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brucewaynehater101 · 7 days

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i'm gonna be real idk if your the right person to go for young justice core four headcanons but you give the best replies by far so heres my own idea idea

I was listening to the Roblox Soundfont remix and now the og Gone Angels and now I'm thinking . . .

Tim became Robin to prevent Batman from ceasing to be the symbol of heroism and good he started off as

The symbol that spiraled into destruction of even the self with Jason Todd's death

imagine a world where Red Robin becomes the very thing he swore to destroy with his own death

he dies along with Bart and Kon. Cassie due to this and maybe other factors fucking looses it, Batman post-Jason's death but pre-Tim becoming Robin style

or maybe instead he dies but the rest of the core four lives. either way Cassie still looses it, by herself or with her other teammates

And maybe, just maybe, they get nobody to be the Third Robin to their Batman, no Third Robin to Tim's Second Robin

likely improbably in canon but the idea of Cassie and maybe even Bart and Kon having a villain arc (maybe Black Silence style) is too good of an idea not to share

(Side note; imagine a Gone Angels cover where the survivor(s) sing and for the itallian lyrics in the midway point the deceased sing)

((extra side note: imagine this is what gets Batman and maybe the other Bats to reflect on the time before and after Tim become robin, post Jason's death; seeing their history repeat with Young Justice))

((hell maybe the Justice League realizes as wells))

"you give the best replies by far." Thank you. Sometimes, it takes a bit to reply to asks cause I'm taking a few hours to really answer the prompts/ideas/questions people pose. I also sleep at random times, so apologizes in advance to any asks that take a while!

My image of YJ is a codependent platonic polycule. They are Young Just Us because they didn't receive proper support from their mentors. This is part of why Cassie and Tim fell apart after Kon and Bart died. This is why, in their own weird ways, both of them tried to get a form of Kon back. Tim tried the scientist cloning avenue, and Cassie tried the cult.

If you want Tim's death to inspire Cassie and YJ to go evil, might I suggest Tim sending proof of Bruce being alive in the timestream and then succumbing to his spleen injury (perhaps an infection)? This would create a delicious amount of angst, anger, and mental breakdowns.

Cassie, the only nonretired YJ member alive at the time, didn't believe Tim about Bruce being alive. This was in part due to the cloning stuff but also in part to trusting Nightwing (or Batman at the time). If Tim didn't make it out of that alive, Cassie may be desperate to find anyone to blame but herself for that. She was a kid, she was lost in her own grief, and Tim should have had the support of literally any other hero.

The entire hero community turned against a teenager in his time of need that he resorted to conspiring with the LoA and ended up losing his life. Whether she chooses to be mad about nobody believing him (Tim's possibly a better detective than Bruce and people have revived before, but his evidence at the time was flimsy), she can be very pissed that not a single hero offered to help him. They didn't even need to trust in Tim's decision. They could have just accompanied Tim until the teen gave up or proved himself right. They could have treated it as a grief road trip while Tim found himself.

Anyways, losing the last nonretired YJ member that way may cause her to just snap. The JL was already on thin ice with the YJ for their lack of support to her generation of heroes. Them failing YJ enough that two children died in the field and one died as a direct result of their actions? She would, rightfully, loathe the JL. On top of that, she does already not trust the government for what they did to Secret. If she can't prosecute the JL, she'll become their enemy.

Cassie lost all of her main polycule. She wants revenge.

After Bart and Kon come back, they see how JL left Cassie and what they did to Tim. Cassie is part of their ride or die, and she has been treated so horribly. Tim has died. They obviously join her.

Now, with Bart there to give evil ideas (Bart is the scariest member of YJ and you can't convince me otherwise), YJ is a force to be reckoned with. Maybe some of the other members come out of retirement, maybe not. They would be unstoppable with Tim helping them, but that's the problem. They don't have Tim. Tim isn't there to help them nor hold them back. That's why they became "evil" anyway.

I like to imagine someone, probably Nightwing, screaming at them from across the battlefield. "This isn't what he would have wanted! He became Robin to stop Batman from destroying everything. This is the antithesis of why he became a hero!"

For a split second, YJ would pause. There's merit in those words, after all. Cassie would recover first as she shakes her head. "He became a hero to be the leash to Batman's rage. He's not here now. He's not here to temper our rage, and you did that. You abandoned a child." She plants her feet more firmly and points her sword at Nightwing. "We won't let you do that again."

It's dealers choice on whether YJ win the battle or not. Also, I do believe YJ would be obsessed with trying to bring Tim back. Perhaps some of their evil deeds truly stem from them trying to find ways to bring back Tim. They are incomplete without him just as they were incomplete without Kon or Bart and would be without Cassie.

Now, is Tim actually alive or does he stay dead? Did Ra's revive him using the Pit? Did Ra's lie or misguide the Bats while keeping Tim hostage? Will Tim come back, either after being brainwashed by Ra's or escaping, to find his platonic polycule has officially lost it and turned evil?

#cassie sandsmark #dc comics #dc universe #young justice #young just us #let yj be evil #tim drake #bart allen #kon el superboy #thank you for the ask!!!!#yj can and should take over the world for the greater good

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loaksbabyy · 1 year

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ours only—sully boys x human!reader

warnings: smut! p in v, oral m receiving! creampie! fingering! squirting! (lmk if i missed anything im literally falling asleep as i post this) MDNI 🔞

a/n: wc: 3.1k, i didn’t proof read well enough sorryyyyyy

you’ve been on pandora for your whole life right along with your older brother spider, too young to get sent back to earth. so throughout the years you’ve adapted, learning to become one of them even though you looked nothing like them.

and surprisingly, people from the omaticaya clan learned to love you. crazy, i know.

as a 9 year old you did a lot, you went on children hunting field trips, with the na’vi kids.you passed all the training tests you ever got, were rewarded with weapons appropriate for your age, and human made loincloths and tops.sometimes, exploring the safe parts of the forest for food to bring back to the lab.

“look norm! I’ve gotten us some banana fruit.” you excitedly shouted placing the large baskets of fruit on the table.

“wow, that’s great y/n! you really are true na’vi.” he complimented, ruffling your hair in the process.you giggled at the feeling before sticking your tongue out at the 2 sully boys that sat in the other room playing with spider.

they rolled their eyes while lo’ak gave you the finger, something he learned from jake.

now the relationship you had with neteyam and loak was something. you didn’t hate each other of course not but you often found yourself teasing them due to you simply being more skilled for a human, and really tall for your age.they were just a couple of inches shorter but it still boosted your ego to be little them and mess with them, even though they were older, you did it just for the fun of it.

but that all changed throughout the years, the picking on them? no. you developed into a young lady, having curves, plump breasts, and a round bottom. you didn’t let that stop you from being the true warrior you were, but neteyam and lo’ak did grow a strong disliking for you as you all grew.

your ego grew bigger and you became more bitcher. this made their blood boil, the two of them wanted nothing more than to fuck some sense back into you, you were a brat and needed taming.

they really had a hard time straining away from taking you and breaking you. the way your body popped from the skimpy clothing, the accessories that laid on your chest having a very hard time keeping your cute little nips covered.

you’d occasionally catch their thirsty stares every time slipped.

“yea kiri told m— oh!” you gasped in embarrassment, cutting the convo you had with tsireya quickly adjusting the beaded piece to shield your tits, not failing to see neteyam and lo’aks eyes on you from the corner of your eye.

“quit looking pervs.” you spat putting them on blast, they instantly shifted their gazes to the ground.

“as if.” neteyam replied back with a snarky remark as you returned your attention back to the convo with tsireya. lo’ak’s eyes never left your toned back, he couldn’t stand you, always thinking you ran something.

“one day, I’m gonna fuck her up.” he promised through gritted teeth, neteyam just let out a dry chuckle at his brother's words.

he wasn’t laughing, he was dead serious.

today jake sent neteyam and loak out on a mission that they failed to complete. your attention was torn from the fruit you were cutting, and was set on jake who was scolding his two sons, you discreetly watched from the tent norm and max put up for you, creeping behind the bushes and seeing neteyam bruised up while lo’ak stood on the side barely even listening to the lecture.

skxawngs, can’t even fucking do a simple mission right, you thought to yourself snickering at the scene that unfolded in front of you.

“you take that shit off your face.” he pointed in lo’aks face

“both of you seat the ikran, you're dismissed..go!” jake shouted shooing them away, your eyes trailied them as you were watching them disappear into the forest. now seemed like the perfect time for teasing those two dumbasses, so you followed them.

their destination was at a waterfall, sitting on two big boulders blaming one another for what went down today. “if you’d just fucking listen we wouldn’t be here!” neteyam stated in a tone laced with anger, lo’ak protested not going for the bull shit his brother was saying.

“i’m fucking tired of always listening to you, some things can go my way.” lo’ak clapped back, neteyam scoffed at that, he never has any smart ideas who on earth would wanna listen to him?

“i think both of you are idiots, with no skills.” you spoke, the two boys not knowing where you came from. they paid you no mind not having the time to be teased and picked on by a fucking human. you titled your head in a cocky manner noticing how they didn’t have a comeback. you inched closer towards them, hands crossed over your chest with a teasing grin.

“not gonna say anything slick.” you asked obviously wanting a rise out of them, neteyam exhaled deeply before locking eyes with you to speak.

“y/n seriously, go away.”

“yea bro, no one has time for you.”

you laughed at how upset and serious they were taking you. you decided to provoke them even more by taking a step further now being arms length within them, you yanked at one of lo’aks braided that dangled in front of his face, and pulled on a couple of neteyam braids they fell freely.

“kehe!” you earned a hiss from both of the boys, you watched as they stood up, towering over you instantly with fists clenched at their sides. you really got a kick at how easily you got under their skins.

“alright alright, i’m done.” you put your hands in ‘surrender’, neteyam was a bit more mature than his brother so he wasn’t ready to crack just yet doesn’t mean he wasn’t there but loak, you had one more thing to say and he swears to ewya he was gonna fuck you up.

“pussies.” was your final word as you proceeded to walk away, which checked out for lo’ak. he forcefully grabbed you by your forearm, pulling you into his grasp and wrapping his veiny hand around your throat, a shaky breath erupted from your throat at the loss of air your lungs received but even after getting almost choked to death you still managed to have a stupid fucking smirk on your face, making lo’ak even madder.

“bro, chill.” neteyam warned carefully looking back n forth at you and his brother, lo’ak breath was ragged, and he pulled you closer to his face, only a couple inches away, flashing his sharp fangs as his mouth parted open slightly.

you swallowed thickly not knowing what to expect from him, you’d never seen him this mad before.“i’ve had enough of you, and that big fucking mouth.” he complained gritting his teeth hard enough to crack a tooth.

“yea? well do something about it.” you spat at him returning the same furious energy. a scoff mixed in with a laugh came from loak, he roughly let go of your neck and reached to the back of your head, getting a firm grip on your hair then shoving you on your knees.

“oh i’m gonna do something alright.”

“ow! fuck!” you cried in pain, he leaned back on the boulder he sat on a couple moments ago untying his loincloth and letting it fall to his ankles, exposing his big fat cock. your eyes widen in thirst and fear, he really didn’t expect you to be able to put that in your mouth or even in you.

“n-neteyam..” a noise much like a whimper came out as you glanced over at his brother with desperate eyes hoping he’d stop his brother from ripping your fucking mouth apart, and of course, he wasn’t against it, he was with it.

“can’t help you baby, now be a good girl and take it.” he ordered standing over you with his arms crossed over his chest, your body went hot knowing there was no way out of this.

“b-but—

“you wanna take both?” he aggressively asked raising his brow, you choked on your spit at the thought of that, rapidly shaking your no head at neteyam before shifting your attention back to lo’ak, who gave you a lazy smirk while massaging his tip.

“open up.” he directed aiming his mushroom-like head at the entrance of your mouth, you took a deep breath ready for what was about to come. instead of you taking the wheel, lo’ak plunged his hefty cock inside your mouth, immediately making you gag at the full feeling in your mouth.

“o-oh fuckkk.” he groaned throwing his head back in pleasure, he began thrusting at a slow pace the quickly sped it up once his dick was coated with your spit, he let out sexy moans and groans as tears welled in your eyes at the burning sensation you felt in the back of your throat, he removed his hand away from your head to where he was no longer guiding you.

“make me cum.” was all he said, you pulled off of his cock making a ‘pop’ noise, you passionately stroked his dick while holding strong eye contact with him, still keeping the stare you gave one another you ducked your head down taking both of his balls in your mouth sucking them in the midst of jerking his cock.

“o-oh my god, just like that! fuckin slut.” he moaned watching you pleasure him like the good girl you were, neteyam crept up from behind you placing little wet kisses on your shoulder and shoulder blades, his hands went to your soaked loincloth rubbing tiny little circles on your clothed cunt, while sucking on your neck.

“don’t cum.” neteyam demanded, completely tearing your loincloth off of your body, and throwing it somewhere in the forest, he poked his slender blue finger at your entrance, collecting some of your slick then slowly pushed his finger in watching your pussy engulf it.

“o-ohhh!”

you let out a strained whine adjusting to the size of neteyam’s finger before kissing lo’ak’s tip, swirling your tongue around it, taking as much as you could leaving your hand to take care of the rest. the only sounds that filled the air were lo’ak’s series of moans and groans, along with the of his cock repeatedly hitting your throat with an ‘ak, ak, ak!’ sound and your cute little muffled moans and whimpers.

you came up for air letting out a extremely loud moan at the feeling of neteyam’s, now two, fingers curling inside of your dripping pussy. “don’t stop! please!”

lo’ak growled not liking the fact of you getting too distracted from making him cum. he placed two hands on the back of your head, forcing you back down on his cock then began fucking your face, and when i say he went a tremendously fast pace, i meant.

“i’m so fucking..close, shit!” he grunted, abs tensing while rutting into you like a sex toy, signaling he actually was close, you gave some more love to his balls, caressing them so gently with trembling fingers from trying not to cum yourself, and that’s what sent him over the edge.

“don’t fucking move, ohh fuck yess!” he let out another series of moans, giving one more sloppy thrust in your mouth before shooting warm hot spurts of cum all over your face, painting you like a pretty picture.

“t-there you go lo’ak.” you cried, giving the boy a small praise, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure washed over you causing your thighs to shake signaling that your orgasm was coming as well.

“nete’ can i-i please cum, i promise i won’t be a brat anymore!” you begged sobbing in the process feeling the coil tighten in your stomach.

“if you cum, your gonna take both me and lo’ak at the same time.do you understand?” he stated purposely fucking his fingers into you at a quicker speed knowing it was gonna send you over the edge, he wanted to see if you were gonna actually disobey him.

you whimpered looking up at lo’ak through your teary eyes, swallowing hard, focusing on anything but cunning.you watched him reach for the knot that held your top up, undoing it.

he licked his lips hungrily at the sight of your huge perky breast, taking one in his mouth while toying with the other.he flashed his fangs before taking a tiny bit out of your full breast tasting the copper-like taste on his tongue, you winced in pain gripping his braids.

“these pretty fuckin tits, so round and full.” he growled messily licking and nipping at your breast and the swollen bud sending a warm feeling down to your core, you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you had to cum.

“i-i c-cant do it! i’m cumming, i’m cumminggg!!” you squealed shaking uncontrollably, lo’ak unlatched from your tits watching you come undone. you squirted all over neteyams thighs, followed by some of your cum, your head fell gently on lo’ak’s knees as you came down from your high heavy breathing.

“i’m sorry tey’ so sorry.” you wept placing a tiny hand on his large knee hoping he’d forgive you, he wiped away the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead trailing his hand all the way down to your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“bad girls don’t get rewards, they get punished.” he whispered in your ear, kitty licking the top of it, you shuddered in his hold giving him those doe eyes that worked on anybody, placing your hands below his abdomen.

“i’ll be a good girl next time, teyam’ please.” you begged, he gently lifted you up from the moss that painted the floor, repositioning you on all fours. “we’ll try to be gentle.” he responded, your lips quivered at was about to come.

“go grab her something to bite down on.” neteyam order his younger brother, lo’ak scanned the area spotting a thick chunk of tree,“this’ll do.” he held the object to where you were, you accepted it with shaking fingers before placing in your mouth, keeping it secure with your teeth.

neteyam removed his loincloth, throwing it somewhere like yours, and lubricated his cock by spitting on it, loak doing the same as well. they each conjured up some saliva then lip it drip slowly from their lips onto your glistening pussy making you melt at the warm feeling.

“same time?”

“same time.”

you felt their tips poke at your entrance, slowly inching inside of your tight little pussy, the tips were barely even inside of you and still, they shoved their thick, lengthy, cocks inside of you..possibly ripping something.

“O-OHHH SHIT!! S’TOO B-BIG, TAKE IT OUT P-PLEASEE!!” you screamed immediately dropping the chunk of the tree from your mouth, reaching back to push their lower abdomens away from you. they groaned at feeling your pussy suffocating their throbbing cocks and swatted your hands away.

lo’ak pinned one arm down while neteyam pinned the other, tears of pain streamed down your face at the horrible feeling, “you gotta get used to it, y/n.” lo’ak grunted while slowly moving at the same pace as his brother, you sobbed placing the object back in your mouth tryna to feel more pleasure than pain.

as they moved in and out, you cried bucking forwards but they would quickly pull you back, but as they inched deeper your slick coated their cocks making it easier for them to enter and halfway exit. soon the pain washed away, they stretched your tiny little hoe wide which made you get used to the feeling.

“mhm fuckkk, just like that! makin' me feel so good” you moaned spitting the object you no longer needed and enjoyed the feel of feeling so full and stuffed, a growl erupted from both of them, the two brothers hitched one leg up, knees still planted on the grass floor while they rutted into you at the same time.

“fuckkk baby, taking this dick like a champ huh?” neteyam groaned throwing his head back at your hold and swallowing his girthy cock, you were too fucked out to even speak a proper sentence, all you could do was let out a strained moan followed with a broken cry.

loak sent a harsh slap to your plump ass while still fucking into you deep, “he asked a question mama, are you being a big girl and taking us well.” he questioned, his and neteyams hip stuttering at you clenching around them.

“oh my god!! yes daddy! such.. a good girl!” you deliriously sobbed, chewing at your bottom lip drawing blood as you felt your release coming any moment, all of you were wrapped up in each other's moans, so caught up in the euphoric feeling.

“mhm fuck, j-just can’t get enough of this tight fucking pussy.” lo’ak admitted through gritted teeth feeling that coil tighten in his stomach, you peeked over your shoulders seeing lo’ak looking down, focusing on how his cock sank so easily into you, and neteyam bright yellow eyes were already on you.

you reached out from neteyam’s hand, taking one of his fingers in your whole hand before struggling to speak, “i l-love you guys..s-so much, fuckkk!” you cooed not being able to keep your sounds muted, lo’ak looked up at you with a sly grin loving how fucking drunk you were off his dick.

“w-we love you too.” they said in sync.

your eyes rolled back in pleasure, you returned to the position you were in and laid your sweaty sticky skin on the grass beneath you. your face screwed shut as you were about to cum.

“ngh! fuckk, fuckk, im cumminggggg!!” you wailed squirting once again, rubbing your clit for more pleasure as you creamed on their ducks and squirted on their thigh, you weren’t able to fully come down from your high due to the fact of them still giving you deep, hard strokes.

“oh my, fuckkk! you ready bro?” neteyam glanced at loak.

“y-yep, dibs on cumming in her..ready baby?” lo’ak called in a strained voice.

“no way baby bro i—”

“both of you cum in me, please!” you whined not minding if either of them did it, they both hit you with sloppy thrusts before letting out a string of moans and then cumming deep inside of your womb

“oh fuck..”

“goddamn..”

they both pulled out watching their cum mixed with some of your leak out of your gaping hole, you collapsed to the floor once you were no longer in their hold.

“i think we did our big one with her.”

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azsazz · 1 year

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Azriel x Reader (Zuzu Centered)

Summary: Anon Request: could we get something zuzu centered? we don’t get enough of the girls, and it would be so sweet to see az being a girl dad and y/n being a girl mom for a bit 🥹 maybe them being super excited to finally have a baby girl, when she’s really young or something? whatever you thinks best!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,076

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“C’mon Zuz! Keep going, you’re almost there,” Azriel shouts from your side.

You can’t contain the smile on your face, beaming as your daughter races across the open field on her little legs, kicking the ball with a determined look on her face. Her sleek black hair is twisted into tight plaits courtesy of her father, who had – like all things – studied the intricacies of braiding until he was near perfect. There had been many late nights you and your husband had spent together, letting him practice different hairstyles on you while you read, tucked up as far into his warmth as you could, giving him gentle reminders and praises on his final looks.

Zuzu also has dark streaks of paint on her cheeks, a gift from Uncle Cassian, who’d also given her a pep talk before her Moonball game had started. Between him, Azriel, and Rhys, you didn’t know who was cheering the loudest for your little girl, and your heart is bursting with joy at the pride your family is showing in the matching ‘Zuzu Rules’ shirts Rhysand had made for their final game.

Malos pouts where she’s been jostled in Azriel’s arms, on the verge of falling asleep when he’d excitedly begun cheering as Zuzu was passed the ball. Nesta notices at the same time, and is quick to take the babe and soothe her, waving a dismissive hand to Azriel who gives her an apologetic look for a brief moment before returning his gaze to the Moonball game before him.

He’s nearly vibrating with excitement, and you’ve had to pull Baz out of the way as his wings flared when one of the children on the other team had stolen the ball from Zuzu.

She’s certainly come a long way since her first game, where the same thing had happened and she’d tried to pummel the child into the ground for doing so. You had glared at your husband and his brothers who had all ducked their heads to hide the grins they were biting back. That was their girl.

Even your older sons had stopped their game of playing warrior to come cheer on their sister, their cousins pushing between all of the tall adult legs for a better view.

One of the children in a navy jersey chasing Zuzu towards the goal suddenly trips and falls into the grass with a surprised gasp but Zuzu doesn’t take notice. Unfortunately, you do, shooting Baz a warning look that says he’s going to get in trouble when he gets home. He’s only eight but he’s already learned a multitude of tricks with his shadows, and to an untrained eye they would’ve thought the child had merely tripped. You knew better than that, and by the way Baz switches sides with Wren so he’s standing further away from you with red cheeks and hunched shoulders, he did too.

Even Knox is intently watching his sister race across the grass. The midnight purple of her jersey brings out the ribbons in her hair, provided by her Auntie Elain and Uncle Lucien, who hadn’t been able to make it, as they were visiting Day for a surprise getaway.

“Come on baby, come on baby,” you mutter under your breath as she goes. Two children from the opposing team are blocking the way and if she uses her wings again she won’t be able to join the team next season, so you pray to the Mother she doesn’t flare those little wings wide and sweep these kids off of their feet.

“Yes, Z!” Wren jumps, shouting at his sister as she side-steps the offending players. He’d taught her that move when Uncle Cassian hadn’t been playing very fair in the backyard. Everything she’s learned about Moonball had been from her brothers and the rest of her family. She’s a warrior through and through, tough as nails and never backs down even when she was learning with all of the roughness her brothers and male cousins showed. Asteria hadn’t shown interest in the sport, instead she liked playing with her dolls and putting them in poses to draw in her coloring book.

“You got this, Zuz,” Baz encourages, while Jax claps his tiny hands and chants her name over and over again.

Your entire family holds their breath as she sets herself up to kick the ball into the goal. The child in the goal has a ready stance that’s startling for that of someone so young. He looks nearly professional, arms spread wide, knees bent, with a determined look in his eye. He and Zuzu had faced off before, and even her brothers had complimented how good he was at the sport.

Zuzu had scored against him this season once. The other time she had the chance, the little boy had blocked her ball from hitting the goal and you almost hadn’t stopped the rest of your sons from running out onto the field to defend their sister from the goalie who had gloated more than Cassian when he’d won the annual snowball fight, a smug smile on his face.

She’d been more determined than ever, immediately asking her brothers to go out into the yard with the instruction not to go easy on her.

Zuzu cocks her leg back. There’s steely determination in her fierce eyes. Her mouth is set in a firm line as she stares down the child like he’s her worst enemy.

And maybe he is.

The entire field is silent as her leg swings forward. The ball goes soaring through the air, looking like a shooting star, and everyone waits.

The child in the goal pushes off of the ground, throwing his body sideways into the path of the ball.

But he’s too late.

Your family erupts in mass of cheers and excitement, storming the field to gather the star player in congratulations and celebratory hugs.

She’s beaming, grinning like the day you and Azriel had told her that she was going to have a little sister.

Azriel hikes her up on his shoulders, spinning her around as the other parents gather their children and usher them away, but you don’t care, so utterly proud of Zuzu for scoring the winning goal of the game.

Her braids flop against her shoulders as she twirls, giggling like a mad woman and hands raised in the air in victory.

“I did it! I did it,” she screams.

And you couldn’t be more proud.

#azriel x reader #daddy azriel #azsazz next gen #azsazz #azsazz zuzu #azriel #dad!azriel #daddyaz #acotar #acomaf

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ginevrapng · 5 months

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Thank you for writing for plus size readers! I'd love to see something with an older Sirius(Harry's still a teen) and a chubby muggle reader! Could be she's a teacher leading a group of kids on a field trip he happens to see or is a mama to a little who is fascinated with Sirius asking him question after question. Please and thank you for any response! <3

i'm glad you like my writing! let's see what i can come up with<3

taking care of thirty kids for the day on a school trip is quite a a challenge. thirty kids in a classroom? your everyday job. thirty kids on a school trip? well you wish that that schools had better funding so you could have more than two teachers on the trip. all the children are holding hands in pairs and being each others 'buddy' for the trip, making sure everyone is paired up. one second you're addressing all the children to get back on the bus to go home and the next you're turning around as one of the children pulls on your sleeve and tells you that their friend has run off, sending you in complete worry. "do you know they went off to?" they point and you spot your missing student talking to some random man.

"you go," you colleague says before taking over your previous role and continues getting everyone back on the bus.

you rush over as quickly as you can and pull back your student, the man who is in front of you just cocks his eyebrow and continues answering the question that he was just asked, which absolutely infuriated you. "do you live near here then?" your curious student asks this unknown man.

he chuckles, "no, but i think it's cool. stonehenge is very mysterious."

you can tell your student is about to ask another question and you hope to god that he hasn't said something private about his life or the school to this stranger. the stranger looks back up at you after having been making eye contact with your pupil and says in an almost flirtatious tone, "i'm sirius, and this mischievous little guy has been rather curious about random trivia about stonehenge. i don't think the guidebook he has is very useful."

sirius holds up a guidebook and almost sways it in the air. you go to grab it from him, this man, albeit an attractive man, has just taken the guidebooks you brought for everybody. sirius smirks at your reaction. "why did you take his book?" you student asked you and then you notice that he's still holding his one and you've just taken sirius' from his hand. sirius holds his hand out with a smirk waiting for you to pass it back to him. you don't quell your frustration but give sirius back his guidebook.

"do you have a girlfriend mr?"

your eyes widen at the question. sirius laughs and says to you, "oh yeah, he's also been pretty curious about me too."

you ignore sirius, "you can't ask question like that, it's very rude. you know not to talk to strangers as well. we need to get back to the others."

sirius wants you to stay, he hasn't even heard your name. he purposely stayed with your student so he was safe and was answering all his questions until someone came to find him and when the person comes to collect him he didn't expect someone as beautiful as you. all the professors who taught him at hogwarts were older so when informed by the kid that he was on a school trip he assumed to be greeted by an elderly teacher, not someone his own age, not someone as beautiful as you, just his type. he can't help but be drawn to you, your anger and frustration not concealed well at the situation, kind and a gentle tone when talking to your student, soft and plush body, pretty face, he hasn't been so drawn to someone for years.

"i don't have a girlfriend."

"what?" you furrow your eyebrows.

"i never even got your name." you scoff. your student decided to jump into the conversation at this time and answer him with your name. sirius contains his cackle and grins, "thank you young man. do you know if your pretty teacher is single too?" your student confirms and returns his grin.

completely perplexed with this entire situation you go to leave. it's been a tiring day and a weird interaction, although sirius seems okay and it seems that the only things they spoke about was sirius and the trip. "if you're single does that mean i can have your number?"

"what?"

"number?" sirius asks and hopes that every muggle has phones. he knows a lot of his friends do, even he does and he's a pureblood, but he doesn't know how popular they are with muggles and if everyone has them.

sirius is attractive and he is your type, but you're not going to give him your number. it would be inappropriate.

"just your number."

i'm not actually breaking any rules by giving him my number. you give in as you hurriedly writes your number down on his hand with your pen from your pocket. "just my number." you mumble. "no promises."

sirius winks at you, "i'll call you."

"yeah, alright," you say quietly. "come on, lets head back to the bus," you say louder, holding onto your students hand. sirius and your student says their goodbyes.

as you walk away you hear sirius call out, "one to two people are proposed to every month at stonehenge."

you give a small smile and you hope he calls you tonight.

i hope you liked this <3

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stinkyme · 7 months

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Hello! As you've chosen on the poll, this is part three of Nowhere else to go. I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

Part one, Part two, Part four (coming soon)

CW/TW: SFW, gn!reader, more memories (all made up), reader meets up with Fyodor, manipulation, guilt tripping, faint trauma bonding, itty bitty fluff, Fyodor uses "my dear" a couple of times, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

This part is mostly focused on reunion, there were other things I wanted to add, but I think it's okay for it to end here. There will be two more parts :D

* Now...y'all remember how Fyodor can kind of mess with people's minds like he did to Mushitaro and possibly Ivan? Yeah, that's why he is touching the reader ☺️ (not inappropriately)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

A demon's fool || Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

After thinking for a while, you got ready and quickly got on a train. You weren't sure what you wanted to do, but you knew you wanted to see Fyodor. Figuring that once you see him, you will get a clear answer as to what to do and what choice to make.

Train is awfully slow, it's heavily raining so there is traffic everywhere. You check the piece of paper once more, silently hoping he didn't leave the place yet. You lean your head on the window, watching the drops of rain slide down the glass. This day could be peaceful. You sigh, thinking about a man you've just met. Nikolai, was it? He had some fair points, but he seems like a lunatic. Or perhaps…?

Perhaps he made lunatic points, but with a fair reasoning behind them. It's confusing to you. Your love for Fyodor and awareness about who he is, keep on fighting inside of you. Logically speaking, the smartest and least painful move would be to move. To not leave a single trace behind. To forget him. To cherish those little moments of intimacy and closeness you shared. The ones that meant everything to you and nothing to him, by his own words.

So why? Why do you keep on fighting for him? There is a part of you that feels responsible to love him. No, there was a part of you that used to feel responsible to love him. Because of what he went through. You thought it was your duty to love him, but eventually it turned into real love.

Perhaps, it was a real love from the very beginning, just slightly pushed by feelings of responsibility. Because, truthfully, you could never forget how his eyes had a glimpse of gratefulness, even though he only said it once. You could never forget holding his hand when you were young children and enjoying the beautiful sunshine of a hot summer in big fields filled with flowers.

How, before everything bad that happened, he taught you how to tie flowers together to make a crown. How he taught you some random facts and always seemed so excited about them. How he never misbehaved besides stealing more books than he was allowed to take with him. How he would get caught every single time because he was too weak to carry them all. How everyone laughed and how embarrassed he looked.

Sometimes, he would steal sweets as well, sharing them with you and his siblings. That was a secret you all would keep, giggling from excitement and blaming the lack of sweets on ghosts only to be scolded.

How his mother used to brush his hair on their porch, humming some sweet song to him. The same song he would hum to you later. The same song you learned so you could hum it to him when the moment feels right. The same song that made him smile at you.

But then, it all came to an end. So, perhaps there was no responsibility as much as hope. A pure hope that those days will come back. That you will be able to grow old with him in a way you used to.

Through softness, laughter, love, delicacy, innocence and pure emotions. It seems like a fool's dream, but to you it means everything. You centered your whole life around him, and as much as the idea of hating him seems easier than the reality of loving him, you simply can't. You could never hate Fyodor. And he knew that too.

You finally arrive in front of his hideout. Rain is pouring and the hideout looks...old and unsettling. It's made out of low quality bricks, some of them have pieces crumbling down. There are dying roots spreading between the cracks. Wooden doors seem old and heavy. You cautiously walk closer, checking your surroundings. However, there is nothing. It seems like an abandoned forest, if you could count, what seems like, ten huge trees around it as one.

Sky is gray, it's hard to look at it. You don't have a good, nor a bad feeling. It's hard to say do you have any feelings at all currently, unsure as to what to do. You have no clue what you will tell him.

You hesitantly push the door open, a squeaky sound making you panic for a moment. You look around, while also trying to focus on any sounds that may come your way.

It's darker inside, it seems like there is no light bulb. There are doors on your right. You slowly open those, barely using your fingertips to hold the weak knob. It looks like a tiny storage room, however it's empty. You slowly walk around, nothing else is to be heard besides your footsteps.

There are no stairs, only one window on the left that seems half-broken. You walk deeper inside the house, observing everything that may give you some clue about Fyodor's whereabouts. You hear a small, weak squeaky sound and turn around quickly. It's a mouse. How fitting. You stomp your foot a bit harsher and it quickly runs away.

This is beyond an unsettling place. You reach the back of the house, there is only one room that doesn't even have doors. It only contains one bed and a nightstand. It's questionable if the bed is even functional, or were the sheets washed.

Lack of noises makes you notice how fast your heart is beating, slight commotion settling in your chest. You walk towards the nightstand, and it seems there is nothing on it. Not even in a small, barely slidable drawer. You sigh in disappointment, it seems that he left before you got here.

You take a look underneath the table, just in case. Maybe he left a note. You are met with another failure when you notice another door on your right, in a white color that was breaking at places. It seems like a bathroom, and you explore through it quickly given that there was nothing. Besides a lot of spider-webs in corners, a half-used soap and an old, plastic, green cup on the sink - there were no signs of life.

You go back into the room, checking underneath the bed. There was absolutely nothing besides the dust. It makes you cough a bit as you stand up, checking beneath the pillow and covers. There was nothing on the bed, so you check inside of the pillowcase. You sigh in annoyance as there is nothing inside. You squat down, again checking the bottom side of the nightstand, just in case you missed an area.

"Looking for something?" a voice that is a mixture of silkiness and annoyance makes your blood freeze.

It's him.

Your whole body remains still for a good moment before you swallow, turning around to face him.

His figure is tall compared to your position, additionally covered by his coat. His gaze looks irritated, but there is a polite smile on his face. He is blocking your exit and you notice that there are no windows in this room.

"I was looking for you." your voice is unsteady as you slowly straighten up, but still not moving anywhere.

"And why would you look for me underneath a nightstand?" his voice is flat, you almost want to chuckle from this and your nervousness.

"I was...looking for a note." you choose honesty this time.

"A note?" his voice grows slightly confused.

"I thought you left, and I wanted to see if you left a note." your voice is a bit calmer now.

"Why would I leave a note?" he asks, tone cold.

You were screwing up. You knew Fyodor hated when people like you tried to read him or predict him. As if he would leave a written note for you. At the best, it would be a coded message no one can understand, but a very few people. Chosen ones. And you were not one of them. You knew that much. Although, every bone in your body was aching to be one.

"I don't know, but...I did come here looking for you. So, once I couldn't find you, I-" your voice is cautious, even though you were telling the truth.

"Why is that?" he gives you a little smile as he walks up to you, slowly sitting down on the bed. He takes his ushanka off, and you notice that it's not wet. In fact, his shoes aren't even wet. How long was he here for and how did you miss it?

You feel a lump forming inside your throat, unsure what to do. There was always a lingering uneasiness when you were with him, but today was different. It was painfully eerie. Your body feels frozen. You regret coming here.

"I...was worried. I wanted to check how you are doing and are your wounds healing properly." your voice is barely to be heard, there was a part that was worried, but the real reason was different.

"Is that so?" his voice is breathy, eyes closed as the anxiety settles beneath your skin.

"You are so kind. Even after I treated you the way I did, you came all the way here to check up on me." his tone is steady, silky and you can't find any maliciousness in it.

You let out a nervous chuckle, slightly adjusting your clothes as you nod.

"Ah, forget about that, I understand-"

"How about you tell me the real reason why you are here instead of trying to make a fool out of me?" his tone is cold and sharp. His gaze is exactly the same, you can't look away from it.

It feels like he has you nailed in place, your whole body and mind at his disposal. You manage to find the strength to gulp, barely blinking as a rush of coldness spreads through your body.

"I-"

"Be very cautious of your answer." his tone pierces through your body.

There is a dark, dreadful and heavy feeling crushing your shoulders and squeezing your chest. It feels like an entity was hugging you, but with a desire to break every bone inside your body. Physically, you are above Fyodor, but it feels like you are at the mercy of his palm.

You felt abandoned by him before, you felt anxiety and fear around him, but you craved his approvance. You craved him, but now you felt...threatened by him. The way you never did before.

"Nikolai. I met Nikolai. He gave me an address." you let out quickly and he doesn't seem satisfied.

"He told me to..-, he wants to kill you." your voice is becoming unsteady as you notice deeper disapproval on Fyodor's face.

"He wanted me to join you and...help him." you feel ashamed of your own words.

There is a sudden, intrigued sparkle in Fyodor's eyes. He slowly stands up, his frame feeling bigger than usual. More suffocating. It feels like you can't move even if you try to.

"I take it…" he slowly spreads his hand towards you, putting it on top of your head, slightly covering your forehead.

"...that you tricked him into giving you an address and came to warn me, correct?" he has a sly smile on his face.

His hand feels heavy, it feels like your mind is completely exposed to him. You can't do anything. It's terrifying. Fear pierces through your bones, making your body shake and twitch in places.

You barely nod, like a coward.

"I figured. You could never hurt me, am I correct?" his tone is low, his hand now feels like it's crushing your skull without actual consequences.

You gulp, weakly nodding again.

"I know. You truly are too kind, but also...quite an intelligent move. Not just anyone can trick Nikolai." his tone is dark, you know he saw through your lies, or rather, lack of truths.

He slowly removes his hand away from your head, sighing. You still feel frozen, thankful to be alive, but unsure of what is next.

"I know he wants to kill me. He is the one who left me in such a pitiful state after all." his tone holds a certain sorrow, as he looks away from you.

"He told me that." you reply softly.

"But, not entirely on his own, of course. The other people I want to cleanse this world from helped him." he sighs, voice holding a heavier sorrow now.

Your fingers tremble, you knew his plan was terrible, but you didn't know everything. If those people are just like that guy you've met.., if all of them are capable of hurting Fyodor like this, then just maybe…

"He didn't tell you the whole story, it seems. Don't trust clowns, my dear." his voice is softer, gaze pitiful.

His voice sends shivers through your body, you haven't heard him say that in a very long time. Your heart flutters, as you become more relaxed.

"He told me that you are his friend." your voice is quieter, as you were trying not to disturb him.

"Perhaps, but he wasn't mine, as you can tell." he sighs and you feel an urge to comfort him, but contain yourself as much as possible.

"I am sorry." your voice is gentle.

Fyodor gives you a little smile, closing his eyes for a moment. He delicately puts his hand on top of your head again, this time it gives you a feeling of comfort. A sense of trust. A sense of serenity.

"No need to be. After all, I don't need anyone else as long as I have you. Can't you see that you are the only one I can rely on?" he whispers, gently rubbing his fingertips over your scalp.

You feel hesitant, but there is a part inside of you that is urging you to help him. You want to give into his words.

"I was harsh with you, wasn't I? You didn't deserve such awful treatment." his tone is quieter, a sense of sympathy melting off of his tongue.

Your heart flutters, it feels...oddly comforting to hear this from him. You feel understood and seen. It makes all the pain melt away, feelings of warmth returning to your heart.

"A little bit, but I chose the wrong moment to...confess." you say shyly, your body slowly relaxing under his touch and words.

"Don't blame yourself, my dear. The sole reason I did it the way I did was to protect you. I failed, given that Nikolai found you. I am just glad you made it out alive." his tone is soft, and he slowly moves his hand down, gently cupping your cheek. He slides his thumb over it, eyes filled with...regret?

It makes your heart speed up, as your body grows warm. You always imagined what his touch would feel like, given that you only felt it on your hands. It feels better than you could ever make it out to be.

His hand is cold, but soft. So soft. Secure and delicate. Freeing. It makes you want to close your eyes, lean into it, and stay like that for as long as possible.

"I could never forgive myself if something were to happen to you. You are too valuable to me. Now more than ever." he whispers, his voice forming a soft, sweet knot inside your tummy.

He slowly moves his hand away from your face, using the back of his index finger to brush over your other cheek.

"God may forgive me for making such a foolish mistake. This is why I would like you to join me. If we are together at almost all times, nothing would happen to you. Or me. Don't you agree?" he gives you a warm smile, his touch sending tingles down your body.

You nod, smiling at him.

"Remember how we used to be by each other's side all the time when we were young?" he chuckles and your smile widens.

"Of course I do." you chuckle yourself, eyes sparkling.

He pauses for a moment, gaze fixated on your lips, deep and unreadable.

"I like this look on you." he says softly, gently cupping your cheek again as he brushes his thumb over the small line at the edge of your happily curled lips.

"But, I must ask, do you also remember what happened the first time we parted?" his voice changes to a pitiful one, and your smile drops as well as you remember his family.

Ah, that's correct. Now you remember. That day you haven't seen each other at all. You can't remember why, or where you have been. All you can remember are the screams, insults and prayers of people.

Was he...leaving you behind all this time as a form of punishment?

You nod weakly, hesitant to say anything.

"Alas, it's your choice." he sighs, slowly moving his hand away from you. It makes your body move towards him, in desperate need for him to touch you once more.

He slowly pulls away, giving you a sorrowful gaze.

"I understand if you don't wish to stay with half of the man I used to be. I won't force you to." he nods, almost shamefully readjusting his coat on the side where the wound of his missing arm was.

"If you wish to end me now, I wouldn't fight it. It would be an honor to die by your clement hands." he smiles, closing his eyes, remaining still.

There is pure tranquility on his face, regardless of being vulnerable in your eyes.

It makes you take a quick deep breath in, a sudden feeling of guilt spreading inside your tummy. It's abrupt, it makes you think about how you even let Nikolai speak to you for so long. There is hatred inside of you. Hatred towards him for hurting Fyodor and towards yourself for even considering helping him.

The person you wanted to help this whole time was Fyodor. If this is the only way to do it, if this can turn your foolish hope into a reality, if this can free him, if this can make Fyodor love you, then…

"I said I could never hurt you and I meant that." your voice is steady and secure. You made a decision.

Fyodor's eyes widen for a moment.

"I will do it. I will join you." you nod, giving him a little smile.

Fyodor smiles back, a little chuckle escaping his throat.

"How could I ever doubt you?" he spreads his hand towards you, gently taking yours.

"Thank God for your kind heart. You truly are the only one I can put my trust in." he whispers, gently kissing the top of your hand.

It makes warmth spread beneath your cheeks, your body feeling safe after such a long time. You smile at him, feeling content with your decision. This was the right call to make, and there must be a reason you chose it now. Everything feels like it's falling in the right place.

Your sense of hope is now bigger than ever. There is an excitement inside your body, you can already see the end you were hoping for. It feels warm. It reminds you of a blissful childhood. The promising future, the freedom - it's all palpable.

You feel chosen by him. Just like you always wanted. Yes, he wanted you to join him before, but you never knew he thought of you that highly. He was praising you before, but after that night, this feels...more genuine. Honest. A new beginning.

You can't contain your smile, not aware that your innocent heart is soon to be tainted.

You became a demon's fool.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! Part four should be posted soon :) <3

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triplesilverstar · 4 months

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All's well that ends Well

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader

CW: Grinding, kissing, pining, vaginal fingering, being wet, awkward first kiss, unsure of feelings

Word count: Roughly 5.4K words

A/N: So this was another one inspired by art... plus Vash is not referred to as Vash at any point in this series so the reader just knows there's something a little off about him. This will be a three-parter and I have no idea of a timeline for it or how big it's going to be. So enjoy more of my ramblings.

You had to laugh behind your hand as Eriks almost tripped on the loose floorboard in the middle of the porch with the hamper filled with wet clothes to be hung outside on the line. After this last year of living with the three of you, you had to admit the two-toned-haired man had made more than enough of an impact in your lives.

Lina had a male figure in her life that she could endlessly tease, Granny had someone to scold and fuss over, and you? Well, you had someone to have the occasional beer with and chase after Lina when she got into trouble. Even if you had been apprehensive when Lina first brought the strange man home, which in retrospect was funny given how you had come to live with Lina and Sheryl. Better known as Granny.

Five years earlier you had been a bandit running around causing chaos, and you’d gotten sick before coming to the town. Left to die by the others in the gang as your forehead burned and you watched the world through a haze, barely able to make out two blurry figures that approached you. Waking up several days later in a bed you didn’t remember falling asleep in and feeling better, though a lingering cough would forever plague you. Saved by Lina’s parents.

A debt you felt you could never repay when they were killed. Sheryl had after a few weeks of grieving over the loss of her children allowed you to stay and help her raise Lina. Or at least try too.

It had been different going from being a gunslinger to a, well you weren’t really sure what to call yourself. Looking after the small crops the family grew, a little bit of Tomas raising, and mainly trying to keep Lina out of trouble.

So the day you came back from the field exhausted and seeing a man wearing some of Lina’s father's old clothes and passed out on the couch in the living room left you reeling.

Hours later rubbing your eyebrows after Lina explained how she had found him and she and Granny had cleaned the man up before he passed out. “How do we know he isn’t a bandit or something?”

“Now dearie.” A light scolding sent your way from across the table you and Granny were still sitting around after chasing Lina to bed. “Not everyone has the best beginnings, we don’t judge them for that. Not in this house.” The tips of your ears burn as you let out a few coughs trying to loosen the tightness in your chest.

“I see your point, Granny.” Dragging the back of your hand across your lips to catch any of the spittle. “Here’s hoping Lina has better sense than usual.” Shifting the hand to trail it through your hair and rubbing at the back of your neck.

“Our girl has a good head on her shoulders.”

That night you’d slept light, the lowest creak of the floorboards, or groaning of the house waking you from your slumber. When you finally stepped from your bedroom the next morning the bags under your eyes took up most of your face, moving on autopilot towards the kitchen. Freezing in the doorway you saw the tall man standing at the counter next to Lina following the young girl’s directions in making breakfast. Granny sitting at the table with a tea in hand and watching with amusement.

“You look like you slept well last night.” If looks could kill Granny would have keeled over as you dropped into one of the chairs at the table. Dragging a hand down your face in your exhausted state.

“Very funny.” Snorting before raising your hand in front of your mouth feeling another cough coming. And once you’re done that little fit the clattering of a mug being placed in front of you reaches your ears. “Thank you, Lina” answering automatically before opening your eyes.

To see the man pulling his hand away from the steaming mug.

“You’re welcome.” A soft smile on his face and his voice makes something deep inside of you melt. Externally however you don’t let anything show, taking a small sip of your usual drink.

Over breakfast, he introduced himself as Eriks and claimed he had no memory of his past before Lina found him. You highly doubted that, but the quick kick to your shin from under the table stopped you from saying anything. You were going to need to buy Lina less pointed boots in the future.

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself watching his actions like a hawk, looking for any sign of ill intent toward your found little family. Instead, all you witnessed was a man who seemed almost as out of place as you did except he always seemed to wear a soft worn smile.

One night a little while later sitting there with Granny on the porch in her rocking chair and you on the hanging bench while Lina and Eriks were out in the field. The sound of laughter rang out from around the crops as the pair finished the evening chores with Eriks often stumbling as Lina pulled tricks on the older man. Granny spoke up. “Are you still as worried about him?”

Sighing, you adjust the way you’re sitting so you're leaning forward resting your elbows on your thighs, and watch the man. His hair has grown longer and while you keep getting the sense something isn’t quite right about him you can tell he can be trusted. “No. I guess not. He’s been a big help around here.”

Letting out your own laugh when he trips over a rock landing face first in the dirt and dropping the basket filled with vegetables. “Well, when he’s not being a general nuisance” unaware of the shy smile growing on your face as the tall blond struggles to his feet dusting himself off before rounding up the fallen veggies.

“Hmmm,” Granny just hums, noticing the look on your face. A look she’s seen on Eriks once or twice in the time he’s been here when he’s been watching you as well.

As time passed Sheryl was aware of the subtle shift in your attitude towards Eriks and his towards you. In the mornings when you weren’t up most of the night, your routine had slowly changed, from watching the twin suns rising in the sky by yourself on the porch to having company in the form of the blond. Now having soft conversations over what you needed to do during the day, sitting side by side on the hanging bench with low voices. Both were holding steaming mugs that the vapors curled up and around the two of you.

The older woman also noticed the smallest reaction each of you had to one another as whatever was between the two of you grew. Lingering touches that weren’t needed when passing items to one another, or taking longer than normal while doing the dishes to talk to one another.

When you had a bit of a downturn with your health Sheryl wasn’t surprised at all as Eriks ensured you were wrapped in a blanket and fed you meals in your room. Honestly, the older woman found it all to be rather sweet. But in this moment watching the two of you hanging laundry after you had laughed at him almost falling on his face with the load of wet clothes she knew both of you needed a little push.

Both of you would never act on your own and the old woman could see it as clearly as she saw the pink hue both of you would sport on occasion after your interactions. In fact, sometimes you muttered to the older woman it was because of the sun, not because of a certain long-haired man making you weak in the knees.

And she was going to force the two of you to act and deliver that little push somehow.

“Eriks at this point I’m not sure how you ever manage to get anything done, you’re so clumsy it’s almost funny.” Taking the basket from him to ensure none of the sheets fell to the ground to be covered in dirt and needing to be rewashed.

“Just some bad luck I think.” Laughing along with you and helping you hang the clothes on the line to dry. “I’m not always that clumsy.” Holding one end of a bed sheet while you spread it out across the line and clip it in place.

“Sure, sir. Sure.” Letting your fingers linger over his briefly and feeling the heat from his skin warm your own digits.

“Hey now, I’m really not that unlucky.” Working in tandem it doesn’t take either of you long to get the remaining laundry out on the line before Granny calls out to the two of you.

“Eriks!” Followed by the calling of your own name as you both turn towards the older woman hobbling towards you.

“What’s wrong Granny?”

“The pump seems to be out of water. Could I get the two of you to go into the well and see what might be going on?” Rubbing her hands together with a look of fear clear on her face. “That well is what allows us to live outside of town and look after ourselves. I hate to have to move because we’ve run out of water.” You catch the undercurrent in her words and you know better. Granny has spent her entire life on this little farm, raised her son here, and is now raising her granddaughter here. It’s not just the moving that she’s worried about, it's all the memories locked away in the floorboards of the house. The panels of the wall faded from the sun shining in through the thin windows.

“Of course Granny!” Eriks is quick to answer, nodding as he walks to the porch to return the laundry hamper to the shade provided by it.

“Hopefully it's something silly like the pipe for the pump having shifted out of the way.” Rolling your sleeves up and heading towards the opening of the well near the edge of the field just past where all your crops grew the house while still visible far enough away that you can’t see Granny on the porch and tossing the rope ladder down, pausing as Eriks places his palm over your shoulder.

“Let me go first.” Waving a small flashlight while you chuckle, Eriks tends to be more prepared than you. Or Granny for that manner.

“Are you sure it’s not just so you can watch my butt when it comes down the ladder after you?” Teasing him you see the pink briefly flash across his face.

“Hey now, we both know I’m not that kind of guy.” You might have believed him if not for the clear look of mischief in his eyes just visible behind the sunglasses slipping down his nose.

“Whatever you say Eriks.” Motioning with your hand for him to take the lead and once he started you watched him go waiting for him to call back up to you that it was alright to come down behind him.

Feeling the rough material under your hand woven from the hides of worms, it is a show of just how adaptable humanity has become in this new world. You never grew up with the benefit of a plant, your parents had been marauders and you had followed in their footsteps At least until you saw more of the light and you were glad Granny and her family didn’t have a plant either. It just seemed more at home to you living on the edge of a town and making your own way, it just felt right even if it wasn’t an easy life.

In no time at all you see the bottom of the well, or at least the rock-strewn floor that brought you into the area of the well. Eriks stood to the side waving his flashlight around the open area and you feel your face warm wondering if he had been checking out your ass on your way down.

It’s a little concerning as the soles of your feet land and you don’t hear even the softest splash. Following the beam of light with your own eyes as Eriks looks around the cavern that you know was dug out by Granny Sheryl’s own parents. “Do you know if water is supposed to be here?”

It’s a good question and in the shifting light, you see a brief gleam of metal pointing at it. “Oh, maybe that’s it!” Eriks just chuckles and your blush deepens since he wouldn’t have seen where you were pointing.

“Where?” “There”

“Here?”

“No. Just” you don’t take the flashlight from him instead you grab his larger hand holding the light and guide it before settling on the metal you had seen. Sure enough part of a pipe is visible along the edge of the wall.

“Ah, guess we go that way.” Except neither of you move, both of your gazes settling on your hand resting atop his now. The tips of your ears are burning as you pull it away and mutter a quick apology before Eriks leads the way.

As you both walk you realize the pipe seems to be leading back towards the house and parts of it seem to be going deeper underground. “I wonder if there used to be more people living here after the crash.” You whisper missing the flinch of Eriks' shoulders at your pondering.

“There might have been, water would have been important in the early days for those that survived.” Taking a turn you hear the sound of dripping, walking a little more along you can see where it looks like part of the cave wall has cracked.

“Maybe the wall coming down blocked part of the intake valve?” In the dim light of the flashlight, you turn to Eriks to see him nodding with your question.

“It’s possible. Let's see if we can find it.” Using your ears it doesn’t take the two of you long to find where part of the pump is sitting just under the water and surrounded by a small landslide of stones. Stepping into the pool is out of the question but you find the rocks rather easy to move, and with Eriks placing the flashlight on the floor at an angle both of you make quick work moving the debris from the pump.

Once part of it is visible beneath the water you watch as Eriks leans over more giving it a light tug and pulling it away revealing part of what you think might have been rubber that had been closed up. A few smacks and you let out a noise of appreciation as the pumps seem to whirl back to life and the rubber plumps up as it pulls the water along no doubt refilling the tanks you know are inside the house.

“Well, that didn’t seem too bad.” Standing back up again and listening to the sound of Eriks' footsteps heading towards the flashlight. Briefly blinded as he picks it up once more as you make the mistake of looking at the object. Blinking quickly and hearing his deep chuckle before you feel his hand grip one of your smaller ones and place it inside the crook of his elbow.

“I think this might be best until we can get somewhere a little brighter” leading you back down the path the two of you had followed. This close you can hear the sound of his breathing and what you think is the beating of his heart unsure why it would be racing.

“Thank you, Eriks. I guess that was a little silly of me to be looking into the light.” As the two of you walk in companionable silence and your vision slowly comes back you release his arm even if your fingers feel a little colder without his lean bulk under them. “I wonder what caused those little rockslides.”

A small noise as if thinking from the man before he speaks. “It could have been from a worm traveling nearby. Or maybe the water that fills the aquifer has been running in through a new path!” The sound of crunching then cracking reaches both of you before one moment you’re looking at the Eriks and the next a hole in the ground.

“Eriks!” Darting forward as the blond disappears through the crack in the cave floor “Eriks answer me! Are you alright!” As silence rings out you bite your lip, at least before swallowing and jumping down after him, it might have only been a five-foot fall and you hear the sound of water splashing up around your feet. “Eriks!” Cupping the sides of your mouth as the panic starts to settle into your bones. Where is he?!

A groan reaches your ears and the sound of sloshing water a thin beam of light illuminating the cavern, water is reaching to the ankle of your boots and not far from you is Eriks lying on his back. Unsure how he got so far from the hole you had just jumped through. “Eriks!”

Splashing through the water and rushing to his side as you drop to your knees beside him. Mouth suddenly dry as you take in his appearance.

Eriks shirt.

Is soaked.

The white rough fabric clings to his body like a second skin and the water has made it entirely translucent. Eriks has gone out of his way since his arrival to make sure you’ve never seen any part of him besides his hand and face even though you were aware of Granny helping to clean him that first day while you had been out and about working the field.

Now you understand why.

His upper chest is a mismatch of scars and metal bolts, some of those scars running deep through the muscles along his shoulder and pectoral muscles that you can see with the way he’s lying in the water. Other scars are smaller but you don’t miss the lines of the stitches that had been used to help his skin knit back together. Or the way the light is reflecting upwards through the water is setting a swirling pattern along his body and highlighting the stubble lining his chin.

“I’m alright.” Slowly sitting up and the water is pouring down his chest in rivets and any thoughts in your brain frizzled out. With the way his shirt is wrapped around his body, you can see the shifting of his abdomen and your mind is still spinning. Eriks is watching you in the dim light and the smile on his face is slowly falling away, seeing your blank stare, it didn't take long for him to figure out where you were looking. “I’m sorry you have to see this, I know I’m not much to look at.”

The sound of despair lacing his voice makes your head snap upwards to stare into his eyes, seeing the fear swimming in his eyes behind those orange shades. Sighing as you reach up to remove them to look directly into his eyes. Seeing him blink rapidly as you pull them away. “Your eyes always look so sad, like you're carrying the weight of the world. I hate that you feel like you need to hide them behind those orange shades, they're so expressive. And such a pretty shade of blue." Folding his glasses together and reaching up to cup the side of his face the stubble prickling your palm. “I’d argue the body is very nice to look at. But I prefer the mind and heart inside of it.”

The briefest chuckle from him. “Flattery doesn’t always get you anywhere.” While you had been so concerned with checking him over you hadn’t noticed just how close the two of you were, at least until you see his eyes flick down and following that line, you see there is barely an inch between either of your faces.

“It isn’t flattery if it’s the truth.” Your voice is meek even to your own ears, almost like the tension between the two of you has come to a head. Both of you frozen for a moment, Eriks resting on his extended arms in the water and your chest hovering close enough that a deep breath would remove the space and a single hand on his face. His skin is warm and as you stare into his vivid eyes part of you whispers to be brave.

Listening to that little voice you slam your eyes shut and close the distance, pressing your wind-split lips to his sun-chapped ones in the briefest pretense of a kiss before another voice is screaming at you to stop. Pulling back just as quickly. “I, I shouldn’t have done that.” You aren’t blind, or nearly as blind as Granny might think. You know there’s something between you and Eriks, but you also know nothing can come of it. You’re the only two near the same age, the attraction you feel is because of the close living proximity. Someone as kind and wholesome as Eriks can’t feel anything but friendship towards someone like you with your checkered past. Looking down with your eyes closed so you aren’t staring at his drenched body like it’s a feast.

“I’m glad you did.” His voice is low and it makes you do a double take to look at him once more. “At least now I know it isn’t one-sided.” It’s him that moves this time closing the distance and engaging you in a searing kiss that you feel from your head down to your toes. The sound of sloshing echoes around the room and you understand why as one of his hands reaches out to cup your cheek before pulling back. “Or maybe I shouldn’t have done that.”

“How could you say something like that?” Blurts out of your mouth before you can even think about your reaction to his words. “You shouldn’t feel anything for someone like me. I’m not a good person Eriks. Not like you.” It doesn’t make much of a difference as you close your eyes in the dim lighting but you don’t want to see the pity reflected in those orbs as dampness starts to form on your lashes.

A few fat drops slide down your face before you feel his hand on the side of your face once more pulling you closer to him, the brush of his dry lips to your forehead as your name tumbles from the cracked skin like a prayer. “You have no idea how wrong you are. It’s me that isn’t a good person.”

You can’t bear the dejection in his voice, opening your eyes to see his self-loathing floating there clear in the low light and it breaks your heart. Instead of speaking right away, you find both of your hands rising to grip his cheeks tenderly “Then maybe we should work on showing the other what they see because you’re wonderful Eriks.” The tears are still falling down your face as you press your lips to his and this time you don’t pull away, lips working in tandem as you both seem to pour your desperation and longing into the kiss. Hands moving as your bodies shift, Eriks sitting up straighter in the water and pulling you into his lap chests tight together as his hands grope at your ass, his tongue slipping from the confines of his mouth to lap at your dry lips.

A low whine in your throat as you open your mouth and let your tongue race past your lips to brush his. It’s sloppy and messy as the drool lacing both of your mouth swaps and drips down your chin but you couldn’t care less, desperate to keep tasting the sweetness of his sorrow as you take comfort in one another. Your hips shifting so you’re seated better in his lap, straddling him with your hips rolling against his and your hands in his hair now. Nails dragging against his scalp as he chases your mouth wanting that same burning connection as you. The slow roll of your hips has your core rubbing against his tented pants his growing hardness making you pant and Eriks lifts you away, his chest heaving as much as yours.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Whispered against the point of your chin as Eriks starts to blaze a trail with his lips along your skin and to your neck. Lapping at the soft skin and placing gentle kisses along the curve of your throat. “Or the things I want to do to you.” A small noise catches inside of you at the low growl that seems to reverberate along your skin and you find your hips trying to grind against his tight pants wanting the friction you know it can provide while your cunt throbs.

“Eriks.” A fistful of his hair in one hand while you try and pull him away from your neck wanting to reconnect to his lips while his cock twitches in his pants, your voice desperate as you let all of your pent-up attraction for the handsome man that you had been bottling up out.

“Easy, sweetness. I’ll help you.” One of his hands gives your butt another squeeze before those long digits drag along the meat of your leg and across your thigh and over your covered core. Kissing at your pulse and those dexterous fingers work the band of your pants loose and slip down all while his other hand keeps you in place so you're rubbing against his clothed dick just the way he wants you. The more he seems to work your body the more lost in your senses you become, your fingers growing lax in his hair and on his shoulder, no longer leaving bruises you weren’t aware of.

All thought leaves you as the rough pad of his fingers starts to rub at your clit through your underwear while his cock twitches against the fabric of his pants like mad and you’re a mewling, desperate mess trying to grind harder down onto his length your body moving on its own whims trying to chase that high. “You’re so wet like you’ve thought about me before. Tell me, sweetness, have you used your fingers to get yourself off before pretending they were mine?”

You vaguely hear his words and whine before moaning a “yes” in his ear, not sure what he’s asking you but he seems happy with the answer as he presses harder against your clit. Two wide fingers work in tandem to brush the bundle of swollen nerves, while Eriks looks up at you feeling his sex pulse within the confines of his pants. He knows you have, he could hear the squelching of your sex as your fingers plunged into your body and the lowest whimper of his name. Before today and that brief kiss you initiated he knew you were attracted to him, perhaps almost as much as he was attracted to you but he never intended to do anything with the information. Not even touching himself to your sweet sounds through the shared wall of your rooms, but now? Right now he wanted to watch you come from his fingers on your core, he wanted to see you as your face loosened in ecstasy and your muscles relaxed to let so much of that tension you held in free. All for him. Because of him.

“Almost there, sweetness.” Adding the pressure his fingers have against your clit and letting your weight rest on his crotch again, enjoying the feeling as your hips start to roll faster, more whines and pants from your slightly parted lips. A brief chuckle as he realizes you're already lost in the bliss he’s bringing your body as you respond to more primal impulses chasing that building release. Without removing either hand from your body he shifts you again, so his lips are on yours as his fingers work to pull that invisible thread tighter and tighter. His tongue roams around your mouth as he maps the wet cavern, the wet muscle moving in time with his fingers.

Your hips are jerking against his now, growing more and more desperate as he pulls his lips away. Watching the thin clear lines connecting you spread and break hitting your lips, twisting his hand in your pants, and giving your clit a pinch. A wordless scream as you come for him, and Eriks enjoys watching your face grow lax as your back arches first before slumping against his form. “Such a good girl.” Kissing your temple as he rubs at your clit for a few more seconds to drag out your release while you shudder in his grasp.

Fingers pulled from your pants and raised to his lips, humming as he tastes you on the digits and feels his member throb. He knows what it wants and he’s going to deny it, far more interested in your pleasure than his own. Hand clean of your juices he switches to rubbing your sides, waiting for you to come back to yourself. The seed of doubt in his mind how you would react to seeing his more unique features if the two of you keep going and exploring these budding feelings for each other.

A gentle moan as you open your eyes, blinking slowly as you see the nearly translucent shirt under your cheek. “Feeling alright?” Eyes roaming upwards to see Eriks looking down at you with a tender smile in place, his hands smoothing down your sides.

“Um. Yea.” Feeling a flush rushing up your cheeks as you take in the way you’re draped against his form. Well, and the firmness you can feel between your legs. “That. That was amazing.” Brushing some of your hair from your face as you bite your lip. “Can I. Can I return the favor?” You aren’t sure where this shyness you felt came from seeing as he just made you come the hardest you have in your entire life and he did it with his fingers and grinding.

“No. We need to get out of here.” Something on your face must show your dejection as he kisses the space between your brow. “You’re shivering sweetness, we need to get you out of the water and into some dry clothes.” Blinking you remember what happened and feel the cold wetness that seeped into your pants and up your legs, just how lost in your senses had you been to miss that?

“Right. Sorry!” Scrambling to crawl out of his lap while standing and feeling the shame starting to flood your system. You just came on top of him and he didn’t get anything out of the encounter, you’re still just a selfish ex-bandit.

The sound of water and drenched fabric reaches your ears as Eriks stands, grabbing one of your hands and lifting it to kiss your knuckles. “It’s alright sweetness.” His blue eyes are soft and gentle as he stares at you before letting go of your hand and scooping the forgotten flashlight up from the water. “Next time we can keep going and I’ll truly show you how I feel.”

Granny for her part wasn’t worried, sitting on the deck with her knitting between her fingers and watching the entrance to the well. The sound of the pump had started up some time ago, which meant you and Eriks were taking your time coming back.

“Granny?” Lina asked stepping out into the heat outside of the house. A hum answered her question. “Shouldn’t they be back by now?”

“Oh, I’m certain they’ll be out when they’re ready Lina. Don’t you worry about that, now get back to your chores while I wait for them.” The glint of sunlight on her glasses hid her eyes, otherwise Lina might have seen the mischief there. After all, Sheryl didn’t need her granddaughter to see the two of you coming out looking like you had sex since you both needed a push to act on the feelings she saw brewing between you.

At least she was hoping that was what was delaying the two of you and that you hadn’t gotten lost down in the mess of tunnels.

Well I hope you enjoyed this, no idea when I'll update the next chapter, but I'll link it when I do.

#trigun eriks x reader #trigun smut #trimax #Trimax smut #trigun maximum smut #trigun maximum #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x you #vash the stampede x reader smut #vash the stampede smut #trigun eriks

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sparkling-ariaria · 10 months

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Eddie Munson fics I read and want to keep...no°1

*Complete fem or non-gendered reader insert fics* Updated: 11.07.2023

Good old fashioned lover boy by jamdoughnutmagician - gf!Reader Prom night with Eddie.

When worlds collide by jamdoughnutmagician - gf!Reader When Uncle Wayne asks about the girl that Eddie’s been sneaking out to see, Eddie’s two worlds collide when the two most important people in his life are about to meet.

The balcony scene by littlelioncub43 - gf!Reader A long farewell after a date night is nothing new between you and your very dramatic and theatrical boyfriend. Young lovers often find parting is such sweet sorrow.

Come on, Angel by littlelioncub43 - mechanic!Eddie x bf!Reader From friends in love to lovers..

I like your face by lovebugism Eddie and his cynical eyes have a confession to make.

Nice fucking try by itsoutrageouss - cheerleader!Reader You have a crush on Eddie and ask him out, but he thinks it's a joke since you're one of the cheerleaders.

The Baby Raccoon by eddiemunsonfuxks - gf!Reader Eddie bringing a baby raccoon home.

High Life At The Park + Love Confessions At The Park by eddiemunsonfuxks - bf!Reader Super soft best friends to lovers with lots of kisses and emotions~

Wayne’s Advice by eddiemunsonfuxks - bf!Reader You going to Wayne for some advice concerning Eddie...

Risk taker by erwinsvow - Dustin's older sis!Reader Eddie Munson is smitten and you're a little clueless.

My Eddie by silent-stories - gf!Reader Eddie has to meet your parents and he really wants them to like him. That's why, for the first time, he's trying to be someone he's not.

All that matters is us by louloulemons-posts - cheerleader!Reader You’re in a secret relationship with Eddie Munson, what happens when someone finds out?

Birthday drabble by upsidedownmvnson - gf!Reader

Insecure by munson-blurbs - gf!Reader Reader struggling with body image issues.

Asking him out infront of the Hellfire Club by lovebugism - shy!Reader

Phonecall drabble by luveline - gf!Reader

Sending signals by rosygaze - bf!Reader You keep sending signals to Eddie to show how him how you really feel. but will he ever take the hint?

Cupid by rosygaze You swear Cupid hates you but maybe he’ll finally take mercy when you meet Eddie.

Secrets for breakfast by rosygaze - gf!Reader You and Eddie are in a secret relationship but now he wants you to meet his friends.

I think we're alone now by rosygaze - gf!Reader You and Eddie are experts at hiding your relationship but your friends would say otherwise.

The law of seat partners by runningupthatvecna You're going on a high school field trip with your friends and thankfully a long haired metalhead is also there to keep you company and ease the pain of being around obnoxious children.

Him reading LOTR to you by manicpixiedreamcurl

Don't ya wanna dance with me baby? by moonlightsolo - gf!Reader

A scoop of misunderstandings by taintedcigs Eddie is really enamored with the new Scoops Ahoy worker and is jealous of how her and Steve get along so well.

Soft spot by taintedcigs - bf!Reader “You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth.”

Idiots in love by taintedcigs - bf!Reader

No use in crying over spilled beer by rosygaze When a stranger spills beer on you, you’d never expected that Eddie Munson would be the one to save you.

Guitar pick by cosmal - shy!gf!Reader You come over late at night to give Eddie a gift.

#fic rec #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem reader

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archivallyfound09 · 2 years

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Request: That's a Problem?

Request: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x SingleMom! Reader fic.

Author's note: So glad this was requested. FYI, no kiddos on my end, didn't want something super traumatic, so just nice and fluffy! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Part 2: Click Here!

You sighed and looked at your watch. You had about 25 minutes until the daycare was going to start calling, so you picked up your pace down the cereals and breakfast bars aisle. After throwing a few things in your cart and marking them off your list, you turned the corner and spotted that oh-so-familiar pattern of naval aviators. You rolled your eyes, forever annoyed about their invasion of your hometown and started to turn around the endcap, heading up the next aisle.

You heard the loud chatter behind you and looked over your list towards the group. Now they they were closer, you realized they looked old for Top Gun and also very young for instructors. You shrugged and stared ahead at the massive wall of poptarts. You grabbed one and started walking away, wishing for just a moment of silence by yourself for today.

You hasty exit was noticed by one of the pilots. He watched you walk down the end of the aisle and turn, hoping to catch your eye. When he didn't, he doubled back (much to the chagrin of his troop).

"Oh come ON Rooster! We have to get back soon. If we're late, they'll never let us out of here." You heard a female voice ring out clearly above the droning of the speaker system in the grocery store (you were offended at the early 2000's pop/punk they were playing- it wasn't THAT old).

"I know, relax Phoenix! We're here for like a month. They can't kick us out." You heard the man's voice much closer to you as you made your way down towards the wall of gummy snacks. You were trying not to eavesdrop as you desperately tried to remember the right flavor to grab.

"Personally, I'm a fan of the dinosaur ones," the voice caused you to jump and grab your cart in surprise. The same voice you had earlier was now attached to a body standing directly in front of you. Unlike the rest of the group out on a field trip, this pilot was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a tanktop under it and cut of jean shorts. You gave him a once over as you laughed nervously.

"Sorry," he apologized, hands up and taking a step back, "didn't mean to startle you. Just didn't want you to fall for the allure of the sharks and fish- they always taste stale." You quirked an eyebrow and let out another small laugh.

"You're quite the gummy snacks connoisseur, aren't you?" He beamed, letting out a laugh and nodding. You looked thoughtfully and then reached out, grabbing the dinosaur fruit gummies from a shelf that forced you on your tiptoes. Your cheeks got hot as you felt his eyes drift over your body in an appreciating way.

"Those are the ones. I'm Bradley, by the way." He held out a hand and you shook it, introducing yourself. He smiled and let your name dance across his tongue. You felt your face get hot again as he chuckled.

"So do you work for the gummy dinosaur folks?" You got a deep laugh and a headshake.

"Nah, I wish. We're all Navy pilots returning back for...." he trailed off, suddenly aware that he was nowhere near the rest of the crew. He looked back to you and you could see that he was torn. "I'm sorry. I have to catch them for a ride. I'll see you around?" You nodded and waved him off as you continued to shop.

You held up the box of gummies and laughed. "You better be worth it" you thought as you tossed them back in the cart.

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About a week later, you were grateful you had been able to secure a babysitter for the evening. You had set up on another date and, while you weren't entirely looking forward to that, you were looking forward to a night without children's programming and the millions of "why" questions that were a new favorite.

You were heading towards a bar and immediately you groaned. He had sent you an address, but hadn't given you the name. You looked at The Hard Deck and sighed. "You better be worth this," you mumbled, walking inside. It was busier than you expected this early on a Thursday. You checked your watch. You were running about 30 minutes early.

As you took a seat at the bar, you ordered a beer, wanting to play it safe. Also, the look the bartender gave a girl a few seats down when she asked for a "Sex on the Beach" was enough to get you to stick to bottles of beer all night.

You looked around and saw a LOT of uniformed folks. You smiled, remembering the crew you had seen the week prior and laughing about the advice. It had been sound advice- your little guy had LOVED the dinosaurs. In fact, it had started a whole dino obsession in the house.

You were broken out of your thoughts by someone vaguely yelling in your direction. You eyes scanned around the bar and you finally found the source of the noise. Practically running from the pool table was Bradley (Bradley, right?) and he was waving at you. You finally deciphered what he was yelling:

"Dino snacks! How's it goin?!" He laughed and sat down next to you at the bar, his smile beaming. "Never thought I'd see you in my neck of the woods." You laughed and took a swig of your beer.

"You're just as surprised as I am....I'm supposed to be meeting a date here." Bradley scanned the room and shrugged.

"I don't see him here, mind if I just hang out?" You smiled and were about to invite him to stay when you heard the same group start to yell for him back at the pool tables.

"Come ON, Rooster! It's your game!"

"Yeah, Roost- get over here so I can kick your ass!"

"Rooster, you owe me 20 bucks!"

You quirked an eyebrow and took a swig of your drink. "Rooster, eh?"

His cheeks turned red and he rubbed the back of his neck, "Ehm, yeah. Long story- I'll be back!" You waved him on and mouthed 'Sorry!' to the few members of the crew that looked at you. You checked your watch and stared expectantly at the door.

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After an hour (and a few beers and texts, and calls), you sighed, waving the bartender over to close your tab. She gave you a sad smile and walked back with your card and receipt. You grabbed the pen off the bartop and signed, shaking your head. Being stood up was a new phenomenon and you couldn't wait to hear the bullshit excuses when he dared reach out again.

You had barely stood up from the stool, when something caught your arm. It was Bradley-Rooster-whatever his name was. You smiled sadly and shook your head.

"You're kidding me...." he trailed, and you shook your head, a pang of embarrassment and disappointment hitting you squarely in the chest. It was bad enough that it had happened- it was worse that this very attractive pilot had noticed and now was talking to you out of pity.

"What an ass." You were brought out of your thoughts by his comment and you nodded in a agreement. "But," he continued, "I guess that leave you free for tonight?" You noticed the bit of hope in his voice as you looked over the pilot again. Another Hawaiian shirt, the same sunglasses as last week in their pocket, a crooked grin on his face, and his messy hair clearly blown about by being on the beach today.

You glanced down at your watch. "For the next two hours, I technically am. But I've got a hard stop." Rooster nodded and looked at his own watch, pushing a few buttons.

"Hard stop. 9pm." he looked up at you with a goofy grin, "is that an escape strategy so you don't get stuck with me all night?" You laughed and placed an arm on his forearm.

"Something like that," you said more to yourself than to the really attractive man in front of you. You then realized he was still holding a pool cue. He picked it up and shook it, raising an eyebrow.

"Can I interest you in a game?" You laughed and shook your head, walking past him.

"No, but I'll kick your ass in darts."

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You hadn't realized how desperately you missed this. Rooster had introduced you to the rest of his group simply as "Dino Gummies" and, as you shook each of their hands, you corrected that, trying to remember everyone's callsigns.

You had been right- you kicked Rooster's butt a few times in darts. Pool was a bit more difficult but two of the other pilots (Coyote and Bob? Maybe?) had been helpful in teaching you how to hold the cue and set your aim. What resulted was a lot of missed shots and laughing.

You had just made a particularly bad shot when you heard a beeping noise. You looked over to Rooster and you saw his face fall like someone had just hit him in the gut. You handed your pool cue to Bangman (?) and immediately stood near the crestfallen pilot. He looked up at you with big, puppy-dog eyes and pointed to his watch.

"It's 9," he said quietly and you felt your heart drop. You checked your own watch, hoping his was wrong. You sighed and announced your departure. You waved to the group and there were a variety of goodbyes and waves that followed.

Rooster was glued to your hip as he walked you out through the bar and towards the parking lot. "I'm really glad you came out tonight," you nodded in agreement, taking his hand as you walked to your car.

"Me too. Thanks for turning this night around." Rooster nodded and looked down at his feet, closing the area between you. Throughout the evening, there had been stolen glances at each other, hands grazing each other, and, at one point, you had backed into Rooster and he started running his hands up and down your arms mindlessly as you watched another round of pool.

You saw his eyes flicker from your eyes to your mouth and back, his tongue sticking out a bit to wet his bottom lip. You felt warm as you realized his hands were still holding yours. You saw the tiniest bit of hesitation and you squeezed his hands, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.

He eagerly returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around your frame. You were surprised at the softness of his lips and giggled internally at the brush of his moustache. He slipped his tongue past your lips and you allowed him entrance, letting out a tiny moan of approval.

The two of you broke apart moments later, both smiling. This wasn't exactly your normal M.O. at all, but he was different. You sighed and held out your hand, quirking an eyebrow. Rooster looked at you confused and you motioned to his pants pocket. After a moment of stumbling, he figured out what you meant and handed you his phone.

"Feel free to send any recommendations my way," you winked, handing back the phone. Rooster smiled and nodded, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to your lips. You smiled and then got into your car, realizing quickly that you were going to have to pay your babysitter a bit extra for tonight.

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Your phone buzzed as you collapsed onto the couch.

Hey. It's Bradley. Rooster, from the bar and the dinosaurs. :)

You laughed and then saw a picture message come through. You groaned and prayed it wasn't one of those images. You were ready to get ticked at Rooster when the image loaded and you saw your purse- sitting on the barstool you had left it on. You patted your pockets and felt your wallet (you had paid the babysitter more after she left) and groaned.

Hey, that's mine. Shit. Sorry. I'll get it tomorrow.

You squeezed the bridge of your nose and sighed. You hadn't been thinking the clearest and now would have to run in before work and you'd have to drop the little guy off early which would mea-. Your phone buzzed.

Nope. Send the address. Already on my way.

You looked impressed at your phone and then sent your address. The headache this was saving was amazing. And, you realized quickly thereafter, you'd get to see your new cute pilot friend.

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It seemed like no time had passed when there was a knock at the door. You popped your head out to see a grinning Bradley on your doorstep, purse in hand. You laughed and held out your hand.

"I'm not sure it fits your aesthetic..." he laughed and handed it to you. The two of you chatted quietly and you found your hand entwined with his. You heard a noise behind you and gently dropped his hand, cursing inwardly. This was exactly what you didn't want to happen tonight...

Rooster looked at you concern lacing his features, "Everything okay?" You opened your mouth to reassure him that it was nothing that he had done or said, when you felt a small tug at your shorts. Both you and Rooster looked down to see a very sleepy little boy, dressed in shark pajamas.

You froze, almost afraid to look up at Rooster, half-expecting him to launch himself off your porch and run screaming into the night. You gently placed a head behind your little one's head and sighed, ready to scoop him up and head in, putting him back in his bed. Instead, you were beat to the punch.

"Hey buddy," Rooster said quietly, crouching down and extending a hand. "I'm Rooster. I came to bring your mom's bag back. She left it when she came home to see you." He looked up at you, brown eyes filled with nothing but adoration. You saw a small hand jut out and become engulfed in Rooster's hand. He smiled and shook it.

"...like the bird?" the small voice chirped next to you. You land Rooster both laughed, him standing up.

"You bet bud, just like the bird," he smiled at you and you scooped up the little on in your arms, now standing in the doorframe. He laughed and you leaned in, your eyes trained on Rooster.

"This is the guy that suggested the new gummies..." you turned a quick glance to the now astonished one in your arms and laughed.

"THE DINOSAURS?!"

Both you and Rooster laughed again, Rooster nodding. "The best, right?" You watch the yawn pass over the little face next to you as you hiked him up in your grip.

"How about you head to bed and tomorrow, we can talk to your mom and see if we can find even better gummy snacks?" Rooster looked hesitantly at you as you put him down, patting his butt to get him back in the house.

"Bye 'ooster!" you chuckled as you saw a wave in the darkened house. You turned back to the man facing you- he was absolutely beaming. You smiled, rubbing your neck and shaking your head.

"Is this why you had to bolt at 9?" You nodded sheepishly and then signed, your hand dropping back down to your side.

"I don't generally go out on dates- or bring them home- with him. He's my priority and- and it's usually a problem," you finished lamely. Rooster laughed and took both of your hands in his.

"That's a problem? Are you kidding? A super cool kid who likes the same snacks as me and he's got a drop-dead gorgeous mom who likes to kiss me? That's a win-win in my book, baby." Rooster winked at you and you caught his lips again in yours, the nickname not going unnoticed.

You two were broken apart by the scream of "MOMMMMM" from inside the house. You laughed and pecked his cheek and headed inside, closing the door quietly with Rooster waving on the other side. As you headed up the stairs, you felt your phone buzz and you looked down, smiling and laughing to yourself.

Save some of those gummies for me. See you tomorrow :)

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Part Two

#rooster #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #Bradley Bradshaw x Reader #Request

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bugsandthebeans · 1 year

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I feel like getting into mcyt is like finding yourself falling into a really deep rabbit hole with entire different colonies of bunnies for the different servers, and in each of these there’s who knows how many tunnels branching off which increase in length and number by the day and you just find yourself getting lost in one of these tunnels for such a long time, so by the time you’ve actually stumbled your way out, tired, thirsty and muddy, you know your entire way around that particular colony of tunnels and are friends with every single bunny there, each of which has told you their extensively long and usually traumatic life story and forced you to learn it word for word, with embedded quotes like a fucking rs exam.

And then you somehow find yourself in a different set of tunnels, and realise you actually met this other set of bunnies as a young child playing in the field one day, and so you all catch up and you find out all your old bunny friends have got married and had children and yada yada, and so you’re able to learn your way around this burrow much quicker, and by the time you’re ready to leave your now reunited bunny friends all make you promise to come back and visit every so often, and you absolutely must go and send their regards to another set of bunnies in one of the nearby burrows.

So off you go onto the next one, and you do actually know a few of these bunnies that have moved from the burrow with your old friends to this newer, but still homely and warm burrow, with a little chaos added in. But you find you like this chaos, it’s not like the heavy traumatic chaos of the very first burrow, where you got stuck in tunnels for days on end, it’s more like one of the bunnies will change the entrance of a tunnel and not tell anyone, then laugh whilst everyone else tries to blindly find their way around, all of you giggling like maniacs as you try to catch the one changing the layout in the act, and instead falling right into a small hole they’ve planned for that exact situation.

So you soon learn that there are groups of different bunny colonies that are friends, and all these groups frequently visit each other and they all have fun together, so you’re slowly introduced to all the bunnies from all the burrows, and some you see more often than not and are better friends with, but there are also some that you just know exist but don’t really talk much, and sometimes even bunnies from completely different burrows will take a day trip to see each other and then leave for a month and you won’t see them for a good while until they randomly show up in someone else’s tunnel again, or you just so happen to be walking past on your way somewhere else, and you go to say hi and accidentally spend a weekend there.

And so you pretty much just live with these bunnies for the rest of your life, once you’ve fallen down that rabbit hole there’s no going back up, but you enjoy it because you have many bunny friends to talk to all the time and there’s just so many of them and they’re all so interesting, and even if you do end up somehow managing to crawl your way out of the rabbit hole, you always keep the memories of these bunny friends close to your heart, and whenever you see a bunny outside you don’t hesitate to give it a smile and a nod, and maybe even a wave or a friendly hello as it passes :]

#did I just write an entire essay comparing mcyt to bunnies what have I done #mcyt #hermitcraft #life smp #dsmp #empires smp #still though how on earth did I think of this #im astonished at myself what was I doing #i literally just spent an hour comparing goofy minecraft men to bunny rabbits help #grian #third life #last life #double life #man I love pressing enter after writing a tag the way it just bloop turns into a little blue blob is so so satisfying oh my god #AND THE WAY IT JUST SLIDES UPWARDS AAEUUGHH #oh my god I fucking love metaphors

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forever-fan · 6 months

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Jason Todd, the World's Most Decent Dad

(My headcanons about him as a father. May be added to later. I'll comment when new headcanons are added to the list.)

I imagine Jason would have more than one child. Biological or not, this man can't only have one kid.

Jason would be the kind of dad to have bonding time with his kids by teaching them how to cook. If they want something new for dinner, he'll have them right there, making it with him.

Jason always makes whatever cake/cupcakes/other birthday sweets from scratch. No cake mix, just him and the base ingredients. His kids now hate store-bought foods and can tell when a bakery actually makes something from scratch.

Jason would read his kids bedtime stories every night. This is one reason they are so literate and advanced in their English classes.

Jason's kids are also extra literate because he never spoke to them like most parents speak to young kids. He talked, and talks, to them as his equals.

Jason always taught his children to talk out their problems, rather than using violence. His kids have grown up learning how to properly express issues and emotions with words. Jason makes sure to communicate with his kids, and in turn, they always communicate with him.

There are very few secrets in Jason's household. The only secrets are really small ones that Jason, and his kids, make sure won't hurt anyone. For example: if someone's going to pull a harmless prank, then they can keep it a secret until the prank happens. No harm has been done. The one specific rule about secrets is at least one other person in the household must know your secret and then they can advise you on whether or not it is harmful from an outside point of view.

Honesty is one of the main things in Jason's household. (He isn't gonna be another Bruce Wayne.)

Jason always encourages his kids' interests and education. He's the kind of dad who you would come out to the moment you realize you are even in the closet. His kids would never even think of hiding that stuff from him, because they have no reason to think he would ever have a negative reaction.

Jason would teach his kids self-defense techniques and make it a bonding exercise. Training days are often fun for everyone, and at a certain point, when Jason decides they can protect themselves well enough, the kids are given the option to stop taking lessons.

Jason tries to never force his kids to do anything. When his kids do something against his will, he explains what they did wrong and why it was wrong. When he wishes for his children to do chores and they refuse, he makes it into a game or competition.

Jason never wants his kids to be vigilantes, but if they insist it will make them happy, then he will make sure they are the best damn vigilantes in Gotham history. He'll be in Papa Bear mode for at least the first year of their vigilantism. (He'll probably never get out of Papa Bear mode, but he will hide it better after the first year.)

Jason will learn everything he can about any mental or physical disability if his child/children have it. He will consult the greatest psychologists in Gotham (Arkham staff and prisoners alike) just to make sure his kids are comfortable.

Jason can't take his kids out of the country, because he is legally dead, and even outside of Gotham is iffy. Plane travel is basically impossible. But, Gotham itself works well enough. (Everyone in Gotham knows Jason Todd is alive, it's one of the Waynes' worst-kept secrets.)

Jason is at all of his kids' events. Science fairs, school plays, field trips, sports games, etc. It doesn't matter what it is, he will drop everything to be there. The other vigilantes can handle the workload that he's putting off.

#jason todd #red hood #headcanon #i love him #he'd be a great dad #pls let him have kids #i could settle for one

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the-sword-lesbian · 13 days

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Unexpected Field Trip pt 1

“And what have we learned today Mariella?” I asked as I followed behind the child in question.

“That being a responsible pet owner means taking responsibility when your puppy causes trouble.” She replied with a practiced tone that only betrayed a little bit of her pout at being in trouble herself.

“Very good,” I said, “and what does that mean for you going forward young lady?” She sighed dramatically like she’d been burdened with some sisyphean task, “It means I’m not allowed to let Rupert out of his kennel without you or Father ever again.”

I chuckled at her response,”it’s not ‘ever again’ Mariella.” I said, “it’s just until we’re confident that he’ll obey your commands, we wouldn’t want him running off again now would we?”

Another over dramatic sigh, “No.”

Ahead of us Rupert tugged at the chain being held by Mariella, clearly unhappy with the slow and steady pace we were keeping on our walk back to the castle. Rupert wasn’t the first Hellhound I’d ever seen though I was still a bit surprised at first to see one being kept as a house pet. Far larger than the average dog or wolf, black sinewy skin, boney spikes protruding from his back, and a bone plated head completed the picture of a terrifying beast. The glowing red eyes and occasional panting breaths of flame from the hound would be enough to strike fear into the hearts of most men. On the other hand in the past week alone I’d seen Rupert startled at the sight of a mouse, get his head stuck in a gate, and completely pacified by belly rubs from the girls. So I personally didn’t find him all that scary.

Further up the trail I could see the road that traveled from the castle all the way into town. As we neared the end of the trail I could hear hooves approaching rapidly, along with what sounded like carriage wheels. “Mariella, wait here,” I said as I quickly walked forward. “Rupert, sit.” I commanded firmly. The hound replied with a groan but obediently planted himself in a seated position.

As I approached the road I moved off the trail, trying to stay somewhat hidden while still affording myself a view of the commotion. The roar of hooves grew louder and louder til the source of the noise finally arrived. A large group of riders on horseback raced down the road, carefully surrounding a large carriage. All of them adorned with the heraldry of the crown. Kingsguard, an entire squadron of them racing away from the castle. “This can’t be a good thing,” I mumbled to myself as I took off back down the trail to find Mariella.

“What’s happening Andrea?” Mariella asked, concern evident in her voice.

“I don’t know darling,” I said as I ran up to her. “But we need to get back to the castle now.” I pulled the chain from her hands and scooped the girl up into my arms before turning and taking off for the castle in a full sprint. “Rupert, come.” I shouted as I ran back past him. The hound kicked up dirt and leaves as we both tore down the trail. I thanked the gods that I’d had the good sense to change into trousers before we went out to track down the dog. Looking back on it I don’t know if I could have made the run in a dress. As we rounded a bend in the road the castle came into view. My lungs and legs were burning at this point, the last few months of minding children and teaching lessons had caused a lapse in my fitness that I vowed then and there to never let happen again.

Passing through the gates I saw the castle doors wide open and another Kingsguard carriage waiting out front. I briefly slowed to a stop to set Mariella down again before I continued. “Mariella, dear wait here,” I shouted over my shoulder. “Rupert, protect the child.”

My second wind hit right as I crested the top of the stairs which was mercifully wonderful timing. I stopped and quickly took stock of the situation, the entryway had been torn asunder. There were impact marks all around the walls, furniture destroyed, several fallen knights, tapestries burnt or burning, and on the ground in the middle of the room the gravely injured Dr Braithe with two armored Kingsguard approaching him as he backed away weakly. He had two stakes protruding from his chest and what looked like several other wounds as well.

I swallowed my thundering heart down and grit my teeth as I charged the two knights with their backs turned to me. I quickly grabbed a spear off one of the fallen knights and readied my attack.

I don’t like killing people if at all possible, it’s messy and complicated. But years ago I swore an oath to protect the innocent from those who would do evil. And right this moment ‘innocent’ was a wounded father of three backing away from two fully armed men.

I so very much dislike bullies.

The noise of my boots alerted them to my presence and they both tried to turn to face me. I however had the element of surprise, momentum, and had already closed a considerable distance between myself and them. The first one to round on me aimed his unusual looking weapon, I knocked it away with the haft of my spear, back towards the other knight. A small explosion rang out and a spray of blood from the second knight as whatever weapon the first knight was carrying discharged directly into the knee of his compatriot. There was a scream of pain from one and a panicked look upon the face of them both. Taking advantage of the momentary chaos I spun my spear knocking the weapon fully from his grasp and giving myself an opening to drive the tip of the spear down into the gap above his breastplate. Shoving his body away I drew his shortsword from his belt and rounded on his friend. Pointing the blade at the other knight I glared at him with righteous fury.

“Wh-who are you??” he asked, desperation in his panting breaths.

“I’m the Governess,” I stated, before driving the sword through his visor.

Parts: [0] , 1, [2], [3], [4]

#my wrtitng #my ocs #vampires #monster hunters #Andrea Tutella #Schoolchildren of the Night

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fionajames · 2 months

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prompts

A/N: Hello guys!!! I decided I'd send a list of various prompts for you guys to send me as requests. Absolutely anyone is free to use this! There are one word, dialogue, idea and song prompts!!!

One word prompts

hiraeth

lost

catacombs

bloodhound

whisper

broth

brine

froth

angel

wheat

camp

cry

shadow

bramble

herd

pack

wild

runaway

solstice

courage

tracks

woods

hike

firefly

quill

moon

sun

stars

spirit

song

splinter

clear

ice

sea

clouded

hum

jinx

limbo

wire

barbed

spear

sword

breath

holly

sink

drown

canine

willow

twine

whistle

Song prompts

not strong enough (boygenius)

meet me in the woods (lord huron)

cherry wine - live (hozier)

sweet tooth (cavetown)

1979 (smashing pumpkins)

bloodhound (the foxing)

rory (the foxing)

still feel (half alive)

best friend (rex orange country)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

wires (the neighbourhood)

running with the wolves (AURORA)

the night we met (lord huron)

i’d rather be alone (boodahki)

cocaine jesus (rainbow kitten surprise)

romantic homicide (d4vd)

duvet (bôa)

breezeblocks (alt-J)

me and the devil (soap&skin)

heavydirtysoul (twenty one pilots)

father (the front bottoms)

waterfalls coming out of your mouth (glass animals)

genesis (grimes)

devil like me (rainbow kitten surprise)

rockstar (boywithuke)

bad habit (steve lacy)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

notorious (neoni)

nothings new (rio romeo)

lighthouse (the waifs)

step on me (the cardigans)

inside out (duster)

the man (taylor swift)

mind over matter (young giant)

rises the moon (liana flores)

sparks (coldplay)

mama’s boy (dominic fike)

way down we go (kaleo)

evergreen (richy mitch & the coal miners)

yorktown - the world turned upside down (original broadway cast of hamilton)

i love you so (the walters)

505 (arctic monkeys)

labour (paris paloma)

worldstar money - interlude (joji)

willow (taylor swift)

leave a light on (tom walker)

pretty boy (the neighbourhood)

lovers rock (tv girl)

the last great american dynasty (taylor swift)

you’re on your own kid (taylor swift)

ho hey (the lumineers)

stubborn love (the lumineers)

dear arkansas daughter (lady lamb)

watching him fade away (mac demarco)

o children (nick cave & the bad seeds)

Idea prompts

running through wheat fields

running through garden hose droplets

dancing in the rain

walking in the bush

splashing in the sea

horse riding

rolling down grass fields

trekking through forest

swimming in forest creeks

rock hopping

daisy chains and crowns

collecting wood for fire

bonfire at night

walking on abandoned highways and roads

lighthouse exploring

cartwheeling and playing in fresh grass

morning dew and crisp morning air

dirt under your nails

tree climbing

abandoned towns

walking on train tracks

wooden boats

island exploring

baking in then morning quiet

watching movies very late at night

staying up late at sleepovers

corn mazes

wheat fields

frozen lakes

frozen forests

paper planes

jam jars

friendship bracelets

barbed wire fences

blood dripping on tiles

scratchy vinyl music

empty dark cold nights

canine teeth

fireflies in fields

camp cabins

sea shanties

sibling play fighting/rivalry (blood or not)

road trips with loud music

picnic dates in the forest

busy arcades

bookstore dates - the smell of old books

playing soft acoustic guitar in nature

playing fiddle and dancing around campfires

stargazing

laying in bed awake

Dialogue prompts

“please kill me”

“i’m everything you can not control”

“i am the monster you created”

“am i that easy to forget?”

“i will never hesitate to put my life on the line for you”

“stars can not shine without darkness”

“i miss the old you”

“remember who you are”

“please don’t leave”

“listen here pal”

“how much is enough”

“i remember smiling the whole way home”

“i never told you i was falling in love”

“do you want to go wander around aimlessly?”

“you still feel like home”

“no matter what, you’re still my brother”

“i could never hate you”

“let me help”

“help me, please”

“we’re just kids”

“water is so exciting with straws”

“i can’t stop thinking about you”

“get in the blanket fort”

“when they smile, i forget how to breathe”

“platonic love is just as important”

“i’m homesick for a place i’m not sure is real”

“smile more, it looks beautiful on you”

“runaway with me”

“dance with me?”

“come back to bed”

“your bleeding on my floor”

“stars sparkle in your eyes”

“sarcasm is a weapon”

“can we just go back?”

“i miss how it used to be”

“hold me”

“any closer to them and i’ll kill you”

“i’ll be by your side forever”

“are you ok?”

“it’s going to be okay”

“i’m going to cry, but happy tears”

“can i crash on your couch?”

“we’ve got more than two people crashing in our house”

“i belong with you”

“you’re my soulmate”

“hold my hand, please?”

“they smile when you message them”

“i want to live”

“sing to me”

“we’re finally home”

A/N: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom

#tcw #clones #501st legion #clone troopers #anakin skywalker #captain rex #ahsoka #the clone wars #clone wars #star wars

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lurafita · 5 months

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Shadowhunting 101

(fanfic, oneshot)

Summary:

After a particular incident, which Magnus will deny has anything to do with his decision, the warlock gives teaching shadowhunters in training a go. If he happens to also teach his husband something along the way, that's just a bonus.

When shadowhunter academies had first opened their doors to downworlder teachers, both Catarina and Ragnor had tried to convince Magnus to give teaching a go. Catarina with her steady and unwavering faith that Magnus would be a positive influence on the young minds, and Ragnor with his teasing competitiveness, insisting that Magnus would screw the kids up royally.

Good times.

No matter how much the two had tried, though, Magnus had declined.

Now, however, as the husband of one Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, head of the New York Institute and - if rumors are to be believed - rising star candidate for the position of Inquisitor, Magnus has decided to reconsider that whole teaching deal.

Especially since the New York institute has become kind of infamous in the shadow world as the place for not only heroic world saving, but also progressive attitudes and relationships between shadowhunters and downworlders.

This brought young, inquisitive, and impressionable minds in the form of 8 to 17 year old shadowhunters in training, to the doors of the NYI for a true “field trip” experience.

Which is how Magnus Lightwood-Bane, a warlock of immense power and more than four centuries of life experience, finds himself in the institute’s training room, standing in front of a group of 12 kids, and undertaking what he feels to be a momentous mission:

Putting some sense into the next generation of shadowhunters' heads.

Which, really, if you think about it, might just be the most important task of all. And when considering previous experiences with various shadowhunters in his aquaintance, also quite daunting.

Never the less, Magnus is ready and willing to take on this mission for the sake of preventing future stupidity, catastrophes and recklessness.

(And no, this obviously has nothing at all to do with any recent actions, of selectively foolishly reckless heads of the institute’s. How ever could anyone arrive at such conclusions?)

"So, to reiterate all we have learned today, let’s have a little Q and A.

Let’s say you are strolling by an alley and a portal opens up, which releases a bunch of ravenor demons. What should you not do?"

Many of the children raise their hands eagerly, and Magnus points to one of the girls in the front. Ten year old Mathilda Ravenscar, who despite her young age, has shown some remarkable astuteness.

"Recklessly engage the hostiles without any backup."

Magnus gives her a proud smile and nods. "Right! And what should you do instead, in that completely hypothetical situation?"

Again many raise their hands, and Magnus is so very satisfied to see the obvious fruits of his work. He will be rubbing it in Ragnor’s face how great of a teacher he is.

“Yes, Preston.” He picks the 16 year old successor of the Gladstone line.

"Use either your cell phone, or your stele for a fire message, to send out a distress signal to the nearest allies, and keep an eye on the situation until reinforcements arrive."

The teen answers dutifully.

Happily clapping his hands together, Magnus nods enthusiastically.

"Very good! And what if, in this still completely made up scenario, the demons are about to disperse and attack the mundanes before your backup has arrived?"

Eager hands rise up once again, and Magnus pats himself on the back for being the greatest teacher ever. (Take that Ragnor!)

"If interference is needed to keep the demons away from the mundanes,” 12 year old Allison Longford answers, “make use of the portable temporary containment fields that the allied warlocks have made for us, to buy a few extra minutes."

Magnus beams. "Excellent! You are all going to be wonderful future shadowhunters who use their heads and don't make stupidly reckless decisions that land them in the infirmary, and have their spouses worried out of their minds. … Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

The children all smile and congratulate each other on a lesson well learned, and Magnus sends a covert look to the other side of the training hall, where one ‘head of the institute who is currently having his arm in a sling’, and one parabatai of the ‘head of the institute who is currently having his arm in a sling’, have been observing the class for the last few minutes.

Jace, with great amusement, leans over to Alec slightly, making sure to keep his voice low, lest the training hall's acoustics carry their conversation back to the group of visiting shadowhunters in training and their teacher.

"So, Magnus is still pissed about last week, huh?"

His parabatai and brother sighs deeply. “Yeah.”

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #shadowhunters #fanfic #malec fanfic #malec oneshot #short and funny #magnus is not having your recklessness #ragnor is alive because f-word you canon #he doesn't really appear here but it bears saying non-the-less

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sea-owl · 1 year

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So I just finished watching Knives Out and Glass Onion and this gave me a modern Bridgerton AU idea. Imagine young Edmund Bridgerton getting wrapped up in some murder mystery, only to be saved by a beautiful detective by the name of Violet Ledger. He eventually manages to convince her to go on a date with him and two years later they are married with a baby on the way. But Violet still continued her career in solving crimes while Edmund was happy to stay at home with their children.

Now imagine the spouses each being potential murder suspects that Violet takes a shine to, has them tag along as her Watson, and after each crime is solved somehow sets them up with one of her children.

"Edmund I have found the most wonderful young lady for Anthony! The way she confronted her father's killer was brilliant. Never did like Mr. Sheffield or wife. But I must have that lovely girl in our family!"

"I swear Edmund, Benedict either needs to marry this girl or we're adopting her. Sophie is just the nicest girl and the way she absolutely called out Araminta was brilliant! Thank goodness that knife was fake though."

"I knew little Penelope was Whistledown! You owe me a foot massage and a bottle of wine Edmund! To think that she and Eloise staged that huge fight in college before she went missing. Oh but to think she's had to live under a different identity all these years to protect her family from her dreadful cousin and Cressida Cowper. Eloise is of course grounded for hiding this for these year but I do think she is ready to enter the field herself. Now, how soon do you wanna bet it'll take Colin to get back from his trip in Alaska and propose to her once he hears Penelope is alive?"

You know I really need to watch Knives Out and Glass Onion. Your Watson comment gave me an idea though.

Detective Violet Bridgerton, full time detective, part time unofficial matchmaker, and technically a viscountess.

Look it's not Violet's fault all these precious murder suspects are perfect for her children, or that the first one she met very early in her career became her little viscount husband. Oh, don't look at her like that she makes sure they're not actually murderers!

Like Simon, Michael, Sophie for example the poor dears were being framed! It was no secret Simon hated his father, or that at times Michael was jealous of his cousin, or that Sophie was an illegitimate daughter. The real murderers did use those facts against them though, and then Whistledown came in with their riddles and chaos.

But once that was all cleared up Violet just had to introduced them to her children Daphne, Francesca, and Benedict. Perfect matches!

Then there was Kate. Kate was suspected to be the one behind her sister's kidnapping, Many claimed a recent row between them was what "pushed" Kate to do it, despite Kate's claims of loving her little sister. Violet believed Kate though, and with that riddle from that annoying Whistledown, they found Edwina who pointed at the real kidnappers, Mr. and Mrs. Sheffield.

Kate was brilliant and had a stubbornness that could rival Violet's oldest Anthony. How could she not introduce them?

Her latest case Violet had done the impossible and found the match for stubborn second born daughter, Eloise.

Phillip Crane was the number one suspect in the murders of his father, brother, and sister in-law. He was also believed to be the one to have kidnapped his niece and nephew. That was thankfully proven false, and they found the twins. Phillip is currently filing for custody.

Whistledown confused Violet for this case though. They have never been so direct before. Less riddles and more clear messages.

"I find it odd that the messages were directed towards Phillip," Edmund said after his wife shared her musings.

"You're right it was odd," Violet said as she read over the case file. One of these files went over the murder victims. Violet's eyes narrowed on Marina Thompson, to be more precise her listed family.

Under the family portion someone had listed Jack, Penelope, and Felicity Featherington with a question mark and connected written next to the names.

Violet had to stop herself from falling from the chair. The death of Archibald Featherington and the disappearance of his two youngest daughters was Violet's first failed case. Everyone knew Jack Featherington had something to do with it, but they could never find the evidence to put him away.

It was also after this case that Whistledown made their first appearance, with their mocking riddles.

Is this connection why Whistledown was so direct? Violet had to figure it out. It was time Whistledown came out of the shadows anyway.

Eloise told Violet that Phillip was taking the twins to see family in Gloucestershire today. Violet didn't want to follow Phillip, after all she did like him and she hopes he'll become her son in-law one day, but things were not adding up.

When Violet pulled up to the house behind Phillip she saw nine cars there in total. Five of them she recognized. Was all her little Watsons in on this? What was going on?

Walking around the property Violet found a semi hidden shed. If one was not looking for it nor already knew where it was one would miss it. Testing the handle, she found it was unlocked. The inside looked like a meeting room with a long table and several different white and cork boards litter the room. If Violet didn't know any better she would think it was a writing room, but then she started to look closer what was written on the papers.

They were secrets. Some innocent like a list of which high society members fancied other high society members. To much more serious secrets such as illegitimate children, finances, shady deals made with shady organizations. Violet picked up a seal, on it was a capital W in a delicate scripted font.

"Whistledown," Violet whispered.

Every single case Violet had with her little Watsons flashed through her head. Was Whistledown trying to feed information to her like she assumed or was it to them? And what about this last case that made it so personal that Whistledown didn't even try to hide behind a riddle?

Violet had to figure this out.

Boom!

Violet hit the ground. A shotgun it sounds like. Possibly a warning shot since nothing around her nor herself looks to be hit.

"Don't move!" A female voice ordered.

Violet found two guns in her face while she was being pulled up by a third set of hands. Getting a proper look Violet saw three young faces, a boy around her youngest son's age while the two girls were close to her youngest daughter's age.

The red head among them didn't even look shocked by Violet's presence. "Detective Bridgerton, why don't you come inside."

The three put their weapons away and led Violet into the house, where she was met with her little Watsons and another red head, this one around Eloise's age.

"Detective Bridgerton," the older red head greeted. "I think it's been about twelve years since we last saw one another in person."

The younger red ahead went to stand next to the older one. With them standing next to one another they look like sisters. Violet stares at them a moment longer before realization hits.

"Penelope and Felicity Featherington."

The two red heads wave.

So turns out Whistledown is an information network that trades in secrets, and not a single person. Violet's little Watsons, Penelope, Felicity, Gareth, and Lucy are only scratching the top surface. Penelope and Felicity started the network when Jack Featherington forced them into hiding due to them knowing too much and not enough evidence besides the word of a then traumatized 16 and 7 year olds. The others joined though various means, methods, and reasons. Kate, Gareth, and Lucy for the truth of happened to their mothers. Michael and Sophie needed employment and found they were good at information gathering. Simon joined to gather blackmail against his father so he would leave him alone. Phillip has technically been around the network the longest since when Penelope and Felicity disappeared, they temporarily stopped at their cousin Marina's house, and then the Crane boys helped hide them for a few months after.

They helped Violet over the years with her cases, especially after the first one with Simon and despite the framing she believed him. They do have one favor to ask Violet though.

They finally have enough evidence to put Jack Featherington away and will Violet help them do that?

Violet agrees. Silently she's thinking to herself that she may have three new children in-laws after this too. She can finally finish her set.

#i read watson and then my thoughts immediately went to whistledown = moriarty #but like a toned down moriarty #yeah the spouses aren't murdurers violet #they prefer the trade of secrets #dective violet au #bridgerton #violet bridgerton #bridgeton spouses #felicity featherington

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