#big monster is soft for the human he likes? oh yeah

[imagine-darksiders]

I'm losing my mind, I can't wait to see this movie.

#Bowser #Bowser x reader #Bowser/reader #reader #Mario #Mario movie #AAAHHH I'm so excited! #fluff #found family #bruise #big monster is soft for the human he likes? oh yeah #Bowser Jr #My art #Nintendo #sketch #doodles

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"have i ever told you i love you?" ft. monster trio

silly goofy headcannon with my favourite idiots of all time <3

ft. luffy, zoro and sanjiii x GN reader

set-up: you've been them for quite a while but the "three magical words" have been off-limits (until today ig?)

luffy:

he was munching on a piece of meat (again) after having successfully begging sanji for forty minutes (and enduring two kicks)

literally, his mouth is full, there's crumbs on his cheek and through it all, he says "hey, have i ever told you i love you?" (with a smile as big as the one in the gif)

you almost choke on air, cause who the fuck asks it like that?

"i mean, no. not really?" your face is hot and you cannot decide if its a blush creeping up your face cause he is telling you he loves you or if its second hand embarrassment because hes admitting he loves you with face stuffed with meat.

atleast he looks cute tho? (take a win where you can lmao)

"huh? i haven't?" his brows are furrowed together, and just for a moment his focus isn't on his food.

"yeah" you sheepishly admit, giving into the warmth spreading across your cheeks

"okay" motherfcker just shrugs.

he's back to munching again. like he just shrugged and went back to eating. like he was asking what day it was and not confessing his love. what a fucking idiot????? how do you love him ur so confused?????

"that's all you have to say?" you're about to commit homicide.

"yeah?" then through a bite, he says "i do love you though."

and nvm, maybe the homicide can wait another day because right now you're busy ignoring the shit-eating grin that spreads across your lips.

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zoro:

mf is drinking (like always)

and obviously, it takes quite a lot to take him down enough for him to say stupid shit

and even on the days he does drink quite a lot, he just falls asleep and wakes up with a shitty hangover and even shittier attitude

but on the days he doesn't fall asleep, well let's say it's a whiplash inducing experience

"hey" gulping down the last of his sake, his speech is as slurred as a swordsman can possibly get. you don't blame him, i mean it's been a rough couple of days after all, maybe he needs the booze to cope.

"mhm?" you're equally under the influence (if not more)

"have i ever told you i love you?"

yeah, that shit straight up sobers you up

"what?"

"have i told you that i love you?" he repeats, without any hesitancy at all.

this stoic bitch (who took 2 business weeks to finally hold your hand in public after you got together) is asking this question, absolutely unfazed.

for a second you wonder if the alcohol is making you hallucinate (can alcohol do that? probably not)

"did the alcohol make you go deaf?" still fucking unfazed.

"...no? you haven't" your voice is shaky, still confused if you're fucking hallucinating

"oh, well then i should let you know." and he gives you a classic, soft smile "i love you."

and then he passes out. he doesn't even bother hearing your reply.

yeah, next day you're furiously blushing every time you think about him and the words he said, meanwhile this stupid human being doesn't even remember. he is giving you weird looks and asking you if you feel okay because your face looks very red. and maybe you should ask chopper for help.

well, i mean atleast you remember what he said.

drunk words are sober thoughts afterall hehe

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sanji:

a fucking gentleman!!!

actually the only one who had made a fucking plan to confess his love to you. he's a romantic dude (he just sucks at execution)

the entire day before, he is a wreck. he cannot hold eye-contact with you for more than two seconds, his food doesn't exactly taste as it always does (why is there salt in place of sugar sanji are you okay??), he is lost in his thoughts and giggling whenever left unsupervised

jesus lawd, this man is whipped

meanwhile you're out here wondering if he is going insane or getting terminally sick. you're not alone cause the entire crew is thinking the same

maybe you guys should ask chopper to take a look at him??

it's evening, the sun is going down and you're standing at the deck, admiring the view

everything seems perfect. then he taps on your shoulder and you turn around to a furiously blushing sanji with his hand behind his back

"sanji?" you gingerly place a hand on his shoulder, "are you okay? you have been acting a little weird all day"

"i- uh"

he fumbles for two whole minutes. nami counted (she told you at dinner later).

then after receiving a confused look from you, he finally blabbers it all in like one breath.

"yn ln you have made me the happiest man on earth and if you would please accept this bouquet, i would be grateful. would you please go on a date with me?"

the date was in your room, the room had been cleaned, he had cooked your favourite meal, he had got your favourite flower and although the whole ordeal had started rather awkwardly, you cannot help but feel giddy as he serves you desert

"say yn," he is blushing again, "have i told you i love you"

you snort out the desert.

sanji almost performed heimlich

when you're good again, you say, "no, you haven't actually."

"then you should know, i love you. more than anyone can ever imagine."

yeah you pray to god every night for this magnetic force of a fucking man. you must have been a good person in your last life.

perfect man, husband material, 10/10

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#one piece #op #opla #monkey d. luffy #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #sanji #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #one piece luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece men #monster trio

[ghouljams]

So we’ve seen protective fae ghost! But I NEED to see protective Fae König! You don’t understand! Would it make Liebling more trusting of him? Or would it make them more weary? He seems pretty nervous all the time  and pretty willing to back down for someone in the court, so I need to see him MAD!  Please!

Anyways I LOVE your work! Your an amazing writer and I can’t wait to see what else that beautiful mind of yours comes up with ❤️

Oh goodie, let's make the nasty boy mad! Let's unban him from the shop and make sure Liebling knows he would do anything for her.

You think sometimes that your actual customers might be worse than the Fae that linger around your shop. At least the monsters are polite. At least they follow the rules you have pinned behind the counter.

There's a loud clatter as one of your displays is knocked over. Poppies and peonies rolling across the floor only to be smashed underfoot. You wince, your poor flowers. "Take it outside guys," You call, grabbing a mop to clean up the water starting to pool. The two men who are, unfortunately, human ignore you. Continuing to roughhouse and laugh at the annoyed looks the rest of your patrons shoot them. You glower at them as you try to right your bucket display.

One of them stops you, grinning at your less than pleased expression. "Oi, slag," you grimace, "how about you give me your number, yeah?"

"How about fuck off," You shoulder past him, only to be stopped by the other one.

"Now that's not very nice."

"I'm not very nice," You tell him plainly, "now kindly move."

They bark out a sarcastic laugh before grabbing your arm, "Listen here shop girl, my friend and I are-"

"Are you going to leave or do I have to make you?" You ask, unwilling to listen to whatever bullshit they have to say.

"Oh," One of them grins, "She's gonna make us. Pretty little thing like you, I'd like to see you try." Well, he's got you there. You don't really have anyone else working that could help you, and god only knows the monsters that haunt the place won't intervene without asking the world from you in return. Fuck, you wish that big mother fucker with the teeth was unbanned. His presence alone would probably scare these guys off. He is definitely getting unbanned.

König's head jerks to stare at the door to the shop. The threshold is gone. He doesn't waste time with curiosity, folding himself into the shop almost as quickly as he's allowed. He wonders what changed, what made you finally decide to let him in again. Then he sees them, feels his teeth and claws itch with the overwhelming urge to rip and tear, and wastes even less time.

You hear the low snarl before you see his hands wrap around the men's necks. Barely human as he lifts them up like ragdolls, their hands clawing at his fingers where he squeezes their throats. The deep black claws dig into the soft vulnerable -entirely human- flesh of the men’s necks, blood bubbling to the surface where the razor's edge of König’s claws press. One of them screams, legs kicking out to try and gain any semblance of leverage against the monster holding him tight. 

“They’re just assholes,” You tell him, voice edged with fear. You don’t know what to say to keep him from spilling blood in your shop.

“And soon they will be corpses,” König replies, like it’s that easy. You think it is that easy for him. His hood hardly seems to be in the way when he digs his wicked teeth to one of the men’s trapezius and rips.

A cool hand wraps over your eyes, shielding you from the violence. A gentle voice in your ear above the sickening gurgle of blood as it bursts from the torn musculature, “I know it’s against the rules, touching you, but you don’t want to see this.” 

You feel a sob grip your chest, and press a hand to your mouth out of instinct. The air tastes like iron, like blood, like the sound of splintering bone. You thought there’d be more pleading in death, something other than the animalistic panting and growling. The hand over your eyes shakes in the silence.

“Gib sie mir,” König growls, you can feel the shadow of him in front of you. The hand doesn’t move until you feel it ripped away from you with a shout of pain. König’s eyes stare into you, holding your face in blood stained hands. “It’s just a bad dream, Liebling,” He tells you firmly, his fingers pressing to your forehead as you try to keep your eyes on him and not the warmth soaking into your shoes, “that’s all.”

#Then Konig taps the absolute HELL out of Liebling #and makes sure her shop is scrubbed clean of the viscera currently painting it #fae!konig #what a lovely reminder that Konig is so fucking dangerous #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #liebling on the phone with Love and no memory of the day: what happened #Love used to this sort of thing: probably best not to think about it #as if Love doesn't get off on Ghost being bloody #fae au

[bokettochild]

The Chain and Magic

Your magic reflects you more than your body.

Wild's magic screams Death to most people. Unnatural, Broken, Wrong. This thing should not be here. This is a thing, his magic doesn't label him as Hylian anymore, he's not exactly Hylian anymore anyways, so why would it? Instead, magic users see a hylian but their magic will scream at them that that Thing is dressed as a hylian but it is Something Else piloting a hylian.

Four's magic also says Broken. Shattered, pieces, not quite right. He's confusing because he's in pieces, but the pieces don't fit together anymore. They look like they could, but once you look closer you realize that they're just slightly Off and while you could force the pieces together, it still wouldn't Fix him

Twilight's says Darkness. Warmth and love and darkness. His magic feels like a person holding you while you sleep. It's got a dangerous side to it, but not scary. Like, yes, he is a big doggy, he will watch over you but yes, he will bite if you pull his tail, so just don't pull his tail, okay?

Sky's is terrifying. He's pretty and he's sweet, but magic users take one look at him and wonder why a god is standing in front of them and if he's going to smite them? His magic says Strength, Courage, Protection. Once you know what he's protecting, you avoid that thing like the plague lest you upset him

Time's magic is Twisted. His is Wrong in ways that make magic users flinch. He's not like Wild, where his magic says "I shouldn't be here" or Four who says "I'm not all myself, I'm many of myself" Time's magic screams "I am more than myself but I cannot tell where I end and where the foreign begins". To magic users, Time is like a human centipede, or Frankenstein; there is just pieces of him and other Things all sewn together by magic in a mess that Should Not Be. It's kinda gross, for magic users, to be around him honestly

Hyrule's magic is strangely tame in comparison. He's fae, he has fae magic. Yes, the Triforce adds some weird crap, but he's just like, super powerful Fae. He is like a troublesome child someone dared to let drive a car; he has resources to end the world, and while he's not inherently bad, you're not sure if you can trust him not to do it "for fun". Like yes, Hyrule is responsible, but that fae part of him is always screaming for trouble.

Warriors' magic is Dangerous. Unlike Sky who is Blatantly Can Kill You, Wars' magic feels like a sleeping dragon. It's not going to hurt you. Yet. It's strong, but it isn't doing anything right now. Get him on the battlefield though and he is Dominating, Magic is surging and threatening and screaming. He has two settings, sleeping and Kill You and there's nothing in between.

Wind's magic is the quietest. His magic is soft, a whisper. It's not because he's weak by any means, but more because his magic is soft and natural and it's just... the wind. The waves. Granted, it can get violent, but unlike the others, Wind has excellent control over his magic because He Has To. the wind needs to keep going even when he's in shock, it has to stay steady even if he's angry, he Can't let it get too strong because it'll blow the ship into danger. Wind's magic is reminiscent of a dancer, fluid and graceful, controlled, but strong.

Legend's magic on the other hand is the most ungodly combination of what the actual crap? Where Time's is like someone took so much and stuffed it together, Legend's is like a house with many windows, and each time you look in a window, there's something different. His magic isn't blatantly Wrong, but it does flicker in and out as New Things. Monster magic? yeah, he's got that. Hylia's magic? Oh, yeah, you can sense that when his emotions are running high. Dream magic? dude is steeped in the stuff, but you have to look to find it. Death magic? Oh yeah better believe it. you touch that lightning scar that runs all over his left side and it's like Death herself is holding your hand. Dude's magic is screwy, but not Scary. His magics are all kinda only see-able by those who are similar, so it chameleons around with people so they can't ever sense anything strongly unless their magic is the same. In which case Oh! Same! Friend! Magic users (ahemHyruleahem) love him to death because he just feels Familiar, but if they could see how Much and Many magics there is, they'd be a little scared.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wild #lu four #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu warriors #lu time #lu twilight #lu legend #magic #ketto's brainfarts

[thatdeadaquarius]

Friend. F r I e N d. Your smol brother Razor hcs made my insides flippyflop. I beg, I plead...

My daughter QiQi? Holding onto my sleeve while we go picking herbs so she knows she can get home? Getting her a little bag with a notebook and pen so she always has memory?

SAYING THE LINE FROM WHERE THE WIND LEADS AND ASKING FOR A HUG?!

Scolding Baizhu for letting her go herb picking when he knows she probably won't remember the way home?!?! Because Archons man like NO.

Hello!! Flippyflop??!! Over my writing ??!! 🥺🥺 <3

AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK... WE SHALL DO... THE OTHER CHILD THAT NEEDS A CARING ADULT!!

Also srry im rlly slow getting to yalls asks i promise it will come and i love u all for giving me asks <33

(*´▽)ノ✨️ NOW LETS GO ! ! ✨️

(Now before yall come at me, I am aware Baizhu does care about her, but BUT, he still is studying her/canonically has ulterior motives, and lets her pick herbs when she may not be able to find her way back, also he doesnt strike me as the type to be super affectionate/parental, as cute as it is to write him that way)

What a b l e s s e d ask, this is so cute i love all the kids in genshin their adorable

So... im kinda a consistent Sagau writer, and i love requests like this! But also, im not sure if u guys want me to still apply Sagau/Isekai setting to these requests on top of what was initially asked??

So i will pretty much always make all requests will be SAGAU/ISEKAI Reader based, UNLESS YOU STATE OTHERWISE IN THE ASK!!

Oh Qiqi, another child product of ✨️traumatic events✨️

(Future me after finishing this: oh god what monster have I unleashed upon the world, upon the sagau tag, upon my innocent followers...)

Damn ur lucky u didnt land in Jueyun Karst or nothin

Or on one of the many mountains/cliffs all over Liyue

Its honestly more a shock u arent on a mountain bc theres so many,,

Ur pretty close to Liyue Harbor luckily, not in town, but sort of at the base of Mt Tianheng by the looks of it, almost behind it

Its about sunset too, WOW

Liyue Harbor is hella bigger than in game, holy fuck its actually a huge port city

Should u go into the city??

Ur not sure, do they speak English??

...Wait u dont got a single mora

U cant even get an inn rn RIP

?? Should u just? Find a cave?? To sleep in??

But what about monsters??!

(Call Xiao? Nah he'd freak tf out on u, Shenhe maybe? She is the only option u can think of that seems like she would possibly take in a random homeless traveler from another world, mostly bc she could beat ur ass no matter what)

So,, Shenhe? Maybe? Ur still not sold on the idea but maybe u could gather something out here to sell on a street corner?? Or to Wanmin maybe for fresh ingredients?

Yeah sure why not,

With that, u just wander around the area, checking out all the plants and animals

The fennec foxes are so adorable

Oh shit some mint and sweet flower, finally

Oh hell yeah a sunsettia, u got food now 💪

U hold onto some of it to sell (including a low violet grass hell yeah)

Crunchin and munchin ur way thru Liyue now, it isnt until u find a particularly wooded area that u hear ur first sign of human life

...

Stand corrected,

Unlife...?

A soft hum, almost a lullaby, comes from Qiqi as she picks up other flowers youve never seen before (ooo new liyue plants)

Should u just leave? She seems busy and u dont wanna distract her bc she might forget to go back to her task..

Wait a minute.

On the other hand,

Now you can finally achieve one of your many goals in Genshin that you couldn't as a player.

Help Qiqi collect herbs and guide her back,

And scold Baizhu. >:)

.

(whats he gonna do?? call the milieth on you??? for some rude person who doesnt like the way he makes a child wander off, who has memory issues and cant find her way back??? thats what you thought)

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Approaching the tiny zombie girl, you purposely step on a branch to let her know ur there

...she doesn't even flinch, instead she vvveerrryy slooowwwlllyyy lifts her head up from her bent position

Her big doe eyes 🥺

They dont look empty, or dead just kinda dreamy

She tilts her head, the adepti paper covering an eye

Qiqi: "...do I know you? ..you feel... familiar..."

Oh this is crazy, she sounds exactly like in game, but instead of in a screen, her voice is in front of you

You respond "Oh I don't think so?" You introduce yourself,

"Are you alone out here? The sun is setting..."

It didnt strike you until now, but the zombie girl is so... so... tiny

OMGGGG😫💘

I mean, you knew the kids were small, but not 5-6 year old small!!!

Qiqi stands, and you see her holding a basket in the crook of her other arm, full of greenery

(some u recognize like violet grass, horsetails, but others are completely new, wow u gotta wander around Liyue after u find somewhere to sleep tonight to check out how much more fleshed out it is irl...)

The little cryo user is the picture perfect image of sweetness 💝✨️

The paper falls to the side, and both of her gentle pink eyes look up at you (💔)

Qiqi answers slowly, "...I messed up my routine, I forgot to get herbs this morning...so I couldn't make the medicine for today... I'm getting them now instead.."

She turns to the right, then left, and blinks a few times (💔💔💔)

She kinda looks like she forgot the way back,, you figure you might as well ask

"Do you want help getting back to town? The pharmacy right?"

Qiqi looks back at you, and nods, "Okay...thank you..."

And

And!!

She takes YOUR HANNNDDDD 😫😫😫💔💔💔

Her small fingers are cold, and they wrap around only two of your fingers

SOBBING

Trying to hold the squeal inside urself, you turn and begin to walk off together, following the path around Mt. Tianheng into town

♤

HELL YEAH QIQI TIME LETS GOOO

After hearing about your homeless situation, Qiqi and Baizhu offer the guest room for the night, also partially as a thank you for helping Qiqi (thank fuck theyre that nice)

After talking on the way over,

Turns out that Baizhu lives just out of town of Liyue, (not found in the game, was is it with not showing characters houses...) that way he has some greenery around his house, and has a garden out back :D 🌱

Baizhu just gets this strange familiar feeling from you (it almost reminds him of,, seeing a regular customer that has been to see him hundreds of times...) that convinces him to offer you a job at the pharmacy, in exchange for living in the guest room for awhile ! ! WOO

MISSION 1:

FIND SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP + GET A JOB, COMPLETED

♧

Now MISSION 2:

GET MONEY, GET FOOD, SCOLD BAIZHU, LOVE QIQI

Literally on the first day out ur like,, Baizhu.

My boss, my friend, my buddy, my homie, my guyyyyy

U gotta let me go with Qiqi from now on, she will literally get lost hoe. 😐

Tapping ur foot at him and everything,

He's a little intimidated tbh bc ur so upfront about it, and agrees

U lowkey shame his parenting (and he actually feels quilty wow)

WITHIN THE FIRST COUPLE DAYS SHE ALSO SAID THIS!!

"Since we first met, I have had a warm feeling inside. Not the kind of warmth that makes me feel rotten. The other kind of warm. The one that happens inside my heart. Thank you. I am happy. Sadly I only recognize the current you. If I forget you... No. I will order myself to remember you."

AHHHHHHHH PERFECT CHILD <333

(Once again, if u read my Razor post, another person who can't quite articulate what you are as the Creator, but just has a feeling about you that ur cozy and safe :')

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SO QIQI CANONICALLY HAS A NOTEBOOK ALREADY!!

(U help her press flowers in it to both leave inside as a pleasent surprise when she forgets about them, and attach some to the front 💖)

And SHE HAS A SCHEDULE.

In the morning, she goes herb picking, then makes medicine, and then does stretches at the end of the day before bed

(At least im pretty sure thats it, it was like 3 things so she could remember easily)

ON LIKE,, THE FIRST FEW DAYS WITH HER, SHE STARTS TO FOLLOW U AROUND MORE AND MORE LIKE A LITTLE DUCKLING

And she even says "...I started memory training exercises recently. So don't worry, I won't forget who you are." 🥲💘

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Qiqi seemed excited to tell u all the plants u dont recognize and what they do in medicine,

U mostly think that bc she walked and talked a little faster,

her emotions arent super obvious bc apparently her facial muscles arent super flexible... :/

(she later on after she trusts you more, will sometimes let u rub her little cheeks and massage her face to let her have more range, she looks like a content kitten those times 😭😭)

But when ur not out and about Liyue's nature with Qiqi,

U do little odd jobs around Liyue, like dog walking, delivering peoples' medicine, and u even registered w/the Adventurer's Guild so u could take on small commissions :D

U used ur money to buy ingredients to cook food for urself and the household (bc Baizhu cant make anything besides soup and tea apparantly srsly how is this man alive)

And thru a series of trial and error (and consulting Xiangling..)

U made coconut milk!!! ✨️🥥🥛

Qiqi loved. It. Every. Time.

She's not tall enough to reach the kitchen counters w/o a stool, but she can peek her little head over it and put her fingers on the edge, which she does everytime u make it 😫😫🥺🥺

She has a 6th sense for everytime u make it, no matter where she is in the house/nearby lol

It was also one of the things she wrote down in her notebook that she didnt wanna forget LMAO

Next to a reminder that she knows you + other facts abt u, is "can make coconut milk"

You can bribe her with it too lol

QIQI BEST KITCHEN HELPER

Shes already Baizhu's assistant, so she is great at cutting, chopping, and prepping ingredients

She insists on helping u everytime, she'll even delay her morning routine for u to make breakfast <3

(U also make sure to remind her to eat and hydrate consistently, bc thatd be hard af to keep track of w/ memory issues, i would know 💀)

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U also used ur money to buy clothes for urself and her!! <3

Also apparently u still have access to the character menu? And ur inventory?? And quests???

U CAN UPGRADE QIQI

(YESS YESSS- MAKE HER THE STRONGEST CHILD IN THE WORLD, GODLIKE STRENGTH THE IMMORTAL UNDYING QIQI AGENDA HAHAHAHA)

(Her outfits show up in her outfit screen!! theres just kinda a hologram button hovering over her chest at all times..)

She seems rlly fond of upgrading her, her weapon, and artifacts bc she likes to be a stronk 💪girl to protect ppl she loves aw <3

(SHE SAID SHE WAS HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO PROTECT U BETTER THE FIRST TIME U ASCENDED HERRRR 😭💘

She also likes to help u out with commissions too, it brings her some variety in her day that shes become fond of!!

(Shes also become fond of you and all the exciting things ur doing)

AND

Ur quests menu is rlly helpful for you but also her!! U just gently reroute her or remind her everytime she needs it :)

(she has slowly gone from asking you what she forgot/what she was supposed to be doing, to just... LOOKING UP AT YOUUUUU FOR THE ANSWERRRR W/O SAYING ANYTHINGGGGG 💔💔💔💔💔💔)

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Bc u got jackshit all else to do in ur freetime, other than exploring, u started picking up some hobbies thatll benefit the both of you!

U bought some fabric and whatnot to make Qiqi a backpack!! So she doesnt have to carry around the herb basket anymore

(the ones being sold were too expensive, and werent quite right for her anyway, but u did stab urself enough times that Baizhu gave u bandages..)

You give it to her on her birthday!! (she also remembered yours!! She gave u herbal medicine and a necklace of gemstones she handmade like noctilous jade and cor lapis cries)

It has lots of pockets, bc Qiqi also likes to get interesting rocks or non-medicinal flowers to give you while yall are outside <3

She loves the backpack, u saw her make the

♡tiniest♡

Smile ever, which made it even cuter to see

(She also just, held it to her chest the whole day 😭)

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ALSO BC SHE STRIKES ME AS A SLOW BURN TYPE OF PERSON TO LOVE SOMEONE (idk if u get that feeling but thats what it seems like to me esp with her memory needing time to remember a new person, she apparently canonically cant always remember Baizhu's face??)

SO A RANDOM DAY AFTER ABOUT A MONTH AND A HALF, YALL WERE ABOUT TO GO HERB PICKING AGAIN AS USUAL,

WHEN SHE TOOK UR SLEEVE AND JUST,, STAYED THERE THE WHOLE TIME,,

EVEN WHEN SHE WAS HERB PICKING-

🫂🫂🫂

Was that your soul leaving your body? Maybe 🤷‍♂️

But when yall r in a crowd of Liyueans and tourists, she straight up latches onto ur hand like a vice grip

She WILL NOT lose you, and ur holding back just as hard, you WILL NOT lose ur amnesiac child!!!

She likes to come into town with u when u go bc while shes not a fan of crowds, she can deal with them a lot better when ur there 🥺

Plus she wants to be able to look out for you!!

SUCH A SWEETHEARTTT

When u asked why she didnt like crowds the first time yall went SHE SAID

"Some people want to take advantage of me. Others are terrified of me. But you... You are not like any of those people."

QIIIIQQQIIIIIII MY BELOVEDDDD CHILDDDD 🥲🥲🥲😭😭😭😭

(ALL OF THESE ARE CANON VOICELINES BTW EXCEPT FOR YALLS FIRST MEETING AT THE TOP!!!)

♡

Ok so she was already pretty strong before you, but now esp since u started upgrading her-

Qiqi is hella strong and has great stamina

U saw this in action in real time when Hu Tao was strolling down the path near where yall were herb picking off to the side

Hu Tao and Qiqi like... locked eyes-

U were looking down at plants but noticed Qiqi not moving, and looked up to see the most intense staring contest ever LMAO

AND LIKE SOME KIND OF LIKE BIRD OR SQURRIEL WHEN THEY LIKE FREEZE AND THEN BOLT WHEN U ARENT EXPECTING IT THEY ARE OFF LMFAO

QIQI IS RUNNING FOR THE HILLS, ITS LITERALLY INSANE TO WATCH HER BE SO FAST AHSHAKKALDFH

HU TAO IS ALSO FAST BUT LIKE THERES STILL A GOOD AMOUNT OF DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM-

AS U FINALLY GET OVER THE SHOCK, U RUN AFTER THEM LOL

THEY QUICKLY OUT PACE UR SLOW ASS AND UR HUNCHED OVER DYING AND JUST BEFORE THEY GET OUT OF RANGE U HEAR-

"YOU HAVE TO LET ME PUT YOU TO REST, DON'T WORRY YOU'LL LIKE IT DOWN THERE THE DIRT IS NICE AND COLD!!"

AND AN INDIGNANT "No!"

LMAO HU TAO GIVES UP 2 HOURS LATER, AND QIQI WAS LITERALLY RUNNING AND CLIMBING THE WHOLE TIME LMFAO

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SO IDK IF YALL SEEN IT BUT THERES A TRAILER OUT ABOUT XIAO i think??

AND AT ONE POINT QIQI CANONICALLY SAYS SHE CARRIED HIM WHEN HE WAS PASSED OUT BACK TO THE PHARMACY 💀

U WERE THERE WHEN YALL FOUND XIAO

it was kinda shocking to finally have ran into him (bc u figured there was no way he would come down to see some rando human, even if u had almond tofu)

AND HE'S PASSED OUT??!!?!?!

Top ten most disturbing images: Xiao face first on the ground, out of it

And while ur like panicking "omfg how tf am i gonna carry this mf all the way back to the pharmacy, omg what happened, oh jesus this is insane its literally XIAO and he's PASSED OUT-"

Qiqi in the background like, "hup"

And just arranges him in a piggyback carry, his legs and arms sticking straight out in front of her, his ass almost touching the GROUNNNDDD😭😭😭

You: *shocked pikachu face meme LMAOOO

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I LOVE THAT THIS IS CANON OHMYGODTHIS MIGHT BETHE FUNNIEST SHIT OUT OF GENSHIN LORE/STORY YET

♤

Bonus: Zhongli has been going in-fucking-sane trying to locate where u are lol, Hu Tao literally made him take a few days off bc he was pacing around the harbor so much 😭

He always seems to get to where you are, just as you leave the area (apparently Qiqi's deathlike presence throws off ur very full of life one)

Literally as soon as you landed (woke up?) On Liyue soil, he was hyper aware of you

The other adepti are searching the rest of Liyue just in case ur someone where else

Lol wonder how long it took him to realize u were just workin at Bubu Pharmacy LMAO

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THIS IS SO LONG 😭????? WHAT HAPPENED

THIS THING AS LONG AS A FALL INTO THE ABYSS

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WELL NOW I KNOW WHY IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TO POST ANYTHING FOR A FEW DAYS BC THIS IS A FREAK OF NATURE

I ALREADY MADE THE LAST ONE TOO LONG AND NOW HERE WE ARE CRYING

I hope u enjoyed this fucking monster anon sob-

oh my god im actually shocked you guys, i just scrolled up and down this thing-

I can't even like, flick it once and let it scroll really fast and reach the top u know what i mean?? 😟😰🙂🙃🥲

I just,, i had so many ideas, and as i typed and tried to get them all down i-

uh,, aNyWaY,,, enjoy yalls week guys...😟😃 distantsobbing

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[captain-mj]

Hi.. so, uhm

Here's the deal, I'll give you 100 red gummy bears and 1 red gummy worm; if you write a Graves x Price, but not any kind of story, oh hell nah, those toe curling and wild smut fics.

The type of story that you think "I'm sorry for what I'll do" and when you finish it you say "forgive Father for what I've done"

Idk go wild, maybe some wild monsterfuck or anything you'd like

Than you I love you (respectfully) and yeah, that's all ❤️

My friend Heart gave me the idea for Kraken Price and Sailor Graves! 

Pov: Graves

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Graves steadied his gun, trying to shoot at the damned monster attacking the ship. He felt panicked as a giant tentacle went for him. It splashed him with salty water as it raised. 

Graves moved his gun, trying to aim when a second tentacle suddenly grabbed him around his waist. It had snuck behind him while he had focused on the other one. He was flung several feet in the air and away from the ship, but was caught before he could slam into the water. 

The thing dangled him, being surprisingly kind with the way it held him. Several came to form like a hammock around him. Graves tried to scrambled out but they pushed him back in, restraining him now. He fought back briefly but in vain.

Reluctantly, he gave up, going still in hopes they’d loosen their grip again so he could escape.

The tentacles held him gently, trailing over him. They were very cold and still wet with seawater, soaking his clothes.

He managed to get a glimpse of where his ship should have been but all he saw was it sinking.

Graves realized he was going to die out there. He tensed and went for his gun but the tentacles wrapped around his wrist to prevent it. They dropped him the few feet he was above the water, making him splash against the water. He tried to swim back up but someone wrapped his arms around him, pulling him back down.

A very handsome man was there. Very handsome indeed. Rugged but with pretty, soft blue eyes. He was shirtless but Graves couldn’t see if he was wearing pants. The water grew murky past his bellybutton.

He was... abnormally big. His hands took up the majority of his back and it felt like he was twice his size. 

“Hello.” Nice voice though. Funny accent. 

Graves let out a soft breath. “Oh good, we speak the same language. Were you from my ship? We need to get out of here.”

“Why?”

“We’re being attacked by a tentacled beast?”

The man smiled, clearly amused. “You think me a beast?”

Graves looked down again, this time seeing the water wasn’t murky, but writhing with…. Things. He tried to push away, a little panicked but the man held him tight.

“My name is Price.”

“Graves.” He shivered, the position he was in becoming a little more apparent. He was at this man’s mercy, currently in his arms and there were… tentacles everywhere.

Lovely.

“Listen, I have a family back home.”

“A girl?” Price asked, pressing a little closer. His torso pushed between his thighs.

“N-no. But I…” it was hard to think. “A mom…” He mumbled a little.

“I’m not going to kill you. Don’t worry.” Price’s hands slid down to his ass. “You’re rather pretty.”

Graves blinked slowly, thighs clenching instinctively around him. “Thank you. For men though, its mostly handsome.” He felt the hands on his ass squeeze slightly.

Price hummed. “Your clothes are so wet. Probably need to get you out of those.”

Graves flushed but nodded. He felt something grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. “What are you planning on doing to me?”

“You just relax. I know humans are delicate.”

Graves scowled and went to snap at him before a tentacle wrapped around his throat carefully. Price smiled at him before unlacing Graves’s pants and sliding them down, moving him around when he didn’t move fast enough. 

Tentacles wrapped around his legs, keeping them slightly apart.

“Do you want this?”

Graves felt flustered, naked and unsure exactly what was being offered. A tentacle slid along his ass, poking at him lightly and he realized.

“Has anyone touched you here before?” 

“N-no.” Graves gasped, looking up at the stars. “I want it. Please use your hands too.” 

“Eager little thing.” Those big hands pushed his legs further open and the tentacles kept them apart. His head was forced further back as one of them gently poked at his mouth. It slithered slowly down his throat, giving him time to adjust. He took a deep breath and swallowed around it, feeling the man shudder. “You’re good at that.”

Graves hummed in response and his eyes fluttered close. He felt himself start to get floaty. 

Another one prodded at his hole, substantially bigger than the one in his mouth. He tensed himself in preparation.

“So small...” Price mumbled. “We might be here a while before you can take my cock... Oh well. I’m patient.” It started to slide into him and Graves thrashed. The stretch burned and he wondered when exactly he planned on stopping. Price just kept sliding deeper and deeper into him. 

Graves realized after a moment the tentacle was tapered as it got bigger and bigger. The stretch of his body and the feeling of him rearranging his insides started to become unbearable. He whimpered softly and Price stopped, slowly sliding it out so Graves could feel every inch that had entered his body. 

“There you go. You’re okay.” Those soft hands rubbed at his sides and the one in his mouth retreated, leaving him drooling. It started to slide back into him and there was nothing to muffle Graves cries now. Price managed to go further this time but eventually Graves shook his head, needing him to stop. 

“What are you.... fuck, what are you doing?” The aching emptiness once Price was out almost made him start crying. His thoughts were muffled by the need for more and the pain of it all. 

“Preparing you. You need to pretty stretched.” Two started to enter him and Graves struggled slightly, eyes rolling back. It felt like he was being torn apart and he started whimpering.

“Please, too much, please.” 

Price stopped, but didn’t pull out. One of them started pushing deeper and Graves panted harshly before it pressed against something. He properly screamed, legs shaking.

“There it is.” Price hummed to himself. The one continued applying a dizzying amount of pressure while the other pushed further into Graves. “Fascinating.” 

Graves couldn’t think. Could barely feel the pain over the waves and waves of pleasure running over him. 

One of Graves’s hands were moved to his stomach, letting him feeling where the bulge through it. He whimpered, clenching hard around everything inside him. Price panted softly.

“Humans are usually pretty, but you...” He cupped Graves’s face. “You’re stunning. I’m going to keep you with me a while, yeah? Promise to keep you nothing but pleased.”

Graves gasped softly and leaned into the gentle touch. He came untouched, the pressure on his prostate becoming too much to bear. 

Price kissed him through it, no longer applying as much pressure but still keeping him filled. 

Graves panted softly. “Do this often?” He tried to grin but Price thrust in and it disappeared in a groan. His body still felt so sensitive from the orgasm. 

“Occasionally. Today is the start of my mating season and I needed someone. You don’t mind, do you?” Was Price mocking him? Graves felt himself shudder, finding that just turned him on more. 

“No.” Price thrust again and Graves head fell back. “It’s so much.”

“You’re handling it very well. I’m going to pull them out, okay? Real slow and then I’ll see if you can fit my cock yet.” Price warned him, giving him a minute to take a deep breath.

“You can move now.” Price took one out first before pressing his hand on his lower stomach, making Graves gasp slightly. 

“Good boy. Doing so well for me.” Price cooed before slowly removing the other tentacle. Graves shuddered as the cold air came in touch with him. “You’re gaping slightly. Should be perfect.”

Several tentacles wrapped around Graves’s arms, giving him something to hold on to. He held them tight as Price moved, raising up and showing just how much bigger he was. Even just the human part was as big as Graves and that did funny things to him. 

He was steadily getting hard again and Price noticed, smiling. He hoisted Graves up and the tentacles supported him, keeping him suspended with his hips up. 

Graves decided to keep his eyes trained on the stars as Price lined him up. The head of his cock pressed against him and Graves wasn’t sure even with the prep he could take it. Tentacles readjusted him, spreading his legs wider and slightly up to give Price more access. 

It pressed into him slowly and Graves slowly fell apart. Price started to moan softly which spurred Graves on. 

“I can take more.” Graves whimpered out when he stopped. 

Price’s eyes darkened just a little and he pressed further in. Graves decided not to think about how deep he was going in him. He wasn’t an expert, but he knew it was a lot more than a few inches. His hand was pressed to his stomach again and he could feel Price moving. The pleasure was starting back up, raking down his spine.

It stopped and Graves whined. “Why...”

“Bottomed out. Good job, sweetheart.” Price praised him and Graves closed his eyes, mewling. He thrust in carefully and Graves felt it almost snap him in half. His legs trembled slightly but every move made him brush against his prostate and it was all so much. 

Graves felt himself melt into a puddle. One of the tentacles gently rubbed at his cock, gently jacking him off. Price started to kiss him again and held him close, starting to moan gently. 

“You’re so goddamn tight. So fucking hot inside.” Price growled against him, voice deepening. Graves panted against his mouth and tugged at the restraints. He was released and he wrapped his arms around him, wanting him closer. 

It got fuzzier and fuzzier as his head start to spin. He came again, body tensing up around him. 

Price came in him and Graves whimpered against him, sinking his teeth into Price’s shoulder. He went limp after a minute, feeling the rush of something cold through his body. 

“Are you going to pull it out?” 

“In a minute. You’re so good.”

“How long does your mating season last?”

“Two months. I’ll put you on the shore wherever you want when its over.” Price promised, kissing him softly. “Until then, you’re mine.”

#cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #Phillip graves #John Price #Captain John Price #Price x Graves #Graves x Price

[bambirex]

Another Steddie request, so I read the Wayne shovel talk and it was *chefs kiss* butttt I feel like we never see Eddie get a shovel talk, like I feel like the kids still would cause Steve was there first and had truly taken care of them and there safety. I feel like the kids would give Eddie a shovel talk even if it wasn’t like that intimidating it’s the thought behind it

I'm glad you liked it! 💕 The kids would give him the shovel talk, and they shall give him one!

Warnings: none

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When Eddie was told to come over to Dustin's immediately, he thought there was an emergency. He thought maybe one of the kids had gotten hurt, that some awful monster from the Upside Down showed up again. He sped down the road on his motorbike, hoping he didn't hit someone on the way as he didn't even have the mind to check where he was going; he just had to be there as quickly as possible.

When Eddie got there, though, there was no sign of any life-threatening situation. It was just the kids standing in Dustin's room, looking very serious.

"So... What's up?" Eddie asked, looking over each of them. Dustin sighed deeply, before he gestured for Eddie to take a seat very dramatically.

"Guys? Will someone speak? You're freaking me out."

"We need to talk to you," Max said, "about Steve."

"What... did something happen to him? Is he hurt?" Eddie jumped up, panic settling in his stomach like lead. "Where is he?"

"Calm down, Jesus," Mike laughed, "he's fine."

"We're gonna talk about shovels," El explained with a soft smile. Eddie's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"What!?"

"Shovel talk, it's called a shovel talk," Will offered helpfully, both to El and Eddie. That made Eddie sigh with relief, until he realized what that meant for him.

"Oh."

"We just wanna know what your intentions are with our Steve," Dustin explained. "We wanna know, if this thing between you is anything serious."

"Steve has been here for us for such a long time," Lucas added with a smile, "he means a lot to us. And we love you too, Eddie, but he's like... a big brother to us."

Of course, that made sense. Eddie knew exactly, how much Steve meant to the kids. He had really stuck his neck out for them on multiple occasions, protecting them from monsters and awful humans alike. It was no wonder the kids wanted to keep him safe for a change.

"Yeah, I got that," Eddie smiled. "I love him, kiddos, I really do."

"And you're not gonna ditch him, are you?" Erica pointed at him, eyebrows furrowed. "Because you know I'm more than happy to beat your ass if you do."

That made Eddie laugh. He was well aware of how powerful Erica could be when pissed off- but, that was true for all the kids.

"People think he's this dumb playboy, but he's so much better than that," Dustin continued. "He has a big heart."

"He's very sensitive. Cries a lot more than you'd think. Ugh, don't tell him I said that," Mike added quickly.

"He has been the protector of us for so long," Will said quietly, "he deserves someone who protects him."

"And who cherishes him," Max interjected, "because he loves some spoiling. He actually loves flowers too, buy him some!"

"And chocolate, everyone loves chocolate!" El grinned. "And he likes going to the movies!"

"And whatever you do, don't mess up his hair," Lucas chuckled, making the rest of them laugh along as well.

Eddie made a mental list of everything the kids said. He had very serious plans with Steve, and he was more than happy to spoil him. The fact his little kiddos got so up in arms to make sure he was treated right warmed Eddie's heart. Steve deserved the best of everything, and Eddie was going to make sure he would get it.

"I'll make sure to treat him right," Eddie promised. "I love Steve a lot, I really do. And I'd rather shoot myself before I broke his heart. Not to mention," he glanced at Erica with an over-exaggerated fearful expression, "I know you would gut me if I did that."

"Hell yeah, we would," Erica grinned, not even half-joking.

"Seriously, just be good to him," Dustin sounded more serious than ever. "He really, really needs it."

Eddie reached out and gently patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll do everything in my power to treat him right. He's going to be the most loved man in Hawkins."

All the kids yelled "he better be!" in unison, making Eddie laugh. Steve was one hell of a lucky guy that he had such a protective little family.

*

Later that night, when they were laying in bed, Eddie told Steve about his talk with the kids. Steve groaned in embarrassment, burying his face in Eddie's neck.

"Jesus, I never asked them to do that!"

"You didn't have to," Eddie said softly, "they did this on their own. Because they love you, Steve, and they want to make sure you get treated right."

Steve smiled softly. "They are such idiots, but I love all of them, too. This is actually really sweet."

"Mama Steve and his little nuggets," Eddie cooed, making Steve let out an offended noise.

"I'm not...! Okay, I guess I am a mama bear. With very powerful cubs."

"And I'm gonna keep my promise," Eddie said softly. He hooked a finger under Steve's chin and raised it, so he could kiss him on the lips softly. "I'm gonna make you the most loved man in Hawkins, Steve Harrington. And if I'll ever mess up, there's an army of kids waiting to murder me."

"I'll murder you, too. But they'll murder you harder."

"Yeah," Eddie laughed, holding Steve close to his chest, "I'm sure about that."

#steddie #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #will byers #mike wheeler #my fic #request

[fuckmeyer]

Wiggins!) the bizarre thing about the vampire men in the cullen family all seem to be at least subconsciously what Smeyer wants Bella to have but can’t seem to get over her initial vision of what she saw in her drafts or whatever. It’s odd that every single one of the Cullen men are like strongly devoted (but mostly devoid of personality because it’s so Bella centric) but when you compare them to Edward they seem interesting in some ways. Like Narratively we’re supposed to have this threat that Edward is constantly holding back from killer her but I don’t feel like we see that. Conversely, Jasper is constantly the one who is suffering about human smells and is the more vampire-like. But he’s also a glorified lap dog. So it’s like ‘oh he’s a monster but he’ll never hurt me” (things Alice has said out loud. Man even psychics slip up. I swear her powers weren’t so accurate until Smeyer needed an excuse for plot reasons)

Emmett feels like when some women say they like waifish guys because they don’t want to seem like they’re vapid for liking “big dudes with muscles” so of course you pair Emmett with the “shallow blonde”

Carlisle, I swear only exists so Edward has someone to model but I would also argue that he’s proto-Edward before whatever reworking she had to do when writing Twilight for a YA audience and brought him back as a different character.

Yeah a rant

hello again bestie Wiglet! (note to self: learn Photoshop so i can shop Jacob's bad wig onto a pic of Piglet)

this is such an interesting take! thanks for sharing. i totally see what you're saying. in all the Cullen men we see both a blend of softness & devotion *and*, interestingly enough, a patchwork of patriarchal ideas of what a man "should" be. & this idea comes to the forefront with the depiction of the love interests

smeyer wants us to see Edward as the chivalric gentlemen from the Days of Yore. we see this in the opening doors, the cutsey little romance taglines ("you are my life now," "look after my heart; i've left it with you," "so the lion fell in love" etc), the knight saving the damsel in distress, the expensive tokens of his affection, etc.

at the same time, in both Edward & Jacob we see the crude traits of the Patriarchy Dreamboat kinda guy. if i had to sum it up, it's like the guy you see in 80s movies. "bad boy." "opposites attract." he's a jerk. he's a hunk. he's domineering. he's allowed to show emotion only & especially if that emotion is anger. he's persistent in his efforts to get the girl, going so far as to kiss her without her consent if it's For a Good Cause (Edward in New Moon post-Volterra, Jacob in Eclipse). he's a cool guy who's In Control 👉😎👉

perhaps that's why the Twilight saga appealed so such a large swath of women & girls. the women, who grew up with the notion that they could have the true love of their dreams so long as they submitted to the patriarchal social contract, saw the contract being fulfilled in Edward. (i.e., "you can be the king if you treat me like a princess.")

on the other hand, the 90s/00s girlies who grew up in the midst of a feminist revolution & who could see the glimmer of a dismantled patriarchy on the horizon were attracted to Edward for the flashes of radical feminist love they saw: the unapologetic expressions of emotion, the honesty of him sharing his vulnerabilities & weaknesses, Bella's ability to override Edward's will when necessary, etc.

sorry, i know this isn't really the crux of the rant you submitted, but it is extremely interesting to see these contradictions playing out in all the male characters of the saga. it's almost like smeyer is having this internal debate with herself without even realizing it...

#twilight meta #twilight renaissance #the twilight saga #i have been reading too much bells hooks (jk that's impossible) and have been thinking about radical feminist theory & #how it actually both applies and does not apply to twilight #i've been wanting to write a meta about it but fuck it #fuckmeyer 2.0 only takes meta requests i guess #anyway you brought up a really good point about how the cullen men are all a mix of what smeyer wanted Edward to be #and yet she was too afraid to realize the vision to its fullest extent #like yes she wants the muscles but she wants Edward to be soft and loving and delicate #and she wants Edward to have an Unforgivable Past but not SO unforgivable that he's completely damaged goods #and she wants him to be Devoted but not SO devoted that he's 'pussywhipped' #and she wants the devout religiosity and Goodness of Carlisle but she recognizes at the same time that women & readers want conflict #my response was getting long and frankly i didn't want to derail or dtract any further from the facts you were spitting but #i see what you're saying and i think you touch on something very incisive about the vision versus the execution of twilight #if we imagine a saga in which Edward WAS balls-to-the-wall Edward...what kind of character would we see? #that is another meta for another time but WOW am i thinking about this Intently and how different the saga would be if smeyer were to Commi #thanks for sending this my way!!! #cheers <3

[hedwig394]

Derek Hale x Scott's sister, Sarah McCall

Sarah is older than Scott and only a year younger than Derek. (because big age gaps scare me). She works at the hospital with her mother and is a pharmacist and also a Druid of Scott's pack.

Timeline : In TW S1, after Sarah rescues Derek from Kate.

Sarah :

I run to the basement where they've been keeping Derek. Scott follows close behind me, and even when he is the supernatural one, it seems like I am running faster.

"CeeCee," Scott says, "Be careful." Even when I pretend like I don't like it when he calls me that, on the inside, I do. When Scott was a baby, he couldn't pronounce my name. He used to say 'CeeCee'. Even when he learnt the correct pronunciation, he still calls me that.

"Are you sure that this is the place?" I ask him as we come to a stop outside the door. My heart's been hammering and I've been out of my mind with worry. I had met Derek not a long time ago, but him and I, there's a bond developed between us. I'm sure that we have a connection. Like when he growls at every man who looks my way, when he almost became a wolf and killed that one man who tried to steal my purse, yup, I know he's into me.

And so am I. I like being with him. To the world, he's a dry, humourless, dead-inside person, but to me, he's just a man who's been alone for too long. People look at him like he's some kind of monster, but to be honest, my father was more of a monster than he is.

I hear voices inside, and put my ear to the door. Scott doesn't have to.

Derek: "Are you gonna torture me, or are you just gonna talk me to death?"

Kate: "Oh, sweetie, I don't- I don't wanna torture you. I just... wanna catch up. Remember all the fun we had together?"

Derek: "Like the time you burned my family alive?"

Kate: "No, I was thinking more about the hot, crazy sex we had. But the fire thing? Yeah, that was fun, too. I love how much you hate me. Remember how this felt?"

I take away my ear. I have to save Derek, not vomit at this door. Whatever Kate had in mind after she said that, it is disturbing. Still, a pang rocks my heart when I realise that she saw the innocent, kind part of Derek which I'll most likely never see.

Not the time to be jealous.

Kate walks away, and Scott and I burst open the door. I cough due to the dust, but Scott stands in front of Derek with his jaw clenched. Derek sees him first and then I step into the light. Derek's eyes widen.

"Why is she here?" He snaps at Scott, making my heart crack.

"I'd suggest you to be a bit more grateful, Derek! Since she was the one who insisted on saving your life as soon as possible after she located where you were being tortured!" Scott snarls at him. I give him a soft smile. If there's anything Scott doesn't tolerate, it's the disrespect of his sister.

"I am grateful for that." Derek grits his teeth. He refuses to make eye contact with me. "But do you remember that she's human? She can't heal like us! What if something happens to her-"

"Look at me!" I snarl at him. "I'm done sitting safely in my house while a crazy werewolf hunter tries to hurt my brother and my-"

I break of mid-sentence. My? Derek? Mine?

"You!" I grit out. "And don't even get me started on that crazy alpha wandering around beacon hills." He's looking at me now, his eyes full of emotion, a rarity when we talk about Derek. "You need me, Derek. Admit it."

I don't give him a chance to speak and step up to him, removing his cuffs. Once I free his hands, he doesn't move, just keeps them on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. He touches his head to mine and says, "You have no idea how much I need you. I need you to control myself. You're my anchor, Sarah McCall."

"I thought your anchor was anger." I tease him playfully. He kisses my head. "That was before I met you."

"Can you two stop? I don't wanna vomit here." Scott says from behind me. "Derek, we need to talk to you. About Peter."

I try to move away but he holds my hand. "Derek, you cannot support Peter. You cannot be with him." I warn.

"If he's going to kill the Argents, I will." He says firmly.

"I'm not going to let you kill Allison!" Scott shouts at the top of his voice. "What is wrong with you, Scott?" Derek snarls at him exasperatedly, "She is from a family of hunters! Do you know what hunters do? They. Kill. Us. You're not in love, Scott! You're 16 years old!"

I flinch at his loud voice and he gives me an apologetic look. It feels like he's trying to explain that to himself other than Scott.

Scott is comtemplating and looks confused. "What if I told you, Peter was the one who killed your sister to become the Alpha?"

There is a shift in the air. I can feel it even without the wolfish senses. Derek's demeanour changes, and his eyes get darker till the shine into a vibrant blue.

"Derek," I whisper to him, "Calm down." The blue fades from his eyes but he still looks angry.

After we escape from there, I first take Derek to his loft to take a look at his injuries. Most of them are healed, but not all of them.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you." He says quietly as I patch up one of his injuries. "I know you were just looking out for me."

"Looking out for you is an understatement. I had gone mad with worry." I snort.

"I'm sorry." He says again. I don't reply.

After he's all patched up, we start thinking of a plan to catch Peter.

"Wait, you're not accompanying us, are you?" Derek asks me, wide-eyed.

"Of course I am. You idiots will mess everything up without me." I say promptly.

"Sweetheart, you probably don't want to hear this, but-" Derek sighs, "It's too risky. Peter won't stop at anything to get what he wants."

"And I will remain careful." I assure him. "You don't have to babysit me, Derek. I can take care of myself."

"I know," he hugs me, "I'm just worried about you. You're one of those few people I actually care for."

"How much do you care for me, hmm?" I tease him as we separate. "This much?" I hold my fingers with a little gap in them. "This much?" I widen the gap. "Or this much?" I hold my arms apart, gesturing to the space between them.

"This much." He says and his lips crash down on mine. I've never kissed him before, and kissing him feels surreal. He kisses me passionately and lovingly, like his entire world is me. I kiss him back with all the care and passion I've felt for him since the day I first saw him near the Hale house.

It feels like his lips are made for mine, and I sink into the kiss as I rejoice the feeling of us being together.

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[imagine-darksiders]

War X Reader

Hey! A wild writing commission appeared!

Requested by the lovely @olenstarbreezeze who asked for a War X Reader fic with Chaos War and hurt/comfort.

I uh... I might have gone over the word limit a wee smidge :S

Also, while this is set during the first game, I tried to take more from War's personality in Genesis.

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“Beware the loyalty of a Horseman...”

That had been Ulthane's rumbled warning to you, spoken in the dull hush of his underground hovel.

Between clucking over the wounds you'd sustained from your run-in with the Griever and grumbling about the state of his front door, he'd sent a surreptitious glare at the cloaked figure looming on the other side of his home.

“Havin' a Horseman on your side is like havin' a bloody army at your back,” the maker had continued in a low thrum, meeting your eye once again and giving you a look as stony as the bench you'd been sat on, “Take care how you use it, eh?”

That had been a week ago.

At the time, you'd simply smiled and patiently agreed to be careful. You certainly weren't about to argue with the giant who'd been kind enough to offer you a safe haven from the demon-infested world outside, whilst the Horseman regathered his strength and planned the next leg of your journey.

You had merely found it hard to imagine that the Apocalyptic Nephilim could be loyal to a human he'd only known for a few, short weeks.

Now however, almost seven days after Ulthane told you to tread carefully with the Horseman's loyalty, you're starting to wonder if the old giant had been right to warn you after all...

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“You can change back now, you know...”

Your gentle suggestion cuts through the silence that has cocooned the dilapidated city hall for the last half an hour, and although you'd made an effort to whisper, you still wince at such a jarring shift in volume.

Regardless, you think you've posited an issue that needs to be brought up sooner rather than later.

War, the battle-hardened and stoic Horseman of the Apocalypse, isn't quite himself.

Literally.

He hasn't been 'himself' since he came thundering into that demon encampment over an hour ago, whipped up into a frenzy and enraged like a maddened bull, hellbent on rescuing his unwitting charge.

A Phantom General had thought it would be a good idea to not only kidnap you right out from under War's nose, but to ultimately force you into the role of 'bait' in some harebrained scheme to ambush the Horseman and cleave his head from his shoulders.

Of course, the General and his legion of Phantom Guards had been expecting to fight a Horseman.

They never thought they'd instead come face to fanged face with a flaming, bipedal juggernaut that came charging towards them, its skin charcoal dark and solid like basalt, and an eternal fire enveloping its body as if it has been doused in gelatinous napalm.

With your neck caught in the cruel, crushing grasp of the startled General, you'd watched on in horrified awe as War's most vicious and primal form demolished the unsuspecting demons, tearing them asunder with immense, cragged jaws and sweeping horns that curved out in front of his head and stretched their fiery tips towards the sky.

Power and outrage given a physical form...

He'd become Chaos. Fierce and devastating Chaos.

Even now, tucked somewhat safely inside what had once been a bustling city hall, 'Chaos' is still maintaining control, and he's planted himself squarely in the entrance with his colossal shoulders quivering in agitation and his whip-like tail lashing back and forth behind him.

The flames licking up his back haven't dimmed in the slightest.

He's been in this state for some time, wound tighter than a coiled spring as he growls quietly at the closed doors, either unable, or unwilling to allow War to reclaim control.

“War?” you croak again, raising your brows expectantly, “I really don't think anything's coming through that door for a while... You cleared the whole city block.”

That isn't an exaggeration. The streets had run crimson with the blood of innumerable demons, whose shrieks and death-cries will likely haunt your dreams when you eventually lay down to sleep tonight.

Though the almighty beast's ear twitches towards you, he otherwise doesn't react to your words.

Clicking your tongue, you shake your head and mutter, “Stubborn Horseman...”

Realising that you're getting nowhere, you cast your eyes down to your left ankle, chewing apprehensively on your lip.

You hadn't escaped that encampment entirely unscathed...

You've yet to pull your injured leg from the confines of its boot, admittedly hesitant to acknowledge the extent of the damage within. You don't have to see the Ravager's bite to know that it's bad. The fire burning under your skin is painful enough to clue you in on it.

The only consolation is that the hell-dog that gave you the injury is now dead, crushed savagely under Chaos's earth-shattering fists.

Still, while you've got a moment, you suppose it would be prudent to find some water and clean the wound of dried blood and dirt.

Hissing through gritted teeth, you swing yourself sideways on the rickety, wooden pew you've claimed and haul your leg up alongside you, bending at the waist to reach your shoelaces. Lips pressed into a thin line, you barely manage to hold onto a whimper as you peel the boot and sock loose, letting both drop off the bench to reveal the mess of flesh that has grown sticky and brown with your congealing blood.

“Oh, boy,” you breathe shakily, ghosting your fingertips around the tooth marks, “That's probably gonna sting tomorrow, huh?”

All of a sudden, the sound of a deep, strong inhale draws your gaze up to the red behemoth standing guard by the doors. Chaos has raised his head to give the air a generous sniff, only to abruptly heave his bulk around to face you with an urgency that puts you on edge. Those wild, golden eyes drift down to land upon your damaged leg, and you mentally admonish yourself for your oversight.

In taking off your boot, you've essentially saturated the air with the stench of your blood.

When he'd carried you away from the encampment, Chaos had done nothing but try to lap at the bruises around your neck until you shoved his snout away and told him sternly that his sandpaper tongue was hardly helping matters.

Evidently offended, he'd been immensely huffy about it. You can only imagine what the smell of your blood is doing to the primitive hindbrain that takes over whenever Chaos is brought forth.

With a resonant, guttural bark, he takes two strides on his digitigrade legs until he descends upon you, dropping heavily to his forelegs with a 'whump' that causes the linoleum floor to squeak under his impressive weight.

There's an instinctive part of you that fears the giant maw pushing rudely into your space, and you shrink against the bench at your back, angling your gaze away from his fangs.

A gush of hot, damp breath washes over you when he parts his jaws and grumbles unhappily at your ankle, and before you can stop him, that broad, coarse tongue is lolling out of his mouth to thwack dully on top of your calf, giving your leg a firm lick.

“OW!” you squawk at once, jolting at the sting of pressure on your tender wound, “War! Knock it off! That's gross!”

The beast just grunts in response, but he does slow down as he rolls his tongue to your ankle again and steals a second lap.

Pulling a face, you plant your palms on the rock hard tip of his snout and lean your whole weight against him, fruitlessly attempting to push him away. “For goodness sake!” you gripe, “I can clean it myself. With actual water.”

When all you receive is a churlish huff in response, you let out a groan and take the rather hopeless notion that you could escape his persistent tongue by simply hopping off the pew, ducking under his horns and hobbling off to find the closest bathroom you can lock yourself in.

Of course, as soon as you try to stand, Chaos lets out a sudden growl and firmly - but recognisably gently - bunts his snout into your chest, pinning you against the back of the bench with his lips peeled apart in a clear warning.

Your hands fly up at once, held placatingly in the air.

It's easy to forget sometimes that while this may be War, it's a side of him you hardly know in the slightest. He seems more beast than human in this form, and you're not keen on testing the limits of his patience....

“War...” you murmur, eyeing his bared teeth warily, “War, please... You're scaring me.”

His scalding, yellow gaze bores into you for a few more seconds before he blinks and his eyes suddenly grow wide.

In the next instant, his massive head pulls away and he stares down at the spot where you've huddled yourself into a tiny ball on the pew.

And then, all at once, he's dropping his head until his jaw hits the ground, and in an explosion of red light and thick, black smoke, Chaos is gone, replaced instead by the hunched, hooded figure of War, in all his armoured glory.

Substantially smaller than Chaos but still able to utterly dwarf you in stature, the Horseman is crouched on the ground in front of you, his fists pressed to the linoleum and his white, blonde hair spilling out of his hood as he gives his head a firm shake.

Even on his knees, he's still a figure of immense proportions.

Slowly raising his eyes to you, War adopts a familiar scowl and through clenched teeth, he growls, “What... were you... thinking?”

Taken aback, you scrunch up one side of your face and blurt, “Excuse me?”

Curling his lip, the Nephilim glances around at the room, spotting your backpack leaning up against the side of the bench. “I told you to remain close,” he grumbles, bending down to rummage through the pack and straightening up a moment later, this time with one of your scavenged water bottles clutched in his too-large fist.

Bridling, you protest, “I had to go to the bathroom! I wasn't going to go with you watching.”

“And that demon was able to capture you,” he spits venomously, "Because you were alone."

“Yeah...! Well...” You press your lips together, irked. He's right, of course. The second you tried to leave his side, you were taken... It wasn't your proudest moment, getting caught with your trousers down by a horde of Phantom Guards who happened to round the side of a building at the most inopportune time imaginable.

Tutting noisily, you cross your arms and sigh, “You got me out of there eventually... So, all's well that ends well, I guess.”

War lets out a hot breath, nostrils flared in aggravation.

He closes the top of the bottle in his fist and gives it a sharp twist, letting the cap topple from it and clatter onto the floor nearby. Then, lowering himself onto a knee in front of you, he reaches up to grasp the fabric of his scarlet cowl, and with one, strong tug, he rips off a strip and pours a few glugs of water onto it, soaking the fabric a deep, wine-red.

“War?” you say incredulously, mouth falling agape, “Your cowl!”

The Horseman's sizeable shoulders rise and fall with a shrug as he sets the bottle of water to the ground without bothering to replace the lid, though only because his gauntleted fingers are too large to allow for such dexterity. “It will have to suffice,” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“But... But, you never even take it off.” Falling silent, you watch him bring the damp rag up to your injury. “It's important to you.”

Almost at once, his eyes snap up to lock with yours. “And you aren't?” he growls.

.... You don't think even he expected to say that out loud.

Swallowing thickly, you remain quiet under the Nephilim's scorching, blue glare until he blinks, blowing out a rough exhale and dropping his eyes to your leg.

You can't keep yourself from flinching slightly, even though his touch is feather-light.

For such a large and intimidating Nephilim, War's ability to be gentle with you continues to astonish.

'A millennia of discipline,' you suppose.

His hand stills when you jolt though, and he glances up at you, his expression never once shifting out of the scowl that seems to be a permanent feature on his rugged face.

Knowing that he won't wait forever, you offer him a tiny nod.

Just then, too fast for you to really get a good glimpse, War's expression seems to relax by a fraction, but before you can be sure you aren't just seeing things, he tips his chin down so that his hood shadows half of his face, and as if he's handling the finest china, he slides his prosthetic hand underneath your foot, propping it up in his palm.

You're so surprised by this, it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts while he works to meticulously sweep the scrap of his cowl over each of the four puncture wounds decorating your ankle.

Gradually, one of your eyebrows slides up your forehead. “Uh, War?”

Silence.

Your other eyebrow shoots up to join the first. “You know you don't have to do that, right? I can take care of it.”

The Horseman's mouth opens, but only for a brief moment before it snaps closed again and he substitutes words with a shrug of his immense shoulders. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he looks guilty.

But that would be absurd.

.... Wouldn't it? He is glaring at your injury as if it has somehow personally offended him.

Slowly, your brows come together and create a deep furrow in the centre of your forehead. “War,” you say again, carefully, “What happened – You know it... it wasn't your fault.”

That, at last, provokes a response. A rather explosive one, at that.

The Rider's head shoots up so abruptly that his hood goes tumbling back to pool around the base of his neck, revealing the extent of his long, white hair.

“Do NOT try to coddle me!” he snarls, showing off his sharpened canines, “If I had been more vigilant, this would never have happened!” With a jerk of his chin, he indicates your leg. “I swore an oath to keep you safe, and I have already failed you!”

… Taken aback, you blink.

That's... news to you.

“An oath?” you echo, scrunching up your nose, “When did you do that? I don't remember you making any oath?”

“I-...” War stops in his tracks, his eyes darting to the left before they return to meet yours again. He holds your stare for a while, and you're shocked that he's the one who looks away first.

Dropping his focus to your ankle, he seals his lips into a tight, unhappy line. Well... unhappy-er.

“The Horsemen...” he starts, and for the first time since you met, he actually sounds uncertain of himself, “We do not have friends. We were not created to build connections. Only to uphold the balance.”

Your face falls, but War resolutely refuses to meet your solemn gaze.

“For millennia, I have always believed that...” Quite unexpectedly, he raises his head once more and you're stunned to see genuine confusion creasing the lines under his eyes, far more prominent than the ones he gets when you try to engage him in a joke.

“And then I met you,” he utters as if he can't quite believe it himself, “And I -”

He's struggling to get his words out, baring his teeth in frustration.

Patiently, you fold your hands in your lap and wait, making no move to rush him along.

Your patience is eventually rewarded as the Horseman squares his jaw and continues, “I think you are a friend.”

This time, you don't miss a beat. Cocking a lopsided grin at him, you reply, “Well, I should hope so! You're kind of the only person on Earth left to be friends with!”

You think you see the corner of his mouth twitch, but quick as a flash, his far more fitting frown has slipped back into place. He's stopped cleaning your wound, not that there's much blood left to get rid of now anyway. Instead, with your foot still resting in the palm of his prosthetic, his other hand simply sits on top of your calf, a steady and solid warmth that distracts from the sting in your leg.

“You should not have been taken,” War utters, lowering his eyes down to your wound. You see the muscles in his jaw grow suddenly tight before he adds, “I should not have allowed it to happen...”

The Horseman falls silent, and you know why. There's an apology hidden in there somewhere. But War, as you well know, does not apologise.

He's still eyeing your ankle, nostrils flaring, and bright, blue eyes flashing with barely suppressed outrage.

To think... a Horseman of the Apocalypse... blaming himself for letting you get hurt...

He's always been a dour and austere man, but seeing him like this tugs at the residual humanness that still clings to your soul and keeps you from rocketing off the deep end.

It strikes you as very wrong that the proud and stalwart Horseman should have his eyes cast down to the ground...

Without any real thought behind the action, your hand slowly inches towards his face.

War's eyes snap up to you just as your fingertips brush gently against his cheek, and he turns stiff as a board beneath your touch, stilling you in place.

You swallow.

Back and forth, he looks between you and the fingers resting delicately against his cheek bone, a wariness bleeding tension into his shoulders, as if he expects that at any moment, you're going to strike.

You wonder if he's ever felt a kind touch before in his life.

After several moments pass and he neither snaps your hand off nor wrenches himself away from your touch, you ever, ever so slowly slide your fingers around the curve of his cheek until your palm meets his warm skin.

Again you hesitate, tentatively seeking permission. When his expression doesn't shift in the slightest, you gather your courage and press your palm flat against his face, cupping his pale cheek and knowing full-well that you could be treading into uncharted waters.

"You didn't allow anything to happen, War," you tell him kindly, watching the tension in his jaw gradually ebb as he stares back at you, rapt, "You got me out of there. You saved me before those demons could kill me. I don't blame you, and I'm the one who got kidnapped, so don't you start blaming yourself, okay? You've got enough on your plate as it is."

... The quiet stretches on without a response from the Horseman, long enough that you start to feel the stirrings of awkwardness in your chest. And yet, just as you're starting to think you should pull away and apologise for touching him, the mountainous man knelt in front of you gives the slightest shift, a barely noticeable turn of his head that you would never have even seen if you didn't have your hand on his cheek.

By the tiniest degree, War leans his weight into your palm.

You very nearly let out a breath, but at the last second, you swallow it down.

For several moments, the two of you find yourselves caught in a staring match, Human and Nephilim, neither sure of the other's thoughts, but both absolutely certain that this is a turning point in your relationship.

'Ulthane must have been right after all,' you muse, 'Guess War sees more in me than I thought.'

And maybe the Horseman isn't the big, bad, heartless world-ender you thought he'd turn out to be. God, there has to be blood flowing through the veins underneath your finger tips, his face is almost hot to the touch.

"Y.. you're like, really warm," you tell him in a soft laugh.

In response, his eyelashes flicker as he emits a questioning hum from his chest.

Of course, as with all good things, the tender moment has to end.

Blinking, War's eyes burst open wide and he very gradually leans back, as though you've just broken him out of a trance, causing your hand to slide from his face and flop down into your lap.

"Ahem..." Coughing into a fist, he replies, "Well... I was on fire only moments ago..."

"I know you were," you grin, "I got a front row seat... Thanks for the weird tongue bath, by the way."

War's head cocks to one side, his snowy, white brows knitting together in a baffled frown.

By way of an explanation, you purse your lips and lower your gaze pointedly to your blood-free leg.

It takes the Horseman a few more seconds to catch up with you, and once he does, he's quick to find sudden and inexplicable interest in the far wall behind you.

"Ah... That," he falters, mumbling through his teeth as if it pains him to admit, "I am not always... coherent when I turn."

"S'okay," you shrug with ease and wave a hand through the air dismissively, "You were only trying to help.... And~ speaking of help..." You throw the Horseman a weary, if mischievous smirk. "What do you think, Doc? Do I need Ulthane to stitch me up again?"

At the query, War's face pulls into a tight grimace. "Hmph. I confess I do not know. Perhaps it would be best to visit the maker, just to make sure."

"You don't seem too happy about that," you remark.

In an occurrence so rare as to be nonexistent, the Horseman's lips twitch briefly, and before your very eyes, they tip up into a hangdog smile. "Nor should you be," War retorts, pushing himself onto his feet to tower over you once again, "Because once he sees the state of your leg, we're both going to be in trouble."

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[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Vampire!Eddie x reader, but he’s scared to feed on you until you convince him and he bites you for the first time

OH HE WOULD BE TERRIFIED OF THIS

i think it's gonna happen shortly after he comes back, and after your initial shock that he's alive has ebbed. well, he's technically not alive anymore, but he's back. he says he's different now, that he isn't the same eddie that he once was before vampirism took over, but you know better. no matter what he is, you know the man you loved more than life was still in there somewhere. his big heart, his love for you, his personality, it was all there. so what if he was something else? that didn't change the fact that his humanity was still buried in there somewhere.

you confirm your own theory one night, after he flies to your window and knocks to be let in as you're drifting off to sleep. you allow him inside, of course; why wouldn't you? he comes into your room, and he looks paler than usual. you sit him down on your bed, and all he can do is stare at you like you're dinner. he keeps a distance from you, not looking at you except for the occasional quick glance. you know that something is wrong, and you reach over to take one of his cold hands in your own. he flinches away and you feel slighted, but don't let it show. you respect his boundaries, your hand going back to your lap before your eyes stray to him.

"eddie?" you ask. "what's going on?"

"i'm..." he begins, meeting your eyes with his own red-tinted ones. "i don't know where else to go. i'm sorry that i woke you."

"no, stop that," you say gently, reaching for him again before stopping, not wanting that same rejection. "i'm here for you. you just have to tell me what's wrong, so that i know what to help you with."

"i can't find anyone to feed on," he says, averting his gaze in shame. "i didn't know who else...i know that no one would let me in so that i could feed on them. but i don't want to feed on you, either, i just..."

"you're desperate," you finish for him, and smile softly. "if you wanna feed off of me, it's okay."

"no, i can't," he says, a glimmer of the old eddie shining through in his eyes as he looks at you. there's fear there, and a softness that you remember from all of the nights you spent with him as a human: curled in his arms as you dozed off, with his whispered promises of never letting you go. when he speaks again, he sounds truly panicked. "what if i take too much? what if i kill you? y/n...i love you. i love you so fucking much, and i can't live with myself if i--"

"i trust you, though," you interject, looking at him as you lie your hand between the two of you, giving him the option to take it. "wholeheartedly. i know that you'll stop if i ask--"

"goddammit, you don't get it!" he nearly shouts, rubbing his face before pushing his hair from his eyes. "you don't get it. i'm a monster now, y/n. once i taste blood, it's like my humanity switches off. i can see nothing else, i can hear nothing else, but hunger. there's a beast that's raging inside of me that wants blood; that wants to kill. it won't shut up or stop until i do just that, and i'm not going to risk that with you."

"i don't care," you say softly.

"well, i do," he says stiffly. "i'm not doing anything that could endanger you."

"then why are you here?" you ask him, tilting your head to the side. "you said no one else was available to eat--drink. whatever. you came here wanting my blood, obviously, so why did you change your mind all of a sudden?"

"because the reality is setting in now that i'm looking at you," he says, glancing over your body before meeting your eyes. "which is exactly what i was just saying. the monster inside of me wants to drink from you, and that's what drove me here. but whatever humanity is left inside of me, it's fighting hard against this. i don't want to do it; i'd rather starve."

"well, now you're just being ridiculous," you say, offering your neck to him. "you said you can read minds now, right?"

"yeah."

"look into mine now. i want you to see that i'm not fucking kidding when i say that i trust you. monster or not, i trust you."

he apparently saw the truth in your head, because he was on you in a flash. your breath hitched, his cold body pressing against yours as he pulled you into his lap. you're straddling him, one of his hands in your hair to hold your head back. he exposes your throat, kissing it as you mewl. he inhales sharply, groaning as he smells your blood pulsating through your body. he kisses his way to the area he wants to bite, and you nod your consent as you feel his fangs scraping your skin. he throws his head back and bites, his movements swift. he holds you tight with one arm, his other hand still positioned in your hair. you moan as you feel his fangs puncture your skin, feeling the sting as he starts sucking from the tiny wounds. the pain doesn't last long, and soon turns to pleasure as he drinks. he groans as your blood fills his mouth for the first time, his hold on you as hard as iron while your chest is pressed flush to his. he keeps your head back, both of you mewling as you start squirming in his lap. he's hard; you can feel it against your cunt as you start writhing in pure ecstasy. your head swims pleasurably, both from how good everything feels & the blood loss as he drinks from you like a starving man. he doesn't let one drop go to waste, lapping up every single drip as if he would die without it.

"eddie," you whisper, your hands deeply embedded in his hair. you begin to pull as he moans loudly against your neck, his hands on your hips as he grinds you along his clothed erection. "mmm..."

"i need to stop soon," he rasps, his tongue lapping at the holes his fangs left behind. "if i don't..."

"i wish you didn't have to," you breathe, rubbing your wet pussy along his cock as both of you cry out. "fuck, i wish you could do this all night."

"well," he says, smirking against your skin, "if i stop now and we pace ourselves just right, i could."

#eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things blurb #stranger things imagine

[evieismol]

Big Bend - Chapter Twenty Five - Anxiety

a/n: in which easton is just anxious about…well, everything really. Him and me both tbh.

Cw: cursing, vore mentions, violence mentions (nothing comes of either)

Word count: 1366 words

Previous chapter

Easton pov

I waited, semi impatiently, for the microwave to beep as I warmed up a pasta dish. It had, of course, been another long day at work. Working on Earth at least came with more novelty than working back on my home planet did, I thought, trying to look on the bright side.

If not also several times more anxiety inducing.

…So much for looking on the bright side.

I heard a soft set of footsteps behind me, and glanced over my shoulder to see John making his way onto the table. The small man paused when he saw me.

“Hey, I’m going to head into town for the evening. Think you’ll be alright here?”

I nodded. “I was just going to eat dinner and pass out,” I said.

“Sounds like a game plan,” John said. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

With that, he disappeared into the human-sized elevator. He had been growing progressively more relaxed when it came to his job of supervising me, having apparently decided I was trustworthy enough around humans. While that seemed like something that should be good, or flattering, it also managed to just make me feel even more anxious, because ohmygod what if I’m not.

It was then that the microwave beeped. I took the bowl out from it, carrying it over to my bed along with a fork. I was a little glad John had already left, as I generally hated eating in front of humans for a number of reasons. To start with, there was the way one of my human friends from New York - Ruby - had admitted watching me eat was a little terrifying, given that she was smaller than most of the bites I took. John had insisted that he wasn’t unsettled by that, but I was. Pretty much ever since she’d pointed that out I’d been plagued with a variety of intrusive thoughts about the possibility of managing to somehow accidentally eat a human while trying to eat actual food.

Like, what if they fell in a bowl of cereal or something and I didn’t notice?

That probably didn’t pan out logically, given that I would almost certainly hear said human in that situation, but no one ever said anxiety had to be logical.

Unfortunately, that line of thinking managed to lead to an even worse one, which went something like ‘what if I did notice but I just didn’t care because I’m supposed to be a carnivore and trying to ignore that and be a vegetarian is already hard enough and what if I was just that hungry and humans are technically meat and oh my god the fact I’m even thinking this means I’m a monster.’

God, Easton, what is wrong with you?

I glanced down at the bowl of pasta, feeling like I’d now lost whatever appetite I had.

Thankfully, my rapidly spiraling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing. It was Larissa - speaking of human friends from New York. I clicked on the call, her face appearing on the screen.

“E! Are you busy?” She asked. It was always a little strange to facetime her - or any other human - because I could almost forget how much smaller they were in person when their image was filling my phone’s display the same as any Aphirial would. I wondered if she ever thought the same thing. If it was weird to see me so much smaller than I usually was.

“Not really, what’s up?” I asked.

“I wanted to catch up! And maybe talk about coming to visit!” She said.

“We wanted to!” Kyle interrupted, appearing to give a brief wave.

“If that’s still cool with you,” she added.

“Yeah! Of course! It’d be great to see you guys again,” I responded. I meant it. It had been more than a little lonely at the park so far. And it felt like it had been more than too long since I’d seen Larissa, Ruby, or Kyle in person.

“Okay, amazing, because Big Bend sounds like a really cool park. I was looking at it online,” Larissa said. “Did you know there are edits of you on Tiktok?”

I wasn’t really sure how to respond to that, settling on an awkward laugh and, “I’m not on Tiktok, so no.”

“You’d apparently be popular if you were,” Kyle said. “Larissa said she found a fanpage or something-“

“Multiple,” Larissa said. “Isn’t your brother like, internet famous back on your planet? Maybe it runs in the family.”

“That’s not really my thing,” I said, looking down in hopes in hiding the embarrassment coursing across my face.

“Of course, cus you’re too busy with plants. And rescuing lost humans,” Larissa teased. “Which is now pretty much your full time job too, isn’t it?”

“There’s actually not that many people that get lost here,” I replied with a laugh.

“We can fix that!” Kyle called from somewhere off screen.

“Please don’t,” I said.

“Okay, we probably maybe won’t get lost,” Larissa said.

“We will!”

“Anyways, is there a particular time for us to come visit that would work best with your schedule?” Larissa asked.

“Really any time,” I replied. “I have two days off a week, which I pretty much consistently spend staring at my ceiling. Or plants.

“Fun hobbies,” Larissa said dryly.

“I get the distinct impression you think I’m boring sometimes,” I said jokingly.

“What? Nooo,” Larissa responded. “I mean, I guess it’s not like you can go clubbing or something anyways.”

“-Which I did not do back on Aphiria either.”

“Hm, true. I guess you are pretty boring.”

“He did get really drunk that one time,” Kyle called, still off screen. I glanced down, the memory of accidentally knocking Larissa off the table that night still feeling as fresh as it had years ago.

“I’m so sorry about that-“

“Dude, it’s fine. You’ve apologized like a million times, and it wasn’t your fault that your coworker had the maturity of a highschooler at prom and decided to spike your fucking lemonade anyways,” Larissa said. It was pretty much the same thing she’d said every time it came up, and yet it still did little to quell the guilt. The lemonade might not have been my fault, but Larissa getting hurt sure felt like it was. And if Larissa had been worse than hurt…that would have also been my fault.

“I don’t know why Kyle even brought that up,” Larissa raised her voice, glaring in the direction Kyle apparently was in. She looked back to me. “On that note, subject change, how are your coworkers? What about that girl you ran into the other night?”

I couldn’t fully push the previous topic from my mind, but I nodded all the same. “Yeah - Zoey. She’s working at the gift shop here now, I guess.”

“So she’s staying around for a bit longer than a camping trip,” Larissa said.

“Yeah. I ran into her again a couple of nights ago,” I said. “She ended up coming over to hang out and watch a movie.”

I was still maybe a little too excited about that, but it had been fun and nice and refreshing to actually hang out with someone.

Maybe not just someone - Zoey was fun and nice and it was refreshing to hang out with her, specifically.

“Ooh, a movie date,” Larissa said.

“It wasn’t a date,” I replied, a bit too quickly. “John was here, we were just hanging out.”

“Right, so that’s why you’re blushing?” Larissa asked.

“It’s just warm here,” I replied.

Larissa gave an unconvinced ‘mmhm’. There was a crash somewhere in the background of the call, and she cursed.

“God dammit, Kyle just dropped his bike off the balcony. I’m gonna have to call you back. So sorry - it really was good to talk to you and we need to finish planning a visit,” she said. We exchanged a quick goodbye - I didn’t bother asking anything else about the Kyle situation, because it sounded exactly in character anyways, and then she was gone.

It really was just a very platonic hang out, I thought, staring at my phone screen for a moment. Very, totally platonic.

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #sfw g/t #gt sfw #g/t oc #gt writing

[quillquiver]

Happy 2nd anniversary to those two old guys from supernatural [[ao3]]

Their room is a mess.

It’s not their fault; though they’re largely retired, Claire and Kaia needed backup on a nearby mystery monster situation. So Cas’d cracked open the books and Dean had packed a duffle and when they’d stopped hearing from the kids, they’d gone in after them. ’Course, by the time they’d gotten back they’d pretty much just shed their viscera-covered clothing and dropped into bed.

Bright winter sun streams in through the window, causing Dean to groan and Cas to burrow further into his pillow. The duffle has been thrown at the closet door, the thing busted open and swollen with weaponry. Cas’s angel blade thigh holster hangs off the bottom-right bed post and Dean’s gun sits atop the dresser. The room smells like sewage and monster guts, which isn’t exactly ideal for a second wedding anniversary, but Dean figures they’ve done worse; last year, Jack had been so sick they’d spent the day trying to stop his puking. 

But Jack is with Sam and Eileen today, and after a shower and a change of sheets, Operation: Oops We Did It Again can finally commence. Starting, hopefully, with a vat of coffee and Dean getting fucked silly as many times as they can swing it. 

“Cas,” he whines, eyes closed. He shakes his shoulder. “Coffee.”

“You do it,” Cas says.

“Did it last time.”

Cas slaps at Dean’s hands. “M’gonna burn it.”

“S’automatic, you loser.”

“Can’t.” He rolls over. Tucking his face into the juncture of Dean’s neck, Cas applies half-asleep kisses everywhere he can reach, mumbling nonsense about how good and strong Dean is, how he’s the best provider and so manly and wouldn’t he prefer to make the coffee?

Dean stumbles out of bed grumbling.

Cas smiles. “I love you,” he murmurs, eyes still closed. 

Yeah, Dean bets he does.

By the time he comes back with two mugs and his present under his arm, Cas has moved from his side of the bed to Dean’s, his head face-down in Dean’s pillow. Dean still has no idea how he manages to breathe like that. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. C’mon.”

Cas groans.

“Cas, seriously. There’s shit all over the room, I need you to grab this.”

He rises from the bed like a zombie from the grave, sitting up and offering his hands. As soon as the mug is cupped between his palms he sighs. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Kiss.”

Dean grins. Pecks his mouth. “We’re so nasty,” he says. “Feel like I need to go through a human car wash.”

“Mm.” His blue eyes are only barely open. “Made it though.”

“Yeah by the skin of our teeth.” Dean frowns at his mug. “Gettin’ old.”

“For fighting, maybe. For everything else...” Cas shrugs. Smiles. “I think you deserve a real retirement.”

Dean purses his lips. They haven’t really talked about going whole hog on their apple pie life yet, and it’s not something he really wants to think about; if his family’s in trouble, he’s just supposed to sit around with his thumb up his ass? He’d never leave Jack, how could he leave Claire and Kaia?

“We don’t have to decide right now,” Cas says, clearly more awake. He shrugs. “It might be something to think about. I don’t like it, but Sam and Eileen’s network has been doing great things. And I think we scared Claire.”

“Yeah,” Dean chews his lip, distracted. “Maybe.”

“...Is that for me?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” Smiling, again, Dean takes the badly-wrapped package from under his arm and offers it. “It’s, uh, nothin’, y’know. Just... yeah. Happy anniversary.”

Cas kisses him, soft and sweet. “What is it?”

“You have to open it, you dork.”

“Alright, well...” Cas stretches and reaches under the bed, bringing up a present of his own. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”

Dean grins. “Open mine first.”

Cas’s gift is a riotously coloured cotton sweatshirt and short set. The thing looks like it’s been pulled right out of the 90s, soft and bright and Cas smiles so big his gums show. “I’m going to wear it once I’ve showered.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He leans in for another kiss, grinning when Dean chases as he pulls away. “Open yours.”

Dean shakes his head, moving to press soft, wet kisses across Cas’s top lip. “Wanna make it last.”

Cas gives as good as he gets, shuffling until he’s practically in Dean’s lap. Their empty mugs have gotten lost in the dirty sheets somewhere, hands holding and squeezing and grabbing as the kiss deepens to something sexy and slow. Cas has this way this way of kissing that makes it feel like the main event. “Trust me,” he breathes. “We’re going to want what’s in there for the next part.”

“The shower?” Dean teases, leaning in again.

Cas nips his bottom lip. “The sex.”

Dean tears into the wrapping paper. 

“Oh hell yeah.”

Sheets. 

“Egyptian cotton,” Cas grins. “500 thread count.”

“Mm, talk dirty to me.”

“Single-ply,” he says lowly. “Hand-dyed.”

“Oh baby.”

They beam at each other. 

“Thanks, man,” Dean says. “I love ’em.”

“That’s only part of your gift,” he explains matter-of-factly. “I also plan to fuck you on those sheets. And to have pizza delivered later.”

“Hot.”

They make-out for longer than they probably should given how gross they are, until Cas is trying to hump him like some over-eager teenager and Dean is rapidly forgetting why they shouldn’t just add to the mess (the answer: that would be disgusting). “Sweetheart, we gotta—we should—”

“What if we just, ah, like this. Then later—”

Dean shakes his head. “Want it to last. I want—”

“I can do that. I can—fuck—”

“Cas, if you come without fucking me I’m gonna be pissed.”

Cas wrenches away, frustrated. “Then just let me—”

“Woah,” Dean interrupts. “What’s the rush? Sweetheart, hey. Castiel.” But Cas refuses to meet his eyes. Dean cups his face. Cas grips his wrists. “Talk to me.”

“I love you,” he blurts out.

Dean frowns. “Yeah, I love you, too.”

“I love you so much,” Cas says, like it’s a confession. Like it’s being ripped out of him. “I’m here. We’re married. We almost died. And I just—Dean, I don’t know—There’s something wrong with me, I—”

Dean’s eyes soften. “Nah, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Sorry,” Cas croaks, squeezing his eyes shut as if to stop himself from crying. “I want you. I-I want—So I don’t understand why I’m—I was fine. I’m fine.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees. “You are.” His dirty fingers thumb away tear tracks from the apple of Cas’s cheek. “Look, sometimes... we think we’re fine but we’re overwhelmed, y’know? S’okay.”

“I wanted to take care of you today.”

“Who says the day’s over?” Dean asks. “We’re gonna go take a nice long shower and I’m gonna wash your hair, and then I’m gonna go order like 40 pizzas and choose a movie, ’cause you owe me for coffee this morning. Then we’ll shove everything in the wash, and change the sheets, and you’re gonna fuck me so good I’ll feel it for the rest of the week.” Cas huffs a laugh. Dean smiles. “Darlin’,” he murmurs. “We’ll talk about hunting.”

Cas bites his lip. “I don’t want to die,” he breathes. “I only just got you back.”

The smallness of his voice hangs in the air between them. Dean feels something in him break. “...Yeah,” he swallows thickly. “I know.”

“But I don’t want to leave Claire if she needs help,” Cas argues with himself. “And you love hunting, I don’t want—”

“Alright well, first of all I don’t love hunting.”

“You know what I mean.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Dean promises. “We always do.” They’re quiet as he rubs at the cut of Cas’s jaw, a smile teasing at the corner of his mouth. “Not to change the subject or anything,” he eventually says. “But that was some serious real adult shit right there.” Cas rolls his red-rimmed eyes. Dean puffs out his chest. “C’mon, you gonna tell me I didn’t just make that conversation my bitch? I win at relationships, man.”

Despite the smile creeping across his face, Cas shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Whatever, I’m totally winning.”

Cas squints. “You routinely put things away without asking where they go. And then you forget about them, like a squirrel.”

“Please, you leave your shit all over the place. What am I supposed to do? Just walk right on by?”

“Yes! You...” Cas trails off, eyeing Dean’s shit-eating grin with a grimace. “Fine. Yes. Thank you. You’re very good at relationships.”

“Some would even say...” Dean prompts.

“They’d be wrong,” Cas says simply. “If the sample size is the rest of our lives, there’s no way to tell you’ve won yet.” A shrug. “And as we aren’t even through the whole day today, the jury still seems to be out on that, too. Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry. 

Dean hums. “So what you’re saying is, we should get in the shower to figure out who’s better.”

“As a start, yes.”

“Cool.”

Dean’s halfway to the bathroom when he suddenly pulled into a hug. Cas steps in and around until they’re pressed chest to chest, clinging to him in a way that would have broken bones if he was still an angel. He pulls away with a kiss to Dean’s closed mouth. “Thank you,” he says emphatically. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’ll never stop being thankful for it.”

A blush explodes across the bridge of Dean’s nose. “That’s cheating.”

“I meant it.”

Dean looks at him, helpless. “Cas.”

Cas stares his fill until he’s apparently done, nodding to himself before leading Dean, by the hand, into the bathroom. “Come.”

Dean does, for the record.

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel anniversary #happy anniversary dean and cas! #fluff #lemon-y #hurt/comfort #kinda #adventures in fanfic #man this was supposed to be so short #and then took me like 2.5hrs #oops

[kissporsche]

Okay, last one, I promise - and no need to answer ANY of these, obviously. I'm just in the mood to be annoying today. 🙈💕

Top 5 KinnPorsche scenes - WITH and WITHOUT VP (because I think the latter would be really interesting) 👀

BLESS YOU FOR THAT, YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL (and you are not annoying AT ALL 💕💕💕)

Top 5 VP scenes

Ep 12 hedgehog funeral + sex scene

I meeeeean. I mean. I mean!!!!!!! When is a monster not a monster? When you see him utterly broken sobbing over his dead pet and your catastrophic empathy instinct kicks in because you see yourself in him and him in you and you KNOW this will backfire but need NEED to go back anyway and it NEEDS to be your choice and it KEEPS being your choice and kissing him is your choice and fucking him is your choice and offering up your wrists is your choice and you fucking SMILE because for once you got everything you wanted and for just a minute the whole world falls into its proper place.

Ep 13 break-up scene

My beloved. This is legit one of my favourite scenes in any piece of media, ever. It enraptures me. It's every terrible, beautiful, instinctual decision that they've made together being CRUSHED by the world outside their safehouse/prison/escape/condemnation and exploding in their faces. It is everything to me. It's inevitable. And so necessary even though it hurts like hell.

Ep 13 alleyway scene

THE DRAMA. Vegas with his prince hair pulling his One Move. Pete with the cigarette and the realisation and the gun. They both look so insanely good sorry for being shallow. But GOD. "Don't you want me to disappear?" "Shoot me!" "I don't think you can. And you know why." like ugh UGH it's the PEAK of fucked up romance! Vegas risking it all on Pete feeling the same and not caring if he loses his life on that bet, Pete unable to even speak in response but just breaking down in Vegas's arms because he can't and he knows.

Ep 14 pool scene

Okay now obviously this one is also everything to me. It's... yeah. This scene was to my brain what a magnet is to a VHS tape. I lost the ability to form coherent thoughts for multiple days. I still can't adequately express everything this scene means to me. It's a masterclass in writing and character work and ACTING!!!! Like with anyone else this scene could have failed massively but instead we got CINEMA. My favourite, most unhinged viewing experience of my entire life. Maybe if I loved it less I might be able to talk about it more.

Ep 14 epilogue

THE SOFT EPILOGUE THEY DESERVE. Their lives have beaten them down into the dirt, they've nearly lost their humanity entirely, they barely know how to be people and yet. They find each other. They choose each other. They live for each other. And they get happiness as a reward, and a family they will keep choosing again and again and again.

I could have picked so many other scenes, literally any of their scenes! But 12-14 really is just hit after hit of some of the best television ever created so. holy shit there's a whole other half to this ask OOPS- Top 5 KP scenes (no VP)

Ep 1 Porsche and Chay

Porsche wiping his tears away and hugging his little brother is what sold me on his character and really the entire show.

Ep 5 Porsche breaking down in the bathroom

Talk about a masterclass in acting. Phenomenal.

Ep 6 final scene

All the lead up too. Kinn apologising, Porsche deliberately failing rock paper scissors, Kinn's speech when they escape, Porsche running back to kiss him. GORGEOUS.

Ep 10 warehouse scene

Oh I live for gloves-off Vegas. And the horriblest little man Tawan. Sleeveless Kim. Big's sacrifice.

Ep 14 office scene

I'm being soooo good and not counting this as a VP scene but like. Oh I love it. Namphueng reveal, "you're just as bad as papa was", "the truth that Namphueng is-", Vegas surrounded by a halo of guns, Korn at his most menacing, "I can't keep betraying my feelings", the look between Porsche and Pete, I-. I love it. There's just so much to keep coming back to.

#ask game #misspoetree #THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ONE #sorry my answers are all quite basic but they're beloved scenes for a reason!

[forlorn-crows]

people are so weird about dewdrop so often, like it’s fine to make him like femme stuff and yeah he’s small but so many are like MY UWU BOY SO SOFT like let him live bro!! he’s messy and weird and neurotic and mean! it esp makes me upset when people do that and then hc him as trans, because it feels really obvious that they’re still stuck in the “all trans men are soft bois” phase. there’s a lot of really good dew forcedfem and dew trans stuff, but I feel like if you’re ONLY writing dew like that, maybe you should re-examine why you automatically hc the short, long haired guy as the feminine and trans one. anyways sorry for the rant, ghouls are genderfuck anyways, trans princess mountain supremacy

i know there was a post circulating about this topic a little while ago. and i know there were some good takes and some . . . not so good takes lmao.

there is definitely a boundary between sexualization and appreciation. some people dont know that line. and, like youve mentioned, some people have biases and stereotypes about thin androgynous trans men that dont ever really . . . expand beyond that point. youre absolutely right that if that is seriously the only way you write 'trans dew' (i say this in quotes really bc i think ghouls have a different idea about gender as a whole, but this conversation, like fat female characters, tends to go beyond just ghost when we have it) then i think taking a step back and asking why that is, is important.

like i mentioned earlier, while its okay to have aspects about your characters that are stereotypical, they have to be balanced and incorporated into things that go beyond sexual actions/identity. or what a person is to other people. bc ive read some totally hot, totally well-rounded stuff with forcefem trans bottom dew, like you said. but it can def get repetitive (and a lil sus) if thats literally all someone writes.

bc big, strong ghouls can have cunts too. tiny feminine ghoulettes can have dicks. these are opposite ends of the spectrum kind of examples, but you get the idea. and again, thats not to say 'oh well if people are saying only this kind of trans ghoul gets written, then i need to go the complete opposite direction and write them the other way!' cause like. gender has nuances and has nothing to do with personality, you feel? can the way you express your gender have to do with personality? yes. but yeah, they dont dictate each other.

and, as a cis person, my advice about trans ghouls in general is you should know the hard lines not to write. and you shouldnt act like you know everything. especially when it comes to transitioning, hormones, surgeries, etc. i hope i dont come across that way, and its why i dont ever explore those aspects in my writing. i dont have the experience (and again, i think it works differently as ghouls but i digress)

BUT. everyone has different experiences regardless of body type and whatever junk you got. thus, everyone can feel differently about the way a trans character is portrayed. some people are like 'hell no i dont want to read about any P in V sex' and others are like 'literally give me every dick in the vicinity'. you know? theres a lot of fluidity (hah) to explore, and i dont think one should be discouraged in writing 'trans' ghouls even if they're cis. take valid criticisms when necessary and needed, but like. they're hellbeasts. they arent human anyway haha. i would like more monster aspects, personally (tentacles anyone?)

and yes, i support the trans princess mountain agenda, please continue to spread it hahaha

#ask #anon

[eddiemungbean]

Sink My Teeth Into You

a healthy dose of steddie in which Eddie asks Steve to draw him

18+ (mentions of sex)

『••✎••』

“What do I look like?” Eddie asks from his spot on the floor. He’s laying on his back, arms tucked behind his head and hair spread wildly across the plush red carpet. The hem of his shirt is raised ever so slightly, revealing a pale strip of his stomach and a soft trail of hair. 

Steve, from his spot on the couch, keeps his eyes closed and an arm draped over his face. He hums contentedly and says, “Handsome.”

Eddie grins. “You didn’t even look at me.”

“Didn’t have to. You’re always handsome.” This time though, Steve shifts to peek at Eddie from beneath the crook of his elbow. He hums again, appreciatively, sending Eddie a lazy wink.

The two fall back into a serene silence, the only sound in the room is their deep breathing and Steve’s beating heart. They stay like that, quietly listening to the birds beyond the window, hidden behind thick curtains to keep the sunlight out. 

“Describe me,” Eddie says after a moment. He’s curious, and has been since he changed a few years back, unable to see the change for himself in the reflection of a mirror or on the film of a camera.  

Steve sits up and reaches for his glasses on the side table, scratching at the back of his head and making his already messy hair messier. He knows what Eddie wants. Not compliments or jokes. Eddie wants to know if he still looks like himself. He wants to know if he’s more human than monster. 

Eddie watches as Steve puts his glasses on. He watches as Steve beckons him to sit up. He watches Steve’s eyes travel the length of him as he moves, scooting so that he’s parallel to the couch, leaning back on his arms, with his ankles crossed in front of him. He sees the way Steve stops to gaze at each tattoo and each scar until, finally, Steve meets Eddie’s eyes. 

“You have a gray streak in your hair now,” Steve says gently. He reaches forward, wraps the gray curl around his finger and tugs. He does that a lot. Plays with Eddie’s hair, particularly the gray curl, running his fingers through it or brushing it away from Eddie’s face.

Eddie leans into his touch, eyes fluttering, a soft smile on his face. He feels Steve move his hand from his hair to his face, opens his eyes as Steve caresses his cheek. 

“Your skin is pale. Paler than before. And cold. Like marble. Haunting.” Steve feels Eddie flinch against his hand but continues, “Not in a bad way. Like–like something from a dream.”

Eddie relaxes again, satisfied that he’s not scary, not a nightmare come to life. A dream. Steve called him a dream.

Steve moves his fingers down to Eddie’s mouth. He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s bottom lip, pulling on it lightly. Eddie sighs, mouth parting slightly, and Steve grins. 

“My, what big teeth you have.”

Eddie laughs, loud and startled, and smacks a hand to Steve’s shoulder. Steve ignores it, moves so that he’s sitting at the edge of the couch cushion. He leans in close and kisses Eddie. Once. Twice. A third time. All soft, short and sweet. 

When Steve pulls back he says, “They’re totally metal. I bet you have babes lining up, begging for you to sink your teeth into them.”

“Metal huh?”

Steve nods.

“And babes lining up for me?”

“Oh yeah.” Steve exaggerates the words, stretching out the syllables. 

Eddie smirks. “The only babe I wanna sink my teeth into is right here.” He gives Steve’s thigh a pat and then leaves his hand there, slowly inching forward. Eddie can feel a fire burning from his abdomen up to his throat. Hunger. Desire. 

Steve places his hand on top of Eddie’s, stopping him from moving any further up his leg. He has Eddie exactly where he wants him. “Your eyes are red.”

Eddie freezes. This was new. Why hadn’t anyone told him before? Did his eyes freak people out? Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, walking around with red eyes and fangs for Christ’s sake! 

“Not bright red,” Steve reassures, “not unless you’ve recently eaten, but they kind of glow red if that makes any sort of sense.”

“That makes no sense. At all,” Eddie grumbles.

Steve takes a moment to find the right way to explain, his brows furrowed. “Your eyes are still brown, for the most part. But I can see the red underneath when you’re angry or when you’re sad. They glow really bright when you eat or when you’re playing guitar or when–“ Steve cuts himself off. 

“Or when what”

“When–you know.”

“I really don’t. You’re going to have to tell me, Steve.” But he does know. The faint blush now staining Steve’s cheeks gives it away. Eddie pushes forward until he’s kneeling on the floor, trapped between Steve’s legs. He leans his head against Steve’s thigh, gazing up through long, dark lashes.

Steve visibly gulps. “When we fuck. They glow really bright when we fuck.”

“Ah, so…intense emotions bring out the bloodlust. Even when I’m horny and we’re having mind blowing sex.”

“Especially when you're horny and we’re having mind blowing sex.”

Eddie laughs, delighted. “That’s pretty fucking metal. Are they red right now?”

Steve smirks. “Yeah.”

Eddie winks and bites Steve’s thigh playfully, trying to make himself look more menacing and utterly failing. He laughs when Steve shoves his face away.

There’s a moment of calm. Eddie’s face is pressed up against Steve’s thigh as Steve gently runs his hand through Eddie’s hair. 

“Think you can draw me?” Eddie is looking up at Steve, genuinely curious.

Startled, Steve blurts out, “What?”

“Draw me. I want to see what I look like.” Eddie stands abruptly and turns about the room, trying to locate either his sketchbook or some scrap paper for Steve to draw on. “There you are,” he mumbles to himself as he reaches for the sketchbook he left on the TV stand. 

“No, no. No no no no no.” Steve sinks back into the couch with his hands raised, hoping the cushions will swallow him before Eddie can put a pen in his hand. “You’re the one that can draw!” 

“I can’t draw myself Steve, I don’t know what I look like anymore.”

Steve pushes his glasses askew, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It’s endearing, Eddie thinks, that Steve is getting so worked up over something so small. He likes the way it makes Steve’s heartbeat pound in his chest just a tiny bit faster. He likes the flush on Steve’s neck.

Eddie falls gracelessly beside Steve, poking him in the ribs with a pen and placing his sketchbook in Steve’s lap. 

“Get Will to do it for you,” Steve mumbles.

“Babe, Will’s not in love with me. You are. I want to know how you see me.”

“I literally just told you.”

“Please, Steve?” Eddie widens his eyes and pouts, feigning innocence. He knows Steve won’t be able to resist. It works every time. He even managed to get Steve to play D&D with this look and has been abusing the power it holds over him ever since. 

Steve grabs the pen from Eddie’s hand, examines it and realizes it’s one of those fancy multi-colored ones. “You are the worst,” he says, clicking the red tab and poking Eddie’s forehead, leaving behind a small red dot. “I hope you know this picture is going to look like crap.”

“Thanks Baby.” 

『••✎••』

Twenty minutes later Eddie is holding up a crudely drawn photo next to his face. “The resemblance is truly uncanny.”

There’s a reason why Steve isn’t an artist. The picture, though a valiant effort on Steve’s part, looks like it was drawn by a half blind old man with arthritis. The only thing even remotely accurate is Eddie’s unruly hair. 

“Why are my eyes bleeding?”

Steve snorts. “Shut up. I told you. I told you! Get Will to draw you next time. He’s not in love with you but he has a pretty big crush if you haven’t noticed. I mean, it’s kind of obvious.”

“Oh? Do I detect jealousy? Over a teenage boy who has a teenage crush?”

Steve scoffs. “God no.” And when he sees Eddie teasingly raising his eyebrows he adds, “Maybe, okay? Maybe! I’m not–let’s get one thing straight okay? I’m not jealous of Will’s crush on you, or whatever. I’m just annoyed that I do all these things for these kids and they barely acknowledge me. And then! And then you come along with your messy hair and your tattoos and your stupidly large rings and you smile at them and suddenly they all worship the ground you walk on.”

Eddie smirks. “But don’t you do the same thing? Worship the ground I walk on as soon as I shoot you a smile?”

“The difference is I’m allowed to,” Steve grumbles.

“You, Steve Harrington, are beyond ridiculous.”

“Oh I know,” Steve replies, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His nose is a whisper against Eddie’s own. “I’m dating a vampire after all.”

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