#then passing out for an undetermined amount of time

[i-love-glitchy]

glitchy if ur out there i love u so much

#self indulgent hours #((hi! i drove like 6 hours foday to get a fucking crown that cost $1600 and also my moutn hurts and i am exhausted and feel terrible :D #((luckily i have nothing planned tomorrow so now? i just pass out for an undetermined amount of time #((wrist still hurts too lollllll #((anyways hope y’all are havin a better week than i am so far

[woso-fan13]

Whumptober 2023: 15 (Barca)

No. 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

It was so easy to hide. Although you were usually relatively active on social media, you had a backlog of photos that you wanted to post. Nobody noticed that you were posting photos from previous months, and, if they did, nobody cared. 

You had mastered the art of ignoring a phone call and texting the person back after a few minutes apologizing for missing their call. Your teammates knew that you lived on a random schedule, it wasn’t hard to convince them that you actually had completely missed the dozen calls that you had received that day. You hadn’t, watching your phone screen, waiting for the call to go to voicemail every time. 

You called out of practice for the week, insisting that you were sick. Once this week had passed, there were a few scheduled days off. You could take almost two weeks to try and regain control over yourself. You were spiraling, but no one could know. No one would know. 

—-

A persistent knock grabs your attention. You had previously been zoned out in the living room for an undetermined amount of time. You try to ignore the sound and go back into your haze, but the pounding repeats. Again and again. 

Finally, you pull yourself up from the floor, making your way to the door. Expecting a delivery that needs to be signed for or a salesperson, you open the door without looking through the peephole. 

That was a mistake. A very mad Lucy Bronze is standing, hands on her hips. 

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” she says sternly, “where have you been? The whole team’s been worried about you, you’ve been ignoring us.”

You don’t respond, staring down at the floor in the doorway. Lucy grows more impatient. 

“I’m waiting. You better have a bloody good explanation, young lady.”

“I’m sorry.”

It's barely a whisper. It’s all you can say, but you know it won’t satisfy her. 

“You’re sorry?! You’re sorry?! No, you’re sorry when you hit someone with a football, or when you make a mistake. You’re not ‘sorry’ when you disappear. You’re not ‘sorry’ when you leave the team.”

Lucy is ranting at this point, her anger clear. Every ‘sorry’ she said was spit, mocking you harshly.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Lucy heaves a sigh, breathing in deeply. She’s trying to control herself, you know it. You would understand if she kept yelling. She should keep yelling, you have let everyone down. That’s all you do- constantly disappointing people. 

It’s silent for a moment, Lucy refocusing. She looks at you for the first time, really looks at you. She sees the lack of colour in your face- your normally rosie cheeks drained to an almost translucent. She sees the dark circles under your eyes, begging for rest. She sees the red rims around your eyes, sees the dried tear tracks. She also sees the fresh tears pooling, likely a result of her harsh words. 

Oh. She feels like a terrible bully. 

“Y/N, kiddo, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that, I was just scared. No one’s heard from you in over a week, we were all worried. I shouldn’t have shouted, I’m sorry.”

You shrug, whispering, “it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” she says firmly before lowering her voice to just above a whisper and repeating, “it’s not okay.”

Silence fills the air, neither of you know what to say. Lucy’s deciding how to best convince you to let her in, you’re deciding if it would be more effective to talk Lucy into leaving or to simply slam the door and lock it quickly. You’re leaning towards the second option. 

“Can I come in?” she asks. 

Every part of you is screaming not to let her in. Every part of you is screaming that if you let her in, she’s going to find out everything. Every part of you is screaming that if you let her in and she finds out the truth, she’ll leave you. 

And, yet, you nod. You step aside, letting her in. 

She smiles softly, stepping forward. She waits until you shut the door and turn to head back into the main area, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. She pulls you tight to her side, the touch firm. 

The two of you walk to the living room, settling on the sofa. It’s quiet again, the silence suffocating. But neither of you can say a word. 

“I’m okay,” you insist, knowing that’s what she needs to hear, “I can handle things myself. You should go.”

That was good. Maybe she would leave, walk right out the door. Maybe, maybe, if she walked out now, she could walk back in later. If she stayed, she would walk out and stay away. 

Lucy looks closely at you, as if trying to read you. 

“You’re not okay.”

You go to insist that you’re fine, but as your mouth opens, you’re cut off. 

“You’re not okay.”

And something, somewhere breaks. You throw towards Lucy, tears already dripping off of your face. You bury your head into her chest, your breath stuttering. She doesn’t know what to do. 

“That’s it, get it all out,” she says. 

She pulls you to be sitting in her lap, facing her as she hugs your body tightly. Your head is pressed into her neck, the skin instantly turning wet. 

“Good, get it all out. Nice, deep breaths. Good girl, big breaths. Keep taking those nice, big breaths. You’re going to be okay, everything’s going to be okay. I’m right here, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”

She continues speaking quietly to you, the words soothing. One of her hands is cradling the back of your head, the other running firmly up and down your back. The pressure helps calm you, and Lucy knows this. It’s also the reason that her cheek is pressed to the top of your head, grounding you. 

Lucy knows you. And Lucy’s here. She’s not going anywhere, firmly connected to you now. 

#woso imagine #woso imagines #womens soccer #reader insert #woso x reader #woso #woso soccer #england wnt #england #barca femeni #barca #barcelona femeni #fc barca #fc barcelona #lucy bronze

[sweetandgentlecreature]

The Old Ball and Chain

Authors Note: So, uh…Was laying down to go to bed and had a thought. Definitely not quite my usual content, so I’m not going to add my taglist just in case this is too heavy for some readers. (Can you tell what part of my cycle I’m in?)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Warnings: Simulated Dubcon, Bondage, Brief mentions of fingering (female receiving), and Unprotected p-in-v sex. I am an adult, and due to the nature of this content, all works created by me will be rated for those 18 years and older. Minors, DNI.

Time passes slowly when you can’t see the clock on the wall, ticking down to an undetermined amount of time spent on the bench. Ass hanging off of the edge, knees bent, ankles shackled and held aloft by cold chains anchored to the outside of the plywood partition. The hole is just wide enough for my bottom half to fit through, the opening carefully carved and wrapped in foam and leather for my comfort. Wouldn’t want to get a splinter, of course.

The room is dim and cold. Goosebumps dance and scamper up and down my arms, and I can’t tell if I’m shivering through the cold or in anticipation for what’s to come. Soon, the unmistakable sound of tires tracking through gravel tells me what I need to know. The engine comes to a stop just outside of the door, followed by heavy foot falls crunching their way up the path. My breath catches in my throat, and I swallow hard to calm my anxious nerves. The door opens as he steps inside, then closes with a heavy thud behind him. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t have to. That’s not a part of the agreement anyway. Ragged breath from the heaving chest of the beast on the other side of the wall paints a picture in my mind. He’s been thinking about this all day.

Rubber boot soles thud across the concrete floor with each determined stride, until he stands (what I presume is) before me. Slow, deep breaths in through the nose and out through the mouth pour over my bare skin and light me ablaze. When I close my eyes, I imagine the look on his face. Brow furrowed, eyes dark with lust, sizing me up as I lay open for him like a feast to be devoured.

He touches me, warm, calloused fingertips pressing at the inside of my knees to open them wider as he takes his stance between them. Still quiet, still focused, he runs them up my thigh, nice and slow, until they reach their sticky and sweet destination. I gasp as the crassness of his ministrations when I feel him pinch the lips of my quivering pussy between his forefinger and thumb, not too hard, just enough to bring my wetness to the surface. My cup runneth over and spills to the floor with the pitter-patter of a soft summer rain. Heat rises in my face, but before I can react, he slides a thick finger through my petals to collect the nectar, then slips it inside of me.

The intrusion, albeit a surprise thanks to the division between us, is a welcomed one, and I hum in delight as he explores. It’s a test, and it seems that I’ve passed when he takes it away again. My heart pounds in my chest and rings in my ears as I wait for his next move. Digging my nails into the wood beneath me, the anticipation is almost too much to stand, when… no. Surely he isn’t…but then he does it again. Slow, deep, and heavy, he takes another breath, then sighs in relief. I close my eyes when I hear him suck his fingers clean. I must be good enough to eat.

The rattle of what I can only guess is his belt loosening makes me shutter, followed by the soft pop of the button and the slow downward zip of his fly. He parts my swollen lips with the tip of his cock, hot and heavy against my eager flesh as he slides it through my folds to collect more wetness. One hand holds my leg as the other is braced against the partition as he brings it down to slowly insert himself inside of me.

It’s a snug fit, and the sting of the stretch to fit around him is delicious. A breathy little moan escapes my dry, parted lips as he settles inside of me. He’s patient enough to let me adjust, but the man is no saint. It’s not long before he draws himself out again, then thrusts inside once more. Again and again, slow at first but quickly gaining momentum, the chains that hold me aloft rattle against the board with each drive of his hips against mine. He chooses the tempo, and I buck my hips up to meet it.

Hard, harder, harder; fast, faster, faster, he keeps going. His breath is uneven and ragged as he seeks out his climax. My thighs tremble around him, toes flexing and curling with each deep thrust until I’m seeing stars. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he grunts, loud and thunderous as he comes undone. buried to the hilt deep inside of me. He stills, hands trembling as they support beneath my knees, and he doesn’t move until he’s finished. Sweat drips from my nose and I wipe it away with the back of my hand as he pulls away, leaving me full of his spent and dripping onto the table beneath me. My body aches, and pin-prickles burn the soles of my feet as I wiggle my toes for relief. Just then, the hinges of the barrier between us squeak as he drops the top half down to peer at me from his side of the wall.

“Fuck, baby. That was better than I ever imagined it could be.”

Nimble fingers work to loosen the snares on my ankles one by one, and he catches my feet, lowering them slowly to lessen the strain as I sit upright again. Giggling softly, I brush my sweat-dampened hair from my eyes.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?”

For weeks, we’d been practicing. Endless midnight conversations about the ins and outs of how this would work, evenings after work spent in the shop crafting the perfect platform to suit our needs. All of it leading up to the big show, and now it was over.

Sy grabs my foot, then the other, and begins massaging life back into them again. Once he’s done, he disappears to the sink in the corner of the garage to wet a wash rag with warm water to clean us up again. I wince as he glides it between my legs, but only for a moment, when he drops to his knees to get a better look. Rough whisker kisses brush along the inside of my thighs as he slowly works his way down, humming softly to himself as he takes his sweet time.

“You did so good,” he croons, beaming with pride as he takes care to wipe up the mess he’d left behind. With one final swipe, he tosses the rag towards the sink again and buried his head between my knees to make me shutter once more.

When his eyes meet mine, through a bramble of thick, dark lashes, I know that this is far from over. He smiles as he nuzzles against my mound, just as insatiable as the day we met. We share a silent truth in that moment, one that needs no words. I wouldn’t want him any other way.

“Happy Anniversary, Darlin’.”

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[itsclydebitches]

So any thoughts on the news from Rooster Teeth regarding The stuff they're putting on the rooster teeth site?

I've only heard about this all second-hand, but the anthology series in particular has me going "Meh" at best and "Not again" at worst. The latter because (as we're all well aware) RWBY has a long history of dividing up information across its (flexible) canon, rather than consolidating it within the story proper, which makes that story... a mess. So I can perfectly picture a version of Volume 10 where important questions/revelations/world building are glossed over—or outright ignored—and when fans rightly want to know why the main characters aren't getting info about what occurred while they were gone, the answer is, "Oh we heard about that in passing in the side show developed during the hiatus." Emphasis on "we"—the viewers. RWBY tends to assume that if the viewer has certain information then they don't need to repeat that for the characters, despite this being a series where secrets and half-truths abound. And while that's a logistical issue all on its own, it also robs us of the chance to see the characters reacting. I don't want to watch a side installment to figure out what was happening in Remnant during Volume 9, then watch a Volume 10 where I have to assume via twitter announcements that the girls maybe learned about an undetermined amount of that stuff off screen. I want to SEE them learning with us in real time and once we have that framework, yeah, then you can flesh it out with an anthology series. It's far more satisfying to learn alongside Ruby that—as a random example—Sun and Neptune had all these cool adventures as a way of forwarding their friendship, then see those adventures animated down the line. As opposed to seeing it and then going, "I guess Ruby heard about that too? Maybe?? They haven't actually interacted on screen yet though, so...."

Of course, this is likely being done not only to fill the RWBY void, but to get our some of that Volume 10 info (epilogue included) in case the real deal is never green-lit. But again, I'd rather have confirmation. If Volume 10 is never going to arrive then fine, I get it, you publish what you can. But if there is still a chance of it happening then RT is shooting itself in the narrative foot by rushing and telling bits of the story too early. The hook of Volume 9's ending is the shock of seeing everyone semi-united in Vacuo, but still dealing with a myriad of problems. What happened immediately after evacuation? How did people rebuild? When (and why tf) did Ruby become this god-like martyr? Have they already spoken to Theodore? What new plans have been made to combat Salem? There are a lot of questions that arise from a time skip, questions the characters share, but if the audience gets many of those answers before they do AND the show doesn't lean into repeating that information for us to indulge in the characters' emotional reactions to it instead... what little that's currently interesting about Volume 10 goes down the drain.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

[abrunettefangirlnerd]

Apart From You

Request: Reader and JJ are in a relationship despite her father telling her to stay away from him. One day she gets a call from Sarah or Kiara that he’s in the hospital- his dad beat him within an inch of his life. Luckily her dad is somewhere on the mainland for the next two weeks so she can sneak out. She doesn’t leave his bedside for anything but using the bathroom until he can leave the hospital. Maybe he’s in surgery when she gets there, and/or has to have emergency surgery, maybe his heart stops a few times from like internal bleeding or something.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: some language, the beginning of spice that doesn’t lead anywhere, angst but has a fluff ending

Masterslist

“Dad please! Stop!” Your footsteps on the stairs echo along the walls as you storm to your room as your dad rants on and on about how bad of an influence JJ is. Quickly turning around your eyes find his as he starts his ascent up the stairs. “I love him please, try to understand.”

“Sweetheart, I know you think you love him but you’re both too young to understand what that means.”

His voice is softer and the hardness in his eyes melts away. He doesn’t understand. Mom left years ago and he refuses to even think about dating again. It doesn’t matter if you are dating JJ or someone else, he will never approve. You turn around with nothing more to say and plan to stay in your room the rest of the night.

“You are grounded starting now till an undetermined date.” His voice stops you in your tracks. “You can hang out at the country club or anyone else but the pogues and that includes JJ. Consider yourselves broken up.”

               The finality lingers in his voice. You’ve only heard this a handful of times in your life and you know better than to challenge it. There is no negotiating, no changing his mind. The door closes behind you, the sound deafening. You’ve never felt so alone.

You: Steer clear for a while, wait for him to cool down

JJ: Missing you already

               Tears blur the words on your screen. You tell yourself that your dad just needs to cool down. He is one of his moods and he heard about a gun firing off at a boneyard party. It was incredibly stupid of JJ to bring the gun and to actually fire it. But you understand why he did it. John B was drowning at the hands of Topper.

               A week passes and your dad hasn’t let up on the ban. Mostly you just stay at home in your room. You avoid seeing your dad. A day after the ban started, he took your phone so you couldn’t message JJ. He has eyes all over the island that could keep track of where you went, who you spent time with. Dinner time is the only instance you can’t avoid him.

“I have to go to the mainland for two weeks for work.” His eyes bore into yours like he already knows you’re getting an idea. “Ban is still on. Mrs. Sanchez will be checking in on you and you have to tell her if you’re going anywhere. I will still have my eyes on you. But you will get your phone back and I hope I can trust you.”

               You stay silent and continue to eat like you never heard anything. You want your phone back at least so you can contact JJ or any of the pogues. If you still can’t get out to see them, phone communication was the next best thing.

A scraping sound comes our way as your dad slides your phone to you. Your eyes stare at it like it might bite you. Can’t seem too eager for it but you have to be thankful at the same time. Slowly your hand wraps around the device and you slip in into your hoodie pocket.

“Thank you,” your eyes reach his for a respectable amount of eye contact to show your appreciation. “Have a safe trip.”

***

Voicemail #1 : Y/N it is Sarah please call me back! It’s about JJ, it’s an emergency!

Voicemail #2: it’s Kie, Y/N please answer your phone! JJ is in the hospital. It’s not good. Luke… he *sniffles* JJ is in really bad shape.

Voicemail #3: The fact you haven’t answered or showed up means your dad took your phone. Please whenever you get this get your ass over here!

               Your dad gave you your phone last night but didn’t allow a charger till he left the next morning. The girls’ words ring in your ears. The calls are from last night. If your dad gave you the charger you would have known and been there immediately.

               Not caring about the phone now, you leave it behind and grab your car keys. The truck roars to life for the first time in over a week. Tires squeal in a distance, your tires, but the only thing you can focus on is getting to the hospital. Kie mentioned Luke, JJ’s father, which means only one thing. Luke beat JJ, bad enough this time to need medical help.

“JJ Maybank please.” Your voice robotic, in shock.

“Room 0023” the nurse at the front desk informs you. “The ICU.”

               The ICU. That snaps you out of your trance and the next thing you know is you’re running. Passing through the unit doors your eyes skim all the number to find his room. The door is closed and you stop dead in your tracks. Taking moment deep breaths pass in your nose and out your mouth. The beating of your heart is still heard through your ears. Slowly you open the sliding doors to his room, preparing yourself for what you are about to see.

               The room is empty. No bed. No IV pumps. The monitor is set on standby, no one to hook it up to. Why wouldn’t he be in here? The lady at the desk said he was here! What if he is dead? You stop breathing with that last thought before hyperventilating. A nearby nurse notices you in distress and slowly directs you to a chair against the wall.

”Sweetie, he is in surgery.” Her calming voice is a balm in the panic storm of your mind. “Are you related to him?

               You’ve seen this part in movies before. If you don’t say you are in some compacity then they can’t share anything with you. It’s insane because you and the pogues are the family he has but they won’t accept that.

“I’m his cousin… more like siblings really. We grew up together.” The last part is at least the truth. JJ has been in my life since childhood. Were in the same class till your father’s rose up in the company that let you become a kook in middle school. No matter the social status, JJ never stopped being the most important person in your life.

“He was beaten up pretty bad, we suspect a possible hit and run along with a fight. Some facial fractures, a few broken ribs, left femur is broken. Nothing showing up on the scan of his head thankfully. He has some blood collecting in the space around his left lung, the trauma surgeon is placing a chest tube now and they are evacuating blood that is also pooling around his GI tract. But I don’t think they’ll need to wire his jaw shut and I think they’ll be able to take the breathing tube out after surgery as well.”

               The nurse’s words try to settle and make sense but the only thing you can focus on is the fact his own father tried to run him over. A chest tube sounds really serious. A breathing tube? Could he not breathe on his own at one point?

“You can stay in here till they bring him back if you want.”

“Thank you.” You breathed.

               The tears start flowing the second she steps out the door. All the tension and fear is crashing in on you at once. The tension between you and your dad the last week. The worry you always have for JJ getting into trouble without you there to help. The fear that iced your veins the second you saw the room was empty, scared he was dead and you never got to say goodbye. The fear you still have in seeing the full extent of his injuries.

               The sound of wheels and beeping of machines echoes down the hall. A bed pulls into the room with a team of people in blue scrubs. You watch them settle the bed, the pumps, and the monitor before leaving the room. One of the people on the team catches the nurse that spoke to you outside the room and gave what you could only assume was updates on how it all went.

               Your eyes gaze over towards the bed. Getting closer you see JJ laying there like he is asleep. He has a slight crease between his brows like he normally does when he is dreaming. You pray that he isn’t in any pain right now.

“JJ?” You gasp and rush to his side. Taking a seat on the side of the bed instantly your hand finds his while your other runs it’s fingers through his blood matted hair. A sob tightens in your throat as you try to speak. “It’s going to be okay, you’re okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

               The nurse is telling you how the surgery went and that they are just waiting for him to wake up. He got a lot of pain medications before heading over but he is responsive so they aren’t worried about his airway. She is trying her best to explain what things mean and being assuring that they are doing everything to help him. By the look in her eyes you think she knows you’re not actually his cousin but she doesn’t’ say anything and neither do you.

“Do you know how we can get in touch with his father?” She asks you next. Yeah the end of a bottle somewhere, hopefully in the bottom of a ditch.

“I think he is working on the mainland. I forgot my phone so I don’t have the number on me.”

               She leaves you be after that. Occasionally coming in and out as she needs for various assessments and administering medications. You just stay where you are and continue to watch the rise and fall of his chest. Your eyes on occasion falling on the chest tube and following down to the drain.

“Hey princess.”

               Your eyes meet JJ’s. Despite the pain he must be in, he sends his signature smile your way. Instead of smiling a sob escape past your lips. Your free hand tries to shield your face so JJ doesn’t have to see you cry.

“No princess, don’t cry. I’m okay. Promise.” JJ squeezes your hand. “Your dad is going to be pissed you’re here.”

“I don’t care. He is on the mainland for two weeks but even if he wasn’t I’m not leaving here till you do.”

               JJ doesn’t argue with you and you stick to your word. You stay the night there and only leave to use the restroom. Occasionally taking a sponge bath in the sink. The girls bring extra clothes for you when they come visit.

“Careful, I think I’m being spoiled.” JJ groans in satisfaction as you poor some warm water over his head. The nurse gave you a basin with some shampoo so you could wash the blood out of his hair. It has been almost a week and the doctor took out the chest tube yesterday.

“I think you’re entitled to a little spoiling.” Your voice is lighter than it has been in days. Leaning over, you press your lips to his forehead.

“I only want to be spoiled by you.” JJ whispers, his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the warm water and your fingers running through his hair.

               Finishing up, you take a towel and massage his head, trying to wring out as much water as you can before combing it. JJ protests and begs for you to just run your fingers in his hair instead. A request you complete knowing that JJ’s hair has always looked a mess no matter what. Messy is its natural state of being, as is the beautiful boy laying in front of you.

“How did I get so lucky?” JJ’s eyes gaze into yours like his looking at a piece of art.

“I think you’re getting delirious from all the pain medicine.” You can’t help but giggle, letting your hair fall on your face to shield the blush betraying you.

“Don’t hide from me, please.” His words lock up in his throat and you notice a sheen over his eyes. “You’re beautiful, even when you’re embarrassed. I’m sorry about the gun. I will never admit this to anyone else but it was stupid… I’m stupid. It cost me you, anything that does is not worth it.”

               If JJ wanted to say more he couldn’t. Your lips find his with a tender kiss. JJ’s tongue dances across your lower lip, asking for more. Parting your lips you both begin to explore each other. Your body is on fire and JJ is the only thing that can be your salvation. JJ’s hands find your waist and guide you to straddle him. Careful, you maintain distance between your bodies, scared that any change in position could bring him pain.

“I wish I wasn’t in the hospital,” JJ gowls. “Or I’d have you on your back and naked in three seconds.”

“I think you’re overestimat- oh fuck!” JJ’s tongue trails down your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot.

“You were saying?”

               You can hear JJ’s smug smirk rolling off his tongue against your skin. One hand remains firmly on your hip while he trials his fingers so gently up your torso, shivers ignite in their wake. He takes his time, leaving incoherent shapes before reaching his desired destination. Fighting a whimper, you bite your lip as JJ’s hands play with your breast, his thumb ever so gently grazing your sensitive nipple, as his tongue continues at it third favorite spot.

“You’re right,” JJ pants out of breath. “I do like to play with my food before I eat.”

               JJ’s lips leave your neck, refocusing on a new territory. You notice the labor behind his breathing. Glancing up at the monitor you have a feeling that his elevated heart rate is in part for the excitement of being together like this again but also from pain. His warm wet tongue distracts you from your thoughts as it runs down the center of your chest, grazing the inside crevasse of each breast.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” JJ breathes between every few words. “But I think I have to stop.”

“I’ll let the nurse know you’re ready for more pain medicine.” Your lips brush his forehead, not trusting either of you for another kiss. Carefully and quickly, you climb off of him and head for the door. “When I get back we are watching a trashy hospital cable movie and cuddling. Keep your hands to yourself this time.”

“Movie and cuddling, yes. But the last part is asking too much of me. I have to make up time being apart from you.” His signature wink flies toward you and you can’t wait for the day you get to take him out of this place. Not just the hospital but away from his dad, away from your dad, maybe from the outer banks all together. As long as you two are together and there is no one there to break you apart.

@stu-machers-girl

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[bellafragolina]

Can I request Adaman and Irida comforting homesick reader

heyo! you didn't specify separate so i assumed it was at the same time! hope that's okay

🍓🍓🍓

For all their love to argue over Sinnoh, time and space, Adaman and Irida are always ready and eager to set aside their differences for your sake. Seeing you in the village together, sporting injuries, they take to fussing with surprising agreeableness. When you were exiled from Jubilife, they were quick to find you and fret over you without even a word of anger towards one another, all their ire focused on Kamado to have done this to you. Not even when you pick one to accompany you do they say anything, only bickering about it when you’re not around

With things settled and you back to your normal mission of just filling out the dex, Irida and Adaman get along better than ever. Their common ground of loving you dearly helps them, and they come together when one notices your shoulders sagging, the lack of genuine brightness in your eyes and your smile. They approach together, hands gentle as their words are soft. They coax you to tell them your woes, and when you do, they find themselves at a loss

Homesickness is not something either has really experienced. Sure, they’ve missed their clans, but that was with the knowledge of their home being a few days trip away. Your home is out of your reach for an undetermined amount of time, and as much as you love Hisui, you long for what you can remember. And they understand.

Irida takes you into her arms, rocking you side to side as you cry or vent or whatever you need. She pets your head, and promises you over and over that both the Pearl and Diamond Clans are happy to help you in your goal to get home. Whatever you need, shelter or information, they will help how they can. Rare Pokémon in the area? Irida herself will guide you to them and help you study them with the tips and tricks she grew up with passed on to you.

Adaman hugs you as well, far tighter than Irida. He clings to you, wanting to squeeze away your sadness, but aware he can’t. Instead, he offers distraction. He has plenty of silly tales to share, about himself, his clan, or even about Irida (though she shouts and stammers over him sharing such embarrassing stories). He’s a big brother of the clan, despite being younger than Mai, and he tickles you and tells silly jokes until you crack a smile again

Together, Irida and Adaman do their best to soothe your aching heart. Whether with reassurance or distraction, they give it all to you. After your dedication to them and their nobles despite being foreign of this place, they owe you that at least. They adore you sorely, and want you happy and safe.

🍓🍓🍓

In the car headed home from the airport eyo

~Renee

#irida x reader #adaman x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[insanitybl00m]

Heaven’s Not Close in a Place Like This

Chapter One - Partners

AU CREATED BY @31nightshade AND WRITTEN BY ME :3

Missa loved fidgeting with his soul fire bracelet that Niki made him. The beads clicked together and it helped him take his mind off of the impending doom. 

The egg project.

The councilors tried to create a “bonding experience” to help bring the students together with a common goal. It was also meant to serve as a sort of future life preparation of sorts.

Pairs or groups were randomly assigned and an egg was given to them. They would serve as pseudo-parents for an undetermined amount of time— the councilors never disclosed when it would end and they said it was “to keep everyone on their toes.”

Missa just hoped he got paired with someone nice.

“Hey Missa!” A hand pressed into his shoulder.

Missa flinched as he eyed Bad. “Please stop doing that.”

“We’re going to crush the Bolas eggs, Am I right?” Bad showed off his sharp teeth with a smirk. He walked off without an answer while Missa steadied his breath.

The body of soulfire. Without Tina and Tubbo to keep him in check he terrified most of the students. Including Missa. At times he even felt like he was Bad’s personal entertainment. He loved to frighten him.

The bell rang, ushering the crowd of teenagers into their classrooms. 

The head counselor was standing at the front of the room. Her beaming smile did nothing to affect the groans of the students as she started to read out the list. 

Missa only started listening when he heard his name. 

“Missa you’re partnered with Phil.” Missa caught the eyes of Phil. He stared right at Missa almost like he was trying to figure him out like a jigsaw before looking back at his open notebook.

Counselor Elena finished the list of names before telling everyone to move to sit next to their partners. 

Bad raised his hand before everyone started their chaos of moving around and complaining about who they were partnered with. “Ms. Elena I wasn’t assigned a partner.”

She looked back down at her list. “You can either join a pair or you can work by yourself.” He grinned. 

“I’ll work by myself thanks Ms. Elena.”

Yells of complaints colored the air.

“I’m partnered with Kameto Ms. Elena! How is that fair he’s always skipping!”

Ms. Elena sighed. “Pierre, pairs are final. If anyone has any requests to change due to extreme circumstances we will open requests tomorrow. Now go sit with your partners.”

Missa got up and moved his stuff so that he was sitting next to Phil. Bad was sitting across the table from them.

“I’m bound to get extra credit for this right?” Bad said. “Bet my egg will live longer with one person.”

Phil glared at Bad. “Fuck that.” He raised his voice. “Ms. Elena, can we have two eggs?”

She seemed overjoyed that someone wanted to participate.

“Of course! I’ll give you and Missa two when I’m passing them around!”

Missa didn’t like being trapped between Bad and Phil. Each of them looked ready to kill the other. 

The tension only eased when Ms. Elena handed Missa two eggs. 

“These aren’t just eggs, they each need their own unique personality. Your first assignment is to give them a personality by combining you and your partner's interests. Then you will give them one item to identify them from the other eggs!” Ms. Elena announced as she handed out the final eggs.

The room was filled with chatter. Bad started scribbling down notes on his paper. 

“So I’m Phil, sorry for getting you involved with double the work,” He smiled like he was a little proud of himself despite what he was saying.

“I’m Missa. It’s not an issue with me.”

“Great! So what do you want to name them?” Missa stared at the eggs. 

“Well Chayanne is the name of a Spanish singer…”

“Oh, is that a singer you like?” 

Missa laughed. “Not really, he’s more like the singer that every latino mom has a crush on. I thought it was silly.”

“Well Chayanne works, what about the other one?”

“I named the first one, you should name the other one.”

Phil paused. “Lullah? Like Tallulah but shorter.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

Phil pulled out a piece of paper from his notebook. “Lullah and Chayanne. What would they look like?”

“Chayanne would look like you and Lullah would look like me.”

Phil wrote that down in perfectly neat handwriting that made Missa’s practiced writing look like chicken scratch.

“Lullah would be a girl and Chayanne would be a boy right?”

“That’s what I was thinking.” Phil pushed back his sleeves that flowed with sheer lace, revealing a small tattoo on the underside of his wrist. “You have a tattoo?” 

Phil stared at Missa. “Yes? Is that an issue?”

“No, I just didn’t expect you to have a tattoo. It’s cool.”

“Thanks. It’s a reminder of a friend.”

Phil seemed tense, like he didn’t want any more questions so Missa dropped the subject. “What do you think they would enjoy?”

“Well, I like sketching—“

“And starting fights.” Bad chimed in, looking to Missa for him to laugh.

Phil nearly lunged at Bad. “Get out of my face.”

“Careful there Philza, don’t want to get into another fight with me, we both know you’ll end up with a black eye again.”

Phil scowled before busying himself with his notebook.

Bad laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

Missa hated the tension and he unconsciously started fidgeting with his bracelet.

Phil turned his attention back on Missa. “Don’t let him get near our eggs.”

“I won’t.”

“Great, you give them traits I’ll be right back.” Phil stood up and left Missa alone with the paper and two eggs.

“You need to stop being so afraid of an easy fight.”

“What?” Missa locked eyes with Bad. 

“You’re anxious, you have nervous habits. If Phil and I did happen to get into a fight you would side with me. And you hate that because as much as you hate that your loyalties lie with me because I’m a part of soulfire. Despite all of that your loyalty is one of your strongest traits. I can count on you in a fight because you side with whoever manages to capture your loyalty. And I saved you from those wolves .” Missa shuddered at the mention of the incident that happened months ago. 

He busied himself with decorating the eggs, ignoring Bad’s eyes.

#qsmp #pissa nation #pissa #qsmp pissa #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #insanitybl00m #ASAU

[bee-dot-exe]

Surprise @pianolote!

I got this idea after a BBH stream and thought it would be fun to write anyway, then I remembered it would probably work really well with your request.

Not directly trying to imply or headcannon he's neurodivergent, but I am and experience similar things, and this unintentionally helped me to write both perspectives.

Happy holidays everyone, I hope you enjoy.

And thank you for putting this event together @mcytblrholidayexchange!

Fidget

1,147 words

Possible dissociation possible panic attack a and non verbal episode warnings I guess?

"Wait, where are you going, don't you think this is cool?"

I asked smiling as we ran towards the elevator.

"Why would you make this?"

They asked with a slightly quivering voice.

"Cause it was like our little slice of Heaven while we were in Hell!"

We reached the elevator block and teleported out of the room, they spun on their heels, and looked me in the eyes.

"I think you might have finally lost it."

And they ran out of the building above my creation.

While I was left standing silent and frozen.

I did it again. I don't know what I did. But I did it again.

Why does no one think this is as nice to be in as me? Why does no one want to stay? Why does no one think I did a good job?

I made a mistake. This is a mistake. I'm a mistake.

My ears were ringing, not like the sound of a bell, but the continuous single note of otherwise silence and disuse and the rushing of blood traveling through my body.

Someone had severed my vocal chords, and then took a needle to sew my lips closed just to be safe.

All the breath that had not yet been stolen passed through the void that was my throat, passing through the chasm swiftly and quietly, cold like ice.

"Bad?"

Oh. A voice. I don't know who or where it was coming from. But it was real. I think.

"What's going on, buddy?"

I'm someone's buddy?

"Hey, are you cold? You're shaking a little bit."

Oh. I guess I am. No, I'm not cold.

"Not feeling like talking right now? That's okay, I get it, some quiet time doesn't hurt."

I want to, I should be able to, but I can't. Can't whoever that is see that someone or something took away that ability? I tried to say something, make any kind of noise really, but I could only feel cold air where the heavy feeling of words usually were.

"Hey, don't force yourself, I understand. Can you nod or shake your head?"

I think so.

"Hey, there we go, good job."

I guess I nodded.

"Did something happen?"

Nod.

"Do you need anything?"

Shake.

"Do you wanna sit down?"

Nod.

"Can I touch you so we can sit down?"

Nod.

I felt something, I'm guessing it was whoever was talking's hands, on both my shoulders, and they helped sit me down.

"There we go. Do you want me to leave?"

Shake.

"Can I sit next to you?"

Nod.

So they did.

It was a strange sensation.

My vision hadn't blacked out, I could still see things happening around me, but it was kind of blurred around the edges, like a dream almost.

Same for my hearing, I knew there were probably sounds coming from the person sitting next to me and from myself and from the other life around us, but it almost sounded like tv static.

I came back to earth, in a way, after an undetermined amount of time, and regained my senses.

The ground I was sitting on was hard, of course it was, it's the ground.

I reached my hand out from sitting in my lap, curled into a fist and playing absentmindedly with a bit of my cloak, expecting to find the smooth floor at my fingertips, and instead brushing against soft grass. I lifted my head and looked around, expecting to see walls and decor, instead landing my eyes on other building structures and landscape. I plucked a flower that was growing with a small collection of others in arms reach and began to play with the delicate petals.

When did I get outside? Oh right someone was with me. When did we get outside?

My throat didn't feel as cold or empty, so I tried to clear it, testing the ability to make noise again, and apparently succeeded.

"Hey buddy."

Big eyes. Kind smile. Chiseled jawline.

"Foolish."

"The one and only. Feeling any better?"

I cleared my throat and let my eyes wander to the flowers again.

"Not totally up for taking yet still?"

"It's fine. Just. Don't know what to say."

"Would questions help?"

"Okay."

"Do you know what made you feel like this quiet time needed to happen?"

"Mhm."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Maybe. Not right now though. Is that okay?"

"Course it is. Doesn't have to be any of my business if you don't want it to be. Wanna sit here a bit longer?"

"Okay."

I continued to fidget by messing with and picking at the skin around my fingers, because I didn't know what else to do, until my hands were gently separated.

I was confused and mentally searched for something to do with my source of physical stimming suddenly gone, until something was placed in my hands, a flower.

Foolish had moved to sit in front of instead of beside me, and was just moving his hands from hovering above mine after placing the flower, which I gently started to use as a fidget instead.

"Sorry. Just didn't want you to hurt yourself."

We made eye contact.

"I wasn't. I don't think."

He paused, mouth slightly agape.

"Oh. That's okay. Doesn't that feel better to mess with though?"

I moved the fingers on one hand to grasp the flower, the other five fingers brushing against the petals, gently taking in as much detail as I could.

"Maybe."

His eyes dropped slightly but his smile was still soft.

"Okay. I can work with that."

I continued to stim, occasionally glancing from the flower to Foolish, who's eyes searched the landscape, which I appreciated, being perceived in general isn't the greatest feeling but especially in moments like this, I cleared my throat to let him know it was okay to make eye contact again.

"Hi Bad."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"I don't know. Everything. What I did."

"What did you do?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but stopped to consider the question. What did I do? Why was I apologizing? He must have seen the cogs in my brain turning so he spoke up.

"Are you apologizing because you think you should or because you know you should?"

"I think."

"I think so too. Why do you think you should? Because I think whatever you're feeling or whatever thoughts are playing pinball inside that head of yours just means you're alive."

My mouth stayed open like I was going to respond, but I didn't try saying anything, I just put down the flower.

"Foolish."

"Mhm?"

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him.

"Oh. Guess we're hugging. Okay."

My grasp loosened slightly in uncertainty. I should have asked. But he didn't loosen his, it actually got a bit tighter.

I guess this was okay. I guess I did okay. I guess I would be okay.

#mcyt #qsmp #badboyhalo #foolish gamers #mcytholidayexchange2023 #fanfic #creative writing

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The Heist

Start here if you're new to this. Or simply prefer to read from the beginning for kicks.

Chapter 12

Covert Eyes

Zabini’s rich brown eyes narrowed in on Draco.

Currently, Zabini was propped onto the arm of the couch while Draco was laid out across his favorite chair, a bowl of almonds in his lap. Dry roasted and lightly salted.

Granger had handed him the bowl upon entry before she went back to scribbling notes into a book at his desk. She had arrived early that afternoon, sometimes before Draco wandered in. Zabini had arrived five minutes later.

Theo was currently on his hands and knees, searching underneath the sofa for a ring he had dropped.

“You tripped the alarms.” Zabini stated the fact and Draco tossed an almond into his mouth and bit down.

“We did.” Theo said from under the couch.

“And you stole the Trumpington—”

“Volume, Zabini.” Draco drawled and flicked his eyes over to Granger, still furiously writing in her book. What she wrote, Draco had no clue.

Zabini reduced his voice to a whisper yell, rather than a full volume bellow. “You stole the Trumpington Cross?”

Theo pulled from under the couch, sliding a gold and ruby ring onto his thumb. “That was a rouse. We’ll return it.”

“Eventually.” Draco added with a grin.

Zabini paused and leaned back, crossing his ankle over his knee. “I want it.”

Granger scoffed. “I knew it.” She murmured the words and her pen stopped scratching over the book pages in front of her.

“You did?” Theo lifted a brow as he pushed himself to his feet.

“Of course.” She tossed her pen onto the desk and leaned back in her chair. “You want a muggle artifact. This Wand is possibly magic, though I haven’t felt a hint of magic emanating from it.”

“Why don’t we try casting with it?” Draco plucked an almond from the bowl and looked at it, the tiny specks of salt glinting off the light of her office.

“Yes, lets!” Theo grinned. “A good ol’ fashion Wingardium Leviosa!”

Granger snorted again. “I already tried.”

“When?”

“Last night, of course.” She sniffed and stood from her desk, turning her attention to Zabini. “You can’t keep it.”

“But it’s so interesting.” Blaise grinned and stood from the couch to face Granger.

“You can study it,” Granger allowed, lifting her hand and summoning the Wand. “But you have to take this.”

“I get both?” He looked skeptical.

Draco continued to enjoy his snack while Theo settled into the couch, yawning.

“You get to keep the wand, and you can borrow the Cross for an undetermined amount of time.” She lifted her other hand, summoning the cross. Draco didn’t know where she hid the Wand, but the Cross had been securely resting in his inside coat pocket. Preservation charm still intact, of course.

Zabini took a step toward her.

“But,” she held the items close to her chest. Zabini froze. “We get full access to your manor in Surrey.”

“I already agreed to that.” Zabini waved a hand, mildly impatient.

“We don’t want your staff there and we want your full cooperation.”

“Yes, Granger. Take it.” His eyes were hungry as they looked at the artifacts in her hands. “Anything else?”

She pursed her lips and her eyes were full of something cunning that caused Draco’s cock to do that thing where it twitched with desire. A bodily reaction that was connected to his brain.

“How well do you know B. Nolan Flamel?”

Theo choked. “Grang-” She shot him a look that sufficiently shut him up.

Blaise shrugged. “Only in passing. I don’t spend much time in Surrey but I have attended several events that he has attended.”

“How willing are you to get to know him a little better?”

Blaise grinned at Granger and, again, eyed those priceless artifacts she held against her bosom. “However willing I need to be, sweetheart.”

Granger nodded. “Are you attending the gala next weekend?”

“Flamels? I thought about it. Should I reconsider that trip to Spain that I was invited on?”

She nodded and held the items out to inspect them. “It would be in your best interest to attend the event and run into me while I small talked Flamel.”

“Sounds lovely. I look forward to it. Will these two be attending?” He hitched a thumb over his shoulder, and Draco raised an eyebrow in interest. Theo rolled his eyes, utterly over Zabini. The two, Draco recalled, never quite got along all that well in school either. Theo always found Zabini’s pretentious demeanor quite annoying. He thought his family quite important. Not in the same way Nott’s own father thought his name was something important, of course. Zabini touted money and accomplishments while Nott’s family really rode that pureblood horse around.

She nodded. “They’re my dates, of course they are.”

Zabini nodded. “Then consider me there, Granger. And consider me at your disposal.” He bowed at the waist and Granger smiled at him. It wasn’t the crooked and bright ones she lobbed at him or Theo. It was the kind of smile, he realized, she wore as a mask. Never allowing the smile to reach her eyes, she used to to disarm others, while keeping her own guard up.

When Blaise straightened, Granger held out the two items for him and allowed him to disappear with them out the door Draco's study.

“I cannot believe we just gave Blaise Zabini two priceless items we worked our asses off to get.” Theo sulked the second the floo flared with his departure.

“Look at it this way,” Draco told him. “When all of this Flamel business is over with, and we are bored and looking for something to do...”

Theo grinned. “We can get them back.” Theo raised his eyebrows at Granger as she settled onto the arm of the couch where Zabini had been moments earlier.

“We wont need to steal those. Zabini will be compliant to our needs in the future, I’m sure of it.”

Draco sent the bowl of almonds afloat, allowing them to settle on the table between him and the couch. “What spell did you try with the Wand?” He asked Granger.

“Wingardium Leviosa.” She admitted and bit into her lower lip.

Draco and Theo chuckled.

“Harry and Ginny secured an invite, by the way.”

“To the Gala?” Theo patted cushion beside him and scooted over for her to slide onto it.

“Yes,” She looked over at Draco. “Could you replicate theirs? We still need one for Teddy.”

“Of course.” Draco smiled at her.

“What about Seamus?” Theo threw his am onto the back of the sofa, just behind her as he propped his feet onto the coffee table, just beside Draco’s bowl of almonds.

“I have something planned for Seamus.” Draco pushed himself to his feet. “We need to get Seamus in before the gala.”

“What do you have planned?” Granger eyed him. And the tall form of his body, appreciatively. Her eyes dragged up his torso, brushed over his shoulders before finally settling on his mouth.

“Potter has a rather rare item in his possession that I think Seamus could put to good use on Monday.”

“How do you know about that?” She twitched in her seat causing Draco and Theo to grin.

“What good thief doesn’t know about the legend of Potter’s cloak?”

Granger looked at Theo, pointedly. “You never told me you knew.”

He shrugged and ran a finger along his lower lip. “It didn’t seem relevant. Besides, I figured if you could access it, you would have many times during our work together.”

“Well, what makes you think I can access it, now?” She glared up at Draco who smiled warmly down at her.

“Because it would really help Seamus set up the equipment he needs to access Flamel’s security cameras and keep an eye on all locks in the house.”

“Harry guards that thing with his life. It saved our lives multiple times!” She looked flustered.

Draco came around the coffee table and sat on the edge of it, putting him near eye-level with her. “You’re charming when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.” She lifted her chin.

“Even more so when you lie.” Theo lifted his brows, his grin growing to match Draco’s. He pulled his feet from the coffee table and readjusted himself to face her.

“I am not—” she shook her head. “That cloak is the only one of its kind. I cannot risk it with Seamus!” She practically shrieked.

“What’s so special about that cloak, Granger?” Draco was leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. Her own knees so close to his hands as he lowered them.

Theo was leaning into her body from the left.

“Stop crowding me.”

“Seamus needs those things in place.” Theo pushed.

She sighed, as they refused to give her more space. “Ask Harry yourself.” She finally hissed.

Draco grinned at her but didn’t pull away.

“He may let Seamus do it if he goes with him.” She added and shifted, still unsure of how to deal with the sudden proximity of her two thieves.

“You’ll tell us, eventually, what makes that cloak so special.” Theo pulled away and leaned into the arm of the couch on his side.

Draco nodded. “You’re full of little surprises, aren’t you?”

She scoffed. “You’re one to talk.”

He lifted a brow in question.

“Knowledge of Muggle things like books and art and cell phones.” She nodded at him, almost accusingly.

“Does that bother you?” He leaned back and picked out an almond from the bowl.

“No.” She looked over at Theo. But then she — yes, there! She blushed and Draco felt unmistakable triumph.

Draco watched her, the room falling quiet as she ran her hand through her hair, over and over. Since the return of Granger into his life, he had yet to see her so...fidgety.

He found it as desirable as the lift of her lips or the spark of joy in her eyes when he would make her laugh. As endearing as her little snorts and incessant, informative ramblings.

He knew his eyes were warm as he stared down at her, he knew that around her, he tended to wear his emotions quite plainly.

And so when Theo cleared his throat, he didn’t immediately pull his gaze from her as he turned to look at Theo.

“Shall we do dinner?”

Granger looked at Theo. “What do you feel like?”

“Something sexy.” He shrugged and pushed to his feet. He held his hand out to her.

She chuckled and slid her hand into his. “What kind of food is considered sexy?” She stood, holding Theo’s hand and it put her directly in front of Draco, the warmth of her body radiating of her.

He watched her hold a breath as her chest brushed his and as he lifted a hand to run a finger over the gold chain of her necklace. He smiled when she lifted her chin, allowing him the access. “Dessert.”

Granger’s chest was now rising, the pace increasing as Theo’s fingers danced over her palm and Draco’s over her pulse.

She closed her eyes and Draco licked his lips because he knew this was an offering. The kiss he so desperately wanted to take from her, was there for him. She was practically forcing his head to lower to hers.

A sudden pecking at the window behind his desk jolted them out of their moment, Granger gasping and jumping forward. Her chest pressed into his and her hand pulled from Theo’s.

She turned to the window and they beheld a large, tawny owl perched and waiting.

Granger pulled away from them and moved to let the pest in.

In it’s talon, it held a large ornate key on a string attached to a white envelope. In an elegant script, was Granger’s name.

She opened the envelope while Theo fetched moved to find a treat for the owl.

“It’s from Zabini. He says the staff have vacated the house. Says it’s all ours.” She grinned and handed Draco the envelope.

He unhooked the key from the string and hand it to her. “What are you writing in that book of yours?” He looked down at the desk but found the open book blank, not a trace of penmanship on the pages.

She shrugged and reached over the desk to close her book. Picking it up, she slid it into her little black purse.

Draco stared at the charmed bag and remembered something. “You took my book.”

Her eyes snapped up to his as she moved to her favorite corner of the desk. His desk.

“What are you talking about?” She avoided him, watching Theo pull out a owl treat. He fed the bird with affection before sending the thing on its way.

“That day in my study, you took a particular book. You know, “ He stepped closer to her and grinned. “Green binding, lots of photographs.”

Her cheeks burned, her eyes flicking back to his. “I borrowed it. There’s a difference.”

Draco was standing in between her legs now, the corner of his desk jutting into his thigh. “For research purposes?” He lifted a brow and watched as she grinned, crooked and bright and open.

“Exactly.”

“Please tell me you’ve yet to test any of the information out with anyone.” He was smiling, but he meant it. If he learned of her using any sexual positions mentioned in the book with anyone but himself well, it was safe to say Draco would have been thoroughly put out.

“I haven’t.”

“Allow me to volunteer,” Theo grinned from his spot on the other side of the desk, eyeing the two of them.

Draco lifted a brow at her, not taking his gaze away from hers. “You need not even ask, Granger.” He smirked and placed his hand onto the desk behind her.

He had determined, the first time she sat her perfect read end atop his desk, that he would have to take advantage of it one day.

Perhaps the first time he kissed her would be here, with her perched on his desk, moving from her mouth to her neck to her chest, to her perfect round breasts. Or maybe he would go down on her, pulling her to the edge of the desk with him on his knees. Or maybe he would tell her all of the secrets he kept inside while he sat behind his desk and her here, sitting in her favorite spot.

She laughed and it was low and throaty. “Don't be silly.”

Draco pulled away from her and looked at the old clock over the fireplace. “We can still have dessert and be back to start packing up for Zabini’s before dinner.”

Theo chuckled and shook his head.

“I heart the Melting Cauldron has a raspberry chocolate fondue available.” Granger said thoughtfully as she hopped off his desk.

“You know the way into my heart, Granger.” He slid his hands into his pockets.

Her eyes dropped to the floor and she looked rather serious if only for a split second. It was a micromomentary expression that Draco spent the rest of the afternoon dissecting and analyzing.

#my writing #fanfic #dramione #dramione fanfic #harry potter #hermione granger #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #hermione x draco #idiots in love #draco and theo #theomione #theo nott #theo and hermione #theo x hermione #draco fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #hermione #dramione fan fiction #dramione art #dramione fandom #dramione fanart #dramione ship #dramione fic

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Random 1 am Skylanders/Legend of Spyro Crossover Idea

Plot bunnies attacked me at 1 in the morning, and I had to write it somewhere before it escaped my brain.

Basically, what if the Legend of Spyro trilogy and the Skylanders series were the same timeline? My more in-depth ideas are below the cut.

So after Spyro puts the world back together in the wake of the whole Destroyer debacle, he and Cynder end up in a weird time dilation purgatory(this is important, so bear with me).

In the wake of what happened, the Skylands begin to form from the floating pieces of the planet Spyro didn't quite pull back in. Later, the Skylands are fully formed.

Eventually, Spyro and Cynder are believed to have sacrificed their lives to stop Malefor; their names and stories immortalized by those they fought beside, and passed down through the ages.

Eventually, the Skylanders form as evil reemerges, a group of individuals coming together to follow in the Skylands' first heroes' steps and protect the world.

Spyro and Cynder finally emerge from Time Dilation Purgatory an undetermined amount of time before the Core of Light is destroyed by Kaos. For them, about ten years have passed, so they've grown(now 22). Not fully developed, but definitely grown up from when they last saw their home. They've had that time to master their powers, work through their respective trauma and go over their relationship. Whether platonic or romantic is up for interpretation.

They meet Eon, only to discover hundreds, or even thousands of years have passed since they defeated Malefor. They're both distraught to learn that everyone they knew before is now dead, but they're offered a home and meet the Skylanders. They're also given the opportunity to meet their friends' descendants, should they so choose, but they decide to wait so they can process and prepare.

Eventually, the two dragons start training the Skylanders, developing closer friendships with some than others. Cynder starts out wary, but eventually makes friends aside from Spyro, and vice versa. It's very good for them and their mental health, especially meeting the other dragons on the team.

Eventually, they do end up going to Dragons' Peak, which has become a sanctuary and safe haven for dragons. It's built from the remains of Warfang and the Dragon Temple, and their history is exceedingly well preserved. They're both a little bashful about the giant mural based on their battle against Malefor.

Kaos attacks the Core of Light, and Cynder and Spyro fly away in search of backup. This, they're spared from the explosion, but they both feel something terrible happened, and return to a decimated landscape, with no sign of the Skylanders, Eon, or the Core. Luckily, neither of them go into their Dark forms, having learned to control them in Time Dilation Purgatory.

In the wake of the Core of Light being destroyed, the two decide they have to defend the Skylands from Kaos as much as they can, working with Hugo, Flynn, Cali, and others to help the inhabitants of the Skylands and fend of Kaos completely overtaking the realm.

And yes, Kao is stunned by these two clearly ticked off dragons coming for him. He most likely heard stories of the two dragons who defeated the Dark Master from his mom.

Then the time comes, and the group of Skylands freedom fighters all get a message from Eon. The Skylanders are returning.

Then we get to the actual game! Just gonna do Spyro's Adventure, but I may reblog and cover the other games. Or you guys can, up to you. I have only played up to Trap Team, so someone else would need to cover Super Chargers and Imaginators, anyways.

So Hugo acts as an informant, while Flynn is transportation for non-flying individuals, and Cali is a covert operative. You throw your Skylander onto the Portal of Power, putting them into the game.

Hugo is shocked, then greets the Skylander you begin with. While introducing himself, Hugo mentions how "Mister Spyro and Miss Cynder will be quite pleased to see you, again!" Hinting at the above lore, that Spyro and Cynder are both in the game and familiar with the Skylanders.

The first level then proceeds the same is usual, and you meet our two dragons at the ruins after the cutscene going over what happened before the game and how the Skylanders ended up in our world.

Both Spyro and Cynder are shocked, but ultimately elated to see their friends again, then you go to rescue Cali with Flynn. Afterwards, Spyro and Cynder are in the ruins as well as joining you on various levels. They have a lot of witty banter with both the player and each other, showing ease and comfort in their relationship they hadn't had the chance to explore during the war. Again, platonic or romantic is up for interpretation.

What would they do in the game? My idea is that at the ruins, you can interact with one of them to challenge them to a training fight. Once you've been defeated, your Skylander doesn't die, though. You just end the training fight, and can try again. If you win, you get XP, buffs, and/or some loot for upgrades from Persephone.

In the levels, however, it's a little different. You can call on whichever of the two dragons accompany you. When you're good on health, they will act as a guide if you get lost. If you're low on health, they will fly in and fight the enemies for you until you can get a foodstuff to regain your health. They may scold you, referring to your training with them(reference to before the Core of Light was blown up, mostly, in case you don't do training fights), or giving you words of encouragement.

Levels they would be on? Spyro would be on the levels relating to Water, Earth, and Fire. Cynder would be on the levels relating to Undead, Air, and Life. Tech and Magic are undecided. Maybe they both accompany you, or maybe neither of them do. Maybe both for one and neither for the other? Then they say they'll be external support when you go to fight Kaos.

Bonus Levels: Darklight Crypt would feature Cynder, Empire of Ice would feature Spyro, neither join you against the pirates, and both join you to Dragons' Peak.

During the fight with Kaos, however, they do end up joining during the final phase. They attack the hydra, yelling for you to attack Kaos while they hold off the hyrda.

Thoughts?

Boom, Kao defeated, order restored, onwards we go!

Also, random tidbit for Trap Team, specifically the Mirror of Mystery bonus level! Both Spyro and Cynder are corrupted into their Dark forms here, though how voluntary it was remains unclear. Perhaps Evilon used their sorrow of their lost time to get such powerful beings on his side, promising to help them when he really only intended to use them. Or perhaps something else happened. Just a random tidbit there, food for thought.

Feel free to use it if you want. Whether in fanfics, or art.

#legend of spyro #skylanders #legend of spyro au #skylanders au #skylanders spyro's adventure #spyro #cynder #spyro the dragon #cynder the dragon #magpie brain things #just a silly thought

[fangsofdestruction]

Closed starter for @liecoris

𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣…

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟... 𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤.

𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕄𝕚𝕞𝕚𝟘𝟟𝟜...

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣, 𝕚𝕟 𝟛… 𝟚… 𝟙

A mechanical voice sounding in the ears

A gaping hole appears on the ground engulfing whoever happened to be standing right above it, engulfing them. Once sucked inside, everything goes pitch dark and the victim slowly loses consciousness until an undeterminable amount of time passes.

"This isn't what I signed up for. Where is my original host? What do you MEAN you couldn't locate my host? Who is this? HAH? You dropped us into an NPC!?" An irritated voice overhead can be heard. A small cat creature with wings flying in circles over the poor victim who had just been dragged into 'a game.'

"What do you expect me to do now? My original host signed up for a hard level difficulty quest! We can't force log out, she'll have to complete the game in order to escape!" The flying cat creature bemoans its unfortunate luck that some kind of system failure has resulted in... whatever was going on.

It sighs, dropping to the ground to notice the victim was awake. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you're awake. My name is [Popo]. For now, you can consider me your partner as you play through this... game. First, can you tell me about yourself?" It would be best to establish a baseline to understand just how screwed they are. Who knows! Maybe she'll have what it takes to complete the quest!

#Liecoris #(Mukuro02) #(A Journey of Fate Shaping Choices. Otome Au) #(A Beginning or an End. RP Starter)

[hrodvitnon]

Well, regarding the root cause for Goji's distaste for the Kong species, we gotta take a look at the whooole timeline of events and encounters he had with them. Dominion gave us what might have been Goji's first ever encounter with a Kong in the form of the Rival. We know he was significantly younger and weaker at the time, as since we know he gets up to a lot more after that, I think it's safe to assume this to be his first ever interaction with the Kong species.

And although we don't know of any other minor encounter such as that happening later on, we do know of a pretty big one: The Kong/Zilla Wars. Which we know for a fact that he took part in. How big of a part he played depends entirely on how you choose to interpret the GvK novel, which does go more in depth into what went down before, during, and after the war. And at the center of the firestorm that was the war, is one named character, Zlo-zla-Halawa, which in the iwi language means "Great Eternal Enemy." This, according to the iwi legends, was a Godzilla that "ate a star", becoming supremely powerful, but also 'wicked'. Not only in their eyes, but also that of their Kong overlords. Who, in a rather foolish attempt to not only eliminate what could be a potential threat to them, but also steal his power for themselves, attacked first.

We don't know of any specifics about what happened after that, only that this attack failed and kick-started the war between the two species. And after an undetermined amount of time, the Kongs were being seemingly overwhelming. Enough for a relatively small group of them to end up defecting. Abandoning the war, leaving behind the ones who were too bloodthirsty to seek a way out, as well as Zlo-zla-Halawa. These Kongs would eventually find their way to Skull Island, where they would stay in spite of the harsh conditions. Because not only was Skull Island considerably smaller than the Hollow Earth, it also did not have nearly as many resources. Which meant they could hardly survive, let alone thrive in it. And as generations passed, the Kongs in there would either starved, or shrink in size in order to make better use of those limited resources. And well, we know their story doesn't have a happy ending. As the Skullcrawlers, who we know to be an invasive species that most likely originated from the Hollow Earth itself, would eventually overwhelm them, and leave our Kong as the last one standing.

The GvK novel heavily implies that our Godzilla is or was Zlo-zla-Halawa. And given the fact that Greg Keyes, the guy who wrote the novel, also as Dominion and upcoming GxK novel, I am willing to believe that.

Right, there is that whole can of worms to consider as well. Zlo-zla-Halawa would definitely be seen as wicked by his enemies, especially if Godzilla himself was the Great Eternal Enemy, and Godzilla deciding to not only team up with Kong but not kill him becomes more meaningful with that in mind. Though he's still clearly willing to shoot fire at him in previews for GxK, but we'll have to wait and see if we get more context than "they don't have to like each other".

#geminamari101 #gemini amorim #godzilla #kong

[shadowofroses]

All I Need

My Hero Academia

Pairing: Reader x Hawks

Warnings: Reader Moves to Japan, Female Reader, Fluff, Quirkless Reader, Minimalist Hawks

Summery: Upon moving to Japan, the Reader meets and makes a quick friend, which over the years turns into more.

Inspired by @keigxo @mukagentropy

Also posted on Ao3 part 2 maybe? I wanted to do more, as I have weak resolve but I'm still happy with this as a Stand-alone fic.

Story:

When you had moved to Japan, you were highly clueless and found yourself wondering around for a 7/11. You applied for a visa due to working at a nearby agency. Quirkless. Which wasn’t a big deal to you, but with a society that was almost 80% quirks with an undetermined amount of villains with unregistered quirks could be found overwhelmed easily.

You stepped behind someone with red wings, waiting for your chance to get yourself a coffee before you decided what to get to eat. The man stretched out his wings accidentally bumping you, causing him to jump. “Oh sorry I didn’t know someone was behind me!” He turned slightly and you saw that he was blond.

You gave a soft giggle, “Don’t worry about that, accidents happen.”

“You like black coffee?”

You blinked, “Like is questionable, but it’s what I’m planning on getting.”

“I’ll get it for you as an apology for bumping you.”

Your eyes widened, and he watched your face like a hawk. “Oh no, it’s really not a big deal…”

He only grinned, “I insist!”

You were eighteen at the time. You found out he was prohero that just made his debut, and oddly didn’t live too far from you. So the two of you often bumped into each other at the same 7/11, and other local coffee shops.

He went by Hawks, and was quite charming. The two of you ended up hanging out often on his time off which really wasn’t much. You offered to make him home cooked meals if he ever was in the need of it, instead of having takeout constantly, since he was always working.

The two of you became fast friends at that point. Although with Hawks he couldn’t help but be slightly suspicious, wanting to know what you wanted out of the friendship. Yet at the same time, he felt drawn to you, and he couldn’t explain a thing, other than accepting his fate.

He knew it was a small crush, he didn’t know how to deal with that. He was taken in by the government and raised to be a good little Hero, he wasn’t taught anything about handling his feelings, and actually acting on them.

About five years have passed since then and generally anytime he was free, he spent it at your place. He’d offer to entertain you at his but, you would get the wrong idea.

Hawks had an Efficiency apartment. One room which had a bed, and a small empty kitchen.

It’s not like he needed anything else, his apartment was to sleep. There was no point of going back to it unless he was tired.

Yet he kept being drawn more and more to your place, and you jokingly stated that he should move in with you at that point while you were breading some chicken. This caused his eyes to widen at that. You tasted the teriyaki sauce you made, and hummed, “Then again, it would make sense, you’re usually always over here. I’m more than comfortable with you. I’ve been sleeping on the couch too much, so my bed is going to waste, and that way if you decided to bring someone back, you wouldn’t have to worry about me barging in.” You teased.

Hawks gave a small smile. It was always this little dance with you. Hawks was yours and you knew it. He’d never bring anyone back. He walked up to you from behind and hugged you, laying his head ontop of yours comfortably. “Coming back to a Pretty Bird and a nice meal sounds nice too. You drive a hard bargin.” He caught your face darken at that.

The two of you were together, but never said that you were, never proclaimed anything. You just were, it was a mutual understanding. Company was highly appreciated from both sides. You’ve kissed his cheek from time to time out of gratitude and showing affection, he would nuzzle your neck and kiss the top of your head.

There haven’t been actual full blown kisses, you two hadn’t had sex. Neither of you were opposed to it, but this…this was enough.

The next day he brought two boxes, max. You were dumbfounded, asking what they were for. “It’s my stuff, you offered me to move in right?”

“I thought you would have…a lot more…like 20 boxes… did…you have nothing at your place but clothes?”

Hawks only smiled as he walked forward, hugging you from the front, and encasing you with his wings. Nuzzling your neck, he smiled into your skin, as your body shivered as he spoke, “I don’t even need those, as long as I have you…”

Your heart lerched, and you hugged him back just as tightly and lovingly as he was holding you. “What do you even do with your money that you get from your pro Hero Work?”

Hawks hummed, “I have enough saved away for a comfortable retirement. I donate the rest. Buuut…” he pulled away flashing you a smile, “I may be spending more on you.”

You flushed, shaking your head, “I…only need you as well.” You watched his eyes eyes widened, before he cupped your face, and leaned in to kiss you softly on the lips. “Hawks…”

Hawks gulped, pulling you in tighter, “Keigo.” He sighed, “You can call me Keigo…but only in this apartment. I’m Hawks outside of it. If you’re okay with that.”

You nodded, “More than okay with that, Keigo.” You watched as you noticed that you saying his name affected him in someway.

#boku no hero academia #My Hero Academia #Hawks x Reader #X Reader #Quirklelss reader #Fluff #keigo takami x reader #Pre Pro Hero no 2

[liushen-stan]

Liushen week

(Late) Day 5: Sick/ Switch.

Liu Qingge is usually the one who takes care of Shen Qingqiu when he gets sick. Now, it's Shen Qingqiu's turn.

Read it under the cut or in AO3.

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Cultivators in Proud Immortal Demon Way could never get sick.

Cultivation in this world meant that sickness simply didn't affect those with strong cores, and of course with the Peak Lords of Cang Qion Mountain being so close to immortality, whatever medicinal plants they cultivated were more to investigate and help their disciples and common people than to be used by them.

There were a few exceptions, of course. If one were to be affected by, say, a venom that locked your cultivation randomly for an undetermined amount of time, then during that time the cultivator would be a normal person and of course, suffer the same ailments normal people did.

Unfortunately for Shen Yuan, this was his case.

He hated being sick. Hated it with passion. As someone who had spent the majority of his time in a hospital, he couldn't help but associate sickness with loneliness. Sure, his sister and big brother visited whenever they could, but no matter how grateful he was for their effort, it still meant he was more often alone than not, with his phone and web novels as his only distraction.

So the first time Shen Yuan got a cold as Shen Qingqiu, he was determined to ignore it. He acted normal, taught his disciples, and attended to his responsibilities as a Peak Lord. If he felt dizzy, he sat until it passed, then started to move again.

Until he got caught by Liu Qingge.

The man, to whom he'd begun to get closer only recently, was as formidable in forcing him to take care of himself as he was in battle, as Shen Yuan soon discovered. And when he explained that he really disliked being confined to bedrest, Liu Qingge's only answer was to stay, as often as he could. He even took time from his night hunts, and Shen Yuan... he couldn't be more grateful. Time and time again, whenever the poison in his body made him vulnerable to illness, Liu Qingge would stay and help him get through it.

Shen Yuan wondered if he'd ever be able to return the care. With Liu Qingge's strong core, he doubted it, so he tried to return the care in other ways: notes on the monsters he was about to hunt, serving his preferred tea when he came to clean his meridians... this way, he at least felt like he was returning some of what Liu Qingge so freely gave. But, as mentioned before, there were exceptions to a cultivator's resistance toward illness.

Such as the blood of a specific monster.

Liu Qingge could hear Shen Qingqiu's voice in his head as he unsteadily made his way back to Cang Qion, explaining how the blood had traces of demonic energy that wouldn't truly poison a strong cultivator, but it would make them ill. Not gravely so, it would be as if they had the flu or a very bad cold which with their resources wouldn't be a problem, but the cultivator would be weakened until his body naturally flushed the demonic energy out. And it had to be the cultivator's body the one to fight it, because the energy reacted to foreign qi, worsening the symptoms to a point where the cultivator's life would be at stake.

This, Liu Qingge knew the second he felt the taste of the blood in his mouth. Mu Qingfan's diagnosis only confirmed it, dashing his hope of remembering a different kind of monster.

“You should stay here until you've burned it all out,” Mu Qingfan said. “I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone in your peak when your body will in a weak-”

“He won't be.”

The two Peak Lords turned towards the door in unison, watching Shen Qingqiu as he strode forward with a determined look in his eyes, which he turned towards Liu Qingge.

“Alone, that is." He continued. "I'll stay with him. I'm familiar with the expected symptoms, I'll be able to help.”

“You don't need to-” Liu Qingge trued to protest

“Unless you want to stay here?”

This made the Bai Zhan Peak Lord grimace. Nothing against the healing rooms of the Medical Peak, it was just that Liu Qingge had spent so much time here when he was younger that he wanted nothing less than to recover here for who knows how long. He'd definitely be more comfortable at home.

“That's what I thought.” He turned towards Mu Qingfan and, with a sigh, the doctor nodded and rummaged through the medical cabinet, taking out a few bottles.

“One in the morning, the other in the afternoon,” he instructed, pressing the bottles into Shen Qingqiu's hands when both men nodded. The bottles disappeared into wide, green-colores sleeves, and then Shen Qingqiu turned to help Liu Qingge up, thanking Mu Qingfan before they left.

-

“You really don't need to do this” Liu Qingge asked as Shen Qingqiu helped him to his bed, already dressed in more comfortable clothes. “I can take care of myself.”

It should feel weird to have the other man in his home, but with how much time they've spent in the other's house this seems almost like returning the hospitality.

“You've spent much time taking care of me when I was sick,” came the answer, Shen Qingqiu's voice soft and his green eyes even softer in concern.

Those eyes made him recall, for a second, another situation when they looked at him the same way and Liu Qingge fidgeted slightly, absentmindedly rotating one of his wrists.

“Let me take care of you.”

The soft request, coupled with a small, pleading smile, made it impossible for Liu Qingge to say no. It also made his face feel warmer all of a sudden.

"Looks like the fever is starting to kick in," commented Shen Qingqiu, taking in his flushed face. He then stood up and went in the direction of the kitchen, coming back a few seconds later with a cup of water. "Here, it's evening."

Liu Qingge took the offered pill and swallowed it down with the help of the water.

"Try to sleep now," Shen Qingqiu advised. "You will need the energy." His tone was knowing, and Liu Qingge suddenly remembered his confession about being often sick when he was younger.

This led to his usual wondering about his family. Liu Qingge could remember his family's fussing over him when he got sick as a child, so how come Shen Qingqiu's parents left him alone? Was this why he didn't talk about them?

Liu Qingge wanted to know, ask these questions and more. Instead, he laid down in his bed and closed his eyes, focusing on the other cultivator's presence next to him until he fell asleep.

The next days blurred together for Liu Qingge. His mind was foggy, his throat ached, and his body alternated between feeling too hot and too cold. He'd firgotten how being sick felt, and he didn't care for this reminder. It was awful, and he was grateful his core was strong enough to avoid this.

The only thing he was aware of, apart from the state of his body, was Shen Qingqiu's steady presence who never left him alone for more than a few minutes. Those hands helping him sit up and drink water or his medicine, the melodic voice saying things his blurred mind couldn't understand but that conforted him with its very sound, the smell of bamboo surrounding him... it helped him relax and get through the days.

Finally, on what Shen Qingqiu informed him was the fourth day, the sickness abated. His mind felt clear and his body, though still weak and aching, didn't feel like burning or freezing and he at least could get up without falling over now

"The worst should be over now," Shen Qingqiu announced after checking his temperature with a relieved smile. Liu Qingge returned the smile, though he winced slightly at the dark circles that were begginning to appear in his shixion's eyes.

"Then you should go rest," Liu Qingge ordered softly. "I can manage from here."

"If you're sure...?"

"En. And thank you," he added with a soft smile, which Shen Qingqiu returned before standing up.

"I'll send Mu-shidi over later so he can check up on you," he informed as he walked towards the door, Liu Qingge walking with him.

"Mn" His body felt heavy, and he knew that after taking a bath and being checked over by the dictor, he would probably have to return to bed to sleep off the remaining tiredness.

"I'm glad you're better," were Shen Qingqiu's parting words as he mounted his sword and flew away. Liu Qingge stared at the figure getting smaller and smaller in the distance, and once it disappeared, he went back inside for a much needed bath.

In the back of his mind, a small murmur took notice on how nice it had been to be taken care of by the other man, and how he wouldn't mind repeating the experience... though it was so quiet, Liu Qingge had no problems in shutting it down and ignoring it had ever happened.

A flash of a memory of cloth digging into his wrists made him subsconsciously brush a finger against one of them.

#svsss #liushen #liu qingge #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #liushenweek

[scarletttries]

You Are In Love (Eddie Munson x Reader series)

Part Ten: Dancing in a Snowglobe, Round and Round.

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Tags: Hunter's back and being shitty, but otherwise all fluff :)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: This is the tenth part of an Eddie Munson series inspired by Taylor Swift's "You Are In Love". Links for other parts on my Eddie Munson Masterlist :) As always please feel free to send me thoughts and headcanons for Eddie Munson <3

And so it goes, You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round.

As he passed through the hall littered with decorative posters, late enough to have missed home room but right on time to blend into the sea of students getting ready for their first classes, Eddie thought two things:

One: He couldn't help but think that the theme of 'Winter Wonderland.' for this year's prom was more a reflection of budget constraints and leftover decorations from the Middle School Snowball dance than an inspired choice.

And Two: Way too many people were smiling at him today. Eddie was used to a certain amount of stares and attention as he roamed the halls of Hawkins High, but usually they came with a certain cruel tinge of disdain that was noticeably missing this morning. In fact, by the time he was sat in his first class someone had gone as far as to give him a high five, Eddie completely oblivious as to why, worried some cursed gate had opened somewhere, and this was just another upside down version of this town. His morning seemed to pass in a flurry of smiles and nods, leaving the metalhead thoroughly baffled as he sat at his lunch table, excitable freshmen adding the undetermined celebration.

"Congrats man, you must be pretty excited!" Dustin cheered as he settled at Eddie's side, Mike nodding along with his joyful friend, if not a little less enthusiastic.

"What are you talking about Henderson? And why is everyone smiling at me like they suddenly have manners?" Eddie scowled, irritated in his confusion until Dustin pieced it together,

"Did you miss morning announcements again?" Dustin asked, unimpressed with Eddie's efforts at punctuality this year,

"Literally always, spit it out."

"They announced the prom queen nominees this morning, and (y/n) was one of them."

"Everyone's smiling at you because let's be honest, no one thought you'd be going to prom with possible royalty." Mike summarised somewhat sarcastically, Eddie already out of his seat and halfway across the cafeteria by the time he finished the remark. You were mid-sentence when you saw a black blur come flying towards you, the full weight of your boyfriend crashing down as he launched himself into your lap, a frenzied cry of 'Congratulations!" drawing the attention of half the room. The other half quickly followed at the chair beneath you toppled at the added weight, landing you both on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and laughter.

"Sorry sweetheart, are you okay?" Eddie asked, slightly embarrassed by the scene he'd managed to cause until he caught the beaming smile spreading across your cheeks,

"I am now." You replied, lips finding his for a chaste kiss as a teacher across the room began to call out, "One student per chair please!" You both found your feet again, Eddie squeezing your hand before turning to the girls sitting at your table, watching this scene unfold, no longer surprised by your level of antics,

"I assume congratulations are due to you as well Chrissy?" He quizzed as he picked your chair up off the floor, checking its structural integrity before pulling it out for you to sit back down on,

"Thanks Eddie, but i'm not sure you should risk any more chairs congratulating me!" She laughed quickly, getting the words out before Eddie could be tempted by another hug-based tackle.

"As you wish. Apologies for the interruption!" He said with an old-fashioned flair, bowing chivalrously before leaving your table to return to its discussion of all things dates and dresses.

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Eddie hadn't bothered attending either of his two previous senior proms, unsure why anyone would subject themselves to being surrounded by classmates for a whole evening, outside of school requirements. But as he stepped into the hall, decorated with glistening streamers and sparkling balloons, there was nowhere he'd rather be. And with you on his arm, no-one he'd rather be with.

You found it almost surreal as you watched Eddie disappear off to get you a drink, leaving you to take in the surprisingly pretty room you were in for the night, the flurry of sparkling snow-like decorations hiding a multitude of sins. You'd thought about prom a lot through your four years at Hawkins; the dancing, the music, the date (feeling very pleasantly surprised in who that had ended up being.) The importance of this one night felt like it had been drilled into you since years before you were old enough to go, but as you watched the twinkling lights and swaying forms dancing around the room, you felt an odd feeling wash over you. It wasn't excitement, or nerves, or anything you were expecting to feel. Instead you felt content. Like in fact tonight was just a night. A fun night, sure. A night where you'd dance with your friends, and kiss a cute boy, and feel excited about the great outfit you'd picked out. But it wasn't The Night. Maybe it was your nearing graduation, and the chance to finally get out of this small town, but clarity seemed to strike you in that moment, that you were going to have hundreds of special nights, and that this was just going to be one of them. So as Eddie returned, drinking in hand, nervous for this perfect night with you, you actually felt resoundingly calm, knowing you had a lifetime of imperfect nights together still to come.

"Good evening Hawkins, if you have not already voted for prom royalty please do so now, as we will be revealing your king and queen shortly."

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Eddie felt his heart plummet to the icy depths of the mariana trench as the results were announced: Chrissy and Jason won. As he watched you happily celebrate your friend getting something that felt really important to her, he couldn't help but feel awful. Like maybe if you hadn't broken up with Hunter and started dating the Freak, you'd be the one holding a cheap plastic tiara. Like once again his presence in your senior year was tarnishing it, a side effect of your relationship that he was sure would test your patience eventually. But as you stepped down off the stage, back towards your solemn looking date, his wavy hair and rough-around-the-edges suit making him immediately obvious in the center of the dancefloor, you couldn't help still feeling like a winner.

Smiling brighter than if you'd won a contest, you scooped Eddie's hand up in yours, pulling him closer until your arms could drape over his shoulders, swaying against him in time to lulling music.

"Have I already told you just how handsome you look tonight Eddie?" You flirted eagerly, the blushing response from Eddie enough to make you giggle every time,

"Only a dozen or so times, but I've always said flattery works on me, so keep it up my beautiful queen." He charmed back, leaning his nose to meet yours in the slow melody of your moves, faltering on the final word before adding,

"I'm sorry about that by the way." You shook your head happily, brushing off his commiserations,

"No need to be sorry love, I'm happy for Chrissy." you paused and added, "unless you didn't vote for me, in which case you should be a little sorry." You pouted with the accusation, Eddie quickly rebuffing,

"Of course I voted for you sweetheart." Sealing his words with a kiss before sighing, "I just meant, if you weren't dating me, maybe you'd have won." You watched his warm brown eyes trail down to his scuffed boots, a perfect Eddie addition to his unusually formal outfit, and thought about your response for a moment.

"Maybe." You agreed, much to Eddie's surprise, expecting you to dismiss his thought, feeling all the worse for the confirmation. " But prom queen's a title I'd only get to keep for the next two weeks of school. And if I play my cards right, I get to keep you forever. So really there's no competition." You teased, watching the soft lines form on Eddie's face as he frown released naturally into a smile at the thought, his future endlessly brighter with you in it. You reached up, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, leaning back only to find Eddie's hold on your waist tightening. Hugging you against his chest until your feet barely skimmed the ground, Eddie squeezing flush against his, spinning himself in the spot and only putting you down once he was satisfied your excited squeals were audible over the gentle music.

Finally setting you back on your feet, Eddie brought a hand softly to your cheek, looking deeply in your eyes with an ecstatic grin on his face,

"You know you could play your cards wrong and still keep me right?" You laughed as you nodded, his grip on your tightening again as he spoke, threatening to repeat his dance moves if you tried to squirm away. "In fact, you could bring my DnD cards to a poker table and still be stuck with me. There's no cards you can play to escape this." And he set again, twirling you in the air, round and round, relishing in the happy laughter that poured out of you as he did.

And with his optimistic words, you could feel all the excitement and nerves for the future you expected tonight to bring, but it wasn't about the dance. It was about Eddie, and the life the two of you would soon be setting out on away from all of this. What felt like closure to your time at Hawkins High, felt like a world just starting to open up for the rest of your life. With him.

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It never ceased to amaze Eddie just how perfect a night with you could feel. Even in a room of recycled decorations, and music he'd never allow on his stereo, he could feel his cheeks aching from a night of endlessly smiling with you. He'd practically had to force himself off the dance floor to trudge to the men's room, cursing nature for calling him away from you for even one song. As he washed his hands he couldn't help laughing at his own reflection in the grimy mirror; he'd tried his best to tame his wild hair for the night but after all the shapes he'd thrown, it was just as big as ever, his cheeks flushed with excitement, eternal smile plastered over his face as he heard the door crack open behind him.

"Speak of the devil." Hunter said sarcastically upon seeing Eddie, the usual band of lackeys following closely behind him, "or should I say devil worshipper." It was almost impressive, the careful way he measured his tone to sound both cuttingly cruel and entirely uninterested in the now worried boy before him. Even though your relationship had gone from strength to strength after his last interaction with Hunter, Eddie couldn't help but feel the sting of fear at the turmoil and hurt his next unpleasant statement might bring.

Holding his hands up in defense Eddie spoke confidently, "I was just leaving, no need to get your spear out Hunter." He couldn't help but feel a little victorious at the small laugh he drew from one of the jocks to the left of Hunter, who looked thoroughly displeased that Eddie wasn't speechless in his presence this time.

"I would never, I just wanted to say I hope you have a good rest of the night." Confusion spread across the faces beside him until he continued, "You know. Going home alone. Because I can assure you, getting in (y/n)'s bedroom is going to take you even longer than graduating." The crowd around him erupted in the kind of big laugh Eddie was used to, but it barely registered to him as he looked at the vicious look in the jock's eyes and realised in the months you'd spent dating Hunter you must have never had him up to your room.

Eddie's mind was suddenly awash with the early days of doing homework in the middle of your bedroom floor leading to make-out sessions that left rug-burn on both his knees. The nights spent curled up at your side, fingers tracing along your warm flesh as you nuzzled into his chest, his owh shirt draping from your shoulder as you drifted off together. Every precious moment he'd spent with his body draped over yours, fevered desire guiding your hands across him as you'd waste entire afternoons exploring every tattooed inch of him.

Hunter was projecting. And as Eddie watched the poison smirk spreading across his face, he wanted to laugh. And brag. And boast. He felt like finally had something he could hold over the head of this arrogant prick of a man, who had picked ruthlessly on him for being different, and yelled at you over your kindness all those months ago. But watching Hunter's confident facade start to waver in his calm silence, he instead said,

"You have a good night too Hunter." A sincerity in his voice that left the gang in baffled quiet as he swanned out the door, realising how little any of their opinions meant to him now. Now that he had a way out of town, a better sense of himself, and you.

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[kpforpresident]

I'll take NY au Clarke wearing that Florence Pugh dress and Lexa short circuiting over it in whatever context you want, please 😌

Lexa ran her fingers mindlessly around the rim of the rapidly emptying champagne glass, staring blankly ahead as she leaned on the nearby polished wooden banister, fresh pine from the beautiful live garland scenting the air around her. She tugged her fitted jacket sleeve back slightly to check the time once more on the beautiful timepiece that Clarke had insisted on giving her as an early present, eyebrows drawing together slightly when she realized it was only five minutes later than the last time that she had checked. Clarke had overrode Lexa's protests that she didn't have an early gift for Clarke, promising it would look perfect with her dark green suit and the silver cuff-links that Lexa had received as a present when she became partner at the law firm last year. Clarke, as usual, was right.

Lexa bit back one more long suffering sigh- the seasonal party was in full swing at this point, the beautiful countryside castle that Lexa’s firm had rented out for the weekend absolutely brimming with excited guests. Slightly harried, tuxedo-clad staff swiftly moved through the ballroom Lexa could just catch glimpses of through the semi-opened double doors, fluidly topping off drinks glasses as everyone wholeheartedly enjoyed the pre-dinner open bar and limitless champagne. The polished marble floors glinted in the muted light that the large glass chandeliers emitted, high heels from the chattering groups of well-dressed women clicking softly on the hard surface.

Christmas music drifted softly through the air through the nearby doors, cracked open slightly so that the chatter and gentle clamoring of the party goers floated over to Lexa. Lexa fidgeted slightly but kept her eyes glued on the top of the staircase, trying to muster some long-forgotten well of patience as she waited for Clarke. A large Christmas tree decorated the area to the left of the staircase that took up the majority of the main room, silver and gold baubles of all shapes and sizes decorating the fluffy emerald pine boughs. A cut-glass star sparkled at the top, glittering lights cascading down the tree to cast a dazzling glow on everyone in its immediate vicinity. 

When Clarke had ushered a surprised, already dressed Lexa out of their suite earlier with a teasing kiss and a promise to make her jaw drop, Lexa had no idea what awaited her. Clarke had kept whatever was in her garment bag a secret since she had picked it up two weeks ago, just softly smiling whenever Lexa mentioned it in a forced casual tone, a slightly evil glimmer shimmering in her eyes. 

When she had been banished from the room Clarke had already had a full face of makeup on, perfectly winged eyeliner complemented by a blood red lip. That had been nearly an hour ago, and while no stranger to high fashion and casually arranged couture looks, Lexa was struggling to imagine what on earth Clarke had possibly packed that would take an entire hour to put on. 

Lexa drained her champagne flute, passing it to a waiter with a quiet thanks as she laced her hands behind her, shifting her weight as she prepared to wait for her girlfriend for a now undetermined amount of time. She happened to glance up as she did- her jaw dropping immediately as she beheld the vision that had started a careful walk down the massive twisting staircase. 

Clarke looked like she had been bathed in starlight as she swept her way down the stairs, a delicate hand balanced on the railing as she grinned brighter than the sun, eyes fixed firmly on Lexa. Porcelain shoulders and delicate collar bones were exposed, the dress ruching right above Clarke’s breasts with large amounts of pleated fabric gathering carefully at her elbows, billowing around her lower arms to create the illusion of larger sleeves. The gauzy, black material revealed an intricate black corset bodysuit. The shape of her body through the see-through was cleverly hidden by the presence of what looked like thousands of stars that had been carefully embedded into the fabric, gathering in a blinding culmination at the very end of the fabric. A gauzy train of sorts swept behind her, parting right above her knees to reveal perfect legs that ended in bow-topped black stilettos. 

With what felt like herculean effort, Lexa snapped back to attention as Clarke reached her, Lexa’s favorite honeysuckle scent drifting in a pleasant cloud around her as Clarke reached for one of Lexa’s slackened hands. Clarke squeezed it questioningly as Lexa failed to properly greet her, electing to give Clarke one more thorough look over as she tried to drink in every detail at once, mind buzzing in what Lexa could only call sheer gay panic. 

“I- you- holy shit, Clarke,” Lexa managed to croak with a burst of concentrated effort, fighting to enunciate properly around her tongue, which suddenly felt absolutely useless in now-dry mouth. “Are you trying to kill me at my own work Christmas party? Because it’s working, I think I have heart palpitations.” Lexa pressed an adoring kiss to Clarke’s cheekbone, mindful not to smear her lipstick as a slight blush touched Clarke’s cheeks. 

“I found it with Rae when we were shopping a few weeks ago and I had to get it, if only to see your face when I put it on- you don’t think it’s too inappropriate for this party, do you?”

A clump of couples passed by, everyone in very standard black and white tie dress. One man stared open mouthed at Clarke as he passed, a tug from his fiercely glaring wife ripping his attention away as they disappeared into the ballroom. Lexa bit back a growing smile as Clarke’s eyes slowly widened in panic. 

She's mine, you soggy white man, Lexa thought smugly as the plain black tuxedo vanished from view into the throng of bodies.

“Oh my god, it is, it's too much, I’m going to give your boss a heart attack, what’s his name- Ryder-I brought another dress, I can go change-”

Clarke made to turn back up the stairs, presumably to put on her second, presumably more chaste option as Lexa grabbed her elbow, pulling her in for a scorching kiss, lipstick be damned. Clarke leaned back after a long moment, dark gaze slightly unfocused as she stared intently at Lexa’s lips. 

Lexa took advantage of her momentary distraction to grab two fresh flutes of champagne from a passing waiter as she pressed a slightly more chaste kiss to Clarke’s still-parted lips. She held a glass out to Clarke who took it wordlessly, wetting her thumb to swipe a smear of red off of the corner of Lexa’s lips. Lexa kissed her palm in thanks as she took one more adoring look at her girlfriend. 

“Clarke, I do not give a singular shit what anyone else thinks, you're the most stunning creature here. Secondly, Ryder is incredibly gay, he's been with his partner Gustus for pretty much longer than we've been alive. Thirdly, and most selfishly, I want to take you back upstairs and peel off that entire outfit with my teeth, beloved,” Lexa whispered into Clarke’s ear, mindful of the passerby that swept through the main hall- mingling in front of the large fireplace that was opposite the ballroom doors as they chattered merrily. 

Clarke’s mouth snapped shut as she stared intently at Lexa, cheeks flushing for an entirely different reason as she laced their fingers together. She tugged them towards the room full of holiday revelers as she took a sip of the fizzy alcohol, matching red nails curled delicately around the slender flute stem. Clarke stopped right outside the doors, using her free hand to run her hand over Lexa’s chest under the guise of straightening her suit jacket as she brushed the underside of Lexa's breast with a taunting touch. Satisfied that Lexa’s heart-rate was once again sky high, she brushed her lips softly against Lexa’s ear, smiling at the immediate goosebumps that formed on Lexa’s neck. 

“Just wait until you see what I have planned for you later, Lex. If you play your cards right, you’ll unwrap more than Christmas presents on this trip.” 

She winked saucily at Lexa’s suddenly glassy stare, pulling her into the crowded room as she tipped back her champagne glass, bright red lip mark stamped on the rim. She swapped it for a full one as she swayed to the music that filled the ornate room, beckoning a stunned Lexa closer as she moved farther towards the dance floor. 

“Keep up, darling- I plan on being a very demanding date tonight.” 

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this is the main inspo, but also this, and this. Part two most likely coming whenever inspo hits, hopefully within a week or two. feel free to bug me if I don't deliver within that timeframe x.

#for casco #ny au #clexa #i picture it as some amalgamation of the three things linked #classy enough for a law christmas party but juuuuuuust by the skin of her teeth #ny au clexa