#keeping the pink for da event

[wanderingelvis]

I just wanna say I love your innocent reader stories! Though, in the last one, when Elvis calls her his baby and talks about things like rocking her to sleep...it just makes me picture innocent reader slipping into little/babyspace after Elvis gets mad at her like he did. Just a thought.

Thank you so much for this - this is an alternate ending to THIS request, where Innocent F!Reader tries to prove she's not so innocent and it backfires, leading Elvis to show her what her first orgasm is like, but it gets all a bit too much.

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Word Count: 1,010

Pairing: 70s Elvis x Innocent!Little!F!Reader

Warnings: Little lifestyle, mentions of orgasming

All the emotions of the night, from Elvis getting mad at you, to you having your very first orgasm, all became just a little too much for you to process as you laid on Elvis' chest in the back of the limousine.

You felt yourself beginning to slip into a smaller headspace, something you did rarely but it always seemed to happen as a reaction to being overwhelmed and anxious. You were just too little to have all those big thoughts and feelings, you couldn't do it, so you felt yourself naturally feeling smaller.

"You did so good honey, so good," Elvis soothed, petting your hair gently, which only made you feel those fuzzy feelings even more. 

You squirmed in his lap, you just felt so confused. He'd been so angry with you and suddenly he was being so attentive and sweet and it was hard to keep up with. 

"A-Are you still mad at me Da-," You managed to stop yourself before you let slip the name you really wanted to call Elvis, you were just nervous that he'd react badly to your headspace slipping, but Elvis had picked up on the slip nonetheless.

You knew deep down you were just being silly, Elvis had never been mad at you for regressing, only ever supportive, but with the nights events being what they were, you were in no fit state to make sense of anything, you needed your Daddy to do that for you.

And as soon as Elvis heard you almost call him Daddy, he knew he should've realised you were susceptible to this, that something as overstimulating as having you orgasm for the first time on his leg as he taunted you would send you into overdrive. 

You decided that you couldn't trust yourself to speak after almost calling the man that was lovingly rubbing your tummy as you sat on his lap in the backseat of the lavish limousine, Daddy, so you began to instinctively chew on your fingers, a bad habit that you'd adopted whenever you were feeling anxious or fuzzy.

And as soon as your fingertips met your soft pink lips, that was enough confirmation for Elvis that your headspace had dropped and that he was now not only dealing with an overwhelmed little thing that had just had her first orgasm, but one that was now in a fragile headspace that needed to be handled with nothing but love.

"Oh princess, I ain't mad atchu, could never be mad atchu after you were such a good girl fr'me." Elvis soothed, pressing a kiss atop your head before tilting his head to look down at you and check on you. "You were a really good girl, weren't you?" 

You nodded slowly, as you faced the rest of the car, away from Elvis as you rested your back to his chest, all the while he had his head tilted down so he was still able to observe your expression even if you couldn't reciprocate.

You blinked absentmindedly, as if you were in some sort of trance or a haze as you continued to chew on your fingers. 

Elvis knew you better than you knew yourself at times and he knew that you were subconsciously trying to make your head all cloudy and little so that you were able to balance out the overwhelming amounts of thoughts and feelings you'd just experienced moments prior.

"Tha's right honey, a real good girl," Elvis praised as he paused before deciding to confirm for sure if you'd dropped. "Is my princess feelin' fuzzy hm?"

You nodded albeit still absentmindedly, confirming Elvis' suspicions. "Fuzzy head Daddy." You said softly, barely audible as you momentarily stopped chewing and sucking on your fingers. 

"I know baby, Daddy's gotchu." Elvis said, kissing your cheek. He gently took his large, calloused hand and closed it around your soft, small one, prying your fingers from your mouth which caused a small whine to leave your lips. "Baby's gon' get sick if ya keep on suckin' yer fingers like that, you know I can't let that happen, don't ya?" Elvis said, and you nodded compliantly, knowing that Daddy knows best.

The drive continued for a while longer, your eyelids becoming heavy and your whole body sinking into Elvis', as your sleepy state combined with your little headspace took its toll. 

"Daddy?" You mumbled softly, turning your body and tilting your chin up to look at the man you so lovingly adored and practically worshipped.

Elvis hummed in response, smiling lazily down at you.

"Are we nearly home Daddy?" You said with a slight needy whine in your tone, not a bratty one, but just out of exhaustion.

"Soon my little love, soon. And when we get home, d'ya know what Daddy's gon' do t'ya, hm?" Elvis said, letting his finger trace your hairline, sending shivers through all down your spine and making you lean into him all the more. 

You could barely muster up the energy to respond, but you managed to, in the form of the tiniest shake of your head.

"Daddy's gon' getchu outta this pretty lil' dress and into yer favourite pajamas, tha's right honey, the ones with the lil' cartoon horses on'em, and then Daddy's gon' find yer favourite toy bunny for yer to go to bed with, then Daddy's gon' make sure yer all nice and cosy in bed with Daddy so you can fall asleep and dream about all yer favourite things because you've been such a good girl for Daddy durin' this ride home." Elvis hushed as you were almost asleep in his strong arms already.

Previously, in anticipation of your headspace dropping, you and Elvis had made a box for occasions exactly like this, with various items that you loved and cherished all packed into it, to be used for when you were feeling little, like your treasured stuffed bunny and your choice of pajamas, dresses, toys and books. 

"How does that sound hey princess?" Elvis said.

"Luff you Daddy." You babbled quietly, nuzzling into Elvis' chest as it vibrated as he chuckled at your adorable little state.

"Love you too baby, Daddy loves you too."

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[puppy-waves-art]

finally finished my base edit of my redesigns of the MLP princesses! base credit goes to sleepymoss on dA. i've been having a very hard time drawing lately, and base edits help a lot with helping me still draw while not requiring too much energy. regardless, this still took a while.

some headcanons below the cut!

each of the princesses have the colors of their eyes and some aspect of their designs influenced by major events in their life.

for cadance, this was repairing the crystal heart and saving the crystal empire from sombra (with the help of twilight, of course). this granted her the blue hue to her wings and eyes, and the blue streaks in her hair.

for twilight, this was at the same moment she became an alicorn after unlocking her true power when it came to magic; her colors were pink and orange!

for luna, she gained her silvery and blue colors when she returned to equestria and rebuilt her bond with her sister, celestia. her starry hair shifts colors and brightness based mostly on her emotions and what she's doing. during a solar eclipse, her hair is completely white and leaves a trail of shimmering dust behind her when she walks and flies. when the princesses' magic was taken by the storm king and tirek, her hair turned to just deep blue-black hair.

for celestia, this was the moment she used the elements of harmony to banish luna to the moon. she took some of the elements' power within herself, and that power just grew in the time she was raising the sun and moon on her own. this power manifests in the outer 'aura' of color in her hair, which shifts and changes color according to the time of day. her true hair is the pink and orange inner layer. when her magic was taken, the outer layer disappeared entirely, and she felt almost naked without it.

this is how they will be appearing in my next gen, as well! some aspects of their designs have been changed to fit the show style of the base, though, but i will keep those aspects a surprise <3

next up will be the mane 6 i think! probably another base edit tbh...

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[kitashousewife]

my love

an: first piece for my lovesick event! i can't wait heehee it's so cute also yeah maybe a little heids coded but !! idc

pairings: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: fluff!! lots of fluff, sakusa is shy but very sweet, uni friends to lovers, food and eating mentions, drink mentions & consumption, confession of feelings

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every week has been about the same since the new year. working at your internship, working your regular job, coming home, just to do it all again the next day. everything was beginning to blend together into a confusing haze, one where every day feels the same. january had come and gone and before you knew it, february was knocking on your door.

the past two weeks, though, things have been a bit sweeter.

it started with a small gift bag on your doormat when you arrived home after work. there was no note, no message, not even a text about it. but, after a long first day back from the weekend you brought it inside without a second thought.

you plop down on the couch and pluck out the baby-pink tissue paper to reveal a few of your favorite candies resting at the bottom of the bag. you can't help but smile, deciding to snack on one before you started dinner.

the next day you came home to a card stuck in the door, signed with only your name. while you set your things down, you opened the card to hopefully get a clue of who it's from, which causes some money flutter out.

i hope yesterday and today feel a bit sweeter. get your favorite drink tomorrow, on me.

you hum, a little confused as to who this could be. it had to be someone you knew, considering they knew where you live. your first thought was a co-worker, but that theory proved wrong when you asked them about it the next day. you considered family, but they quickly denied.

the next week is filled with other small gifts and notes. dinner from your favorite restaurant delivered shortly after you got home, a small box of chocolates, and many other little treats. it's now only a couple days before valentines, and you're itching to find out who these could be from.

"i can't figure it out 'omi," you sigh, placing your newest gift in a vase on your kitchen counter. a dozen roses, with a printed note.

because you deserve them.

"i can't recognize the handwriting, and everything arrives before i get home, so i never see them!" you huff, grabbing a couple plates out of your cupboards for the pizza sakusa brought over.

"weird," he sighs, scrolling through his phone. you shake your head.

"yeah, weird. i just don't have any clue as to who it could be. i'm not even seeing anyone,"

"trust me, i know," sakusa teases, smirking when you throw a napkin his direction. "but seriously, i'm sure you'll find out soon. it's almost valentines day."

"so?" you raise an eyebrow, reaching in the fridge for a couple drinks. "what if they continue after that, and i'm stuck in this cycle for weeks?"

he snorts. "oh man, receiving presents every day for weeks on end? how awful,"

you roll your eyes, setting his drink down in front of him. scooting next to him at the table, you sigh. he grabs you a piece of pizza, your favorite one, and nods toward the flowers.

"i bet you'll find out soon. they look beautiful, by the way."

"yeah, i hope so. and thanks, i hope i can keep them alive for more than a couple of days."

"doubt it,"

"enough about me," you wave at him dismissively, which he grins at. "what are your valentines plans this year?"

he chews for a second before deciding what to say. really, he could give this entire act up right now.

"nothing. practice and going home. we have a few away games next week,"

"lame," you tease, grabbing his used plate for him. "the famous, star athlete, sakusa kiyoomi doesn't have a da-"

"shut up," he groans. he shuffles behind you and towards the couch, before throwing himself on it. "i'm fine," he turns on your tv and gets comfortable. "by the way, i brought dessert. it's in the fridge."

"what would i do without you, 'omi? you spoil me."

that sentence echoes throughout his mind over the next day. like he said to you, the day is almost here. his last two gifts are sitting on his kitchen counter, mocking him from where they are placed. for the last two weeks, he has tried to back out. tried to stop it all, return everything to their respective stores and forget anything even happened. but this year, he didn't want to chicken out. he wanted things to be different.

thankfully, he has some teammates who feel the same way. at the beginning of the month, they helped him create this plan. two weeks of gifts, leading up to the big reveal.

"excited for tomorrow?" hinata wiggles his eyebrows as they walk out of the gym.

"excited isn't the word i would use," sakusa rasps, kicking the rocks in the parking lot.

"it's gonna be fine! nobody can resist ya, 'omi." atusmu winks, jogging ahead of the two men. "what's the gift today?"

sakusa pulls on his car door, not even looking at his teammates.

"a dress."

"the one we showed you?" hinata's head tilts to the side. sakusa nods, firing up the ignition.

"she'll love it. i'm positive."

"i sure hope so. i'll tell you guys if i hear anything," sakusa waves and shuts the door. he drives to your apartment slowly, trying to calm any nerves that he has swimming around in his stomach.

as he pulls into the parking lot of your complex, he can tell something is a little different. he grabs the box, shallow but wide, and heads up towards your door. this is for sure the most lavish of the gifts you've received thus far, as well as the largest. he adjusts the shiny red bow on the top and steps out of the elevator.

"no, nothing today. at least not yet anyway,"

sakusa stops. his heart races immediately. that's your voice, he's sure of it. she must be home early today. he turns on his heels to go back down the elevator, deciding he will wait a few minutes to deliver it.

"oh, just going downstairs to check the mail," your keys jingle in your hand as you shut your door. "mom, don't be ridiculous, i'm sure whoever it is isn't a creep," your phone is pressed to your ear. he begins to panic. he slips into the stairwell, hoping to avoid you. thankfully you head into the elevator.

he walks quickly to your door, placing the gift up against it as he has done many times before. he heads down the stairwell, slipping through one of the side entrances before reaching his car and leaving as quickly as possible.

he groans, palms sliding down his face while he waits at the red light. he thinks to the first time he met you. you sat next to him four years ago in some business class he can't remember. you seemed shy, not speaking much for the first few weeks other than to ask for a pen. after working on a group project, you finally blossomed. the two of you became quick friends. sakusa was grateful to find someone who cared about him, not his career. someone who understood what his silence meant and what his humor was. someone who appreciated him, for him.

that's what makes this so scary, he thinks. possibly losing the only person who understands.

you hang up the phone and walk to your door, almost laughing out loud when you see the box.

"of course," you mumble to yourself. possibly your last chance to catch whoever it was and you just so happened to be out. even after getting off early.

as your front door clicks shut, you walk towards your couch. this box is much nicer than anything else you've gotten. it's light, you note, and you shake it a bit. muffled sounds of paper fill your ears, quickly making you too curious. your fingers pull the red bow, putting it off to the side. when you lift up the top, you're met with a note.

be ready by tomorrow at 7. i hope you like it.

your eyebrows thread together, moving the carefully folded tissue paper back to reveal rather expensive-looking fabric. you can't help the gasp that leaves your lips when you pull it out of its confines.

a floor-length, silky, black dress with thin straps and a slit on the thigh, and just your size. it's outstanding, both in quality and appearance. you're shocked. something you've only seen in photos and on numerous pinterest boards now rests between your fingertips. your lips part as you feel the dress once more.

excitement sets in quickly after as you realize you will be soon meeting this mystery person. you scurry to your room and hang the dress in your closet like a secret, one you can finally share tomorrow evening.

sakusa is a wreck.

it's 6:40 pm, he needs to leave in five minutes, and he still isn't sure what to wear. none of his friends will answer, not even his sister. he moves things around in his closet, pulling out the suit he wore to the last event the team was forced to go to. a plain black suit with a black tie. simple, but he's out of time. you teased him about it before, and he hopes you feel different in a few minutes.

you aren't feeling much better. your hair and makeup are finished, your shoes and purse picked out, and you're just pulling the zipper up on your dress when you check the time. you have only two minutes until your mystery admirer is revealed.

your pacing is cut short when there's a knock at your door. your heart is racing, you've never felt so nervous in your entire life.

"s-sorry! i was-kiyoomi?"

you're met with your best friend, standing in front of your door in a rather expensive suit, holding a small box in his hands.

"oh my god," he breathes, taking everything in. he thought the dress may be too much, but god was he wrong. "you look...incredible."

"thanks," you mumble. you too dies on your tongue as he walks by you and into your apartment. realization hits you like a train. "wait,"

"yeah, it's me."

"kiyoomi, i don't-"

"just listen for a sec," he looks up from the box and meets your eyes, and you nod. he clears his throat.

"i just, i didn't know how else to do this. i knew that if i tried to tell you, i would just give up like every other time," he runs a hand through his hair, pouting immediately when he remembers the time it took to style it. "i thought this would be something special,"

"it is," you step closer to him, but he only fidgets with the box.

"here," he hands it to you. "this is the final one,"

you let out a small gasp. a set of earrings and a matching necklace sparkle almost instantly in the light. two simple studs and a lone diamond rest on a dainty chain. you immediately put the earrings on and pull the necklace out of the box.

"'omi, wow. these are," your voice trails off as he grabs the necklace and stands behind you. he fastens it from behind, hands shaking slightly. the diamond falls right below your collarbone.

"they match your eyes," he looks at his shoe, before looking at you. "i saw them and couldn't stop thinking about you."

"omi, i-"

"i like you. i really, really do and i just wanted to-"

"i like you, too."

he stops, mouth open. you repeat yourself and take a step towards him. you continue.

"but, i'm me and-"

"that's kind of the whole point," he grabs your hands and chuckles. "you have always cared for me, you understand me, and you don't treat me differently like others do. you get me, and i can't explain it, but i don't want anyone else."

you smile, the prettiest smile he's ever seen.

"are you asking me out?" you tease, poking the knot of his tie. he rolls his eyes.

"yes," he laughs dryly. "what do you say?"

you begin walking toward the door.

"i would love to, kiyoomi. nothing would make me happier, to be honest,"

sakusa can breathe again. he meets you at the door and takes you by the hand, finally lacing his fingers with yours.

"any other surprises?" you ask, pressing the elevator button to the lobby.

"i can't tell you."

"why not?"

he smiles, something rare and usually only seen by you.

"gotta keep you on your toes."

#heidslovesickevent #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa x reader imagine #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff

[hauntedwitch04]

Owl

Modern!Rhysand x reader

Words: about 1.0k words

Warnings: some angst but than is totally fluff and happy, rhysie is just a lovey dovey

Author’s note: Hi everybody! Sorry to be this late, life is just being crazy right now. I hope you like this, even if I know it's note exactly my best!

P.s this is the result of a sleepy trip on the train to get at uni :), like every oneshot I'm writing btw ahahah

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DAY 9: "Did you really gift me an owl?" "You love the little one from Harry Potter, so i thought it would be a good gift."

You have known Rhys since you were very young, but even today you are still sometimes amazed at the shit he can pull off.

Your father worked for his father at the Night C. Corporation, was his right-hand man, and that always allowed the two of you to hang out and play together. As you grew up then you became closer and closer, being part of the same group of friends and supporting each other in the escapes you both made from your homes, tired of the toxic environment you lived in.

You never had a good relationship with or your own, and because of that you considered her mother to be your own, since she also considered you essentially a daughter.

You were beside him in all the moments of his life, both the good and the bad. You were by his side even as he buried his mother and sister, whom you also regarded as a younger sister and loved sincerely, who died in a car accident with the father of what was once his best friend, Tamlin, who was hardly hurt in the accident.

At the funeral, you had seen him shed only one tear, a single drop of weeping had run down his face during the entire event, as he stood next to his father, who as always had a hard, impenetrable gaze, although this time in his eyes you could actually see the pain of loss. Rhys had only let himself go with you, when you had gone to his room in the evening to tell him you were going home and to say good night. He had fallen to the floor in front of you, hugging your knees as he cried in despair, immediately you had lowered yourself to his level and hugged him, letting him vent in the crook of his neck as I gently stroked his back.

Eventually you had fallen asleep hugging him as you held him close, since he had asked you to stay and if he could hold you because he needed human contact, or rather he needed to feel you close.

A few months after this had happened his father had also died, however, from natural causes, leaving him holding his entire empire when he was little more than a boy.

You even here never abandoned him and helped him to run what was left to him, and he in return had appointed you vice president. Many had not appreciated this choice, along with that of hiring his most various friends on the board, and he in response had simply fired them.

And that brings us to where we are today. You just closed a deal today with Helion, the CEO of the Day&Day Company, and in keeping with tradition Rhys gave you a gift. You had taken the rounds of giving you a gift every time someone closes a deal after you had muddled through a virtually impossible one, and Rhys wanted to thank you.

You laugh thinking about what Rhys could have gotten you; last time it was a pink cowboy hat that now hangs above your bed. You enter his studio and are greeted by an incredible image.

Rhys is behind his desk, behind a small cage, inside of which is an owl inside.

"Whose owl is it?" You ask bewilderedly, as you approach. It's really beautiful, and you can't help but touch its feathers, feeling how biting they are.

"Yours." Your friend simply says, as he walks around the table to come beside you and put an arm around your shoulders.

"Did you really gift me an owl?" Ask shocked and amused at the same time.

"You love the little one from Harry Potter, so i thought it would be a good gift." He responds as if it were the most obvious thing.

"You are not well my darling." You comment before turning to him and looking into his eyes. "Thank you, though. I've always wanted an owl, ever since I saw Harry Potter when I was little." You finish laughing as you hug him.

He returns the gesture, but not before whispering something in your ear.

"They had thought of another gift also, however, I need to know if you want it or not." Rhys says, pulling away from the embrace a little, but still holding me in his arms.

It has been a few years now that the slight boundary between friendship and something more is becoming more and more blurred, constantly flirting with each other or through gestures that blatantly no two friends would ever make, so much so that your friends do nothing but tease you.

"And what would that be?" You ask in a whisper. He adjusts a strand of your hair, then approaches your ear again.

"Well a dinner in your favorite restaurant, at seven o'clock, just you, me and a bottle of wine." He proposes, and looking into his eyes you understand perfectly that tonight the relationship between the two of you will inevitably change, you have been pretending not to know this for too many years now by covering your eyes, but at the same time you cannot wait for the moment when it will happen.

"You can count on it." You respond by leaving him a kiss on his cheek, already dreaming of receiving a different kind of kiss from him this evening.

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[giggly-squiggily]

Hii! how are you doing?

I love your fics so much, your writing skills are AWESOME!!😍

May I request Itafushi (JJK) for the Candy Heart Valentine Event? Lee Itadori and Ler Megumi with prompts "Miss You", "Say Yes", "Hug" and "Love Bug" please?

You can take your time to write this, or even decline, I would totally understand! (you maybe have a lot of other requests already hehe or if the prompts are too complicated you could choose for which one you write!)

I hope you have a nice day/evening/night and have a good time writing more awesome stuff!💞💜

Heyo friend! Aww, you are too sweet! I appreciate the kind words! I'm not gonna lie- this one got a bit angsty; but I hope you like it all the same! :D

CW: Angst

Hug: "I just want a hug!" + Miss you: "When's the last time you smiled?" + Love bug: "What's so funny?" + Say Yes: "Hey what are you- give that back!"

“Gooms…”

“No.” Megumi didn’t look up. He had a feeling whatever Itadori was about to ask would be dumb. “Ask someone else.”

When no reply came, he looked up. His heart sank immediately seeing the wounded expression Itadori wore. “Shit-I didn’t- I thought-” Megumi swallowed, turning to face him properly. “Sorry. What is it, Yuji?”

“It’s just- well..” The other teen seemed to lose his nerve, letting out a bitter laugh as he scratched at his nose. “It’s nothing. Really- sorry for bothering you-”

“No. Don’t do that.” Megumi got up, crossing the room and sitting down beside him. “Don’t shut down on me. I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have cut you off. That was wrong of me. Now..” Megumi took his shoulder, making him meet his eye. “What’s wrong?”

Itadori seemed to tense up, lips flattening in a sad line as he blinked rapidly. “I just..I just really want a hug right now.”

As if Megumi couldn’t feel any worse. Nodding, he pulled the other boy into him, fisting his jacket as Itadori let out a muffled sob. “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”

“N-no, it’s not yo-you. I’m ju-ust having a da-ay.” Itadori seemed to cling to him, his grip not much different from a child’s. “It’s been a ba-ad day…

Megumi hummed, closing his eyes as let his friend cry against him. He wasn’t good with words, so he simply held onto him until the tears stopped falling and his breaths began to regulate. 

“Feel better?” He asked after a while. When Itadori nodded, a thought crossed his mind.

When was the last time you smiled?

“Itadori…do you want me to do the thing?” It sounded so dumb out loud, but he knew his friend would understand what he meant. After a moment, Itadori nodded again.

“Okay. Tell me when to stop, alright?” Megumi gently wormed his fingers along Itadori’s ribs, keeping his touch gentle but firm. It took a few minutes, but eventually he felt the pink haired teen shaking for an entirely new reason.

Then he was giggling, a soft choked sound that stayed low and warm in Megumi’s ear as he carried on with his gentle presses. “G-Gooohohohohms!”

“What? What’s so funny?” He relaxed, happy to hear Yuji laughing. “I’m just hugging you, aren’t I? Surely it can’t be that funny.”

“Ehehehehehe! Yoohohohu’re a dohoohork!” Yuji snorted, leaning back and catching Megumi’s hands. “Oohohkay, ohohkay..thaahnk you.” He smiled, a small tired one, but a smile all the same. “ I neheheded that. Thanks, Gooms.”

“Hm-yeah, sure.” Why’d he have to look at him like that? Megumi averted his gaze as his cheeks burned, growing hotter when Yuji laughed once more. “Don’t mention it-”

Just then, the door opened- Nobara waltzing in with a flourish. “I need this! Thanks!” She called, snagging the nearest manga and running out the door. Megumi blinked a few times, then…

“Hey, what are you- give that back!” He called after her, shooting to his feet and taking chase while Yuji howled in mirth, ever amused by his friend’s antics.

Well- if it made up for the shitty day he was having, Megumi could forgive it.

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

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[desert-fern]

You’re the Only One on my Mind - Jake Seresin X Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin X Fem!Reader (Callsign: Spitfire)

Summary: Jake loses a bet to you and is forced to lip sync as punishment. Little do you both know, that evening holds far more in store than expected.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating (not Spitfire or Hangman), mentions of nightmares, fluff, kissing, me not knowing military things :)

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: So I already contributed once to @roosterforme ‘s #love is in the air tgm event, I’m Pretty Sure You’re That Love Of Mine, my Phoenix X Reader oneshot and I figured what the hell, let’s have another one. Title is from Cody Simpson’s La Da Dee. I apologize in advance for the length, it kind of ran away from me 🤷‍♀️

———

You pressed play on your phone and the opening lyrics of Cody Simpson’s song La Da Dee rang out through the rec room. Sitting back in your seat, you watched Jake closely, almost daring him to fuck up.

"There's no way to say this song's about someone else

Every time you're not in my arms

I start to lose myself."

In response, the little shit shot you a wink, green eyes dancing with mirth. You scoffed, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance, but the grin on your face gave you away.

“Someone please pass me my shades,” Hangman sang, keeping his gaze fixated on the small woman who’d put him in this position. You two had made a bet, whoever was shot down first in training had to lip sync to a song the winner chose. Clearly, the blond pilot had lost.

“Don’t be afraid, Bagman! It’s not like Rooster is recording this whole thing!” You called out over the music.

"Don’t let ‘em see me down

You’ve taken over my days

So tonight I'm going out."

The next set of lyrics passed by, and the whole group, now affectionately known as the Dagger Squadron, were grinning widely, not even trying to hide their amusement. Making direct eye contact with you, Jake continued singing, pointing at you to make sure you knew he was singing to you.

"Yet I'm feeling like

There is no better place than right by your side

I had a little taste

And I'll only spoil the party anyway

'Cause all the girls are looking fine

But you're the only one on my mind."

Biting back a grin, you shook your head. But your foot was tapping against the floor as you watched the scene unfold. “Pssst,” Phoenix hissed. “Having fun over there?”

“Loads,” you replied, your gaze still fixed on your colleague dad-dancing. At his jerky body roll, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “This is so much better than I thought it would be.”

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you”

“I bet. I can practically see you drooling,” Halo replied, leaning over Phoenix to comment. She found it hilarious. Both Jake’s bad dancing, and the fact that you refused to admit your feelings for the tall blond pilot. She was certain that they were reciprocated, after all, the Hangman wouldn’t agree to lip sync in front of the entire squadron for just anyone.

Your cheeks pinked at her words, rolling your eyes at her before returning your gaze to the man before you.

“La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.”

Jake watched the faint blush appear on your face, and it made him grin widely. He’d been watching you this whole time, making sure that you were having as much fun as he was. Of course, it would have been fun for him to win, but now, watching you try and bite back a smile, he wouldn’t have traded this situation for anything.

“All these places packed with people

But your face is all I see.”

And these words were true. You had only recently joined up with the Dagger Squadron, replacing Harvard and in that very short period of time, you had worked your way into Jake’s mind, his thoughts, and his heart.

“And the music's way too loud

But your voice won't let me be.

So many pretty girls around

They're just dressing to impress.”

The next verse passed by with Jake not really doing anything, mostly standing still. Fanboy was bopping along to the music, poking Coyote every now and then just to over exaggerate his next few dance moves when Javy looked over.

“But the thought of you alone has got me sweating, I don't know what to say next,” Jake sang. A small part of him was hoping that you knew that he meant the words he was singing. The look of joy in your eyes made him grin widely and he strutted over to Rooster and began dancing around the man just to see your reaction.

Watching the scene unfolding in front of you, you couldn’t help but laugh. You threw your head back against the couch, stifling your raucous laughter with a hand over your mouth.

Jake’s heart soared. Sitting on the couch in front of him, you had never looked more beautiful as you tried to hold in your giggles at his purposefully terrible dance moves. He could always feel your gaze on him, always in so tune with your presence that it made his skin tingle.

“I'm feeling like

There is no better place than right by your side.

I had a little taste

And I'll only spoil the party anyway

'Cause all the girls are looking fine

But you're the only one on my mind.”

Leaving Rooster alone for the moment, Hangman made his way over to you, holding his hand out as he sang the bridge of the song. You took his hand hesitantly after getting shoved by both Payback and Phoenix, and he grinned, preparing for the chorus.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you.”

With his usual self-assured behaviour, Jake spun you around, catching you when you stumbled at the suddenness of the movement, only to twirl you once more. He loved being able to hold you so closely in his arms, savouring the moment because he knew that there was absolutely no way that he would get this chance again.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you.”

Unbeknownst to the two pilots, the rest of the room was grinning, finally seeing just how perfect the pair was for each other. Bob leaned over and poked Fanboy, holding his hand up. “You owe me.”

“Fuck,” the Latino man swore, fumbling for his wallet in the bag at his feet. “How the hell did you know?”

“I watched them. Ain’t my fault you didn’t see it," Bob chuckled, pocketing the twenty Fanboy passed over.

Coyote just laughed, his gaze was still on Hangman, who’d spun you back to your seat. You landed awkwardly in your spot, ending up halfway on Payback, who just pushed you over, leading to a playful shoving match between yourself and him.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.

La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you.”

Hangman made his way around the rec room, singing loudly in the faces of Coyote, Halo, and Payback. He received a multitude of middle fingers sent in his direction, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Your face was a bright pink from both your blush and the giggles that had just died down.

Sending you a wink, Jake’s heart thrummed happily at your pinking ears, loving that he was the cause of your reaction.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.

I'll pretend the night is so beautiful

Take a photo with the bros.

La da dee

La da da doo.”

“So. Does this convince you?” Phoenix mumbled.

Your face contorted in confusion. “Convince me of what?”

“That he has feelings for you. He wouldn’t have agreed to this bet if I tried to make it with him,” Natasha replied. She could see the realisation set in on her friend’s face and smiled to herself.

“Shit.” Your eyes widened just a touch. Deep down you’d always hoped that your feelings were shared, but being confronted by the reality felt like the rug out from under your feet.

“They won't see through my disguise

Right here behind my eyes

Replaying in my mind

La dee da yeah

I'm feeling like

There is no better place than right by your side,

I had a little taste.”

And he had. Just in the last few minutes, but it was enough. Jake knew that he wanted you the moment he saw you. But you fought him on every attempt, pushing him back. It forced him to push his feelings away, to accept that you only saw him as a friend. The blush though, that confused him. Did it mean you felt the same? Did you want him the same way he wanted you?

“And I'll only spoil the party anyway

'Cause all the girls are looking fine.

But you're the only one on my mind.”

Mentally preparing himself for the last few verses, Jake glanced over to watch you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Didn’t ever want to look away. But he had to, just for a moment. He turned and began teasing Rooster, standing behind the chair the other man sat in, popping up on either side of Rooster’s head, singing loudly.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you.”

Hangman had been smacked upside the head after just one of the three final verses, so he moved on, choosing Coyote as his next victim.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.”

You and the others on the blue couch burst out laughing at the look on Coyote’s face. It was a mixture of confusion, amusement, and a whole series of others that were indecipherable, but were enough to make them laugh loudly.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

There's only me

There's only you.”

Beginning the last part of the final chorus, Jake began to spin. His arms were extended out to his sides and he spun around the room like a five year-old in a dance class.

“La da dee

La da dee doo

La da dee me

La da dee you

La da dee

La da dee doo

When you are gone I think of you.”

With a flourish, Jake stopped spinning. He wobbled a little on feet, but stood there beaming. A moment of silence took place as the other pilots made eye contact before Javy leapt up with a holler and clapped his best friend on the back. The rest of the pilots followed moments later, surrounding Hangman and teasing him for his performance, but he couldn’t find it within himself to be bothered by them. The only opinion he wanted belonged to the smallest of the three women in the room.

You watched Jake get swarmed by the other members of the squadron, opting to stand back. Your eyes met his green ones as you mouthed “You did good,” in his direction, watching as a million-watt smile overtook his face, and he let himself get dragged into the whooping and hollering from the pilots around him.

———

Hours later, you sat in the rec room, nose in your book. You had sought out the quiet of the room late at night to avoid Halo’s teasing about your reaction to Hangman’s fulfillment of the dare. Humming, you turned the page, losing yourself in the plot and characters, pausing only to take a drink from the tea sitting next to you.

A noise made you start and you quickly closed your book, suddenly on high alert. “Sorry, didn’ mean to scare you,” a familiar voice said from the doorway.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you replied. You settled back in your position on the couch, reopening your book and began to read where you’d left off.

He moved into the light, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ll pretend that doesn’t hurt,” he answered, a little more of a drawl in his voice than usual. “Jus’ me. Coulda been a murderer for all you know.”

“Hmmm…” came the wordless reply. “But it wasn’t.”

Pushing off the wooden frame, Jake padded over to the couch you sat on. You looked so calm, hair down around your shoulders, bare feet tucked under a random blue blanket. It was a sight that took his breath away. You looked beautiful even at your most relaxed. “But if it was?”

Shaking your head, you stuck your bookmark in between the pages and shut it. “If you were a murderer Jake, I would have screamed,” you replied with a soft smile. “Why are you up?”

“Mm. Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Same. And Halo is being unbearable,” you said with a small smile. A softer version of Jake sat next to you, hair fluffy from being towel dried, bare feet resting on the wood floor. It felt private. Like he had let his guard down so you could see who he really was. Not just a flight suit or service khakis and the ego that spanned for miles, but also a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, clothing of comfort and ease showcasing a different, softer person that was hidden away.

“Oh?” A blond eyebrow was raised in question, and you bit back your chuckle. “How so?”

“Just being Halo,” you said vaguely, not meeting his eyes. “You know how she is.”

“Fair enough,” Jake replied. He wondered why you didn’t meet his gaze, but chose to ignore it. “Whatcha reading’?”

You flipped the book around so he could see the cover. “Eight Perfect Murders, so you can see that I’m well prepared in case you were a murderer.”

“Huh.”

“Yep.”

Silence fell over you both for a few moments before you spoke again. “What song would you have picked if you'd won?”

Jake hummed, narrowing his gaze in faux concentration. “Don’t think I actually thought that far ahead,” he admitted, with a soft smile in your direction.

A cheeky grin overtook your face. “Does this mean you thought I was going to win from the start?” You asked, leaning forwards into his space, a hand on his knee. “Because it just further proves that I’m the better pilot.”

“You were always better,” Jake replied sincerely. “And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t.”

“You don’t need to apologise, I was always going to feel like I was pretty damn good at my job, regardless of what you thought,” you replied, waving his apology off. You pushed off his knee and settled back against the pillow behind you. “Sorry for being all up in your space.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake said. And he meant it, because holy shit, if he could get you to lean into his space again, he’d do whatever it took. “I think I would have made you lip sync to Before he Cheats.”

“Carrie Underwood?”

“You surprised?”

You paused. “Actually no, you’d think I would be, but that makes sense to me.” You placed your book on the table beside the couch. “After all, I did glitter bomb my ex’s house and car after I found out he was cheating on me with my sister.”

“Actually?” The blond man was stunned. “Who would cheat on you?” The concept seemed absurd to him, because you were his idea of the perfect woman. Sharp, skilled, smart, and could be soft if you so chose.

“That dickhead. Dude just couldn’t keep it in his pants. He actually had the balls to say that it was because I was gone all the time because of my job. I told him to kindly fuck off,” you recounted with a sharp grin. It looked predatory, and it was a look that he was used to seeing on your face. Some of the older pilots often assumed you were a secretary or on base personnel, which of course there was nothing wrong with, but it drove you crazy because you felt it negated your skills. And Jake knew that. “But he’s irrelevant anyways, so let’s not talk about that,” you said, curling in on yourself just a little. “Why are you really up?”

“You figured me out that quickly?”

You gave him a soft smile. “Your eyes wouldn’t be so bloodshot if you couldn’t fall asleep tonight. It looks like this has been going on for a bit,” you said in a tone as gentle as the look on your face. “Jake, if it’s none of my business, just tell me and I’ll drop it. But I am here if you want to talk.”

Jake sighed, shifting on the couch. “I appreciate that.” He tucked a foot under his leg and shuffled closer to the woman sitting nearby. “It’s nightmares.” His voice had dropped low, barely above a whisper as he spoke. It was almost like he was ashamed.

You hummed, nodding as you did. “Can I ask how long you have had them?”

“Since the uranium mission. I know it’s stupid and I should just suck it up because this happens to everyone and I just-” Jake rambled, running a hand through his hair and messing it up even more than it already was. He looked haggard and beaten down, like he hadn’t slept properly in a long time.

“Hey…take a breath,” you said, gently redirecting him. “You’re okay, Jake. Just breathe.” You slid closer to him, reaching for him hesitantly. You were unsure how to proceed, so you took a deep breath, watching Jake copy you. “One more.”

He did, chest heaving stiltedly as he tried to steady his breathing. Jake didn’t look at you, staring instead at his hands that shook on his lap. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. "You shouldn't see me like this."

You gave him a soft look, but in your mind, anger whirled, cursing whoever had made this man before you doubt himself and his feelings. You were angry that he had been made to feel like emotions were weakness. Taking one more breath, you reached out and grabbed Jake's hand, holding it between your own. "Hey," you said softly. "You have nothing to apologize for. Absolutely nothing. You are allowed to feel your feelings. And fuck whoever said that you couldn't."

Your words drew a wet chuckle from Jake's chest, and he leaned closer to you, seeking your warmth like a moth to a flame. He hated how vulnerable he was in this moment, hated that you, one of the strongest people he knew, had to see him so fragile. "But they were right," he mumbled.

"We all struggle, but that doesn’t mean we have to let it drag us down with it. You wouldn't tell me to suck it up, would you?” You squeezed his hand, giving him a soft smile. He shook his head, eyes fixated on the floor. “So don't tell yourself that. Just let it out.”

You were met with a wet half-smile, his green eyes gazing on you with an thankful look. “You were already stationed on the Roosevelt, so you know the jist of the mission. But when I left the carrier, there was a moment of panic. That I was going to be too late to save them,” he admitted quietly. “And I know I wasn’t, I got there. Rooster and Mav are fine, but my brain wants me to relive the situation as if I didn’t. Then in Siberia, you crashed harder than I’ve ever seen a plane crash. And you walked away, but…” He fiddled with you hand, toying with your fingers. But he wasn’t looking at you, fearing judgement.

“The ‘what-ifs’ take over,” you finished for him gently. “Those bastards love being heard.” You bit your lip, before continuing. “I understand, that mission haunts me too. Forces me to relive that moment over and over again.” A scoff left your lips, and you shook your head. “I get it, and I’m here if you need someone to talk to. Again.”

Finally, he raised his head to look at you again. “Thank you. For listening, I mean.” Jake looked nervous, like he didn’t believe that he could be vulnerable. And he tried to push the nerves away, but found that he couldn’t. Not when he was being faced with the intelligent eyes of the woman he’d slowly fallen for.

“There’s no need to thank me,” you replied. “I know you would have listened if I needed to talk. So let’s focus on something else, draw your attention away from the dreaded ‘what-ifs’. Ask me anything.”

A small grin appeared, breaking through the fear and anxiety on Jake’s face. “Anything? You might come to regret that, sweetheart.”

“Promise?”

Jake groaned, head lolling back to rest on the back of the couch. He ran a hand over his face, wiping off his tears before replying. “You will be the death of me, sweetheart,” he said, watching you closely. The spark of mischief dancing in your eyes, well, he knew that it was reflected in his own. It was a sudden one-eighty from the mood only moments earlier. “What’s the real reason you got your call sign? And don’t say your attitude, because we all know that that played a part.”

Shaking your head, you ignored the question to ask “Really? That’s your first question? Not going to go for something more hard hitting?”

“Nope, now answer it.”

“Ugh. Fine. I have a tattoo of a Spitfire on my sternum. One of the girls at basic saw it and I’ve been ‘Spitfire’ ever since,” you told him, making a gesture over your shirt showing him where it sat.

“Seriously? Why a Spitfire?”

“Yep, and it's because my grandpa flew one in Korea. It's actually the same model as the one he flew,” you told him with a soft smile.

Jake leaned forwards. “You have a photo?” He asked excitedly, almost like he couldn’t believe he didn’t know that you had tattoos.

“I do, but they’re on my phone in my room. I’ll show you tomorrow?” You replied, smiling a little. Your thumb ran over the back of Jake’s hand, offering comfort and empathy anyway you could. “But in the meantime, I have some that you can see easily. You know, if you want?”

“Where are they?” His eagerness made you laugh, a smile etched on your face.

“Come again?” You asked with a teasing smile on your lips. “Don’t think I quite heard you.”

“Come on, don’t tease me sweetheart.”

“I’m pretty sure you said that already,” you replied, a small smirk on your face. “But fine, I might as well. Here.” You pushed the blanket off your lap and pulled up the bottom of your loose sleep shorts to reveal a large and ornate foliage-covered dagger on your thigh. “This was the first tattoo I had done.”

Jake reached out, finger tracing the fine lines of the hilt. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to do such a thing, but now that he had and felt the warm skin beneath his palm, he wasn’t regretting it.

You shivered as Jake traced the outline of your tattoo. Catching his hand once he’d gone around a few times, you gave him a gentle look. “Slow down, Bagman. You keep that up and you won’t get to see the others.”

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled, but he didn’t look sorry for his teasing.

You only winked at him, before pulling up the hem of your shirt, revealing the tan skin underneath and Jake was pretty sure that he’d died and gone to heaven at this point. Written in a cursive font on your hip were the words ‘She flies by her own wings.’ On the other side, just below your ribs, in a typewriter font sat the words ‘I Dare You,’ and Jake couldn’t help but laugh at how fitting the words were. “What are you laughing about?” You asked, a smile evident in your voice.

“Just how fitting this one is,” the man replied, brushing his thumb over the skin, grinning when he felt you suck in a breath at the gentle touch. “No wonder you got ‘Spitfire’ as a call sign.”

You huffed a laugh, still hyper aware of Jake’s touch on your skin. Each pass of his thumb only burned his touch into you, setting your body alight. “Guess so,” you hummed, trying to slow your breathing, hoping that he hadn’t noticed.

“You have any more?”

“A few, but only two that I can show you without undressing.” You turned your head to the side, folding your ear over to reveal a silhouette of an old Spitfire plane, but underneath that, was the image of a ghost, acting as the shadow. “I got this just after I made my old squadron straight out of flight school.”

A feather-light touch to the skin made you shiver once again. “Squadron six sixty-six?” Jake mumbled from just behind you, sending sparks down you spine and making you squirm.

“Mhmm, first pilot to do that in the time that squadron has been active. Showed up my entire class, that’s how I knew I was the 1%,” you replied with a breathy chuckle. “Took a lot of extra work, but it got me here, so…” you trailed off, shrugging.

“It was clearly worth it,” Jake finished. “Don’t you have the triple sixes on your hand as well?”

“I have the VFA call code for that squadron on my ankle, if that’s what you mean,” you hummed, turning back to face Jake only to have your nose brush his with how close he was. “Oh…”

“Sorry, I’ll…” Jake whispered, shifting backwards just enough to create a few inches of space between you.

You reached out, cradling his jaw and smiling as he leaned into your touch. “Don’t,” you whispered back. “Don’t move. Please.”

“Are you sure?” Jake held his breath, and prayed that he wasn’t reading this the wrong way. Sitting so close to you, he could see the many colours in your eyes, smell the perfume that was so uniquely yours that he swore he could pick it out of a crowd.

“Mhmm… I’m sure.” You watched his eyes flick down towards your lips, and back to your eyes before repeating the motion. You watched him closely, still aware of his hand on your jaw where it had drifted after investigating the ghost tattoo. “What are you thinking?” you whispered.

“How much I want to kiss you, and if I do, hoping you won’t slap me,” the blond chuckled awkwardly.

Tilting your head slightly, you leaned forwards and pressed a barely-there kiss to his lips. “Still afraid?” you asked, pulling back to catch the stunned look on his face.

Jake blinked in surprise. It felt like his brain had shut down at the feeling of your lips against his and he wanted to feel this way forever. “No, no. Not at all,” he finally replied.

At his words, a blinding smile appeared on your face and you placed your hand on his cheek, running your thumb along his cheek bone. “Shall I do it again?”

“Please.” And this time, Jake was the first to lean in, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. His heart soared, and he did his best to pour as much emotion into the gesture as he could, if only because he feared he would never get this chance again. When he did pull away, Jake felt your forehead lean against his, your eyes closed. “Okay, so I’m definitely doing that again.”

You laughed lightly, your eyes opening to gaze softly at the man in front of you. “Soon?”

“Hell yeah.” His eager reply sent you both into quiet giggles.

You fell silent, just savouring the newness of the moment they were in. “If you told me eight years ago,” you began, “That I’d be kissing the single most cocky pilot I’ve ever met, I’d tell you that you were insane. Especially since I punched the last one that tried something with me.”

Your honesty had Jake huffing a laugh. “Why does that not surprise me?”

“Because I punched you in the nose after you insulted me.”

“That would do it,” he mumbled, gaze slipping to your lips once more. “C’mere.” Jake’s hands slid to your hips, pulling you forward and onto his lap.

You let out a slight gasp, hands scrambling for purchase against his chest as you straddled him. “Jake.”

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“Just kiss me.”

And kiss you he did.

———

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!

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[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Crack/Suggestive🍧🍭

▶️: what you want for christmas - quad city dj's, 69 boyz, & k-nock

“LICK MY BALLS AND I’LL START HOLLIN’ LIKE, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!”

Nahoya basically screamed out as his brother Souya trailed behind him just looking like he wanted to disappear into thin air.

You walked next to your own twin who had a mischievous grin mirroring Smiley’s on her face.

“Oh no…I’m covering my ears now.” You placed both on either side of your head on top of your pink ear muffs.

“LICK THE BOOTY, YOU’LL HAVE ME SQUALLIN’, LIKE LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!” 

Once her mouth closed, you shot her an irritated and embarrassed look.

“You do know that children live in this neighborhood, right?” 

She shrugged with her smile never faltering.

“You know what I always say. Fuck them kids.” 

Not having the mental capacity to uphold this conversation, you gravitate to Souya’s side.

He looked down at you with his typical angry expression plastered across his face, but his cheeks were tinged the slightest bit pink.

“Can we please pretend that we don't know them? Better yet, let’s drop them off at the homeless shelter around the corner. I'm sure the residents there would enjoy two clowns for entertainment.”

You laughed out loud at his suggestion causing the wrinkles in his forehead to visibly relax.

“That's not a bad idea, actually. Though on the other hand, if they get thrown out we'll have a major complaint from the city to deal with.” 

“Yeah, you're probably right about that.” Souya scratched the side of his fluffy blue head.

You and your twin, S/N, had been knowing Nahoya and Souya Kawata for some years now.

After a particularly long, drawn-out meeting of your all-girl biker gang, the two of you decided to grab something to eat one night, thus causing you two to stumble into their restaurant. 

Nahoya was quick to engage the both of you in conversation as both brothers worked on preparing your orders.

When they saw your gang jackets, they began telling you stories of their glory days when they were both known as The Twin Devils.

Ever since then, the four of you had been inseparable.

Which is why you're now all out trekking through a light snowfall in your old neighborhood, singing Christmas carols to inspire some holiday joy.

Well, you don't know what Nahoya and S/N are singing…

“If you two are done sharing a brain cell, we can hit up the next street over.” You said with a shake of your head. Long tresses flipped over your shoulders with the movement.

“Don't be a buzzkill, N/N! We’re just having a bit of fun!” 

“Yeah, N/N! Listen to your sister!” Nahoya chimed in when no one asked.

“Why should I? I'm the older twin and the captain!” You laughed.

The four of you rounded the corner. Every porch was decorated in multicolored Christmas lights with beautifully ornate wreaths attached to the doors.

You and S/N didn’t bring your bikes since Nahoya insisted on driving you all in his brand new, shiny black Cadillac truck which he'd left parked on this street and dared somebody to touch.

“These Christmas carols are for old people. It’s time to make things a bit more interesting.”

“More interesting than what you two were just doing?” Souya complained with a roll of his eyes.

Smiley just ignored him and, with that signature grin of his, pressed play on the radio in the car:

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

You almost screamed when Nahoya hopped up on the roof of the truck and started dancing, scared that he was going to fall.

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Look here Santa Claus, this the deal

On Christmas, you got to keep it real

Imma go to da club on Christmas Eve 

And when I come home I wanna see,

Gifts underneath my Christmas tree

With a big booty girl that you left for me

Stockings on my fireplace

Full of that eggnog alizé

And if it ain’t too much to ask

Can you leave me a lil extra cash?

Cause I ain’t gone lie

All these Christmas lights got my light bill high”

You and Souya just looked on in slight astonishment as Nahoya belted out the lyrics like second nature, while also rolling his hips and popping his dick…

S/N started laughing and dancing on the side of the truck.

“I ain’t got no chocolate chips

To go along with no glass of milk

But I got some chips and dip, baby” 

Kool-Aid to sip, baby”

He had an arm thrown behind his peach-colored head as he dipped his pelvis back and forth.

“Imma leave the club at a quarter ‘til four

And all I wanna see when I hit the door

These twelve things on my Christmas list

And it goes a lil something like this:”

“Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em I guess.” You grinned at Souya who blushed again then shrugged.

You started shaking your tambourine and hitting it against your open palm while Souya started beat-boxing into his hands.

“I want a 12-disc changer

11 filly blunts

10 karat gold

9 Sega tapes

8 gold teeth

7 pairs of jeans

6 pack of beer

He paused dramatically, 

“5 fresh gold chainnnnnns”

Souya snorted hard into his hands, making you giggle.

“4 thirty smokers

3 pack of draws

2 girlfriends

With a Cadillac to put it all in!”

You turned to Souya with a smile, “Hey player, what you gonna get her for Christmas?”

He immediately responded, “Girl, what you gonna get that boy?”

“OH BABY, BABY!” Nahoya screamed out.

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on now!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Ride out now!)

I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that

I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!

“Say what?!”

S/N jumped in with the next verse:

“Christmas Day, the birth of Christ, no doubt

That’s what it’s all about

Smiley stop the beat for a sec

Show some respect

You all paused before resuming.

“Santa Claus, what’s up with you?”

Tell S/N what you gone do

Cause I want everything I say

When I wake up on Christmas Day

Help me out if you can

Cause I need a real good man

Cute with a whole lot of cash flow

Standing underneath my mistletoe

And it ain’t no ifs, ands, or no buts

Gone and fill my stocking up

With a lot of shoes, a lot of clothes

A lot of cash, a lot of gold

S/N want a lot of stuff

So if you think you got enough

Get ready, cause my Christmas list

Goes a lil something like this:”

“You better be taking notes, Smiley.” You giggled. He just continued grinning while Souya and you squatted down and rode the beat with her.

“I want 12 hundred dollars

11 pairs of shoes

10 fingernails

9 packs of weave

8 male strippers

7 bus passes

6 diamond rings”

She paused just like Smiley had,

“5 months free reeeent!” 

The three of you burst out laughing at her.

“4 bangles

3 pocketbooks

2 earrings

And a man with a lot of money!”

“I’m right here, baby!” Smiley threw his arms in the air.

“Oh baby, come on!” You and Souya started bumping elbows and rolling your hips like Smiley was while S/N twerked against the passenger side door.

Some of the houses’ lights flicked on and a few people even came outside to dance with you all.

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on!

Ahh, baby baby!

Come on now!

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

(Come on come on come on!)

What you gonna get her for Christmas?

Girl, what you gonna get that boy?

—-

After your little performance, one of the neighbors offered to fix you all a plate of cookies and some hot cocoa since they were so entertained by your display.

Your sister went along with the twins to help them carry the stuff out while you sat down in Smiley’s truck to catch your breath and put your tambourine away. You would need it for church on Sunday.

You knew it had to be getting extremely late now since the houses started to go dark. Nobody wanted a high ass light bill to pay in January.

The driver side door opened and a weight settled into the seat beside you. As you turned your head, the light over your head had already gone dark again, preventing you from seeing who it was.

When you felt a soft brush of curls against your cheek and the deep smell of men’s cologne you certainly knew  that it wasn’t your sister.

“Hey, took you long enough. Where’s S/N?”

He just chuckled and palmed your chin, bringing it up so he could breathe his warm breath over your glossy lips.

“Don’t worry, my brother is keeping her occupied.”

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x black reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x black reader #tokyo revengers x black y/n #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata x black reader #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata x black reader #kawata twins #angry x reader #smiley x reader #i've been wanting to write this SO damn bad #i heard this song while driving home from the grocery store LMAO #sincember #⋰❄︎gotta sin to win❄︎⋱ #happyhornydays #💗💗🍡°my fics #💗💗🍡°tr masterlist #byp 🌹holiday event #byp 🌹2023 events #byp🌹

[l1tw1ck]

Just Come Inside

Ayato's words repeat on a loop inside Thoma's head. 'Just come inside', 'Just come inside', 'Come inside', 'Come inside'

Bottom!FTM Ayato x Top Thoma

[Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Con to Non-Con, Ignored Safeword, Dacryphilia, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Forced Pregnancy

📝 872 Words | Reader Discretion is Advised

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"The best part is, the cat didn't do anything, I messed up the house all by myself!" Thoma tells the taller man in front of him a funny story.

Ayato leans against the wall and listens dutifully, liking the sound of him talking. Although after a while, his attention diverted down to Thoma's lips, then to his strong arms, and further down to his crotch.

Ayato leans against the wall and listens dutifully, liking the sound of him talking. Although after a while, his attention diverted down to Thoma's lips, then to his strong arms, and further down to his crotch.

"Then the owner came and picked her up, they were-" Thoma stops, noticing the blush on Ayato's cheeks and where his gaze lies. "Um, Waka?"

Ayato lifts his head up. "Thoma, why don't we continue this in my room?" He asks. They've been flirting for a while but neither one made any further advances until now.

Thoma blushes. "Why..?"

He grabs the collar of Thoma's shirt and pulls him into a sloppy kiss. "Why do you think? Don't be nervous, just come inside." Ayato pulls him to his bedroom.

Ayato's words repeat on a loop inside Thoma's head. 'Just come inside' 'Just come inside' 'Come inside'

The commissioner snaps Thoma out of his trance by pushing him onto his bed. "I hope I'm not forcing you to do this, Thoma."

Thoma shakes his head quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at Ayato. "No- I- I'll gladly have sex with you, Waka."

Ayato smiles and starts to remove his clothes. Thoma remains still, mesmerized by the sight before him. Every piece of clothing being taken off his body with grace, his slender fingers working overtime to undress himself.

"Take your clothes off too, Thoma." Ayato chuckles.

Thoma nods and quickly removes his own clothes, keeping his dog tag on.

Ayato looks at the blond's hard-on, not expecting him to be this big. "Before we start, I just want to add an extra measure in case something happens. An extra measure as in a safe word."

Thoma nods.

"I like rough sex but if it goes south, I'll say 'boba' and you have to stop. And you have to pull out before you come, okay?"

"Of course." Thoma stands and holds Ayato's waist, picking him up and near slamming him onto his bed. He presses kisses along Ayato's neck and rubs his clit before sliding two fingers inside him.

"Waka.." Thoma starts. "Can you call me daddy?"

Ayato flushes pink. "Okay...daddy."

Thoma groans, his cock somehow getting harder. He pulls his fingers out and prods his dick against Ayato's entrance. "Can I?"

Ayato nods, closing one eye and bracing for the stretch. Thoma slowly pushes inside and bites his lip. "You're so tight–" He hisses. "You feel so good, Waka."

Ayato moans and grips Thoma's shoulders, shutting both his eyes as Thoma starts to fuck him at a brutal pace.

"Ye- yes- ooh~ daddy~!" Ayato digs his nails into Thoma's skin.

Thoma buries his head in Ayato's neck, kissing and sucking gently enough to not make marks.

Ayato wraps his legs around the blond's torso, shaking and whining in pleasure. "Lik- like that~! Yes-!"

Thoma slams into the commissioner's g-spot, bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm.

"You're close, aren't you?" Thoma's thumb moves to Ayato's clit.

Ayato chokes out a gasp. "Ye- yeah-" His voice increases in pitch. "'M gonna co- come da- daddy~" Ayato arches his back and comes.

"Fuck– you're squeezing my cock so tight-" Thoma bites his lip and pulls away from Ayato's neck to look at his expression. As he stares at his boss' pretty face, all he can think about is those words he said earlier.

"Just come inside."

Thoma grips Ayato's waist. "I'm gonna come too– gonna come inside you-"

Ayato's eyes widen. "Thoma!" He slaps the blond's arms. "Boba!" He repeats it over and over but Thoma ignores him.

Ayato doesn't bother yelling for help, his room is soundproof, he just hopes Thoma will stop.

"Gonna breed you, baby, fill you up and give you my babies." Thoma kisses Ayato's forehead then moves down to lick his tears. "You're pretty when you cry.."

"Thoma please! In the future, we can have kids but not now! I can't-"

"Shh, you're gonna be such a good mother." Thoma takes Ayato's legs and forces him into a mating press. "Gonna look so pretty when your stomach starts growing, all swollen and full of my kids.."

Ayato starts to feel sick. "Please..."

"You want that, don't you?" Thoma's thrusts start to slow down as he reaches his peak.

Before Ayato can make a response, Thoma brings him into a messy kiss as he buries himself and his seed deep into the man beneath him.

Thoma pulls away and brings Ayato's legs down, moving him onto his side and cuddling him while staying inside him. "Don't worry, Ayaka will take over for you."

It's not like Ayato doesn't want kids but he enjoys his job too much to settle down now, he doesn't want that taken away from him so early.

But now there's nothing he can do, now he just has to have Thoma's child. Maybe it won't be so bad, Thoma's a nice guy, Ayato likes Thoma. This is the only bad thing he's done to him, and maybe it's not really bad.

Maybe it's a blessing.

#wicks🕯works #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #thoma x ayato #top thoma #thomayato #thoma smut #bottom kamisato ayato #sub ayato #ayato smut #ayato x thoma #wicks🕯️events

[starfoxnerd4instinct]

Fuck it, 2am Luke hcs, here we go! (Slight NSFW mention for like two things, but you have been warned!)

Deadass an animation film/series fan and has stayed up late for binges and new releases. No one has probably noticed that bc he usually has at least downed one 1.5 l cola during that and is surprisingly good at hiding being tired. Although... His eyebags usually give it away 🤣 And definitely drags anyone into a new animation movie he's interested in.

Surprisingly he CAN stomach Horror game speedruns, but not playing them himself. So if you want some horror stuff to watch with him, Speedruns from the Crypt in the GDQ Hotfix or just the horror block during speedrun events are your best bet to watch with him. But definitely be prepared to have literally any attempt on fucking him to do nothing. He's too concentrated on the run.

Last part's definitely the same with E-Sport competitions. If EVO or anything similar is on, you can definitely keep those naughty thoughts for at least 5 hours on the back burner. But at least it's even better afterwards.

Definitely too many graphic tees in his wardrobe, especially from games he likes or just some hilarious ones. So you might end up stealing a shirt from a game you don't know or something stupid like a neon pink shirt with Black was sadly sold out print on it or even a GDQ shirt.

Might not really admit it, but no way he wouldn't be a Vocaloid fan. Favorite producer? DIVELA. And definitely made the mistake of going through Beat Syncer and Is there a Heart in it? with translation. He was weeping during those songs (and can admit to that). Has an Sakura Miku chibi charm and a Hatsune Miku logo charm on the zipper of his bag.

Loves animals in general. Like you can send him a pic of a cute cat or a dog and he goes Aww! immediately. But definitely has a slight fear of spiders.

Definitely in the Bi-Pan spectrum and wouldn't be against a poly relationship, just be able to communicate properly and treat people like people and you have his heart. Also, loyal as hell, so cheating is going to hurt him like crazy.

Bro would take his s/o to Hado-Pizza for dates and it's perfect for him. No fancy stuff, just his s/o, him and some bomb ass pizza is all he needs. Same with Arcade dates and just lazy days at either his or his s/o's place.

Is at tournaments usually the one friendly guy who cheers for everyone, even if he's already out of the competition. He just has fun and is literally the positive energy in the room, even if someone with a character he hates to play against wins. Luke definitely appreciates skill before anything.

We don't need to discuss this bc of the current TMNT Collab, but Luke's definitely a monster at karaoke. Like, he let's everyone else have their go before he just goes ham. He's also cheesy AF when his s/o tags along, like singing cheesy love songs while either sitting next to his s/o or constantly looking at them cheesy. And you can't tell me he doesn't know Next to me by Leopold Da Vinci & Louis 707 by heart. Besides that, screamed himself hoarse to Smell of the Game, Find your One Way, DEVIL TRIGGER, Bury the Light or any other gaming OST featuring rock and metal.

Luke's also regularly the designated driver when going out with othes, bc you can seriously trust him to keep an eye out on everyone.

#street fighter 6 #luke sullivan #sf6 luke #luke street fighter #luke sf6 #headcanons

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Hi! Can I get poly Blu Heavy and Medic with their cute fem S/O on a romantic valentine's date night? Perhaps with just a smidgen of dollplay sprinkled in?

"First Valentine's" Poly Blu Heavy and Medic x F!S/O (Valentine's Event 2024)

I SUPPOSE SO. You're just so tiny and lovable, they gotta be careful with you tho! This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event!

TW: suggestive, doll play

Valentine's Day isn't a big holiday in Germany and it's still rather new in Russia. However, being amongst their American peers and now their little partner from the United States- Ludwig and Misha understood the importance of it's celebration. The two brainstormed ideas. From paper hearts to actual hearts to attempting to bake goods... While they could seek out Spy for advice, it wouldn't be as special as them putting things together.

While some may picture a fancy restaurant or outing, the two figured their plans would be better suited with privacy. A rarely used section of the base, the insurance that none of the numbskulls they worked with would bother them- Ludwig already has your measurements. Misha picked out the dress itself, knowing the doll-like frills you enjoy. It reminded him of the chocolate boxes with reds and deep browns that would compliment your eyes.

You would wake that morning with the dress in a box in front of your door in the base. A note to be ready to be picked up for dinner. This was the sort of thing you'd discussed in passing fancy, along with more... intimate aspects of being dressed up. That was for later. For now, you got to marvel at the way this dress hugged your curves and made you feel delicate. If nothing else came from Valentine's Day, this would be more than enough.

When the pair came to pick you up, Misha would quite literally sweep you off your feet, "Dolls deserve to be carried, da?"

While you were acutely aware of how strong the Heavy was, implied by the name, the way he lifted you like you weight nothing... Sends a streak up your spine.

"He's been waiting all afternoon you know." Ludwig teased, "And now we've come to take you away~ The scary men and their evil machinations!"

"Personally, I could think of several evil machinations I'd like you to put me in!" You pretended to go faint and limp in Misha's arms with a heavy sigh. The Russian man let you bounce in his arms before kissing your cheek. You could feel the light stubble against your skin.

"Little minx." Ludwig leaned to you, clicking his tongue, "Whatever will we do with her, Misha my love?"

"Dunno, Doctor... Keep her forever for us! We might have to eat her for rations in the winter. So sweet!" He mocked as though he was going to bite into your neck, causing you to playfully shout. They were definitely your dorks.

You noted as you walked that the hallways had become more twisting and long. Unfamiliar. It wasn't surprising, the base was still so new to you overall. Yet you were feeling further and further away from everyone else. It was exciting given how little privacy there could be at moments. No one could hear you scream, so to speak.

Misha gently allowed your feet to touch the ground as you entered what appeared to be a private office. It was a reasonable size, cleared out save for a table, chairs and decorations. Red and pink hearts had been crudely cut out of paper and posted to the walls. A cheesy cupid in the corner. It was... goofy. And so, so genuine. Chocolates and smaller meal pieces had been placed out over the table. All things you liked.

"All this for me, boys?" You twirled your skirts in a flourish, "You shouldn't have!"

"You like the dress, I take it?" Ludwig was already taking the opportunity to put his hands to your waist. Physical affection was a love language you they showered you with constantly. He leaned to kiss your cheek, mischief in his eyes, "All this food and suddenly I want something else-"

Misha wasted no time in clapping his hands over his doctor's shoulder, "Not yet. That is... later." He wasn't going to pretend his intentions were utterly pure himself. Already in his mind he'd been thinking of different positions to have you in between them...

Yet you were already flush and fumbling, "Yes- I- Uh-huh, the dress!" They both thought it was just so cute how confidently you could speak until push came to shove.

Next Misha looked to you, a hand under your chin, "How is this?" You knew what he meant. How did they do?

A smile, "It's perfect. This is... This is so nice-" You could feel yourself getting a little emotional. A deep breath. No crying today. Your hands went to the hem of your dress and you swished back and forth.

"You are beautiful, like always." Misha complimented.

Ludwig was already eating a piece of chocolate, "Tell her something she doesn't already know! But, yes, you are always beautiful. This merely acc-sentuates it. Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, both of you."

#foxy valentines event #blu heavy #blu medic #tf2 blu medic #tf2 blu heavy #x reader #foxwriting #i'm doing my best to keep up i have porridge brain rn

[havecourage-darling]

Right Side Up // 1

Princess Peach Series

|| Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter two: If I only could >>

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: ~5.8k

warnings: cursing, mild smut, S4 spoilers, angst with a happy ending

A/N: Hello everyone! So, here she iiiiis - I've had a lot of people ask if I'd be writing a S4 follow along and ta-da! (There should be 6 chapters total.) I'm keeping it in the Princess Peach world, meaning the reader is a Henderson. If you have not read any of the other installments in this series, I personally think you'd still enjoy this but you might be a little confused. Being totally up front, this is absolutely a fix-it fic, Eddie did not die and I have no idea what you're talking about canon, okay cool. Now that we're all on the same paaage...

Chapter One: If I only could

“Are you the prettiest baby in the whole world?” You asked the wide brown-eyed stare focused on you. “Who’s the bestest boy? Oh, yes, it’s you!”

“If you keep that up, I’m going to get jealous,” Eddie said from his trailer door. You ignored him and Frank – Eddie’s neighbor’s dog who stayed over occasionally – went belly up. His muzzle was now littered with white hair but his waggling tail and endearingly excited pants made your heart melt.

“Oh, you’re so handsome, what a good boy,” you cooed, fingers scratching at his pink stomach. One of his little legs twitched happily as your nails caught the right spot.

Eddie’s mouth twisted into something achingly familiar and his eyes glinted. “That’s what you say to me when you lick my-”

“Edward!”

A flash of your events this morning crossed your mind and Eddie smirked. “And I’m the pervert?” He said knowingly.

You shot him a glare, one that he knew you meant: behave.

Eddie’s laughter floated over to you and you rolled your eyes, pulling Frank into your lap. You laid down, sprawled onto a blanket that you kept in Eddie’s van, and bathed in the first warm sunny day in a while. The wind still had a bite to it at night but the afternoon sun was just enough to lull you into a nap.

“So,” Eddie said, settling down next to you, with two glasses of water. You gratefully took one and drank half in one go. “Spring break is soon.”

And it couldn’t come soon enough. You’d been swamped with papers and last-minute homework assignments for the entire week. Submitting your last paper tonight would be the last thing you’d have to do before being blissfully worry free for the entire week to come.

“Thank God,” you muttered, “I don’t want to look at a goddamn economics book again.”

No matter how much Sienna promised you that you’d eventually get it – econ was something dragged up from the seventh layer of hell.

“Spring break is only a week sweetheart. You’ve still got half a semester to go.”

“Never. Again,” you said, pushing out your bottom lip. As predicted, Eddie swooped in and kissed you. Smiling into it, he kissed you once more before leaning back. His hand came down to rub Frank’s velvety ear.

“So, how about we go somewhere for our anniversary?”

“This far in advance?” You asked, looking up at him and shrugging. “I guess we could make reservations for September now.”

“What?” Eddie blinked at you, confused. “Our six-month anniversary, Peach.”

The warm breeze hit the trees behind you, the leaves creating a glittering cascade of sunbeams as they shook. Eddie’s hair fluttered over his shoulders and you got the urge to curl a finger around a strand.

“Next week?” You asked, attention coming back to him. “Do you want to do something special?”

“Well, you just seem so excited,” Eddie said, pretending to be hurt.

Laughing, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek in mock apology. “I’m so sorry, wonderful boyfriend of mine, of course I’d like to do something with you.”

“That sounded better but you could still work on the delivery,” Eddie retorted, “it sounded a little sarcastic.”

Raising a brow, Eddie tried to fight his smile but you saw it anyway. “What are we doing?”

“More like where are we going?”

Perking up, you placed Frank onto the ground between you and crossed your legs. “Eddie.”

“Princess,” he said, his goddamn smug smile making your stomach flip in excitement.

Plucking some of the blades of grass from the ground you chucked them at him. “Where are we going?”

Eddie shot you a look as he pulled them out of his hair. “Gareth’s uncle has a cabin in the woods a few towns over, by that big lake,” Eddie snapped his fingers as if he’d forgotten the name.

“Lake Monroe?” You squeaked, having always wanted to go there. Nancy and Mike had gone like four summers ago and it was beautiful. She swore you’d love it, the hiking trails looked amazing.

“That’s the one,” Eddie smiled at your excited bounces, “his uncle is loaded and has some big house by the lake. It’s got like three floors and a pool.”

Holy shit, you don’t think you’d ever been in a house that big.

“Eddie, don’t mess with me,” you said, pressing your hands together.

“I would never sweetheart,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. “Gareth says he’s in Europe or something for work. I already talked to Keith and for a very humble exchange he agreed to give you Sunday through Thursday off.”

What? Eddie had talked to Keith for you? Shit – sometimes even you were afraid of Keith and you were probably his favorite. Well…his least hated.

“You braved Keith for me?” You asked, touched.

Eddie snorted. “Once I showed him how much I was willing to bargain for, he accepted pretty easily,” he said.

“Still,” you insisted, he’d been planning this for some time if everything seemed set in stone. “I can’t believe you did that for me.”

“What can I say?” Eddie said, buffing his nails and grinning at you. “I’ll do anything for my warrior princess.”

“My hero,” you swooned, throwing your arms around him and squeaking when he fell onto his back, “if this is what you’re planning for six months, what’s a year going to look like?”

“I’ll get you a flight to the moon,” Eddie joked. “Fleetwood Mac will be there with some pizza ready for a private concert.”

“Would we be alone?” You asked, realizing you weren’t sure if any of your friends were invited.

“On the moon? I’d hope so.”

You smacked his shoulder. “At the lake, dork.”

Eddie’s brows wiggled. “Can’t wait to have your way with me huh? Don’t worry, the house is on directly on the lake and the nearest neighbors are like three miles down the road. You can scream all you want and no one will hear us,” he said, nipping at the underside of your jaw.

“That’s not what I meant,” you said, pinching his side.

He jumped and shot you a glare. “Why is it always violence with you?”

“You love it,” you said, squeezing his shoulder three times – the words left unsaid. Eddie’s playful glare softened into something familiar, something he’d shown you since the first month you’d started dating. Sometimes you thought you’d explode with how much you loved him. The way your heart sped up when you were with him was ridiculous and probably unhealthy.

Eddie’s eyes trailed down your face, his hand coming up from your waist to cradle your cheek. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip and you nipped at the pad. His eyes darkened and you saw the words reflected back at you. Heart singing, you let him pull you down into a slow kiss.

“Yeah,” he said, lips tracing what he couldn’t say onto your skin, “I do.”

This was the first and last time you offered to swap early morning shifts with Keith. You groaned as you started sorting through the returns.

“Remind me why we said yes to a Thursday morning shift?” You called out to Steve, who was half asleep next to the computer.

Well, you knew Keith had you where he wanted you – at his beck and call until your last shift on Saturday. He’d been sure to let you know he’d graciously allowed the time off on short notice because of your strong work ethic. Robin had laughed so hard he’d heard from his office.

“Because we’re money hungry, Keith sucks, and Robin has school,” he groaned, rubbing sleep from one of his eyes. “I will give you all the money from my next paycheck if you go across the street and get us coffees.”

You snorted so hard you almost choked. “Tough sell Harrington. You’re closer to the door.”

“You’re the better person,” Steve huffed.

“I am,” you agreed, laughing when he shot you a look. “Uh, Steve?”

“What?” He said, voice muffled as he hid his face into his elbow.

“Is that cheerleader walking towards us Chrissy Cunningham or am I hallucinating without the caffeine in my bloodstream?”

Steve sat up, squinted, and turned towards the windows. “Oh shit, it is.”

“Fuck, do you see Carver around? He’s just like fucking Tommy,” you hissed, hating the little spark of panic you felt in your stomach. It was too early to start a fight.

“No, she’s alone, oh shit – she’s really coming this way,” Steve said scrambling up and trying to look like you both weren’t just gawking at her.

The bell above the door rang as she pushed it open, a bright smile erupting on her face. Her eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Hi,” you said stupidly.

“Hi! Good morning!” She grinned, waving at a stunned Steve. You kicked him under the counter and he grunted.

“Hey,” he said. You shot him a look – smooth, Harrington.

“Can I help you find something?” You asked, a little thrown by her sunshine energy. Something…felt off about her. Trying your best to look nonchalant, you took in her jittering leg and wringing hands.

Chrissy’s face turned a fascinating beet red and you glanced at Steve who shrugged. “Um, I was actually looking for Eddie,” she mumbled, eyes widening even further.

“Oh,” you blinked, “well, um, he’s not here? He’s probably just waking up to be honest. He doesn’t really hang around here during the mornings. I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon.”

Her eyes shifted and you felt a surge of possessiveness.

“He’s my boyfriend so, if you’re here to set up some prank I can assure you that I won’t take kindly to it. I’m not someone you want to piss off either.” You felt Steve come up behind you, his foot nudging yours.

Chrissy’s eyes jerked up to yours and she shook her head earnestly. “I wouldn’t do that, I swear!” She turned her eyes to Steve and he nudged you again. “Really, I promise.”

And for some reason – you believed her.

“Oh, well, he’s um…not here,” you finished lamely. Chrissy scuffed her shoe on the carpet and you winced as an awkward silence settled. Steve cleared his throat after a beat and Chrissy jumped as if she’d been poked. Why did she look so spooked? You glanced at the doors, looking for anyone waiting for her. If you hadn’t been so thrown off, you’d say she looked…scared.

Her eyes darted around the store nervously. “He talks about you a lot, you know? I’ve seen you at the movies with him. You both make a cute couple,” she said, expression shifting to something soft.

“Oh,” you said, scratching at the back of your neck, “thank you.” What the hell did you say to something like that?

She leaned in closely, eyes anxiously on Steve. “I’m, um, looking to buy,” she whispered. You bit back a laugh, not wanting to come off rude but you doubted that Chrissy knew how to even roll a joint. Shit, you barely knew how to roll one.

“I don’t help Eddie out with that side of his business,” you said and you didn’t. Eddie was trying to save up as much as he could for a new apartment, one you had an inkling he was going to ask you to move into eventually. Which, was probably why he was taking so long to save.

You knew he felt embarrassed at being known as the local drug dealer no matter how many times you assured him otherwise. He was waiting for graduation to find a better job - you thought he’d like the record store downtown. Either way, Eddie rarely let you come with him to deliver and even less to stock up again.

“He actually had a gig a town over so that’s probably why you haven’t seen him,” you said. “I’ll tell him to keep an eye out for you. He’ll bring you what he has tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much,” she said, looking desperate and relieved. With another curious glance, you realized that she actually screamed of exhaustion, like she hadn’t slept in weeks.  

“Are you okay?” You asked her, throwing it out there. Chrissy looked startled and she, once again, looked nervously around the store.

“Yeah, totally, I just really need something,” she said, cheeks pink. “Thank you for helping.”

Before you could say anything else, she all but ran out the doors.

“Well, that was weird,” you said after a beat of silence.

Steve laughed, dropping his head back into his arms. “Everyone gets stressed in the last final months before graduation,” he said, eyes closing, “you almost choked me out when I spilled my soda over your textbook.”

“I had a final the next day!”

“I barely got the cover wet!” He retorted.

You rolled your eyes and chucked a paperclip at his head. “The cover is important too!”

The man in question barged in a few hours later, five minutes before your shift ended.

“Lady Henderson,” he called out, smile wide and eyes bright. You grinned, shifting your body towards him and taking in his outfit. He’d worn his favorite black Metallica t-shirt – the one with the tear in the collar - and your smile widened when the memory of Eddie ripping it as he tore it off you a few weeks ago flashed across your memory.

The mischievous glint in his eyes as he kissed your cheek said he knew what you were thinking of.

“Hello,” you said, grabbing his chin and kissing him properly. He made a happy noise that you wanted to sink into and almost jumped when Steve’s groan echoed in the empty store.

“Every time! Do you need to rub salt into the wound guys?” Steve said, huffing. He’d been conned by Robin into staying with her until closing and was cranky about it. Robin, however, looked like she’d won a gold medal.

“Hey Munson,” Robin said, coming out the back with a stack of tapes.

“Lady Buckley,” he greeted, bowing.

Without preamble, you’d grabbed your bag and sweater, already ducking under the counter. “See you guys on Saturday!” You called out, not having a shift tomorrow since you normally had class.

This time, however, Eddie wanted to take you to your favorite Italian restaurant two towns over to celebrate the beginning of spring break and your road trip up. He’d made the reservations earlier yesterday and you could practically taste the garlic bread already.

Intertwining his fingers with yours, Eddie brought your hand up to his lips. “I missed you,” he said.

“I missed you too,” you said, pushing the door open and pulling him towards his van. “Did you tell Wayne about our trip?”

“Yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes and flushing a little. “He loaned me his duffel to take with me.”

“That’s nice?” You said, not sure why he was turning red.

“He’d packed about a month’s worth of condoms,” Eddie said, huffing.

You froze, stopping in front of the van. His eyes were firmly on the door in front of you and you threw your head back in laughter.

“I don’t know why you find this so funny. It’s weird when your family knows you’ve having sex,” Eddie grumbled, opening your door for you and herding you in. You were still chuckling when he hopped in on the other side. “Princess, please.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, hiding behind your hand. “It’s just – so funny how much you hate it.”

“I’m glad my pain brings you pleasure,” he said, smiling. Eddie threw the van into reverse and pulled out the parking lot. The radio blared to life, surprising you, and you turned the volume down a little.

“You know, considering how much you can’t keep it in your pants we’ll probably go through them before we’re back,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him, never one to skip the chance to tease him, “especially considering the bathing suit I’m bringing with me.”

Eddie groaned and you knew that he was picturing you in the suit you’d shown him earlier in the week.

“I remember being worried that if I didn’t tie it hard enough the top slips off,” you said, tapping your chin, “since we’ll be alone it doesn’t seem like that’ll be problem. Right, sweetheart?”

“Princess, I’m driving,” he said, shifting himself.

“You’re too easy,” you smiled, tucking a leg under you.

Shooting you a glare, he sighed. “What movie did you get for us this time?” He asked, voice still a little strained.

“Since your pick last week was horrible, I went for a classic.”

“Not Splash again,” Eddie sighed.

“Hey, it’s dealer’s choice – no complaining! I sat through a Nightmare on Elm Street for you.”

“At least let me grab some beer so I can get through it,” he said.

“Deal,” you said, bumping his fist.

After a pitstop for beer and pizza, you were snuggled into the sofa in a pair of shorts and Eddie’s Hellfire t-shirt within the hour. Pressing play, you watched as Tom Hanks followed Daryl Hannah.

“You know, The Breakfast Club wasn’t as bad as this – and that’s saying something,” Eddie complained, dropping into the couch next to you.

“Ah, ah, no commentary please. Besides, you like romantic comedies!” You said as Eddie pulled your legs onto his lap.

Eddie shot you a look. “I am a man of many genres-” you snorted and he ignored you, “- I simply don’t like this one.”

“Well tough luck,” you said, sinking further into the cushions. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you as Daryl observed the televisions curiously. “You’re not watching the movie.”

“You’re more interesting,” he said, “did you know that you mouth along to some of the lines?”

“I do not,” you huffed, poking him with your foot. His hand caught your ankle, his fingers dancing across the delicate skin making you tense up. “I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he said, innocently glancing up at you.

Yeah, okay, you snorted. “We’re not even halfway through the movie,” you groaned. Eddie’s hand drifted higher towards your bare thigh. “Eddie.”

“Hmm?” He said, pressing a kiss to your knee. A jolt of electricity that always hit you whenever Eddie was around shot through you.

You resisted for a few more minutes, his lips traveling up to your shoulder. While your attention had been slipping, you’d only closed your eyes when he bit down onto the sensitive patch of skin at the base of your neck. “I hate you,” you breathed, your voice hitching when he nudged you onto your back.

“Sure seems like it,” he teased, hair curtaining around you. Legs falling open, as if by habit, Eddie grinned as he settled between them. “Absolutely loathe me, do you?”

“You’re unbearable, you know that? Next week I’m seducing you two seconds into your movie.”

Eddie chuckled into your skin, the rumble of his chest travelling into your own. “Feel free to feel me up whenever you want, princess. I promise you; I won’t fight it.”

“Shut up,” you said, patience snapping. Lifting your hips to press against his, he hissed at the pressure. Before he could say something smug and full of himself, you fisted his hair and brought him down to you. Lips clashing together, you wrapped your legs around his hips and kept him close. Swallowing one of his groans, you tugged on his hair lightly and Eddie froze.

“I feel like the situation has managed to run away from me,” he panted, jumping when you palmed him through his pajamas. “Sweetheart, if you keep doing that this is going to end before the fun really begins.”

Huffing a laugh, you let your hand drift up higher to his side and Eddie’s eyes screwed shut as you bit down onto his neck. “Your sorcery won’t get the best of me,” he said shakily.

“Won’t it?” You smirked, lapping at bite. With a grunt, Eddie managed to capture both your wrists and press them above your head. He grinned, stupidly excited to have caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. Keeping your arms up, despite his loose hold, you let him take the upper hand.

Daryl, on the television, cried and you caught a flash of blonde that reminded you of something.

"Oh,” you said, Chrissy’s face swimming to the front of your mind. “Cunningham was looking for you." You squirmed as he sucked what would no doubt be a very visible hickey onto your neck.

“Who?” Eddie asked, uninterested, as he focused on nipping your skin. He dropped your wrists to ruck your shirt up above your chest. His hand quickly unhooked your bra, pulling it up, and his warm hand had your breath hitching as he trailed light touches across your bare skin.

“Cheerleader,” you breathed when he licked at the valley between your breasts, hands kneading your skin.

“There’s a lot of them.”

You sighed as his teeth scraped across a particularly sensitive spot. “Blonde, short, bubbly.”

Eddie huffed, breath fanning over your skin and your skin erupted in goosebumps. “Princess, that’s half the squad.”

You sighed, pulling back from his grasp. “She’s Jason’s girlfriend? I think.”

“Sure?” He said, "I'm trying to seduce you over here and you're talking about cheerleaders."

“Don't worry sweetheart, Jason's not my type,” you joked.

Eddie nipped at the swell of your breast in retaliation. "Please don't say another dude's name while we're naked together. I'm sensitive."

"Bossy, bossy," you said, shoving him over so that you were on top. Eddie's arms came to rest behind the back of his head and he grinned at the view. You trailed a hand down his chest, stilling above his buckle. "Look, just..."

Sensing your shifting mood, he propped himself up on his arms and ducked to catch your eyes. "What? What's wrong?"

“She looked desperate, scared? I don't know," you said, trying to remember her expression. "Just - could you make sure she is…okay? Before selling her anything.”

“Yeah, I’ll take a look,” he assured you, "don't worry."

“Yeah? Thank you," you kissed him, relishing in his immediate reciprocation.

“Can I go back to what I was doing now?” He asked, eyes dropping back to your chest.

Pretending to consider the situation for a beat, you nodded. “Proceed.” Without waiting, you laughed when he surged up and suctioned himself to you.

“Hold on, let me take this off,” you said, starting to pull his shirt over your head.

Eddie’s hand on yours made you go still. “Wait, can you keep it on?” He asked, pupils blown.

You glanced down at his club t-shirt and grinned. “You want to remember this every time you wear it, don’t you?”

“Am I that easy to read?” He asked, shameless.

Kissing him deeply, you smiled into it. “To me? Yeah.” You pulled your bra out from the sleeves and tossed it onto the floor.  

Eddie grinned, ecstatic at your answer, and leaned over the back of the couch to break open the new box of condoms. You let out a surprised burst of laughter and Eddie quirked his brow. “Wanna share with the class?”

“Nothing, just that – Wayne’s gift is being useful already.”

He froze. “Henderson, definitely don’t mention my uncle’s name when I’ve got a condom in my hand,” he groaned, shaking his head, “that’s worse than the first one.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you laughed, not sounding even remotely sorry. Eddie growled, flipping you back over. Out of breath, and astounded that neither of you had tumbled off the sofa, you caught sight of the time. “Hey, it’s officially Friday.”

“Two more days until we’re on the road,” he said, kissing you, “and out of this fucking cursed town, even if it’s just for five days.”

“Gosh,” you said, voice bright, “I wonder what we’ll do for five days? All alone…in a cabin in the woods…”

“I’m sure we’ll entertain ourselves somehow,” Eddie said, hands inching towards the seam between your thighs.

You gasped, heart fluttering when he smiled. “I’m sure we will.”

“Are you wearing the shirt I had on last night?” You asked, squinting against the sun streaming into his trailer and sipped your coffee.

Eddie glanced down at his chest and smiled. “Guess I am.” He flipped the pancake and slid it onto your overflowing plate. Sleep clung to both of you, making everything fuzzy.

“Why do I feel like that wasn’t an accident?” You asked, drowning your fluffy pile in syrup. “At least wash it first.”

“I resent the implication,” he said, grasping at his imaginary pearls. “How dare you even imply that-”

“-I mean it’s a miracle if that didn’t get dirty after what you did.”

“We did, you mean?” He said, waggling his brows. “I surprise even myself sometimes.”

“Oh, so humble too,” you grinned, giving him a sugary kiss when he bent over your shoulder for one.

“You’re the one who screamed so loud I thought Max’s mom was going to come over and ask if we were okay,” he teased, “was that a new record?”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, hiding your smile behind your mug. You hadn’t been able to walk straight last night and Eddie was being unbearable about it.

Eddie smirked, humming as he placed the pan in the sink. He sank into the seat next to you, curling his ankle around yours. The vinyl table rocked a little when either of you placed your elbows onto it and the sounds of the trailer park waking up snuck its way into your peaceful quiet but to you, these mornings were perfect.

“Hey,” you said, curving your fingers over his wrist. “Do you mind dropping me off before you go in?” You usually slept in and drove yourself home on movie nights.

“Sure,” he said, chewing on a bite, “I can pick you up at eight? The campaign should be done by six. That way we’ll have enough time to make it to the restaurant.”

“I got a new outfit for tonight,” you said, licking a drop of syrup that had trailed down to your wrist, feeling his eyes on you,“I think you’ll like it.”

“Yeah?” Eddie’s eyes darkened and you smirked. “What color is it? How short?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you said, licking the tip of your fork clean.

Without much warning, Eddie grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards his room. You stumbled, taken by surprise, hand reaching for your half-full mug. “Eddie, wait – my coffee’s going to get cold!”

“I’ll brew you a new pot,” he said, pushing you down onto the bed. You bounced once before you watched him rip his pajamas off. “We’ve got thirty minutes before we have to get out of here. Good news? I’m only half dressed.”

“Oh, but I’m the insatiable one,” you snorted, already wiggling out of your shorts.

“It’s that spell of yours,” he said, chasing your lips, “it’s too strong, warrior princess.”

Laughing, you gave into his nudging and wrapped your legs around his waist. “It won’t fall or falter, you know. I make sure it’s ready to weather whatever comes. You’re mine, remember?”

A genuine, small, smile grew on Eddie’s face, the heat in his eyes softening to something deeper – something dear to you.

“Yeah, I remember.”

It had felt like Eddie had just dropped you off home when the phone rang. Sprawled on your bed, you groaned. Crawling towards your night stand, you barely managed to grab the receiver before it stopped ringing.

“Hello?” You huffed, a little out of breath.

“Mrs. Henderson?” A familiar stern voice called out.

You straightened, eyes widening. “Yes?” You said, clearing your throat to try and imitate your mother’s. “Who is calling?”

“We’re calling from Hawkins High. This is the front office and I’m calling because your son has requested he speak to you urgently.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Hello?”

“What the fuck?” You hissed. “A little warning would be nice. What’d you do this time?”

“Nothing!” He squeaked. “Please, please, please-”

You groaned. “No, Dustin, I had a long night and today’s the first day of spring break. I was going to nap. I haven’t slept more than three hours in a week.”

“Have I ever told you how you’re my favorite? Of all time?”

“Ugh, Dustin.”

“I swear, I’ll owe you for the rest of the year.”

“What? What do you want?”

“I forgot my midterm paper for English on my desk.”

“You want me to bring it to you?”

“Preferably within the next two hours. It’s my last class of the day and like worth half of my grade!”

“Dustin,” you whined, not wanting to move.

“Please?”

“Fine,” you hissed, knowing there’s no way you wouldn’t have done it anyway. “You owe me.”

“Holy shit, thank you!”

“Language!”

And that’s how you found yourself back at Hawkins Highschool, a visitor’s pass stuck to the front of Eddie’s hoodie – that you’d stolen – looking for your little brother like Gollum following the one ring.

“Jesus, where the fuck is he?” You grumbled, checking the time.

Lunch, you realized. Spinning on your heel, you made your way to the cafeteria. Right as you turned into the hallway, a familiar voice shouted your name.

“Buckley!” You grinned, throwing an arm around her. “Skipping out on lunch?”

“More like late to lunch,” she grumbled, wrapping her arm around your waist. “My calculus teacher gave me a few extra minutes on my midterm.”

“Aced it?”

“Listen, Cs get degrees,” Robin snorted, pushing the swinging doors open into the chaos. “What are you doing here? I thought you took the day off to catch up on sleep.”

“Dustin,” you sighed, “forgot his English paper. I’m thinking of making him cook me breakfast every morning until Christmas.”

“Oh, or do your laundry!”

You gave her a high-five. “I like how you think.”

“I’m gonna grab food – Dustybuns is with your boyfriend by the windows, see you tomorrow?” She said, squeezing your arm once before stumbling off towards the questionable food.

Glancing towards the tables on the left-hand side your eyes met Eddie’s. Confused, he straightened and lit up anyway. Looking to see what had caught his eye, Mike followed his stare. Smiling, he nudged Dustin who scrambled to his feet and jogged over to you.

“Oh my God, you’re the fucking best,” he said, snatching the folder from your hands. “I owe you my life.”

“I was thinking laundry for the rest of the year,” you said, wrapping your arm around his shoulders.

“What?” He screeched; gob smacked. “Don’t you think that’s a little far?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he grumbled. Walking over towards their table, you were suddenly intercepted by a wall of muscle. Jason Carver’s patronizing eyes took you both in.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite Henderson siblings,” he sneered, quick hands snatching the folder in Dustin’s hands. Your brother squeaked, eyes widening and you sighed. Was there ever going to be an end to this?

Without hesitating, and with speed that would make Max proud, you grabbed the folder back from him. Pushing Dustin a step behind you, you took one towards Jason. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve last seen me, Carver, but if you need a refresher of that sucker punch I gave you before I graduated; I’m happy to do an encore.”

His eyes narrowed and he took another step forward, his chest almost brushing against you. “I don’t remember what you’re referring to, unfortunately,” he hissed.

Eyes flashing, you clenched your hand and Jason’s eyes shifted to them. “You should call your buddy Tommy, see how picking on me and my brother ended up for him,” you said loudly, his friends snorting behind him.

While you hated the confrontation and they’d both taken every opportunity to take jabs at you – you’d learned very early on that you could never roll over. With a swift move forward, Jason flinched minutely but it was enough for you to smirk.

“Catch you later Carver,” you said, grabbing Dustin’s sleeve, and hitting his shoulder with your own as you passed by.

“Holy shit,” Gareth said, eyes wide and excited. “You just almost punched Jason Carver.”

“She just got him to flinch,” Jeff hissed, glancing over at their table. “I forgot how badass you are.”

“I didn’t,” Eddie said, his arms coming to your waist and pulling you firmly into his lap. “Hey warrior princess.”

“Hi,” you said, kissing his temple.

“Ugh, guys, please,” Dustin groaned.

You glared at him and he shrunk. “I suggest you not say anything lest I shred that folder.”

“Holy shit, that was so hot,” Eddie said into your ear. You rolled your eyes and tugged on his shirt.

“I can’t believe you really wore that,” you said.

“It’s the last campaign,” Eddie said, grin mischievous, “what else would I wear?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Mike asked, eyes wandering over Eddie’s regular Hellfire shirt.

Eddie snorted and you sighed. “Nothing,” you said, shaking your head.

“Still smells like you,” he muttered. You reached beneath your leg to pinch his and he jumped. “Now, now, no need to resort to violence.”

“I’ll show you violence,” you grumbled, leaning into his warmth.

The bell rang, a five-minute warning, and like always, everyone in the cafeteria ignored it.

The basketball team stood, however, and a pair of blue eyes burned a hole into your back.

“I should’ve known, the town Freak and Henderson would shack up together,” Jason said as he passed towards the door. A few of his friends chuckled, shooting you looks.

Jesus Christ did these guys not have anything better to do? You’d forgotten how judgmental this town could be. “Do you just like the sound of your own voice?” You snapped back. “The adults are having a conversation sweetie; remedial math is that way.”

Gareth snorted, water coming out his nose and Jeff pounded his back, eyes riveted.

“You just let you girl handle your battles?” Jason called out, trying to have the last word.  

“Uh, yeah, I make a cute damsel in distress,” he said, batting his eyes and everyone at the table laughed. Jason and company scowled and disappeared through the doors.

“See you tonight?” Eddie asked, kissing the edge of your jaw tenderly. You pecked him once before standing up. “Can’t wait to see the infamous outfit.”

Grinning, you walked towards the side exit. “See you,” you said, and with the eyes you felt watching you why not take a page out of Eddie’s book? You blew him an exaggerated kiss, knowing he’d get your point. Eddie pretended to catch it and tumbled backwards off his seat with excessive force. The table laughed, Dustin pretending to gag, and Eddie dusted his shirt off as he stood. He pretended to put in his pocket and smiled at you.

“Behave, children are present,” Eddie said loudly, a fake bashful expression on his face.

You winked, grinning, and disappeared out door. Dinner tonight couldn’t come fast enough.

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full name: dominika armenevna volkov nicknames: dom, domi, nika gender / pronouns: cis woman, she/her age & birthday: 30, october 25th occupation: principal ballerina, new york ballet company gang affiliation: burning gods, soldier orientation & status: pansexual kinsey scale - 2, widow strengths: enchanting, charismatic, dedicated weaknesses: manipulative, selfish, bitter

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*     ◟    :    〔   mia goth  ,      cis woman    +   she/her    〕      DOMINIKA VOLKOV ,      some say you’re a  THIRTY YEAR OLD  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  ENCHANTING and MANIPULATIVE,  one can’t help but think of  HORNS  by   bryce fox  when you walk by.    are you still a    SOLDIER / PRINCIPAL BALLERINA at    BURNING GODS / NEW YORK BALLET COMPANY,     even with your reputation as THE MOUNTEBANK?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and FLAVORED LIP GLOSS THAT GLISTENS IN THE LIGHT , A SMOOTH RUSSIAN ACCENT THAT FLOWS THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A WHISP, BLOOD DROPS ON SOFT PINK SATIN  ,    although we can’t help but think of LOVE QUINN (YOU), MIA WALLACE (PULP FICTION), MADDY PEREZ (EUPHORIA)   whenever we see you down these rainy streets. 

BACKGROUND.

tw: death, murder

born in russia to an influential family both politically and in the criminal world. dominika was spoiled despite the strict expectations set forward for her.

private schools, home tutoring, dance classes to teach her balance and coordination before she could begin pointe at eleven years old. along with etiquette classes she was taught defense, basic weapons and combat training, and things to do in the event of a kidnapping or other similar instances.

in a power grab, people were hired to take out the entire volkov family. unfortunately, they were mostly successful. as far as dominika knows, she is the only surviving member.

a close family associate who did both security and odd jobs for the volkovs came to the moscow academy of choreography which dominika had been enrolled in since she was young, only returning home for school breaks. the associate informed her of what had happened and insisted on hiding her until they could safely get her out of the country.

the academy helped hide her until they could develop a suitable plan, traveling and devoted volkov friends when rumors would get too hot about her existence or attempts were made on her life.

eventually, they were able to devise a foolproof plan through a matchmaking company - she would travel to new york city and be the wife a wealthy older man. dominika did not tell the others when making said plan that she had no intention of staying married to the man, but her private plans were simply none of their business.

she thanked the family associate and the academy for their above and beyond service and made her way to america. while she awaited her green card and other documents, dominika became a dutiful wife when she wasn't dancing for the new york ballet company. she even managed to get herself put into the man's will which, admittedly, was her plan all along.

normally, dominika tries to keep her hands clean when it comes to violence and disposing of loose ends but every so once and awhile it is necessary. her husband had served his purpose and was worth more to her dead than alive. she treated him well for their time spent together, it was only fair that she be compensated for that time and service.

she played the part of a grief stricken widow for the allotted time she felt she had to. further using her skills to continue building on the inheritance left to her by gathering information, playing the stock market, and draining unsuspecting target's bank accounts.

these skills were noticed by the burning gods organization when she'd tried, and nearly succeeded, using her tactics on one of their own. instead of retaliating, they offered her a position and she's been with them ever since.

dominika plans to rise to the top in the organization some day. she continues to be happy with her position in the ballet company, both enjoying dancing and performance along with the access it gives her to more wealthy members of society. when she's not on stage she transforms into who she needs to be to get a job done or spends her time finding ways to stay entertained throughout the city.

she continues to look for more information on the people responsible for killing her family and ways to remove the current family who took their place. out of principal and revenge, though she has no intention of ever returning to russia.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

friends, social group

friends of the volkov family

missing/not dead volkov sibling or cousin

rivals

casual encounters/exes

romantic potential

a confidant or two

people to do her dirty work for her when needed

security detail

HEADCANONS.

she is looking for a way to get a retractable metal nails type weapon but is picky and very specific about it.

while not liking to participate in violence unless she has to, she thoroughly enjoys watching it and you can often find her at fighting events.

more to be added

#lawlessintro #dominika | intro #death tw #murder tw

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Oh this looks like fun. For either pink or orange, can we have lee Lan Xichen and lers Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao? I'm in a 3zun mood.

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🧡 Orange: bondage/trapped tickling

3Zun - Lan XiChen x Nie MingJue x Jin GuangYao

A/N: aaaaaaaa love me some venerated triad tickles dndkfkff I hope you enjoy this!

Lan XiChen whimpered, shyly pulling at his bound arms above his head. He felt exposed, not only because he was, but also because what kept his arms tied to the wooden pillar was nothing more than his precious forehead ribbon.

His cheeks were hot and the corners of his lips trembled, trying to keep from smiling at the two men who were watching him from above with matching smirks.

Oh, how had he gotten into this?

... He knew it perfectly well.

Recently, Lan XiChen had discovered that Nie MingJue was ticklish and in the past few weeks, it had been his never-ending task to tickle him until the Sect Leader had tears of mirth in his eyes.

Many of those merciless attacks happened at Jin GuangYao's residence, and although there were times when Jin GuangYao joined him in wrecking Nie MingJue, (never missing a chance to mess up with his Da-ge), he usually chose to stay at bay.

Now Lan XiChen understood very well why. From the beginning, Jin GuangYao knew that all those little pranks would end up backfiring and a merciless revenge was simmering in Nie MingJue's heart. A punishment that Lan XiChen would suffer alone, clearly.

"You should be there too," Nie MingJue suddenly said, poking Jin GuangYao's ribs, "but I'll let it slide for now."

Jin GuangYao flinched away from the touch, but held back a squeak very well. "Oh come on, Da-ge," he said, only after he felt the bubbly feeling in his throat go away. "After all, this was my idea, wasn't it? Besides, I know all the most sensitive places in our Sect Leader Lan," he said and Lan XiChen felt the heat in his cheeks grow.

He was not lying. Jin GuangYao was the first one to properly introduce Lan XiChen into tickling. It had been an accident, just an innocent, playful poke to the side that had Lan XiChen jumping, gasping and immediately asking what was that sensation and Jin GuangYao having to show him exactly what it was.

Of course he knew all of Lan XiChen's sensitive spots, and that made him even more nervous.

"N-Now," Lan XiChen started, jolting when two pairs of eyes were back on him. "Are- Are you really going to do this? MingJue-Xiong, p-perhaps an apology will be enough?"

Nie MingJue arched an eyebrow and Jin GuangYao laughed behind his hand.

"Hmm, I don't think an apology will be enough, Er-ge."

"Oh, shush, A-Yao. You are a little traitor. I remember you were tickling MingJue-Xiong just as much as I- n-no! G-Gihive me one s-sehecond, I- ahahaha! Plehehease!"

Lan XiChen's laughter echoed through Jin GuangYao's private chambers at Koi Tower and both Sect Leaders flushed at the beautiful sound. Light and bubbly and warm, that was how they described it later on in little whispers when Lan XiChen was not in the room.

Nie MingJue had barely started, just pinching Lan XiChen's sides, perhaps a little too rough, making Lan XiChen groan softly.

"Softer, Da-ge," Jin GuangYao said with a soft laugh and he gentle pushed Nie MingJue's hands away so his could take their place.

"Gahahaha! N-Nohoho, A-Yahahao!" Now those giggles had turned a little more frantic and Lan XiChen trashed heavily. "Lihihisten!"

"You see?" Jin GuangYao asked, not listening to Lan XiChen and looking at Nie MingJue. "If you do it any harder, you'll hurt him."

Nie MingJue nodded and he tried again and Lan XiChen shrieked, giggling harder as now two pairs of hands tickled his sides with quick pinches and then scribbles and then thumbs sinking into his skin and massaging circles against the muscles of his lower sides.

He squirmed and kicked and tried to pull at his arms, but he didn't want to rip his ribbon, so his movements were limited.

"Hohohold ohohon!" He giggled, shrieking again when one hand moved to his tummy. "Nohoho! Plehehease!"

He reflexively raised his knees to protect his middle, but was surprised when he felt two hands grab each of his knees, pushing his legs back against the wooden floor and each of his lovers straddling one of his legs. However, his surprise grew even more when he felt hands latching to his thighs.

"N-No!" He gasped, trying to move his legs. "N-Not there, I- AHAHAHA!"

Lan XiChen tipped his head back with boisterous laughter as four hands squeezed his inner thighs. He tried to close his legs, but they were pinning him good.

"Er-ge's inner thighs are really ticklish, Da-ge," Jin GuangYao said over Lan XiChen's laughter. "He freaks out if you squeeze up his thigh, like this."

Lan XiChen nearly screeched when he felt Jin GuangYao's hands going up his thigh to that horrendous ticklish spot near his crotch and when the hand finally landed right there, his cackling became nearly hysterical.

Nie MingJue chuckled charmingly as he copied Jin GuangYao's technique, driving Lan XiChen up the wall.

"You go around life being this ticklish, XiChen?" He asked, teasing Lan XiChen as he saw him losing his mind. "That's dangerous, don't you think?"

Jim GuangYao chuckled too, "I think so as well, maybe we should tickle you until you stop being ticklish, Er-ge?"

Lan XiChen shook his head. "NAHAHA! I'll dihihie! Leheheave my thihihihghs alohohone!"

He heard Jin GuangYao and Nie MingJue chuckle before they finally stopped tickling his thighs to scribble all the way up to his ribs, towards his armpits. Lan XiChen widened his eyes, he shook his head and arched his back off the floor, trying too dislodge those evil fingers poking and clawing up his ribs.

"Nohoho! Plehehease, nohohot thehehere!"

Nie MingJue looked at Jin GuangYao curiously and Jin GuangYao chucked.

"Er-ge is the most ticklish under his arms, Da-ge," Jin GuangYao explained calmly, giggling as Lan XiChen's laughter grew desperate the higher his fingers went.

"MingJue-xiohohong, hahahave mehercy! I wihihill nohohot- AH!"

Lan XiChen's sentence was interrupted by a loud shriek, (for a moment he almost doubted that it was a sound that had come from him), when Nie MingJue's fingers moved into his armpits without warning. The sensation was so sudden than Lan XiChen could only gasp, whine and squeak, but as Nie MingJue wiggled his fingers against the sensitive spot over and over and over, it didn't take long for Lan XiChen to break into hysterical laughter.

"Oh, Da-ge. You're so mean," Jin GuangYao teased, his fingers clawing at Lan XiChen's ribs. "Do not do that~, it tickles our poor Sect Leader Lan a lot!"

Lan XiChen couldn't form coherent words as he laughed and laughed and laughed. Nie MingJue was merciless to his exposed armpits and he had to force himself to not lower his arms because his ribbon was in danger - and what would Lan Qiren say if he sees him coming back to the Cloud Recesses without a ribbon? He didn't even want to imagine!

But it was really hard to keep his arms still when Nie MingJue was picking up a rhythm between rapid scribbles and his thumbs digging right into the center of Lan XiChen's armpits, that were making him see stars.

The feeling was maddening. It didn't matter how many tickle fights he had with Jin GuangYao, it was always overwhelming how ticklish he really was.

"M-MingJue-xihohohong!" Lan XiChen laughed, tears of laughter clinging to his lashes. "M-My rihihibbohohon!"

"Hmm?" Nie MingJue hummed and only then seemed to noticed how hard Lan XiChen was trying to save his ribbon. He smirked. "Oh, don't worry, I'll help you out, XiChen," he said, faking a kind voice as he grasped Lan XiChen's wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above Lan XiChen's head.

Lan XiChen gasped and he pulled at his arms, but was imposible to move them now. What was worse, Nie MingJue kept tickling one of his armpits with his free hand.

"Oh, let me help too!" Jin GuangYao chirped and Lan XiChen squeaked out in protest when he felt his other armpit under attack once again.

Were they trying to kill him tickling his most sensitive spot like that?!

He kicked his legs and arched his back, laughing his head off. "PLEHEHEASE! Plehehease, I gihihive uhuhup!"

Nie MingJue chuckled, "Will you stop tickling me then?"

Despite everything, Lan XiChen shook his head no. "N-Nohohoho! You hahave a pretty smihihile! And I lihihike you're lahahaugh!"

"And he also likes being tickled!" Jin GuangYao said excitedly, poking at Lan XiChen's armpit repeatedly.

"LIHIHIHIES!" Lan XiChen squealed, feeling the blush spread all over his face, all the way to his ears, which he had only seen on WangJi before.

"Oh? You like this?" Nie MingJue asked to poor, hysterical Lan XiChen. He shook his head, lying. "I'm not sure why but I do believe you do like it."

No matter what he believed, either way, Lan XiChen couldn't do much more than laugh until his body was growing weak and he could barely squirm under their attack to his underarms.

He knew they wouldn't over do it, but he was reaching his limit and was a little worried until he heard Jin GuangYao over his hysterical laughter:

"Okay, Da-ge," he said gently, giving a final poke to Lan XiChen's armpit. "I think that is enough. We don't want him to start hating this, right?"

Nie MingJue chuckled and with a last scribble, he also stopped. "Yeah, you're right."

Lan XiChen barely noticed the movements around him: his forehead ribbon being untied from around his wrists and being tied properly in its place. Hands gently massaging his sore arms, making him giggle with anticipation as they neared his armpits but never tickled him there; two kisses pressed to his now covered forehead, a glass of water pressed to his lips and four hands helping him sit up.

"Are you alright, Er-ge?" Jin GuangYao asked, playfully bumping his arm against Lan XiChen's.

Lan XiChen nodded, a shy smile on his lips. "I am alright, thank you."

A comfortable silence fell upon them, happy smiles pulling at the corners of their mouths as they enjoyed each other presence, their hearts content for being able to be playful and forget about Clan Sect Leader responsibilities even for a little while.

"I think we should get A-Yao next," Lan XiChen suddenly said, looking for Nie MingJue's eyes.

Nie MingJue smirked and he nodded, "Yes, let's do it."

"W-What? N-No, please! I don't think- gahahAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHERE!"

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Warden | Hawke | Inquisitor

something i’ve wanted to do for a really long time -- an outfit progression for Marian Hawke, from before the start of DA2 to after the events of Inquisition!

Elaborations on the outfits are below!

Underwear: Nothing too remarkable; underwear in the DA universe is kinda weird anyway lol. She usually keeps it comfortable and supportive, though after she becomes settled as nobility, she splurges on some lingerie. Not for anyone in particular (at first). She likes wearing silk and frills, even if no one knows but her. And if it’s in her favorite color, pink, all the better.

Lothering: Having been raised to keep her head down and attract as little attention as possible, Marian dressed very plainly back in Lothering. The only accessory she allowed herself was a small shiny rock she found one day when she got lost in the woods as a child. Her dad found her shortly after that, so she decided to keep it as a “good luck charm”. The rock is actually a piece of meteorite, though she doesn’t learn that until much later.

Act 1: Between trying to raise money for the expedition and taking care of her family, Marian still doesn’t have much to spare for luxuries like nicer clothes. Her clothes are either bought secondhand or mended by herself or her mother. I didn’t draw her staff, but I imagine she pretends it’s a halberd to avoid drawing suspicion from the templars.

Act 2: Now that she has some spending money, she’s started indulging herself in nicer outfits; she especially likes outfits that show off her figure. With her rise in station, people are already talking about her, so she might as well give them something to look at. You might’ve noticed her angry expression start to relax -- that’s due to a certain chantry brother she’s started to hang out with. ;0

Act 3: Established as Champion of Kirkwall, Marian still firmly reminds others of her Ferelden roots via the obnoxiously large fur collar. She’s gained a scar on her cheek from her fight with the Arishok. Also, I like the Champion armors as much as anyone, but honestly I picture Marian as someone who doesn’t like wearing clunky metal armor, so I like to think she and Sandal have worked together to enchant her clothing to have better protection. Also, she and Sebastian have grown incredibly close -- she actually smiles rather often now!

After Inquisition: Washing her hands of the utter mess that is Kirkwall, Marian fully embraces her new role of Princess of Starkhaven. She’s always secretly loved the more gilded and feminine fashions she saw on noblewomen in Ferelden and Kirkwall, and now that she’s both royalty and no longer as self-conscious, that’s pretty much all she wears. She especially loves the dresses that have the distinctive Vael family tartan. Also, she’s no longer wearing her meteorite necklace -- in its place is Meghan Vael’s locket, which Sebastian gave to her when he proposed. In return, she gave him her lucky charm, which he wears as faithfully as she did.

#my art #sebhawke #marian hawke #female hawke #dragon age 2 #will i ever stop posting at 2 in the goddamn morning? tune in next time to find out #also i like to think that between act 3 and inquisition she got a tattoo on her ass lol #haven't decided what it is yet but it represents sebastian bc she was drunk and missing him when she got it #whatever it is he thinks it's very sweet #maybe he gets a hawk tattoo on his ass so she doesn't feel as embarrassed lol #(though in my hc seb already has like three tattoos he keeps hidden under that fancy armor)

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Papers (Songfic)

Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Requested by Anon:

“I don’t know if requests are open or not, but this is the anon that requested the songfic from Hadestown! After you posted the fic, I wanted to wait a bit before asking for a possible continuation of it based on the song Papers (“You’re not from around here, son…”) from the same musical where Dark finds out the D/A with Mark and he finds out about their deal. Would you want to write something like that?”

I'm so so so sorry this took so long but I love that you keep requesting Hadestown songs bc I love the music. I just have to actually get around to listening to the entire soundtrack at some point lol

Also, this one is laid out a little bit differently than my usual songfics. Basically instead of having the lyrics break up certain paragraphs and stuff, I interlaced them with the dialogue (and some of the "narration" 👀)

Warnings: Actor is an asshole but like we been knew, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

Word Count: 1337 (oh my god I wish this was a lie how tf did I manage that)

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Stage crew dashed to and fro, positioning props to perfection and preparing the set for filming. It was a hive of activity. One person frantically ran around trying to give the right coffee to the right performers. Another brushed makeup on Mark’s cheeks and forehead. You even spied two sneaking off together. Even after so long, it still all made your head spin.

How long had it been since you were set free? Since you made that deal? Everything all felt like a blur.

Mark had indeed taken you to dinner, but it wasn’t exactly what you expected. By the end of your ‘performance’, you were agreeing to a fake proposal and being dragged deeper into the acting world. He promised to show you the ropes; take you under his wing. Perhaps that’s why he came up with another production: A heist.

You felt out of place navigating your ‘lines’ and actions around actors built to play their roles. These people were professionals, passionate about their jobs and what they’ve been hired to do. You were being suffocated in a situation you couldn’t get out of.

“You remember your lines?” You opened your mouth, but Mark cut you off with an arrogant laugh. You didn’t have any lines. Not spoken ones, anyway. “That’s the spirit! Just follow me and make sure you don’t mess this up. We’re behind schedule on filming enough without you-”

“Quiet on set!”

Mark grumbled as he was cut off by the director. The small bit of satisfaction you felt was quickly washed away with one of his signature grins. He straightened his hair back and prepared himself to act. He really did live for this.

“Alright, aaaaand ACTION!”

Mark pumped his fists excitedly. “Yes! Okay! Awesome! All right, okay. This is gonna be great! And don’t you worry about a thing because our watches are still synchronized, which means that…”

Your mind zoned out as you listened to him go on and on. He loved giving himself long paragraphs to recite. Maybe it was just to show off how brilliant he was. You followed your queue, turning away so Mark could be dragged away and eaten or killed or whatever. You turned back and, yup, there was his flashlight. You looked down the hall he was supposed to go down and-

Wait. This wasn’t in the script.

“Uhm, Mark?”

Your voice echoed in the darkness. There was no more set. There was no more crew. This darkness looked too familiar; too similar to the mirror you were stuck in. But there was no going back.

Lining the walls of the hallway were portraits. It only took a moment to remember who each face belonged to. The chef. The butler. The detective… William. A deep chill ran down your spine, joining the heavy emotions resting at the bottom of your stomach.

All of them were there. You remember the butler, crying over that mess in the cellar. The chef, who threatened you every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Abe, your partner in solving the murder. And William. Your murderer. A pink moustache was crudely painted over his portrait, and nothing in your memories could answer why. But you remembered falling over the banister. The way he reached out to grab you. And then waking up… And…

The final portrait at the end of the hall was of Mark, back when everyone was alive. Back when the only worries you had involved poker and drinking. The paint flaked away and fell to the floor, disintegrating into ash.

“It’s… good to see you, old friend.”

That voice…

You turned to its source. A man in a white suit, rimmed with red and blue. His skin was grey. All of him was grey. Yet even through the strange aura surrounding him, you knew. You knew exactly who this was.

“Damien?”

A blue afterimage of himself glitched to the side at the sound of his name. It was gone as soon as it appeared. His lips formed a tight grin. “I don’t go by that name any more.” The strain in his voice, in his entire body, softened as he fully took you in. “It’s been so long, my dear district attorney. I was so worried about you.”

“I don’t go by that name anymore,” you repeated back to him. Your emotions were laid out on your sleeve. Your face contorted with confusion and sadness and longing and betrayal. You were angry, but you wanted to run into his arms. You were so sad, you missed him so much, but you wanted to stand your ground. You took in a shaky breath. “Why didn’t you come back for me?”

“I did,” he stated. “I did come back for you.”

You shook your head. “No, you didn’t. You left me in the mirror. You stole my body. You left me there for years, Damien.” He flinched at the name, but said nothing. “You have no idea the hell I went through, waiting for you to come back for me.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” he began. He stepped forward, hand outstretched carefully, as if he carried an olive branch. “Let me free you now from Mark’s silly games. You can stop running around in endless circles, making choices that mean nothing. You can be free from the hell he’s putting you through - be truly free, once and for all.”

You frowned at the poor, naive entity before you. “You have no idea, do you?”

A frown took over his own hopeful expression. “What-”

“There you are!” A voice, energetic and irritated, split the darkness. You didn’t need to turn to feel the man’s presence behind you, glaring daggers over your shoulder at not-Damien who did so right back. “What are you doing here?”

Dark’s entire form tensed up. His hands found their place behind his back. Glitches and afterimages shot out from his body. “I’m here to free them,” he growled.

Mark’s laugh, as cocky as ever but laced with menace, sounded next to your ear. You nearly cringed away from it. “Who do you think you are?” Even his voice was interwoven with incredulity. “They couldn’t go anywhere even if they wanted to.”

You turned and placed a firm hand on Mark’s chest. “Stop.” It was weak, pleading. If anything, he was spurred on more by your weakness.

“Stay out of this, dear attorney” he mocked, “the adults are talking.”

The entity snarled, egged on by Mark’s dismissal. “I’m not going back alone,” he threatened. “I came to take them home, and I fully intend to.”

Another raucous laugh. “Oh, you don’t know?” Cold eyes full of amusement looked down at you, as they always have and always would. You avoided his gaze. Another pair of eyes stared at your back, waiting for answers you wished to avoid giving. “When you abandoned them, I gave them a deal to get them out. You weren’t coming back around any time soon to free them, were you?”

Dark grit his teeth.

“They signed the deal themself,” he sing-songed.

“You’re lying.”

“And now,” he spun you back around to face your old friend, arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you close, “they belong to me.”

“It isn’t true.” Dark eyes met yours, pleading for a different answer, for a different truth. He came back to rescue you; free you from the world Mark trapped you in. But, after all this time, it was still his fault you were here. “What he said-”

“I did,” you cut him off. Your voice was thick. Your eyes burned. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I do.”

Mark’s sickening grin appeared right over your shoulder, his face pressed right next to yours. You visibly flinched, and oh how Dark longed to rip you away from that son of a bitch. But his feet were glued to the spot. His shoes were filled with lead.

“Now,” the actor began, “go back to where you came from.”

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[lunar-insanity]

Welcome to another round of REDRAW OLD CHARACTERS!

Today we have a character from an RP Group on DA that... ha ^^; Yeah when I saw it, the group was still in swing and then I joined and my own art skills were slow at the time and then it died.

ANYWAY!

I introduce you to Elias, or better yet, El the Mismagius

I liked designing this big hat ghost back then and I enjoyed redrawing them now! I wanted a couple more colours to break up the purple and pink colour scheme so I used both of his eye colours aaaaaand he ended up partly the Pan flag. Hilarious I love this for him xD

His old design is under the cut. Enjoy!

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Aaaah back in the day of using Sai, a mouse, and the lineart tool. No wonder I was slow as shit and thus didn't keep up with events.

#my art #mismagius #human pokemon