#good luck to my best friend hah
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You Can’t Spell ‘FWB’ without ‘Friend’
Derek Danforth x GN!Reader
Summary: Ever since the night before, you and Derek had become best friends with benefits. Bored at a fancy rich person party, you two decide to hook up again. However, when you’re inexplicably taken out of the mood, you two decide to do something else for the night: hang out like the best friends you were.
Word Count: 2.9k
Content: 18+ content, MDNI, (graphic descriptions of) sex (awkward), cursing, mentions of drugs, (best) friends with benefits, platonic (but you can interpret it as potentially romantic), short read, reader and Derek are just best pals that fuck, slightly ooc Derek, reader is rich/famous like Derek, attempt to hook up in the bathroom at a party (end up hanging out instead), smoking, drinking, Star Wars references, very chaotic
(A/n: Dedicating this to my wifey @xcherryerim 🫶 your post awaiting this fic meant a lot to me :3)
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Holy fuck, you wanted to gouge your eyes out.
You had a glass of wine in your hand, staring at the crowd of old, wealthy hags, sipping the drink briefly out of boredom.
You were at yet another fancy party in some rich person’s mansion, accompanied by your best friend Derek, the son of President Jessica Danforth and CEO of Danforth Enterprises. You had been good friends with him for a very long time, the two of you always stirring up trouble whenever together.
You stare down at the deep scarlet of your drink, intensely zoning out as you thought about the night before. A pair of hands caressing the skin on your thighs, legs tightening around hips, wrists held above your head, and loud, sultry moans and sounds filling the room.
And then you snapped out of it as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up to see exactly him—Derek.
“This party is ass,” you grumble to him, taking a sip from your drink.
“I know,” he replies, sipping his. “Any luck with finding investors?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I have people doing that for me,” you scoff.
“Right,” he nods.
“Any luck with convincing some poor girl to invest in crypto?” You ask, looking at him as you raise an eyebrow.
“Nope,” he answers with a sigh, but a smile was plastered on his face.
You chuckled at his reply. “Hah. I’m not surprised. Crypto is fucking ridiculous.”
“Hey, fuck you.”
“Hm, you already did. What, once isn’t enough for you?” you retort quickly, sneering.
Derek’s eyes widened in response, frantically looking around to see if anyone heard you, then whispered, “Would—Would you be quiet?” He stressed under his breath. “Don’t say that fucking shit out loud, what if somebody heard?”
Last night didn’t really mean to happen. Like the close friends you were, you hung out with Derek at his mansion as you regularly do. However, one thing led to another because of a bottle of pinot noir and the unfortunate appearance of a sex scene in a movie you two watched together. Accordingly, you woke up sore the next morning. You two had established that it was just hooking up, no strings attached—but nobody could know about your arrangement. Not your friends, not your co-workers, and especially not Derek’s mother. While he was known for being promiscuous, the press couldn’t find out that Derek had hooked up with you, not only a good friend of Derek, but someone who was well known in the media due to their wealth.
You roll your eyes carelessly as flashes from last night began to cloud your mind. His fast breaths, his body, his skilled hands. Yet you shook it off easily. “Oh, come on, Derek, these old, ancient fucks can’t hear shit.” An old woman looked at you in disapproval after hearing you swear, walking away from you. “Okay, well, she heard that, but nobody’s gonna know! Don’t get your fuckin’ Louis Vuitton boxers in a twist.”
“They’re not—” he huffs in annoyance. You weren’t taking this seriously, which ultimately frustrated him; your carelessness reminded him too much of himself. “Y/n, who knows what’ll happen if anyone finds out? Like, you know I have to keep my fucking reputation up, and you do too. I don’t think there’s anything Wallace could do if the press found out we hooked up.”
You pause briefly until a smirk creeps up onto your lips in realization. “You regret it, don’t you?”
“No, of course I don’t regret it,” he answers immediately. Not regretting it was clearly an understatement. He really enjoyed last night, every second, every feeling. So he was slightly confused as to why you even doubted him. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just—” you stutter out, “I woke up and you were gone, you know.” You mutter as you took out a cigarette, placing it into your mouth and lighting it.
His mouth went dry and he pursed his lips promptly. “I had to be at Danforth Enterprises,” he says, watching you exhale the smoke from your cigarette.
“Yeah, well, you could’ve sent me a text or written a note,” you shrug. “Like, it’s your house, dude. I was supposed to be the one leaving the morning after, not you.”
“Right, sorry,” he says simply. “Force of habit.” —It was true; he had an infamous history of one-night stands.
“Plus, I’m your best friend,” you reason. “I don’t want this to, like, ruin everything we had. Like, you’re still my buddy to me.”
He looked at you with a slightly amused grin. “Hey, nothing’s gonna change between us, alright? As you said, you’re my best friend, and it’s always gonna stay that way.” You chuckled, offering him a smile as you heard his response. He could be sentimental whenever he wanted. “Look, the day our friendship will ever change is the day I’ll shut down UDG and Nine Star. Which is basically, like, fucking never. Don’t worry about it.” Even as he said the last sentence, this could be interpreted in two different ways. The first one is that he’d never be in some sort of greater relationship with you, likewise his reluctance to stop scamming. The second one, however, implies that if he ever got into something serious with you, a moral obligation will arise, forcing him to shut down his unethical phishing companies just for you. Right. That sounded ridiculous. It was definitely not the latter.
The two of you both took a sip of your drink in unison.
“But, like,” he began, swirling his glass of wine in his hand engagingly, “Is this gonna be, like, a regular thing?”
You raise an eyebrow curiously after taking a sip of your own. “Like, hooking up?” He nods. “I mean… Whatever happens, happens.”
“Uhh, how do you mean?”
“Like, if it was a one-time thing, so be it. But if it’s gonna become regular, then also so be it,” you took a drag of your cigarette. “Doesn’t really matter. We can just, like, do whatever we want. Nothing has to be all predetermined. If we feel like fucking, then we’ll fuck. If not, then great, another day of walking normally.”
“Right,” he says.
You were bored.
So fucking bored.
You dressed all fancy for nothing, you feel. You were obligated to go the same reason Derek had: your wealthy, famous status. But it was so underwhelming and useless, even. As long as you made an appearance, then that should’ve been enough for everybody.
You put out your cigarette and finish your wine, nearly chugging it.
“Hey,” you tap on Derek’s shoulder, making him turn around to look at you after he had been gazing at a potential crypto girl. “Wanna do a quickie in this rich loser’s bathroom?”
He raises an eyebrow in interest.
***
You were held up against the wall of the bathroom, legs wrapped around Derek’s hips as his hands held you by your thighs, pounding his cock in and out of you at a fairly quick pace. Your hands held onto his arms and your chin rested on his shoulder tiredly as the occasional skin slapping against skin sound echoed in the room, hearing Derek grunt with almost every thrust.
You felt slightly uncomfortable and awkward. Like, you weren’t really aroused. It felt… dry? You didn’t know what you meant by that, but the friction was just… unsatisfying. He was grazing your walls in a way that just made it feel like burning, increasing your discomfort. But at least he looked like he was enjoying this. Good for him, you guessed.
This never happened before, so it was sort of… really weird to you, to say the least.
To be honest, you were kind of bored. Like, really bored. How the hell were you still bored? You temporarily escaped an old rich people party to have rigorous sex in their bathroom with your best friend, but you were still bored.
“Shit…” you mutter, disgruntled, as he moved consistently inside you, the burning sensation catching up with you. “What the fuck? Why does—ow—Why the fuck is this hurting?”
Derek pulls his head away from your shoulder and looks at you in concern, his dick still inside of you. “Are you okay? Should I go slower?” He offers, raising an eyebrow as he searched for hesitance in your eyes, then looking you up and down.
“Yeah, sure, okay,” you nodded. “It’s whatever, just—just keep going,” you dismiss in a low murmur. As he starts again at a slower pace, you still had an uncomfortable expression on your face. He was moving his hips but all you felt was mere irritation.
“Okay, what—what the hell?” You groan as you still felt shitty, resulting in Derek stopping his thrusts.
“What’s the issue? Am I still going fast? Should I slow down more?”
“Yeah, uh, probably, yeah,” you say as your head goes back on his shoulder. He proceeds with his movements, his cock sliding in at an even slower pace, stretching your walls more intricately.
“Is this—is this better?” He asks as he moves patiently, steadily moving in and out of your body.
And it wasn’t even a minute in before you would interrupt again.
“Umm… Actually I,” you begin, sighing, “I’m just—I don’t know, I’m not feeling it.”
Derek slides out, still holding you up against the wall by your thighs and raises an eyebrow, looking into your eyes. “Seriously?”
You nod simply.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” He asks, unsure if it was something on his part.
“I don’t know, I’m just not really feeling it,” you reply awkwardly.
“Weren’t you the one who brought it up—”
“I’m not feeling it anymore, dude, I’m sorry!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in surrender.
He puts you down as you put your clothing back on. As you slip your underwear back on, you look at him standing by the same spot by the wall. “Are you still hard?” You ask, raising an eyebrow insightfully.
“Yup,” he shrugs shamelessly.
You sort of felt bad, since you were the one who had the idea of fucking in the bathroom in the first place, making him all riled up.
You sigh softly and you two look at each other in silence. You let out a quiet huff.
“Want me to jerk you off?”
Soon after his release, he put his boxers and pants on leisurely. You were in front of the mirror, trying to fix your hair and clothing, ensuring that you didn’t just come back from a sexual experience in the bathroom.
“Dude, look at how much expensive perfume these jagoffs own,” you chuckle amusedly, looking down at the bathroom sink counter. On the surface were several perfumes of Armani, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana, as well as a few lotions.
“Hey, don’t—don’t touch those, Y/n.” Too late. You sprayed him with one.
You two grimaced at the scent.
“Well shit, I didn’t even know what I expected,” you cough severely, waving your hand around your nose as you despised the shitty perfume’s smell.
“I told you not to touch them, idiot,” he huffs, buckling his belt as he scowled at the odor.
“Don’t be a dickwad, you totally would’ve been curious enough to try them too,” you scoff, looking through the cabinets of the bathroom mirror and sinks. “Hey, look,” you smirk, throwing a small object at him that you had found.
He caught it involuntarily with his hands and inspected the item: it was a bottle of Viagra. He raised an eyebrow, looking at you and laughed softly. “I am not surprised that these old fucks can’t get it on,” he threw it back at you and you shelved it back in its original place.
You watch him take a hit from his vape and you sigh from boredom. You didn’t want to be in this bathroom any longer, but you definitely didn’t want to be out in the party either.
“Dude, I’m bored,” you whine as he handed you his vape pen.
“‘Sup Bored, I am Derek,” he muttered sarcastically, under his breath. You rolled your eyes and handed him back his vape once you were done with it.
“Can you—can you not?” you mumble exasperatedly in response as he just raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“Okay, let’s go,” he says, making his way towards the door, “We’re getting out of here, you can ride with me.”
“Hold on,” you interject quickly. “We should—I mean—I should probably wait a few minutes after you leave the bathroom to get out. You know, so no one will suspect us if we were to, like, walk out of the bathroom together.”
“Right. Yeah. Yeah, you have a point,” he nods.
You had to be careful from now on, realizing that just through the mere plan of leaving the bathroom alternately. This meant you had to be more delicate and thoughtful with every action and word that came from you—and Derek’s—to keep this messy secret.
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You were laid on the bed beside Derek, one hand tangled in his hair and the other holding an ice cream cone as the bright colors of the TV in front of you nearly blinded your eyes. Your arm was propped up behind Derek’s head in order to play with his hair, feeling the soft curls brushing your palm and fingertips. The two of you looked intensely at the screen as you ate your ice cream in one hand, which was graciously prepared by Derek’s personal chef.
“Dude, Jar Jar Binks was definitely a Sith Lord,” you blurt in a low mutter. Derek turns his head and looks at you in befuddlement.
“What? No. Y/n, no, no, no, do not get started on this again—”
“I’m just saying, dude, that whole ‘goofy idiot’ appearance was hiding the fact that he was a powerful Sith Lord!” You exclaim passionately. “Have you seen his fighting style?”
“Yes, I’ve seen his fighting style, and it looks as if he’s chugged twenty fuckin’ martinis, then atrociously became crossfaded through several, reckless bong rips,” he replied straightforwardly.
You pause briefly as you realized. “Derek, I swear, if that was a reference to that one hangover I had back in December, I swear fucking to god—”
He met you with silence.
You nearly whisper, “Was it?”
The smirk that rose onto his lips told you everything, and you playfully smacked the top of his head since your hand was already there before, tangled in his hair. “Ow,” he muttered, yet his smirk never ceasing. “Look, all I’m saying is that I respect you for that. You are, like, the craziest person I know in the best fucking way possible.”
“Uh, thanks, I guess,” you mumble, fighting the inevitable curl of your lips that formed a flattered, soft grin. “Okay, anyways, all I’m saying, is that not only was it a tactic to trick his opponents, but he could’ve also been using the force! And how many times has he avoided death?”
“Okay, Y/n, that’s enough, lay off the grass,” he jokes, letting out a low snicker. “How is Jar Jar even relevant? We—we aren’t even watching the prequels, isn’t this The Empire Strikes Back?”
“No, I’m pretty sure we’re watching Return of the Jedi,” you say confidently.
“No, this is—this is definitely Empire Strikes Back,” he refutes, then pauses. “Did we seriously forget?”
“Well, there’s a billion of movies in this franchise, so we’re bound to mix up its titles. Hm, well, it can’t be The Empire Strikes Back, because Return of the Jedi is the one with that sexy Leia outfit,” you reason, shrugging. Derek raises an eyebrow. “Okay, okay, you know what, this isn’t even the point, the point is, that Jar Jar is relevant because it’s fuckin’ Star Wars!”
“Whatever,” Derek rolls his eyes with an amused grin that swiftly transitioned into a mischievous smirk. “You look like Jar Jar,” he mumbles.
You let out a playful, offended gasp. “Oh yeah? You look like Jabba the Hut.”
His head turned directly towards you and let out a exaggerated gasp as well. “Fuck you, you look like Yoda!”
“And you look like that fucking gremlin-looking piece of shit that’s Jabba’s pet!”
“Yeah, well, you look like—”
This continued a little longer until the both of you got too tired, unable to think of any more ugly Star Wars characters to compare each other to—which then resulted in a peaceful truce.
Your fingers proceeded to play with Derek’s curls as you took a bite of your ice cream, then letting your head rest on his shoulder. With this action, however, you suddenly thought about the night before and how things had led up to that event.
“Hey, are there any sex scenes in this?” You ask quietly, feeling his short strands of hair tangle loosely around your fingers.
He scoffs with a slight grin. “It’s a fucking Star Wars movie.”
You two burst out laughing. “Right, right, that’s—you have a point,” you giggle, catching your breath. “Oh, thank god, then.”
“Why? Are you that against having a repeat of last night?” He accuses, attempting to sound more playful, rather than the genuine concern that he felt.
“No, it’s just—” You struggled to think about how you wanted to word it. “I really like this. You know? I’m too tired, I’m very comfy, I…” You nuzzled further into his neck as your head rested on his shoulder. “This is nice. I like this.”
He smiles warmly to himself. “I like this too.”
The rest of the night was quite tame. You finished your ice cream before you finished the movie. Except, you didn’t really finish the movie entirely, because you two fell asleep in each other’s arms in the middle of it. Yet seen through your easy laughter and smiles, you were reassured indubitably: nothing was ever going to change between the two of you.
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Pretty girls and flowers | lando norris smau
pairing: lando norris x student!reader
warning: cursing, unrealistic if lando did this in real life the girl would absolutely get doxxed
yn_phd good morning by best pals! this month's episode will be out this tuesday. my lovely amazing talented so pretty best friend got two tickets to silverstone so if you're there come say hello👋! the podcast guest will be my old professor from freshman year so put down any questions you have about mary i of england! stay healthy and hydrated ❤️❤️
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username CHARLES IN P4 CHARLES IN P4 CHARLES IN P4 I REPEAT CHARLIE CHUCK IS IN P4
landonorris whos that?
carlossainz55 its me
landonorris no the pretty one
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landonorris ew no the PRETTY one
charles_leclerc ew? i will drive you to the wall
username not charles threatening to send lando into the wall in the comments
username you just fucking know he'd do it too just ask max
username is lando trying to hook up with the girl in the photo?
yn_phd i put on a little bow so i could be the prettiest girl at the bookstore ❤️today i wrote a page, went on a reading binge about chariot racing in ancient rome, had a breakdown and ate pasta.
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username is this the girl @ landonorris
username lando the pretty girl is here
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username i mean he'll miss but its gonna be funny
username no one trusts the rizz of this man with a shit beard
bestie_n who is lando? where have you people come from?
carlossainz55 i think this is the girl we were with
carlossainz55 she got lost around the track so we took a photo and got a staff member to help her. she was prettier in real life. good luck mr no rizz you need it
username NOT CARLOS COMING FOR LANDO
username LANDO NORRIS
username this is the girl? not really seeing it doesnt feel like landos type you know
landonorris haha okay people lets not do this haha its not that funny it is a bit embarrasing hah (my dms are open for pretty girls always)
alex_albon well youre talented in the car at least
landonorris my dad scolded me for getting drunk on twitter so i went to eat their fridge empty. love being home
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username is he trying to look extra cute and soft to seduce the pretty girl?
username you just googled boyfriend material and tried your best huh
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alex_albon you sent like fifteen different gym pics to the groupchat and then dont choose even one? fuck our help then i guess
landonorris shut up shut up shut up
username i can see the pretty girl in the likes though 👀
yn_phd me and the gang went to a lecture about lord byron's sex life on thursday. i had a pretty cute visitor this weekend and even our lord and king aragorn the cat liked him!!
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bestie_n it was a lecture about lord byron's reputation and fame and how it effected the romance genre?
yn_phd exactly!
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username did lando norris actually do it
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landonorris ive never been happier that i chose karting and skipped school
yn_phd i have discovered hidden depths in myself. i can cry about essay structures and then drive bumper cars an hour later
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yn_phd but i crashed so much?
landonorris you were great!! i was so proud!! 🧡
username okay but how does this relationship even work? if she doesnt know anything about racing?
yn_phd i tell him everything about the tudor dynasty and he explains to me how the drs works
landonorris use date night to play uno and see whos more competitive (me, i won)
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yn_phd the way i screamed after you gave me those cards
username lando really be gambling with a new relationship
alex_albon poor girl
georgerussell63 remember when we played uno and lando got a +4 card from all of us and he got a mental breakdown
alex_albon yeahh we had to take 10min break cause he left for a drive around the block
maxverstappen1 the neighbours made a noise complaint too
yn_phd i got him flowers and later we both crash landed on the bowling alley floor
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alex_albon oh so this why you called me crying your tits off
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Hello again dearest! I hope you’ve been doing well and that life has been treating you kindly ♡
With my second and third Uni midterms looming over me, I would like to request Yan! Izana, Ran, & Shin with a foreign darling~ One who is an international university student in Japan on a student visa
And if it’s not too long, I’d like a follow up of their darling taking them to visit their home country for the holidays since the Yan’s can’t bear to be apart from their darling especially when they would be overseas alone without them ♡♡
I've actually had foreign japanese students at my old school and uni though we weren't' close wish i couldve interacted more and maybe learned something from them hah
TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, BABY TRAPPING, SCUM BAG BEHAVIOR
Yandere! Izana Kurokawa
He was attracted to you right away, not even romantically or physically, just having been of mixed decent and then seeing someone who might relate to his own experiences interested him.
Became very romantically interested after a few interactions however, you had such a fresh perspective as a foreigner and some of the things he's had to live through seemed to resonate with you.
"Your step-mom was straightup evil. No kid should have to go through that, and I hope your kingdom is as beautiful as you make it out to be."
Hooked for life right away. And also distraught at the thought of you leaving, would constantly try to convince you to get a citizenship and just live here forever with him.
"Why even go back if I'm here?" Is one thousand percent serious, you've become such a huge part of his entire being so it must be the same for you right?
When you convince him to come with you on holiday home to meet your family though, something changes. You don't have to stay in Japan, you just have to stay with him.
As long as you're together than everything will work out. It wasn't like you could so much as leave his place without him being glued to your hip, good luck getting out of the country without him tagging along.
Yandere! Ran Haitani
He is sooo enamored by you. Fetishizing people because of their race is so goddamn gross but the fact that you're foreign definitely is what attracts him to you to begin with.
Ran is so toxic with it to. Calls you exotic like its some kind of compliment, tells you you're accent is soooo cute when you're doing your best to sound natural, makes fun of you for every mispronunciation.
But you don't know anyone in Japan and he's 6'1 so you put up with it. He's just so tall and pretty and he knows all the best spots in roppongi so of course you choose to suck it up.
Afterall, its not like it's forever. He's just your heavy and hot fling that you can go home and brag to your friends about, right? Wrong. He's sprung bitch and you're stuck with him.
"Hey, when are we going to your neck of the woods for this holiday?" "...We?" "Ya, I gotta pack and get my ticket soon, right?"
Hope you're ready to disappoint your folks now that you're bringing home this freak show. Don't forget his dream is to become a foreign celebrity so he wants to experience it all when he visits with you.
"Man, this trip is so much fun. I can't wait for next year."
Yandere!Shinichiro Sano
Worships you. He can't spit game for shit, but thankfully you don't understand him too well to begin with. It's a match made in heaven!
He doesn't make fun of you when you get your words wrong or fumble a sentence, but he does think its so cute. Shinichiro doesn't try to infantilize you but it does come off like that.
God the fact that you want him and you stick with him even though he's such a dork makes him love you so much, he doesn't even think he deserves you.
Hates it when you go home the first time. He can't even talk to you on the phone because of service issues, and trust me this dude was ready to take out loans for collect call just to hear your voice.
Bombards you with all kinds of questions like "Who did you see? Who were you with? Are you going back!?"
So my big headcanon is that he's a baby trapper. So when you talk about going next season he's already trying to figure out how knock you up.
Ends up fucking you with busted condoms (he poked holes) a few weeks before your trip because he needed to give you a VERY good reason to come back.
Just tells you "It's cause I'm going to miss you so much baby, I gotta get as much of you as I can. :)"
You end up surprising him with a ticket for him to come with you. He honestly could cry tears of joy, but he'll save it for when you discover his own little surprise.
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Noticed But Hoping For The Best Part 2
Tucker is the second person to notice something was 'off'. Not quite 'wrong', they weren't at that level yet, but things certainly weren't the same. Things had been surprisingly quiet recently- not that anyone mentioned it, they always jinxed it if they did so- so the classic trio of friends could spend time together! They were even trying normal hobbies, at the insistence of Jazz. Well, hah, he knew coding and that was normal!- But apparently it was too connected to 'work' so he had to split his time between that and a 'normal' hobbie.
Sam was planning on showing them sewing- it was a lot harder to get clothes in her style than either him or Danny realized- but apparently there was some social event she was being forced to attend, so the plans were put on pause. That led to Tucker ending up at the Fenton household to spend time with Danny, teaching him at least a bit of coding before Jazz forced them to do something different.
This was when he first noticed something was 'off' with Danny. They used to play online games together, and he knew his best friend to have quick reaction times and almost never fat finger the keys, but apparently things had changed in the- what, month or so?- since he became Phantom. Randomly pressing the spacebar, forgetting to hold shift or tapping shift or caps lock at the wrong times, pressing multiple keys at the same time or accidentally pressing a key around the intended target. The two laughed at it, joking that he was more suited for fighting instead of typing now, though Tucker didn't fail to noticed that something was on Danny's mind afterwards.
The true realization came when they were playing video games. Things were going well, they were joking, but Danny kept dying in odd ways. He occasionally pressed random buttons, his triggers would randomly be moved and send his character off-course, or once again it was a button next to the one that was targeted being pressed.
After they reached a gameover screen, Tucker nudged his friend, trying to make a joke of it. "The golden boy of gaming has fallen! Glad to see I actually have a chance if we go PvP this time, I could only ever beat you on PC!" Danny always chuckled, but there was an underlying of something else... It was rare to see the other have subtle emotions, but Tucker was surprised to see his friend was genuinely frustrated! "Yeah, my hands haven't really been on my side for a bit. Me and Jazz think I just need to actually sleep for once, maybe I caught some kind of bug to make my mind foggy. Give me a few days of rest and I'll be back to my winning streak!"
Tucker was silent for a split second- Danny never admitted he was tired at all since starting being Phantom, even if he and Sam had noticed it- before grinning. "By the time that happens I'll have grown to match you, good luck getting a win over me!"
Tucker Foley hadn't seen a reason for actual concern, there was simply something a bit off with his friend, something that was easily fixable. It was easy to wait and hope for the best!
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#danny phantom#danny fenton#tucker foley#writing because the brain worms won't leave me alone#Feel free to take this idea and write more with it :)#dp#phanfiction#phanfic#I'm still figuring out personalities so if I ever write more DP content there's a good chance characterization will change#disabled danny#It's only slight for now but it's going to get worse#Noticed But Hoping For The Best
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Psych Kick
saiki k x reader (wc: 1k)
intrusive thoughts won on this one lads. [also, little reminder that saiki k is canonically asexual but coming from someone who’s on the ace/aro-spectrum who sometimes enjoys sex, i made it a little suggestive.] college au, duh.
“What? Big hotshot can’t join his friends for a hangout?”
“Hot-?” Saiki blows a short breath out of his nose as he adjusts his glasses. “Like I said, let's do it later.”
Nendo frowns. “Whyyy~”
“Must have another meeting with the president this time.” Hario you too?! “It’s best we let him go save the world again.”
“Why are you all being so bitter about this-“
“Come on! What could possibly be so important that you can’t hang out with your pals for once?” And now Kaido’s talking like Nendo. It’s best to cut this short. “We haven’t seen you in forever since that whole meteor thing! Do you really think you’re too good for us now?”
Saiki sighs.
There’s no way to go about saying this without getting haggled immediately afterwards. Especially given the extreme circumstance. He’s not stupid. He’s not shallow but he’s not blind either. Ever since this whole thing came about he’s been chiding himself on picking so outside of his current dispositions, making himself so open to attention and fighting that pesky feeling of being so okay with it. His first idea was to keep it a secret, but now with his feelings - new feelings in the way; he has to stop himself from making a show of it like someone he knows would. For a second he wonders if this was the kind of path that drove his parents to madness.
His cheeks grow hot as he thumbs over his phone in his hands, and at the very least, he can be thankful it’s just these four for now.
He wants to turn his head. “My… girlfriend-“
“Stop lying!”
He didn’t even let him get it out!
Torituska pouts from his chair across the room, sitting backwards on a computer seat that turns his expression mushy as he leans against it. “Seriously, if you’re gonna make up something, at least come up with a more believable lie.” Now you’re just being mean.
“Hah? What’s so unbelievable about me having a girlfriend?”
“You can hear yourself when you speak right?”
He’s gonna start scowling at this rate.
“Wait, hold on.” Hario repositions his back against the bed as he but’s in, raising his hands to interject. There’s a look on his face like he’s trying to placate the two. “Let’s not act like Saiki isn’t a spirited guy! He’s helpful and faithful to his ideals! And his personality isn’t even that bad.” You’re not helping.
“He doesn’t even own a porn mag. - And his search history is squeaky clean.“ What does one have to do with the other?
“If you have a girlfriend, why haven’t we met her yet?”
That would be a pretty good question. Had one quick glance along the room not make him shiver at the prospect of introducing them to his pride and joy. God, he’s starting to sound like his dad.
“Is she in our lectures? Does she go to this university? Does she know you exist?”
“Does she belong to the Dark Reunion?”
“Do you own a pair of her panties?”
Do you know what you’re asking him right now? Aside from a quick flick of his finger and a harsh eraser mark on Torituska’s forehead, Saiki turns his head toward the door in favor of a response. He can barely think under these conditions to begin with. No better that he knows his friends don’t plan on going anywhere even after he leaves his dorm for the night, and with his luck might even be here by morning. But that’s beside the fact. If these guys don’t believe he has a girlfriend, they’ll never believe what he’s leaving so prematurely to do.
Does he keep that box of condoms in his closet or his bathroom?
“What’s her name?”
Saiki’s lips twitch up as he reaches into that black box tucked near his extra blankets, half inclined to hum it as it rolls over his tongue. “_____.”
Hario’s mouth shapes into an astonished little “o” as Kaido tilts his head, too preoccupied with that foreign shade of rouge on his friend’s face to notice Torituska’s gone pale. “Sounds foreign?”
Saiki glances at Nendo’s puzzled expression and follows it to Torituska’s ghostly body. Decidedly he should leave before things get loud. “It is.”
“W-Wait you mean,” Hario blushes. That’s appropriate. “______ from the-“
“I’ll kill you!” That’s not.
The pointed finger keeps Tori frozen in the air but his strength is enough to make Saiki start to strain. Maybe it should stay a secret. He sighs at what’s sure to be some psychosis driven tirade that he really doesn’t have the time to sit through.
“What does a guy like you get off on trying to call dibs on my precious, _____?! Peon’s like you shouldn’t be able to speak her name let alone spread lies about being her boyfriend! What are you some kind of stalker or something?! A pervert?! Were you gonna stalk her outside of her house and steal her used gum out of the garbage near the gate?!” Why was that last part so specific…?
“______’s really smart and cool and beautiful…” Hario scratches behind his pinkening ears. “And she’s really good at fighting despite looking so soft all over. - If you’re really dating ______ then…. Well it’s certainly hard to believe…”
Saiki’s brow twitches a little. “I didn’t know you were all such big fans.”
“I don’t know her. But she definitely doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d date Saiki-kun.” Kaido adds.
Saiki’s phone buzzes in his hand as he sighs. And he doesn’t even have to look. He was supposed to be there minutes ago and knowing you you’ve probably gotten needier by the second. Although, that might not be so bad.
“I gotta go.” He pockets his phone.
Torituska knocks him back with a hard push as he breaks out of his bind. “You’re probably using your telepathic abilities to trick her into dating you! You sick-“
His condoms fall out of his pocket.
The silence that falls over the room is deafening as the five men freeze in place, eyes immediately pulled to the golden wrapper making waves on plastic as it's illuminated by the ceiling light overhead. And he’s sure that they’ve all collectively stopped breathing. Never mind that his friends now know what kind of heat he’s packing in his trousers, but there’s multiple of them. If the whole group was here he’d be half considering the most appropriate way to ditch town after something like this, but in this case he’s only considering the best way to get out of this situation before all hell breaks loose.
He’ll teleport. Like he should’ve minutes ago. Though this time with likely less precision.
Saiki reaches for the grouped up squares and staches them in his pocket, phasing his overnight bag into his hands as he does. “If I’m not back by noon, push the mail in.”
He glances at a lifeless Torituska. “Bye.”
He’s gone in a blink.
reblog if you personally have been targeted by Torituska, you may be entitled to compensation
#this is so niche#do his friends know about his psychic abilities? who cares you’re in my world now#saiki k#kusuo saiki#saiki x reader#saiki k drabble
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How it all went wrong with the familiars
Today had been one of the worst days I've ever experienced. Before today, I thought that the worst challenge I could have ever faced was defeating Lucio, and boy, was I wrong.
I hear the bell ring as several sets of feet enter the shop, and a collective gasp as my new guests observe the disastrous scene before them. All at once, the sounds of seven different familiars fervidly greet their owners.
Lifting the arm I have over my eyes, I see my friends looking worriedly from their anxious familiars, to me, do the destroyed shop that I don't have the energy to clean up. Muriel looks especially worried and is about to say something before I wordlessly walk over and softly plonk my head against his chest with a dejected sigh.
"Never again," I mumble into my husband's shirt as his arms come up to rub my back comfortingly.
"Merf, what happened?!?" Asra exclaims incredulously.
"Are you alright?" Muriel asks at the same time.
"I'll be fine in a bit, I think," I reply, backing away a little so that I can confront the group as a whole. "Do you want the long or the short answer?" I add in reply to Asra's question.
"I believe a longer explanation would be in order, Merf, but I think it would be best if we all sat down first, for your sake," Nadia interjects. "It seems that you all have had a rather trying day."
"Hah! You've got that right," I reply, taking Muriel's hand as we all gingerly make our way to the apartment upstairs - which has thankfully been mostly untouched.
"Why are all our familiars wet?" Asra asks when we all sit down.
"And slimy?" Portia adds with disgust as she cradles Pepi, who has now been wrapped in a towel.
"And, er....sticky," Julian adds as he helps Nadia pick filth and expensive looking beads out of Malak and Chandra's feathers.
"I'll just start at the beginning, shall I?" I ask, helping Asra pass out towels to everyone as we all begin to clean our familiars. The group nods, and I have another exhausted sigh as I begin to tell my tale.
~~ Earlier that morning ~~
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Muriel asks as our cart nears the shop.
"It wouldn't be an experiment if I knew, would it?" I reply, and Inanna lets out a cheery bark of support from the back of the cart, tail wagging. My response doesn't seem to reassure Muriel however, so I place a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Look, the worst case scenario is that the spell is fake and nothing happens. Nobody's going to get hurt today, and everything is going to be fine!"
~~
"Wise choice of words," Asra jokes as he gently towels off Faust.
"If I had known what was going to happen today, I wouldn't have said it," I retort.
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As we pull up to the shop, Asra opens the door to greet us.
"Hello you two!" He exclaims as Inanna jumps out of the cart, and I follow suit. "Everything is ready for you Merf, Portia just dropped off Pepi and all the others from the palace."
I can already hear various animal noises coming from inside the shop, and Asra gives me a bit of a drawn look.
"Did you have to include Lucio's dogs in this? They've only been in there for about five minutes and they're already proving to be tough to handle."
"I wouldn't have been able to get Chandra and Pepi if I didn't take Mercedes and Melchior too, and it's not their fault that their previous owner was Lucio," I reply. "I'll make it work, don't worry."
"If you say so," Asra shrugs, hopping up onto the cart next to Muriel. "Good luck with your spell!"
"Good luck with your foraging!" I reply, waving as the cart moves away down the street. "Alright, shall we go inside?" I ask, turning to Inanna. She huffs an affirmative, and we both make our way up the steps together.
A cacophony of sounds assaults my ears as we enter; Mercedes and Melchior are barking their heads off at Chandra, Malak, and Faust who are all perched in the rafters, while Pepi yowls back at the dogs from her place on top of the cabinets behind the service counter. I form a glowing orange whistle in my hand as I shut the door, and Inanna lies down on the floor covering her ears with a whine.
I blow the whistle as loud as I can, drowning out the rest of the noise and bringing the animal chatter quickly to a stop.
"that's enough of that everyone, we've got work to do today," I declare as Inanna stands up again. "All of you come down from there and make a circle on the floor," I command, and after a minute each animal slowly moves over to the middle of the shop in a rough circle.
Mercedes and Melchior whine as most of the familiars all try to sit as far away from them as they can, and I let out a sigh from my place at the counter where Asra left the ingredients for my spell.
"Inanna, do you mind?" I ask politely, and Inanna gives me a whuff in response before sitting next to the borzoi siblings so they stop complaining.
"Thank you. Now all of you, enough with this bickering. We're all going to be spending the day together, and things will go a lot better if we don't argue about it. That starts, by the way, with not alienating Mercedes and Melchior," I declare, giving the rest of the familiars a stern look. After a minute, Chandra ruffles her feathers a little bit before scooting closer to Mercedes and Melchior, the rest of the familiars following suit until they're all sitting in a much less wobbly circle.
"Much better," I tell them before double checking the last of the instructions from the magic book I brought with me. "Alright. If all goes well, this should allow all of you to communicate with me mentally for a day."
I take the bowel of lavender colored powder in my hands, and move into the middle of the circle before tossing several pinches of the power over the familiars and my head. Focusing my magic, I cast the spell just how the book said to, then wait as the powder dissipates.
"Did it work?" I ask.
"smells funny," a voice says in my head, and I can see Faust tasting the air with her tongue. My ears shoot up with surprise.
"Was that you Faust?" I exclaim.
"It certainly wasn't me," a demure voice replies as Chandra lands on my shoulder, giving me a purposeful gaze.
"This is amazing, it worked!" I exclaim happily.
"Can we go home now?" Mercedes asks as her brother comes up to sniff my pockets. "Do you have treats for us?"
"Yes, let's go home," Malak exclaims in agreement with Mercedes.
"Woah hold on, settle down everyone," I reply, backing out of the circle of familiars so I can look at them directly. "The agreement was that I'd be allowed to do this spell if I would pet-sit you all, and I intend to hold up my end of the deal. Let's just be calm and hang out in the shop today, alright?"
"Can we have food?" Pepi asks, pawing my boot, and the rest of the familiars begin clamoring in agreement. It takes another whistle and Inanna's piercing howls to get everyone to shut up long enough for me to speak.
"Thank you Inanna."
"You're welcome," she replies.
"I have food for everyone," I continue, talking fast so I don't get interrupted again. "If you'll all just give me a moment to set things up, we can all have lunch. Happy?"
A chorus of agreements answer and I let out a sigh of relief before going upstairs and pulling out bowels and pet food left for me by everyone's owners. Within minutes, everyone including myself is happily eating away.
Once lunch is over, I gather everything up and take it all back upstairs to be cleaned in the sink. I barely have time to set down my armload though, before I hear several large crashes coming from the shop.
Downstairs, Mercedes and Melchior are chasing Pepi, while Inanna and Chandra try their best to stop them. Furniture has been knocked over, Malak is flying around screeching in the rafters, and I dash to save Faust before she's trampled by four sets of paws.
"I left for two minutes!" I shout over the noise, unsure of what to do to stop the chaos. "What happened?!?"
"Salty cat insult snooty dogs, snooty dogs chase cat and destroy shop," Faust tells me in dismay. I try to sneak around towards the front door to try to get a better vantage point, but I trip over the leg of a fallen table in my haste, the fall flinging Faust from my shoulders.
Fortunately, Faust lands on the doorknob out of harm's way. Unfortunately, when she tries to get down and slither off to a new hiding place she accidentally opens the door, and Pepi, Mercedes and Melchior, Chandra, and Inanna all go zooming out of the shop at top speed. Malak tries to make a break for it too, but I've managed to get back on my feet by this point and snatch Malak out of the air before he can escape.
"No you don't!" I exclaim as Faust comes slithering back to me. "You're gonna follow them and tell me where they're going, alright?" I demand, turning Malak to face me as I talk.
"I can't track them if they're getting away! I knew this was a bad idea! THEY'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Malak protests.
"Not on my watch," I reply determinedly, scooping Faust onto my shoulders and locking the shop door. "You let me and Faust chase them down on foot, and be my eyes and ears in the air. Got it?"
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"Fine," Malak relents, and I give him a nod before tossing him into the air. I can see some carnage on the streets where the rest of the familiars ran through, and start following it. With Malak's help, Faust and I make our way towards the market place.
In the distance, I hear a loud commotion, several people shouting and screaming, and desperate howls from Inanna, Mercedes, and Melchior. I put on an extra burst of speed and run towards the sound, breaking through the shocked crowd to find a demolished beauty stall, a very angry vendor, and Chandra, Malak, and Pepi slathered in lotions, beads, and glitter.
"Ah, that would explain it," Nadia interrupts as she tackles a particularly thick clump of glitter in Chandra's feathers. "I'll make sure to send that vendor extra compensation for their troubles tomorrow morning."
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Once I had fixed the stall and paid a very hefty price for the damages, I gathered the familiars into a side alley.
"What's going on? Where are Inanna, Mercedes and Melchior?"
"Thieves cornered us in the street and stole them with help from the crowd," Chandra informs me as she tries to shake glitter from her feathers, with little success.
"What?!?" I exclaim, my ears flattening as panic rises in my chest.
"The bad men said they're gonna sell them all! Our friends are gone forever!" Malak wails.
"Oh no, this is bad," I reply, trying to think of any spells I could use. "Argh! If only I had something personal from one of them, I could use a tracking spell!"
"Would this help? Chandra asks, holding up a tuft of white fur in one of her talons. "This belongs to Melchior, I believe."
"Oh, Chandra you beautiful bird, yes!!! This is perfect!" I cry, my ears perkig up with joy and quickly taking the fur from her sticky talons, casting a tracking spell. With that, we're all off again, and I follow the spell down to the east docs until we stop close to a foreign-looking ship being loaded with large crates.
"There! Those are the bad guys!" Pepi exclaims, directing my attention to two thugs talking to the ship's captain. Next to them are three large crates, all howling and barking loudly. Suddenly, I realize I know these thugs; they were the ones who tried to Mug me and Muriel before getting their asses kicked by Morga.
A growl escapes my throat as my ears flatten, and I leave our hiding place to give those thieves a piece of my mind, the familiars tentatively following suit.
"Hey!" I shout over the noise as eyes turn at my arrival. Most of these people aren't from around here, but recognition shines in the thieves eyes when they turn to see me.
"Those animals don't belong to you," I declare, pointing at the crates. "I'd like to have them back, now."
"O-of course, Mrs. hero, we didn't know they were yours!" The more burly thief replies as him and his companion back away at my approach. The captain just laughs, slapping his hand on the top crate and shaking his head.
"I can't let you take my cargo," the captain replies in a thick accent. "Run along lady, or my crew will have to hurt you."
"I wasn't asking," I retort, summoning a glowing, bladed staff in my hands. The thieves make a run for it, and the familiars at my heels start getting a little nervous.
"it's your head then," the captain replies, snapping his fingers. As the crew of the ship advances I quickly cast a spell that shatters the boxes, freeing Inanna, Mercedes, and Melchior. Before anyone can act we all make a break for it, a mob of angry sailors chasing after us. I try to loose our pursuers in the alleys, but people get in our way and make it easier for the sailors to keep up.
Suddenly, the familiars and I come to a dead end at one of the canals. I can hear the angry sailors behind us, and as I look around for options I spot a man with an otherwise empty gondola nearby.
"Jump!" I exclaim, leaping into the canal and swimming towards the empty gondola. The other familiars follow suit save for Chandra and Malak who fly to us instead, leaving the angry sailors to return to their captain empty handed.
The gondolier is very surprised when we all climb into his boat, but I give him the last of my coins for his troubles and have him take us back to the shop.
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"And that's where you all found us," I finish, resting my arms and head on the table with an exhausted sigh.
"My my, what an adventure," Nadia replies with a wry grin as Muriel begins to rub my shoulders comfortingly.
"Looks like we're all in for bath night," Portia groans, and in my head all of the familiars chorus in agreement.
"Did you at least learn something from your experience Merf?" Asra asks with a smirk.
"I did, actually," I reply. "None of these guys are allowed to be in the same room together ever again."
Muriel let's out a snort and everyone else bursts out with laughter of their own. Eventually, I give a weak giggle myself, and we all stand to go home. I offer to stay just a little longer to help clean up the mess in the shop, but Asra and Julian refuse, insisting that they've got it taken care of and that I can just go home.
"Take the day off tomorrow while you're at it," Asra adds before we leave. "You certainly need it!"
"You don't have to tell me," I reply, slipping out into the night and tiredly climbing onto the cart. Muriel sits down beside me, resting an arm on my still damp shoulders as I sigh for the upteenth time today.
"I assume it'll be a hot spring bath today?" Muriel asks with a knowing grin.
"Yes please," I groan tiredly, and Muriel lets out a low chuckle.
"Sounds good. I'll join you, Asra and I took a long time in the forest."
"Don't forget me," Inanna adds from her spot in the bed of the cart.
"Of course we won't forget you Inanna, you've been a very good girl today," I reply fondly. It's nice to actually hear what she's saying now, although I don't think all the trouble I went through today was worth it.
Maybe I'll try the spell again one day, but just on Inanna. For now though, I'm happy to spend time with my family, and a smile finally appears on my face as the day ends.
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How my team would in sagau: Zeph national
Had way too much fun making the first one sooo here's the second one!
Ok so: Scara is main dps, Bennett is healer, Xingqiu and Xiangling are sub dps.
Now interactions and voicelines ahead!
A/n i think you guys know who i like the most out of this team ahahha, been writing this for hours lol.
Tw: Yandere
》 Zephyrus - The Wanderer
The 10th to be bestowed a golden star.
He's cordial with them all, although quite displeased at how Bennett's bad luck happens to get them into some form of trouble, Xiangling's insistence at finding a new creature to cook with her... eccentric methods and Xingqiu's ravings about how this book series hes been reading for weeks keep ending in clifhangers. He knows that they are all blessed by the creator so he should be nice to them.
One of the few golden blessed to have a star in his constellation be illuminated in the sky.
Ah yes the boy who took my al haitham guarantee..... he is such a menace... his flight ability is quite useful though. Got his c1 trying to lose the 50/50 like bro i love you but???.
Voicelines:
》About the creator: In the arms of the divine
Hah. You want to know about my connection with her? Fine then, her grace gave me a new life through The Traveller and Lesser Lord Kusanali. Even chose the name i now use. She's one of the only gods to be so kind to me... What are you clapping about? Everyone here is a devotee of their grace, i'm no different.
》About the creator: Abandonment
Having gone through what i have, you think i would let this opportunity go to waste? If her grace willed it so that i had to suffer for her blessing, i would go through it all over again. To be abandoned by a god only to be taken in by the creator herself... Wow you've got some audacity, to even ask that question, do you want to die? My answer is simple if their grace decides to abandon me then i would make sure that she would find me worthy of her again, any way possible. She took me into her arms and moulded me into this, i am hers and hers alone.
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》Bennett
Blessed by the creator,
He gets along with the other teens however keeps his distance with Zeph, he knows that his bad luck causes them to get into a lot of trouble. Keeps his distance but is always ready to help his team through everything.
Ah yes my boy, my son. I only got him during the 2.8 yoimiya re-run, yoi came home before he did.
》About the creator: Fortune of the divine
Hey! Care to join me on an adventure? Don't look so worried, ever since their grace blessed me my bad luck seems to be lessening! Sure there's the occasional lightning strike and stuff but her grace is always there to heal me up!
》About the creator: Worry
You know, i owe the creator so much, without them i probably would have gotten myself injured way more. I want to be useful to their grace. I don't want to be traded away because of my bad luck. I'll make sure their grace is safe when she decends- is that what the nuns said? Oh right!- into teyvat.
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》Xiangling
One of the original blessed, was once put aside by the creator and now basks in their light.
She gets along well with Xingqiu but thats to be expected since their friends. She usually helps tend to Bennett when he gets injured, and as always Zeph keeps his distance and only interacts once the creator is included.
Ah yes my old sub dps until i got diluc... shes still good for someone i haven't really used until getting scara.
》About the creator: Food for the divine
I only need a few more ingredients and- oh what's up? This is a new dish im making based on what her grace was talking about earlier. I'll make sure that i can recreate that until their grace is satisfied.
》About the creator: Satiafaction
Being abandoned by her grace made me sad for a long while, but she gave me another chance! I'll make sure to use this chance nicely, when their grace decends i will serve them only the best. If she’s not satisfied by it then I'll keep trying harder until their grace is happy.
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》Xingqiu
Blessed by the creator,
As a member of the guhua clan he upholds his values and make sure to keep them. Gets along with the other teens and is cordial with Zeph.
Got his cons for the lantern rite instead of yaoyao... he does great damage sometimes but hes there for vaporize.
》About the creator: Values of the divine
Did you know that the values of the guha clan match those of the creator? Ever since i found out about this I've been making sure that those values are ingrained into my head
》About the creator: Chivalry
To be blessed by her grace is one thing, but to embrace and live by the virtues they have set out is another. Everyday i train to make sure i uphold these ideals. To defy their values would be blasphemy. Their writing is law.
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(Movie)Knuckles x (platonic!) Reader
A little fic I made on a whim, after discovering that echidnas had pouches.
The Pouch
You stared at the echidna. He stares back, confused by your expression.
"How long?"You ask, not even needing to finish your sentence for him to know what you meant.
"Uh, my entire life? Oh wait, no, apologies. When I was just growing out of my puggle years."
"So, at least, since we've known each other, you've had this?"
He nods.
Let's rewind.
You were asked by the Wachowski couple to watch over their sons for a day. Babysit basically. Of course you agreed. Honestly though, you'd really only need to look after Sonic. Knuckles, the elder of the three brothers, your best friend, was fairly mature for his age. Though, on rare occasions, he can be roped into mischief, almost always by Sonic.
The youngest of the three, Tails, would be going to work with Maddie. Leaving you three alone.
Tom was the first to leave, with Maddie right behind him. The sheriff hugged each of his sons and ruffling the hair on your head before waving goodbye, as he walked out the door.
The veterinarian was giving you a quick run down on what the boys could and couldn't do. What they could and couldn't eat, etc.
Her final departing words being-
"By the way. Sonic is grounded again. Knuckles already hid his phone to keep him from finding and getting it again. If you see he's got it, just shoot me a text and I'll handle it through a call or when I get home."
" Yes, ma'am."
You hear Sonic scoff somewhere behind you and Knuckles.
Maddie turns away and checks her purse for everything she'll need. "Alright, well I think that's it. Good luck."
You smile and wave bye as she shuts and locks the door behind her and Tails after the kit quickly hugged you and his siblings. Yelling out a goodbye before taking off toward the car in excitement. Ecstatic about joining his mother and visiting all the animals she cares for.
All three of you watching her as she pulls out of the driveway, and drives past the trees, out of sight.
You and Knuckles turn around but pause as you're suddenly face to face with a certain smug looking hedgehog.
He rocked back and forth on his feet in front of Knuckles. The echidna already knowing what he's planning, gives him an unamused expression.
"So Big Red? Mind giving me a hint?"
The echidna frowns with a , "No.", and walks away, with you right beside him.
Sonic grabs his arm, trying to stop him, but Knux just keeps on walking, not caring at all. The hedgehog letting himself be dragged by his brother.
"Oh come on, be a pal!"
Knuckles waves him off and lays back on the couch beside you. His own phone in hand.
"No. I do not want to be your pal. I am already your brother."
"Ugh!"
He suddenly pauses and turns to you. Big puppy dog eyes at their strongest.
You take the remote in hand and begin flipping through channels on the t.v.
"Yeah, I don't think so blue."
"But why? Look, how about five minutes?! Just five, I swear."
You and Knux look at each other, with bored expressions on your faces, then back to your electronics.
Both of you answering, "Nah.", at the same time.
Sonic growls in frustration, but then pulls out the big guns. He takes a deep breath and opens his big mouth.
Ten minutes later of on and on chatter, you and Knux were losing your patience with the blue blur.
Knux is the one to finally give in.
"ALRIGHT!!!" He bursts, partially sitting himself up on his elbows.
You sigh and watch the hedgehog smile, thinking he'd won.
You sigh at the nuisance," Oh my gosh! You can be so annoying!"
He smirks,"Hah, well this annoying hedgehog is about to get his phone back-"
Knuckles sits up all the way, interrupting his brother.
"Not so fast. You can have your device back IF, you can find it within the next two minutes. You may have it back and we will not say a word to mother. You would just need to give it back before anyone arrives home."
Sonic salutes and gets into running position." When you're ready captain!"
Knuckles lays back down and looks at his phone's clock, "I am not a captain. Go."
One minute and thirty seconds later and he's turned the house upside down, with no sign of his phone.
'Where is it?!.. Wait!!'
He runs to you and snags your phone, quickly dialing his number and calling it.
You quickly lean towards, "Hey!" But he holds up a finger, signaling you to wait.
You huff and cross your arms.
Knuckles smiles as he watches the clock. Ten seconds left, then he'll have peace and quiet.
"You will not hear it. Mother turned off its volume for this exact reason." He warns, but what he didn't know, was that Maddie had left it on vibrate.
A faint buzzing noise sounds off and Sonic scrambles around for the device, with no sign of it.
You're confused. It sounds like it's right beside you, but where?
You look at Knux to see him clench his jaw, and lean forward a bit. Only noticable to you, since you were paying attention and sitting right next to him.
He bites his lip and stares towards Sonic's hand. The one holding your phone and suddenly crosses his arms tightly against himself.
'What is up with him?'
Sonic finally notices with five seconds left. The buzzing was coming from, 'his brother?!'
"What the heck Knux! You ate my phone?!"
Your eyebrows raise, and you look at your friend.
Who's trying to keep a straight face like someone just told him the funniest joke or something. Arms tightened against his stomach.
"Don't be ridiculous." He manages to say through his giggling.
You don't know why he's fighting a laugh, but the sounds he's making make you smile and start to laugh too. He rarely ever laughed, let alone giggle. So his sudden giggles really hit your funny bone.
"Why are you laughing?" He asks.
"Huh? Well, why are you laughing?"
The phone stops calling, going to voicemail and Knuckles sigh in relief.
He looks toward his brother and grins. "Looks like you lose, hedgehog."
Sonic groans, frustrated by his defeat. He gently tosses the phone beside you on the couch.
"Well how's that fair! How am I supposed to get it from inside your gut!"
Knux scoffs, " It is not inside me. Of all the foolish-."
This time you call Sonic's phone. The vibrating starts again, making Knuckles sit up with a grunt, and catches himself before a chuckle could escape him.
You and Sonic look at each other, then back to your friend.
That's when Knuckles finally shows you guys.
He removes his arms from his stomach and raises a hand over it, before reaching into-?! He had a hidden pocket on his stomach?!
Bringing his hand back out, he'd retrieved Sonic's phone, holding it infront of him with a smirk.
Both you and Sonic stared at the phone, then to Knuckles' stomach, where the pouch hid very well because of his fur.
Knuckles face contorted into one of confusion.
"What?"
And now were back to the present.
"You've had this and you didn't think to tell me!" You grabbed his shoulders and shook him a bit.
"Why would I?! I do not see how having a pouch would be so important as to inform you about it." He said between shakes.
"Dude, this is awsome, you have a body pocket! How is that not important information! What else can you do, or have!"
His mouth is agape still confused by your sudden interest in him because of something as simple as a pouch. A blush covers his muzzle.
"Uh..."
With this distraction, Sonic swipes his phone from the echidna's grip and takes off with a maniacal laugh.
"Haha, sucker! Catch me if you can!"
Knuckles instantly breaks out of his stupor and takes off after him.
"Sonic!!!"
Leaving you thinking of all the awsome and helpful uses he could use his pouch for. He was like a little kangaroo!
You hear something get knocked over and you suddenly remember why you're here.
To watch the brothers so nobody gets hurt and nothing gets damaged. But now that you think about it, even if you tried, you doubt you'd be able to catch up to them. Or have the strength to pull them apart if you could!
Then you have an idea.
"Ha, what was that knucklehead?"
"Why you foul-!"
(*beeeeeeeep* *beeeeeeeep*-)
They both freeze where they are, the sound of somebody calling on their phone with the speaker on. And, as soon as the voice on the other side answers, the boys are suddenly back on the couch. Knuckles holding Sonic's phone and shoving it back in his pouch.
A few seconds before.
"Hey, (y/n) , how's everything. The boys giving you trouble?"
Before you could answer, stumbling and grunts echo in the house, getting louder til your two friends are on either side of you, silent. Gazing ahead at the t.v. with blank expressions. You catch Knuckles shoving Sonic's phone back into his pouch.
"No. No, everything's fine. Just checking up with you, is all. "
"Oh, well thanks hun...And boys?" Her voice grew scary as she addressed the brothers. They both stiffen, knowing she knew they'd done something they shouldn't have.
"Behave."
"Yes, mom!"
"Yes, mother!"
You say bye to Maddie and hang up.
Your friends glance at you, but quickly are back to the screen when you notice.
"That wasn't fair. " Sonic pouts.
You shrug." Life's not fair. And besides, how fair do your powers make it for me to babysit you two?"
He grumbles and crosses his arms.
You look back at your best friend, who was currently laying back on the couch again. Having relaxed since your call to his mom. You pick up where you left off.
Leaning back and holding your head in one hand.
"So?"
He blinks and looks at you, "So...what?"
"What other secrets have you been hiding from me?"
He sits up on his elbows and squints at you, "Why do you insist, so much, in learning about me?"
You shrug, " It's just interesting, and cool. What's the harm in wanting to learn more about my best friend?"
He hums," Nothing, I suppose. And we are friends afterall.. Alright."
"Yes!"
He lays back down and rests his head in his folded arms, behind him.
"First of all, it is called a pouch, not a pocket, as you mentioned before. Its original purpose is to hold and incubate a puggle before and after hatching. For however long their parents can hold their weight, until their spines had almost fully grown in or until they can walk on their own-"
"Wait, wait, wait. Hatching? You came from an egg?" Sonic had interrupted his brother, honestly surprised by this fact.
"Of course I hatched, what other way is there?"
The hedgehog turns red, and looks to you for help.
You awkwardly cough into your hand and pat Knux on his arm. "I'll ask Maddie to tell you later. Please, continue. "
"Hmm. Anyways, as far as I can remember, I don't recall a pouch ever being used for anything else, as it feels strange carrying things in it. I had never used it before, until recently. When mother asked of me to hide his phone." He points at Sonic.
"But he kept finding it, no matter where I hid it. So I gave in and just put in there."
You both look over at the hedgehog again. Who was trying to look innocent.
"For a time, it worked. I've done this several times before and mother had seen me, and did not react. Which is why I was so confused by your surprise to it. "
"Well, you are very animal like, at least compared to humans. And she is a veterinarian, so."
He nods," Perhaps. In any case, just like those previous times, I figured hiding it in the same place would work. What I did not account for was the phone moving about while there."
He held his hand ontop of his pouch. Remembering the strange sensations the phone gave when it moved. It was.. strange, to say the least.
"Oh yeah, what happened with that? Your face looked pretty funny while Sonic was calling his phone."
He removed the phone from his pouch, but this time holding in a slightly tighter grip than earlier, incase Sonic got any ideas, and turned it over in his hand.
"I..do not know. I'd never felt anything like it. I'm not sure what it was."
"Hmm, well, try to explain what it felt like? And I'll see what I can do to figure it out."
He looks at you, then past you, where you knew Sonic was sitting a minute ago. The hedgehog had grown bored and left to the kitchen to make a snack.
"It felt like the buzzing of the device. But.. different. And it made me want to smile..and laugh. Strange isn't it? Like magic."
Your peaceful smile slowly grows into one with playfully malicious intent.
Knuckles frowns." What is with that expression?"
"Oh, nothing. I just think I know what it is."
He raises a brow."You do?"
"Yup, but I'll need to test my theory. Do you mind?"
He is hesitant, but shrugs and watches you reach over and poke around his sides. He twitched a bit and huffed at the feeling, but no smile or laugh.
"Does that feel like earlier?"
"A bit, but not as strong. It's actually rather annoying this wa-AaY!!"
You launched an attack on the poor echidna. Your fingers skittering across his sides and belly, making him grunt at first, but eventually succumbing, forcing high guffaws that evolved into laughter and giggles. You'd grown so used to Knuckles deep voice, but hearing the higher pitched he'd somehow reached, made you smile wide and laugh along with him.
Sonic had been surprised by his brother's outburst, recognizing his voice making all that noise. What he was not expecting, was the reason for it.
A smug grin widens across his face. " He's ticklish!!"
You continue your assault, giggling all the while.
"I guess so!"
Knuckles did not respond. Too preoccupied with trying to catch his breath, his face feeling hot. He should feel humiliated for his actions, but seeing your face and that of his brother, with playful smiles and laughing along with him, pushed those thoughts away.
Besides, he didn't know if he could say anything if he tried. His own laughter taking up whatever breath he could draw in.
Why did something as simple as touch reduce him to a giggly puggle.
"Ok, I think that's enough for now." You said in between your laughing.
His hands covered his stomach as soon as your fingers left. He was trying to catch his breath again, a stupidly silly smile on his face. Leftover laughter fading to giggles as he calms down.
" That is called tickling, and you my friend are very ticklish, apparently."
"Haha, eh, good, aheh, good to kno-how."
Sonic rubbed his hands together,"Oho ho! Now this is interesting. I could definitely use this next time you hide my phone."
You could hear the gears in his brain already forming plots against his brother.
You look back to Knuckles, with a smirk.
" Sonic is ticklish too."
"Ah! Why would you tell him that!" He cried.
"Eh, just keeping things fair."
A couple hours pass, with you three hanging around the t.v. You were just putting on another movie when you heard the sound of a car rolling up the driveway.
You press pause and get up, along with your friends, to greet whoever was home.
The door unlocks and it's Maddie and Tails.
Tails greets his brothers then you, giving you all another round of hugs, while Maddie walks past, smiling and giving you all a pat or kiss on the head.
"Hey, guys. So how was it? Anything crazy happen or broken things I should know about?"
She's facing away from you guys, not able to see the pointed and worried looks your friends were giving you. A certain blue hedgehog in particular.
"Nope. Everything went well. I even learned something very interesting from today."
Now it was Knuckles turn to look nervous, and he didn't even know why.
"Knuckles is part kangaroo." You grin his way, to see your offended friend scrunch his nose and scoff, indignantly.
"I am not. I am one hundred percent echidna. Only echidna blood runs through these veins."
As if purposely ignoring him, Maddie smile at you.
"Why? Did he show you his cute little pouch?"
Knux crosses his arms and looks away from you both, with a huffy," Mother, please."
"Yup. And that's not all." You whisper that last part, walking up behind Knuckles. He barely has a second to turn and see you there before you tackle him down into a cackling mess.
"Wait, no!!-"
"Too late!"
Maddie leans against the wall, watching and laughing along with you two. Tails, hearing the commotion, peeps around the corner, with Sonic right behind him, and sees you ontop of the toppled Knuckles.
The poor echidna is suddenly saved by the bell. Or in this case, a knock on the door.
You pause, giving the echidna a chance to breath again, while Sonic goes and opens the door. The sheriff has arrived, and is immediately baffled by the scene before him.
A wheezing Knuckles with a funny smile and glare directed towards you. Meanwhile, you're sitting beside him. An oblivious look on your face as you stare off to the side.
Tom blinks for second, then asks, "Uh, what's goin on here?"
Maddie smiles, "(Y/n) was just teaching me something new she learned about our little echidna here."
Tom smirks," And that would be?"
You grin madly and look back to your victim.
"Allow me to demonstrate."
You wiggle your fingers, hovering your hands just above him, making him already unwillingly snicker, knowing what was to come.
"No, please, mercy!"
"There is no mercy in this house!"
"No-hOhoHOoO!!!"
Boisterous laughs and chortles fill the air as you show the echidna's father what you'd learned. His family joining in on the laughter at the sight of their more stoic of their family members being reduced to a giggling puddle under you.
"You- eheh, are cruel." His only understandable response amongst his leftover chortles.
Knux doesn't even retaliate or defend himself. Not daring to move, for fear of lashing out and hurting you. His fists glued to the ground, by sheer will power. A power slowly waning as your assault grows stronger.
You finally let him go when it looks like he's having a hard time holding back and catching a breath. Even afterwards, a string of giggles continues to leave him. The sensation of your tickling still affecting him, even after you'd stopped.
You give him a sweet little innocent smile."I try."
#knuckles the echidna#knuckles wachowski#sonic the hedgehog#sonic wachowski#maddie wachowski#knuckles x (platonic!) reader#warning: contents of this fic are very fluffy. Maybe even cheesy. Tickling may or may not be involved. Read at your own discretion💕💕
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warnings: fluff, female reader x jesse katsopolis, this one is really sweet compared to my other one. let me know what you think! 🩵
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jesse katsopolis. THE jesse katsopolis! he was actually playing on stage with his band at the smash club! you knew he owned the place, but never really saw him perform.
“gosh. he sounds like an angel.”, you swoon and say to your friend, Kati, that came to the concert with you. “girl, you and these band guys. i tell ya.”, she says to you. “yeah, what can i say? don’t you agree he sounds like an angel?”, you ask. “…suuuuure. if you’re an elvis fanatic.”, she teases. “hah hah. i’m going to go get a drink. you want anything?”, you ask Kati. “nah girl. i’m good! thanks though!”, she says.
you walk over to the drink counter and ask server for a water. you notice jesse is shouting something to the crowd.
“alright! we are jesse and the rippers! we will take a short intermission. i need some water.”
oh God. OH GOD. he needs water?! right when you’re here at the counter?! oh no. oh no. no no no. you think to yourself. you turn and see he is walking right towards you. “hey, beauty!”, he greets you. “m-me?”, you ask. he nods his head and winks to you. “well, thank you, Jesse.”, you blush, tucking some hair behind your ear. “you guys sounded awesome on stage! i love your band, and of course, you.”, you say to him shyly. “thank you! we appreciate fans like you. what’re you doing after the show?”, he asks. “probably just gonna go home and relax.”, you say. “awe. that’s too bad. i was hoping to spend more time with you. if you change your mind, meet me right here after our show.”, he says. “okay! thanks, jesse. i’ll definitely be thinking about it!”, you say.
you walk back to the front of the stage where you were. you see Kati standing where you left her. “KATI!!! you will NEVER guess what just happened!!”, you say. “what girl?!”, she asks. “i met jesse!!! he wants to spend more time with me after the show. what should i do?!”, you ask. “if it were me, girl, i’d stay after the show and see him! just think about it. they’re about to come back on.”, she says. she’s right, you know?, you thought to yourself.
the show has ended and everyone is parting from the smash club. “kati, i’m going to go ahead and wait for him. i’ll call you and tell you all about everything when i can!”, you say. “good luck, girl! love you! have fun tonight!”, she says. with that, you head to the drink counter and she follows the crowd out.
a familiar voice comes from behind you. “well, if it isn’t the beautiful woman i met earlier. you know, i never did get your name earlier, having to go back on stage and all.”, he smirks. “oh. yes. my name is y/n.”, you say shyly.
“y/n, beautiful. matches your face perfectly. it suits you.”, he says with a wink. “well, darling, wanna grab a bite? we can eat here or we can go somewhere else, if you’d like.”, he offers.
“s-sure, jesse. um. can we actually go to waffle house? i don’t want your staff to have to work overtime because of me. and also, i’m craving a chocolate chip waffle real bad.”, you say. “sounds like a plan, babe. let’s walk and talk. i want to get to know you.”, he says, grabbing your hand and leading the way.
on your walk there, you discover common interests between the two of you. you both love the rock n’ roll scene, as well as the fashion. you’re both really into music, and you’re both fans of holding each other’s hands while walking to waffle house. neither one of you can stop smiling as you’re talking and listening to one another.
you finally get seated in the restaurant and get your food quickly. the chocolate chip waffles are always your favorite. jesse loves them, too.
as you’re leaving the restaurant, you feel him hesitant about letting go of your hand. “y/n, this is the best time i’ve had in a long time. gosh, i want more of this. i don’t want this night to end.”, he says, pulling you close to him, holding you onto his chest. “me too, jesse. i’ve really enjoyed our little date. maybe we can do this more often?”, you suggest. not wanting to let go of him either. you look up into his beautiful eyes and you look towards his luscious lips. “kiss me, jesse katsopolis. that’s an order, handsome.”, you say with a wink. “have mercy.”, he says, and doesn’t give it a second thought before passionately kissing you. 💛
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i need you closer. 1/2
A mission went wrong, Sam is hurt, Bucky is blaming himself and spiraling. Pretty badly. Good thing his neighbor (friend) cares about him.
Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (something something somewhat around tfatws?)
Part 2
(emotional) hurt/comfort, a little whumpy, mutual pining (idiots in love)
Warnings: panic attacks, hallucinations, self harm (without the actual intent to self harm? Bucky scratches himself bloody while hallucinating), medication
a/n: This is a part one, i’ll post the second part tomorrow or the day after. It’s a little (very) whumpy again hah also english isn’t my native language so uh feel free to tell me if i messed something up.
Bucky had enough of this week. Frankly, every week for the past months but this week was a different kind of bad. He went on a mission with Sam for a bit, which always took a toll on him, but it went sideways, he messed up, they were given wrong intel, Sam got hurt and now he’s back home waiting for Sam to get better and new information on the mission. Bucky spend the past few days visiting Sam in hospital, seeing his therapist and sitting at home, wishing he would have been the one to get hit. In that exact order. Sleep? Something he hadn’t had in days. Bucky talked to his therapist about feeling like it’s been his fault that everything went to shit, but he only got half-assed comments about “not beating himself up” and “not being able to change it now.”
The only good thing was coming back to you. His neighbor. And friend. At least he liked to think of you as a friend. Bucky liked spending time with you, talking to you, going to your favorite cafés and bookshops with you.
You.
He liked you.
And that speaks volumes.
Bucky tried to stop caring about the people around him after Steve left. He always told himself that it would keep him from feeling left alone and lonely ever again. He could be on his own, right? People rarely treated him with kindness ever since he got his own mind back and left Wakanda. Bucky was a monster to some, a murderer to others, a criminal at least and sometimes, he admitted to himself, he wished he would have never gotten out of Hydra. But then came you. Beautiful, kind, cheerful you. And he thanked the entity watching over him, or destiny, or maybe just luck, that an idiot in your apartment complex had caused water damage and you were both looking for a way to escape the mess at three am on the building’s rooftop.
A long conversation, shared cigarettes and exchanged numbers later Bucky was cursing at himself for thinking someone would want to spend time with him.
Several small meet ups, phone calls and neighbor emergencies later, he cursed himself for trusting you enough to keep you in his life.
The worst thing about this week though, was Bucky knowing you were there. Just right next to him and listening to your favorite songs and walking around and watching TV and doing your daily routine that he has heard hundreds and hundreds of times with his enhanced hearing (he swears he's not a creep) , but he couldn’t talk to you. He just couldn’t. You would ask him about the mission, something you weren’t even supposed to know of, but he trusted you too damn much and what was he supposed to say? “Oh, I messed up and now my best friends in hospital, but it’s fine.”?
So, Bucky stayed by himself, ignoring your calls and knocks and hoping you too would soon realize what a massive fuck up he was. He figured that being close to him would get you hurt at some point, so Bucky stayed away for your sake.
What he didn’t know,
or at least didn’t think of,
was that you too could hear him sometimes.
You could hear him opening and closing his apartment door. Sometimes a neighbor would greet him, and you could hear his voice greeting them back. You knew he was there; it was hard not to, and you had long figured that something must be wrong. But you didn’t want to intrude.
Bucky had sometimes mentioned things about his past. Not too much, it made him uncomfortable and you could tell he didn’t want to scare you or something, but just enough to know why you heard him scream at night, why his eyes glazed up, why he tensed up and stared into the distance. So, you let him be, in fear of pushing him away from you. He would come around eventually, you hoped. And so, you kept listening to him opening and closing the door at the same time every day, as some sign of him being okay enough to still be keeping his schedule.
What you didn’t know,
was that Bucky was spiraling.
Pretty badly.
Three Hours. That’s how much sleep Bucky had before he was violently woken up by his dreams again, his throat raw. But he couldn’t escape. He could still smell the blood, the gore, he could still hear the scream. Sam’s scream. Bucky looked around himself and couldn’t recognize where he was, it was all too blurry and dark. He could barely breathe. But what he could see, and feel, was the blood on himself, on his left arm. The blood was stuck between its plates, dulling the black and gold.
Bucky stood up and ran into what looked like a bathroom. His bathroom. Was it his? He couldn’t focus on anything but Sam’s blood clinging onto him. Everything was so blurry. He fell over something, got blood all over the floor. Why was there so much blood? He got into the bathtub and turned the water on but somehow the blood just wasn’t washing off, while the water turned darker and darker. Bucky tried to rub the blood off himself, but nothing helped, nothing could rinse, clean him from the blood he had spilled. He kept rubbing, scratching, anything to get rid of it, but nothing had helped. He looked up, realizing he had painted the walls red. Bucky cried, he screamed. His throat hurt so much but he kept screaming.
And you heard him.
You had heard Bucky scream once already that night, knowing his past was haunting him yet again. But it was when you heard something fall that you put your ear to the wall between your apartments and heard water running for a while. He was probably okay, just trying get rid of the nightmare, you thought, taking a shower seemed like a reasonable thing to do in his position and so you moved away from the wall and were on the way back to your own bed until you heard the screams. His screams.
You rushed out of your apartment, taking the set of keys to Bucky's apartment he had once left for you in case of emergencies. You still knocked on his door, asking if he’s okay through it, just in case. He had stopped screaming at this point, but the water didn’t stop. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something just wasn’t okay, that he needed you. So, you opened the door carefully.
“Bucky, It’s me.”
You had looked around the corridor of his small apartment, slowly nearing the bathroom. You could hear Bucky crying. Quiet, exhausting sobbing. That’s when you entered the bathroom. And there he was. Small, oh god he looked so small and scared, in his bathtub, the water falling on him.
Bucky was still in his underwear, his skin red from the scalding water and his exhausted hands scratching his skin. There were deep scratches all over him, blood seeping through the torn skin. “Oh god…What happened?!” You had sunk down next to the tub, reaching over and turning the water off. “The b-blood. There is so much b-blood. And i-it’s not coming off. It’s everywhere. Go! Please go! You shouldn’t be s-seeing t-this.” You were confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Sam’s blood! It’s everywhere! See!” Bucky held his arms up but there was nothing apart from torn skin that was already slowly mending. You carefully moved your hand up to touch his arm. Bucky winced, his breathing getting shakier. “Hey, it’s okay, you are okay. Come on, breathe with me. In. And out. In. And out.” Bucky had once or twice mentioned that he hallucinated occasionally and you remembered him telling you about medication he had been prescribed to calm him down. Or at least enough to get him out of such intense phases. “I will be right back, is that okay?” Bucky swallowed, before slowly nodding. You smiled softly at him, rushing to the kitchen cabinet you knew he kept his medications in, before finding the pills he had told you about “in case he would totally freak out on you.” You took the right dosage and a glass of water with you back into the bathroom. “Here, take these.” “What's this?” Bucky’s voice was raw and quiet, you had never seen or heard him like this.
“They will help you; you told me to give them to you, remember?” You held your hand with the small, white pills out, trying to smile while you were slowly breaking apart yourself. Bucky reminded you more of a broken child than the strong, tall man you knew. He took the pills, putting them in his mouth before gulping down the glass of water. You sat there in silence with him, little, soft touches to his arm and carefully stroking his head while he slowly came down and started getting drowsy.
“I don’t deserve you…” his head was leaning against the bathtubs edge.
“Bullshit, I care about you.”
“Yeah…that’s the point y/n.”
He looked up, tears in his eyes. “You shouldn’t care about me. Everyone who ever cared about me died, left or gets hurt.” “I’m not planning on dying, leaving or getting hurt anytime soon, so you are stuck with me for a whil- “
“You will.”
You took his hand. “You know that that’s my decision, right? If I get hurt caring about you, that’s on me.”
“Sure…” “I mean it Bucky. I’m being with you right now because I choose to be here. Because I like you. You are my friend. My Bucket. Do you think I could just stop caring?”
“…Thank you.” Bucky rested his head against the tub again, closing his eyes.
“Come on let’s get you out of here, you will catch a cold.” “I can’t get sick y/n.” “Then I will, come on.” You got up, holding your arms towards Bucky to help him get out of the bathtub, before handing him a towel. “Should I get fresh underwear?” “So desperate to rummage through my underwear, doll?” He tried for a crooked little smile. “I will smack you.,” you deadpanned, trying to hide the growing smile on your face. “I don’t think I can stand for long enough without help…” Bucky’s voice dropped again. “I’ll help you walk to your bedroom. Come on.” You hooked your arm in his, leading him out of the bathroom to the bedroom Bucky admittedly rarely used and sat him down on his bed. “Where’s the underwear?” He pointed at a drawer. You threw the boxers at him and awkwardly pointed at the door. “I’ll uh… let you change.” And left the bedroom.
You walked back to Bucky's bathroom, cleaning up a little, putting back all the knocked down bottles and putting some kitchen towels on the wet floor before you could take a deep breath for the first time in what felt like hours.
You adored Bucky. So much. You wish you could somehow show him just how much, but you didn’t want to risk a friendship that meant so much to the both of you for feelings he probably didn’t reciprocate.
“Y/n?” You rushed back.
“You are not naked, are you?” You heard Bucky laugh.
“No.” You opened the door and he was already laying down under the covers, the exhaustion finally taking over.
“Do you need anything Buck? Water, I can make you some tea… I can… stay over on the couch if… you want…” your voice got quieter with every word, not sure if you were overstepping his boundaries.
“No. I mean. Yes. No, I don’t need anything but yes can you…stay over…please? And maybe stay here with me for a bit…” “Of course, Buck.” You went up to the other side of Bucky's bed, sitting down next to him. “Oh man it’s such a comfy bed, you are really wasting it Bucket.” You heard a small chuckle from the blanket burrito next to you. Bucky reached out with his right hand, taking your hand in his. You stayed like this until you were sure he fell asleep, before slowly moving your hand away and carefully getting up. “Please stay.”
“Okay Buck.” You laid down next to him, until his breathing evened out and you too, fell asleep.
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Guard Games
Livia: What...
Jaseem: I challenge you and your Raven Guard..if me and my friends win you all split apart and never form another guard..
Epel: HEY! What is the matter with you!
Livia: *Flares her left wing, stopping Epel* We accept...what's first
Jaseem: A test of pure strength
Rukia: *Steps forward, looking at Floyd*
Floyd: *Smiles, stepping forward*
Crowley: Very well, let's begin!
~~~~~
Crowley: Both students are to push these boulders from here to Riddle over there!
Riddle: *Lifts his hand*
Floyd: *Beams waving* Goldfish!
Rukia: Got it!
Crowley: GO!
Floyd: Strength in One! *Slams into the boulder, pushing it*
Rukia: *Slams into his boulder impressed with Floyd catchphrase, pushing after the merman*
Epel and Deuce: COME ON FLOYD!!
Livia: Floyd! Don't strain your muscles!
Jaseem: *Glances at Livia surprised*
Floyd: *Grits his teeth, narrowing his eyes* Strength in One!!!!
Rukia: *Gasps as Floyd suddenly sped up* HUH!??
Floyd: *Shoves the boulder past Riddle and grins*
Riddle: Floyd Wins!
Rook: Excellent! Good job!
Deuce: You were great!
Epel: Good job!
Livia: Floyd, you alright?
Floyd: Yep, I'm fine Catfish!
Lvia: *Nods relieved*
Crowley: Raven Guard, you won who's next?
Deuce: I am!
~~~~~
Deuce: *Looks at Trevor*
Trevor: Good luck buddy, heh
Crowley: Ready? Set? GO!
Deuce: *Runs off into his tunnel area* Here Comes Speed!
Trevor: *Grins running beside him* Nice catchphrase!
Deuce: *Speeds up, running away, leaping from stone to stone and leaping across the pit of hissing snakes*
Trevor: *Leaps onto the wall and pushes off, landing behind Deuce and running after him*
Deuce: *Runs around the corner, his eyes narrowed then glances back*
Trevor: Hah! You're the fastest, let this dog beastman show you FAST!
Deuce: *Speeds up, his eyes wide*
Trevor: *Grins darting past him towards the finish*
Deuce: NO!!!
Trevor: *Runs out, cheers coming from his friends*
Deuce: *Pants running out, stopping by the entrance then walks over to Livia his head bowed*
Livia: Deuce....
Deuce: Sorry..Liv..
Jaseem: *Stares at Livia silently pleading with her to get upset*
Livia: *Chuckles* You did well, Deuce, you just rest now...
Crowley: Trevor you can choose who goes next
Trevor: Hm...then..Keenest of Sight test!
Crowley: Very well
~~~~~
Rook: *Stretches then hands Livia his hat*
Livia: Do your best Rook, if you end up going too far come right back
Rook: Understood
Hector: *Looks over as Rook stood beside him*
Rook: Good luck
Hector: *Nods wondering what Rook's catchphrase was*
Crowley: Seek!
Rook: *Grins running into the darkness* Je les vois!
Hector: *Runs in after him startled*
Livia: *Chuckles* That means, "I see them"
Rook: *Walks through the darkness, looking around curiously* Hm?
Rook: *Leaps down, then peeks into a little crevice*
Hector(On the other side): Ouch!
Rook: *Chuckles then narrows his eyes grinning* Je les vois!!!
Rook: *Leaps into the small space then leaps out, leaping up the rock and running back to the start*
Crowley: Here comes someone-
Rook: *Grins leaping out of the darkness, Cheka in his arms*
Cheka: *Laughs beaming* He found me!
Ziro: *Walks over taking Cheka*
Hector: *Walks over to Jaseem, looking guilty*
Crowley: Rook has won, Epel and Pega choose the way you wish to show off your bravery
Pega: I have a great idea, heh!
~~~~~~
Pega: *Grins at the course*
Livia: Epel! Be careful!!
Vil: Listen to Potato Cub!!
Epel: I got this don't worry!
Crowley: GO!
Epel: *Runs ahead of Pega, grinning* Brave is the Heart!
Pega: *Grins taking off after him* That's a good one, nice job!
Epel: *Leaps up and pushes off the wall, launching himself over the crocodiles and landing*
Pega: *Grins and leaps across the stream without help* Smart!
Epel: *Freezes at the sight of tigers startled*
Pega: Haha! Scared? *Leaps over the tigers with ease, dodging ones claws*
Pega: *Heads up the path towards the bells at the top then looks back*
Epel: Brave is the Heart! *Leaps backwards and pushes off a tree, launching himself over the tigers and landing running after Pega*
Pega: *Gasps startled* WOAH!!
Epel: *Runs past Pega, and leaps up snatching the bells off the branch*
Pega: *Freezes in alarm*
Epel: *Turns and leaps over the edge, diving down into the water below*
Pega: *Looks over the edge shocked* HUH!???
Epel: *Surfaces and swims to land, showing his cheering team the bells*
Rook: Great job!!
Floyd: *Laughs, patting Epel on the back*
Deuce: *Wraps a towel around the male* Epel, that was amazing
Livia: *Sighs glaring at Epel having had a near heart attack* Silly
Jaseem: We're next!
~~~~~
Livia and Jaseem: *Stands side by side, looking at the crowd*
Livia: I call for a test with all the others combined into ONE!
Jaseem: *Looks at her startled* What-
Livia: *Looks at Jaseem* I'm willing to do what it takes to keep my group together, I picked them all for a reason to help me keep everything safe..
Livia: Floyd, who despite his switching personalities, is one of the strongest people I know, someone who won't hesitate to jump in and do what needs to be done, with or without orders
Floyd: Aww Catfish, I'm blushin'!
Livia: Rook, a great hunter with keen senses and instinct, I trust him to watch our backs during missions and fights, and he has never let me down when it came to it
Rook: *Smiles* Mademoiselle Flower Huntress...that's touching..
Livia: Deuce, who may just be human but is some of the fastest people I know, I doubted his capability at first but he showed me that he can keep up and use his speed right. I leave speed missions to him and he's always came out on top
Deuce: *Smiles slightly* Thanks Liv..
Livia: And Epel, the bravest person I know, never backing down from a challenge and never letting others perceive him as weak, ready to put anybody in their place and take risks even if they get him in trouble with others
Epel: Liv...
Livia: *Turns to the crowd* Tests in One! Tests in One!!
Jaseem: *Looks at the chanting crowd then at Livia's guard*
Epel, Deuce, Rook and Floyd: *Smiles at Livia giving her looks of pure trust*
Livia: *Nods* Alri-
Jaseem: *Steps forward, standing beside her* I give up!
Livia: Hey, what are you doing?
Jaseem: I challenged you because......I didn't want to believe that villains we're actually somewhat different from what I was told
Livia: *Gasps alarmed* You-
Jaseem: I was told you all you're selfish and ready to throw each other under the bus, not caring about the place you reside in..not trusting each other...
Livia: *Glares at him*
Jaseem: I saw you and your group and saw how you all worked together and trusted each other...you all were fighting near each other as to lend each other aid and I saw how Deuce rushed to help Rook
Jaseem: *Looks at the crowd* I forfeit!
Livia: *Stares at Jaseem* No, you're right
Jaseem: Huh?
Livia: We can be pretty selfish, not caring and all that, be pretty manipulative and mean towards each other...but at the end of the day we find a way to work together and sort things out
Livia: Yeah, some of us have beef with each other and dislike them to some extent but we can push that aside for the sake of greater things
Azul and Jamil: *Glances at each other and nods*
Malleus: *Smirks* Kingscholar?
Leona: Silence Lizard, I know she's right..
Livia: *Looks at Jaseem* I hope you learn a lesson today, Jaseem
Jaseem: *Smiles and nods* I have...
Crowley: Raven Guard, I have your next mission
Livia: *Leaps down* Let's go guys!!
Epel, Deuce, Floyd and Rook: *Follows her grinning* Yes!
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What Pride had Wrought Pt. 7
Cutting Through the Enemy
What Pride had Wrought Masterpost
Previous: Base Camp
The PC begins to head to the battle.
Party comments:
Iron Bull: Now that’s a view. Gets your blood going.
Vivienne: Corypheus’s soldiers appear to be on the defensive.
Cassandra: Listen to how close the fighting’s gotten! It will be worse ahead.
Sera: Come on, let’s go plug some arseholes!
Sera: This place is rubbish. What are we doing?
Varric: One last push, and we can lick our wounds. I wonder if Corypheus will show.
Dorian: I hope your right about this temple, Morrigan. I could use a building or two.
Morrigan: Do the woods discomfort you, Pavus?
Dorian: It’s mostly the people trying to cut our heads off that manage that.
Morrigan: Do you see the magic crackling? Something more powerful than the red templars stirs.
A soldier points them ahead.
Soldier: Emperor Gaspard and his bodyguard are just down the hill, Inquisitor. They wish to join you for the last push.
Soldier: Marquise Briala and her bodyguard are just down the hill, Inquisitor. They wish to join you for the last push.
Soldier: Empress Celene’s general is just down the hill, Inquisitor. He wishes to join you for the final push.
They continue down the path to help Orlesian soldiers fight.
Choice dependent dialogue:
Gaspard rules [1]
Briala and Gaspard rule [2]
Celene/Public truce [3]
1 - Gaspard rules:
The PC joins Gaspard against the red templars.
Gaspard: For Val Royeaux! Hyah!
Gaspard: Hah! Well met!
Gaspard: Come, you scoundrels! Put your backs into it!
Gaspard: To the Maker with them!
After the battle:
Gaspard: Well fought, your worship! Let’s hope there’s more where they came from! Go find this temple your aides were on about. We’ll hold position.
[4]
2 - Briala and Gaspard rule:
The PC joins Briala against the red templars.
Briala: Fight on Inquisitor! Orlais will turn the tide!
Briala: For the Dales!
Briala: Steady aim! Watch for the rear guards!
Briala: Your time has come!
After the battle:
Briala: We’ll hold position while you find your way to this temple.
Briala (Dalish PC): Good luck, my friend. May you truly be the Maker’s chosen.
Briala (non-Dalish PC): Best of luck, Herald of Andraste.
[4]
3 - Celene rules/Public truce:
Orlesian General: Hail the Inquisitor! Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Celene, stands with you!
Orlesian General: Glory to Andraste and the Inquisition! Glory to Orlais!
Orlesian General: The beasts are flanking to the east. We’ll hold! We will hold!
[4]
4 - Scene continues.
*They continue forward, fighting through more red templars and some Wardens as they proceed through the river past the great waterfall.
PC: Those were Grey Wardens. They must be the last of those enslaved at Adamant.
Party comments:
Blackwall (???): Poor bastards. Corypheus has them dying by the dozen.
Blackwall: We’ll remember the men they were. And we’ll avenge them.
Cassandra: If they were forced to obey him, death will be a blessing.
Iron Bull: That, or you got another set of Wardens pissed at you somehow.
Morrigan: A most inglorious end. Still, if these puppet-Wardens show no mercy, neither can we.
The party continues, helping Inquisition soldiers along the way.
Soldier 1: For Haven, and the Divine!
Soldier 1: The monsters are running, Your Worship.
Soldier 2: They fall. The red templars fall!
Soldier 2: For the Inquisition!
Soldier 3: It’s the Inquisitor!
Soldier 3: For the Herald!
Soldier 4: We’ve readied the way.
Soldier 4: At your command Herald.
The party continues to the red templar forward camp.
Morrigan: There, ahead. An entire camp of red templars.
Party comments:
Cassandra: Watch out. They’ve posted archers on the wall.
Iron Bull: Watch yourself. Arches on the wall.
Blackwall: Look sharp. They’ve got archers on the wall.
As they fight, strange elves join the fray.
Party comments:
Iron Bull: Katara bas! They fight like a hurricane!
Blackwall: These elves are damned fast!
Vivienne: Who are these elves!
Cassandra: Elves! But where did they come from?
Dorian: Are those elves? Where did they come from?
Varric: Who are these guys?
Cole: These elves want us dead!
Iron Bull: We noticed!
The fight ends.
Choice dependent dialogue:
Dalish PC [5]
non-Dalish PC [6]
5 - Dalish PC
PC: Who were those elves? They didn’t look Dalish.
Party comments:
Solas: It seems this Temple of Mythal is not deserted after all.
Varric: Yeah. Dalish are a lot more chatty.
Blackwall: they’re no friends to the templars, that’s for sure.
Vivienne: No, not at all.
Sera: Least the bastards killed those red templars.
Iron Bull: Whoever they are, they don’t like the res templars any better than we do.
Cassandra: They fought unlike any Dalish I have ever seen.
[7]
6 - non-Dalish PC
PC: Were we just attacked by elves?
Party comments:
Solas: It seems this Temple of Mythal is not deserted after all.
Varric: Uh-huh. But they don’t look like any elves I’ve ever seen.
Cassandra: They do not look like Dalish or city elves.
Sera: Not for long, we weren’t!
Blackwall: Strange looking ones, too. At least they hate red templars.
Vivienne: Did you feel that aura? Everything they wore dripped with magic.
Dorian: Elves wielding strange magic, at that. Could you feel it?
[7]
7 - Scene continues.
Morrigan: Perhaps these creatures are the reason few return from the Arbor Wilds.
They continue on, helping more soldiers.
Soldier 5: We’re pushing them back, Your Worship.
Soldier 5: Always ready, Inquisitor.
Soldier 5: Ready at your command.
Soldier 6: We’re ready to serve, my [lord/lady]
Soldier 6: We’re honored, Inquisitor.
Soldier 6: We stand with you, Your Worship.
As they continue, they come across more allies as they fight red templar behemoths at the ruined archways.
Choice dependent dialogue:
Sided templars, Barris died [8]
Sided templars, Barris lived [9]
Sided mages [10]
8 - Sided templars, Barris died:
Fletcher: (templars conscripted): Templars of the Inquisition! The Herald of Andraste fights with us!
Fletcher: (templars allied): We fight to reclaim our honor! For the Order!
Fletcher: Keep at them!
After the battle:
Fletcher: We’ll break the red templars, Your Worship. I can feel the battle turning. With you here, the Maker favors us. [11]
9 - Sided templars, Barris lived
Barris: (templars conscripted): At your command, Herald! The Inquisition’s templars are ready!
Barris: (templars allied): Inquisitor! The Templar Order won’t rest until these bastard fall!
Barris: For the Herald of Andraste!
After the battle:
Barris: We’ll mop up any remaining red templars, Inquisitor. Andraste mark me: we’ll avenge every good knight who died in Therinfal. [11]
10 - Sided mages
Fiona: We’ll hold these monster, Inquisitor! The free mages stand with the light!
Fiona: inquisitor! The Circle of Magi stands with you!
Fiona: Holds fast!
Fiona: Quickly! One of them weakens!
After the battle:
Fiona: Your scouts say more red templars are on their way. We’ll guard against them. Andraste guide you, for I’ve heard Corypheus is ahead. [11]
11 - Scene continues.
Leliana fights in some ruins along the way.
Leliana: Good hunting, Inquisitor! We’re keeping them at bay! Follow the river to the temple!
They find Cullen fighting at the temple gates.
Cullen: Press on, Inquisitor!
Cullen: the Inquisition will not yield!
After the battle, the party presses on.
PC: That must be the Temple of Mythal.
Party comments:
Vivienne: Prepare yourself, my dear. It’s likely Corypheus will make an appearance.
PC: I’d count on it. Be ready.
Varric: We haven’t seen Corypheus yet. bet that’s about to change.
PC: I’d count on it. Be ready.
Blackwall: If we find Corypheus anywhere, it’ll be there.
PC: I’d count on it. Be ready.
Cole: In front of us. Rage burning red. So close to what he wants, what he was, what he will be.
PC: Corypheus.
Dorian: Any chance Corypheus will finally grace us with his presence?
PC: I’d count on it. Be ready.
Solas: Be ready. Corypheus will be there.
Morrigan: I hear fighting ahead.
The PC walks through the archway to the temple entrance.
Next: Temple of Mythal
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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Ecstasy [Prologue]
ー The scene starts by the World Tree
Yui: ( Yuma-kun...He hasn’t come out today either. )
( I was hoping that once he had calmed down, we could make a grave for Lucks-san to give him at least somewhat of a proper send-off. )
( But by the looks of it, I guess it’s still difficult for him to give all of this a place... )
...Huh?
( What an incredibly large tree...I wonder what kind of tree it is? )
Shuu: That’s the World Tree.
ー Shuu walks up to her
Yui: Shuu-san...Are you talking about this tree?
Shuu: Yeah. You were curious, right? It shows on your face right away.
Yui: D-Does it?
Shuu: This is...A tree which controls the World, just like its name suggests.
I doubt you’re aware of it, but this World has disappeared many times, before being born again.
Apparently that’s how the eras come and go.
Shuu: Father once told me that this Tree will also wither and bloom in accordance to that.
Yui: So basically this World has been reborn time after time?
Shuu: I guess so. I don’t know all the details either.
Well, unfortunately, it seems like this Tree has already withered quite a bit.
Yui: ( ...He’s right. There’s a bunch of dead leaves scattered around it. But... )
This tree also disappears and grows again alongside the World, right? In which case, once it withers...
Shuu: The World might also come to an end alongside it.
Oh well, it comes from that guy. Who knows if he was speaking the truth or not. Although I won’t deny that it’s an ominous story.
Yui: It’s a little scary, huh...?
Shuu: ...Say, don’t you resent me?
Yui: Eh...?
Shuu: You wanted to save the Ghouls as well, didn’t you? Then don’t you bear a grudge against me for killing that one Ghoul?
Yui: ...I don’t.
Of course, it hurts me too when I consider how Yuma-kun must feel right now. But still...
I fully realize that you had no other choice back then.
Because I believe you would have died if you didn’t make that choice.
Shuu: Hah...You never change, do you? You’re such a fool, still trying to stick up for me even though you’re in love with Yuma.
...I guess it might have been fate that the two of us would one day find ourselves in this sort of situation.
We were never quite on the same page after all. Like two different tones clashing with each other.
I’m pretty sure it’s been like that ever since we kids. Although I didn’t pay mind to it back then because it was such a trivial thing.
Yui: But...You were friends, right?
Shuu: ...Who knows. It’s been too long, I forgot.
...I’ll get going now. I’m pretty sure that’d be for the best.
Yui: Eh?
ー Yuma approaches them
Yui: Yuma-kun!
Shuu: ...
ー Shuu walks away
Yui: Ah, Shuu-saーー
Yuma: Lay it off, Yui.
Yui ( ...I guess he’s still upset after all. )
( I can’t believe they’ve had such a fall-out during a time when we should be working together instead... )
...Are you alright?
Yuma: Yeah, I made ya worried, didn’t I? ...Or that’s what I’d like to tell ya at least, but to be honest, my mind’s still a mess.
I feel pathetic havin’ to say this but I have no clue what to do.
Say, what do ya...think I should do next?
Yui: ...I...can definitely understand why Ruki-kun and the others want to protect Eden.
I also realize that they simply don’t have the time to be saving the Ghouls now when they already have their hands full with that.
However...Even so, I don’t want to simply disregard Lucks-san’s feelings and his desire to bring the Ghouls happiness either.
That’s why I believe it would be best to try and do whatever we can for the Ghouls, all while protecting Eden at the same time...I suppose.
Yuma: ...Well, that would be ideal. I feel the same way.
But now’s hardly the time to be talkin’ ‘bout best-case-scenarios.
We received an update from our Familiars. It seems like various Demon Clans are ready to work together and wipe out the Ravens for good.
Yui: Wipe out...!? Why would they do that!?
Yuma: I dunno why but...That Kino bastard has been huntin’ down Demons in the human world, remember? Seems like the different Clan leaders picked up on that.
Kino might be Karlheinz-sama’s son and a force to be reckoned with, he’s still workin’ together with Ghouls.
I can’t imagine those Ghouls can stand up ‘gainst an army of Demons. ...What happened to Lucks proves my point.
If an actual war breaks loose, I’m pretty sure Rotigenberg will go up in flames in no time.
With the Ghouls sufferin’ the same fate, obviously.
Yui: Ugh...
Yuma: I mean, sure, after everythin’ Kino and those Ghouls did, ya could say they sealed their own fate.
But well, the other Demons have been those Ghouls like shit too, haven’t they?
Despite shunnin’ them, they don’t shy away from usin’ them as slaves when it benefits them.
It’s hella pretentious of them to think they can now just get rid of them from the moment they become a nuisance.
Yui: So the Demons didn’t simply dislike the Ghouls?
Yuma: No, that’s the exact reason. They made the Ghouls do all of the dirty work they don’t want to do themselves.
In other words, they used them to their advantage.
In the end, Ghouls are nothin’ but tools in their eyes. That’s why they can kill them without battin’ an eye.
Even though the Ghouls...and Boss, they’ve only tryin’ to live their life to the fullest. As if I’d let this happen...!
Yui: ...
Yuma: ...My bad. I guess I really haven’t sorted out my emotions yet.
But I can’t help but be reminded of the past by this whole situation.
Those who think they can use power to force their will, they don’t care if others suffer as a result of their actions.
Even if it kills someone, they can just easily move on with their lifves. ...I don’t wanna be that sorta guy.
Yui: ( Yuma-kun... )
...Hey, Yuma-kun. Why don’t we make a grave for Lucks-san?
Yuma: A grave?
Yui: You mentioned this way back as well, didn’t you? That you wanted to give your friends a proper burial.
Even though he met his end in such an unfortunate way, if you send him your prayers...It could be a way to somewhat repay him, right?
Yuma: But Lucks-san is gone. There’s nothin’ to bury...
Yui: We can bury his soul, not his physical body. And we can pray...that his soul may rest in peace.
Unlike before, you now know exactly where he is after all. So...What do you say?
Yuma: ...You’re right. If everyone else turns a blind eye, then we just gotta pray for him.
I want to let him know...that there’s still people here who remember that he was alive.
*TIMESKIP*
Yuma: ーー I guess this’ll do.
It’s more so a pile of soil and flowers rather than a proper grave though.
Yui: That’s plenty. It’s the sentiment which counts.
Yuma: Hah, I guess the daughter of a Priest sees things differently.
...My bad, Boss. I failed to save ya for the second time in a row.
But ya entrusted your dream with me once more. ...Just like ya did back then.
I’m the still unreliable loser I was back then but...Thank ya for havin’ faith in me regardless.
Yui: ( ...Lucks-san. Your dreams is now safe in Yuma-kun’s hands. So may you please rest in peace... )
Yuma: ...Guess we won’t get anywhere by stayin’ depressed forever, huh? Guess we should head back soon.
Yui: Yeah...
...Hey, Yuma-kun. Why don’t we try asking the others for help one more time?
Yuma: ...It’s no use. I’m pretty sure ya also realize that they’re not up for it?
Yui: But they might change their mind when they hear it directly from you.
The other Mukami brothers in particular might be able to somewhat relate to the Ghouls’ struggles.
Yuma: I mean...I guess ya have a point. But what has gotten into ya? You’re all fired up all of a sudden.
Yui: I just want to be there for you at all times, that’s all.
Yuma: ...
...Hah. I can’t say no after hearin’ those words from the woman I love.
Right. Forget ‘bout the Sakamaki’s for now, but I’ll try to get my message across to Ruki and the gang.
Givin’ up without doin’ anything would be a true sign of weakness.
Monologue
ーー However.
The others ended up turning down,
Yuma-kun’s request.
They did sympathize with their dire situation.
But they are simply too busy protecting Eden,
it would be difficult to help out the Ghouls as well.
That is what Ruki-kun told him upfront.
As for Reiji-san and his brothers,
he said that they simply could not feel bad,
for those Ghouls who went out there hunting down their kind.
While it may be true that they are mistreated,
he questioned if that made their actions any less of a crime as well.
In the end, we found ourselves back at square one.
ー The scene shifts to the Grand Hall at Eden
Yuma: ...Gotcha. Sorry for wastin’ yer time.
ー Yuma walks away
Kou: ...Yuma-kun!
ー Kou and Azusa chase after him
Reiji: ...Forget about us for a second, but are you sure you lot made the right decision?
Ruki: What other choice do we have? ...We don’t have the power to protect everything and everyone we want to.
Shuu: ...
ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall
Kou: Hold up, Yuma-kun! Where are you going!?
Yuma: Don’t worry. I won’t bother y’all no more.
Kou: Don’t call it that! It’s not...
Azusa: Yuma...We would like to help out those Ghouls as well, deep down. We understand how they feel after all...
Kou: Exactly. ...But.
Yuma: I know. It’s not worth abandonin’ Eden over. Correct?
I don’t think you’re wrong to think that. Y’all should protect whatever feels right.
Azusa: You...don’t want to protect Eden then...?
Yuma: As if. This place is just as much my home.
But right now, Shuu is its owner. Even if Eden is precious to me...I can no longer obey that guy.
Kou: Yuma-kun...
Yuma: My bad for bein’ such a selfish prick. Tell Ruki I’m sorry as well. ...I failed him as a younger brother.
Let’s go, Yui.
Yui: ...Okay.
ー The scene shifts to the outside of Eden
Yui: ...I’m sorry.
Yuma: I figured you’d apologize. I bet you’re blamin’ yerself for this, aren’t ya?
I’m pretty sure I would have done the same thing, even if ya weren’t there to give me that final push in the back. I’m glad that I actually got to tell them everythin’ in the end.
Yui: But...I don’t like how it seems like you guys will grow apart now...
Yuma: It can’t be helped.
I’ve lost a lot of pals in my lifetime, but those guys...I thought family would last forever at least.
Still...I guess deep down, there was a part of me which thought that maybe this time would one day come.
Unlike those dudes, I’m a greedy idiot. I can’t choose one over the other.
I want to protect everythin’ dear to me, and I can’t easily give up on that, even when I realize that it’s impossible.
Yui: ...Yeah.
Yuma: Obviously, I wanna protect Eden as well. Like I’ve said before, I don’t want to lose my home again.
But...Ruki and the others will keep it safe, even if I’m not here. That’s why I believe Eden will be fine.
However...There’s nobody else willin’ to rescue and protect those Ghouls.
That’s why I’ll do it. ...In Boss’ place.
I just can’t crush his dreams again now that he entrusted me with it for the second time. ...Will ya make fun of me for bein’ a blockhead?
Yui: I would never. I love that side of you.
Yuma: ...Thanks.
I know that I can’t blame Shuu for what happened to Shuu.
But if only he had come to Eden...and had tackled the issue sooner, then none of this would have happened.
When I look at it like that, I just can’t bring myself to forgive him.
That’s why I’ve decided to side with those who’ve been gettin’ pushed ‘round by those in power their whole lives.
Yui: ...Even if that means you’ll have to make your brothers and the Sakamaki’s your enemy?
Yuma: I’ve made my resolve. That’s the path I chose for myself.
Yui: ...I understand.
Yuma: I do feel bad for draggin’ ya into my mess...
Yui: You keep on saying sorry. Didn’t I tell you...that I’ll be your ally, no matter what happens?
Yuma: Yeah, ya did. ...Come ‘ere, Yui.
ー He embraces her
*Rustle*
Yuma: I don’t know whether I feel grateful for bein’ able to meet Boss again or not but, it did make me realize one thing.
I’m glad I got to introduce ya to him. ...I’m pretty sure he can finally feel relieved now.
ー The scene shifts to Kino’s manor
Yuuri: ーー Kino. I’ve received a message from our Familiar. Yuma-san has left Eden.
We believe that he has broken ties with the Vampire Clan.
Kino: Heeh! He went that far, huh? ...Fufu, things are getting interesting.
Yuuri: Will you act upon this?
Kino: Let me think...Nah, I think we can play the waiting game for now. I mean, they’ll surely come here, won’t they?
*Ding・dong*
Kino: Speak of the devil! He’s more clever than I thought. I guess he realizes that
Well then...How shall I use this to my advantage?
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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Sooo...Amaris, huh? Tell me about them! What's their story? Why Selune? Why are they this beautifully etheral? 💜
oh my little weirdo *swoon*
So Amaris was pretty young when they escaped the underdark. Old enough to have memories of the place but still young enough that when a cleric of Selune found them one cold night sleeping alone under a full moon she knew she had to take them in and protect them.
They were raised in the House of the Moon in Waterdeep by many of the clerics but more or less adopted the woman that found them as their mother, so it's basically all they've ever known.
They're incredibly devout. Like. They just love Selune so much, man. There's a running joke that they're a gift from the Moonmaiden herself. They secretly kind of believe it.
They still live in the House of the Moon full time, even though most clerics would have begun travelling and spreading the word and healing of their goddess by now, but they're meek and more of a homebody than an adventurer so they've done everything in their power to stay home tending to the sick and elderly, and sneaking into the library in every free moment. They're very nurturing and gentle by nature so the work suits them well.
They were on a trip to Baldur's Gate with their best friend (under false pretenses, I might add! She told them that it was a holy mission except when they got there she confessed she just wanted to get them out of the city but Look! Sorcerous Sundries, Amaris! You've always wanted to go there! WINKWINK") when the nautiloid attacked and scooped them up.
They're trying to find her amongst all this tadpole nonsense but no luck. They DID, however, find her big dumb celebrity crush stuck in a rock right after they crash landed so that's been lucky.
Amaris has been trying to get into Mr. Of Waterdeep's good graces so they can put in a good word for her when they all find each other again. (HAHA OOPS)
Why are they beautifully ethereal? Gosh. Must be the blessings of the Night White Lady herself 😌😌😌Truly Selune's favourite princess.
I went looking for a cute pic of them to add here but I found the perfect representation of their dynamic with Astarion so you get that instead. hah.
alskjdlkjfldks i'm sorry i took so long to reply to this! I started typing it, ran out of time, saved it to my drafts and then smooth-brained it out of existence. But I remembered! Eventually! You're so patient, thank you.
#bg3#my ocs#oc: Amaris#asks#I'm sorry my dear you know how i get#the rambles they can't be contained#also i love this little dingus#and i'm really happy to be playing them with a mod glow-up#they've got LORE now#so much stupid lore#also they MIGHT have a thing for Astarion but we're sitting on that#they kinda look good together i dunno i dunno
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The He-Man Chronicles
hahahahahahahah i'm staring at this gif very very normally thank you
Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Words: 7.9K(hah i love him your honor)
Prompt this be a request babayyyyy:
[ GRADUAL ] for receiver to slowly undress sender, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ APPROACH ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.
Warning: 18+ it's smut, PiV, fingering, oral F and M receiving, Eddie talks a lot(yes that is a warning), drug use so like can be seen as under the influence non-con if you squint, let me know if i missed anything i am still new at this whole thing heh :)))
A/N: OK YALL THIS IS DIRECTLY FROM MY REQUESTS, a most beautiful anonymous individual dropped this off as a gift to me and my brain went WILD. I am very sorry to anon if this isn't the character you had in mind since it is my first time writing for him, but I just got like mad inspired so if you want me to write this prompt with a different character or if you didn't like my interpretation you go ahead and tell me and i will very much get on fixing that just please allow me this one sin 😌 it's been a minute since i've been this obsessed with an individual and eddie has just got me wrapped around his little fingers now doesn't he!!! me and eddie have kinda similar hair and both love weed and i think that's hot and i really wanted to get this done before the new episodes drop because i am TERRIFIED of what is to become of my baby. ya literally freaking out, obsessed, want to die, love him so so so so so so so much who am i. again giving this anon the biggest hugs and most aggressive forehead kisses literally ever because they gave me the inspiration to do this and be slutty and emotional on the MAIN! i LOVE them for allowing me this! so please enjoy send me all your eddie disgusting beautiful delicious thoughts and good luck to all my eddie girlies, tonight we ride 🤠
ok apologies i know this is already way too fucking long kill me with a butter knife but i have to point to @chaseadrian and @inklore who are doing GODS WORK with their eddie writing please i beg go read, it is so good ok sorry i'll shut up please enjoy!
also minimally edited i had to stop looking at it so forgive me please 🫠
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It always started like this.
Eddie brought the weed, you rolled the joints, and then cartoons for hours.
You and him were so simple, like a river flowing to sea, a course already predetermined and known that it was hard picturing life without him sometimes.
You’d been rolling together side by side since 6th grade english where the two of you made your teacher cry and then spent all of detention, heads together, trying to come up with the greatest revenge plot of all time. She’d been a menace and you and Eddie had had enough of it. But the revenge never came to be and that didn’t really end up mattering. You’d found your best friend.
He was the confidant you’d always wanted. The person who never shied away from any conversation. Eddie wanted to talk and he wanted to listen and he just wanted to know every fucking thing about you. His eyes read you inside and out like a creased and worn out paperback, soft from how often those eyes have traversed those pages. You were soft on him.
Long story short, that was how vengeful 6th graders turned blood bonded confidants turned into the drug dealing freaks of Hawkins High.
Somewhere along the way you both realized weed made shit a hell of a lot more fun, and a little extra pocket money never hurt. Like everything else between you two it had become your thing. You and Eddie had spent hours one fateful summer perfecting your joint rolling skills, or as Eddie would call it “doobie time” and the rest was history.
You’d never minded being labeled the freaks, never minded that the jocks were incessant about their hatred of you two, Hellfire, honestly anyone that wasn’t like them. Because Eddie was always right at your side ready to knock em down a few pegs and then erase any hurt with his goofy smile that made everything feel just a bit lighter.
Even though you didn’t get DnD and refused to play, he’d always made sure you felt some level of included. He’d nicknamed you Fae because you reminded him of some faerie princess he’d written into a campaign they’d been doing at the time and even gave you an honorary Hellfire t-shirt. The shirt had smelled like him and it had made you swoon but you refused to read into it any of the sweet gestures and delicious smelling shirts. That was just how Eddie was.
Eddie was your rock and you were his safe place to land and in so many ways it was hard for either of you to spend too much time apart. And so you had made a promise early in your friendship that Friday nights were claimed for the two of you. A ritual of sorts to let go of the bullshit of the week and just be. You and Eddie and joints and He-Man.
“Honestly speaking, He-Man is my ideal man. I mean the bob, the bangs, the voice? It’s just a package deal that cannot be ignored.”
Eddie snorted beside you, his lips turning up as his heavy lidded eyes scan your face. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Just looking at you.
His lips are wrapped around joint number 3? 4? And it’s hard not to zero in on his mouth, the softness and fullness of his lips sinking your mind somewhere warm and molten. You aren’t even sure what time it is anymore and your eyes are half open at best, but somehow the fog clouding the space behind your eyes clears just enough for Eddie to be the only thing visible. Your only real focus.
“Honestly speaking Fae, no one asked if you thought He-Man was the ideal man, but the fact that you just willingly gave up that information is something more pertinent for us to discuss. Please tell me, what is it about the most powerful man in the universe that truly speaks to you?”
“Oh shut up. You’re all jokes and honestly most of them are awful, sorry to break the news.”
You shove at his shoulder and ever the drama queen, he falls back, sprawling out on the carpet, hands clutching at his heart. His curls fan out around him, twisting and curving, framing his head like a halo, and there’s that edge to his eyes, a sort of golden fire that has been coming to the surface more and more when you’re together. It’s a sharpness of something secret that you can’t seem to place.
“Ah! You wound me! Sticks and stones and words all hurt me the same you know.”
“Eddie I swear to god you are a fucking nutcase sometimes.”
Your mind is swimming in the liquid brown of his eyes as he pears up at you from the floor. His laugh caresses your ears as smoke curls from his lips and he blinds you. He looks so soft, every part of him, his eyes, his hair, his t-shirt, seem gilded in a warm honey glow you’re fairly certain is due to the drugs curling around your synapses. But even if it is the weed, you’re still fairly certain curling up into his side would feel like drowning in warm, cottony sheets fresh out the dryer. It has your head spinning and hazy with feelings you haven’t yet defined in your head. Probably still too afraid to figure it out, but holy shit is he beautiful.
“Wait what did you say?”
Oh fuck. Did you seriously just fucking say that out loud?
Shit. This is exactly why you stick to two joints, max. As soon as you went past that your tongue gets heavy with all the words you’re always too anxious to say and proceeds to catapult every whim that flits across your brain out into the world for anyone and everyone to hear.
And today, delightfully, it got to be Eddie.
“I was just- I just- Well what do you think I said?”
“Well this is a tough one, you know with you sitting so far away from me and all, but I believe I heard you say something about me being beautiful? Possibly? Maybe?”
He props himself up on his elbows and scoots closer to you eyes brimming with question and hope? It’s hard to tell with the smoke filling the air, your lungs, your brain, but you almost feel like of everything, hope is the clearest. His tongue peaks out to wet his bottom lip, his teeth just catching onto the pillowy flesh there, and you have to focus on intaking breath or you’re fairly certain you’d forget to breath all together with how he’s looking at you.
“Uh well yes I-uh ya I mean come on of course you’re beautiful I mean you have to know that! The cheerleaders that buy weed from us pretend that you’re a gross freak but I heard Kristina in calc talking about how she thinks you’ve got a lot going on down stairs and how she’d really really like to find out. You know, everyone loves a bad boy.”
“Do you?”
“Wait wha- what?”
“Do you like a bad boy?”
That gives you pause. He’s completely ignored the fact that Kristina Taylor wants to see his dick and that just didn’t really track in your brain. She was probably the hottest girl at Hawkins and all the guys in Hellfire wax very poetically, at length, about how nice her tits are on at least a daily basis. Except Eddie, but you’d chalked that up to his assumed “manners”, and that he was just being respectful and hiding his lust.
And to make matters even more confusing his eyes are shifting, darkening to more of a chestnut brown with shades of need that you have a sneaking suspicion have zero to do with Kristina. Because he’s looking directly at you again, like he has been doing quite a lot these past few weeks, and it’s making you sweat.
You can feel your pulse in your fingertips as they press harder into the ground as if you’re trying to steady yourself from this giant shift happening between you and Eddie in his bedroom.
With He-Man on in the background.
It was all very discombobulating.
“I mean well ya I guess so, but don’t flatter yourself E. I’ve seen you shoot milk out your nose honestly too many times to count and that concerns me. Who knows, it could be a health condition! Maybe you have the weirdest milk related illness of all time, really gonna beat all those losers who’re lactose intolerant. They’ve got nothing on you.”
Eddie stays quiet even as his lips twitch up again into a soft grin. If there’s one thing Eddie is a pro at it’s seeing straight through your bullshit diversions.
But he doesn’t call you out on it this time. He just pushes himself the rest of the way up scooting himself closer to where you’re sprawled out against the side of his bed. There’s a precision to his movements tinged with caution as if he’s afraid to spook you.
It’s then you realize how your shoulders have hitched up and your fingers are curled into the carpet. Knuckles white and bones groaning, you must look like a corned animal.
He finally bridges the gap between you, his hand coming up, the joint still burning between his fingertips, smoke curling and twining around itself up towards the ceiling. Your fingers brush at the exchange and you see his chest twitch with a stuttered breath at the same time you hear your own catch. It feels fizzy and light as it skitters up your arm over your shoulder and down your spine. You have to restrain the shiver.
Eddie looks no less affected.
Your lips wrap around the filter of the joint and you inhale deep, needing something to distract from the headiness filling the air threatening to pull you under. It fails almost instantly.
The smoke floating from between your lips seems to only pull Eddie in closer, his eyes dropping down to watch the smoke curl from between your lips up into your nose. His lips part and you can see how his chest expands on the inhale, as if he’s trying to suck the smoke swirling out of your lungs straight into his.
You quickly inhale another puff and then pass it back to him, avoiding his touch at all costs and averting your eyes from his gaze that feels like its stripping you bare. Eddie’s rings glint in the low light of his bedroom as he taps the ash off the joint and stubs it out into the ashtray. His head turns back to look at you and he slowly slides himself to sit in front of your crossed legs, his frame now blocking out He-Man, the only distraction you had left.
“Hey. Hey Fae what’s going on up there? I know this weeds strong but you’re leaving me. Where ya going?”
There’s a sort of stillness wrapping itself around your ankles and crawling up your calves. You can see it in his eyes, he wants you to ask, ask what this tension, this thickness filling the air is all about. And he wants to tell you, desperately, wants to break the dam and let everything spill out all over the floor so it’s finally not suffocating you both.
If only you'd ask.
So you decide you will.
“E what’s going on here? I can’t with you looking at me like that. And don’t even ask me what that means because if I knew then I would tell you but I have no fucking clue and everything feels so confusing and fuck you weren’t kidding this weed is really, really strong.”
The words are tumbling, skittering, bursting from between your lips and it takes everything you have to suck in a breath and stop the word vomit from steering into territory that was much too scary to verbalize. Though it feels like it’s already sprinting in that direction, like a runaway train that has no chance of stopping, the only thing left to do is get ready for the carnage.
You peak up at him from beneath your lashes and his eyes are open with an aching vulnerability as if he’s letting you look into his soul. As if he really, really wants you too dive into his eyes and see it all.
His hand wraps around your ankle and the sear of his warm skin interwoven with the biting chill of his silver rings shoots up your leg and settles in your core, hot and torrid. You can barely breath, trying fruitlessly to hide your gasps for breath from Eddie’s ever watchful eyes.
The two of you haven’t been able to break eye contact and the temperature of the room starts to climb quickly like a kettle about to boil over. He drags your foot into his lap, his other hand curling around the juncture of your knee, squeezing just so and your sharp intake of breath sounds like a bomb in the hush of the room. His eyes flicker down to your mouth and they darken to a shade that has your stomach twisting itself into knots.
God this is too much, he still hasn’t spoken and you think you might start melting into the carpet if he doesn’t do something fast. What that something is you’re not totally sure but you’d love to find out, and soon.
“Fae, I ca- I’m about to say something really stupid but here goes nothing. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. I just- Fuck do I want you and you’re my best friend but also the person I think about when my hand is wrapped around my dick, which sorry that's way too much information but honestly it’s just really hard to think around you sometimes when I want you in every way humanly possible and it feels like you’re always just out of reach.”
“But you also have to know, have to believe me when I say if you don’t feel the same, I will never bring this up again. Ever again. But I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not when you’re looking at me like that, and I can see how you’re out of breath just like me and it feels like you might be losing it just as bad.”
Your vision seems to glaze over and then flicker back as he talks, the gravel and need in his tone setting off all of your synapses and sends you flying into a deep-rooted, aching lust. The feelings and want that have been simmering under layers and layers of fear and dismissal, now breaking through the cracks and fissures Eddie’s proclamations have unleashed upon all your safeguards. You feel like a volcano about to explode, like you’re this close from ripping yourself apart with everything building and building and building within you.
He falls into you like his words are propelling him forward, the momentum shoving you both into a new chapter. His chest pushes up against the front of your leg, his chin hovering just above your knee, and you can feel his chest rising and falling through his soft cotton t-shirt, the heat of him seeping into your bare skin. His eyes are flitting across your features, eyes, nose, lips, chin, cheeks, and your face heats with his focus and attention.
He’s so close you can almost count his eyelashes, see the the lines in his lips where they’ve gotten slightly chapped. One of his crossed legs stretches open to rest against yours, and now you’re caged in on both sides, his hand still gripping your knee, squeezing every so often so you don’t forget that he’s there.
You feel like you might just lunge at him at any moment, like a rubber band stretched till it’s breaking point. One more word from him and you might just throw yourself off the cliff edge, you’re not totally sure if you’d even want to stop yourself.
“I- well I guess I might be feeling the same way, and honestly speaking, I’ve been thinking about you too. Or whatever.”
The spell finally breaks and your eyes drop instantly to the hand wrapped around your knee, his eyes finally getting the better of you. You’d just said so much, it all feels too much, and yet you don’t want to stop, because for some reason it seems like everything might turn out the way your heart really, truly wants it to.
But you’re absolutely fucking terrified nonetheless.
Eddie stays silent, but he moves almost instantly, the hand around your ankle gliding up your calf before sliding around your neck, into your hair, and his thumb catches under your chin, lifting till you’re forced to look at him.
It’s like sparklers are going off in your belly, chest, head, cunt. He’s looking at you as if he wants to inhale you like the smoke that’s been rolling around between you two all night. You feel consumed by him and this moment and the smirk crossed with a timid smile laced across his lips makes your heart squeeze with a want that’s starting to twist into something almost feral.
“You know what I think is really crazy? The fact that you know I like you, and I know you like me, and even though all I can think about sometimes is kissing you, I still haven’t kissed you yet. That just seems like a real shame if you ask me.”
His voice has dropped into a gravelly rumble, though still lilting in the way that Eddie is always joking, always light. Always your Eddie. His eyes are one and the same, a darkening brown, yet twinkling with an excitement and want that sends goosebumps skittering across your flesh.
He’s leaning in closer now, and his hand shifts, thumb stroking at your cheek as his fingers press into the skin behind your ear and further into your hair. You instinctively lean into his hand, skull pushing back against his fingers, wanting him to card them deeper into your hair and pull.
“E, please kiss me.”
“Dang, if you just gave me a second I was abou-“
Your lips touch down on his, cupping the plush of his lower lip, muffling the words leaving his tongue. You both freeze for a breath, until Eddie groans from somewhere deep in his chest and everything gets set ablaze.
His fingers card into your hair, pressing into your scalp, as his hand wraps around your knee and tugs your leg out to wrap around his hip. His body crowds into you, and your other leg naturally unfolds, winding around him till you have to shift up and into his lap.
It all happens in what feels like a heart beat and now you’re sitting nose to nose with the boy of possibly your dreams, and he’s looking at you with such softness and such reverence that it leaves you spinning.
Emotions are painted across his features and especially his eyes that are peering into yours, trying to read every one of your thoughts. And you want him to. You want him to see the yearning, the lust, the need. You would be willing to strip yourself bare for him and he for you.
His hands squeeze at your waist, pinky fingers hooking under the seam of your shirt to press into your bare skin, and the touch swirls around your body, spreading through you until your hips can’t help but roll into his and—
Your eyes lock and you can feel him. Pressing up against the zipper of his jeans, into the cradle of your thighs, and even through the two layers of denim, you can fell him. It sends your thoughts tumbling down, down, down to the molten center of you that’s been burning and churning since you two light up that first joint.
Eddie sucks in a breath, lips pressed shut, and a light whine cracks in the back of his throat as if it’s been torn out of him. His nose bumps into yours, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as his lips move to your jaw, down to your neck.
A keen rises to the tip of your tongue as he licks at your pulse, thick and hot, teeth nipping softly in its wake. His hands are slowly starting to guide your hips, rocking you forward and back over the zipper of his jeans. Every pass over your clit leaves you whimpering out into the humid air and your fingers tangle in his hair, trying fruitlessly to ground yourself in the silky strands.
His breath puffs out against your throat as he bumps his forehead into your jaw affectionately, and you can feel the press of his teeth as he smiles into your throat.
“Fae, baby, I wa-want to see all of you, is that ok? Let me undress you, I want to make you feel so good. Please.”
He’s begging you, tone needy and gruff, as he nuzzles into your neck like some love sick puppy and you can’t feel, think, smell, taste, hear anything but him.
“God, yes, please, please yes.”
Your lips latch onto each others again, a burning intensity singeing the edges of every torrid press of lips. The damn has finally broken and you’re both frantic to feel. An all consuming ache to be skin to skin, devouring you both.
His hands slide around your thighs, settling down to cup your ass as he shifts up onto his knees, lifting you those final few inches to sit you up on his bed. The shift in angle leaves him gazing up at you if only for a breath, his eyes welling with reverence, as if praying before an altar. You can feel how hot you are between your legs and you wonder if he can feel it too. Feel how you’re burning up for him from the inside out.
His lips draw back a breath, dancing over yours, just brushing past, only to pull away every time you desperately try to fall into him. A dizziness is filling your head, leaving you dazed, eyes glazing over with how he’s leaving you on a razors edge. Touching you, but not quite, every pass just shy of the touch you’re truly aching for.
“Baby lift your arms for me ok? Let me see you.”
He ducks his head down as his fingers catch on the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up the skin of your sides, yours ribs, fingers pressing in every so often, as though memorizing the flesh. His mouth follows shortly behind, imprinting the shape of his kisses onto the skin next to your belly button, over your ribs, onto your sternum, between your collarbones, your neck, and finally returning to your lips, your shirt disappearing somewhere far behind him though you seriously couldn’t care less.
You stay there, tongues tangling and swirling around each other, a small moment of slowness breaking through the chaos. Your nails catch against the back of his shirt and he helps you pull it off of him, every movement syrupy and soft. It’s like you’re drowning in this little blink of time.
His bare skin is a furnace under your touch, seeping warmth into your chest and heart, heating you slowly until all of a sudden you’re burning up for more. You whine onto his tongue as your fingers twist a little tighter into his hair, showing him you need more because you’ve definitely lost the ability to speak, words now a foreign concept.
“Fuck, you need more ya? Is that what you want Fae? You want more?”
All you can manage is a few mhms as his lips suck hard at your throat, stinging, surely leaving a mark. But you want him to mark you, dripping at the thought of waking up tomorrow to small purple kisses littering your skin.
You grind your hips against his chest, seeking some sort of friction before you self combust. You’re gasping against his neck as he continues his assault on yours. The heat licking up your spine is driving you almost to madness, the pulse between your thighs incessant and all consuming an almost roar in your ears. You think he might be saying something, whispering it against your skin but your brain is too focused on everything else you can’t be sure. It’s like you’ve decided to ignore everything other than the need to feel him stretching you open, pressing you down onto his bed and letting you feel every inch of him.
Eddie’s whines coats your lips and you finally notice that he’s moving too, hips grinding into the side of his bed trying desperately to find some kind of relief. Your nails claw at his back as you try and get him even closer, the steady rock of his body into yours lighting you up like a pyre.
Your lips can barely touch, pants and gasps and moans breaking the contact with every breath, the slow roll of both of your hips pushing you both higher and higher towards something blisteringly white-hot.
His fingers latch onto the button of your jean shorts, popping it open and pulling down the zipper, hands spreading out to wrap around your hips pawing at the fabric, trying desperately to rid you of the offending material. His lips settle against the valley between your tits and press, pushing you back till you’re sprawled out on the bed under him. You lift your hips and you both are finally able to wrestle the denim down your legs and off into the ether that is the rest of Eddie’s bedroom.
You could be in Mordor right now and you would have no fucking clue.
“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? Like holy shit, are you beautiful.”
Eddie’s lips press into the swell of each of your tits, licking at the edge of your bra playfully.
“May I?”
“You may.”
It shatters you in the best way that even though you both are about to fuck like there is no tomorrow, are finally going to act on feelings that have been growing for years, you’re still just two idiots. The grins and giggles you share so tender and yet so depraved.
Your bra follows the exact same path as your shirt and pants, the ether consuming it or maybe it’s burning in Mount Doom.
Eddie’s hands cup your breasts, thumbs just barely brushing over your nipples, and your stomach jolts. He settles your quivering muscles with a kiss just below your ribs and then he sucks your breasts into his mouth.
The heat of his wet tongue barrels through you, hips canting up against him, a groan crackling and breaking out of your chest. The blunt edges of his teeth dig into your flesh and you are definitely about to loose your mind. No doubt about it because he is driving you up the wall with every stroke of his tongue.
“Eddie, fuck how does this feel so good? How are you so good at this? You have so much explaining to- fu-uck.”
Another drag of his teeth over your other nipple has you shutting up instantly. You don’t care how many people he’s fucked, who they are, where they are, fuck em because Eddie’s currently shredding you apart and it’s tortured bliss.
His laugh is muffled as he sucks another mark onto your flesh, and the vibration of it ripples over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. He continues his assault, switching between tongue, lips and teeth, never letting you settle on one sensation for too long. Your cunt clenches around nothing, heightening your need to have him filling you, zeroing your brain in on the need to feel his cock in your hands, in your mouth, in your cunt.
Your hands drop from the death grip you’ve had on his hair, and Eddie has the audacity to whine, sinking his teeth in just a tad bit harder in protest, but you can’t not feel him. You think you might die if you don’t wrap your hands around his cock this very instant.
Eddie’s grunt of surprise is quickly followed by a long deep groan as your hands finally snake their way down to palm at his length through his jeans. His hips stutter as he rocks into your palm, finally letting you feel what will soon be splitting you in half. The flip in control is thrilling, and you squeeze him just a bit harder, drinking up the noises pouring from his lips.
Your teeth drag down his throat in time with you undoing his jeans, and Eddie is frantic as he stands on shaky legs to kick them off, sending them once again into the volcano.
He’s mesmerizing, hair falling around his face as he looks down at you, eyes a dark mahogany with how worked up he is for you, a shy smile gracing his beautiful features, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the tent in his boxers and the spot of wetness darkening the navy cotton. He almost looks bashful but then he sees your tongue wet your bottom lip and how your hooded eyes are drinking in the sight of him and the nervousness dissipates.
“Fae, you know you could take a picture, I heard it lasts longer.”
Your eyes snap up to his and he’s clearly joking but there’s a slight crease between his brow and you can tell he’s about two seconds away from snapping, nearly panting above you.
“Eddie, if you wanted me to suck your dick all you had to do was ask.”
He groans, fingers and rings tangling into your hair as he angles your head up to look at him. His thumb presses into your bottom lip, forcing them to part and your tongue brushes against his skin. He stares straight into your eyes as your hands wrap around the waistband of his boxers and pull down, your eyes dropping to watch as he finally gets laid bare before you.
You whine, it just can’t be helped because his cock is fucking fantastic. Never did you think you’d ever describe a mans cock as fantastic but here you were doing exactly that. He’s thick but not overwhelmingly so, just a little past the point of comfort, enough that you know you’ll feel him tomorrow and ache for him all over again.
A bead of precum leaks from the tip and without a thought you lean down and lick it into your mouth. Eddie’s whole body twitches, rings biting into your scalp as he tries to keep his eyes open to watch you taste him for the first time.
He tastes fucking divine.
“Fuck, Fae you can’t just say shit like that jesus fucking christ you’re driving me insane.”
Whoops, guess the weed is still in effect leaving you loose lipped, or maybe it was just his cock. Honestly it could be either or.
You don’t merit his words with a response, instead sliding down to the floor between his legs and licking up the underside of him, hand wrapping around the base. His hand falls to the mattress behind you, his strength giving out at feeling your lips wrapped snug around him and his cock jolts deeper into your throat causing you to gag and sputter.
He pulls out quickly, apologies rushing out of him but you stop him as quickly as he pulls out, sucking him back between your lips and even deeper this time, letting him feel your throat struggle with the length of him.
Curses punch out of his lungs as you work him over, drool pooling on your tongue as you take him into your mouth over and over and over again. You don’t know how long you’re down there for but it’s nowhere near long enough before he’s hooking his hands under your arms and throwing you back onto the bed.
“Jesus, if you thought I had some fucking explaining to do I am going to need some answer real quick about where the fuck you learned how to do that. But god just look at you, so fucking pretty and all for me.”
The combination of his words and watching him drop to his knees between your spread thighs leaves you somehow nervous, your hands coming up to cover your eyes from his blistering stare. His eyes feel like they’re burning you, torching your skin with unbridled need.
You peak out at him from between your fingers and find him smiling at you, head leaning against the inside of your knee, his hair tickling your skin. It’s almost too intimate, the change between depravity and sweetness jarring and heart warming. You’re shy yet sure, even in these moments of such deep vulnerability where it feels like your heart is just out in the open for him to take or destroy, because you know he’s in the same boat, on the same page, heart live and beating on the table right next to yours.
You watch each other for a second, some level of safety found in only seeing one another through the slits between your shaky fingers. Still enough hidden away to make it feel safe. His eyes dance with that same vibrancy that Eddie always has simmering just under the surface, but it feels so much better now that it’s pointed at you.
That you are the one making Eddie glow like this.
A rumbling groan shakes itself out of Eddie as his eyes flutter down and land on your panties and the damp spot growing where they cover your entrance. You can feel how sopping wet you are, have been, and Eddie leans forward eyes zeroing in, his hands slowly tracking up your thighs. His mouth traces its way up your skin, incisors snagging every so often, until his mouth is just inches from your core. He presses his fingers into the meat of your thighs and pushes you open, exposing your clothed cunt to the cold air and his hot mouth.
You can feel it, your wetness catching the puffs of air escaping from between his lips. You can see your thighs twitching with the lightness of the sensation and Eddies eyes darken, flicking up to catch you drinking in his every movement, every change of expression.
He’s intoxicating to you.
His tongue flicks out and traces you through the fabric, the touch muted yet somehow all consuming. Your hips jolt, hard, and Eddie barely avoids getting his jaw knocked. He preens a bit at seeing how worked up he’s gotten you, but graciously doesn’t leave you needy for long.
He dips back, his hands dragging your panties down your legs, finally laying you bare, and his breaths fan across your pussy, ghosting over the newly exposed skin. You swear you almost cum right there.
Your eyes lock again and he finally licks into you. Deep and hot and so wet, it sounds almost too vulgar, an d yet shivers race up and down your spin sending your back arching up to the ceiling. He dives into you and holy fuck is it the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
His arms lock across your hips to keep you under him and then he eats your pussy with abandon. He’s humming and groaning into your fluttering cunt and ever vibration from his tongue makes you see stars and feel like fireworks are bursting under your skin. You can feel your orgasm building itself up brick by molten brick in the pit of your stomach and it’s hard to hold still, to keep quiet when you feel as though you might explode into a million tiny little pieces.
You sound pathetic, moans breathy and more so just pitiful gasps for air. His tongue pushes at your entrance, and you keen as your thighs flex around his ears. There are only stars behind your lids and you grapple at his curls to try and keep yourself grounded in some reality as you careen out into god knows fucking where.
The mix of licking and sucking and flicking and swirling has you dizzy and so undone that you almost don’t notice his finger pressing into you until the stretch and the iciness of his rings sucks the breath out of your lungs. You double over, shuddering and gushing at the push and stretch and million and one sensations hurtling across all of your senses, groaning out Eddie’s name desperately.
“Oh fuck, yes, does that feel good? Fuck your pussy feels so good, so tight fuck, can I fuck you, please god can I-?”
“Jesus yes god yes, Eddie, please, please, please.”
The two of you are falling apart, tumbling head first into something earth shattering. Your eyes can barely stay open to watch him, eyes rolling back with every deep press of his fingers.
He pumps his finger in deep, thumb catching to circle at your clit and you roll your hips up into his palm, shivering and stuttering with every movement. He’s towering over you, mouth parted, awe scrawled across his face as his tongue darts out every so often to skate over his lips, as though he can still taste you there as he watches himself finger fuck you.
You whine far too loud when he pulls his finger out of you, your eyes snapping open, lips ready to beg him to fill you again, but his groan cuts you off and you watch, shell-shocked, as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking you off of his skin as his eyes roll back, your name a garbled whisper around his digits. Your hips grind against air, now absolutely unhinged with how much you’re aching for him.
His fingers leave his mouth with a soft pop, and he stares you down as he drops his hand to push two fingers inside you, curling and pressing up into the soft heart of you. Every press hurtling a whine out of your lungs and you can feel how he’s working your over, building you up to some great peak you can’t see quite yet in the fog of lust.
He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing till all of sudden the fog clears as though it’s been burned away by some ball of flame and you’re launched off the edge, a moment of hang time and confusion lasting for just a blink before you’re shaking and moaning and cursing up to the heavens. Your orgasm rams through you, blowing everything to dust and ash and Eddie has to practically wrestle you down onto the bed with how hard you buck in his hold.
Your hips are stuttering on his fingers as he works you through wave after wave. You can’t seem to decide if it’s too much or not enough, hips jumping at every pass over your sensitive clit yet still coming back for just one more lick of pained-laced paradise. Your chest is heaving with exertion and you can feel Eddie’s lips pressing into the soft skin of your stomach, a whisper of your name pulling your eyes back down to his.
His fingers twist around yours pulling your hand up to his lips for a soft, wet kiss. You drag both of your hands up to your mouth kissing over the spot he just touched and you can taste yourself on your skin. Your thighs are still shaking under his forearms but your heart rate final starts to slow as you gaze into his pretty eyes, your lips lifting into the softest of smiles.
"You’re going soft on me Fae. Who would have guessed you’d get all love-sick puppy dog eyes on me, very out of character for my High Fae Princess of the Seven Realms.”
“Eddie you little piece of shit, I swear to god!"
You start to sit up, trying to pull your hand away to properly shove at him but Eddie’s quick and your body is still in post-orgasm haze. He snatches up your wrists and pins them above your head, crawling up tills his eyes line up with yours and you can’t ignore the Cheshire Cat grin plastered across his face. He’s acting like he’s somehow trapped you with his “wit” and “brute strength”, but you both know you didn’t really put up that much of a fight.
His eyes soften, milk chocolate swirls hypnotizing you, as he peers down at you like some precious memento.
“So we’re doing this ya? I-I mean not just like the sex part, though that’s been fucking rad, but you know everything else?”
“E are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now? As we lie here, naked, you decide this is the perfect moment? You’ve really got some sense of timing there, I’ll give you that.”
Eddie scowls at you, his face flushing the most adorable shade of pink and you’re quick to put him out of his misery, stretching up to close those final few inches between your lips. The kiss is soft, adoration passed between your lips as you show him your answer.
“Of course we’re doing this Eddie, I don’t think I could imagine life without you most days.”
His hand reaches over to his bedside table, lips moving to devour yours as he rummages through the drawer in search of a condom. You watch as he rips open the foil with his teeth and sheaths himself, and it’s almost embarrassing how fucking hot it all is. Your nails claw into his shoulders, even that little bit of space too much for you to bear.
He rocks into the bowl of your hips, the head of his cock passing over your clit leaving you both shivering into each other until he finally catches against your aching entrance and presses just the tip of him in, a whoosh of air leaving both of your lungs as you feel the heat of each other for the first time.
“Baby I gotta be honest, I’m not gonna last I’m not even inside of you yet and I think I’m losing my fucking mind so I’m going to apologize in advance for busting way way way too quick. Please just, you know, take it as a compliment because you are hot as fuck.”
He’s rambling against your lips as he saws back and forth pressing just a tad deeper with every thrust. If your head wasn’t absolutely empty aside from the need to feel his cock splitting you, you would maybe even blush with how sweet the entirety of this situation is, but right now you need Eddie more than the air in your lungs.
“Jesus Eddie I don’t fucking care, I’m fucking losing my mind, please just fuck m-“
You choke out a garbled moan as he slides all the way into you, hips nestling together, his stomach brushing over yours. His jaw drops open and his lower teeth catch under your jaw as he gasps against your skin, choking out the filthiest whine you’ve ever heard. Your cunt spasms around him and the whine sharpens into a keen.
He pulls back until just the head of him is still inside of you and his eyes drop to watch as he pushes back in, his arms almost buckling at the sight. Your foreheads press together as you watch him saw in and out, cock glinting in the smoky light of the room with how fucking wet you are.
It all starts to build so quickly, the heat of his cock triggering something deep in your chest and your core. You can see the freight train in the distance and know there’s no way to stop it, just have to hope you can prepare yourself for impact.
He’s panting into your neck, whispering your name, how good you feel, whispering words your brain barely has the capacity to hear with how good he’s making you feel. His hips are already faltering with every push inside of you, cock already so sensitive from all of the building to this moment. Your body also can’t decide whether you’re too overworked, or if you need more friction to finish you.
The latter seems to win out.
Even in his supposed stupor, Eddie somehow still puts you first. His hand finds its way back between your legs, and his thumb settles to press firm circles over your clit. Your legs start to shake even as your arms lock up around Eddie’s neck, too many sensations taking over and your body needing to cling to something for dear life.
His lips find their way under your ear and as he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin you cum.
Your body caves in on itself, muscles locking up around him from the pleasures he’s choking you with. You have no sense of time or sound or sight, no clue what sounds you might be making, what you must look like, everything burning away until all that’s left is wave after wave of shivering pleasure.
“Holy fuck.”
That you do hear, Eddie’s lips still right below your ear, his teeth sinking in with the force of your orgasm. Your pussy clamps around him and he can barely move, can only feel your heartbeat against his cock. It’s like a sirens call to him and he’s fucking gone. The softness of your body and the tightness of your cunt breaking his last shreds of control.
He follows right behind you, trembling hips rocking unsteadily into yours till it becomes just a bit too much. Your contractions of your cunt draining him till his visions sparkles with white dots of light.
The bed bounces as he drops partially on you and partially on the bed, trying to not squish you while still remaining as close as physically possible. His nose skims along your throat and you sigh, deep and loud, making sure he can hear you, can hear how happy you are.
“Mmmm that good, huh?”
“You know, I don’t think it was too bad.”
His hand squeezes at your waist and you’re reminded for probably the thousandth time that night how fucking pretty he is. How you can practically taste the sweetness of his heart in the air. He’s looking at you like you’ve always dreamed someone would, and it’s only made better by the fact you never thought it would be Eddie.
Never dreamed that you would get to have this.
He tips his head up and his lips brush against your jaw, his tongue lazily licking at your damp skin. Your whole body hums. He presses another kiss into your lips and it tastes of a thank you. It seems you’re both a little bit in awe of your luck these days.
You share giddy smiles, eyes still droopy, though this time from the sex and not the weed. The feeling settling inside the four chambers of your heart is something you could really get used to, and you hope beyond hope that it’ll become as familiar as the curl of Eddie’s hair.
You’re pretty sure it will.
once again i love him, my new fixation god help me, feedback is always so lovely and so appreciated :)))))
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