#[normal voice] But you can really see the yellow in his hair here. Which is just so cool.
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Demisexual Eddie who assumed he's straight by default so when Steve says his soulmate words he thinks it's a platonic match.
Steve Harrington looks a hair's breadth away from kissing him and Eddie doesn't know what to do about that.
He eyes him nervously as they linger inside Rick's boathouse; he can hear outside the faint sound of Robin telling Max that they'll drop her off with Dustin. The torch Steve carries shines a yellow light onto the pine floors, while the full moon illuminates enough of the room to see Steve's eyes intently trained on Eddie's face, flickering at moments to his lips.
Eddie clears his throat and shuffles his feet. The tension that had drained from him once he realised that Dustin and his friends were here to help rising again, reminding him of the jolt of shock when Steve had said his soulmate words by crying out for Eddie to wait wait wait as he rushed him with a broken bottle.
"So, uh, I think you should come home with me. My place is empty but for me and it'll be safer than hanging out here," Steve offers.
He glances at Eddie's hair, which must truly be bedraggled by this point after the amount of times he's clutched it in fear and anxiety. "You can clean up and get a meal too; you must be exhausted."
And it sounds like a really fantastic offer, but Eddie's worried about the slight sway in Steve's bearing, like he's close to swooping in to kiss Eddie when he's not even like that. It fuels the tension until Eddie blurts out, "I'm not gay."
"What?" Steve blinks, pulling back, but curiously Eddie doesn't feel any better for his withdrawal.
Nevertheless, he takes the moment to edge away, just slightly because he doesn't want the guy to think he's a bigot. It's just that he doesn't see Steve like that.
"Yeah, I mean, I said your words so I know we're soulmates..."
Steve looks down at his wrist, thoughtfully thumbing what are you doing here. "But you don't like guys?"
Eddie shakes his head gently, genuinely sorry in the face of Steve's confusion. "No, but that just means we're platonic, right?" A jitter of an old fear runs through him and he bites his lip against it, simply asking, "Is that okay?"
Steve's brow furrows and his eyes flicker to the car barely visible in the dark of the night outside. He exhales a long breath, "Sorry, I know I'm repeating myself here but it's a lot to take in. You're straight."
Eddie nods sympathetically. He knows what it's like to live on the fringes of what's considered normal, it must have been really hard for Steve to be gay in small town Hawkins. He wonders if all the rumours of him being a ladies man come from overcompensation or from the rumour mill running overtime.
Either way, it must have been hard for Steve to navigate when all he'd wanted to do is date boys. Probably find his gay soulmate too, Eddie thinks sadly.
"It's rare, but not impossible, right?" He frowns at his bicep where the words are hidden under his jacket, "Though I don't have two marks. Do you?"
Steve huffs a laugh as he rubs at his temple, looking like he doesn't know where to start. "Rare is right, but, yeah, two soulmates." He taps his chest, over the heart where the second mark must lay, and Eddie thinks that is only further proof. His romantic soulmate's words over his heart, what further evidence do they need.
He smiles, relieved for Steve even as he thinks that he'll need to unpack his own feelings over apparently not having a romantic soulmate. He's not sure it'll change much for him he mulls before he's distracted by the expression that crosses Steve's face, uncertainty falling to what looks like determination.
"Either way, it doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting you a safe place to hide. If we could find you through Family Video's records then the cops can't be far behind."
Dread is almost electric in his mouth at the thought, thinking of shouting voices and raised guns. Eddie nods jerkily, "Yeah, good point. Are you sure it's okay? Soulmates or not, you're taking a risk by harbouring the guy who looks like he killed the queen of Hawkins High."
The hardness in Steve's face breaks, softening like gentle rain. He touches the edge of Eddie's sleeve very carefully like he's trying to offer comfort without any skin contact, "You didn't do it and you deserve to not hide like a rat in the dark."
Steve looks around, noting the wet wood and the ever-present creaking of a structure over water. His nose scrunches, "Plus I don't know how you can take the algae smell, man. I'd be running towards my offer."
The tension inside Eddie falls, a gentle cascade like a piece of paper fluttering to the ground. "You're right, how could I live with myself," he says wryly, trying to hide how warmed he is by Steve's insistence.
"So you'll come?" Steve asks hopefully and Eddie nods, passing him to walk towards the car, "Let's get going, big boy."
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you wanna do continue the one you did where the s/o gets captured? Get them rescuuuued. please and thank you :D
A/N: I actually have two of these requests in my inbox, and these got really long because I’m insane and have to write every detail, so I’m going to break these up into three different posts so people aren’t stuck reading and scrolling through a 10k fic on tumblr. Ace and Law’s will be coming soon!
Characters: female reader x Luffy
Cw: angst, drugging, near-death experience
Total word count: 2.3k
Summary: You've been captured by marines, and the Strawhats work to get you back. (Followup from this request)
Rescued by Pirates - Luffy
Luffy stood at the top of the cliff, staring down the Marine fleet in the bay. There were ten ships, and you were on one of them. Captured. Alone. He knew you were fighting, but there’s only so much you could do in a locked prison cell with sea prism cuffs.
“I’m coming.” Luffy muttered, hoping the wind would carry his words to you. “Wait for me. Don’t stop fighting.”
“Luffy, get down!” Nami pulled the captain back over the ridge, keeping him out of sight from the scouts. “If a Marine sees you this whole stealth operation is over!”
Luffy groaned and slumped to the ground. “I don’t even know why this has to be a stealth operation! If we just start smashing everything-”
“They’ll kill her.” Sanji said, and Luffy grew quiet. “If they know we’re coming, they’ll execute her now and report it to the news coo after.”
“They probably have people waiting outside her cell to do it as soon as the call is made,” Franky admitted coldly. “They don’t want another repeat of…” he trails off, and everyone knows what he’s going to say.
They don’t want another repeat of Ace. Luffy embarrassed the entire World Government when he broke into Impel Down, broke out of Impel Down, and then sailed to Marineford and freed Ace from his shackles.
“It’s possible that’s why they’re still here.” Nami’s voice was worried as she spoke everyone’s thoughts. “They’re baiting us so they can kill her. They don’t want to transport her just to have Luffy embarrass them again.”
“It would make sense why they haven’t taken off yet,” Brook added.
“Or they’re waiting for backup,” Sanji countered. “She’s a dangerous pirate, but the Navy always prefers public executions. Especially with the new leader having a personal vendetta against Luffy, he’ll want to kill her publicly if possible. I’m sure of it.”
“Then we have to go!” Luffy started to stand to his feet, frustrated with the lack of action, but Nami quickly pulled him back down.
“Let Robin and Brook handle this first part! We have to find her first before you start smashing everything to bits!”
Luffy hated waiting. Especially when there's nothing he could do to pass the time. But finally, after about 30 minutes of silence, Robin opened her eyes.
“She’s on the fourth ship in the back with the red and yellow tailwind sail. Under deck, in a prison cell. Shackles on her arms and legs, and a neck collar.”
Luffy’s eyes peeked over the cliffside to find the ship Robin was describing. He located it, and sprang forward to jump over the cliff, but strong arms held him back.
“Zoro, let me go! We know where she is!” He struggled to break free from the swordsman's grasp. “We have to go get her!”
“Hang on Luffy, we need a plan before we just jump into action!”
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The guard change comes early today, which you find odd. Normally the Marines are dragging their feet to stand guard over your cell, but then you spot green hair poking out from the marine cap, the man next to him with a very familiar scar across his cheek, and your heart begins to beat faster.
“So, the keys?” Zoro holds his hand out to the Navy officer watching over you, who laughs in his face.
“This must be your first time imprisoning a pirate, kid,” the old man says. “We don’t keep the keys anywhere near the prison. You know how easy it would be for someone to knock out a guard and take them? Let me show you the ropes, kid.”
The old man and his colleague turn to face you for the first time in hours, ushering Zoro and Luffy to look at you now. You can see Luffy is in visible pain just from looking at you.
Your arms and legs were each shackled to the wall, and you had a contraption around your neck that looked strikingly similar to the ones the Celestial Dragons used on their slaves. Blood caked your hair and trickled down your face. Your body was littered in scratches and bruises, your clothes torn from whatever battle had happened that Luffy wasn’t there for.
“Each one of those shackles has a different key, and that neck collar too, as well as the key to the jail cell itself. Each of those keys are on a different ship, and we’ve got instructions to throw the keys into the harbor if we catch a glimpse of a Strawhat approaching the ship.
“The best part, though,” he continues, with a hungry malice in his eyes. He raises his hand to point a finger at your neck. “That collar has a fun little detonator. The Vice Admiral has the control button if it comes to that. And the collar itself administers a sedative every hour on the hour, and gives another dose if someone touches the bars.”
He smacked the bars for good measure, and you flinched as you felt a pinch in your neck.
“Honestly it’s a miracle she’s still awake. We like to hit the bars every now and then just to keep her calm. Don’t want her causing a scene now, do we?”
You were trying your hardest not to stare at Luffy. You can see the rage consuming his body as he realizes what an insurmountable task it is to save you. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head viciously to relay a simple message. Run. Don’t save me.
But you know he won’t listen. He never has. Not with Robin or Ace or Sanji or anyone else he’s saved against their will. And he certainly won’t do it with you either.
“I see a pretty big flaw in this whole design,” Zoro said, staring at the cell you were in. You could see he was enraged as well, but he was hiding it better than Luffy.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that, kid?”
“Can’t they just cut it?”
The old Marine let out a hardy laugh at his question. “Sea prism stone is the hardest substance in the world. Nobody can cut through that, I don't care if it’s Dracule Mihawk himself!”
“Oh, Mihawk can cut Sea Prism Stone.” The green-haired man gave a devilish smirk to the Marine.
You braced yourself. You knew what was coming. Zoro only had two swords with him, but it would be enough.
You heard a whirlwind of air swirl around you, and you could feel the weight on your arms get lighter. There were several pinches in your neck, and you could feel yourself involuntarily slip into unconsciousness.
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Zoro had put just a bit too much power into his swings to free you, and the cuts ripped through the ship behind you. He then turned to the marines, wickedly smiling at them.
“Told ya.” He smacked the younger one with the hilt of the sword and the marine crumpled to the ground, but the older marine was fast and dodged Zoro’s attack. The Marine locked Zoro into a battle of swords, occupying his ability to get the other chains off of you.
Luffy sprang into action, running to grab you. He screamed your name as he ran to you, jumping over sea prism stone rubble and other debris to reach you. He knew Zoro hadn’t hurt you, but you were slumped against the ship wall, and he couldn’t help but think about how fragile you looked. He shook you, desperately trying to wake you up.
And then Luffy heard a beeping sound, coming from the collar around your neck. The same sound that he was helpless against in Sabaody. “ZORO!” He screamed, holding you tight.
“Forgot to mention,” the older marine grinned back at the swordsman, keeping him locked in a battle. “Tamper with the chains too much and the collar will detonate, even without a push from the button.”
Zoro tightened his muscles in horror. “Luffy, get it off of her!”
“I hear she’s the weakness of Strawhat Luffy. Let’s watch and see, shall we? Perhaps he’ll have an even worse reaction than in Marineford.” The marine's gaze was on Luffy now, eager to see him snap.
Luffy ignored the weight of what failure meant for you. He focused, letting his Haki flow through his body like he had seen Rayleigh do in Sabaody. He grabbed the collar from around your neck and squeezed, snapping it in half, and threw it away from you. In the same motion, Luffy turned and glared at the Marine, who instantly crumpled to the ground, knocked out by Luffy’s Conqueror's Haki.
“Luffy, we have to go,” Zoro’s voice was urgent. There was commotion above them coming from the deck. It was clear the Navy was alerted to their presence. But Luffy was ignoring him, desperately trying to shake you awake.
“Come on, Luffy,” Zoro insisted, stepping over the rubble. He quickly cut each of the shackles off your legs. “She’ll be fine. I’ll carry her, you punch things. Let's go.”
Zoro put a sword between his teeth and picked you up into his arms. He saw the darkness in Luffy’s eyes, and stood back to let his captain destroy the people who had tried to take you away from him.
Luffy spared no ship. Once he saw Zoro and you were safe on the beach, he unleashed his full might against the ten ships in the harbor. His crew could hear his screams of rage from the shoreline, his pent up fear of losing you spilling out into his attacks.
When he was finally finished destroying the ships, he came back to the shore and sat silently among his crew. He pulled your unconscious body into his lap, stroking your hair softly. He stared down at you for a long time, just watching the rise and fall of your chest, his eyesight fuzzy from tears.
As the sun was starting to sink over the horizon, Nami finally spoke up. “We should go.” Her voice was hoarse, and her cheeks were damp with tears.
“Not until she wakes up.”
Sanji sighed, pulling out a few small rations of food to give the crew while they waited. Luffy didn’t eat, he just combed his fingers through your hair, willing you to wake up.
Nightfall came, and you were still unconscious. The crew could see lights on the horizon. Marine ships that were supposed to lead you to Impel Down.
“Luffy, we need to go,” Sanji insisted. Luffy refused to respond, his eyes only watching you.
“She’ll be more comfortable on the ship, Luffy,” Chopper said, trying to coax the captain back to the Sunny. “She can sleep in a bed and we can monitor her more closely.”
“It’s better for her to be back on the ship,” Sanji agreed. “And we need to get moving.”
Luffy finally nodded, giving in to his crew's request. If it was better for you, then he wouldn’t be selfish. It was selfishness that got you in this position in the first place. If he hadn’t run off on his own, if he had just stayed with the group like Nami had told him too, this might’ve never happened.
He held you close to him and walked back to the ship with the rest of the crew, not speaking. When they got back to the ship, Luffy set you down in the infirmary and stood in the corner, letting Chopper take care of you.
“Let me know if anything changes in her status.” And with that, Chopper left the two of you alone in the infirmary. Luffy sat in the chair next to your bed, holding your hand and watching you sleep, waiting for you to come back to him.
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Before you open your eyes, you can hear the heart rate monitor beeping; you can feel the harsh light against the back of your eyelids. Beside you, you can hear soft, even breathing of someone who is sleeping. Luffy. You’d know the sound of his breathing anywhere. You feel relief wash over you, knowing you’re safe with your crew.
The light is still too bright for your eyes, so your hand reaches out blindly, searching for Luffy. Your hand finds his head, and you pat him gently. You don’t intend to wake him, but he instantly stirs from his sleep.
“Y/n?” His voice is groggy as his head lifts up.
“Hi,” you whisper, your eyes still closed. “Can you turn off the-”
His body crashes into you, cutting off your question, and you wrap your arms around him in an embrace. You can hear his broken sobs of relief fill the air. “I was so scared,” he sobbed into your shoulder. “You weren’t waking up.”
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you say soothingly, trying to calm him down. You crack your eyes open a bit, trying to adjust to the light in the room. “Thanks to you, captain.”
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jealous – jake sully
– jakesully!avatar x fem!avatar NSFW
summary; you were bored of jake not giving you attention, so you decided to make him jealous
note: asasknjbdhfjkfnbs yes I'm using the scene in the image bc he's js so hot,, esp when he's angry!!!! it was really late when i wrote this and i normally have bad grammar/spelling mistakes so js ignore them <;3 i will most likely be making a pt2, only if people acc like this idea tho,,,
warnings: fingering, jerking jake off (teehee), use of pet names (baby, baby girl), dom!jake, angry jake (bc he's hot when he's angry..), jake being rough, hair pulling, lmk if i've missed anything!
it were one of them nights where the clan would gather around in hometree, singing, dancing and having fun. it was the celebration of the young hunters getting their ikran's today.
even though everyone were having the time of their lives, dancing in mass crowds, laughing and joking around, you couldn't help looking like you wanted to be anywhere else but here. that was true. you did want to be anywhere else but here.
your mate had came back from hunting 3 days ago. has he slightly touched you except for a quick peck on the lips before he crashed and slept for almost a day and a half? no. you know that he were tired and probably didn't want to have sex but you had been without him for a week, and your cunt were aching for his dick, his fingers, fuck. anything but your own fingers.
jake, squatting in the middle of a circle of people, were telling his story of becoming toruk makto. you couldn't lie, each time you heard the story, you became instantly wet. you couldn't not get wet. it's not a story you hear everyday of someone in your clan riding the biggest thing in the sky and leading the na'vi to victory against the sky people.
in the whole 4 minutes you were looking at him (which felt like a decade), not once did he make eye contact with you. not once did he speak about you, look at you, search for you in the crowd of the omatikaya people.
finally getting up from where you were sitting with your friends after ignoring them as you yearned for jake's attention, you walked over to the group dancing and found someone you knew jake hated. tsu'tey.
without even saying hello, you started dancing with tsu'tey, subtly grinding against him every now and then. without even looking at your mate, you could feel a pair of eyes burning through the back of your skull. you couldn't help but let a smirk form on your face.
you faced tsu'tey, whispering in his ear, "you're a really good dancer, you should teach me some moves!" you giggled out, holding the pads of your fingers to your mouth to stop the smile overtaking your face.
now it were tsu'teys turn to come close to your face, his lips inches away from yours, "i can give you some private lessons, at a discounted price." he chuckled out.
jake couldn't help the annoyed face that had plastered over his face, his ears dropped in anger and his tail swishing side to side as he were biting his tongue back to not say something and then starting a fight with the guy he hated most.
you and tsu'tey were going back and fourth with small talk, your laughter not stopping and nothing riled jake more than another man making you laugh.
"hey. hey!" everyone's head in hometree snapped to jake who were squatting low as his loincloth dangled on the floor between his legs, "don't make me come over there." his voice were cold and demanding. you didn't want to make him really angry, just wanted to see what he would do if you answered back.
everyone's eyes in hometree were going back and fourth from you and jake, not knowing whos going to say something next. you were the first to break the silence, jakes yellow eyes piercing into yours, "you're the one who didn't want to even look at me!" you hissed out, anger taking over your body.
how dare he make you look like the bad guy in front of everyone. if he had simple just fucked you, this wouldn't be happening. jake's head dropped, a chuckle leaving as he pushed himself to be standing. he didn't utter a word, but you could tell her were pissed by the way he were walking to you.
he roughly grabbed your arm, dragging you through the people. luckily enough they were making way for toruk makto, sensing his anger as well.
"what the fuck do you think you're doing? acting like a slut infant of everyone?" he tightened his firm grip on your wrist when he said 'fuck'. you knew dancing and grinding on tsu'tey would make him angry, but you didn't know it would make him this angry.
you were still putting up a fight, trying to dig your feet into the mud below and trying to get him to release your arm, "you weren't even looking at me tonight! i dressed up hot, for you. i did my hair nice, for you. i came, for you." you huffed out.
"oh? you came for me?" he chuckled out. you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his lewd joke.
"now you're suddenly interested when i'm grinding up against another man?" your ears dropped in anger, and your tail going side to side, tempted to hit him with it.
jake tilted his head, trying to figure out what you meant by that. "don't play dumb!" you screamed out, jake's hand slamming against your mouth before dragging you further into the forest to your nest.
"i don't know what you're talking 'bout, baby girl." he caressed your cheek, his thumb trailing down to your lip and dragging your bottom lip down slightly, making it pop back up at the lack of touch from his finger.
"y-you haven't touched me in days! hell, you haven't even kissed me."
fuck, not now.
your bottom lip started shaking, eyes filling up with tears at the thought of your mate not loving you.
no that can't be true. you mated before eywa. you're just being insecure.
jake could see you were getting lost in your thoughts as you bit the inside of your cheek. his thumb wiped away the tear that fell down the apple of your cheek. you pushed his hand away, not wanting to be near him any longer as you started walking back. "i'm going back to dance," you paused, not knowing whether to test your luck, "with tsu'tey."
tsu'teys name made jake see red.
jake grabbed your arm once again, this time forcefully pushing your chest against the door of your nest. "i don't think so. we haven't even started, baby girl." he whispered in your ear, nipping at your ear and slowly trailing kisses down your neck. you could feel his erection pushed up against your ass, slowing grinding into it, causing moans to leave jakes throat.
he trailed his hand down to your throbbing cunt, pushing the loincloth to the side as his index and ring finger found it's way to your aching hole, fingering you. your hands shot up to your mouth to cover the lewd moans that were spilling from it, but it barely worked, no matter how much you tried to control it.
"nuh uh." jake removed your hand from your mouth, "acting like a slut in front of so many people tonight, thought they may as well hear you being fucking like one." his pace were only getting quicker with every second. "j-jake, inside." you begged, not wanting anyone to catch you in such a vulnerable position.
"what? my slut's trying to tell me she doesn't want to be caught looking like what she is?" he chuckled, throwing his head back as he laughed, "but you're so wet, baby girl. you're saying one thing and your body is saying another." he whispered into your ear and your whines and whimpers only got louder. "you'd love for people to see how much of a slut you are for toruk makto, wouldn't you?"
his words made you unconsciously clench on his fingers as the thought of someone seeing that you belong to jake just made you wetter.
jake pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth as he sucked on them. his eyes rolled back into his head as his fingers licked his fingers clean, "taste so good, baby girl. could eat you out for days." he breathed out, a smirk on his face.
your lips smashed together as your back were now against the door as jake's body pushing you against it, not leaving any room in between you both. his tongue found your mouth as his mouth swallowed the moans that had escaped from yours. both of your tails had wrapped around each other's legs, trying to pull each other closer, even though that were impossible.
jake fisted you braids, pulling your head bad, breaking the kiss, "think i don't notice you? oh, baby girl." he closed his eyes and exhaled with force, "you feel that?"
jake grabbed one of your hands, bringing it down to his erect cock, making you palm his length as your eyes were locked on his whilst his grip on your hair were still firm. whimpers left jake as he tried his best to focus on you, but his throbbing cock made it almost impossible for him to not fuck you right there.
"yeah. that's what you do to me, baby. only you do that to me."
your hand stilled on his cock for a moment, jake hands engulfed your hand as he were guiding it up and down his dick, "yeah, keep going like that, baby girl. don't stop." he moaned out, his breathe staggered every time he spoke.
you went dumb on the thought of his cock. you went dumb on the idea of being full of his bioluminescent cum and it leaking out of you, only for him to push it back inside of you. but you thank ewya for making jake have the same idea.
"shitt." jake whined out, closing his eyes to not release his load right now. you couldn't help but giggle, "maybe i should make you jealous more often."
"don't you even dare." he chuckled out, still not happy with the fact you grinded on his enemy.
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could you write something abt eddie munson meeting a new girl in town? it doesn't have to be smut ty!!!!!!!
tw: alcohol consumption, slight description of reader having tattoos
The murmur of the slightly run-down dive bar was nothing new to Eddie, the same customers, the same stale beer, the same old songs playing on the jukebox. To an extent, he enjoyed the familiarity and routine that the place offered.
Every Tuesday, after a grueling 8-hour shift at the auto shop a mile down the road, Eddie would stop in for a beer. He'd offer his conversation and flirtation to Ms. Caroline, the older lady who'd been working in the bar well before Eddie was even old enough to form a thought, which would usually end in him not paying for the bottle of semi-warm liquid. But not today.
Eddie was stopped dead in his tracks as he walked into a much more brightly lit bar, quickly noticing the smell of cleaning solutions and the fact that the curtains were drawn and the sunshine was beating in. Thunderstruck by AC/DC was coming from the jukebox and for a moment he thought he was in the wrong place - but the old, almost yellowed sound machine let him know that he wasn't.
"Come on in, we're still open! Just getting some things cleaned up and updated, hun!" A voice he didn't recognize carried from behind the bar causing his gaze to move to where the sound came from.
Eddie's throat immediately went dry but his feet were already moving to the bar, curiosity peaking about the new face. He found his normal seat, scanning to notice the small changes. The mirror behind the bottles was cleaned, some postcards and letters were stuck to the glass of it, and at the end of the bar laid some swatches of fabric and paint chips as well as multiple bottles of cleaner.
"What can I getcha?" The girl in front of him asked, a bright and warm smile on her face.
"I - uh-" Eddie cleared his throat, finally coming back to Earth, "The cheapest bottle of beer you've got."
"Oh! You must be Eddie then," the girl giggled and for a moment Eddie thought he could hear angels singing, "Ms. Caroline told me about you. Warned me about the best head of hair and smile in town. She also told me to tell you this one's on her." The girl slid the bottle of beer over to him.
Eddie quickly took a swig, noticing immediately the cool temperature of it. "Oh really?" he asked after swallowing down the yellow liquid, "Speaking of my favorite old lady, where's she at?"
"She's on a vacation. Went out to Indianapolis to visit her son and daughter-in-law for a week. When I got here a couple weeks back she told me she hadn't had a vacation in over 5 years, and ain't even seen her son in almost 2. Old owners wouldn't let her take a break."
Eddie was listening, or at least he was trying to, but he couldn't stop looking at the tattoos that adorned the skin he could see on the girl in front of him. He was curious more than anything, seeing the solid lines and intricate details of every piece of art she had littered across her skin. It took him more than a second to process what she had told him. "Old owners?"
"Yep," she popped the 'p', holding back a smirk as she watched Eddie. "Just spent my savings on this place so she's all mine."
At this point, Eddie was impressed and reeling. His eyes finally moved from her arms to look at her face, flushing a bright red when he noticed she was watching him as she continued to clean bottles of liquor. "Sorry, your tattoos look sick and I-"
"Not used to girls having tattoos or owning a bar?" She asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.
"Uh, yeah, to both of those." He chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head. He couldn't believe he was acting like he never talked to a girl before. He took another swig of his beer before continuing, "Not used to it, but definitely not complaining."
She giggled once more, "Good." She placed her rag and bottle down, moving to lean her elbows on the bar, head in her hands as she looked at Eddie. "I'm (Y/N), by the way. And I've got a bit of a proposition for you Eddie."
He cocked his eyebrows, looking at her from down the bottle as he finished his beer with a soft nod to continue.
"Well, your favorite old lady said you were a bit of a handyman. Aaand," she drew as the word, tone sounding as sweet as candy," as you can tell, I'm fixing some things up and trying to turn this place around. I could use some help, aespecially since I don't know many people here yet. Whatcha say? I'll let you continue with your free cheap beers and throw in a few hundred dollars for every job you finish for me."
Eddie chuckled softly himself, smiling a bit, "You had me at free beers, sweetheart."
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Lost Constellations, Part 3
for @absolutely-normal-about-x per the usual!
More hints about this Geo's past, and the entire family is here! (And this is my first time writing like, ALL of them, lol.)
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X had gotten ahead of him again. Geo couldn’t move too fast or he’d slip on his pants, and X was just….fast. It got to the point that Omega-Xis floated between the two, and guided Geo to where X had gone.
“Wants to see his family, probably,” Omega-Xis grunted. “He went this way, kid.”
“Thanks, Mega,” Geo said, and passed corridor after corridor until he saw an open door. Geo came closer until the figures standing outside on the Flutter’s deck came into view.
X stood in front of a boy about Geo’s own age. The boy had to be Volnutt, and wow they were definitely related, with their similar hair and armor. Their eyes were the same, which was another big clue. Behind him though…were those the Guardians? They looked different, but if the colors were the same, then that was them. Fefnir seemed to have ruby red dragon scales dotting his body like freckles, and towered over everyone present. He was also the only one wearing light armor that Geo could see. Phantom was lanky, with inky black hair and sharp yellow cat-like eyes. He reminded Geo of a black cat. Leviathan, meanwhile, didn’t seem to have any animal traits at all, and her gray hair was braided down her back, much like her father’s. But Harpuia. What? Harpuia had actual bird arms that were mint green in color, and wore a brown tunic that extended past his knees.
As Geo came closer, he began to overhear X’s voice, talking to his family. ““--ild soldier. Skittish, but kind. I’m not sure what he’s been through, but I don’t think it was--”
“X?” Geo said, coming fully into view,
X looked back, cutting himself off from completing the sentence. “This is the guest I was talking about. Phantom, Hapruia, Levi, Fefnir, Volnutt, this is--”
Omega-Xis rushed forward, letting himself flicker into view in all his alien, beastly glory. “Wait, so the bird is actually Harpuia? That’s hilarious!” He then began to cackle loudly.
“Omega-Xis!” Geo hissed, nudging his partner in the side, trying to shut him up.
He cackled instead. “You were a bird before but now you’re actually a bird, Harpy!”
“Hey,” Harpuia squawked, flapping his wings a little. Geo watched as bona-fide green feathers floated to the ground. Definitely a bird. What. What were--X called them carbons? Humans with machine traits? And Harpuia was a carbon? Look at X! He seemed completely human, but Harpuia was also a carbon?! How did that work?
Fefnir cackled as well, joining Omega-Xis. “I know! Isn’t it great?! It was one of the best gifts ever!”
“Hey!” Harpuia squawked again. “At least I can fly!”
“What are you?” Volnutt said eagerly, marching up to Omega-Xis and circling him excitedly. “I’ve never seen someone like you before!”
Omega-Xis smirked, and puffed out his chest. “I’m an AMian from Planet AM! Feast your eyes upon me!”
“You’re an alien?!” Volnutt and surprisingly enough, Harpuia cried.
“Aliens exist?” Phantom said. His eyes sparkled in the fading sunlight.
“Yes,” Geo confirmed. “He’s my battle partner.”
Volnutt grinned at Geo, before tilting his head to the side. “Are those my pajamas?”
Geo flushed. “Sorry. I didn’t really have anything else. Hi, I’m Geo,” he said, remembering his manners.
Volnutt grinned easily. “No worries. I’m Volnutt.”
One of the Guardians behind him coughed.
“Volnutt Light,” Volnutt amended, but Geo felt how pleased-happy-joyful he was to say it.
“Geo Stelar,” Geo said in kind, getting yet another easy grin in return.
“Guess I’m sleeping in old clothes then!” Volnutt said cheerfully. “They look good on you.”
“It’s the spare,” X said reassuringly. “Your pajamas are still waiting for you. I wouldn’t give away your clothes without your permission, Volnutt.”
Volnutt scratched his head, a touch embarrassed, but clearly pleased to hear that as well. “Right. I guess we’ll be matching, then,” Volnutt said.
Geo smiled shyly. “I guess we will. Sorry again.”
Volnutt laughed, and Geo couldn’t help but startle a little, with how similar the sound was to X’s laugh.
“Ridiculous, isn’t it?” Fefnir snorted, but his red eyes glinted kindly. “Dad’s mini-me, am I right?”
“Please, you big oaf, if anyone is Dad’s mini-me it’s Harpy,” Leviathan said haughtily. “Even Uncle Zero said so.”
“Zero ain’t here,” Fefnir said, and grabbed Volnutt into a headlock.
“Hey, let me go!”
“And he never met this guy!” Fefnir laughed, and noogied Volnutt before letting him go. Volnutt swatted at his hand and before long it devolved into a small wrestling match.
“Our family can be a bit rowdy,” Phantom said, appearing behind Geo. Thankfully, Geo knew to expect that with him, and didn’t startle too badly. “I hope this won’t be an issue.”
Geo smiled. “That’s okay. It’s been a while since I’ve….” he trailed off. Attended a meal with anyone but Omega-Xis, or had a meal with people that loved each other and expressed it loudly and proudly.
It wasn’t like he could go back home to his family and friends, after all. Especially since most of them didn't....
“My name is Phantom,” Phantom said, drawing Geo’s attention back to him. Geo flushed, realizing that he never really finished his sentence and had stood there, looking into space. “And that--”
“Leviathan, Fefnir, and Harpuia,” Geo rattled off easily. “I know.”
Phantom nodded once. “Father mentioned it. Timeline jumping?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you fight?” Leviathan said, eying Omega-Xis up and down, in particular his sharp claws and teeth. Her ranseur appeared in her hand, sharp and ready to go. “I’d love to have a go.”
Omega-Xis grinned. “Can I fight? Lady, I’ve gone toe-to-toe with a god!” He boasted.
Geo sighed. “I think you’re forgetting someone,” he said.
Omega-Xis rolled his eyes. “We’ve gone toe-to-toe with a god,” he amended haughtily. “Twice.”
“A god?” Volnutt said.
Geo winced, remembering Le Mu. That had been a fight. The scars on his chest ached. That battle had one been one of the few times his injuries as Mega Man had been bad enough to actually translate over to his human form. “A god.”
“Not something calling itself a god?” Harpuia questioned. “Or putting itself on a pedestal like one?”
“A god-god,” Geo confirmed.
The Guardians--and Geo decided to include Volnutt in that statement--didn’t know what to make of that. “Huh,” Fefnir said, studying Omega-Xis, and then Geo. “Twice?”
“Second time was worse than the first,” Geo said, reminiscing. “It was our first timeline jump, and we went to a reality where I didn’t exist, so Le Mu--the god--was….”
Out of control. That reality--all devoid of emotion, of life, of color--haunted Geo still. He hated the color gray, just a little, because of it.
“Good fight, though,” Omega-Xis grunted when Geo didn’t finish. “And Apollo Flame was even better!”
“Born from Le Mu,” Geo explained, seeing the wide-eyed looks. “Another god, basically.”
Fefnir whistled, pausing in his wrestling match with Volnutt and getting up from it while Volnutt ran his hands through his hair, trying to fix it after roughhousing. “How many gods have you two defeated?”
Geo and Omega-Xis glanced at each other. “A few,” they answered together.
Leviathan grinned, and Geo blinked. Were those tiny little shark teeth? Well, he guessed he’d just found Levi’s animal trait, or one of them, anyway. “Now I really want to have a go,” she said.
Fefnir grinned as well, and smashed his fists together. “Let’s do it!”
Omega-Xis smirked, and shook his mane. “I’ll take you both on!”
“After dinner,” X’s voice cut through sharply. They all turned to X, who clapped his hands once. “The food’s ready.” He eyed Leviathan, Fefnir, and Omega-Xis. “If you still wish to spar--not fight--after dinner, that’s fine, but Geo and I worked hard on this meal. In.”
“Yes Dad,” was the common chorus, and everyone followed X as he went inside the ship.
(“Yes, sir,” was Geo’s. Omega-Xis pouted, and said nothing at all.)
Volnutt walked side-by-side with Geo as they made their way to the dinner table. “Timeline jumping! That’s so cool!”
Geo scratched his head, embarrassed. “Not really…” he said. “What do you do as a Digger?”
Volnutt practically lit up. “As a Digger, I explore ancient ruins!”
Geo gasped. “Ruins?! Really?!”
“Yeah! I’ve found a lot of ancient stuff down there--lots of coins and old technology.”
“Sounds similar to some old ruins I’ve explored,” Geo mused.
“Oh?”
“Yeah--from this place called Mu.” Geo winced. “It was guarded by these…beings, I guess. Murian soldiers. Really strong.” A few hits would’ve been enough to take him out.
Volnutt nodded sympathetically. “I get that. My ruins are filled with these things called Reaverbots. I always have to be on my guard. Oh! Here, Geo,” Volnutt said, pulling out a chair next to him.
“Thanks, Volnutt,” Geo said, and sat down beside him.
“Levi, Harpy, help me bring out the dishes,” X ordered. “Little nut, where are the Casketts?”
Volnutt grinned, but it looked slightly strained. “With the Bonnes. Tron and Roll got into one of their competitions, and Gramps figured it would be better to just stay the night.”
X sighed, but it sounded fond. “Those two….We’ll tell them in the morning about our guest, then.”
“Will they care?” Geo asked anxiously as steaming hot plates of rice and curry were placed at the table.
“Nah,” Volnutt said.
“No,” X reaffirmed. “We’ve plenty of space, and you’re a child.” X sat down at the head of the table, while Omega-Xis floated behind Geo. They said grace, then--
“Let’s eat!”
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there for you
rating: teen
relationships: platonic mason & the detective, mentioned adam/detective
warnings: none
summary: "No, no, it’s my fault, it’s my ——” They spin and their smile is horrible, tight, mocking, and their voice goes too loud, too hurt “— it’s my fault for thinking I’d ever be enough for him!”
When there’s a knock at the door to their room, it’s all Blake can manage to choke out, “Go away.”
But the reply isn’t the silence they’d expected — and it isn’t the sound of Adam’s apology, which is what they’d stupidly, stupidly hoped for. It’s gruffer, the voice on the other side of the door that says, “Don’t start sounding like me, Blake. Your stupidly big heart is half of your charm.”
Despite the misery making a home in the soft center of their chest, Blake laughs out something soft and surprised and hoarse. “You can come in, Mason. ‘M sorry, I didn’t realize.”
The door opens, a slide of yellow light cutting through the darkness of the unlit room. That darkness seems to surprise Mason a bit, if the way his shoulders hike briefly is any indication — when his eyes settle on Blake, they widen a little further, his lips thinning.
It’s strange, to see the Detective like this. He’s seen them battered, bleeding, dying — but they’d always had a smile or a joke, that unshakeable confidence outshouting the pessimism that seemed like it should have made them less. He’s seen them endure Adam’s stilted affections without ever so much as wincing, let alone seeming actually wounded. But now, they’re curled on the edge of the bed, blankets wrapped around their shoulders in a makeshift cocoon, hair a mess and eyes lined with dark circles and red. They sniffle, managing a weak smile at his apparent assessment and their awareness that they haven’t passed it.
“Hey. Sorry I look like shit.” Mason closes the door and doesn’t turn the light on, and they breathe out a relieved breath as the darkness lessens their headache marginally. “It’s ‘cause I feel like shit.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” the vampire says as he crosses the room and, after a beat, sits beside them on the bed. It creaks under his weight, the dip causing Blake to lean further into him, and he doesn’t flinch — Blake doesn’t bother wondering if that’s because he’s truly comfortable with them or because he knows just how Adam pulled away from them. They just stare down at their knees and smile something pasted - on. Mason continues, “None of us have really seen you for days, and I can’t remember the last time you had a lay-in. Normally you’re up and at ‘em in the mornings, let alone by noon.”
“I don’t care. I wanna sulk in the dark.” They laugh around statement, but the way the words choke against their throat makes the sound a poor approximation of their usual sarcastic charm. “Unless you’re here to drag me back to the light?”
“I told you I don’t make a habit of telling people how to live their lives,” Mason reminds them. “That usually extends to ‘dragging them’ around.”
“Thought it might be a mission. You’d listen to Adam if he was all like, ‘The detective has been shirking their duties in favor of their silly emotions. Go collect them, Mason, so they can do their job.’” They don’t even try to make the imitation a good one — they just hope they can drag a laugh out of Mason. When there’s not so much as a chuckle, they look up at him with their red eyes, a brow quirked.
“I wouldn’t listen to Adam,” he says, finally, and Blake’s eyes widen. “Not about this.”
They don’t know what to say to that. They know Mason’s their friend, but the agent’s loyalty to Adam has always seemed so...absolute. They manage to snap their mouth shut and turn back to stare forward towards the door, leaning a little further into the man’s side. The silence stretches for a few minutes, Blake estimates, before they softly ask, “I’m probably worrying Felix, huh?”
“And Nate,” Mason adds, and doesn’t add ‘And Adam,’ true as that may be. Adam doesn’t get to be miserable about the pain he inflicted and isn’t healing. “And me.”
Blake laughs quietly. Not surprised that he’s worried for them — they’re all past that, and Blake knows they’re loved — but that he’s admitted it. The sound is a little less croaked. “Sorry. I’m just...doing really bad.”
Mason inhales and then breathes out a sigh. “I think that’s what has us so worried,” he admits. When Blake doesn’t reply, just breathes, too steady to be natural, he continues. “Adam’s a dick —”
That gets something out of them, a muttered, “Tell me about it.”
“— But none of us have seen you like this. About Adam or anything else.” The agent wishes he had a smoke. It would at least give him something to do with his hands as he dealt with the kind of emotional bullshit that doesn’t ever feel right from his mouth. And he so badly doesn’t want to fuck this up. “You’ve been — pretty plucky about his bullshit repression up ‘til now.”
Blake is quiet for a long moment. Mason thinks they might not respond at all, and that would suit him just fine, so long as the silence and the company might comfort. But suddenly Blake has pushed off the bed and is on their feet, blankets shed, and is pacing around the floor in front of him. Dressed in only a loose t - shirt and a pair of boxers, he can see the bandages and the bruises that cover their body from the fight at the auction, though those concern him less than the laugh fleeing the smile they’ve stuck to their face, screaming in sharp contrast to the pain in their eyes.
“I was stupid,” they answer without hesitation, hands carding through their tangled hair as they pace faster, turning from him. “I could tell — he’s been in love with me since the beginning, right? It’s obvious. And I’ve felt the same about him, and he’s so fucking dumb and repressed but we’re both good so I — I just assumed that — that if I — If I just waited it out, kept up the flirting and ——”
Mason does’t move, not sure if he’s frozen by the surprising depth of their pain or by the anger in their too-fast voice, their hunched posture, the hands tugging hard through their long hair. He can’t tell if they’re angry at Adam or themself.
“I thought I — I was so stupid, and I — I shouldn’t even be m - mad at him, ‘cause he showed me exactly who he fucking is and I was fucking dumb enough to think I could help him, and I —”
“Hey, hey,” the vampire finds his voice, starting to rise, “It’s not your —”
"No, no, it’s my fault, it’s my ——” They spin and their smile is horrible, tight, mocking, and their voice goes too loud, too hurt “— it’s my fault for thinking I’d ever be enough for him!”
Mason freezes, eyes huge, and Blake’s smile doesn’t fall, even when they inhale, ragged, and start to cry.
He isn’t a gentle man — he doesn’t show care this way, and love is so rare to earn from him that he’s rarely showed it at all, but it only takes a beat of looking at that miserable, heartbreaking expression before his body moves and he pulls the Detective into an unpracticed, awkward hug.
They stiffen, seeming as shocked as he is, but relax into the hug after only a few beats of their unsteady heart, hands wrapping desperately around his back and twisting tight into his shirt. They bawl into his chest, and he can’t make himself relax or hold them right, but he hopes it’s enough. He hopes they don’t think they have to keep smiling.
“I th-thought,” they whimper, so quiet he doesn’t think he’d catch it without his hypersenses, “that — h-he’s in love with me, and I’m i-in love with him, so we’d — and I just — I thought I’d b-be enough for him to — I thought I’d be wuh-worth letting the walls down.” They hiccup, voice going smaller. “I really — th-thought I’d be worth it to him.”
Mason loves all his family. And he loves Adam, his stupidity and all, and he’s more loyal to that man than he is to the Agency or much else. But he regrets, for a moment, not slugging the bastard when he’d had the chance in the hallways, days ago, when Adam had stupidly broken their fearless Detective’s heart.
“But I wasn’t,” Blake whispers. “I — w-wasn’t worth it. I wasn’t good enough for him.”
They’re more stubborn than anyone he’s ever known, himself included, and more full of love, too — and while Blake has taken guilt for those they’ve harmed or failed, or who’ve been harmed or failed by them, he truly never thought they’d ever hear the Detective doubt whether they were worth enough for another person. Mason hates it, and he grasps their biceps to pull them away from his chest. He’s relieved to see they’re not still smiling.
“Don’t talk like that,” Mason bites out, his hands tightening on their arms. “You are good enough for Adam. Hell, you’re too good for Adam. That’s the whole problem.”
Blake sniffles out a joyless laugh, not smiling, head shaking.
Mason almost growls, “He’s the one who’s too much of a coward to deal with his feelings, not you. He’s the one who’s acting like an ass, not you.” They laugh again, still weak. “You’re stronger than he is, and that’s the issue, not whether you’re worth it. You didn’t do shit wrong. Don’t let him make you think otherwise.”
Blake inhales, hard. The tears don’t stop, but the sobbing’s faded to hiccuping whimpers, which Mason will have to take as an improvement. “— He said the s-same thing. That I’m stronger than him.”
“Then that’s about the only thing that he got right about this whole thing.” Mason squeezes their biceps and hopes it’s encouraging. One of Blake’s hands rises, still shaking, to wipe at their eyes. “I’m not good at this shit, Blake. But I know that Adam’s shit isn’t your fault. And you shouldn’t feel like you’re less than anybody, especially not a guy who can’t even be honest with himself, let alone the person he loves.”
They steady in his arms at the words, nodding to themself after a long beat. It hurts, but — the words help. Mason’s belief in them, a belief they’d shared until so recently, helps.
“I think —” They have to pause, to inhale shakily, to get their voice back. “I think you’re better at ‘this shit’ than you think you are.”
“Don’t you turn this around into comforting me or some shit. I can only handle so much mushiness in one sitting.”
And they laugh — a real one this time, for however choked and soft it may be. “I’m not. I just — thanks. I — hah. I’m still fucking miserable but I — I feel better. I feel — I feel better.” They inhale, a little steadier this time. “You’re a good friend. I love you.”
He’s glad the light’s still off so the Detective can’t see the flush on his face. This fucking human... “I just said I can’t handle more of this mushy shit.”
And they laugh again. “Okay, okay. I’m — I’m gonna take a sh-shower and then show my face for the first time in days. I’ll inflict any more mushiness on Felix. Sound fair?”
Mason lets his hands drop from their arms. “Sounds fair.” His smile is crooked but sincere when he adds, “I’ll still be there, just pretending not to hear it.”
“That sounds perfect.” Blake reaches forward and takes his hand, squeezing it once. Mason groans — just to get another chuckle out of them — but returns the gesture.
#blake whitlock#Specialist Agent Mason#adam du mortain#only mentioned because i trapped him in the glue trap for breaking blake's heart#The Wayhaven Chronicles#anyway i just rly wanted 2 like. i have thoughts#cos like...blake rly thruought the whole flirtation was not all that angsty or sad abt a's bullshit!#aside from the prerequisite stuff. but they were bold and unapologetic and KNEW he loved them#which honestly? has just made this worse!#anyway cant wait til i have 2 experience this again with erin and ava (dying)#when i write ava and erin fic and all the titles are st south lyrics its over#wayhaven spoilers /#ANYWAY I JUST THINK BESTIE M IS SMTH THAT CAN BE SO PERSONAL#fic
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SBI X Spider Hybrid Reader Part One
Warning: Minecraft AU kind of, Fluff, Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mention of panic attacks, Reader is Gender Neutral
Tommy groans in relief when he sees the sun start rising through the trees.
He'd been stuck up the spruce tree all night, having initially forgotten how late it was, and had been fighting off every Overworld mob that took great interest in him constantly. The blond teen stretches, feeling ligaments and bones crack as he sits up, watching the sunrise turn from a periwinkle pink to swirls of orange and yellow, leaning in the fork of the tree. The agonised moans of a zombie and skeleton as they start burning in the light echo through the trees.
When the sounds fade and it turns quiet, Tommy finally puts his sword covered with dried mob remains away and untangles his limbs from the branches, carefully making his way down. The branch his feet are on suddenly snaps under his weight, the skinny teen cursing colourfully as he crashes to the ground, smacking into a few leafy branches and receiving many scrapes and scratches.
Tommy's breath gets knocked out of him, and he ends up staring up at the shady canopy from below, a peculiar expression on his face as he struggles to breathe. A gasp tears from him as he sits up and clutches his chest, inhaling shakily.
"Fuck, man! Ah-ha-how!"
He whines pitifully as he stumbles to his feet and runs a hand up his shirt, wincing when he presses softly against his ribs only for them to burn. He'll definitely have bruises later, even breathing too deeply hurt.
"Are you alright?!"
Tommy's hand is on his sword instantly as he whips around, confused when the person who questioned him is nowhere to be seen. "The fuck?! Who are you?!" He yells out, eyes wide as he scours his field of vision intently. "Where are you bitch!?! What do you want?"
The teen finally looks at a large spruce tree that looms over the other trees, and he sees two bright eyes shining in the shadows of the branches. They're a dark orange, reminding Tommy of candlelight. He lowers his sword warily, head tilting as he looks up at the hidden figure, relaxing his muscles. They blink slowly, before a small voice filled with whispers echoes down to him, "I'm sorry if I scared you, but I was seeing if you were alright. That looked like it hurt."
The teen's mouth falls open in horror as he realises how rude he just was to someone who was looking out for him.
"Oh no no I'm so sorry, I've just had a shitty night, I shouldn't get mad at you!"
"Anyway," Tommy continues as he keeps looking up, trying to make out the person. "What are you doing up so high?" The orangy eyes blink, before the person stammers out "I-I got stuck with something. I can't really free myself, so I'm up here for safety." Tommy smiles, before he runs a hand through his thick hair. "Well can I do anything? Do you want me to come up-"
"NO!"
Tommy's taken aback by the sudden outburst, before the person quickly apologises. They sigh.
"Listen, I'm not exactly normal. I-If I let you help me, do you swear o-on your life that you won't hurt me in any way?"
Their voice is dead serious, a few spruce branches shuddering as they appear to move. The teen is confused momentarily, before frantically nodding. "Of course bud," he promises. "I'm not gonna get you. Do you need me to climb up..."
His words die in his mouth as the stranger suddenly starts descending, finally coming into the light. Tommy stares in shock. He bursts out into laughter. A young spider hybrid has somehow managed to wrap themselves in their own silk and is trapped in a cocoon. Their orange eyes are shut tight, face flushing red with embarrassment as they lower themselves down a thread of spider silk created from their hand. Four spindly spider legs are crossed and trapped behind their back under the mass of web. Sharp fangs jut out of their mouth, which is kept in an angry pout. They finally stop coming down, hanging just in front of Tommy, and he realises as his laughter dies down that they're actually quite small, almost five foot tall.
The two meet eyes, one blushing hard and the other in utter stupor. "OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU'RE ADORABLE!!!" Tommy squeals, eyes turning into stars as he reaches and grabs them in their bundle, holding them carefully. They open their eyes and smile as they look at the skinny blond, and make a sound of a pair of cymbals crashing together quietly, making Tommy squeal louder.
Cooing, he takes out his small iron axe and lays the hybrid on the ground, kneeling above them before carefully cutting open the silk. His eyes constantly flicker between the axe and their sweet face, making sure that the trapped being isn't uncomfortable as he reassures them with a surprising softness Tommy never usually showed. When they're freed, the spider hybrid sits up, and the teen sits back on his knees to finally get a better look at them.
The hybrid's skin is speckled with dark grey, like large freckles. Their orange eyes glow softly, crinkled and warm, half-hidden by short dark fluffy hair. A pair of their spider legs jut out from their back like wings without membrane, another pair formed just under their human arms, and both are thin and spindly. The being wears black ripped jeans and a lightly shredded black shirt.
"Thank you so much!" The hybrid exclaims in relief, their voice light and airy, spider legs stretching wide before relaxing. "I don't know how long I've was stuck for."
Tommy's face is stuck in an awestruck expression, grinning stupidly as he holds out a hand. "My name's Tommy."
"I go by Y/N. Well, that's what all the other mobs have called me. I didn't really have a name before I came to this place." The teen 'awws' at the name.
"I like Y/N, that's such a cool name for you!" He coos, laughing when Y/N hisses at him half-heartedly, trying to fight the grin off their face. The hybrid climbs to their feet, but when Tommy goes to follow, a sharp pain in his chest knocks him back down, making him inhale sharply as he clutches his ribs.
"Tommy!" Y/N immediately bends down over him, watching with great concern as he lays down on the ground, breath coming in pants as the pain, which had gone ignored until now, increases by tenfold.
"Fuck, ahh it hurts!" He growls, angry tears prickling his eyes as the blond tries to move, only to yell out as his chest screams in agony. "Stupid fucking tree! The fall must have hurt me more than I thought!"
Y/N's eyes rake over his injured form, before their face darkens in thought. "Tommy, I know this sounds weird, but let me take off your shirt."
His answering cry could have been heard in Snowchester.
"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!"
They lean down over him, orange eyes flashing as they say firmly "I need to know how badly you're hurt. Then we can contact someone to get you, since you are in NO CONDITION to move on your own." He goes to protest, but actually starts crying when he tries to sit up and he feels one of his broken ribs poke against the flesh in his chest.If he didn't get help soon, he wouldn't get out of this forest alive.
"God-okay, just be quick please. This really fucking hu-urts!" Y/N uses a hand to gently turn his head to the side, one pair of spider legs crossing and uncrossing restlessly. The other pair of arms trace lightly along Tommy's frame, tiny muscle twitches on their concentrated face the only visual display of their results.
"Who can I call Tom?" They whisper, pushing the hair from the teen's crying eyes. He whimpers, hands buried in his hair as he replies "Phil, my dad. Techno will be there too. Not sure about-" A sharp stab in his chest cuts off his words. Nodding, Y/N very carefully reaches into Tommy's pocket and pulls out his phone. As they scroll through his contacts to call his dad their other arms work to slice away the teen's shirt with the sharp ends of their spindly legs, pulling away the fabric. Upon seeing his chest, the spider hybrid immediately presses Phil's name.
Tommy's chest is dark with bruises, almost black and purple and heavily swollen. "Tommy!" An older man's voice that's laced with concern reaches their ears, making them focus on the phone. "Mate, where have you been? You better have a good explanation for why you didn't fucking come home last ni-"
"Um, this isn't Tommy, sir." Y/N says nervously, quickly saying when the man falls deathly silent, "I'm a friend of his. W-We need help right now, please come quickly. T-Tommy's really hurt. He fell out of a tree and something's badly wrong with his chest, I think his ribs have broken-"
"Where are you." It's not a question, Y/N can hear the urgency in the man's voice. They hear movement in the background, a low murmur to someone else, who seems to push over a chair and bolt from the room in response." A-about halfway up the track through the woods to Snowchester. Where the big spruce tree is." They hear the man sigh in relief. "Good. That's close. Please give the phone to Tommy." Without any second thought Y/N hands the phone to the injured teen, who mouths a 'thank you', before bringing it to his ear.
"P-Phil? I-It fucking hurts." He whispers, voice broken from crying, breath rattling badly in his lungs. Phil inhales sharply, responding with "I'm on my way mate, I'm coming as fast as I can. Just hold on Tommy." The teen groans as a particularly deep breath makes his head spin, and he holds his hand out to Y/N, who takes it gently. They wait tensely, staying with Phil on the phone the while time. Finally, the spider hybrid hears beating wings, and they look up to see a man with large dark crow wings flying towards them at high speed, carrying a satchel.
His green robes trail behind him, and as Phil basically crash lands next to them in his haste to get to Tommy, Y/N notices that his wings are burnt at the edges, the feathers broken but healed. Fully blue eyes glow dangerously as the winged man looks over Tommy protectively, slightly taloned fingers pulling a potion from the leather satchel and uncorking it, immediately pouring it into the teen's mouth.
"It's a healing potion, swallow it Tommy," Phil says with almost angry urgency, grabbing a lighter pink misty potion and splashing it across his chest. Y/N watches with astonishment as the mist seeps through Tommy's skin and starts to dullen the bruising, the blond starting to slow his panicked breathing as his ribs start fixing itself. The crow hybrid gives Tommy another health potion to drink when suddenly Y/N hears hoofbeats thundering towards them. The spider hybrid turns their head and shrieks in terror when a large pig hybrid with big tusks wearing a big large jeweled crown and a long red, velvet cape leaps off a diamond-armoured horse and picks them up by the scruff of their neck, red eyes flashing darkly.
He throws them far, and they collide with a tree trunk like a rag doll, sprawling on the ground. Y/N howls in agony when they feel one of their back spider legs snap on impact, splaying their limbs wide instinctively to make themself look bigger as the brute stalks towards them, pulling out a glistening trident. With a sob, they scream out "WAIT PLEASE, I DIDN'T HURT HIM, I'M A FRIEND!! NO STOP, I DIDN'T HURT HIM!!!"
Tommy, who had now almost fully recovered from his near-death injury, the potions healing his ribs extremely quickly, sees Y/N sobbing, their broken leg dangling uselessly as Technoblade walks towards them, intent on finishing his kill.
The teen scrabbles to his feet in a panic and starts sprinting his hardest towards then, crying out
"TECHNO NO!"
The pig hybrid halts his movement, looking at him sharply, the voices roaring in his head,
KILL THE WRETCHLING! Protect Tommy! They hurt him! Is Tommy okay?! Bruh, Tommy took an L Shut up, not the time!
His eyes widen in shock when Tommy throws himself in front of his terrified friend, blue eyes fiercely staring into Techno's. "What the fuck, dude!?!" He yells angrily, shielding Y/N from the hybrid. "They saved me, you fucking prick! Y/N was the one that called you two, and you're trying to kill them?! FUCK OFF!"
Techno drops his trident, shock racing through him, the voices quietening as they process the new information. Suddenly, he's hit with a collective wave of horror as they now start screaming
OH NO! SHIT! OH GOD! THEY'RE HURT!!! WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!? L
He reaches out to the two, but the injured hybrid is hyperventilating and in an uncontrollable state of panic. They scream and thrash, wailing when they see him reach out, so Tommy stands up incredibly quickly and pushes him away. "GET THE FUCK BACK, YOU'RE SCARING THEM!!!"
He growls harshly, baring his teeth at Technoblade despite Tommy not being a hybrid. The hybrid stumbles back, still in a state of horror, hand pressing to his forehead as they voices scream and wail their mistake, multiplying and bouncing around his head until Phil's hand on his shoulder brings him back, grounding Techno and quieting the voices.
"I think it's best you head home mate," Phil says softly, eyes dulling to normal as the rush of fear and power settles down. Technoblade nods and heads to his horse quickly, racing back to the house to contemplate his actions. Phil crouches down to Y/N and starts humming a warm melody that catches their attention slightly, breaths coming out jaggedly, on the verge of a panic attack.
"Hey, mate, I need you to look at me okay?" Y/N looks up tearily at Phil and Tommy, who's huddled close to them and gently positioned them against his chest, struck with guilt as he carefully moves their injured leg out, unfolding it, and they yell out, shuddering.
"I'm so fucking sorry for this." Tommy says as sincerely as he can, watching Phil's hands move carefully over the spider hybrid's injured limb, electric blue magic flowing from his hands and swirling around it. Y/N curls against the lanky teen as their leg starts to heal, the bone straightening and mending fast, pain slowly dulling. When Phil finishes mending the leg, he reaches out and strokes their cheek tenderly, apology filling his eyes.
"Thanks mate for helping Tommy. I apologize for what happened with Techno, the voices in his head tend to overreact when any of us are in trouble." He says, voice low and warm. He holds out his arms and Y/N nods dazedly in consent, the shock giving way to drowsiness. Phil leans forward and scoops them into his arms, standing up and holding the small hybrid close, Tommy standing up as well, looking down at them worriedly.
Y/N presses into Phil's chest, the winged man smelling like nice fabrics and somehow the sky itself. They say quietly, "Tommy's the first proper friend I've had. I wasn't going to let him die." Tommy smiles and ruffles their hair, earning him a quiet cymbal noise of happiness. He looks at his father and practically begs, "Please can we take Y/N home? She-"
Y/N hisses harshly, making the other two jump.
"Sorry he-"
Another hiss.
"AAA fuck THEY will need to rest for a bit. Right?"
Phil looks down at Y/N, who gives him a timid smile, and responds with, "Only if they want to." The spider hybrid shifts uncomfortably, saying with a very small voice, "Will he try and hurt me again if I do?"
Phil shakes his head, running a hand through their fluffy hair. "No mate, he won't get you. It was just the heat of the moment. I promise you he feels horrible right now. Techno will stay away from you if you want him to, alright?" Y/N finally nods, to Tommy's happiness.
"YES!"
The calm fly to their house was fairly fast, since Y/N was so tired they fell asleep. Phil's wings, although burnt at the edges and occasionally sore, were incredibly strong, the man able to handle Tommy on his shoulders while Y/N had their arms slung around Tommy's neck like a backpack. When they landed, Tommy hopped off Phil and took them into the large wooden house, waking Y/N carefully.
Y/N drowsily looked around with amazement, dark orange eyes taking in the couches, the kitchen, the intricacy of the engraved spruce wood that made up the house. Their eyes fall on Technoblade, who's sitting on the couch with his head in his heads. He looks and straightens up, hands unconsciously sliding over the long like braid that trails down his shoulder. Y/N's grip on Tommy tightens slightly, and the scrawny teen glares at his older brother with a dark expression.
"I-I'm very sorry." His low voice carries over to the two, the pig hybrid looking much less scary than what he did before. "I understand if you don't want me around, but I want you to know how bad I feel that I hurt you, especially at the fact you saved Tommy's life."
His shoulders seem to sag with relief when Y/N nods, before Technoblade stands and leaves the room briskly, red velvet cape dissappearing around the corner. Tommy mutters a few curses towards him, before Phil comes in and shrugs off his robe, leaving him in a light green patterned tunic and matching pants, before walking over to the two.
"Come on, I'll show you where your room will be." He says kindly, eyes crinkling. As the trio walk down the hallway, they don't notice a pair of eyes watching them intently as they pass by, gleaming with curiosity and interest.
Thanks for reading, please follow if you enjoy my writing, I'll post the other two soon 😋💜
#dream smp#sbi#sbi au#Technoblade#tommyinnit#philza#dream smp x y/n#dream smp x reader#please dont repost
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Love at first sight
A/n:Heyy love I just want to this story is going to be something cute and awe adorable yeah yeah I also just wanted to say that this story does take place in like their X factor day and like year would be like 2015-17 ya know also TYSM for alll the love on the last story @ellior1111
Paring:Damiano David x Fem!reader
Warning nun really just some fluff
You had been walking down the lovely streets of Rome and you turned the corner to see a group of people singing well only one person then you had saw to people one playing the guitar and another playing the bass and there was a guy who had some long hair you ever seen playing some sort of drum. But the one that got your eye was the one singing. He was super pretty and he had such a lovely voice that you loved so much that every day you would go and see them a 3pm because that the time you would see them play and one day you finally had then courage to go up and talk to him. It was a normal beautiful Sunday in Rome and you went to the place that they were at and you had heard you favorite song raggamuffin selah sue but it was a cove but it still sound amazing. You had decided to were a white sundress with yellow flowers on it. You had put you hair in a ponytail with two strands of hair out you grab your purse and left. you were running down the block and you turned the corner to see them setting up you walked over to the guy with short hair and you tapped his shoulder. “Hey.” He said looking at you. See you were never the type to believe in love in first sight but with this guy it was something different. “Hey umm I just wanted to say that you and your friends have some amazing talent that I ever seen so far but I came to ask you if I can maybe could get your number and we could be friends.” You said fast looking at the floor. “Wait are you that girl who comes to all of our gigs ever day.” He said. “Yes umm I just also wanted to say my name is y/n.” You said looking back up at him. “Well y/n I just wanted to say thank you for the compliment and how about we unlock that pretty little phone off yours so I could put my number in it.” He said looking at you then he gave you a wink. Your cheeks heated up as you went into your purse grabbing your phone and unlocking it and giving it to him. “Umm here you go.” You said lowly. “Thank you love.” He said grabbing your phone and typing his phone number into your phone. “Here you go love now now text me so I can get your number and save it.” “Oh okay.” You said stuttering. “Well hun will you like to go out with me after our little gig.” “Uh sure why not.” “well little lady I’ll see you when we are done.” He said grabbing your hand and kissing it. Your cheeks got pink and warm. You went to sit were you always did and watch them perform. (Fast forward to like 5-6pm)Their gig was over and they were packing up there things you decided to go and help them. “Hey let me help you with this.” You said to the girl who was playing the bass. You help her pick up the thing that made her instrument loud. (idk what there called 😭) you guys walked over to were the van where and had help her put it in there. “Hey are you that girl who my friend damiano was talking to.”mashed said looking at you. “Um yes that me hi my name name is y/n and you are.” “Hi y/n my name is Victoria but you can call me vic.” “Okay sure.” “Let me just give you a quick summary of who we are we are måneskin and I am the bassist of the band and the one with the short blonde hair that out guitarist Thomas and the one with the long hair who plays the drums than Ethan and out lead singer damiano which you already met. She said. “Well I see that you two ladies got to met.” Damiano said walking up to you and Vic. “ oh hey dami I am just introducing ourselves to your girlfriend.” “W-what I am not his girlfriend.” You said. “Soon that will change my love.” He said lifting up your chin to look at him. “Damiano you are such a flirt.” Ethan said walking over to you guys. ”hey Ethan my name is y/n.” “Hello y/n.” Then next came Thomas came along. “Hey guys oh shit is that the girl that dami Talks about all the time to us.” He said. “Thomas shut up.” Damiano said punching him in the shoulder. “Okay okay but I think she should know how in love you are with her the moment you said her.” “Oh yeah y/n he would non stop talking about you for the rest of the day.” Ethan said. “Awe that cute you know I was just the same.” You admit.
After that you and damiano had when on your date and after that you both started to date and you came to all of their gigs and support him all the way until he became and international rock star with the rest of the band. THE END❤️❤️
#damiano maneskin#fem!reader#damiano david#måneskin#måneskin fanfic#ethan torchio#ethan maneskin#victoria maneskin#victoria de angelis#thomas raggi#thomas maneskin#fluffy
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Also 🖊️ any variation on Sounder I miss sier
ARIEL-SOUNDER-ECHO-ARIEL THE OUROBOROS EATS ITS OWN TAIL. If you've been on my blog for a while you probably know sier by name I tag sier Constantly. I love talking about Sounder. Here's some Sounder.
Sounder's a PC from a sleepaway campaign that I was gonna play with some friends but never really ended up happening (scheduling issues etc) but we just kind of. ended up writing the entire story of these characters anyway. Including multiple pieces of writing and Significant amounts of art. Ariel is Sounder before sie became human and also a camp counselor. Echo is Sounder after he dies of love. Ariel is Echo after it becomes fucking normal again. If that doesn't make sense I'm about to explain it in detail aldkjfalkjdf
ARIEL was a wind spirit who served at the pleasure of the Underhill King (fae Old World entity that represents the Old Ways etc. big ass bone stag man). Pronouns... uh. Didn't really need them. It/they is close enough. Its job was to rustle the bone charms and bells that the Underhill King wears on His antlers and that was it.
They found Wallace (another PC, goes by Laevis by the time the campaign would have begun) bleeding out and almost dying in the woods, and made a Deal with the Underhill King for the power to heal his wounds and take care of him as he recovered. Laevis wakes up in the forest to see Sounder over him, hands pressing against the shrapnel wounds in his neck.
[Image ID in alt text; the Underhill King's dialogue is written in small caps and His pronouns are written with a capital H.]
Our Crafter for the campaign decided they wanted the magic for this campaign to work via thread crafts, especially friendship bracelets, so Sounder's humanity being granted via friendship bracelet is pretty significant! The bone pendant and bracelet thread make up the necklace that Sounder wears in pretty much all the art I draw of sier, which is the visible symbol of the deal sie made with the Underhill King. Sie never takes it off. The implication in the passage above is that if Sounder ever finds a true home, sier life will end, as sier life and curse are inextricably bound together. I feel like this may be a good point to mention that Sleepaway is a horror-tragedy ttrpg. btw.
That gets us to Sounder (sie/sier and he/him)! ^^ awesome art above is an art fight attack from @klqdraws !!!!! [Image ID: a waist-up portrait of a tan-skinned, blue-eyed man in a white tank top and yellow skirt. Sie has waist-length black hair with a blue tint, part of which is pulled into a short braid over sier right shoulder. Sie has stubble and multiple ear piercings, and sie is singing and holding out a hand to the viewer. End ID]
SOUNDER is a Songleader (one of the character archetypes from the Sleepaway TTRPG.] Gender: Blowing in the Wind, Name: A Name Used Only Here (the character sheets for sleepaway are hella good). Sie is a cryptid of a camp-counselor -- not on the payroll, never heads home on the buses with the rest of the group; sie just seems to show up to help out when camp begins and everyone's just sort of accepted this. Sounder is a camp nickname given to sier; Laevis (who'd lost his voice in the accident that left him bleeding out in the forest) only refers to sier with a handsign of a fluttering bird. Sie's got a playlist here if you want to check it out.
[Image ID: a collection of panels depicting Sounder signing "we're gonna be okay" in ASL, and Laevis, a young man with dark green hair, vitiligo, and small scars all over his body, who echoes the hand signs after them. This is in reference to a mechanic from the TTRPG, the Songleader's hook, which gives characters a mechanical bonus for repeating Sounder's words in a narratively significant way. End ID]
Due to the nature of sier's existence and curse, sie can't stay in human form year-round -- they can only hold human form for so long, turning back into the Wind when they've run out of time to spend with the other campers and counselors. In the off-season, they exist primarily as the wind that rustles through the trees. Laevis, who grew up in the woods with Sounder, has developed a habit of climbing to the top of trees to feel the Wind on his face. He talks to it.
Sie's in a poly love triangle of sorts (souvisel) with two other PCs, Laevis (you've met Laevis) and Joel (or Jay, his camp name). Sounder and Laevis grew up together; Laevis and Joel were childhood sweethearts who never met again after their childhood days at camp together. There's lots of shenanigans here -- Laevis throws Joel into the lake, Laevis falls asleep on Sounder and Joel carries him back to his cabin, Laevis disappears into the woods and Joel searches for him every night because he refuses to believe that Laevis could have died, despite the mounting evidence that he did. Normal polycule things.
Won't spent too much time on Sounder's death since I wrote an entire piece about it; feel free to read it if you're interested (3.5k, about 6 pages)! TLDR; Sounder willingly walks to sier death because sie can't choose to give up the home that sie's found with Laevis and Joel even though it kills sier and Joel wakes up alone in a bed with a discarded flower crown, Sounder's broken pendant, and a wolf who is also his dead boyfriend Laevis. A very bad day to be joel jay sleepaway.
[ID in alt text.]
So. aha. That takes us to ECHO, it/its. It will eventually go by sie/he as well as it/its once it makes its peace with being what's left of Sounder, but that's a ways off. It's got a playlist here also.
[Image ID: Joel, a young man with longer black hair and a short jacket with a broken heart emblem, stares forward with a shocked expression. A white moth has landed on his left eye, covering it. Curled around him is Echo, a translucent white ghostly figure with long hair and a hole where its heart should be. Handwritten text at the top of the image reads "Haunt Me Then." End ID]
Echo is angry. Echo is a spirit of vengeance. Echo is something like the shed skin that Sounder left behind when sie died. Echo's character archetype is Moth Maiden, and it was brought back unwillingly by the moon and is making it everyone else's problem. One of the very first things it does once it begins to exist is kill Joel (somewhat accidentally -- it intended to hurt him, certainly, but Joel was on a journey to the underworld at the time under the condition that touching the water would kill him; its a long story)(you can read the story at the link, credit to @courfeyracs-swordcane , joel's creator, who wrote the story in question).
[Image ID in alt text].
This post is getting pretty long so I won't get too into the Echo relationship dynamics with the rest of the cast (we call them Theseus collectively/as a ship name because they're all dead and different people now. Ship of Theseus kinda blorbos). CJ (Joel after he becomes the Cataract Squire) becomes the Underhill King and Echo is not remotely normal about this. Laevis (who is split into two pieces at the time, Mori and Wolf; it's another Long Story) ascends to a kind of godhood as Hati.
[Image ID: another gorgeous art piece by @lovelandfrogman i received as an artfight attack!!!! The image displays three panels in a descending diagonal from left to right. The first is an image of Sounder and Joel against a backdrop of trees, holding hands and singing together. The second is an image of Echo and Joel against a foggy background. Echo is behind Joel and holding his shoulders; they both seem visibly distressed. Joel is wearing Sounder's necklace. In the final image, Echo, following by moths, holds CJ from behind against a backdrop of the lake. They look tired but somewhat hopeful, and CJ is wearing Sounder's necklace. End ID]
I'm currently working on writing a piece about how Echo becomes Ariel (pt2)(the ouroboros eats its own tail), so I'll probably yell about that later when I get to it, and this post has gotten long enough. If you've gotten this far into the post I love you thank you for reading about my little guy Sounder sleepaway. sie's so important to me <3
I'll leave you with the art Teddy @courfeyracs-swordcane drew me for my birthday of Echo and CJ because it's stunning and I want to put it in here even though I didn't really properly get into the Echo/CJ dynamic (they have a deeply complicated relationship where CJ is wracked with guilt over technically causing Sounder's death and Echo's entire Existence, and Echo hates him for taking the throne of the fae king that cursed Sounder and for the aforementioned Causing Sounder's death, and is fiercely in denial about wanted to be close to them again. They have sex about it. They're almost okay after a few hundred years of this.)(<- from echo's art fight page).
[Image ID: hella good art by @courfeyracs-swordcane of Echo and CJ. Echo is seated side-saddle on a horse and is wearing a flowing white dress and a pink flower crown. It is leaning down towards CJ, who is looking up at it with a scared and hopeful expression on his face. CJ is wearing a jacket over a white binder and ripped jeans, as well as greaves, wrist armor, and a gorget. He has a sword tied to his belt. The background is a forest scene filled with small pink flowers with mountains visible in the background. End ID.]
#pallas post its#long post#yeah i had a lot to say alskdjfalskf im sorry gang#sounder sleepaway#camp azalea sleepaway#sleepaway ttrpg#pallas presents#tagged and credited everyone whose art i put in the post but lemme know if any of yall would rather i take it out
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Narrator Design Process (so far (I need a second opinion))
Hello and welcome to this design journey of the Narrator from The Stanley Parable of course (this game is holding me hostage). Im going to take you through my process step by step. Why? Why not?
First I thought it would be fun to look at what the fandom has cooked up. Get a bit inspired and all that. I havent really looked into the fandom before, just saw a couple compilations that convinced me to buy the game.
(I linked all of the artist at the end of this mess. Am I making this more complicated than it should be? Probably.)
I love the creativity of the fandom, there are so many different designs for the Narrator. I picked ones I found interesting or are somewhat similar to what I had in mind.
The next step was research, a lot of it actually. I read the fanwiki for information about the narrator, there might be hints at what he actually looks like that I simply missed. Turns out there isnt much, nothing to be precise. I refused to give up yet, so I decided to look up the voice actor of the Narrator: Kevan Brighting.
The issue is there arent many pictures of him online(that I could find), which makes it hard for me to guess a bodytype. None the less I used Kevan Brighting as the base for my design. Judging from his twitter he likes being the Narrator and he did a phenomenal job in the game, so I think its fitting to honor him this way.
Since there arent many visuals to go off of I tried to guess more things about the Narrator based off of what he says, how he behaves and how he constructed the game. From here on out its heavy headcanon territory.
The story the Narrator wrote takes place in an office building. In the first rooms it all seems normal, but the further down you go things get messy. Messy in the way that no actual building is built like that. In my headcanon the Narrator works in an office building where he spends a lot of time.mainly at his desk somewhere. He wants to be free of that job but somehow cant, so he wrote a little story about the office and the mind control facility and freedom. Through Stanley he can live out this freedom he cant have.
If we boil this down to something that can be used for a design, its that the Narrator is an office worker, his outfit should reflect that.
In the confusion ending you can also hear the Narrator rustling with paper, so I thought it would be fun to give him a clip board with paper where he organises his story. At the same time he forgets he has a clip board, so he writes on his arms. Many see this as rather childish, it reflects how childish he can be.
The idea I def wanted to adopt from the already existing designs is the headset. I find it very creative and fitting, as the Narrator is well, a narrator.
This is my second ref board. Here I also started to think about colors, and what else would be more fitting than the game itself? When I design something for myself I use colors I like and I bet the Narrator did the same, so I want to use the colors of the office building for his design. Here Id also like to state that in my headcanon the Narrator is left handed, because he wants Stanley to go trough the left door cuz it might come more naturally to him (because he is left handed).
The thing Im the most unsure about is the Narratos tie. In many designs its yellow, a great spot for an accent color and its a direct reference to the Adventure Line. And thats the thing- its the Adventure Line. The Adventure Line is its own entity with its own will, and Im unsure if I want to make it part of the Narrators design. On the other hand it is genius character design.
Here are my sketches so far (The sketches with arrows are the ones Im going with). As you can see the hair was a struggle, because I wanted it longer which did not work out as intended. The body type needed a bit too but I am satisfied with how it is in its current form. (I swear he is shaped like my religion teacher)
Just to make it clear, he scribbled on his arm but cant read it afterwards.
Okay Im not actually finished with the design yet because I want a second opinion. So please, if you have any suggestions, ideas or things youve noticed do let me know.
https://www.tumblr.com/spookyspeks/694040150380101632/finally-made-a-proper-final-ref-of-my
https://thinking-outside-the-giftbox18.tumblr.com/post/696308843115954176/the-stanley-parable-stanley-and-narrator-designs
https://vega-482.tumblr.com/post/704296923697446912/my-stanley-and-narrator-refs-plus-more-info
https://cym-k.tumblr.com/post/700050862599471104/unauthorized-fucking-thing-send-them-to-the-void
https://www.tumblr.com/marsalta/713334348855869440/duketod-s-narrator-design
https://www.tumblr.com/scooterofficial/713357064372731904/more-narrators-idek
https://www.tumblr.com/entorandy/713377431714725888/heres-some-stanley-parable-narrator-stuff-i
https://sketchy--d00dles.tumblr.com/post/713528541321494528/sad-wet-creature
#the stanley parable#the stanley parable the narrator#the narrator#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#tspud#tspud narrator#the stanley parable narrator#design#character design#design process#character design process#tsp
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waking up with dazai
cw/tw : none, jus more fluff :)
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soft, warm sunlight pours through your bedroom’s open window. it illuminates all the dust in the air and tints your white bedsheets a pale yellow.
the sound of sirens wailing is what wakes you. not the alarm you have, which is set to go off in another 10 minutes. it’s obnoxious and loud, but the bed is warm, it’s cozy, and what’s better? dazai’s lanky body is curled around yours.
his arms hold you close to his chest, tensed even in his sleep as if he’s afraid you’ll decide to get up and leave. his chin rests atop your head, a bit of drool staining his pillow.
“dazai?” you tilt your head up, kissing his chin to try and wake him up. a raspy whine leaves his lips. dazai nudges your head back down with a grumble.
“no.”
“dazai-”
“i said no.” he hisses, tightening his hold on you and frowning.
“i have to go to work.” you tell him when, truthfully, you want nothing more than to stay here in bed with him.
“can’t you just call in?” he whines, willing for you to simply give up and go back to sleep. normally you never wake him up like this. he’s always sprawling out across the bed with an arm loosely wrapped around you so you can move without waking him. you have no clue what had prompted him to become so close to you last night, but the feeling of his body pressed against yours isn’t something you hate.
“i mean i guess but-”
“great, i’m calling for you.” he stretches out and reaches over onto your nightstand without letting you go. dazai picks up your phone, settles back beside you on the bed, and begins his avid search through your contacts. a mischievous gleam lights up in his eyes when he finally finds your place of work.
“dazai!” you desperately attempt to wrestle him onto his back so that you might get a chance to steal your phone back from him. unfortunately you’d underestimated his strength. it’s almost too easy for him to pin you down, his hand keeping both of your own above your head as he waits for your manager to pick up the phone.
“hello!” he answers with a sing song voice but the glare he’s giving you is nothing but vile, “y/n won’t be in today. yes, they’re just in so much pain.” a fake pout line his lips. he’s really dedicating himself to the role.
“mhm, i’ll have them call you later if they’re feeling any better.” finally he hangs up. your phone is tossed back onto the nightstand without any care of it not having a case.
“Dazai…” you stare up at him, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth.
“are you telling me you want to go to work?” he cocks a brow at you from behind his shaggy curls. they cover his eyes now and soon he’d need a haircut.
“no.” you sigh, wriggling underneath him to try and get comfortable. your movements are soon unneeded as dazai finally climbs off you. he searches the room for what looks to be a clean shirt. it’s baggy and across the sternum is a graphic design of one the older godzilla movies.
“great,” he grins, brushing his hair out of his face so you can see the tired look in and around eyes, “settle in sweetheart, i’ll go make us some coffee.”
#bsd dazai#bsd anime#dazai x reader#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai fluff#dazai headcanons#i love him so much#fluff#early morning#repost#lynn’s works 🌧
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I know that being on hiatus means less posts (unless I made a queue and I hate that) but it's somehow surprising to me every time when there aren't any new ones. because I haven't made any. wild. @spacetimewraithwrites *skrrt* you got tagged!
the return of youth story!
weak (draft 0, 2020)
“You okay?” Cal was the one who spoke.
Mark kept his eyes on R, though. He was so tall and intimidating with Mark so weak and exposed and sick, slumped over on the couch. The couch wasn’t even his. The couch that was in the house of the two brothers who were waiting for an answer about whether or not Mark was okay and Mark did not know if he was okay and was it okay to say that? To the people that let him sleep on their couch while he was sick? The couch at least deserved an answer after all the scratching Mark had done to it.
“I don’t know if he’s totally here,” Cal whispered, and Mark realized belatedly that he and R had swapped positions and now it was R who was kneeling in front of him and that was really weird.
warm (draft 0, 2020)
Nyks wandered into the main club room and carelessly plopped face first onto the couch, interrupting R’s quality phone scrolling.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Nothing.” Nyks’ voice was a flat yellow, unobtrusive but wince-worthy on the ears.
R squinted down at the decidedly solid boy draped over his legs. “Are you down?”
“Yeah.” Single-word responses, short on energy and also anything but that pale excuse for warm sunshine.
watch (draft 0, 2021)
Cal sighed, tapping in the side of R's helmet. "Go normal fast, okay? And not too far." He chewed on his lip.
"It'll be fine." R ruffled his brother's hair. "And if it isn't, you'll get to watch Daniel scold me and I'm sure you'll enjoy that."
"You bet I will," Cal groused. "Have fun, Nyks. Hold on tight."
Nyks smiled and took his turn ruffling Cal's hair. "I will hold on very tight. See you later!"
water (draft 0, 2021)
“That’s the goal? To be spring water to each other instead of tap?”
Evie nodded.
R slide his gaze over to Cal and Daniel, who seemed perfectly content to merely watch the conversation instead of contributing. “You don’t have anything to say?”
Daniel tugged on Cal’s hips until the younger boy sat on his lap. “I’d love to be deep cave water, wouldn’t you?”
“Can I have flowers in my spring for extra flavor?”
Evie rolled her shoulders. “How would I know? I have to know you better before your type of water can be determined.”
wall (draft 0? 2022)
“When I flirt, it doesn’t mean anything,” R winks at him.
Mark doesn’t budge. “When I didn’t notice you it also didn’t mean anything.”
He doesn’t like having the zoom so close up on his emotions but there’s no way to do this without them. He doesn’t want to be doing this, having this conversation with R either, but previous circumstances have proven that this is just a thing that R does. He’ll sit on his feelings for way too long, and then force others to hash them out with him. Which, it’s good, overall. It’s better to know what they are. The logic of the process doesn’t make it any easier, though.
R squirms, teetering back and forth on the balls of his feet because if he’s showing what he feels he really shows it. His shoulders roll back defensively, too, but he he doesn’t respond.
Mark looks away, not wanting to see the display of R with open curtains. He’s just as closed as usual, only letting his thoughts come out of his mouth. Even so, with this particular friend he still feels see-through despite his best efforts. It makes any kind of confrontation harder. He isn’t a wall, he’s just a window. And it certainly doesn’t help that R is wilting in front of him rather than fighting. There’s nothing for his words to bounce off of.
wince (draft 0, 2020, revised 2021)
R toed the pavement in disgust. “Gods, Nyks, why do you always do this to us?”
Nyks pressed his lips together, putting his shoulders back. “Do what. Put you in the position to talk about things instead of being children and biting back your feelings? Yes. That sounds very bad.”
Evie punched R in the stomach without real force, but R winced anyway. “Our, ah, acquaintanceship can’t be fixed just like that.”
“Right.” Nyks blinked, but with his whole body.
R, Evie and Mark all reached for him, one hand each resting on a shoulder or his head. Nyks looked at each of them in turn, his smile tired.
“Sorry,” Mark said, first.
“You okay?” R asked.
“You guys are so stupid,” Evie grumbled. “R, apologize, too.”
R tugged Nyks toward him and wrapped his arm around the less than solid boy. “I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”
“You’re not stupid,” Nyks mumbled. “You’re just dumb.”
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Hermittober Day 26 (Late): Spy
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Martyn was pretty sure that Etho actually hadn’t gone off his rocker.
Unlike his red-tricolor brother, the ambiguous canid was making some sense. Concentrated creation magic could do weird crap in small amounts, and he shuddered to think of what it could do in large enough numbers. If a single little shard could be the catalyst for summoning a Breeze…
“…how much would be needed to control a Warden?”
Etho hastily scribbled some equations next to the diagrams. “Let’s see… maybe a hundred of those tiny ones, or thirtyish large ones around the size of a hand. I don’t know what quality whoever��s doing this has, but if they’re all as nice as the one Hypno had, thirty might be overkill.”
Just then, Mini, who had happily moved inside with the pile of sculk machinery when the storm picked up, poked his head from the room where they’d put the fugitives. “E’s awake and singing, folks. They seem really spooked. Can I take the blindfold off?”
Grian looked at everyone else before nodding. ”I’ll take it off, Mafia. Stay out here with Informant and Republic. Who wants to do the interrogation with me?”
Martyn’s hand shot up, followed by a more tentative Impulse.
“I can’t have you stealing all the thunder, brother!”
“I’ll do it too. I can play the muscle.”
Mini nodded, ducking back into the room before leading Salem and Joeyish out. The former was carrying the delicate Sensor board, while the latter had the massive Shrieker terminal in his arms. He was also complaining loudly.
“Why can’t I be a part of the interrogation?! I’ve got plenty of menace!”
Salem snorted. “Republic, we need to stay safe because of our skills. And I don’t care if you heard that, mask-wearer—“ she threw her voice towards the door “—cause we can hold our own in a fight!”
A dejected sigh answered her. “I don’t intend on fighting any more.”
Martyn blinked as he approached the room. “Wow, he’s more defeated than I thought.”
Catching sight of E, his suspicions were only confirmed by their appearance. Their mask had been removed so that Tango could perform what he called ‘field alchemy’, which seemed to have healed whatever damage they’d taken in the battle, but also given their eyes a look of jaundice and their skin a yellow pallor. That is, if they didn’t have those attributes already. Martyn wouldn’t be surprised if they did, as their overall sickly color was emphasized by hollow cheeks and seemingly endless eye bags under tangled red-brown hair and matching stubble.
E stared uncaringly as the three entered, their eyes only showing fear upon catching sight of Impulse’s massive cavalry sword. “So. Grian, Martyn, and Impulse. Am I correct?”
Grian returned their stare with his own level gaze. “Yes. We have some questions for you.”
“Shoot.”
Impulse, without a twitch in his expression, hoisted his crossbow from his back, unloaded the firework, stowed said firework in his belt, loaded the crossbow with a normal bolt, readied the crossbow, aimed it upwards, and fired it. The crossbow flashed with enchantments, runes glowing purple, as the arrow split into three and all three stuck deep into the stone ceiling. As two of the projectiles slowly vanished into violet light, Impulse finally broke his silence with a tentative smile.
“Did you think that was cool?”
E laughed. “Yeah. Yeah, that was cool. And accurate.”
Martyn cleared his throat as Impulse holstered his crossbow. “I agree. Now for the questions. What is your goal?”
E sighed and straightened a bit. “My goal… is to repay a debt to a few someones with very lofty goals of their own.”
“Multiple someones? Who are they?”
“Yes, at least three. I only know the appearances of two, and I can tell that the other one… is the mastermind. All are illagers, of the far eastern mansion in the snow. One is a vindicator with a hair-trigger temper, and the other is an iceologer with charm. The last was really tall, and, well, I can’t explain this, but they smelled like an evoker. They stank of spirit magic. Reeked of it. But I’m just one part of their plans.”
Grian tilted his head, making the ‘curiosity pose’ that warned of heightened interest. “Oh? Who else is in on it? And how do you know?”
E smiled a little. “Well, I was planning to backstab these guys. Take the emeralds and magic shards and run. So I did a little snooping around the mansion, with the help of some little vex. I found records of communications between the illagers and a ‘spy’, as well as between them and a ‘supplier’. I know not who that spy is, but I do know that the supplier and spy both are connected to the Duchess Cleo.”
Impulse frowned. “Cleo? Why would she… wait. The eastern mansion’s specialty is, uh, puppeteering, right?”
“Yep.”
“And Cleo’s into puppeteering herself. And you know who else is a rather well-known manipulator?”
“…I’ll bite. Who?”
“The Lord Bee Double Oh, who also happens to be the liege-lord of Welsknight. And thanks to his… outgoing nature, I’m almost certain that he is currently visiting the Duchess.”
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Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me - Entrée De Journal Un : Memories
This Journal belongs to: Will Solace (Apollo Cabin)
So, here I am, writing in a stupid journal. I just want to say, if you’re mortal, then please stop reading this. This isn’t a normal journal. If you’re a Demi-god and stole this, please stop reading as well. This is private.
This is where I go when things get hard. I know, I know, I’m a healer. Things aren’t supposed to ‘be hard’ for me, but they are.
I don’t think things would be as hard as they are if it weren’t for Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. He’s always walking around like he owns the Camp, well, news-flash, Nico, you don’t own this Camp.
I mean, I get it. The kids had a hard life so far, but that doesn’t make him better than anyone else!
Part of my brain is saying ‘Get as far away from that kid as you can, he’s no good,’ while the other part, the doctor part, is saying ‘You’ve got to help him, he’s obviously got depression and if you don’t help him and he kills himself, that’s on you, Solace’.
I’m just not sure what to do. Do I listen to the healer side of my brain or the reasonable side of it?
I think first, I should listen to the healer part and then go from there to see if he’s really that bad or not.
I thought back to our first encounter, about how sarcastic he was just a few days ago, and how I was currently forcing him to stay in the infirmary.
“Put that down!” I hissed, careful to keep my voice quiet, “What are you doing here?
“Me?” Nico asked, “What are you doing here? Getting yourselves killed?” “Hey, we’re scouting the enemy. We took precautions,” “You dressed in black.” Nico noted, “With the sun coming up. You even went as far as painting your faces but didn’t think about covering up that mop of blond hair. You’re basically a waving yellow flag,”
My ears turned red and I blushed, “Lou Ellen helped mist around us, also,”
“Hi!,” Lou Ellen said, “You’re Nico, right? I’ve heard a lot about you. This is Cecil, he’s from the Hermes Cabin.”
Nico knelt on the ground with us, “Did Coach ever make it back here?”
“Yeah, Hedge is fine. He managed to make it right in time for the birth of his child,”
Nico smiled, which looked like it hurt his face. He probably wasn’t used to making many expressions like that, “Is the kid and Mellie alright?”
"Yup, just fine. Little Satyr boy,” I said, “I ended up having to deliver him, though, not very fun at all. Have you ever delivered a baby?”
“Um, no?” Nico said. I could see the look of confusion on his face when this topic was brought up. Obviously not seeing how this was supposed to be helping us.
“Yeah, well, I needed to get away from all that. That’s why I volunteered for this ‘mission’. Gods of Olympus, my hands are still shaking, do you see this?” I asked.
I grabbed Nico’s hand. It sent an electric current down my spine. I could see that Nico felt it too because he flinched and pulled his hand away. I didn’t like that feeling.
“Whatever, we need to come up with a plan because the Romans are supposed to be attacking us at dawn and I need to-” Nico started,
“If you’re planning to shadow-travel, forget it. Don’t bother,” I said,
“Excuse me?”
I could tell that Nico expected me to flinch or shy away from him, but I didn’t, I stood my ground.
“Hedge told me about what happened last time you did it. You’re not doing it again,”
“I literally just did it. I’ll be fine. Plus, you don’t tell me what to do,”
“No, you’re not fine. I could sense the darkness coming off of you when I touched your hand. They don’t call me a healer for fun, di Angelo,” I said. “You’re in no shape to fight, one more shadow-travel and you might actually turn into a shadow. For good. So, no shadow-travelling. Doctors Orders.”
“The Camp is about to be destroyed, Solace-”
“And we’ll defend it. We’ll stop the Romans, but we’re doing it our way. Not yours,”
I want to help him because of the darkness within him, but how am I supposed to help him if he’s so arrogant? I mean, honestly, I wouldn’t mind being his friend, but I don’t want to be friends with someone as stuck up and pushy as he is. My sister, or half-sister, Kayla, has suggested that I may like the son of Hades, but I don’t think I do. How could someone ever like someone like him? My other siblings keep saying that it’s not like me to talk so down about Nico, but I just can’t help it. I don’t like him and I never will.
But, just because I don’t like someone doesn’t mean I can just abandon my job as a healer here at Camp. If someone needs my help, I have to help them, regardless of what they may have done or who their godly parent is.
Nico needs my help. I don’t need the stress of something happening to him, all because I didn’t help him.
So then, it’s decided, I’ll attempt to help him during his stay in the infirmary. It’s currently his second day. The war happened yesterday. But it seems like it happened years ago already.
And, don’t get me wrong, I would just like to say that I am not homophobic in any way. Just because I deny liking Nico and complain about him all the time does not mean I have anything against LGBTQ. Just thought I would put that out there. Plus, my dad’s Apollo, and he’s Greek. Greeks are bound to be gay one way or another. A lot of my siblings are either gay or bi as well, some of them are even pansexual, so I have nothing against it.
But back to Nico. I have a feeling he’s going to push me away so I might have to get one of the seven to help, maybe even Hedge. He cares for Nico.
I don’t know, it’s late now, and tomorrow is Nico’s last day in the infirmary, but I want to try to see just how much darkness is still in him and then see if he needs more time to rest without distractions.
That’s all for now.
#solangelo#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#hoo#pjo#percabeth#percy jackson and the olympians#frazel#will solace#nico di angelo
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Fandom: persona 4 (NSFW) kirks: threesome, double penetration, creampie and stand and carry position. Characters: yu narukami, Margaret and izanagi no okami. "Plot": Margaret wants to see yu's world arcana and his true Power and have some Fun.
YIKES am I rusty at heterosexual smut and Narukami. I hope this is good, I tried to clean it up and really polish it. If anyone wants to give some pointers on how to better write smut, feel free to comment it lol, until then I hope you still enjoy it~
CW: Monsterfucking, threesome, everything listed in the ask
"Margaret, what exactly are we doing here?" Narukami asked, following the elegant blue-clad woman known as his velvet room attendant.
"I need more space than your velvet room provides, so I'm taking advantage of the tv world." She explained simply, stopping her sudden search when she reached Yukiko's family's inn. Naturally finding it silent and still beyond the gentle trickle of the hot springs behind the privacy fences.
"Why exactly do you require more room, though?" the persona user asked, but the concern in his voice was assuaged with the simple explanation,
"It's nothing to worry about, dear. I just want to try something and I need more room."
So, obediently, and admittedly out of sheer curiosity, Narukami followed the beautiful woman into the inn so she could survey the space. Leaving the tall silver-haired male at the front desk until she found a place she seemed satisfied with.
Then, she eagerly pulled him out to one of the quietly bubbling pool of warm water. And from there, Narukami was far more familiar with the way things were bound to go. Watching with a tingle already in his pants as she loosened her belt and let her dress fall into a puddle on the pavement. Leaving the elegant woman in nothing but the yellow fog until she lowered herself into the steamy water.
"Well? Come on." She invited when she looked back and saw the wildcard still standing there clothed, chuckling at how fast he tossed his own clothing to the side in what equated to a rush for him to join Margaret in the bath. And while he was notoriously difficult to read, the fog couldn't seem to hide how excited he truly was.
From there, Margaret was quick to pull her wildcard into a hungry kiss. One that the silver-haired man returned almost instantly while snaking his arms around her waist to keep her soft figure pressed against him in the warm bath. Running his hands along her sides and over her hips while they kissed, making her groan and hop up to hook her legs around his waist so he could easily grip her ass and grind her hips against the throbbing erection he sported.
However, when he tried to lift her up enough to allow his throbbing member into her warmth, the silver-haired woman broke the kiss and breathed,
"Wait, wait. I want to try something."
"What is it?" The wildcard asked dumbly, making her turn a little pink, but after a moment's hesitance, she did finally say,
"Well, you can summon Izanagi, right?" and he nodded, biting back the urge to grin as he connected the dots. Instead, he let her say it with a bright red face,
"Do you think, maybe you could...summon him?" She asked quietly, her golden eyes locked on the water lapping at the bit of her stomach that wasn't in the water despite the flicker of hope in her words. So Narukami didn't push her to outright say what she wanted the persona for. Simply repositioning her so she could continue to cling to him as he summoned his tarot card and crushed it. Releasing the requested, white-and-gold monster.
While normally Izanagi no okami towered over any regular human, due to not being summoned for a fight, he seemed to match Narukami more closely for height. Which, made sandwiching Margaret between him and Narukami far easier. The simple action earning a low, pleased hum from the attendant that turned into a moan when her wildcard began nibbling and kissing along her throat while his person ran his hands up her sides from her hips to her breasts.
And while Margaret wasn't shy about letting out lascivious noises to show her pleasure, Narukami let out his own quieter noises when she squirmed and wiggled her hips against his erection the right way or squeezed him with her legs. So, once again, he repositioned the attendant so he could press the tip of his member just barely into her warmth.
"You still want to try this?" He asked her while Izanagi lined himself up as well, making the curvacious woman shudder and breathe out an eager moan before she nodded. So, giving the attendant a kiss on the cheek, the silver-haired wildcard lowered her onto his erection.
Naturally, at the same time that he slipped his twitching member into the moaning woman, so did Izanagi no okami. Which, provided a new sensation for Margaret, but also Narukami. Because, while Margaret got the bliss of extra friction and a thorough sense of being full, Narukami could feel his persona filling her ass just as full as he filled her pussy, and he couldn't quite tell if that was through the same bond that made him feel every attack against the persona, or them being inside of her at the same time. Either way, it sent an extra zip of pleasure straight to his dick.
The one downside though, was that Narukami had to go a bit slower than he usually might with his attendant to avoid hurting her. Not that Margaret seemed to mind too much, as each slow, deep thrust they gave her earned a decadent moan that mixed with the gentle sloshing of the warm water they stood in to make quite the lewd soundtrack.
At a later point Narukami might be thankful that the tv world was pretty much abandoned, but for the moment he was too caught up in the thrill of seeing the increasingly bliss-blinded look on his lover's face and feeling her claw his shoulders and twitch around him. If someone came across them in that pool, he wouldn't care one tiny bit.
While he continued to thrust into the desperate woman though, Narukami did his best to steal a few hungry kisses and hit her g-spot every time he moved. All in an attempt to draw out more mewls and whines from her. All the while, Izanagi no okami helped in his weilder's mission by continuing to play with her breasts and kiss at her neck when Narukami wasn't. The duo working together to alternate their thrusts and continue to work Margaret up until her golden eyes just about glazed over and she came unravelled around the silver-haired wildcard. Who, with a few more thrusts, wasn't too far behind her in letting the tightly wound spring in his stomach come undone. And judging from Margaret's loud moan and her clawing into his shoulders like she might float away without him, Izanagi no okami flooded the velvet room attendant's soft body with his own hot seed.
Margaret just about melted against Narukami into a puddle of warm butter after that. Letting the silver-haired wildcard hold her as they both caught their breaths and let the pool wash away whatever juices may have dripped out when Izanagi no okami vanished.
"So, was that as fun as you'd hoped?" Narukami eventually panted, letting the woman nuzzle into his neck affectionately as she hummed,
"Fun enough for me to know that we may do it again."
#Yu Narukami#persona 4#Yu Narukami x Margaret x Izanagi no okami#persona#Izanagi no okami#not sfw#spicy#lemon#ask#Margaret from persona 4
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✿ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 | 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍 (𝖾𝗎𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺) ̥*ೃ♡𓏲
synopsis ⇨ you show your boyfriend the ropes of your night routine while he’s sleeping over at your place.
pairings ⇨ elliot x fem!reader.
warnings ⇨ casual fluff! some swearing, mentions of food, drugs, & marijuana intake—that’s it i think!
authors note ⇨ here’s some sweet & light elliot fluff for ya’. i haven’t exactly been in the writing mood which unfortunately lead to me deleting drafts left and right. consider this a valentine’s day gift, especially for all my single babes out there. ♡
let’s face it—elliot is definitely not that kind of guy to cater to skin care, self care or a proper night and morning routine. he practically lives off cocaine (which you DO NOT CONDONE at any costs), marijuana, and off brand cereal from the convenience store down the block from his house.
which is the reason why you invited him over for the weekend—or at least part of the reason why; you missed him. both of your schedules have been hectic hectic hectic, making the time you two would normally spend with each other shrink.
you start him off with a bubble bath, which is something you adore giving yourself. when elliot told you he hasn’t had a bubble bath since he ‘was like, six or something’, your eyes nearly popped out your head. who doesn’t take bubble baths every now and then if not regularly?
“get innnnnnn,” he’d wine, watching you as you neatly reorganize your body wash collection. dove is your best friend, suave is not.
“yn, get in.” he’d say again, a little more force in his voice. “seriously. the water is gonna get cold, dummy.”
eventually, your boyfriend would get tired of asking you to join him. as you sprinkle in more rose and lavender bath salts, the curly haired imp would pull your body in. you let out a shriek when you feel the warm water hit your clothes.
“elliot—what the fuck!” you cry. the feeling of being in water with clothes on, especially denim, makes your skin feel…mucky.
“awe.” elliot fake pouts. “look at you, all wet. i guess this means you have to join me now, right?”
you want to strangle him—you really do. but you can’t even take him seriously at the moment with the pile of foamy bubbles he has sitting on the top of his head.
after the bubble bath, you guys make your way to the kitchen for a late night snack. normally it would be dinner, but you guys kind of had a late start and had pizza around seven. something before bed wouldn’t hurt, though.
“what are you making?” elliot questions as he watches you spread some sort of green paste on to a slice of whole grain toast.
“avocado. i’m making avocado toast and cold foam chai tea.”
“yn…that sounds like total rich people shit.”
you roll your eyes and hand him his plate. “shut up and eat. the tea is almost done, i just need to add my…finishing touch.”
“which is….?”
“literally just crushed chamomile flower petals.” you respond. you know he doesn’t have a clue what that is. he shakes his head and continues to eat his toast and not gonna lie, you’re kind of glad to see him eat something other than captain krunch. how long can anyone survive on just sugar and yellow dye number five?
“is this not coffee?” elliot asks after his first few sips. you kind of want to slap him, but you don’t. the whipped cream and milk mustache he has on top of his actual mustache makes you want to lose it.
once you guys are done eating you head back into the bathroom for proper skin care routine. boy are you gonna have a field day with him.
you show your cute but clueless boyfriend all the products you use in their in order. you start him off with the facial wash, gently rubbing the soapy liquid on his cute face.
“hmm,” you playfully tap your chin. “i don’t know man, you’re really handsome.”
“damn right i am.” he’d say before gently kissing you lips.
wrapping that up, you both head back to the living room to watch some tv before bed. it’s almost midnight, and you’re 100% they have some old cartoons still taping on some channel.
“it’s channel 103, dipshit.” elliot laughs as he snatches the remote from you. you playfully kick his side causing him to groan.
one thirty rolls around and you start getting sleepy.
you move over closer to elliot and curl up into his body cuter, catlike. he puts his around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead.
“m’sleepy.” you mumble. your eyes start becoming heavy. you squint at the tvs ray of neon lighting, coming from the scooby doo characters.
“me too baby, me too.” as you lay on him, you feel his arms move around a few times, reaching over for something that seems to be placed on the side table next to the couch. you hear something that kind of sounds like ceramic bowl or plate thumble, shortly followed by the flickering of a lighter.
that all too familiarly potent aroma seeps into your nostrils causing you to furrow your eyebrows.
“i know damn well you’re not smoking in my house!”
“you said your parents aren’t home,” he looks down at you, eyebrows furrowed as he takes a hit out of his blunt. “so i figured why not?”
“‘why not’ my ass.” you mumble taking the stick from his lips and bring it to yours. “didn’t even offer me some, stupid.”
you both take turns rotating the weed until there was nothing left, sleep soon taking over your bodies leaving you both in a peaceful slumber.
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#elliot x reader#elliot euphoria#elliot imagines#elliot headcanons#euphoria#dominic fike#elliot x fem!reader#elliot x y/n#elliot x you
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