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enam3l · 1 year

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rockstar!dad eddie is definitely not immune to the claims that dads baby the pets that they didn’t want in the first place .. the girls begged & begged the two of you for a dog and eddie was probably vehemently against it because all of you travel too much or he knew the two of you were gonna be stuck caring for it till the girls actually just showed up one day with one & now that’s his best friend for life

yes. just yes. so fun fact, i used to be a foster mum for dogs so i am definitely breed bias. idk if you know the actor joe manganiello but he's married to sofia vergara (gloria from modern family) and he is this huuuge man but has this tiny chihuahua he dresses up and insists on taking everywhere. i love that for him and eddie.

anyway i dedicate this one to my favourite foster child marnie who i got have for six months! it was her birthday the other day and she is finally living her best life 🫶

ps: if you want your parents to get you a dog, try what the daughters do. this is exactly how i got my dogs when i was younger lol.

there's something about marnie (rockstar eddie munson x reader) ficlet / fluff / smut

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

'Dad, I want a dog.' Eddie is certain that is the only thing his daughters have said to him in the last two years. All of them are teenagers, all of them are hormonal, all of them are getting on his nerves, all of them refuse to speak to him... unless it's to ask that one question. Sloane was now eighteen and in a constant panicked frenzy over finals. Iris was sixteen and was convinced she was an adult. Maeve was fourteen and at the peak of puberty and peak of being a pain in the ass.

Personally, Eddie had felt his reasoning on refusing their pleas for a dog had been very fair. Although he was not used to being bad cop and he didn't like it. You were always the firm parent and he was a soft touch who was wrapped round the fingers of his girls - you included. On multiple occasions he had given his daughters his reasons.

Now the girls were all teenagers, Eddie was finally beginning to start touring with Corroded Coffin again. Something he chose to stop doing once the kids had been born.

Even though you mostly worked from home, sometimes you did have to go away for work. He didn't want you to be left with the responsibility of the dog all the time whilst the girls were at school.

Within the next five years, all of the kids would be out the house and at college, leaving the dog behind with you and Eddie. He had planned on using a child free house to his advantage and taking you away all the time.

Yet clearly, his reasons continued to go in one ear and out the other as tonight he was victim to a well coordinated attack. All three of the girls cornered him as Eddie sat watching a film. His protests ignored as Maeve snatched the remote and turned the TV over. Iris plugged in a laptop causing a PowerPoint presentation to appear on screen. Sloane stood next to the screen like a weather lady as she began her perfectly rehearsed argument. Those damn girls are trying to convert me, he thought.

Often at his own expense, Eddie realised all three of his children inherited the best of both you and him. Taking his street smarts and tactical logic and your academic skills and charm - it was a ruthless combination that he's certain if wielded incorrectly could be used for world domination. Once they'd finished, Eddie sat there gobsmacked as they filed out the room to go about their Saturday evenings. Sloane leaving him a printed copy of the presentation for him to as she described it, 'peruse at his own leisure.' Eddie scoffed at her sass, knowing Wayne would've whacked him round the head with a newspaper had he used a line like that when he was a teenager and probably now.

That night, Eddie lay on his bed flicking through the papers. It's not that he thought they were incapable of looking after a dog. They'd babysat Steve and Marissa's dogs plenty of times and were great. It was just that life would be changing constantly over the next few years and that made Eddie nervous. His fretting was interrupted by you bursting through the door and jumping on top of him. You ripped the papers from his hands, chucking them across the bedroom, before pinning his wrists above his head.

'Hey, what's this all about sweetheart?' he questioned, still slightly startled. But his question was quickly answered by your lips attacking his neck and bare chest.

'Empty house,' you grinned between nips and kisses, 'want you Eds.'

And who was Eddie Munson to refuse his wife?

All the questions that had been plaguing his tired brain all evening were long forgotten. The only thing on his mind was you. What else could he think about when the love of his life was between his legs, plump lips tight around his throbbing cock. You'd been together for twenty-five years now and still Eddie felt like a horny teenager around you. He was putty in your soft hands - literally in this case. Your hands cupped and played with his balls as his thick cock hit the back of your throat as he chased release. The way the bedside light caused your wide eyes that stared right into his soul to twinkle, made his pulse quicken. The light also caught the ring he'd slid onto your ring finger twenty years ago. Eddie couldn't believe this was really his life now.

'U-uh fuck, sweetheart...' he groaned, 'Bout to cum baby.'

You could feel his balls start to tighten in and cock begin to twitch - he was seconds away from cumming. So you pulled your mouth away and retracted your touch.

'AGH! What the fuck,' he whelped.

You looked your husband right in the eyes. Eddie's big chocolate eyes, wider than ever in shock at the loss of touch. Letting him know you meant business, your face fell deadpan and nails dug into his hairy thighs.

'You're getting them a dog, Edward.'

He spluttered in disbelief, hands waving around aimlessly. 'WHAT! I cannot - you really doing this to me right now?'

'Yes,' you smirked, 'and you'll never cum again if you don't do it.'

Eddie knew you weren't lying so that's why he finds himself two weeks later stood in the dog rescue shelter. He couldn't deny it made him happy seeing the joy on his girls faces when he told them the news. His only condition which you'd also agreed upon was that the dog needed to be a rescue. The charity had thoroughly vetted you all and checked the house. Eddie couldn't believe he was just allowed to pop out as many kids as he wanted without approval and yet he had to go through so much to be allowed a dog.

Shuffling along behind the rest of you, he peered into each occupied space, reading the little biographies of each dog. Eddie had always seen himself as more of a cat person. Cats were weird and a little spooky, something he could relate to. Plus, he had happy memories feeding the strays at the trailer park growing up. Today, he'd expected to simply be the chauffeur and bank, letting the girls choose their new friend.

Then his feet ground to a halt as he caught sight of a little presence in a cage he'd thought was empty. There in the corner was a tiny pile of dark fuzz, brown eyes blinking back at him expectantly. The little creature looked as if someone had drew a scribble and stuck a pair of googly eyes on it. Eddie approached the cage and the dog followed his move, coming closer towards him. It was a little dog of a thing, little legs sticking out of scraggily fur in varying shades of black and grey. The dog could've been mistaken for the animalistic form of a wise oracle from a game of D&D.

'This one,' Eddie called out, surprising you and your daughters. You all double backed, not having noticed how far behind Eddie even was. Your gaze followed to what his finger pointed at. Instantly your heart melted.

'It's this one. We're getting this one,' he insisted again. Iris squinted at the paper attached to the cage as she read it aloud to you all.

'My name is Marnie. I look older but I'm only two. Please take a chance on me, I'm a quirky girl but full of love.'

You let out a little sniff, your hand finding Eddie's to squeeze it. Immediately you could recognise exactly why he'd find her, she was a tiny dog version of your husband. It was meant to be.

'Okay, Dad's word is final. Marnie is the one!' You exclaimed. Eddie's face lit up with glee, heart full that without him explaining it, you just knew why she was special.

'Thank you sweetheart,' he mouthed silently.

'Are you sure Dad? Did you not want something a bit bigger?' Sloane questioned.

'She kind of looks like an ancient wizard...' Maeve remarked, bending down with her hand out, her fingers immediately being licked thoroughly through the metal bars.

'I'm sure. She's perfect,' Eddie grinned.

Marnie Munson was inseparable from Eddie. All of his previous concerns went straight out the window the moment he saw her. She fit perfectly into your lives. Completely unbothered by travelling or loud music, Marnie became an honorary roadie for Corroded Coffin. Eddie had her perfectly accessorised, frequently returning home from the shops with a new purchase for her. Matching him perfectly, she wore a studded pink collar and a pink and black bandana. And you're still clueless as to where he found it but in the winter Marnie was kept warm by a knitted Metallica Christmas jumper. Utterly spoilt rotten like all the women in Eddie's life. Clearly, Eddie's title of girl dad was not limited to human daughters.

ps: i don't know if these books were only in the uk and new zealand but anyway this is how i picture marnie

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holysteddie · 10 months

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cw: nsfw stuff happens while they're semi in public and both drunk.

i did not re read this because i wrote most of this while really tipsy and sleepy in a car so i thought it would be funny if there was some mistake, or impressive if there isn't.

Robin had to physically pull Steve out of the bar, and yet he still had a drink in his hands, a moscow mule she guessed from the smell. She let him drink it, 'cause at this point it wouldn't make much of a difference.

She let him in the passenger seats in the back and waited for Nancy and Eddie, she could still hear some Mindless Self Indulgence song playing from the club, and she beat her fingers on the steering wheel. Ever since she learned to drive, Steve took advantage of it one too many times. If she wasn't drunk already, then he would get drunk and force her to be the one driving.

Steve was giggling at himself in the back, booping his own nose, when he saw Nancy dragging a happy Eddie away from the bar, hooked under her arm, while his other free arm was flying in the air as he sang the song playing in the background with his voice high.

Nancy threw Eddie in the backseats, on top of Steve, and then threw herself on the passenger seat with a sigh.

"Sorry, he said he was pissing himself and i'd rather believe him than him actually, y'know, pissing himself in your car" Nancy apologized, putting her hand on Robin's. It was really not necessary, not the apologizing nor the touch, but both were nice to receive.

She smiled tenderly at Nancy, and started the car, accompanied by giggles and laughs from the back seats.

She turned around quickly, seeing Steve and Eddie all over each other, laughing on top of each other like they'd just said the funniest thing in the world. She's not sure they even said a word to each other.

In the club, when they first arrived, they'd been a little shy, giving each other longing glances like they always did. Steve was brave enough to compliment Eddie's looks, saying he looked good. Beautiful, was what he meant, but good was good enough, good enough to make Eddie blush and thank him with his lip trapped between his teeth.

It took several drinks for them to be able to get into a real conversation and expecially to dance together.

Steve offered Eddie some weird, fruity drink, and then they danced together on the dance floor somehow both like they were the only two people there, and like there was so much people that they had to stick to each other like that at the same time.

And then they kissed, at some point, and Robin would've just let them be, celebrated, even, for how they finally got their head out of their asses, but they were drunk, and he wouldn't forgive herself if they went a little too far and then regretted it the morning after, or if they didn't and they had to live their love story without even remembering their first kiss properly. She'd hate if it happened to her. She was hoping they were so drunk they'd just forget about it so they could just have a real first kiss, to never know they already had one.

So she pulled Steve away as he whined, and then she let him go back to Eddie, but stayed close to them the whole time, one eye on her secret, super delusional crush dancing in front of her, the other on the two boys standing a little too close to each other.

And so now they were here. She was tired, and she couldn't wait to go home, and Nancy beside her looked in even worse conditions, her eyes closed and her fingers pressing her temples.

She stayed silent the whole car ride, looked at Nancy every once in a while, and they shared a small smile. Then Nancy closed her eyes, and she looked back at the street.

Behind them, the two boys were not making much noise, just some giggles every now and then, and when she turned around quickly at a red light to check on them, she found Steve leaning heavily on Eddie's shoulder, both of them with their eyes closed. They looked so cute she might've thrown up, so she tried not to look at them too much, turned on the radio a little to hear something other than soft snores and quiet nonsensical mumbles.

The next time she peeked at them, Nancy was mouthing the words to the song, probably trying to stay awake, and Eddie had his eyes half open in a weird expression, and Steve– It took a second for Robin to realize that no, Steve did not disappear, he didn't throw himself out of the car without her noticing, but he just, collapsed.

He could see his legs, and if she squinted a little, she could see some movement, like Steve's head was in Eddie's lap, and he's patting his hair. Sober Steve would hate it. Actually, Drunk Steve would hate it too, coming from anybody else but Eddie.

Why did she check on them again? They make her nauseous.

They're almost home when Nancy started to straighten up. Robin thought she just realized they're close and found the will to fully wake up, but then her fingers go to the radio and turn the volume down, and she leans her head closer to the gap between their seat but without throwing her head too far, like she's trying to listen to something.

Now, it's not like Robin had hearing problems, but between the music and the wind and trying to focus on driving, she decided that the little weird sounds coming from the back seats were ignorable. It was just Eddie being Eddie and being drunk, nothing too weird.

But now the car was stopped at another traffic red light, and the music was off, and–

The sucking, wet, squelchy noise is so evident she actually feels like throwing up.

She turned around completely and looked in between their seats in a hurry and regrets it instantly as she saw an image similar to what she pictured just earlier.

Steve's head on Eddie's lap, Eddie's fingers in his hair. But he wasn't patting them, he was holding them in a tight grip, pulling and pushing on them, and Steve's head was bobbing up and down, and– she just saw Eddie's balls.

His face was contorted in pleasure and he kept humming every now and then, the only noise he was letting himself let out. Instead, Steve seemed like he wasn't even trying to turn his volume off, giving Eddie the noisiest, sloppiest blowjob in the history of blowjobs.

They just kept going, not noticing (or not caring about) Robin and Nancy both looking at him, caught them right in the act.

"Oh my fucking god you are not sucking his dick in my car!" She screamed, slapping her hand on one of the seats just to make noise and scare them. It worked.

Steve jolted up, letting Eddie's hard dick free and wild in the air for everyone to see.

Both her and Nancy screamed, Nancy covered her eyes and Robin looked away at Steve, while in the corner of her eyes she could see Eddie hurriedly tucking his dick back in his pants.

Honestly, Steve wasn't a much better view. His lips were red, puffy and wet, glistening with something that couldn't be just spit, and his chin was wet, and his hair were sticking up everywhere, and he was so visibly hard in his jeans that it was painful just to watch him.

"Nancy, sorry, i'm gonna need you to get out so that Steve can get his ass out of the car and seat next to me." Nancy immediately gets her seatbelt off and starts to get out of the car, at the same time as Steve started to whine in protest.

"But–" He tried to argue, holding onto the seat in front of him, looking at her with his big brown eyes. They weren't gonna work on her, not this time, not when they weren't filled with his annoying cuteness or his kicked puppy energy, but wet with arousal and need. It was gross, really.

"No buts! You're sitting beside me at the end of the discussion." Eddie snickered at her usage of the word buts, like some sort of preschooler, and Steve shamefully lowered his head and got out of the car, sitting in Nancy's place.

She saw Nancy sitting beside Eddie, trying to stay as close to the door as possible, her face scrunched up as she pushed the window down to let the backseat air a little.

She felt sorry for her. She'd rather die than sit right where Steve's horny ass was sitting a moment earlier, where just a couple of minutes ago, he was sucking a dick.

"I'm sorry, Birdie" Steve muttered once he had his seatbelt on and she started back the car, the traffic light going from red to green for maybe the third or fourth time since she stopped.

"Yeah 'm sorry too" Eddie said after Nancy subtly punched him in the guts. Well, not really subtly since she noticed.

"Okay, now shut up. The both of you." They nodded, and she turned the music back on

"Unbelievable..." She muttered under her breath, even as Steve threw depressed kitten looks at her. She was not falling for it, the bastard wasn't regretting one single thing, and the only reasons she's so calm is that he's drunk, and she knew that he would've never done that if he wasn't.

She kind of feels bad, a little. She was supposed to look out for him. She tried to do that the whole night, trying to pull the two away from each other so they wouldn't get hurt. And yet she managed to fuck it up, and now Steve sucked his first dick while drunk in the back of his best friend's car, with his best friend and his ex girlfriend in said car.

She tried her best, at least, she couldn't take that away from herself. And she was still upset with them, drunk or not.

She kept driving, and if she saw Nancy winking and fist bumping Eddie in the back, she said nothing.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #i was drunk in the back of the car when i wrote this #i didnt even proof read idk #robin buckley #im sorry robin you didnt deserve this

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steveisagay · 1 year

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Hello, on behalf of my friend who doesn't have a Tumblr account \•<•/, could you write about an Eddie x Male Reader? Where reader is bisexual but before going out with Eddie he had a girlfriend who left and no one knew where he was not even her parents, a while later he begins to date Eddie but the Ex returns with a baby (who is the son of a reader) he is fascinated with the news since he always wanted a family and with several children, so he begins to give all his attention to the The baby, reader doesn't know what to do, he loves his baby more than anything in the world but he also loves Eddie and feels confused with the return of his Ex. That's the context of everything, I hope you like the idea!

Co-parenting Requires Effort

Eddie Munson x Reader

I really tried to get to this request but I feel like I really only did half of your request so of course I apologize for that but writer's block has been fucking me over so I hope you are satisfied with what I got Y/N's ex comes back after struggling with raising their baby and Y/N needs to figure out how to tell his boyfriend, Eddie Warnings: swearing, not much else I don't think, not proofread

Eddie was amazing, he was perfect compared to anyone else Y/N had ever dated. I mean sure there were a few people that came close, but that didn't matter. Eddie was his present, his now, and the past didn't matter. He'd been getting more serious as his relationships went on. Y/N just guessed that he was finally getting ready to settle down.

Last relationship he was in was good, well great actually, but they just didn't really see eye to eye. The sex was amazing, he treated her well and they always made sure to make time for each other. But then she decided out of the blue that they were better apart, so there wasn't much he could do. For the first few weeks he racked his brain trying to figure out what went wrong, but then he started feeling things for Eddie, so it didn't matter anymore.

Y/N was content with his sexuality, so what if he liked guys and chicks, whatever he did in his free time was his time. Most of his partners knew that, and those that didn't had a good reason not to know. Since Eddie was flagging in a small town he figured it was fine to tell him, and then the two started to become friends. After awhile they got closer, and closer, and close enough that one time they were hitting a blunt, they kissed. It didn't mean anything at the time, but it was hard to believe that with where they'd gotten.

Eddie was always fine with Y/N dating girls in the past, it didn't make him any less gay or lessen how he felt for him.

Almost a year ago, Y/N's now-ex-girlfriend broke up with him for reasons she didn't tell him. But now, 2:45 pm on a Sunday, she was back. Before he could even greet her or ask why she was there she spoke suddenly.

"I have a kid." She was blunt and dead serious, her voice seemed like it could stop working at any moment, "well a baby, and she's yours, I wasn't with anyone else so,"

Y/N was curious and caught off guard, so he invited her inside, once they made it to the couch he took her hand as a form of comforting her. It was like instinct.

He'd waited until she pulled herself together a little more. "Listen, I know that you moved on but I don't think I can do this on my own," Her voice started to wobble again as her eyes watered. "And I'm not asking to get back together with you-"

"We can co-parent, between the two of us we can work something out, It's gonna be fine," the words flew out of his mouth before he could think of anything else. If he really had a kid of course he'd wanna be present, what other reason would she come here for?

"Yeah, yeah we could work that out," She wiped the tears from her eyes, Y/N brought her into his arms. Who the hell cared that they were over, she needed him.

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It was Y/N's week with Alessandra, but Eddie had no idea about her existence, so he had to deal with that. As he put her down for her afternoon nap he heard the door unlock. Of course this was the time he came over unannounced.

After making sure she was all swaddled up and sleeping soundly he went downstairs, taking a few extra breaths. Eddie hadn't been over in awhile since Y/N had been working and preparing for his daughter to be a part of his life and that preparation was more exhausting then the average day at work. When he got to the last step he watched Eddie's face turn for his usual excitedness to confusion.

"Y/N are you babysitting or something?" He looked between the various baby toys to the little play mat.

Y/N sucked in a breath of air before going over to the couch and patting at the cushion beside him. "Well, no actually I... I have a kid now."

Brief panic flashed across Eddie's features "When? Is there someone else?" His tone was hurried.

Y/N was quick to shuffle closer to his boyfriend, pulling him into his arms. "Baby no, no she was from my last relationship I swear. My ex came by around a week ago and she said Aless was mine and that she needed me." There was a moment of silence before he continued going on, "Eddie listen I love you but I understand if you want to leave or-"

"Y/N, sweetheart I never wanna break up it's just gonna be hard with the kid and your ex but I swear I don't want anything other than to be with you and I'll try to help as much as I can."

"No Eddie if you wanna leave you can, it's fine I understand with all of the bullshit with your dad and all of that."

Eddie grabbed his face so he could try to get his point across, "I am never going to leave you as long as I have a choice in the matter, yeah my dad was a piece of shit but I'm not gonna let that affect this." He paused, just gazing into Y/N's eyes, "I mean, if you want me to help you parent."

"Yeah, that'd be amazing,"

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x male reader

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darthvaderofmiddle-earth · 4 months

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I just wish I had someone who appreciated my original fiction the way I do. Someone, just 1 person, who would read my own universes and be inspired and want to partake in them and their lore. A single person to read what I make up from my own mind, and appreciate the effort I put into it genuinely and wholely. Instead, it's just my fanfiction, which I don't really write much of, that garners attention. Every piece that takes place in established universes, gets way more likes and reads and attention, versus what I pour my entire heart and soul and life essence into coming up with all on my own, which gets none ever at all. It doesn't matter if I tag and reblog the story 50 times, all 50 notes are from my reblogs and not 1 person even gave it a like. I've paid for advertising my books on multiple platforms. I've shared everything I've ever written as a rough draft for free on my pages so people can get interested in the final product. But no one even looks at those ads, or at the free 5,000+ word stories I write, let alone buys anything from me... I'm seriously pissed... My original ideas are creative, unique, and epic. And nobody cares.

Want to read about the legends of gigantic robots the size of mountains, which were piloted by people who, when they died, they'd lay down in empty fields in their mechs and pass peacefully as nature grew over the mech and turned it into an actual mountain? Go read my dream of the Titan Mechs, then.

What about a man who loves another man he can't remember? And every day the two meet by chance, one angry that he keeps crossing paths with someone not of his realm, and the other frustrated he can't remember this man at all but has a connection to him? And they search for a way to remain in each other's hearts and minds across dimensions that won't allow for such a romance as theirs to prevail? Go read Forgotten Magick, then.

What about sentient robots called Kydons whose queen forged a sword long ago that could control all technology anywhere in the world, and when she died, she hid the blade where nobody could reach it for fear that someone would use it to end her world? And Humankind rises up to find that blade believing the spearhead of the hunt will build something great for Earth with it, only for one Human to find out that spearhead is planning to ruin both Earth and Antu'rok and all life to rebuild everything in his image as the one ruler? So that single Human who found this out must betray his people and find the sword with the help of the Kydons to get it before the spearhead does? Go read my excerpt for Golden Horizons, then.

Are you curious to see how a single man serving Death goes on to become a god of all things good and righteous by inheriting the power of an ancient god who he freed from control of a wicked warlord and then, with said powers, kills to free the universe from falling into an empire of wrath? Go read Ascending Death, then.

Maybe you'd be interested in a universe where the world is made from four giants, all of whom embody a single trait, and when one giant chooses to make Humans, Death, in a jealous rage, casts a plague upon them all in attempt to end them, and one lone Human goes on a quest to find Death and beg for a cure? Go read A Means to an End, then.

Perhaps you'd like a world where Dwarves and Humans once existed, but the Dwarven mines collapsed and all Humans thought Dwarves to be extinct? And for centuries, the stories and evidence of Dwarves faded out until they were nothing but legend? But one Human man is determined to prove the existence of Dwarves, and find out if any are alive still or not? Go read the story of The Forgemasters, then.

And I have infinite more universes to look into, if you're ever curious. I'm always coming up with more and more of them, by the day. Please, support a small original fiction author, and, even if none of these appeal to you, go ahead and share because you never know who might just be interested!

#original fiction #fantasy #high fantasy #sci fi #mech #mecha #dwarves

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keylimeimagines · 2 years

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HI BESTIEEE WELCOME TO THE SCARANATION I'M SO GLAD WE'VE INFECTED YOU WITH THE SCARAMOUCHEKUNIKUZUSHI-22 VIRUS!!!

MAY I REQUEST SCARA WITH A CUTE AND BUBBLY READER?- imagine our little (y/n) is scara's life changer </33 because of them, he finally saw the worth of life again and paid attention to the smaller, yet somehow significant things.

scenario : scara and (y/n) are out on a walk and they come across a field of flowers <333

"I don't understand why you like such meaningless things." Scaramouche (or should I say the wanderer) heaved a heavy sigh, looking around at the seemingly infinite sea of flowers as he pulled his lover onto his lap. "Kuni, they're not meaningless," (y/n) giggled as they weaved the flowers they picked into an intricate flower crown.

"They may be small, but they're beautiful, and have feelings too. They're able to feel happiness when the sun shines, refreshment when the rain pours, and love from people who admire them such as me. They're alive. Just like you." after placing a quick kiss on scaramouche's nose, (y/n) placed the flower crown on his head. "It looks really good on you!" they beamed at him.

Anyone who came across the sight is most likely guaranteed to be in for a surprise. For who would expect the infamous balladeer to be sitting in a middle of a flower field? With a lover, might you add. Since that day, he came to appreciate those pathetic little flowers he once deemed meaningless. And just like the new sprouts in the spring after a cold blizzard in Snezhnaya, his humanity came to blossom back again. All thanks to his own little flower.

AWWW THIS IS SO CUTE :(

I LOVE the idea of Scara's whole world view being changed bc of someone who acts as his sunlight in the world that's been so cruel to him!! I'm not sure if you wanted this to be a full-fledged story or just a set of headcanons, so I just did which one I'm better at writing! I hope you enjoy!

Reader / Y|N is NOT the Traveler! They can be A traveler, but they are not THE traveler we play as in the game! They/Them pronouns will be used in order to have it remain gender-inclusive (as per usual)

p.s. mentions of Y/N will be color-coded green bc that's the color I associate with my genshin self-insert and i'm projecting onto this >:)

WARNING: Below the cut contains spoilers for 3.1 and 3.2 (specifically mentions of Scara's backstory). If you do not want to be spoiled, I suggest you don't read under the cut!

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐗 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

♥ Believe it or not, but Scaramouche actually used to love the flowers just as much as he disrelished them.

♥ When his creator set him free, he used to cry to the flowers each and every night, no matter where he was. Though his mother made him feel ashamed of his emotions, the flowers didn't. They always listened to what he had to say.

♥ But over time, after everyone he cared about left him, he soon feared that even the flowers, the one thing he found comfort in, would leave him too. Looking back, he sees this fear as silly, even though he still believes it. After all, everything comes and goes with time, doesn’t it? That includes the very flowers he would confide in.

♥ Now that he thinks about it more, Y/N is kind of like the flowers he confided in once, but this time, they promised him that they'd stay unlike the flowers.

♥ When he met Y/N, he thought that there was no way he would fall in love with them, or anyone in fact. But he was wrong. He was very wrong.

♥ They were so sweet and kind, even to things that could never respond back to them. Y/N was the exact opposite of what he is now, and yet, he found himself falling in love with them and the light they brought him.

♥ Where they saw beautiful flowers, he used to see things that would simply just wilt away.

♥ However, when they made him cute flower crowns out of Tsubaki and Akaichurippu, or when they guided his hand slowly towards the rain he used to fear because of the thunder and lightning he heard at night to show him the gentleness of the water droplets, he finally saw the beauty of the mortal world and why the mortals loved it so much.

♥ You may think that he wouldn’t care about their flower crowns, but you couldn’t be farther from the truth; he keeps each and every one of them and he keeps them close to his heart to replace the one he was supposed to have.

♥ After the loss of the gnosis, it’s really all he has left besides the vision Nahida gave him after he fully recovered.

♥ He loves laying in their lap in the field of flowers, and he loves looking up to see the light through the trees shining down on their face as they weave more flowers together. He loves their laugh and the smile on their face when they see his flushed cheeks. He loves their eyes and the way they shine full of color when they look at him. He loves the way their hands softly caress and hold his face with so much care that it feels like they’re treating him like he’s made of porcelain.

♥ Will he admit all this? No, but he won’t deny it either.

♥ He won’t admit the way he truly feels, even though they already know that he loves them. He’s seen that words don’t hold that much weight anymore, but his actions clearly show his soft side for them.

♥ All this time, he’s been searching for a home, one where he wouldn’t be left behind to rot anymore. This time, he’s found a home in his lover’s arms and in the field of flowers they were in.

#i'm projecting heavily onto this one don't judge me #scaramouche #BUT THIS REQUEST IS TOO CUTE #ALSO THANK YOU!! IM SO GLAD TO BE PART OF THE SCARA ARMY #I LOVE SCARA #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche genshin impact #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #x reader #x reader headcanons #headcanons #genshin impact spoilers #sumeru spoilers

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therottenkingsreckoning · 9 months

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[Your Daddy Loves You]

Another super-fluffy FranklyDear fic I've written! There's something so comforting about these :)

This time featuring Elliot, the fanchild from a fantastic tiktok audio by Candy the Bunny and EddieDearVA! I loved that story so much, I had to make something for it.

Anyway, enjoy!

A quiet night. Crickets chirp in the grass outside, and moonlight catches the wings of a small brown moth as it flies past the shuttered window of a yellow house. The two inside are sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in each other's arms, at least until the gentle quiet is cut through by the sharp, incessant wails of their newest guest in the other room. It isn't the first time they've been woken up by the baby crying, nor certainly will it be the last, but neither suspect they'll ever get used to this particular aspect of child rearing enough to appreciate it.

"Mmrph, you go get it," exhausted and frustrated grumbles emerge from the larger man, Eddie unconsciously pulling his love closer even as he begs them to leave. "Tch, no you, it's your turn," comes the hissed reply from Frank, empty venom in the words of someone still too tired to even open his eyes. Eddie wants to fight them on this, both so painfully desperate for just a few more minutes of sleep, but he knows from experience this is one battle he won't win.

Stumbling groggily to his feet, he plods his way into the hall and to the room next door, the short trip still feeling like miles. The nursery is warm and brightly colored even in the dim moonlight, and in the center a wooden crib sits, its tiny occupant still screaming for as yet unknown reasons.

There he is, Elliot, the tiny, beautiful baby boy they'd both dreamed of for so long. Despite all his grumbling, Eddie could never bring himself to be mad at his son. My son, he thinks, and it still feels so surreal that it's actually true. But there's no time to think about any of that. "Alright little guy," he sighs, reaching down into the crib to take hold of the boy and cradle him in his arms. "What's got you crying now?"

A quick check of his nappies shows no need for a change, and by Eddie's recollection the boy had been fed and burped not long ago so he shouldn't need it again already. What could it be? he thinks, not noticing the cries had stopped the instant he had taken ahold of his son. Not noticing until he feels a tiny hand grip weakly at his shirt, and a tiny baby head try its best to burrow closer to him.

Words and worries catch in Eddie's throat just now, and he looks down to see two big, beautiful eyes staring back at him, speckled with leftover tears as the baby coos happily. The man's own eyes begin to well up just a bit as understanding finally hits him. "S'that all it was, Elliot?" He says softly, free hand rising to gently caress the boy's face. "You were missin' your pa?"

Being careful of the bundle he holds in his arms, Eddie sits himself down in the comfy armchair they'd moved into this room for that purpose. Must've been a nightmare or somethin, he thinks to himself, did he think we were gone? "don't you worry darlin'," he whispers, just in case that part was true, "I ain't going nowhere. Not tonight, not ever."

Elliot, for his part, hears none of this, as he's already fallen asleep once again. Eddie chuckles gently, resigning himself to spending the rest of the night in this room, because there's no way he could bear to leave now. He gently kisses the baby's forehead, and murmurs "I love you, Elliot. I hope you know that. Your daddy loves you."

"We both do," a familiar voice causes Eddie to quickly look up, where Frank is standing the doorway with a tired but loving expression on his face. "You're staying here for the night, I guess?" At a nod from the larger man, they settle down on the carpet beside him, head resting on the arm that's still holding their child. "I'll stay here too then. Might as well, since we keep coming back."

As the little trio falls asleep together, all the world is hushed again, and a sense of love hangs in the air. A moth lands gently on the swaying flowers beside the yellow house, and everything feels like it's going to be alright.

#welcome home #frank x eddie #eddie x frank #franklydear #frankly dear #eddie welcome home #frank welcome home #frank frankly #eddie dear #welcome home fanfic #welcome home oc #fanfic #fluff #domestic fluff #cute #stuff i said

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silverbladexyz · 1 year

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i never see anybody write for the flags and u do it so well😭😭 can i request how they'd ask you out pls??

Oh anon and I would like to ask YOU out for giving me such a lovely request 💗

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Mentions of death

How the Flags would ask you out

Pianoman:

-This hot-fancy-suave-smooth-whimsy-fastidious-extra-fickle mafioso is actually kind of nervous at the thought of asking you out. He is a perfectionist, and he just can't think of the perfect way to ask you out

-And what was the perfect spot for a date? He knows he can’t make it too expensive and fancy, because then you would think that he was too desperate for you. And he can’t make it too simple as well, or else you’d think he was doing this just as a fling

-Literally is in internal conflict for the longest time ever. It became so obvious that even you noticed it. You never asked though, because frankly it may be intruding into his own privacy. Not to mention you had feelings for him and you didn’t want him to think you were weird

-After the longestttt time in internal conflict, it was Lippmann in the end who made him confess. While Pianoman is his leader, Lippmann is a smoother talker, and in the end he managed to convince this perfectionistic mafioso to ask you out

-So in the end, he decides to ask you to meet him at Old World alone on one of your free days. It was his free day as well and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was planning. Although you were a bit skeptical, you still decided to go. Who wouldn’t say no to being alone with their hot crush? I wouldn’t

-When you enter the bar and slide next to him with a smile on your face, Pianoman is feeling extra nervous. What if you rejected him? But he isn’t backing out because he hates the idea of making you come all the way here only for him to just talk with you

-He engages in small talk with you at the start, and it isn’t long before he starts incorporating jokes and funny things to make you laugh. You were having a great time, but you still wondered a little why he called you here in private

-It’s when the bar is quiet and you two are in comfortable silence is when Pianoman finally decides to drop the question. He’ll start with saying your name first, and when you turn to him, it’s when he prepares the short speech that he’s been thinking about all the time

-‘Y/N... ever since I’ve met you, I was attached to you. Your loveliness, charm and intellect is what brightens my day. Now, I can’t stop thinking about you. So to relieve me of the constant tightening of my chest and the butterflies in my stomach whenever I’m around you... would you like to go out with me sometime?’

-He says this calmly and professionally, but internally he is panicking. When you open your mouth to say your answer, Pianoman is silently tensed up and is hoping that you say yes

-When you say yes, he smiles and says ‘see you on Saturday night’. It’s after he walks away that all the anxiety and stress leaves him so quickly he almost collapsed from the feeling. Lippmann asked him to spill all the tea the next time the Flags were gathered together

Albatross:

-Oh boy... this chaotic menace is just going to act like he normally does. Which means that you can’t tell whether he’s being genuine or just being playful because he just uses the same tone of voice and body language every time he talks

-But once he has feelings for you... he’s going to be way more affectionate with you. Like initiating lots more physical contact, inviting you to a lot of hangouts with him, and even offers to give you your very own custom-made and custom-tailored vehicle to use for your missions and daily life

-I feel like he’d ask you out in a kind-of-casual but also not-too-casual setting. Sort of like a place where friends hang out but where lovers also confess, y’know? My best guess is in a bar or on a secluded rooftop

-When he asks you out he does it in the most casual way. It’s like a ‘hey, I really like you! Wanna go out with me sometime?” While you just sit there being confused and flustered because... the way he said it so casually sounded like he was just asking you to a friend’s hangout with him

-Luckily for Albatross, you knew that he was asking you out on a date and not on a hangout. And when you say yes, the biggest smile appears on his face and he tackles you into the biggest hug you’ll ever receive

Doc:

-Hmmm he will give a lot of mixed signals

-When Doc had feelings for you, he was in denial for the longest time for sure. He didn’t understand why his chest was tight around you, or why his heart raced so much whenever you talked to him. This caused him to be curt when he didn’t want to be, and it was evident to the rest of the Flags that Doc felt something towards you

-It went on for a while until the others confronted him about it. And after some help from Lippmann, he found out that he apparently had feelings for you. Great.

-More denial + more confusion for several more weeks, but I feel like he’ll come to terms with his emotions after a while finally

-It will be simple when he asks you out. Probably while he’s treating you in the infirmary or when he’s all alone with you. He actually confesses pretty straightforwardly and asks you to go out with him, and you can actually see the nervousness in him

-When you say yes though... the rest of the Flags are all going to breathe a sigh of relief because they do not want to deal with a heartbroken Doc (trust me you wouldn’t want to either)

Iceman:

-Probably another clueless one, but unlike Doc, he’s quick to ask for help on why he was feeling this particular way when he’s around you

-The rest of the Flags can’t believe it. The cold-blooded and cool Iceman actually has feelings for someone?! Albatross couldn’t stop talking about it until Iceman threatened him with a pool stick if he wouldn’t shut up

-Okay but even though he’s still his own self when he likes you, if you observe him closely you’ll see that he treats you differently than anybody else. Like helping you carry all your stuff, listening to you talk for as long as you want, and just wants to help you all the time

-It’s a long time before the rest of the Flags start encouraging him to ask you out. You see, I feel like Iceman is the type to let you confess to him, because he doesn’t know if you reciprocate his feelings for you. Plus he doesn’t want to pressure you to make a decision and feel bad afterwards if you reject him

-In a last attempt to get him to ask you out, Pianoman uses his position as the leader of the Flags to order him to confess. You know things get desperate when even Pianoman has to use his rank to order the Flags to do something

-So Iceman actually does do that, but he takes so damn long to drop the actual question. He takes you out on a lovely walk, where there’s nobody and the scenery is beautiful and it’s a perfect day for lovers to spend time with each other. You enjoy this, but you wonder why he was doing this for you

-It’s after a few hours when he finally asks you out. You were a bit surprised, but you gladly accepted with a smile. The Flags took a few pictures in the distance and Pianoman was smiling in relief when he saw that Iceman finally did it

Lippmann:

-Another hot-fancy-suave-smooth-whimsy-fastidious-extra-fickle mafioso, but he’s a bit more charming and less extra okay I lied he’s as extra as Pianoman lmao sorry

-He’s actually not that dense when it comes to feelings? I mean he must’ve acted in a lot of romance movies because he’s too pretty so he should know the ‘tell-tale’ signs of a crush

-But when he falls for you though... he’s not going to be that obvious about it. Meaning that he’s just going to be his normal self around you and hide his feelings. And he’s so damn good at it because he’s a top-class actor, so nobody really suspects anything

-Expect him to flirt with you and drop some pickup lines and elegant quotes under the guise of ‘practicing his script’, but sometimes you wonder if he’s doing it because he likes you he does

-Okay but his pickup lines and elegant quotes about your attractiveness are so well done and smooth that they make you blush a bit sometimes. Your blush just fuels Lippmann’s confidence damn that pretty bastard

-When he decides to confess to you... he’s going to make it extra fancy. Take you to somewhere elegant but fun to set the mood. Like a masquerade ball! Then after dancing and socialising with everyone, he takes you to the balcony under the guise of ‘getting some fresh air’

-You were gazing at the pretty sight, smiling, and that’s when Lippmann decides to drop the question. But you bet that he’s going to add in a long, cheesy, fancy and elegant quote about how he loved you since the day you met and how you managed to capture his heart because of your attractiveness. Then he finally asks you out

-You were blushing so much by the end of it, but when you say yes, that’s when Lippmann smiles and gives you a small kiss and he’s damn good at it

I’m so so so so SO sorry that this took over a month oh my gosh 😭

@pixyys @pianotross @angolicious @chuuyas-beloved @sariel626 @nekokinax @xxelfmamaxx @yuugen-benni @lakeside-paradise @yukitomybeloved @voyagewiththesatan @arisu-chan4646 @catzlivedforbsd @irethepotato

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd flags x reader #piano man x reader #albatross x reader #doc x reader #bsd iceman x reader #iceman x reader #lippmann x reader

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themetalvirus · 2 years

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probably something that you've talked about before, but how do egghog shadow and silver feel about sonic staying with eggman?

like im sure its obvious that after they left he kinda. got worse. so how do they feel about his insistence in staying and his behaviour just in general? also. pats on the heads for egghogs theyre really going through it

they appreciate the pats, they are indeed going through it

they do try to talk him down after staying with amy for a while. sonic and eggman show up somewhere for eggman reasons and they assume it's the perfect opportunity to talk to him about what's actually been happening. they try to explain why and how eggman is hurting him, but trying to "help" someone like this when their abuser is still in control can actually make it a lot harder for everyone involved.

of course, shadow and silver don't really think about that; they're just desperate to help their brother. they LOVE sonic. they know him better than anybody else. when they were all little, sonic talked for them; they were always a bit too shy. sonic helped them form their own personalities, confidence, identities, but sonic himself still hadn't found himself. he knew some of the things he liked, enjoyed, some of the people he loved, but he never considered himself one whole person. he's always considered himself just a part of the empire, one gear ticking away in time with everything else. he fancied himself an important part, but he was not the one controlling his own spin. dad was the engine. without him, he wouldn't function.

shadow and silver know this. trying to cut that umbilical cord is impossible. they've even tried to convince amy it's impossible, trying to get her to stop trying to brainstorm how to make him change. but seeing sonic for the first time in several weeks, seeing his relief and joy, getting hugged so tightly and told that he found them so they could finally go home... they can't stand breaking his heart. but they can't stand the thought of going home even more.

so they beg him to come to tails' place, run away from dad and free himself from the machine, become his own person. they have a new home, and they'd be happy to welcome him into it.

sonic doesn't understand. he already has a home. they already have a home. why would they need a new one? why did they want him to leave dad? he was important and dad needed him and he needed dad! he has a role and he can't just abandon it, he doesn't know why he even would. he's good at it. he likes it. sonic has seen what eggman has said about shadow and silver once they left. he doesn't want to hear those things said about him and he didn't want to be hunted down and he didn't want to be repossessed like an object and he didn't want to die if he didn't comply. even then, he thinks he would deserve to die if he gave up on achieving their noble goal of shaping the earth into eggman's version of paradise.

sonic begs them to just go back to the lair and hug eggman and act like nothing ever changed, but they can't. he doesn't want to fight them, doesn't want to treat them like enemies, they're family. if they denounce the eggman empire, they denounce eggman, and therefore they aren't his sons anymore, and therefore they're not his family. he can't take that.

shadow and silver say they're still family, nothing can ever change that. sonic thinks things have definitely changed a lot, but he still sees his brothers when they say eggman isn't a part of it any more. not to them.

sonic doesn't know what to say. he really is heartbroken. he doesn't understand. he runs away.

so they feel pretty bad about it.

he really, really can't be saved, not like this. i've said this before, but the only way that shadow and silver had their brainwashing cracked was through learning fundamental contradictions to their belief systems that eggman had lied about to keep them stupid and subservient. eggman's only lie to sonic was that he loved him.

sonic would end the world before he realized the truth. and it breaks him so fully that all he can do is crawl right back to his abuser and beg for mercy. change would mean accepting that something was wrong. that would make his whole belief system and identity crumble into nothing. he has nothing of his own self left. so he refuses change. the alternative is just too painful to bear.

silver and shadow hurt for him. they wish they could have helped him form his own identity like he helped them. but they didn't and now they can't. they're mourning him and he's still alive. they'll be mourning him for the rest of their lives.

#exoticbutterstxt #the egghogs #this isnt edited at all sorry #yippee!

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 2 years

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Volo was seething. That stupid child beat him yet again, and even Girantina fled! But okay. Let them enjoy their victory. Let them enjoy being Arceus' Chosen. For now. He wouldn't rest, after all. He would find a way to meet Arceus, and he would create the world anew!

"No wonder it was so sad..." Volo turned, frowning. The kid hadn't turned yet, still facing the direction Girantina went, their back to him. "I was eleven when I first met Girantina. Well...first for me, at least" Volo's frown deepened. By now, he was aware that they were from the future, but that they actually met Girantina there?! How?!

"There was a...very troubled man. He was raised by bad parents who didn't care, and his only friends were machines. So he came to see emotions as useless, and abandoned his. He came to see the world as flawed and in need to be remade" Wait a moment "So he went and summoned Dialga and Palkia, and then, Girantina. But Girantina was angry, and pulled him into it's dimension. I followed it, to save him. The Lake Trio was with me, and they all looked at me with pity. And when I stood eye to eye with Girantina...it had the same look. Pity. Shame. Apologizing with it's eyes. Like it knew me. And now...I finally know why." They sat down, pulling their knees to their chest and hugging them. Volo could only stare. In this child's time, someone tried to do the very same as him, and that person too had failed. They went through the potential destruction of their entire dimension not once, but twice. He almost felt bad. If they hadn't destroyed his plan, of course.

"I was so fucking terrified back then. The Pokémon banished by Arceus itself stood before me, and had just kidnapped a man. And when it was all over, I didn't really...got a break. I was pushed by my friends and family to continue my gym challenge, and go challenge the champion...I was eleven. And I just went on against the devil itself! And after I did what everyone expected me to, it just got worse. I went to another region to try and get my head free. Didn't work, two evil teams tried to bring the apocalypse by terraforming everything. And then my mom got sick, and I was scared of losing her. Only...only for Arceus to take me from my home, my family, my friends, my Pokémon...and stranding me centuries in the past, giving me a task I didn't ask for." They finally looked to Volo, and even he felt a sharp pain in his chest. They didn't cry, and it made the empty, broken look in their eyes just so, so much worse. "You envy me for being in Arceus' favor? You can have it if you want! I didn't as for it! I didn't ask for any of this!" They rose to their feet again, stumbling over to him.

"I didn't ask to be taken away from everyone I knew and loved! I didn't ask for Arceus to...favor me! Because this is no favor! Since I came here, I felt almost nothing but fear! Everyone made sure I know I'm not welcomed here, the professor was the only exception! I got told if I made a mistake, they'd kick me out, leaving me to die! Kleaver almost got me! I will forever have the burn marks from when I fought Arcanine! My ears will never be as good as they were because of Electrode! I nearly lost the feeling in my hands because of the frostburn Avalugg gave me! Not to mention all the other injuries I got from the Pokémon! And- and then I got exiled for something that wasn't my fault! And they all saw it as justified! Dialga and Palkia tried to end me! Do you really think I'm favored?!" They collapsed. Volo moved without realizing he did it, only becoming aware of it when he felt their weight against his chest. They sounded...so tired. There was no anger in their voice, no sadness. No tears in their eyes, their body not shaking. As if they were...apathetic to all the horrors they just described. Volo slowly understood what they had been through. And it was way too much for those small shoulders to bear. How old did they say they were? 15?

"I knew you were not my friend." Their voice made him freeze. What? How...how could they have known? "My...the Champion...she's your descendant. And she told me, after the fight with that man, about her ancestor, who tried to do the same as him. I knew you were not my friend. But you were so nice. And you helped me when no one else would. And I just...I hoped it was true. That maybe, you did care about me. That maybe, the kindness was genuine, and we really could be friends." Volo didn't need to look down to see the tears that were finally coming. He could hear them in their voice.

He had messed up. This child was messed up. Forced through too much at a way too young age. From him as well as the dastard god. He had planned to leave Hisui, not like he could stay, anyway. But...he wouldn't leave them now. He'd make sure the Galactic Corps would be with them. Because from how they acted...he would not risk it. He would not risk them doing something that could not be undone.

aw this hurts :((( But also I wanna bully Volo because he deserves it. Literally sent out The Devil after this child but now you're feeling guilty? Jail

#Volo #Akari #Giratina #Arceus #Legends Arceus #suicide mention cw

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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Lovebug Anon here! And I've come to share my fuzzy little ideas!

What if the player had to revive their vessels through a kiss?

Hmmmm?~

Give the grunt a lil' smooch to make sure they don't croak.~

Like between a normal revive and a kiss revive, the kiss actually restores more corpus.

And I'm sure their vessels wouldn't complain about it-

The only downsides about the kiss revive is that it would take some time for the player to actually initiate the kiss, especially if they are are a bit nervous towards the idea of kissing their grunts.

AND it would probably encourage their vessels (-cough- mostly Hank -cough-) to try and die so that they can be revived that way.

Player: -gives kisses in order to revive their fallen vessels-

The Boys: -bloody and beaten- I see this as an absolute win!

(I've always loved the cheesy trope of giving someone a kiss to bring them back to life. And I've got plenty more fuzzy ideas to throw out into the world!)

Sincerely,

Lovebug Anon

Hello Lovebug Anon! Thank you so much for this idea, I adore this. I was writing my response to this and realized it was getting pretty long, so I decided to make some shorter hcs about it instead (even if I know this isn't an actual request, the opportunity was just too good to pass up lol). Please feel free to drop by with more ideas though, even if I answer them with my typical "short" responses haha <3

The Player's Kisses Restore Health ft. Hank, Sanford, Deimos, & 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, mentions of wounds and violence)

You first figured out about this "extra feature" of yours entirely by accident. Deimos had impulsively pulled you out of the way when a few stray shots were coming in your direction, though in doing so, he left himself completely open to being hit instead. Unfortunately he had already sustained quite a few injuries up until that point, and his corpus wasn't faring well at all. The hit had effectively downed him, and you were quick to shout for one of the others to come to help you "revive" him.

You knelt next to his pained form, trying to keep from cringing as you saw the blood that poured from his wounds and heard his sharp gasps and pants as he shifted. He tried to move to look down at his wounds, but was stopped by you as you gently placed your hands on his jaw and made him look up at you instead.

"You didn't have to do that," you murmured, and he gave an easy grin in response, weakly replying that he was "glad you're okay". That just made you feel more guilty about this. How could he be so lackadaisical when riddled with bullet holes?

You huffed in mock-annoyance, but at the same time leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek. Both as a distraction from his pain and as thanks. But in that split second, he had turned his head slightly up towards you.

And your lips connected instead.

He jolted with a small noise of surprise and you noticed immediately that you were feeling his mouth instead of the oddly smooth skin of his cheek, quickly pulling back with a string of embarrassed apologies. Not that he really comprehended them, brain fuzzy as he was internally freaking out at the fact that you had just fucking kissed him!!

He had been dreaming of this for so long, to finally have that moment where he could feel your soft lips on his. (It was honestly something he'd been daydreaming about for a long time, amongst other things the two of you would do once you were together). Honestly he thought his sudden lack of pain had been from the rush of what just happened, and the hot feeling he had was from being so close to you.

But as he lies on the dirt (completely red and fawning over you), he fails to recognize how the kiss had done more than just improve his mood and take his pain away. The minor injuries he sustained had been completely cleared away, not even a scar remaining on his skin. His more serious wounds had been mended as well, looking as though they'd been healing for weeks instead of only a few seconds. But he noticed it eventually. As did Sanford and Hank (who had a lot to say to him after hearing about what had happened).

And they're all very quick to try and experience it.

Deimos generally doesn't try to get injured, it typically just comes as a result of his own lack of foresight (especially when he sees an opportunity to show off for you). However, now he's getting hurt all the time. It's completely worth it, just to feel that sensation of you kissing him for a second or two.

Sanford has mixed feelings about the ability, mainly because he wanted your first kiss to be special; a genuine act of love instead of simply because he was heavily injured. He's less likely to try and get injured on purpose, at least compared to Hank and Deimos. It still happens sometimes, of course, but he has the awareness to look the slightest bit sheepish when you lean closer to him to fix his wounds. He'll also make sure he doesn't have any blood on his face if he can help it.

Hank, on the other hand, was the worst on this. He was already plenty reckless before in an effort to get your attention, but when he learned that you could bring them back from the verge of death with a kiss? It was just over at that point.

He's well acquainted with getting injured, so the pain doesn't bother him that much anymore. He'll still try to kill quickly to draw your attention, but he'll let his enemies hit him far more often, deliberately getting in the way of their weapons and letting them tear away at his flesh. It's all worth it when you gingerly pull his mask down and press a chaste kiss to what remains of his lips and the cold metal of his jaw.

Much to the others' surprise, 2BDamned even joined in on this once he caught wind of it. And he was surprised too, to be honest; ordinarily he'd consider himself above such immature actions. Besides, he knew that intentionally getting injured was foolish, it would only slow you down in the end. That and the fact that he focused on ranged combat anyway.

But, he couldn't help but do it once or twice. Was it stupid and a very painful process to deal with? Yes. Was he willing to subject himself to that just to get a kiss from you? Also yes. It's not like his jealousy would allow the others to just take all of this from him anyway.

They all begin to crave the feeling of your lips on theirs, and the burning warmth that fills them and makes their hearts pound as you remove their pain and bring them back from the cusp of death.

However, despite how willing your vessels are to go along with it, you were far more hesitant. For one, you didn't know what exactly they thought about it. They were fine with it, but you didn't know for sure if they were cooperative because it was ok or just because it healed them. You didn't want to force something as intimate as a kiss upon them if they were uncomfortable with it, even if it was good for their health. It didn't take a genius to know about your apprehension either, as you made it quite obvious with your apologies and the way you seemed so nervous when doing it.

But your vessels are quick to assure you that they genuinely do like it when you restore their health this way. They'll make their purrs run a bit louder when you do, and lean into you when you gently press your lips to theirs. They'll even chase after your mouth when you pull away.

If this doesn't fully convince you, then they just might resort to pulling you back to prolong those kisses you give them. Maybe a confession is also in order to really make you know just how much they love it when you heal them this way? Even better, this might even make it so that you'd do it for them only. It was certainly worth a shot. They were sure you'd accept it, too, why else would you volunteer to heal them like this (even if you were slightly unsure about it)?

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audieoddity · 3 years

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Carnal Appetite | Pt. 3

I doubt I’ll have enough to participate in all of @damirae-smut-week, but here’s a little surprise for the Free Day 💕

It had been a week since Raven and Damian had begun their arrangement. After the second night it became a regular part of their routine for Raven to show up early and for Damian to linger a bit longer than he normally would have before heading out for night patrols. Despite their opposing shifts, it felt like they were spending quality time together now more than ever.

But a pang of guilt had been ringing in Raven's mind, because ironically, she had initially switched shifts to get away from Damian.

A detail she hadn't exactly been dishonest about, but one she had definitely made sure not to be forthcoming about.

It wasn't that she didn't like being around Damian.... More of the opposite...

Raven was not as innocent as people assumed. Sure, she was inexperienced, but that wasn't from any lack of desires. She was picky, busy, and painfully too clever to keep interest in most of the men who tried striking up a conversation with her.

Right up until she got paired with Damian on patrols.

Sure, it piqued her interest at first -- a hot fellow hero with a wit to match -- but she figured this would just be a pleasant addition to her otherwise routine nights.

It started with sparring practice during slow nights. Raven so rarely got to use her hand-to-hand combat skills that Damian's insistence on training during downtime was actually a welcome suggestion. She loved the thrill of bodies moving with the rapid fluidity of a surging river. The tension of split second calculations and moves that had to be initiated before they could even fully be thought out. Plus, of course, the heat that erupted between them both as they pushed closer and closer to eachother's limits.

Raven was one of the few people still alive in this world who knew firsthand that when Damian Wayne gave his all in a fight, he clenched his jaw in a way that made his features every bit as imposing as his reputation. His green eyes would grow dark as he fought to keep a level head despite his assassin's instincts. As their sparring stretched on they'd soon both be heaving between movements, bodies erupting in thin sheens of sweat that made their skin glisten in the moonlight.

Raven would challenge anyone to not have shameful thoughts after seeing Damian like that.

But this wasn't exactly unfamiliar territory for her -- she was a grown woman, after all. Plus high speed internet and long days off spent exploring her own body had taught her how to control herself even in the face of unfairly attractive colleagues.

At least, that was until Damian had really started to relax in her presence.

The first thing she noticed was that he was funnier than people gave him credit for.

On one night in particular they were forced to split up, as some low-level Joker's Gang goons had scattered in all directions. Raven made quick work of her half, flight making it much easier to catch up with everyone. However once she'd stopped to breathe and check everyone's restraints she saw out of the corner of her eye one thug who'd managed to hide and was now making a run for it. Raven darted off to catch him but the maze of corridors had her ducking down dead ends and losing time backtracking. As she finally caught sight of the thug again he was almost to an exit where she was sure he'd disappear into the night. As he made a run for the door a fire extinguisher was suddenly thrust out from an intersecting hallway and the goon was left with no time to react, running head-first into the bright red fire extinguisher and immediately falling flat on his back.

Damian stepped out from the hallway, extinguisher still in hand.

"That's what he gets for using a fire exit," he smirked.

It was so unexpected, as so far Damian hadn't really said much during their missions together, that Raven couldn't stop herself from laughing so loud it echoed through the empty warehouse. Damian had smiled at her for the first time back then, obviously pleased with himself.

Since then they'd had a few inside jokes. Most notably, Damian liked to say on nights when he was particularly on top of his game that he was wearing his, 'lucky underwear'.

"Lucky underwear?" Raven had asked.

"Yeah, all Robin's have a pair of lucky underwear. The same one. Budget cuts." He'd explained, trying to keep a straight face.

"Oh lovely, and why, pray tell, are you all okay with sharing this pair of lucky underwear?" Raven chuckled.

"Well obviously they were Dick's first, and, as you can imagine, Jason was just as skeptical. Insisted on his own new pair of green briefs. Terrible mistake. Look what happened to him."

Raven had elbowed him in the side back then but couldn't keep herself from laughing at the dark joke.

They grew quite comfortable with eachother over the past few months Damian spent with the Titans.

But that comfort was steadily growing to a certain giddiness that Raven was having trouble getting a hold of.

She started to notice herself zoning out on their nights together. Staring just a little too long at his handsome face while he scanned an area. Her face felt hot whenever he looked at her, and her mind started lingering on him more than she would have liked. She started picturing him in nothing but those lucky underwear, even when they were out on patrols.

She couldn't let it go on like this. Shamefully she found herself tending to her own needs after getting home from their patrols. She conjured up images of him during their sparring sessions, heated, breathless, and ran her fingers with an urgency she'd never known before.

But this only calmed her for a week at most.

Soon she found herself laying in bed, exhausted from trying to please herself, but finding that release frustratingly out of reach. Her desires were unrelenting but her body protested her own touch.

In desperation, she snuck out of the Tower the next day, cloaked in an oversized hoodie and concealing her face with the biggest sunglasses she could find on Kori's vanity.

She made her way to the seedier part of town, keeping her hood up as she approached a garrish blue building with a neon red "ADULT" sign over it. She wasn't exactly ashamed, but she was a public figure, and this was something she'd rather not have people reading about in tabloids.

After spending an inordinate amount of time perusing all shapes and sizes of fake phalluses, she'd finally picked out the one she'd be using as a surrogate Damian that night. Tan, a little longer than average, and definitely thick.

That night, once activity had died down and they were gearing up to head back to the Tower, Raven barely managed to sputter out a 'bye' before taking off on her own way home. Damian had raised an eyebrow at that, wondering at the time if he'd done something to upset her.

Once she was back in her room the feeling of her uniform against her skin was unbearable. She shed all her clothing with lightning speed and threw herself onto the bed. Using a remote on her nightstand she dimmed the lights, setting the remote back and fishing through the drawer for her purchase.

She gulped when she pulled it out, nerves practically fried by this point. Carefully, gently, she put a few drops of lube on the toy and laid herself back on her pillows, shutting her eyes tight as she went back to dreaming of Damian.

This time, in spite of all her shame and embarrassment, she decided to let her imagination run wild. She was desperate for some kind of release from this torment and if that meant fully imagining her teammate fucking her into oblivion then so be it.

She figured he'd be the possessive type, staking his claim by making her entire body light up only for him. She could picture it, a quiet night, a vacant Wayne loft, being shoved against a wall as his mouth wandered all over her. Clothing desperately being pulled from eachother's bodies. Raven felt such a frantic need for him that she wouldn't be able to bear the wait of proper foreplay. Months of one-sided sexual tension had driven her mad with want. The toy would only be a poor substitute, but it would have to do as she pictured Damian sinking his cock into her inch by glorious inch.

A whine escaped her throat as she slid the toy in fully. She dreamed of Damian leaning in, his breath hot on her neck, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to move, habibti."

Raven worked herself steadily, pumping to visions of Damian ravishing her, but it wasn't enough. Her hands couldn't move the toy fast enough to please her and she struggled to consistently drive it in deep enough to hit the spot she needed most.

In a haze she removed the phallus from her still-aching core, sitting up to reposition herself. Her breath came in heated gasps as she moved quickly. She sat up on her knees and placed the dildo, which could stand on its own, on the bed beneath her hips. With her hand holding the toy steady she sunk herself down on it. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she felt it finally hitting deep inside.

She leaned forward, supporting herself on her hands, and in a haze she began riding the toy with reckless abandon. The thought of Damian drove her wild with a need that her hips worked fervently to satisfy. Sweat erupted all over her skin as release seemed to finally be within sight. Her breathing was strained, her muscles were screaming, but her body hastily continued, racing towards that illustrious peak until finally -- she'd ascended it. With a sudden gasp lights and colours erupted behind her eyes as she finally came harder than she ever had before.

Lightheaded, she fell forward onto her mattress, unable to hear anything but her own pounding heartbeat. Unable and unwilling to open her eyes, she eased the toy out of herself and slumped, still naked, into a deep, dreamless sleep.

However that was just the calm before the storm.

The next day anxiety shook through Raven like lightning and her face was in a constant flush wondering how she'd face Damian after so thoroughly fucking herself to the thought of him the night before. It wasn't like he'd know! But her fantasies had gone as far as she could take them and she still wanted more. Her firm grip on her emotions had slipped and now she was riled up like some kind of horny school girl.

She spent the whole day meditating, making tea, taking cold showers, repeating her constant mantra and still her heart thrummed in her chest like a tuning fork.

Dread had washed over her as the Sun set and she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd have to face Damian, completely unsure how she'd react.

And then a voice came forth in her mind.

Sweet, seductive, not at all to be trusted. Familiar in its saccharine poison. With the darkness of night came a lightness in her mind and Raven knew, her control had frayed. Her demon was awake and ready. Raven's better instincts now floated casually, knowing full well what she ought to do but having no drive to enforce it. She wanted nothing more than to indulge, and that was a very dangerous thing.

That night she had skipped patrols entirely, and afterwards she was showing up late after frantically reeling her demon instincts back. Naïvely she thought that maybe, just maybe, switching to day shifts and not seeing Damian for a while would be enough to regain her control.

This, of course, was not the case.

So when Damian had offered to, ehem, 'remedy' her 'problem', she felt an overwhelming sense of relief.... In more ways than one.

Still, she questioned herself relentlessly. Was this coercion? Certainly not, Damian was the one offering... But had she implied...? No, no... She'd tried to speak in as technical of terms as possible..... Was it wrong to enjoy it? Obviously Damian didn't want her to be uncomfortable but... Was it dishonest, to revel in the sensations of a complex situation?

"Satisfaction" didn't come close to describing it. Damian was ravaging her every night with the passion of a man denied for centuries. He turned her bones to jelly and left her body unable to register anything but the lasting pulse of her core after being so thoroughly pounded.

Raven, in her newfound bliss, tried not to notice when she felt her demon becoming ever more pliable. It wasn't the easiest thing to gauge, but she could definitely sense it's power waning. Its siren call grew fainter, and she was starting to wonder whether her excuse to be with Damian would disappear without warning. She was torn. Losing control was inexcusable -- this couldn't last... But would that mean everything returning to normal? Would her and Damian's relationship revert back to easy teammates? Did she want to stay in his bed?

Did she want something more?

There wouldn't be time to answer those questions.

Damian sat beside her on the bench at the end of his bed. They laughed in unison as he told stories about his younger years at Wayne Manor.

"So Jason says to me, 'At least when I came back from the dead, I got taller!'"

"Oooooo, big words from mister skunk hair."

"Right? So I, in my 12 year old ire, couldn't just take that! I might've been short, but I could still reach Jason's cigarette stash!"

"Oh no..."

"Mhm. He'd just bought a fresh pack too. I took every single one of them out and...."

"Oh God..."

"I cleaned my ears with every. Single. Filter."

"Damian!!" She couldn't fight back the laughter as she playfully shoved his arm.

"What?? I put them all back just the way I found them!" He laughed with her, leaning in close to savor her reaction to his antics.

"You didn't!!"

"Tt. You should've seen him take out cigarette after cigarette, put it between his lips, and immediately start spitting in confusion! I swear he tried 6 before slamming the pack onto the floor!"

Raven was in tears, she could hardly breathe as she pictured Jason as the victim of a pint-sized mercenary. It took several minutes to compose herself. Damian had laughed with her at the start but at some point had calmed himself down to the point of just sitting there, serenely watching her and the joy he'd brought her.

She finally got ahold of herself and tried to speak.

"Hah... Aha... Remind me never to get on your bad side haha," she managed to sputter out.

"I'd say that's my only side, Roth." He smirked.

"Well it'd be hard for me to tell either way -- is it getting dark--?" She stopped abruptly, looking past him and out the window.

Her face dropped.

The Sun had set.

She'd come early, as always, and somehow as they'd chatted away the time had slipped through her fingers.

Damian sat rigidly, as if refusing to turn and see the world outside.

It was nighttime.

And she was still in her usual form.

Her stomach clenched painfully. Is this it?

Steadily, Damian raised his head to stare directly at her.

"You're... You haven't transformed.."

"..Yea." she didn't know what to say.

"That's... That's good.... I guess we.... We don't have to..." He averted his eyes again, trailing off as if unable to finish the thought.

Raven's heart was doing jumping jacks in her chest. She could feel the back of her neck starting to sweat as an immense pressure built up in her face. Her mouth was dry, so dry. She was being torn apart by her mind, desperately pointing her in the logical direction of leaving now, and her body, which yearned and pleaded for this not to be over yet.

She wanted to speak calmly at a time like this but the words wouldn't cooperate. Frantically she stuttered out,

"D-Damian,"

His eyes snapped up and he stared at her intensely, his expression unreadable.

She could barely force the words out as she felt her whole face flooding with heat,

"I... I-I want-"

She was cut off by Damian sealing his lips to hers in a flash.

It was all so fast and neither of them left time to think, their bodies going purely on instinct. Damian leaned over her, pushing her back onto his bed. Their lips easily parted and the kiss heightened in intensity. Raven's hands buried into Damian's hair, trying to keep him as close as possible.

Damian held her by the back of the neck, his other hand daring to snake up her shirt. The heat and sin of demonic red skin was forgotten as he shoved her shirt up and over her bra. He broke the kiss for just a moment to take in the sight of her, pallid skin flushed and tingling with anticipation, before he hooked a finger into the cup of her bra, yanking it down and taking her exposed nipple into his mouth.

Raven yelped, one hand flying up to try and quiet herself, but Damian paid no mind. He'd taken to teasing the sensitive nub between his teeth, while his other hand moved to grope her other breast.

Peppering kisses across her chest, he worked his way back up her neck. Finally, he pulled back to look her in the eyes. He said nothing, but the uncertainty in his expression silently asked her for permission.

She swallowed, released a breath she didn't know she was holding, and pushed down all the questions muddling in her mind about what exactly this was.

"Damian," she screwed her eyes shut, "I... I want you to have me.... Please."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

In a flurry of bodies they fell backwards onto the mattress. Clothes were shed with all the fervour of torn gift wrapping, and every inch of bared skin was instantly connected to eachother.

Raven's underwear was yanked down with such haste that it dangled from her ankle, as they were both too distracted to fully remove it.

As they were locked in a burning, breathless kiss, Damian lined himself up, and like that

He was inside her.

"Damian," she whimpered out, driven mad by his slow, languid thrusts.

"Raven," he breathed, clearly on the edge of losing control. He held her close and pumped steadily.

Her voice was weak, "Right there," she whispered close to his ear. This felt less like a run towards a high peak, and more like a steady, euphoric ride with no end in sight. Pleasure seeped through every inch of her bones as she could focus on nothing but the bliss of feeling Damian drag his thick cock in... And out... Of her.

"Don't stop," her voice dripped with desperation. "Please don't stop!"

His pace quickened slightly as a bright white light was approaching behind both their eyes. He sunk his teeth into the crook of her neck, eliciting a moan from her as he worked to mark her distinctly as his.

Within minutes he brought her to the very edge, and with a few frantic final thrusts, he threw her and himself over.

They lay there, breathing heavily, trying to acclimate once again to the sights and sounds around them. Their hearts pounded so hard that the resonance threatened to break through their ribs. But, slowly, their senses returned to them.

Damian, unable or unwilling to slide from her, kept his face buried in her neck, grasping at every second he could keep her close.

"Damian?" She asked, worried for him.

"Raven. Please, just...." He breathed, "Just let me stay like this for a while?"

And she agreed.

#damirae #damiraesmutweek21 #damiraesmutweek #damiraesmut #audieoddity #carnal appetite #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing

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poguestvff · 3 years

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SERENE — John B. Routledge

in which John B knows that within the storm, there, eventually, comes the calm. He is to the storm as the love of his life is to the calm.

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warning(s) : SEASON TWO SPOILERS !!! but very fluffy <33

John Booker Routledge couldn't help but stare at his girlfriend. She remained only a mere few feet away from him, arms swinging around her as she danced carelessly with Kiara in front of her. Music wasn't playing, nothing but the sound of a cackling fire and the crashing waves: He watched as she'd occasionally look over towards him, the glint of the fire within her eyes and a kind smile etched upon her face, the same face he believed to be sculpted by the gods. The smile that resided on his face everytime they'd make eye contact had been more sincere than any one he'd given ever before.

She was the love of his life, that part he was sure about. He didn’t need all those buzzfeed ‘Am I In Love’ quizzes he took when he was eleven to know that. She'd stuck by his side through more than she needed to, more than he'd ever expected her to. More than he’d ever expected any one to. Through his fathers death, through a treasure hunt for gold that left them empty handed, now sat on an island in the middle of nowhere, and somehow, not even the thought of leaving him had occurred to her. There were so many more reasons he could name as to how absolutely enamored he was with his girlfriend but he knew it would take ages for him to get them all out.

He didn't want to think about what awaits for him when he was inevitably going to have to go back to Outer Banks; And even if he did, he knew he only needed one thing there with him when they docked. "Y/n." He called, the girl looking at him almost abruptly. He ushered her over to him, seeing that he thought Kie and Sarah could dance without his girl. She took a moment, excusing herself from her friends to rush towards the bushy haired boy who had called upon her.

As she stood before him, staring down, all he could look at her with was so much admiration. His hands moved to rest at her hips, thumbs rubbing back and forth on the skin residing just above the drying shorts she wore. A short and airy laugh left her lips, her own hands placing themselves on his cheeks. "You okay?" She asked, her voice small under the conversation of Cleo and Pope near them and JJ yelling as he went to chase after Kie and Sarah, care free.

For a moment, he had to think about the question. Within the past few weeks, he'd been asked it so many times but no one asked more than Y/n, herself. She was always there, in every memory, every thought, every play in their book that they called life, she was there. Not a time he couldn't remember when she wasn't. And for a mere second, all the memories of these past few weeks flooding back into his mind, he couldve answered with no. He could've said no, he wasn't okay because he was previously wanted by the government. He could've said no, he wasn't okay because only a few hours previous, they'd been shot at by Rafe Cameron. He could've said no, he wasn't okay because he'd almost lost his y/n to a bullet wound. Even after everything they'd been through, and one misfire almost ended everything.

But then she pulled lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck, bringing him back to earth, back to the now. The hand that hadn't gently tangled itself in his messy curls now was pinching his chin, tilting his eyes upward for eye contact. Y/n stared at him, her eyes darting back and forth between his eyes as if searching for something. Searching for some sort of pathway into his mind, to see what he was thinking. To see why he'd become so dazed within a matter of seconds.

He tilted his head slightly to the side, realizing that whatever happened a month ago, a week ago, an hour ago. It mattered, sure, he knew he couldn’t set it aside and exactly forget it but it didn't matter right now because right now he was okay. His friends were okay. Y/n was okay. And that was all that mattered. So, he finally answered her question. "I'm great, actually." He told her, breaking out in a bright smile as she looked at him, almost confused. "No, baby, i promise. Everything's perfect."

She went to speak, lips parting but words were unable to make their way out. Seeing her stunned figure, John B took the moment to tug her into his lap as she clumsily fell into him. She yelped, turning it into a laugh as she adjusted herself more comfortably. His hands linked themselves behind her back as she rested her arms around his neck. "Everything's perfect, huh?" She asked, crinkling one side of her nose.

He hummed, sounding content as he moved to place his forehead against hers. “Yup.” he said, popping the p as the two stared at one another for a small second. They hadn’t noticed that Cleo and Pope had moved to join the other three until they heard the collective screams that echoed in the empty air that surrounded them. They truly were in their own world, a world John B felt he could live in forever. One, in which, only held love and adoration between the two of them. One that felt like they were isolated from the rest of the world, where in each of their eyes not a single thing matter other than the opposing person.

Y/n went to look over her shoulder towards them but John B gripped her chin lightly, keeping her vision on him. The glossed gaze John B held moments previously had returned though Y/n had learned her lesson this time, allowing him to debrief his own thoughts. “You know I love you, right?” He asked after a few seconds. Her head cocked slightly to the side before releasing a soft laugh.

“I kinda figured.” She joked. “I mean, how many guys do you know that would become a felon and somehow still make time for their girlfriend?”

He pursed his lips, looking towards the sky in fake thought. “Actually, i’m pretty sure Anthony who lives a block away was able to manage with his girlfriend when he got out.” He said, going along with their similar antics as they shared a laugh. “No, no, i’m serious. You know i love you, yes?”

“Yes. And I love you, my lovely boyfriend.” She replied, her voice as calm as the ocean waves behind them. It was comforting, quite possibly the only thing reminding him of what he’d been fighting so hard to return to within the days of being in jail and several other times when he’d seperated from her. She’d only ever set him up for comfort since forever. It hadn’t changed now even as they sat near a fire within a piece of land to which they couldn’t even attempt to place on a map. “So freaking much.” She added in, her voice falling short but still with everlasting emotion of love. She quickly pulled his face towards hers, a short but intimate kiss shared between the two of them.

“Hey, lovebirds!” JJ yelled, causing them to pull apart as they looked towards them. “Stop being sappy and come join us.”

“One second!” Y/n yelled back before putting her attention back to John B, hands falling down his shoulders to rest against his chest. “Can’t even get one moment together without them.”

“Gotta get used to it, my love.” He told her, kissing the edge of her nose. Y/n’s name was called once again by Kie as she rolled her eyes, getting up from John B’s lap, the boy soon following as he stood to his feet. She quickly raised to her toes, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth before taking off after their friends.

As John B watched his girlfriend run off in the direction of his other friends, watching her collide with Sarah in a hug, tossing her head back in a laugh, he knew everything was going to be okay. Even if it wasn’t, even if no one knew of their whereabouts, even if they were nearly stranded in the middle of nowhere, he would be able to ignore it. Be able to pretend everything was okay. He just had to make sure Y/n didn’t disappear on him and he thought he could be content for a while.

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uselesslesbiab · 3 years

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How about hcs for the Phantom Thieves finding out Ren's been found out as their leader by like 9 people (one of which is an elementary schooler). I imagine they'd be cool with Sojiro knowing cause he's the group dad (no I will not accept otherwise) but they would not be cool about some of the others (especially if they find out some of the shit he's had to do for them).

Ooh I’ve had ideas about this for a long time and I wanted to write a full fic about it but I probably won’t any time soon. The idea was gonna be post interrogation scene Ren is forcibly put on bed rest so all his confidants come over to help him and the other phantom thieves out instead of Ren having to go see them. This might be a longer post so I guess I’ll separate the bullet points based on each phantom thief?? Just so I don’t forget anyone.

Morgana doesn’t get reactions for obvious reasons. Also this kinda turned into which confidants they would get along with the most oops. Mishima is also not mentioned since they all know that he knows and runs the Phan-site

Ryuji

His “For real?!” gets louder every time someone new walks in the door

He doesn’t really think it’s a big deal that these people know. If Ren trusts them, then he trusts them.

He’s super impressed by Shinya and they actually get along really well since Ryuji’s still a kid at heart. Shinya thinks his dyed hair and attitude is cool. (CEOs of cuffing their pants so high it looks ridiculous).

Chihaya scams him out of his money so fast it makes his head spin. Ren makes her give it back but his ego takes a beating.

Politics bore him to tears, but he likes the sound of Yoshida’s voice and the way he really listens to young people. “It’s like he totally gets us ya know? You’re alright old man!”

He has a nice talk with Kawakami where she apologizes for treating him like a troublemaker just because of what the other teachers said about him.

Ann

She’s extremely surprised and a little embarrassed that all these people know about them. “Ugh you’re worse at keeping this a secret than Ryuji!”

She starts complimenting Takemi’s goth fashion immediately and is totally in love with her style

She gets along well with Ohya too. The worlds of modeling and journalism are far from strangers, so they have a lot to talk about.

She gets along surprisingly well with Hifumi considering they’re almost polar opposites. Hifumi briefly mentions that she likes sweets and Ann invites her out for crepes on the spot.

Yusuke

Yusuke is disappointed in Ren of course and tells him as much, but he gets distracted before he can finish scolding him.

He’s absolutely fascinated by Chihaya and her fortune telling. He doesn’t have any money for her to take but she gives him a free reading anyway because he just looked so excited she couldn’t say no.

Yusuke and Hifumi really hit it off once they start talking about the phantom thieves and end up becoming good friends. She’s his first friend he’s ever made at school.

He calls Iwai a true artist when he sees his skill at making model guns. He demands to witness the entire crafting and detail process from start to finish. Iwai sees another kid with no parents and immediately goes into dad mode.

Makoto

Makoto isn’t angry, but she sure as hell isn’t happy either. As the strategist, she immediately recognizes and connects the confidants with the mementos targets that were troubling them.

She turns to Ren immediately and just goes “What in the hell is wrong with you”

After she gets over scolding him for being so reckless, she actually finds herself enjoying the company of Yoshida and Ohya especially

She talks to Yoshida and Ohya about her father and the injustice in the political system.

Makoto is really great with kids and Shinya kinda flocks over to her at some point and asks a bunch of questions about her role in the phantom thieves. Shooter arcade games are actually the only games she’s ever played, so they talk about Gun About strategy a lot.

Futaba

“Okay I got given so much much shit for letting Sojiro find out and Ren was doing this the whole time?!! You guys suck!”

She brags about her gaming skills to Shinya of course and challenges him to a Gun About competition.

Takemi sees her and immediately starts ranting off about how she needs to take care of her health and how her vitamin D is deficient and how she should get tested for this this and this and-

Futaba zones out but the feeling of having an adult female figure care about her well-being makes her smile.

Kawakami hears about her shut in nature and commits to tutoring her on the exact subjects she’ll need to know for the high school entrance exam. (Futaba may be incredibly smart but we all know the bullshit high school asks us to learn about. She doesn’t learn stuff she doesn’t have an interest in.)

Haru

Like Ryuji, she puts her faith in Ren and decides to trust these people.

She absolutely ADORES Iwai and his model guns. She fawns over their design and tries to pick up all the heaviest ones. He’s extremely flustered and thrown off at first because she’s this 5’2 tiny girl wearing a fluffy pink sweater and is rambling off facts she knows about all these guns.

Even so, Iwai is a dad at heart. The second he finds out she’s an orphan he practically adopts her on the spot. Haru is happy to finally have a male figure in her life that she can feel safe with and look up to.

She’s too smart to fall for Chihaya’s traps but she indulges in the fortune telling anyway. Only as a subtle way to give her some money.

#idk if this format is weird or not because I’ve never done it like this before #but I enjoyed taking this request like this #I tried not to include the characters that have canon interactions with your confidants #like ann and takemi or Yusuke and Mishima for example #persona 5 #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #haru okumura

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Hi again! I’ve been off work because of surgery and reading your fics/metas have really been helpful to pass the time. I’ve enjoyed your GSR insights immensely so please forgive me for asking another Q: Can you please share your thoughts on how Grissom and Sara would have defined their relationship post “One to Go”? Technically, they “broke up” (“Leave Out All the Rest”), so would they have just assumed they were still betrothed to each other now that they were back together? And if another proposal need take place, can you please indulge on how that went about?

Side note: The meta/short fic re who proposed post “Immortality” is one of my fav reads of yours and I look forward to when you add more to your fic/WIP collection 😊.

hi, @renb80s!

thank you for your kind words! i'm so glad you enjoy my metas and my fic.

re: your question:

i have a big, ol' meta here that talks about the status of grissom and sara's relationship/engagement between episodes 09x05 "leave out all the rest" and 09x10 "one to go," if you're interested.

the tl;dr version is that i do think that once sara sends her video message, both she and grissom understand their relationship, including their engagement, to officially have been terminated.

that said, since the impetus for said termination was never that they'd fallen out of love with each other or that they wouldn't actually want to be together if they could but rather just that they both (in their own ways) felt that with the intractability of their apparent "she can't stay, and he won't go" situation, being broken up was their only real recourse, i think that the second they realize that said situation has indeed been resolved—i.e., that grissom has finally made the decision to leave vegas and follow sara out into the great, wide world after all—they also consider the termination to be moot, pretty much immediately.

like.

the only reason they weren't together was because they had a distance problem, so once grissom closes that distance, there's no reason for them not to be together anymore.

and that's pretty much an instantaneous thing.

just watch sara's face when grissom appears out of the jungle: it's clear that despite how she's tried to be "strong" and "set grissom free" for his own good, she has spent every day she's been apart from him fantasizing about a moment exactly like the one that's currently playing out, where suddenly he'd just show up and everything would be okay again. her expression once she realizes what’s happening makes it so obvious that this whole scene is literally something that she's dreamed of before and hoped for a thousand times over the last few months. it takes her all of zero seconds to be like, "there he is—there's the man i'm going to marry. he's here for me. he came, just like i wished he would."

and it's just as immediate on grissom's side.

as for how things progress from the between the last image we see of grissom and sara kissing each other breathless in the jungle in episode 09x10 "one to go" and newlywed sara showing up to vegas in episode 10x01 "family affair," i've got some speculation on that subject here and here, if you care to read it.

to elaborate somewhat:

(here be headcanon)

to my mind, the kissing segues into making love in sara's tent, and somewhere in the afterglow, tangled up under the canvas and mosquito netting, they start talking about everything that's happened and their relationship and their aspirations and their feelings and how much they just want to be together more than anything.

all of a sudden, sara's blurting out that she'd happily marry grissom tomorrow if he'd still have her—because i like to imagine that this time it's her who broaches the topic, since last time around grissom was the one to propose—to which grissom replies that absolutely he will.

that night, sara introduces grissom to everyone in her research group as her "fiancé from the states" over dinner and explains that they're going to be departing from the group the next morning.

cue more lovemaking in the tent after dark, followed by a trip to the capital city of san josé the next day (or however long it takes them to travel there from the jungle).

honestly, since unlike the majority of "destination weddings," this one is unplanned, they probably end up doing things a little backward—having a kind of unofficial ceremony first, which they then legalize at a later date.

as part of this process, they likely have to hunt down a lawyer who speaks english to officiate the event and sort out the paperwork for them ex post facto. they also probably have to notify the us embassy's consular office.

there is technically a one-month waiting period for us citizens to file a wedding application in costa rica, but grissom and sara are not about to wait another month after everything, so, like i said, i think they have the wedding first and get the license officialized a month later.

this whole rigmarole may take them a couple days or even a week or two to put into play, but in the end, i think they get what they're looking for, which is a wedding that is first recognized by them and then later by the powers that be.

all in all, i think that the wedding itself is a supremely simple affair—stark, quick, "courthouse," and incredibly impromptu, attended only by the lawyer and whatever employees from the law office need to be there to serve as official witnesses—but that's okay by grissom and sara because they care less about the superficial trappings than about what is being signified. for them, they both very much feel as if they are finally doing something that they wanted to do months (or even years) ago, making good on a promise that they lost sight of for a while but have both always, always wanted more than anything to keep.

as for what they might say during the ceremony, i've got some speculation here.

once the knot is tied, they embark on a canoe trip through the jungle to look for bugs as their honeymoon.

anyway, that's what i've got.

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

and good luck with your recovery from your surgery! i hope it's going well.

#answered #renb80s #asks: csi #**#my headcanons #season nine #let's talk shop #csiverse

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