd

sweet and weird, respectively

JACK Because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather… he’ll know I’m back, and he’ll try and kill me… again. He’s afraid of me. And that’s why we had to wait. CAS Billie kept him hidden in the Empty until Chuck went off world. JACK She let me out when it was safe. DEAN Safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts? JACK Safe to do what I have to. The hearts, they were just the beginning. They made me strong, but I-I’m not strong enough. I… If I do exactly what she says, if I follow her plan, then I���ll get stronger and… I’ll be able to kill God.

LOL ok, sure. to say this season has lost me would be an understatement. i know when i'm like this i'm gonna pick at every little thing, where i let things slide a bit more when i'm fully engaged. i regularly complain about the main plots but usually i'm still here for the character beats, but i'm having a hard time staying connected with even that at the moment

[pipermca]

Writing Update - February 2023

I was hoping to get some writing done tonight but the brain didn't want to cooperate, so I guess I'll wrap up my February. XD

Frank talk: my output was absolutely horrendous this month. Last month was about 6200 words; in February I only wrote 3,723 words.

My muse started to wander all around again, which is probably why I didn't write much. The rotation seems to be: 1) Pick away at a chapter on a fic until it's finished! 2) Bask in the glory while I play video games for a week instead of write. 3) Start picking away at a chapter on a different fic. 😐

Anyway, I also did some serious thinking about the TF Big Bang. While I do really enjoy participating in them, I think I'm going to have to bow out this year. There's a couple of reasons for this. First, I don't have many story ideas that I think would fit comfortably in 15k. I have lots that will probably come in around 8-9k words, and a few that I'm sure will probably land around 20k or more. The ONE story that might be suitable is sort of half written right now, but it's also got a load of smut that's going to happen in the middle and I always write smut with glacial slowness. Don't know why. XD

Secondly (and probably more importantly), this summer is going to be absolute hell for me at work, and I am reasonably sure it's going to affect my "fun" writing. I am a writer at work, and while the type of writing I do for work is very different than my fan fiction, it does use the same parts of my brain. And I've noticed that after a really hectic day at work, the writing part of my brain is just worn out and needs to rest. (This is also why I'm reluctant to tackle the 20k+ story idea.)

I might see if I can volunteer my time to be a beta reader, since editing/reviewing is different enough from my work writing that I think I could swing it.

In the meantime, I have been spending a lot of time this month worrying over whether I should attempt the BB even with my work schedule. I'm hoping that having come to a decision will give my muse time to breathe (since it's been frantically trying to figure out how to manhandle some of my ideas into something suitable), and let me get back to working on the stories I already have in progress.

That said, here's how the rest of the month went for me.

Posted

Pet Names. 950 words. A reposted story; it was backdated to its original posting date so it didn't appear on the "front page."

WIPs

These are the stories I actually put words down for this month.

Sun and Moon (working title). 43,000 words. I am really hoping I can get the confidence soon to start posting this soon. I need to stop going back and rewriting the first few chapters over and over. >.<

The King and the Bounty Hunter. 10,100 words. This was my muse's obsession this month. I got through the chapter in progress and then dropped it like a hot potato.

Again and Again and Again. 1300 words. I briefly flirted with the idea of making this my BB fic but I don't think I can stretch it to 15k. Also it's a thing I'm not writing. Really.

[omsdoortodoor]

OMS Door to Door Challenge departure date minus 17 weeks

Quote of the week.

“Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Teach him to fish and feed him for a lifetime. Teach a man to cycle and he will realise fishing is boring and stupid”  Desmond Tutu.

Ian's week

Contrasts.

This last week saw contrast in where I cycled. On the previous Sunday my friend Andrew dropped me off at Black Cat near Bampton so I could cycle home, a fairly short route of 10.5 miles but with a couple of decent climbs.  On the Thursday Jane & I along with the dogs headed off to the Gower Peninsular in Wales for our annual camping weekend with friends. This was after carrying out emergency repairs to Pete & Carol’s trailer tent so that they could join us.

Friday saw me go on a 15 mile ride, passed the Britannia Inn at Llanmadoc to Llanrhidian.

I then turned right towards Reynoldston, along the road through the centre of Gower with its challenging climb to the point where you can see both coasts.

The views are fantastic and remind me a bit of Exmoor, especially with the additional hazard of cattle & sheep wandering across the road without looking. Someone needs to teach them the Green Cross Code!. I then passed the King Arthur hotel before joining the Port Eynon road for a short while before heading back to the campsite through Burry Green.

Later that day we all set off to the beach at Llangenneth. I cycled both ways. A short cycle, but with a climb in each direction.

On the Saturday I rode a similar route but extended it to over 20 miles by going out to Three Crosses and joining the B4271 back across Gower to Reynolston.

Cycling on the Gower was fantastic, I loved it, it was challenging, great training & as Desmond Tutu states, better than fishing.

Jane’s week

So very pleased to be able to bring you the promised interview.  I just needed a quiet few minutes to think through how I was going to up load it.  Thank you once again to our interviewer Claire.  Enjoy.

Purchase of the week for Celeste was ‘Ear Defenders’ for Celeste (wingmirror protectors).

I now feel less likely to face a rather expensive repair if someone catches our wingmirror. Having no rear view mirror (although there is a reversing camera) I also don’t want to loose some of the drivers view.  So with the new equipment we had a great drive down to Gower.  Our new super duper Sat Nav/Dash Cam beeps all the time: video saves, collision warning (when someone pulls in front too close not because I’m dangerous), 70mph, speed camera ahead, sharp bend ahead (on a motorway!).  Good news is I reckon I have cracked driving Celeste, I just need to get used to the length when pulling back in after overtaking.  Ian will be pleased when he can stop having to shout ‘CLEAR’ so I know when I can complete the manoeuvre.

But the big challenge for me was to set up Celeste once we arrived at the Campsite all on my own.  So Ian had the luxury of just standing and watching which I pulled things out of the ‘garage’, cranked up the awning and then hit the windbreak poles into the ground.  We have three windbreaks, which are needed to give our dogs a safe space.  I managed one of three before I had really had enough.  I was really pleased with my effort.  I just need to build up my strength and I am already on a strength improvement programme (thank you Sarah Grey - Pilates South West and Martyn Phillips – Phoenix Endeavour).

We took the dogs to the beach, and it would have been the perfect opportunity to use those dog drying bags we bought. But we left them at home, so here is a photo of the dogs anyway enjoying one of their walks.

And finally, I can't complete this blog without a photo of the Northern Lights. What an experience. My number one bucket list is now ticked.

So we feel that our preparations for the 950 miles cycle challenge are going well. I what we are doing has inspired you, we would be so very grateful for any donations towards Overcoming MS. Our justgiving page link and training route are here.

Thank you Jane & Ian

[missmeinyourbones]

OMG for ur 1k event, a sick fic with yuuta caring for reader??? "feeling their temperature" PLEASE I love your writing :D

45. feeling their temperature (Y. OKKOTSU) (wc: 950+)

(sick!reader, yuuta uses “good girl” once) - part of L’s 1K event!

When you’d cancelled your date with him because you weren't feeling well, Yuuta automatically assumed the worst. It’s the over-thinker in him—the slightest thing could fall out of place and suddenly his brain is convincing him that everything is wrong and everyone is going to die. 

However, when he shows up unannounced at your place to find you slumped in your bed, eyes drooping and coughs rattling your weak body, he knows you’re not going to die. You’re just sick. 

Before you can properly sit up and ask him what the hell he’s doing here, he’s already hovering over you. He presses the back of his cold slender hand to your forehead a few times, before turning it around and repeating the action with his palm facing you. He then moves closer to do the same with his lips, gently pressing them against your forehead a few times in a few different spots, as if he were a doctor searching for a heartbeat with a stethoscope. 

“Shit—you’re burning up,” he mumbles against your skin, before pulling away and tripping over the metal trashcan you’d placed by the couch incase you’d suddenly got sick. He tumbles over it with a loud clank and just barely lands on his feet as he stumbles back towards you, the sudden loud noise going straight to the pressure behind your eyes.

“You’re being loud,” you whimper, closing your eyes once more after the commotion had pulled you out of your cloudy daze. 

“M’sorry, pretty,” he coos as he gently grabs your shoulders, aiding you to lay down on the bed rather that sit up in it. 

“Lay down for me, okay? Gonna go raid your medicine cabinet for a second.”

And then he’s gone—and your fuzzy and hazy brain doesn't know if it’s for seconds, minutes, or hours. When he returns holding a disposable medicine cup and a glass of water, wearing the same sweatshirt he’d arrived in, you assume it wasn’t too long; you were just being dramatic. 

He lowers himself down on your bed as he slowly sits you up once again, his only current goal being to get this medicine in your body and get you to sleep.

“Can you swallow this for me?” he asks gently. He brings the (alarmingly) blue liquid to your lips when you moan and turn your head like a child refusing vegetables. Yuuta sighs a little bit, already knowing what you’ll say before it leaves your mouth. 

“It’s gonna taste gross, though” you childishly whine. Yuuta allows it because he knows you're exhausted and don’t feel well—he’s willing to put up with your annoying antics because he just wants you to feel better. All he ever wants is for you to feel good, in every meaning of the word.

“Maybe a little, but you’re brave,” he rebuttals your claim, knowing the praise will more than likely persuade you to swallow the medicine, “You can do it for me.”

For him. Well, now you had no choice. 

He brings the medicine cup to your lips once more as you frown but open your mouth, letting him tip your head back as you feel the cooling liquid slide down your throat and drop into your stomach. It feels cold and tastes as if it’s trying to imitate some sort of berry flavor, but in reality, it more so resembles a bitter alcohol. You grimace at its remnants on your tongue as Yuuta hands you the glass of water, again holding it as you take a few sips to wash out your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he softy speaks, before taking both cups away from you and placing them on the side table next to your bed. 

You muster up the strength to turn your head to the side to see where he’s fidgeting, and you’re not surprised to find that he’d grabbed plenty of supplies for your ill state. More medication, a damp washcloth, a half-eaten box of saltine crackers, and a roll of toilet paper (which you assume was meant to serve as tissues, but you didn’t have any in your bathroom and he panicked). 

You’re about to whimper your thank you’s as Yuuta begins to climb into bed with you, making you whine and attempt to shoo him away from your icky state. 

“No, Yuuta,” you groan, rolling on your side and trying to pry his hands away from wrapping around your waist. But you're unsuccessful, as you usually are in these scenarios, because while Yuuta is incredibly stubborn, he also has you wrapped around his finger. He doesn't verbally answer your complaints, instead settling for a few kisses on your temple and a hushed shhh as he makes himself comfortable wrapped around you. 

You feel a little guilty that he’s here and helping you right now, but not guilty enough to actually kick him out. His warmth feels nice on your shivering body and the pressure from him pushed against you feels like your own personal weighted blanket. 

“S’why I didn’t tell you how bad it was, knew you’d come here and try to help me.”

“Well, yeah. Obviously I’m gonna try and help you,” he softly returns, hands rubbing circles on the sides of your stomach, slowly lulling you to sleep. 

“M’gonna get you sick, stop,” you fight your drowsiness, though make no attempt to move from his tender touches. Yuuta knows you’ll be sound asleep in a few minutes thanks to the NyQuil and his cuddles, so he temporarily entertains your weak attempts at persuading him to leave. 

“And you can take care of me when you’re feeling better,” he states matter-of-factly, noticing a difference in your breathing—now heavier and less labored. 

“Then we’ll be even,” he finishes with a whisper, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and letting his own eyes rest for a bit. 

NOTE: me 🤝 always having yuuta call reader ‘pretty’ LMFAO something about it fits so nicely w him. also something about a sick fic gets me EVERY SINGLE TIME...i wanna be doted on too, yuuta 😭 thank u for the request babie

[fiction-giga]

Cuteness Aggression

30 Day Blurb Challenge - list link here

Day 9 - Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Playful yelling (like always), mentions of suffocation

Word Count - 950

It had happened before, and you were sure it was bound to happen a thousand more times.

At first you never really thought of Eddie as a touchy feely person, and you honestly believe that he didn't either. That was until the two of you got together. It was like he got a taste of affection and was hooked on it like a drug. His hugs were never ending, kisses constant, hands somewhere on your body at all times.

The first time it happened, you were washing the dishes. You swayed your hips slightly to the soft beat that echoed around the house from the stereo. You didn't really have anything to complain about, your mood was a constant happy throughout the day. You were so enthralled in running the now clean dishes under the stream of hot water you didn't even hear Eddie sneak up behind you. Before you could stop him, his arms were wrapping around you. He tucked his chin into your neck, arms flexed around you so impossibly tight, like a python wraps around its prey.

"Ed's....can't....breathe!"

"Sorry," He chuckles before his arms loosen. You both stay there, swaying gently to the light jazz music now playing.

The second time it happened was a few days later at Hellfire. You had been waiting out in the parking lot for Eddie and the hellions.

The fall air was cool around you, but the sun warmed your skin right back up. It was a nice, balanced evening. That was until you were rudely interrupted by Dustin busting open the double doors of the school's exit. The rest of the kids trailed behind him, Eddie exiting last, huge smile present on his face.

"I can't believe we beat him! We beat Vecna! Overlord of the dark dimension!"

"With eight hit points left!" Andy added.

You smiled at the group of ecstatic boys. Your eye caught Eddie's and his smile somehow grew bigger.

You quickly made your way over, the boys greeting you. "You're not gonna believe what happened!" Dustin turned to you with a big grin.

"Let me guess? You beat Vecna." You tucked yourself into Eddie's side. His palm laid flat on the curve of your lower back, the action sent chills down your spine.

"How did you know?" Dustin's face dropped quickly.

"You talk extremely loud." You snort.

The boys muttered their quick goodbyes and scattered to their bikes and cars.

"C'mere," Before you even had time to lift your arms to reciprocate the hug, his thick arms wrapped you up in a big bear hug. He squeezed a bit too tight, which let out an involuntary wheeze.

He loosened around you as soon as he heard the small sound escape your lips. He let out a breathy laugh as you chuckled into his leather clad shoulder.

"I've gotta stop doing that. Might accidentally hurt 'cha."

The most recent time it happened was just a few hours ago.

Eddie had gone to a library sale in town in hopes that he could maybe find some old Lord of The Rings books to add to his growing collection. Why he needed more than six copies of The Two Towers you will never know.

While he was there he found some interesting books about the human psyche just laying on a long abandoned table with a sign taped to the edge that read, "Free!" Let's just say he grabbed as many as he could fit into his arms

So as you cooked dinner, Eddie sat at the counter next to a tall stack of books, flipping through pages of one of his psyche texts.

"Huh," His brows furrowed cutely as you turned to look at him.

You stopped chopping the pepper, head eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "What's up?"

"I think I may have just found out why I squeeze you so hard when I hug you. Apparently it's a real thing, and it's called Cuteness Aggression."

You chuckle as you round the counter to stand behind him. You placed a hand on his shoulder as he sat back on the barstool.

You found the section he was reading and sure enough, it was a real thing.

"Cute aggression, or playful aggression, is superficially aggressive behavior caused by seeing something cute, such as a human baby or young animal. People experiencing cute aggression may grit their teeth, clench their fists, or feel the urge to bite, pinch, and squeeze something they consider cute."

"You don't grit your teeth when you hug me, do you?" You turned back to see a guilty expression spread across his face.

"Uhhh....maybe."

You laughed at his confession. "Well, I'm not sure it's exactly what you feel, but it could be like a by-product of some sort."

He leaned forward in the stool, his face now just inches from yours. "What do you mean, 'by-product'?"

"Well it says here that it is caused by cute things like a baby or young animal. And since I am neith-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses." He turns back towards the book and points at the sentence you are referring to. "It says it is caused by cute things, not just animals and babies."

"But-"

"No buts, sweetheart" His face lifts, noses almost brushing each others, his cheshire grin on full display. "You heard the book. It's caused by cute things, and you my dear, are very cute." He says in a high pitched voice as he pinches your cheeks like an old grandmother would.

"Knock it off you sap!" You giggled. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in for the tightest hug you had ever been trapped caught in. "Ed's-" You dramatically choked out.

"Shut up and let me prove my point to you!" He mumbled into your hair.

"You're gonna suffocate me!" You fought back as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

"Good!"