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dreamwatch · 7 months

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STWG daily drabble - 28/09/23

Prompt: horse

Warnings: mentions of chronic pain

This is the longest thing I have ever shared, and the weirdest thing I have ever written. I have literally zero idea where this came from. It's not beta'd, apologies for typos etc. This is just shy of 2.5k words, so yeah... not so Drabble actually.

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“So, what’s on your mind today, Eddie?”

He sees Doctor Pearcey every Wednesday at 2pm. Has done now for two months. And it’s the first thing she says to him every time he sits down. What’s on your mind today, Eddie? He’s responded in various ways. With anger. With humour. With distrust. On one particularly memorable day, with silence, which Doctor Pearcey matched in spades. The two of them sat there for an hour and didn’t say a single word. Eddie wanted to peel his skin off about ten minutes into it.

He’s in more pain than usual today, has a lower tolerance for her psychobabble mumbo jumbo, so he’s already looking to derail the session before he gets in the room.

“Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?” Eddie asks her.

“No, I haven’t. Have you?”

“Hmm, couple of times.”

There’s silence for a minute or so. It’s like they’re playing therapy chicken, who gives in and speaks first? It’s usually him.

“I like them. Like how fast they are, you know? How free you feel on them.” He digs his thumb into the leather of the armchair, leaving little crescent nail marks.

“And what’s got you thinking about that today?”

The beautiful purple Kawasaki he passed on his way here today would be the easy answer. But when did he ever do anything easy?

“Wayne hates them. I’ve been wanting one for years, but he begged me not to. Asked me to wait till I was twenty one. I think he thought I would just grow out of it.”

“And have you?”

“Fuck no. I want one more than ever.”

She waits.

“I’m twenty one next week, and I won’t be getting a motorcycle because my leg is fucked, and I can’t twist or move properly.” He doesn’t bother hiding the bitterness. “It doesn’t matter, I mean, it’s whatever at this point, just another thing I can’t do, add it to the fucking pile, right?”

He changes the subject and she follows along behind waiting for breadcrumbs. Eventually their time comes to an end and he’s desperate to get out.

“Do you trust me, Eddie?”

He lets out an incredulous laugh. “You work for the spook agency that started this fucking nightmare. So, no, not really.”

She smiles back. “That’s fair.” She walks to her desk and scribbles a note before handing it to him. Eddie takes it from her like it’s poisonous.

“Meet me at that address on Sunday. Two PM. I’ll be waiting.”

And that is definitely not how the sessions usually end.

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Wayne is working so Steve offers to take him. And Eddie isn’t going to say no to spending some time with him, especially when he’s walking into the unknown. Although the unknown appears to be…

“A horse sanctuary? Why the fuck does she want to meet you at a horse sanctuary?”

“Maybe she’s going to shoot me and put me out of my misery.”

Steve slaps him against the chest with the back of his hand. “Dude.”

“Sorry.”

He sees her standing at a fence watching a couple of horses wander around the paddock. The ground is a little rough below his feet and his leg has been a complete nightmare all week, so Steve walks with him, hand gently resting at Eddie’s elbow as he traverses the uneven ground with his cane. It makes him grateful and fucking furious all at the same time. Such is his life these days.

“You came. I’m glad,” she says, smiling brightly.

“Well, my curiosity door was opened,” replies Eddie and Steve stifles a laugh beside him.

Steve heads back to the car, squeezes Eddie’s elbow gently, before saying goodbye to the Doc. She watches the exchange intently, and Eddie feels entirely scrutinised. He hasn’t spoken about Steve in the sessions, has no intention of doing so and the last person he would want to know about it is someone that works for the fucking feds.

“So, why am I here, exactly?”

“I thought you might like to get out of that stuffy office for a change. You never seem very comfortable.”

Eddie laughs. “Uh huh, and what is it that gave you the impression I’d be comfortable in a field full of horses?”

She shrugs. “Humour me.”

See, it was shit like that that drove Eddie crazy. Humour me. It’s Sunday. Right now he could be lying on his bed playing guitar, reading, hanging out with Steve. He could be jerking off. All of which was preferable to standing in a field full of horseshit.

“Okay, well I’m not in a humorous mood, so I’m going to leave you to your equine endeavours.” He turns to leave.

“There’s someone I want you to meet. Before you go. Will only take a minute.” The Doc waves at a stable hand and a few minutes later Eddie is face to face with a beautiful white horse.

“I swear to god, if you tell me his name is Shadowfax…”

She laughs. “No, this is Tony. Tony, meet Eddie.” Tony whinnies, nodding his head up and down, his mane blowing gently in the wind. Eddie smiles. God damn her.

Eddie reaches over the fence to stroke Tony. This gorgeous, graceful animal, and it’s called fucking Tony.

“He’s beautiful. How come he’s here?”

“He was a race horse, I believe. But he was slow, didn’t make his owners any money. So now he gets to live here and lead a good life.”

“Doesn’t he miss racing? Like, aren’t they bred for that? What does he do all day if he can’t race anymore?”

“It wasn’t meant to be. But he’s patient, and kind and now he helps people learn to ride. And he’s very, very good at that.” She turns to face him, one arm hooked over the fence. “You said you were disappointed at not being able to ride a motorcycle? Correct?”

Where the fuck was this going?

“Yeah… ?”

“Why ride a steel horse when you can ride the real thing?”

Eddie splutters. “You have to be kidding me?” She just keeps smiling. He stares at her, open mouthed and wide eyed. “You’re fucking serious?”

“I’m fucking serious,” she says, with a glint of mischief. “You wanted the freedom and the excitement of riding. Well, I’m offering it to you. Or, Tony’s offering it to you, really.”

He looks between her and Tony. “Did you miss the part about my leg being fucked? How the hell am I even supposed to get up there? And what if I fall? No, absolutely not.”

The Doc gives him a long hard stare. “Do you trust me?” she ask him.

“No.”

“The sanctuary has a programme for disabled riders. Tony is the best of the best. You’d be perfectly safe. Come on, Eddie. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“This was… very nice, I guess, of you to think about this, but no. Sorry. It’s not the same as a bike, like at all. I have control of the bike, my bike can’t just run off and start jumping over fences and shit.”

“No, but your bike’s not smart. Tony is smart. He’s kind. He feels his rider, he knows what they need, knows when they’re scared. He fills in the gaps, takes the lead when a rider needs it, hands them back control when they don’t. He can guide you. Look after you. Your bike can’t do that.”

He feels his resolve wane. He sighs. Animals, they get him every time.

“People get hurt riding horses.”

“Sure, but they don’t call motorbikes donorcycles for nothing, Eddie.” Touché.

He shakes his head, this is such a stupid idea, but eventually that little pixie voice in his head just says fuck it, and within fifteen minutes he’s wearing a very unflattering helmet, climbing a mounting block and being helped into the saddle on Tony’s back.

He feels like he’s going to slip off the other side, and every time Tony moves his head forward toward the ground Eddie panics because it feels like he’ll just lean forward and drop like a rock to the ground. It's incredibly disorienting.

Eddie grips the reins so hard he sees his knuckles go white until the instructor shows him how to hold them properly. They show him how to guide Tony but ultimately Tony is doing all the work here, Eddie is just along for the ride.

He’s led around the paddock, and yeah, he feels stupid at first, self conscious sitting up in the air for everyone to see. But eventually he gets into the swing of it, and it’s… nice. Nerve wracking, but nice.

They’re going at walking speed, he can feel the rhythmic sway of Tony’s body, and it’s comforting. Why is it comforting? It’s not exactly the Kentucky Derby, but he can’t stop himself from grinning.

Eddie knows fuck all about horses, less than fuck all actually, but if he didn’t know better he’d say that Tony was enjoying himself. And as much as he hates that she’s right, he feels at peace. Feels like he trusts this animal, who he literally just met, but who seems to be having a ball wandering around with this asshole on his back.

“Wanna pick it up a bit?” asks the instructor and Eddie’s about to say ‘fuck no’ when Tony comes to a stop. Like he knows Eddie’s not sure. Eddie strokes along Tony’s thick, white mane, and pats his shoulder.

“Eurgh, yeah, shit, okay,” he says before leaning forward and whispering in Tony’s ear, “look after me, okay? Cause I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing up here.” Tony answers with a swooping nod of the head and then they’re off.

They’re barely going any faster as Tony trots around the paddock, but Eddie can definitely feel the difference. The soft, comforting sway has been replaced by a harder jolt. He’s going to pay for it tomorrow, can already feel it in his hips and back, and he hasn’t got the strength in his leg to properly push up from the stirrups, but it doesn’t matter.

The last time he was on a motorcycle he was seventeen, and it belonged to a friend of Reefer Rick’s. He was riding pillion and they were going way over the speed limit, and he’d never felt more alive, more free. He was young enough and dumb enough to think he’d never get hurt. He was invincible at seventeen. He wasn’t even a little bit scared of falling off. The folly of youth.

In three short years the folly of youth has been replaced with constant dread and a little bit of paranoia.

This isn’t the same as that careless charge up the highway, not by a long shot, but it’s exciting in it’s own way, like going on a roller coaster instead of walking through an alternate universe.

He feels at peace. A moment in time when he’s not having to think about doctors appointments, worrying about Wayne, worrying about his future. His life has got so small since March. The kids are at school and he’s not, but he can’t work so he spends endless unfilled hours at home, waiting for other people to have space for him.

The constant churn in his mind slows, his thoughts empty, his worries silence.

They go back to a steady walk, Tony’s body lilting from side to side, a gentle rock. Eddie already loves him. He’s a fucking sap. Horses? Rich people pets? No way man, not for him. But this guy, this is Eddie’s guy now.

As they turn in the paddock he sees Steve leaning over the fence, grinning.

“Nice hat!” Asshole.

Eddie flips him off but Steve just laughs, sunglasses pushed back up on his head. Steve can read him like a book, and Eddie knows he can see it. The complicated emotions today is bringing out in him. The joy and the excitement and the little bit of sadness. Steve raises his eyebrows, that little silent okay? Eddie smiles shyly and nods in response. They’ll talk properly later, when Eddie is trying to unpack everything.

It’s over too soon. Eddie’s helped down and fuck, yeah he’s in a little pain now, but Jesus it was so worth it. He pats Tony, strokes his neck, tells him what a beautiful boy he is, and Tony leans over nudges his nose against the side of Eddie’s face. There is a conversation happening between them, just this little quiet acknowledgement of something. Eddie doesn’t want to leave him. He feels… changed, weirdly. Like it was spiritual. Like something inside him got cracked open just a little.

“So?”

Doctor Pearcey stands behind him, looking pretty pleased with herself.

He tilts his head to the side, makes a big show of it. “Yeah, it was okay.” Eddie knows she sees through his bullshit. They’ll be talking about this next week. No need to go through it all now.

They head back to the car, Steve at his elbow again, and Doctor Pearcey hands him a card with the sanctuary number on. “Just in case you’d like to come back.”

He does. Wayne is going to enjoy giving him shit, and he doesn’t even want to think of the number of jockey jokes in his future, but he really does want to do this again.

The car ride is quiet on the way home, just the sound of some top forty shit in the background, but Eddie’s mind is elsewhere. He feels still, his head is clear and quiet. Ridiculously relaxed.

“How’s your ass?” asks Steve.

Eddie grins. “Haven’t had any complaints.”

“Jesus Christ.” But he’s laughing. They’re both laughing.

“So, you want to do it again? We can make it regular, I’ll just make sure Keith doesn’t schedule me for Sundays.”

Eddie stares at the side of Steve’s face. This guy. This fucking guy.

“You’d do that?”

“Of course I would.” Steve looks studiously out at the road, hands firmly at ten and two. “I’d do anything for you.”

Eddie feels like he’s skipped a breath, but tentatively reaches his hand across the console and pokes at Steve’s thigh. Steve takes a hand off the wheel, reaches blindly to find Eddie’s, gives it a little squeeze before letting go. They don’t look at each other.

He leans back in his seat, imagines Tony, galloping, mane trailing behind him in the wind. Just beautiful.

Why the fuck did they call him Tony?

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #cw chronic pain #stranger things #not really that angsty #little bit fluffy in places #who am I?#my writing #dreamy writes

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sonicposting · 2 months

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog & Sonic the Hedgehog Additional Tags: Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death, Emotional Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, Death Wish, Sonic the Hedgehog Needs a Hug, Post-Game: Sonic Adventure 2, Amnesiac Shadow the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog is Bad at Feelings, Grief/Mourning Summary:

Sonic failed to save Shadow. Correction: Shadow had waved Sonic away from saving him. Now, they both deal with the aftermath of it, without knowing anything about the other's whereabouts.

#dreamy writes #sonadow #(can also be platonic btw #super sonic #super shadow #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic adventure 2 #fanfic

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lewdream · 3 months

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The Devil in Miss Violet

a 3k possession erotica, mirrored on ao3 <3

nothing like a little black magic on a sapphic date night.

"It's happening. It's actually happening."

Miri ran her finger down the book's spine, and couldn't stop herself from smiling. As her mind raced with thoughts, she traced the tiny swirls and curling flairs that decorated the jacket. Since she got on her bus, she had been careful to always hold the book's front towards her. She felt, in truth, still a little cautious about carrying a book titled "The Tome of the Wandering Soul" on a crowded bus. In spite of her apprehension, Miri's mind was far more focused on the excitement building in her chest. She usually hated taking public transport, wary of how people looked at her, and how careful she had to be - everything down to the way she sat. This had to be the only time she had ever been this happy on a bus. Just two minutes now, and she'd be home.

Once she'd reached her stop, she raced to their house, the book tucked under her arm. Paused at their front door, Miri took in a deep breath. Violet had said she'd love to do it, but Miri worried if her now having the book might suddenly be too much for Violet, if it all felt too real. Would she really be okay with the idea of Miri going inside her? She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to settle the matter in her mind. Then, through the door's panes she spotted a flurry of movement. The door swung open, and she felt herself being pulled into a big, warm hug. Violet's head rested on Miri's shoulder, her soft dark hair falling over Miri's back.

"You would not believe how bored I've been. I beat the arcade mode on extreme almost twice this morning."

Miri squeezed her girlfriend in return, and let herself relax into the hug. "I can imagine, Lette. You've got me for the rest of the day now though. And uhm... I might have a little surprise?"

Violet pulled out of the hug, her eyes suddenly lit up. "It's not... the book? The one you were talking about?"

Miri nodded shyly, and untucked it from under her arm. She watched Violet's midnight blue eyes grow even wider, as she scanned the cover.

"I don't think I've ever seen a book that looks this obviously magic before."

Miri stifled a laugh. "Cool cover, huh?"

"Definitely." Violet took it from Miri, and looked up at her girlfriend, her nervous excitement obvious in her face. "Do you wanna... you know, come in?"

☆ ☆ ☆

Inside their little appartment, they were camped on the soft pink rug, the book laid open between them. Miri was flicking through the pages, while Violet played with her own hair, coiling her curls around her finger. Miri couldn't help but look over at violet, take in how quietly beautiful she was in that moment. Violet was petite, with a delicate, fairy-like frame, while her composure was anything but soft. She carried herself with the kind of confidence Miri envied. She had, on many occasions, directly stood in between Miri and aggressive strabgers, shielding her girlfriend without flinching until the other person backed away. Miri warmed inside thinking of it, at the times when Violet had used her own privilege to guard her. Violet's thighs peeked out from under her skirt, the dark fabric hugging her hips. Violet wore a white collared shirt, unbuttoned at the top to reveal a glimpse of the soft curves of her chest, her collarbones catching the golden afternoon light. Miri wore bras anytime she could, sometimes when boymoding, but Violet avoided wearing them at all costs, because of her chest's sensitivity. Miri daydreamed for a moment, pictures of her filling out her bras with Violet's perfectly ample breasts, playing with herself, drawing a soft moan out in Violet's voice... Christ. Miri felt her cheeks flush, and squeezed her legs together in a bid to ease the growing tension she felt. It was time to begin.

She closed the book with a snap, and Violet looked up. Miri quickly pulled off her black hoodie, the room feeling much too warm for her. The look in Violet's eyes had a glint of mischief, and Miri tried to focus on her words, to quell the heat in her face.

"So... It requires physical contact for the transfer to work."

"So we could do it while making out?" Violet's grin was unmistakeably devious.

Immediately, the flush rushed into her face again. "UM... Yes, well. We could. It'd make concentration difficult for me, but that might actually help... Something like that might make the other person more, uh, responsive, the book said. If the physical sensation is stronger..."

Violet gave her a lazy cat smile. "Let's keep it simple for now. Would holding hands work?"

Miri nodded quickly, trying to think cool thoughts. "It reccomends that for the first attempt made, the point of contact should be small. It helps focus. So umm... Touching fingertips would be perfect, I think."

Violet rose to a kneel on the rug and leaned towards her girlfriend. She held out her hand, fingers outstretched. In Violet's chest, her heart was beating with a fast, nervous edge. However, her curiosity, that voice of temptation inside her, ignored those nerves.

"I'm ready."

Miri took a deep breath. "Good." She raised her right hand, and let her fingers gently rest against Violet's, her pads soft against her skin. She felt a slight tremor, and looked up to her girlfriend in concern. Violet shook her head and grinned. "Don't worry, Mir. Just some jitters."

Miri nodded, and tried to regain her focus. She began the incantation, her words quiet and unsure at first but gradually growing more certain. As she spoke, she felt... Strangely light. She had felt a deep trembling inside her at first, her heart precarious but now she felt herself... unraveling. It felt like becoming lighter, like threads slowly unreeling from a spool. She could no longer feel the rug beneath her, or her clothes lying on her skin. She was aware of her body, but it was so distant. When her body inhaled, she only felt an echo of it. It was as if she was watching the perspective of someone else looking through her eyes. She had to get ready for her next step... Miri braced herself, and moved out. She could still clearly see Violet, her eyes closed tight and her face concentrated, but she had become unmoored from her own body entirely. She could see her fingers interlocked with Violet's, and noted the limp slacking of her own body. She willed herself forward and drifted towards Violet. She drew closer to her face, feeling a gentle magnetic pull when...

Haahh...

It was like lowering herself into a warm bath. Like a drop into something melty and welcoming. God, this girl...

Violet's eyes snapped open. She shuddered, as a warm wave slipped through her. After Miri had started the chant, she had felt time slipping away, the uncanny sense of moments melting. And something stranger, inside her... It was like a phantom limb sensation but going far deeper. She'd describe it more like a phantom hole. It had felt like her very body had opened up, and just as suddenly, it had been entered. She had been entered. Her mind went to the idea of a placebo. Was it possible she had this sensation because she wanted it to happen?

She flicked her eyes over to Miri, her head now bowed and her body limp. Surely if it had worked, Miri would be controlling her. Right? Yet, as she gently released her hand from Miri's and flexed it, it felt as it always did. She felt something different, there was a light heat in her cheeks but it wasn't what she had imagined at all. Violet tried to stifle the disappointment inside her. Was Miri... inside her but had no way to control her body? She couldn't tell. She reached for their fluffy white blanket and carefully wrapped it around Miri's shoulders. Miri looked, quite frankly, adorable at the moment. She ruffled her girlfriend's hair, then sighed. She flopped backwards onto the sofa, and cuddled up with a pillow. She was a total loss for what to do next. God, she needed a bra. She was so tired and her chest felt way too heav-...

What? That wasn't even... She searched again for that feeling, of her chest weighing her down. She couldn't find it now. She frowned and gave her boobs a tentative squeeze, as if that might jog her memory. Why did she feel so strongly that she needed a bra? That wasn't her style at all. And then, without warning, it was there again. Her chest felt so intensely bare under her shirt. Something about the thought rung true in her mind. It was unbearable, the way her boobs were weighing her down. She needed to fix it. She found herself unbuttoning her shirt, and searching under the couch for one of Miri's mysteriously wayward bras.

Finding one, she fixed it around her chest, did the clasps and let out a gasp of relief. It felt so right, her boobs filling out a bra. It was like it molded her into the right shape, keeping them perfectly perky. She felt the fabric rubbing against her chest, in a way that would normally drive her up the wall, but the sensation barely registered. The sight of her own flushed boobs, almost too big for the cups, was making her giddy. She couldn't help but enjoy the way they bounced even with her bra, and it all felt so new. She stood up from the sofa and spun around, not even trying to stifle her own giggles. She felt so hot, a loose white shirt and this pretty lacy black bra, it was almost dizzying.

She... What the hell was that? Violet caught herself, and quickly stopped in her tracks. That had to have been Miri. The bra was tugging uncomfortably at her chest, and she found herself longing for that bizarre lightness she had just moments prior.

"Care to explain, Mir?" She raised an eyebrow over at her girlfriend, who looked no more present than she had earlier. Just an innocent, sleeping girl tucked into a blanket.

Fuck... She hadn't expected Miri to exert that much influence over her. It had felt uncanny, how natural her every move had felt. She wondered if it would be possible to counter it, somehow. Maybe if she anticipated that next wave of influence? She decided to head up to their room, and to leave the bra on for the moment. She would never admit it but she wanted to chase that elevated, intoxicating sensation... Might as well keep the bra on if that helped.

"Toooo bad I won't have a cute girl waiting for me in my room though. What a shame! Looks like it'll just be me."

Violet froze on the stairs. That was definitely her voice, coming out of her mouth. She hadn't been able to feel Miri's power coming, it was out before she'd even recognised it. With a jolt, she felt herself return to climbing the stairs, without any warning. Fuck fuck. Her body moved as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She tried to pick out and fight back against Miri's power but it was like trying to grab fog. It was everywhere, and there was nothing to pin down.

It was utterly alien, she couldn't communicate at all with her body. There was a sway in her hips, and she felt the corner of her mouth creep into a tiny smirk. Her pace was lighter too, a kind of bounce in her step. Violet could feel her heart fluttering, but she was powerless to stop her body. She willed her legs to stop moving, focusing her every thought on stopping and -

Oh, shit.

Violet got the best kind of shiver. Her body (which no longer felt much like hers) didn't react in the slightest, but a relentless onslaught of pleasure had erupted inside her. It radiated out to fill her body, and like an earthquake, it shook her to very core. If she had been in control of her body, she would have leaned on the wall, or maybe even just collapsed where she stood. It felt like a perfectly orchestrated warmth, a warmth that was sharp in just the right places. It felt like her clit had been caught by a sudden heat, a flick of sensation. It felt like all the breath had been knocked out of her... She realised, with a jolt, that this had to be Miri's doing. This had to be power she was exerting over Violet, in order to stop her from regaining any control. And, like the tide receding before it crashes onto the shore, she felt the onset of another flood of pleasure. As Violet's body strode into the bedroom, Violet braced herself for the next eruption inside her. She was on the edge, she could feel it coming, she was ready...

White out...

It had hit her like an asteroid hitting the earth. It was almost agony, not being able to move her body properly as that blinding pleasure seeped through her. And just like an earthquake, each aftershock made her shudder weakly. As she slowly came back to her senses, she realised that Miri had positioned her body in front of her floor mirror. She could see her reflection, a tiny smile playing over her lips. Her body was unbuttoning the top of her shirt, letting her collar bones peek through. Her eyes were half-lidded, but Miri's devilish glee couldn't be disguised.

"You're not getting out of this easily, Lette. I've just started."

Of course, Violet wanted to say. Go big or go home to your body, I suppose. Miri didn't seem to hear her. Instead, she let Violet's hip slide out to the side and struck a cutesy peace signs pose. She beamed at the mirror, and under any other circumstance, Violet would have found her signature smile positively adorable. Seeing her smile on her own face? That was hard to parse.

Miri picked up some tiny hair clips from the dresser, in a pastel star style. She tucked them neatly into Violet's - Violet's? That didn't feel right, not in this moment. She tucked them neatly into her hair, perfectly matching her tumbling dark waves. With a dab of lip gloss from the dresser, she gently ran a finger over her soft lips.

"Really, who can resist a girl like this?"

Miri leaned down in front of the mirror, purposefully letting herself catch a glimpse of the top of Violet's soft breasts. She seemed to be admiring them. Violet could distinctly feel her skirt rising as she leaned over, and felt an excited edge. Would Miri... go that far? It was so different to how it felt when it was the two of them, with her teasing Miri. Now... If there was anything Miri had always wanted to do to her, she had a perfect chance. Violet felt herself getting dizzy, thoughts running through her head, before noticing that Miri had brought her body on route to the dresser. Miri seemed to know what she was after, and quickly picked out a black corset, a shimmery white flared skirt and a pair of strapped opalescent fairy wings. She undid her old shirt and shucked off her skirt to step into her new outfit. Miri relished the way the fabric clung to her, with the skirt sitting perfectly on her hips. She pulled the corset tight swiftly, and let out a small sigh of pleasure as she caught a glimpse of her figure in the mirror. Pulling on the wings, she took a step towards the mirror to examine her new look. Violet's face broke into a smile, one Miri couldn't contain. She bounced on the balls of her feet, letting her fairy wings rise and fall as she moved. She gave the mirror a little spin, feeling almost weightless with happiness.

"Oh!" Her voice came out higher than she expected with her excitement, and it gave her a giddy rush. "Juuust one last touch," She produced a pair of silver cosplay goggles from the wardrobe and quickly fixed them onto her head. It was perfect. Violet would be her unwilling audience for the worst joke imaginable. In the mirror, she let her cheek rest on her index finger and gave a small, mischievous smile.

"Would you look at that... If you're lucky, I could be your manic pixie steam girl."

Even if Violet could speak, she didn't think she would have the words.

It felt as just as soon as Miri had discovered Violet's phone charging and had begun a truly indulgent series of selfies, she could feel a faint force pulling at her. She brushed against the distant sense of her body elsewhere, occasionally feeling the ghost of warm fur against her skin. There wasn't much time left, and Miri knew that she needed to seize these last moments.

"Gah, it's exhausting staying so cute all the time... I think I deserve a little break. Right?" With a tug, she loosened her corset slightly and rolled her shoulders out. "A little girl time would be perfect right about now."

Miri slunk over to their bed, and threw herself into the plushie pile. Most were Violet's, and she smiled to herself as she gave a squishy panda a small squeeze. She looked just like Violet whenever she made a little nest in bed. She rolled onto her back, and idly ran her hand down her midriff, towards her skirt. As she grew closer to her inner thighs, she felt a sudden heat as her legs trembled slightly. Oh, this was going to be good.

She inched towards where her panties lay, and gave them a tentative rub above her skirt. There was a delicious edge to that rub, and she bit down on her lip. She had an idea of what she wanted to try... She rubbed small circles into her clit through the fabric, with each touch making her want to cross her legs. It was like a pinpoint of pleasure, sending beats of warmth to her core. Fuck, she needed to see what this body could do. With the finesse of an expert lesbian, she grabbed Violet's wand from the dresser and flicked it on. "Woomph, yeah. That's it." She could already feel the vibrations at her elbow once she'd switched it on in her hand. Violet normally kept to the lowest and middle setting when she used her wand... Miri chewed on her lip, and felt heat rise to her cheek. Yup, there was no question about it. She had to do it. She lifted up her skirt, and guided the wand underneath. Still on the lowest setting but the very sound of it set off a heat in Miri's clit. She eased the wand onto the outside of her vagina, resting the tip on the edge. God, it already made her vision go misty. She had to bite back a whine. She pushed a little further in, her cunt crying out with soft heat. And with a shaky grin, Miri closed her eyes and flicked the toy to its highest setting.

Why do they call this thing a toy? Weapon of girl ruining would be far more accurate.

Miri found herself holding the panda plushie against her face with her free hand to stifle the moans flooding out of her. It felt obscene, every buzzing drill of the vibrator sunk it deeper into her cunt. Outside her cunt, the curved edge of the wand caught her clit and drew yet more cries from her. It felt like she had given herself up to an unstoppable force, pounding into her centre. Her hand around the vibrator was shaking, and her voice came out in a slurred string of "oh god oh god pleaseeeeee help fuckfuck," There was no way she could last another...

Oh, Christ. Like the crest of a wave, Miri felt the avalanche of her orgasm bearing down on her. She was being opened up, and she clung onto the panda plushie for dear life.

It felt like stars had exploded behind her eyes. The noise Miri let out was more than a scream, it was a cry of the most exquisite relief she had ever felt. Her heart fluttered and she sunk easily into something like sleep...

☆ ☆ ☆

Miri felt warm breath catch the edge of her chin. Her eyes still couldn't open just yet, but she could feel a thumb run gently over her eyebrows.

"I'd love to know what you did to these, your eyebrows look crazy. Maybe it's fitting, considering the mad scientist shit you pulled." Miri's eyes flicked open and she caught sight of Violet's smile above her. Her head was being cradled in Violet's lap, the white blanket drawn around her shoulders.

"No good morning for me?"

"Good morning, dearest Miri. Mad scientist that you are." Violet pressed a kiss to her girlfriend's forehead. "I can still feel my legs having shakes, just for the record."

Miri quickly sat up and took Violet's face into her hands. "Oh shit Violet I'm so-"

"Hah! Mir, I'm kidding. You definitely did a number on me, but I'll be all good. We'll just take it easy."

"Blankets and... some hot chocolate?" Miri noticed the two mugs beside Violet. "You're way too good at this."

Violet grinned and softly leaned her forehead against Miri's. "Honestly... I'd be down to try that again sometime. The book's right where you left it."

Miri closed her eyes and nodded. "That was kind of perfect. There's... really no one else like you, Lette. And I'm so happy you trusted in me and this batshit plan... That means the world to me."

Violet sighed happily. "Yeah, I'm pretty cool. Indisputed best of all time, I'm told by many people."

Quite suddenly, she broke into a fit of giggles as Miri kissed up and down her neck. They fell into a pile on the rug, laughter warming their cheeks, Miri's head resting on Violet's chest. Feeling her girlfriend's heartbeat for the second time today, but now from the outside... She liked them both perfectly. Miri didn't have words for the happiness inside her, but one thought kept bouncing around her mind. And she couldn't stop herself smiling and nuzzling ever closer to Violet, while playing out that thought in her mind.

Next time was sure to be even better.

#sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #nsft #possession #consensual possession #sapphic works #dreamy writes

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cultoftherat · 1 year

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, Other

Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder

Characters: The Lamb, The One Who Waits | Narinder, Ratau, Forneus, Aym, Baal

Additional Tags: Alternative Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Grief/Mourning, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Tagged as teen because of swearing

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Chapters: 10

Summary:

Long years have passed ever since Narinder was reduced to one of the Lamb’s mere followers. Ever since, they have also become close, to the point where he is now their right hand. Because of this, he is called to help them with crusades from time to time. But, upon an unfortunate one, the Lamb is rendered completely unconscious. Thus, Narinder has to take their crown and replace them for a while.

Beta read by @oddalban!

#cult of the lamb #narinder #the lamb cotl #narilamb #ratau #forneus #aym #baal #dreamy writes #in your absence AU

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toyfulbox · 1 year

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You need to go back.

No you don’t. You belong here.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. The massive mistake you made to save them.

But they’re alive and it was MY doing.

The idiot that you are. Blinded by the salvation of hope.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Sigh.

One of those nights again.

Wait.

… Was it night? Was it day? He could never tell the time within his realm. Time doesn’t exist here, he was a concept. Therefore everything else upon Earth was a concept in his living realm, too.

He kneels down to the ground, a reflection shows in a puddle of tears. A dreary, exhausted God stares, and he stares back at him. What once held hope in his very eyes, stood the reflection of a despaired individual.

He raises a fist, slamming it down into the puddle, splashes of teardrops were sent flying in the immediate area.

IT WASN’T FAIR. IT WASN’T EASY. TO BE CURSED WITH A BURDEN FOR ETERNITY!

Thoughts scattered through his mind as he continued to pound the ground fiercely. Breaths were harsh and many more tears began to fall down the God’s face. Eyes were stinging already, even though he hadn’t cried that much.

Or did he?

He stops slamming his fist upon the ground, he holds himself up with his hands both placed on the floor, breathing heavily, strands of hair fallen upon his figure. He was shaking. He was scared. But most importantly, he was was doubting himself.

You were made for this.

This is the consequences of YOUR actions.

No it’s not.

YES it is.

You motherfucker.

Back at you.

#✨ wish and make it come true ; the wishmaker #Dreamy Writes

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forever-long · 4 months

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Jesus H Christ, it's taken an hour to get a 700 word ficlet on AO3. No wonder writers say they don't have to read. What a ballache for long fics??

It'll get faster... right?

#dreamy writes #ao3 #it's a process for sure

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6gumi · 3 months

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can’t afford to fail.

synopsis ﹒your arrogant n self centred professor helps you get your grade up !

pairings ﹒dr. ratio x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. professor x college student 、mild age gap (dr ratio’s abt 28 while reader is 19-20) 、degradation 、desk s3x 、he’s a lil mean here :( 、use of nicknames 、pussy slapping (there ws like . . two!) 、t!tplay 、dirty talk 、reader implied 2 be smaller 、slight spanking 、unprotected s3x

note ﹒been too long since i wrote anything n i thought abt this . . i’ve BEEN thinkin’ abt it for awhile n i jus get so . . i get so giggly thinkin’ abt it LMAO i hope this is fine ! let’s hope i proofread in time ! reblogs r highly appreciated, feel free 2 send me an ask ! — millie ♡

“utterly ridiculous.” dr ratio replied mockingly, an eyebrow raised as his taller form towered over yours, his gaze on you was firm and serious, like he was trying to scare you away. “do you see what i’m seeing?” he raised up one of your marked worksheets you handed in the other day, in pure honesty . . it wasn’t even your fault! you wanted to curse at him for not even bothering to give you and your fellow students more time to study, it was his fault in the first place for making you all stress! that’s what you wanted to say, but he would’ve had your head for that.

“ . . . yes prof.” you muttered with a small nod.

“tell me what you see then.”

you glanced up at him, your eyes slowly trailing from him to the paper he held . . failed?! again?? gosh . . you knew this would happen either way, you wanted to scream, clench your fists and beg for another retake but knowing the type of professor dr ratio was, you knew you weren’t getting any of that, no . . not anytime soon.

“ . . i didn’t do that good.”

“—didn’t do that good is an understatement, you did terrible. your idiocy is all i see written on this fail-worthy of a sheet, your work habits in class are worse than those other idiots i teach.” the professor sighed and steepled his fingers, leaning forward. “why are you falling off in my classes? are you afraid of asking me for help, is that it?” his eyes narrowed with a condensing glare, the tension in the room grew heavier.

yeah well . . if i ask you for help, you’d insult me and get annoyed anyways, was what you wanted to say. i mean, you weren’t wrong . . you were certain dr ratio had some sort of short temper or something, no matter what he says or what you do, he is the last person you’d ask for help. “someone with major idiocy like you should be grateful i’m taking time out of my day to speak to you about your dismissive performance, you know how much people would kill to have my attention right now?" dr ratio’s voice took on a harsher tone as he watched you react to his words. “even your classmates are so much more adept, why are you even in my class?"

your body jolted at his words, no matter how tough you tried to act you were secretly trying your absolute best to hold back the tears that threatened to leave your eyes, it was hard to take in his words . . it’s hard enough to not be his top student!

dr ratio’s eyes widened slightly seeing how your body jolted at his words, he took a quick breath and thought about how he would address the situation with you with a more gentler approach. "please, humor me." he took a deep breath, trying to be patient and understanding with you. he was already noticing a slight difference in your behaviour. "i’ve spent nearly a decade teaching in this institute," he continued in a slow yet low tone, “i promise you, i know what I'm talking about. how about i help you right here right now and let’s see where to go from there, got it? tell me what you don’t understand and what you do understand.”

“ . . alright.”

— ♡ —

. . it seems you both had a different idea of “helping”. you hated yourself for enjoying it, he was your professor for heaven’s sake! now you were on your knees, your mouth wrapped around his wet cock as soft grunts left his lips. you couldn’t lie . . he looked absolutely stunning from this angle, the way he threw his head back when you swirled your tongue around the slit of his dick. dr ratio groaned, his voice deep and husky as he leaned closer to see how well you were sucking him off. " . . . u-ugh . . fuck, this mouth of yours needs to be punished . . considering how many times you talked back to me in under an hour.”

before you could pull away from his cock on your own, dr ratio’s free hand slipped downwards, grasping firmly at your head, tugging it upwards. you were roughly pulled away with a gasp, you were almost out of breath as your professor pulled you closer against his chest. “a slut like you needs to learn how to be fucked properly. maybe that’s how i can help you, fuck the information in you.”

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck before trailing upward, his tongue tracing along your jawline and then claiming your lips forcefully. his hands moved downwards, his cock throbbing even harder in his pants. he stepped closer, reaching out to fondle one of your breasts, squeezing it softly before running his thumb over your hardened nipple . . massaging them firmly as your tongues tangled together, your moans muffled by his mouth. dr ratio’s eyes widened in awe as he pulled away from your lips, a line of saliva connected your lips and his as he admired the sight of your breasts, now fully exposed for him to feast his eyes upon. he bit his bottom lip, unable to tear his gaze away from them as they were truly a sight to behold, heavy and perky, nipples erect and begging for attention. “tell me, [name],” he licked his lips, reaching down to flick his tongue against one of your nipples.

"why can't you be as skillful as the others? do you not have the intellectual capacity?" he smirked against your nipples, watching you intently as he waited for your response. “you’re nothing but an idiot, are you not? can’t even pass any of my damn classes.” he stepped closer to you, placing one hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you towards his desk. "undress yourself slowly," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

“ . . prof, we can’t do this . . i’m your student, you’re my professor, you’re seriously overdoing this—“

“do you want to fail my class completely or not, princess?” dr ratio muttered, raising a brow. “do you even understand the situation in front of you? you’re a failing student and should be begging me for help.“ he grabbed you by your thighs, roughly slamming you on top of his desk. “you know what you should be doing? you should be on your fucking knees, groveling for me to give you a second of my attention. instead, you're refusing to let me help get your grade up. besides . .” he leaned in closer against your ear, bringing his voice down to a whisper . . “i know that a dirty slut like you is enjoying this as much as i am.” he raised his hand, slapping your cunt that was clothed by your pink panties as hard as he could. “show me this pussy or it’s an automatic zero.”

your eyes flashed with shock and a hint of pleasure, dr ratio’s voice seething with contempt as it sent shivers down your spine . . it was obvious he wasn't going to let this go easily. you gave in . . wrapping your arms around his neck, “ . . prof . .” your face flushed red, nuzzling against his neck. “can’t . . ‘s embarrassing—“

“veritas.”

“ . . pardon?”

“call me veritas, moan it while i fuck you.”

your professor’s heart skipped a beat at his own boldness, his hand slipped down towards your lower region, grasping firmly at the hem of your skirt and tugging it upwards, revealing your lacy black underwear underneath. with one swift motion, he ripped them apart, exposing your wet glistening pussy to his hungry eyes. "sit on the edge of the desk," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "spread your legs wide and let me see that pretty cunt.”

you bit your lip, gazing up at him with those sweet eyes of yours as you were hesitant to even do anything under those hungry eyes of his own, “ . . do i have to? that’s . . that’s too embarrassing.”

“do you want to completely fail my class or not?”

wincing at his words, you slowly obeyed his demands . . spreading your legs with a sense of embarrassment and shame as he humiliated you completely, it was like . . he wasn’t even aware he was humiliating you! spreading your legs in front of your own damn professor? you didn’t even know what was going on in your mind at this rate! but yet . . your pussy pulsed around nothing, you craved for this and you hated that the most. the dark haired male reached down, unfastening his own pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing his massive cock, veined and thick, dripping with precum . . it stood tall and proud, ready to claim whatever it desired, you weren’t even sure if it could fit.

"turn around," he ordered, keeping his tone low and seductive. "show me your ass." you obeyed, slowly hopping off the desk as you bent over . . your ass in his full view. your body flinched, eyes wide as he gave your cheeks one mean yet harsh slap. “try and guess how many times you nearly failed my class.” his hardened member brushed against your entrance teasingly, he couldn't resist anymore. with one swift motion, he positioned himself between your spread legs, aligning his cockhead with your tight hole from behind. “go.”

he pushed slowly, his head sliding past your tight ring of muscles, eliciting a soft moan from you as your eyes rolled back . . your pussy spasming around his thick cock almost instantly . . it was like it belonged there. “p—prof . .”

“ah ah.” he shoved his fingers inside your mouth, pressing the pad of his fingertips against your tongue. “what’s my name, slut? tell me. what did i say.” dr ratio pushed forward, stretching your hole even wider than before . . filling you up inch by agonizing inch. you couldn’t lie, each thrust of his felt like heaven, as if you and him were finally becoming one.

“v—veritas . .”

“good fuckin’ girl.” once fully buried to the hilt, he paused, taking a moment to savour this forbidden moment. his hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you steady as he began to move rhythmically in and out of your wet cunt, hitting your g-spot with a sense of urgency and desperation each powerful thrust. “guess how many times you almost failed my class, come on . . speak up, or are you giving up already?”

“ngh . . three?”

“wrong.” SLAP!

he ran his hand down the fat of your ass, slapping it loudly as you could feel the sound reverberating through the entire room . . your tongue lolling out your lips as another slap came down, even harder than the first. “keep guessing.”

“ah!— u-uhm . . five?” you moaned at the mere feeling of him picking up the pace, his hips rocking in sync with his thrusts. his cock throbbed harder inside your tight channel, stretching and massaging your insides in a way that drove you both wild with pleasure, it’s like . . he was trying to fuck you dumb, fuck you till you couldn’t think. “wrong again.” his voice ran through your ears, moans and gasps filled the room yet muffled by each loud thrust. sweat trickled down your professor’s back as he increased his rhythm, pounding into your hole faster and harder, building towards climax until the tip of his cock slammed against your deepest areas.

his hands roamed freely over your body, cupping your breasts roughly, pinching and tweaking at your nipples until they stood erect and hardened once more. dr ratio bit down on the flesh of your neck, leaving a mark that would serve as a reminder of this moment later on. "see how good i’m fucking this pussy?” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “come on, keep going . . stay focused.” he was lost in the feeling of your cunt, pounding into you like it was his last as his thrusts become even stronger as he reached his peak again. dr ratio groaned loudly, his cock throbbing violently inside you as a huge glob of cum shot out, yet his thrusts never yielding.

“mmh . . ah! veritas . . please!” his hands roamed over your body, trailing along your arms and shoulders, stopping at your pretty breasts once more. "fuck, this is the best pussy i’ve ever fucked.” he panted, pulling on one nipple, then the other in turn. "so fucking perfect." your moans and gasps became louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. your bodies moved together in sync, hips rocking in harmony with his thrusts.

SLAP! “come on, baby.”

“s—six . . seven?! fuck . . ah!” piles and piles of paper fell off his desk when you were pushed forward, back arched with your eyes rolled back. “veritas . . i think this is enough . . someone’s gonna hear—“

veritas chuckled mockingly, his eyes glowing with malice as he grabbed hold of your chin firmly, tilting her head back in submission. his lips crashed forcefully against your own, tongue thrusting into your mouth roughly, claiming ownership over your body. "oh, i think you and i both know this is far from enough," he growled between kisses, his hands roaming freely over your lithe figure. "you know damn fucking well . . you don’t want me to fail you, right? so, accept it. your body’s damn made for this, princess . . see how well your body is responding to my cock? c’mon. look at me directly and tell me straight up you don’t enjoy this.”

drawing out soft whimpers from your throat, your professor continued his dirty work on your sensitive spots until you squirmed helplessly beneath him, unable to resist any longer . . your voice stuck between your throat as you couldn’t even find the right words to retort, accepting the way he took you against the desk, his rough thrusts forcing you to push your body against the cold surface as a puddle of cum formed on the floor from your professor’s previous orgasm, so fucking messy . .

“my point taken.” he savoured the feeling of being deep inside your warm, wet hole . . he knew he was gonna have dreams of this pretty cunt of yours, each time he pulled back, a low growl escaped his throat as your bodies slapped together, creating sounds of lustful pleasure. veritas’ hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady while his cock continued its relentless exploration of your gummy walls. in sync with each thrust his hips rocked against yours as well, grinding his pelvis and your ass together, the sensation was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced before . . raw, primal, and addictive. you couldn't think but respond to him with your body, your moans becoming more pronounced and needy.

“listen to me,” dr ratio gave your ass another mild smack. “you’re gonna take this dick while you tell me exactly what you’re having trouble with in class, understand? ‘gonna fuck everything through your head just like i said . . afterall . .”

“you can’t afford to fail, can you?”

#millie’s writings ✔︎#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #dr ratio smut #honkai star rail smut #dr ratio x reader #hsr smut #hsr x you #hsr x reader #dr ratio x you #he’s so dreamie . . . he is. soo dreamie .#dr ratio is so dreamy . . it’s acc phenomenal (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

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notyourmusebby · 2 months

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no rizz just brown sparkly loving eyes and a soft smile

#its always his big brown sparkly eyes #his kind smile #i would write a thousand poems #screams into the void #dreamy sigh followed by agonizing sobbing #carlos sainz jr #f1 #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #carlos sainz #formula 1

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atlasnessie · 3 months

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being with CHUUYA means being one another’s biggest supporters. the mafia is a scary place, it isn’t for the kind hearted and you know this well. it also isn’t a place for romance, though, it seems as if executive CHUUYA NAKAHARA does mind, just don’t embarrass him. “hey, you’re back. are you hurt anywhere ..? wha — i wasn’t waiting for you !! i just happen to be here. yeah yeah, whatever. get to the medics if you’re hurt. i’ll walk you.”

CHUUYA doesn’t have a lot of free time; coming home around five in the morning and then going back to work around eight. if he’s lucky, he’ll come home early and get a decent four hours of sleep. during those hours of rest, he can’t seem to grasp sleep the way he wants it. but seeing you, home earlier than him and bundled up with the blanket on your shared bed, CHUUYAS muscles relax. maybe he’ll get a few extra hours tonight. “hm ? sorry doll, did i wake you ? no ? alright. quit chatting, go back to bed. i’ll tell ‘ya how my day went when you wake up later, ‘kay ? love you.”

CHUUYA takes his job as a mafioso and a lover very seriously, understanding the concept of separating work from his home and love life. though, on days off, he’ll convince mori to give you one too, spending the day together. CHUUYA would buy you anything and everything. he knows you can pay with your own money, the mafia treats the both of you far too well, but he’s gotta spoil you every now and then, right ? “let’s go here. are you seriously askin’ why ? there was something you were eyeballing this fuckin’ whole week … don’t say you ‘don’t need it,’ love. come on, before it’s gone.”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA, once a strange fifteen year-old you met and rumored to be the vessel of arahabaki. he isn’t human, people would tell you, but you thought otherwise. his emotions raged like fire, pure and true. and for the longest time until dazai’s mysterious departure, you admired him from afar. CHUUYA wasn’t a ‘diamond in the rough,’ he was born as ‘the’ diamond, living amongst rocks and rubble that would crack into nothing. how you and CHUUYA came to be still remains a mystery to you. perhaps it was when you cried when dazai left and he tried to comfort you, telling you a bastard like him isn’t worth crying over, or when he dragged you all the way back to the headquarters when you were weak and shot in the legs during a mission. however it was, you knew it was meant to be, you and CHUUYA. hearts linked and intertwined, born and made to be with one another, like needle, like thread. “hiya, dollface. boss wanted to drop these off to you. he said you can do them tomorrow. when you’re done with everything, gimme a call and we’ll go out to eat. ‘ya cravin’ anything ?”

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya nakahara x reader #atlas writes !#this is smth similar to the dazai one !! i love chuuya pretend i’m doing a dreamy sighhhh

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zhongrin · 1 year

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thinking about mundane daily things with zhongli...

zhongli absentmindedly giving you back scratches when you feel that itch but your arm can't reach that specific spot.

holding back zhongli's hair when he eats and he forgot his hair clip.

brushing your teeth in the morning with zhongli, side-by-side, your free hands holding onto each other.

zhongli randomly passing by a rather beautiful wildflower on his stroll and he proceeds to pick it up so he can slip it behind your ear when he meets you.

helping zhongli trim and polish his talons and in turn, he helps you clip your nails (he gives you a bonus hand massage after).

zhongli just naturally coming up next to you when you wash the dishes so you can give him the empty plates to wipe and arrange on the drying rack.

going into the shower with zhongli and him gently washing your hair because he knows you're tired.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #rin releases a plot bunny into the wild #i'm just so soft rn ;;;;;#need domesticity and being held and kissed and uhuhushfiduhfushdjdkdhks /sobs #dreamy sigh

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magicaldreamfox1 · 4 months

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i think there are too many posts out there that are like writing is not fun but im gonna do it anyways. so here's my contribution: writing is fun actually

#starting to think some of u actually don't like writing 😦#sorry but i love writing every evening i sit down and open my little notes app and write my silly little stories #and i have so much fun #sometimes ill be in the trenches naturally but overall im having fun #dreamy talks #writing

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dreamwatch · 7 months

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STWG daily prompt 09/10/23

Prompt: balcony

c/w outing

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“It’s beautiful, Eddie.”

And it really is. A two storey house over looking the beach. Real wood floors, so many windows, leaving the house bright and airy. The furniture was all new, too. There was a huge beige sectional in the living room and Wayne didn’t think he knew enough people to fill it. It was crazy.

And the view. There had been no money for vacations when Eddie was growing up, so save for the occasional camping trip they made do with looking at brochures from the travel agency in Hawkins. And they would plan. Make lists of all the places they were going to go. Picked their hotels and their holiday homes. Always the biggest suite available. Always with sandy white beaches and clear blue seas, swimming pools and cocktails.

This place was all those vacations rolled into one.

“You like it?”

Wayne just nods back, feels a little choked if he’s honest. He’s so fucking proud of this kid. Every achievement in his life has been hard won, no one handed him anything on a platter. Even for this, he worked his ass off and Wayne knows for a fact Eddie pushed himself, pushed the band, into touring more than was good for them. Eddie had become a workaholic over the last couple of years, something Wayne was going to have to keep an eye on. Though the distance made it hard.

The day Eddie left Hawkins was bittersweet. It broke Wayne’s heart, truth be told, but he did the thing you’re supposed to do when you’re a parent. Stood outside their trailer and sent his boy off into the world and told him the door was always open. That had been five years ago and Eddie hadn’t stepped foot in Hawkins since then.

And look at him now, buying fancy beach front property. Wayne walked out onto the balcony and shook his head. They were a million miles away from that trailer right now.

“You know I’ve a mind to take a photograph of this and stick it on a poster in the middle of Hawkins.” He spread his hands out, framing the imaginary image. “‘Welcome to Eddie Munson’s beach side abode.’ It would be worth the cost just to watch people choke.”

Eddie gives him an impish grin. “Uncle Wayne, this isn’t my house.”

He frowns back. “Please tell me we’re not trespassing, Ed, I’m on vacation son, I just want a nice-“. He stops when Eddie grabs his hands and drops a set of keys into it, a heavy key ring attached. A single silver ‘W’.

“This is your house.”

There’s silence for a while, though anyone with really good hearing would hear the cogs screeching to a halt in his head.

“I don’t understand.”

Eddie leans back against the balcony guardrail to face Wayne. “I bought it for you. I want you to live out here with me. I fucking miss you, old man, I hate it. Hate not having you close by. So. Yeah.” He ends with a shrug.

“Can you even afford this? I mean, you have a place already, can you afford another?”

Eddie nods. “I can afford it. Bought this outright, it’s yours, bank doesn’t own a single square inch. My place is mortgaged. I figure, you know, I fuck everything up eventually, so I still need a home to come back to when it all comes to an end.” Wayne tuts at him, hates the way he puts himself down. Hang over from school, and his parents. He thinks it’s so deeply ingrained he’ll never break him out if it now.

“I took the liberty of picking my room out, but the masters all yours.”

“Son, I don’t know…”

Eddie’s face falls. “You don’t like it. I should have asked. Fuck, I knew it, I shouldn’t have just assumed you’d want to move, you have a life back-“

“Eddie-“

“-and I didn’t even consider if you’d like to pick out your own home, like, who fucking does that, and I don’t even let you-“

“Eddie!”

“Yeah?”

“Calm down, son.”

“Okay.”

“I love it.”

Large brown eyes meet his, full of hope. Not without some fear. “Do you mean it? Because we can look elsewhere? Like, another neighbourhood, maybe? You know, if you don’t like this one.”

Wayne laughed. “Where’s your place? In relation to this?”

“Fifteen minute drive.”

“Hmm, fifteen minutes beats thirty hours, I think.”

“It’s only five hours if you fly.”

“Fifteen minutes beats five hours, too.”

So that’s how Wayne Munson, previously of Forest Hill’s trailer park, winds up living in a million dollar beach house in California.

—-

It’s weird, the not working, the finding of a new routine when yours has been the same for literally decades. He’s a creature of habit, likes a little order. So he still wakes early every morning. Still likes to sit out and smoke every evening. Only now he gets to do that lying on a lounger on a huge balcony watching the sunset over the Pacific Ocean. It’s a new routine he’s very happy to have.

—-

“That boy of yours working yet?”

They’re sitting, knocking back a couple of beers watching the sunset. Eddie’s been spending more time here lately, and Wayne loves it, but he’s also not an idiot.

Eddie nods before finishing the last if his beer. “Yeah. Got some modelling work coming up.”

Wayne hums.

“Don’t, Wayne. Not tonight.”

So they don’t.

—-

Eddie swings by as much as he can when he’s not touring or working. Wayne worries about him everytime he heads into LA, especially since the riots, but he tries not to mollycoddle. He’s twenty seven now. Not a kid anymore.

But he’s touring a lot. They just got back from the biggest one yet, 331 days, 189 shows. It’s too much. Wayne hates it. But Eddie doesn’t listen. So on they go.

—-

“Forgot to tell you, I got a postcard from Curly.”

“I can’t believe you still call him that,” laughs Eddie.

Dustin will always be Curly to him, and no rockstar is going to tell him otherwise.

“He’s hiking on the Appalachian Trail, did you know that? Think he’s got the Wheeler boy with him, too.”

“I did know that, they tried to get me to go with them.”

Wayne stares at him likes he got two heads. “Have they not met you before?”

Eddie splutters. “I’ll have you know I’m incredibly fit. Touring is hard work. I’m in peak physical condition, thank you.”

They laugh at the thought of Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler hiding from bears and finish another couple of beers, watching the sun go down.

—-

Wayne has started to build a new routine. He likes to walk in the early evening. He tried it after lunch one day and nearly collapsed. (He never told Eddie about that.) So now he heads out around five in the afternoon when the temperature is a little more manageable, and has a leisurely stroll around the neighbourhood or along the beach before heading back to the house.

The first thing he notices when he comes through his front door is the hold-all on the floor, barely zipped up and hastily packed.

“Ed?”

He doesn’t get a response but the sliding door is open and he just makes out the figure curled up on a lounger.

“Son?”

“Can I stay a couple of nights?” There’s a broken sound to his voice, like he’s been crying. Wayne hates it.

“You know you never have to ask.”

Wayne brings them both beers, and takes his usual seat. Just waits.

“There’s going to be an article in the press. Don’t know the details, but looks like I’m being outed.”

And there it is.

“By who?”

Eddie looks at him forlornly. “Does it matter?”

“And what does… Luke, does he know?”

“He’s leaving tonight. I just didn’t want to be there until he’s gone.”

“Good. I’ll go round tomorrow make sure he’s out. Get the locks changed.”

They sit for a while, listening to the ocean.

“Is it so bad? Hmm? You got a lot of fans now, people love you. They wouldn’t care.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie replies, sounding pained. “And it’s not just me. I have to think of the others. If they take me down they might take the band with it. And…” he looks at Wayne, large brown eyes spilling with tears. “It was mine. They had no right to take that from me.”

“You’re a public figure though,” Wayne sighs, hates he’s having to say this. “It was always a possibility, hmm? Not saying it’s right, just… just saying.”

They finish their beers in silence before Wayne cracks open a bottle of whisky Eddie bought him a couple of years back. Pricey, he knows, but if ever it was needed it’s now.

—

It’s news, for a while, but mostly in some of the shittier publications. There are jokes and taunting in some of the rock magazines, and it starts being a thing interviewers want to talk about. Their management company make sure everyone knows it’s off limits.

Wayne hates it so much.

—-

He puts up some wind chimes. He spends more time out on that balcony than in the living room, so he decides it’s time to jazz it up a bit. He’s far enough from his neighbours that it shouldn’t bother them, but he also doesn’t give a shit.

Just as he sits the phone rings, and he needs to get a line out here, because somehow it doesn’t matter who it is they always get him the moment he sits down.

He’s a little rude when he answers the phone.

“Uh, Mister Munson?”

“Yes, and who is this?”

“It’s Steve Harrington, sir, I don’t know if you remember me? Um, from Hawkins?”

Yes. Yes he remembers Steve very well. You tend to remember people when they save your kids life. Tend to remember them when they spend a lot of time with your kid afterwards.

“I remember you, Steve. Don’t worry about that. I didn’t know you were in contact with Eddie again, he’s not here I’m afraid, he’s on tour, not sure where is today-“

“Sydney. He’s in Sydney.” Steve clears his throat, and there’s something about the tone.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s okay,” Steve gets in as fast as he can, “he’s- honestly, he’s going to be fine.”

“What’s wrong, Steve?”

“He collapsed, on stage.”

Wayne feels the air leave his lungs, doesn’t realise he’s made a noise until Steve cuts in.

“He’s okay, but they’re keeping in the hospital overnight, doctors are saying it’s exhaustion, so they’re getting fluids into him and they want him on bed rest for a while. He hit his head on the edge of the drum riser when he went down, so he’s got a few stitches and he’s gonna have a hell of a headache when he wakes up. But he’s going to be okay.”

Eddie’s home two days later, Steve in tow carrying the bags, and he looks terrible. Gaunt, dark circles that need more than a good nights sleep to erase, and a gauze dressing in the middle of a dark purple bruise on his temple. He looks pitiful. Wayne pulls him into a gentle hug and he feels Eddie go loose in his arms.

“Let’s get you up to bed, hmm? We can talk later.”

After, Wayne takes Steve out on to the balcony, and closes the door behind him.

“Thank you, for looking after him.”

Steve smiles. “You don’t have to thank me for that, he’s my… he’s my friend. I’ll always look after him.”

Wayne thinks on that for a while. He can read between the lines as well as anyone else.

“I didn’t know you were back,” together?, “in contact.”

“Yeah, a few months back, Dustin’s wedding? Yeah, it um… yeah it was nice. Unexpected.” He sees the look on Steve’s face. Knows that look. Saw it on both their faces back in Hawkins before Eddie left to conquer the world.

“So, when do you go home?”

Steve taps out a rhythm on the side of his can. “I got a couple of days of leave I’m gonna take, just till I know he’s okay. But I need to get home soon, work you know.” He carries on with his tapping and Wayne thinks he recognises it, one of Gareth’s grooves. Catchy. Not that he’d ever say that to the band.

“I, uh. I’m thinking of moving out here, actually.”

There’s a couple walking along the beach, their dogs racing back and forth and in and out of the ocean. They can hear them laughing from here.

“This is a nice neighbourhood. You know, if you were looking for a place to settle.”

Wayne can see Steve smile and nod out of the corner of his eye.

“So I’ve heard.”

—-

They’re out on the balcony at one am with a bottle of champagne and three beers. He’s usually very respectful, but tonight his attitude is very much ‘fuck the neighbours’.

“So, where you gonna put it?” Wayne asks.

Eddie sways, he’s been celebrating all evening, long before he arrived here with Steve. The two of them in sharp tailored suits and shiney shoes. Wayne should get a photo before they take them off. Eddie in actual shoes.

Eddie leans over and grabs it, the gold gramophone glimmering under the balcony lighting.

“Hmm… I was thinking right over there,” he says, pointing to a litte decorative table on the other side of the sliding doors.

Wayne’s stares at him, confused. “You got to take it home, put it somewhere where everyone will see it.”

“I don’t need everyone to see it. I just need us to see it.”

Maybe it’s the champagne and the beer he’s been mixing, but suddenly it all hits him. The heat in his face, the stuffy nose. Ten years. Ten years of hard work.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” He dabs at his eyes, and he watches as Eddie wipes his on his shirt, Steve tutting at him about using a handkerchief.

Wayne grabs the Grammy and takes it inside, placing it on the table next to the photograph of Eddie and Steve that he likes to keep close by.

They spend the night out on the balcony, drinking and talking, wind chimes twinkling, and they wait for the sun to rise.

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