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Maddie is unexpectedly sent to an ashen future. She doesn't even get the chance to meet the mysterious man who sent her to this apocalyptic world - she's only given a single command, ringing over and over in her head: "Find Danny. Save him." @ecto-mochi

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Save Danny.

Find him. Save him.

Maddie groggily woke up. The command was ringing in her head over and over. What was wrong with Danny? Why did she have to save him?

She opened her eyes and was met with an ashen apocalyptic world. Where was she?

She looked up above her just to see what looked like flying cars. A futuristic city. A dome appeared to surround the entire city and Maddie couldn’t help but think it must be a ghost shield. Why did they need a ghost shield around the entire city?

A wailing sound tore its way through the air and Maddie covered her ears. What was that sound? Where was it coming from?

One of the towers powering the dome exploded and the shield dissipated. Dread filled her being.

Find Danny. That was what she was here to do. That was what she would worry about.

Where did she start though? Was she looking for her fourteen year old son or a version of him from the future?

She just had to start looking. Someone had sent her here. They wouldn’t send her on some impossible mission. She’d know it when she saw it.

She searched up and down the streets as she walked by. In all the ruined and destroyed buildings. There was not a sign of life anywhere out here. Not a single person roamed in this area. It was just her.

She stopped as that wailing sound started back up again. It sounded even closer this time.

“No!”

It couldn’t be. That voice. Was he still haunting Amity Park after all this time?

Maddie turned around the corner of the crumbled building she was standing beside. There he was. Phantom. And… Phantom?

Standing down the street were two Phantom’s. The one she recognized that must’ve been from her own time. And then there was the older looking ghost. He looked like an aged version of the teenage ghost she hunted down every day. Was Phantom the Danny she was supposed to save? He was technically a Danny after all.

The older Phantom picked up some kind of medallion and phased it into Phantom’s chest and he screamed. He jumped into the air pulling Phantom behind him.

Whether or not Phantom was the Danny she was supposed to save, he would probably know where her son was so she could find him.

She was coming up to a ruined version of the Nasty Burger by the time she caught up with them. It had what looked like a memorial of… her and her family. Danny’s friends. And his teacher?

What happened here?

She crept up quietly and stood behind some rubble and listened as the two ghosts talked to each other.

“It doesn’t matter if I go back in time or not! I’ll never turn into you! Never!”

“Of course you will.”

She watched with wide eyes as a ring appeared around the older Phantom’s waist. It split and moved over his body and when it disappeared left standing in his place was what looked like her son.

“It’s only a matter of time.”

Everything clicked into place and she finally understood. He looked like Phantom. He could turn into Danny. He was Phantom from the Future. Phantom was Danny.

This was the Danny she was supposed to be saving.

Then he was throwing Phantom- Danny- into the portal.

“I need you out of my way and out of my hair while I make sure nothing happens to change my past.”

“Danny..?” Maddie stepped forward and reached a hand out towards her son. He turned to look at her with a haunted expression, the portal swirling beside him.

“Ma- Mom?” He called. He seemed confused.

She took another step towards him and he took a step back, the portal closing beside him.

“What happened to you?” She whispered.

“How did you get here?” He asked with wide eyes. “You didn’t come here with them.”

She shook her head. “Someone sent me here. All they told me was to save Danny. I thought they meant my son. But now I realize they meant you.”

He barked out a laugh. “Save me? There is no saving me. There’s nothing you can do. I’m not even your son. I’m an amalgamation.”

“What do you mean?” She pulled her hand back from where it was still outstretched and kept it close to her body.

“That fruit loop tried pulling out Danny’s human emotions but only succeeded in pulling out his ghost half. Then I ripped out his. We morphed together and that is who I am now.”

Her eyes widened. “Vlad? He’s-”

“Half ghost?” He smirked. “You and the fat oaf really are as dense as a brick. You couldn’t even find two ghosts that were always right under your nose.”

“I’m positive you’re the one I was sent here to save though.” Maddie clenched her fists at her sides. “No matter how much I… Detested Phantom, he always got us out of dangerous and impossible situations. Danny always came home. You are the one in need of help.”

His laughter split across the destroyed parking lot. Danny’s blue eyes turned back to red. “Help? Help? I needed help ten years ago. Help with school. Help with ghosts. Help with the goddamn suicidal ideation I had after I watched my entire family get blown up in this very lot!”

Maddie flinched as his voice raised in volume.

“But instead I had the ghost ripped out of my human half and ended up killing him!”

Maddie covered her mouth with her hands. He killed…?

He laughed again, this time a sad, crazed laugh. He looked away from her. “All our ideation paid off though. But it didn’t help me. Not when I was still stuck with every one of both of their bad traits and memories. All of their fears.”

“What are you afraid of?” She whispered. He looked back up at her.

“Being alone.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. We can fix this.”

He raced towards her and instead of her son, he was suddenly the older Phantom. He held her up by her throat.

“There’s nothing you can do.” He snarled. “My fate is sealed. And I intend to make sure it happens.”

She took in a raspy breath. “Come… Home. Don’t punish- yourself any longer. Come- come home.”

His eyes widened at that and he let go of her like she burnt him. He took a couple steps back. She coughed as he looked at her.

“You- you think I’m punishing myself?”

She pushed herself up off the ground. “You’ve destroyed everything. You’ve demolished an entire city. You’ve probably killed many people. People can’t leave you all alone if you get rid of them first.”

“I-” He stopped and looked up at her again.

“Come home.” She whispered.

They stared at each other as she waited for his response. He opened his mouth to reply-

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #maddie fenton #danny fenton #dan phantom #angst #ambiguous ending #phic phight 2024 #fanfiction

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moonit3 · 6 months

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A LOYAL BUTLER pt. 2

➥ warnings/notices: yandere, nsfw, cunnilingus, handjob, blowjob, afab! reader, male! yandere, dom! reader, sub! yandere, kissing, dry humping, non penetration but smut, I don’t how to write moans so bare with me, implied overstimulation.

➥ synopsis: a party leads to an unexpected moment for you and elliot that makes the relationship even more intimate.

➥ yandere! butler x f! reader

➥ a/n: with the help and guidance of @taeee0902 , im bringing the second part of the story that many of you have been waiting for! keep in minds this is probably the now longest piece of the blog for now, also the most long smut ive write before \(//∇//)\ so im hoping to all of you enjoy this piece as i loved writing this one! also, this is part two of this post! so check it out for some context.

➥ it’s been a few weeks since you and elliot got closer than ever. letting his hands and lips going over your body during working hours, making you feel relieved after long days of paperwork and making you feel so much pleasure from his hands alone. to think he is doing it almost daily is insane, specially when it’s risky to be caught. one time, elliot touched you in the library, despite knowing there were servants around.

➥ the occasions when he isn’t touching nor speaking dirty things to your ears, elliot still helps with your family’s finances. despite being your lover behind the curtains, he still needs to be a presentable man to keep his job as your personal butler, but also to prevent anyone from finding it out the relationship you two share. elliot knows how many people wants to steal you away from him.

➥ “you are mine, [name]…” his hands holds your waist down to the bed, preventing you from escaping his touch as he teases your entrance. the lovely sounds coming out from your lips and seeing how your eyes are rolling back makes him smile. “none can see you like this but me, do you understand me?” the only thing you could do is nodded, too busy to speak when his fingers entered your hole and too much concentrated to not moan loudly, too focused to not moan out loud of this situation.

➥ and his touchy attitude got more intense with the invitation from an old friend of your late father. a gala where many nobles will celebrate the birth of the new addition of the duke’s family, not a big deal though. however when the party started, noblemen got all over you, asking for your hand and shameless flirting with you, not caring it’s that is against the queen’s words.

➥ i should’ve stayed home…that you keep thinking by every time one of those old men gets closer to you, offering you to become their second or third wife. you can’t believe men like this exist, how can they be this stupid? thankfully, elliot is here to help.

➥ his expressionless face and sharp words were enough to make those men step away from you. because of that, many nobles began to believe that he is the voice of reason of the barony, a harsh and cruel butler who has to help the inexperienced baroness who inherited a large territory, but they don’t know the true, none of them really does.

➥ when it’s the time to leave the party, you decided to go to the bathroom and elliot took the opportunity to arrange the carriage. you give your best at smiling at those nobles for hours and hours, so that’s the barely minimum he can do for you. he was ready to enter the carriage to wait for you, but suddenly a maid calls for his name, one that he recognizes to be working for the party’s host.

➥ despite telling her name, elliot’s mind fail to remember as she talks and talks even more about her admiration for him. it’s an innocent crush, elliot can tell that by how her cheeks gets reds when he pretends to pay attention and how she can’t hold her voice low whatever she speaks about her current hobbies. situations like this are normal, everyone gets a crush on someone else, but this girl is getting off the hook. trying to touch his gloved hand and taking steps to be closer to him, this girl is surely bold or stupid enough to not know her place.

➥ he was ready to yell, maybe making a scene to scold her behavior, but nothing happened as you returned. with a smile on the lips, you make your way to stand next to elliot and dismiss the maid. the tone of your voice is shape and cold, completely opposite of your usual manner. it was efficient and the maid quickly left the scene, but not before staring at you with hateful eyes.

“my lady,” he is relieved by your arrival, things could’ve been different if you hadn’t arrived in time. “thank you for helping me with that maid.”

the sweet smile on your lips calm him down, “no problem, elliot. its my duty to assure that my closest friend feel uncomfortable.” is that so? your hands goes to his and you get closer to whisper your next words, “before we leave, i need to show you something. follow me~”

and he obeyed you. step by step, elliot walked behind you for a path that he didn’t visit earlier of the duke’s manor as he was too occupied by staying at your side during the party, however you seems familiar with this part of the mansion. have you visited here before? perhaps. after all, every noble knows each other from either arranged marriages or business relationships.

it took a few more minutes til you arrive at the place you wanted to show elliot, a library, where the only living souls around are you and him. the door is closed when he enters after you, there is something around that you want to show him? maybe an ancient book, money or could it be something else?

“elliot.” turning to face you, elliot is surprised by your hands pushing him to sit down an dusty empty armchair. slowly, you began unzipping the back of your dress, revealing the black bra and panties that you are wearing underneath it. what are you doing? this is unladylike of a noblewoman! but why isn’t he stopping you? “is this alright with you?”

he nodded, too busy to talk by the moment your hands hold his face closer to your. feeling your breath to his skin makes the entire world pause for an instant and the soft of your lips on his makes elliot feel the luckiest man to ever exist. the kiss was meant to last seconds, but elliot didn’t want to let go of this magnificent moment, so he pulled you closer with his own hands and kissed you for longer.

it’s a little weird to know that had touched you before in numerous occasions, but it’s just now that you shared a kiss with him, one that left a line of saliva when the two of finally separated. cheeks red and completely breathless, those are the words that describe you and elliot in this situation.

“a-are you—“ you interrupted him with another kiss, but it didn’t last long as elliot pushed you away. “we shouldn’t do this—it’s wrong and unacceptable to a noble lady kiss her servant.”

“really? off all the things we did before, you consider a kiss to be more blasphemy than those times you were in middle of my legs?” a laugh escapes from your lips, trying to minimize the awkward of this situation. “besides, i know you want this too, to take things just a little more further between the two of us.”

the embarrassment of elliot’s face faded with your words. “you want me?” the thought of alone makes him wonder for long you have planned this.

“of course i want you, elliot.” you kissed his neck, dirtying a small part of his white long shirt and smiling at his face. “but i will understand if you wish to pretend this never happened—“

“NO!” he holds your hips closer to his, not daring to let you escape from his grab nor getting up from his lap. “i want this. i want you, [name]…so please, continue to touch me as you wish, my lady.”

“then, i will begin.” you smiled.

with his hands on your hips, elliot guide you to move forward and back on his lap. soft moans comes from his mouth by every time you rub your intimate part closer to his buldge, it’s a new sensation for the butler, one that is making his body feel so good.

your hands on his shoulder makes him smile, this isn’t a dream, this is real and feeling your soft finger touching him is a reminder this whole experience is reality and he won’t ever change this for anything, not even for a fancy title.

elliot can feel that he is close. the moans turned into whimpers and whines speaking your name when his grip is getting weaker, his eyes are full of tears of pure pleasure. he wants to hold it, too make this moment last longer, but he failed to do so.

“ahhhh……mmm~!” one of your hands went to his lips, preventing elliot from moaning out loud to the entire manor, but that didn’t stop him from dirtying his brief and pants. its stick, you can feel as you get up from his lap and it’s visible if anyone pays closer attention. also the look on his face doesn’t help much either. “…[name]…”

things was supposed to end there, at least, that was elliot thought before you kneeling in front of him. before having you unzipped his pants, removing his briefs to take his cock into your hands. he couldn’t say a words, not when his own voice was betraying him by only letting the library’s wall listen to his stuffy moans.

the tears coming from his eye block mostly of his vision, only letting elliot see your blurry hands touching his cock and feeling your tongue licking the head of his member. wait. are you going to do what is he thinking? your lips gets closer to his shaft and then take as much as possible of him inside your mouth.

“ah…” elliot groans, the hand that isn’t preventing the moan from escaping goes to your head, guiding you to take just a little more of him. “hmmmm~”

the base of his cock is getting stoke with your non-dominant hand while the other one is holding his thighs from closing whatever elliot whimpers. your tongue can already taste the precum coming from the tip and he is already telling you to stop, saying that you shouldn’t drink it, that is dirty to a lady like to do it, but you don’t hear him.

and for a last time tonight, elliot whimpers as he finally came over and in return, you take it all inside your mouth. not a single drop escape from your lips as you smiled after drinking it all, impressing elliot in the process.

“elliot~” you still between his legs, holding his still hard cock in your hands. “are your ready for another round?”

“y-yes, [name].” he stuttered.

hiding behind one of the many pillars of the manor, a maid stares at the library’s door, waiting for two people to step out and to caught them for staying after the party was finished.

“my lord won’t like this at all.” a smile crept into her lips, already imagining the many scenarios of the baroness and her butler getting scolded and gaining some extra money for it. “and i might get a chance with that guy afterwards.”

the maid stood there for at least an hour or so before the door finally opened, revealing the two individuals she was hoping to see, but instead of calling their attention or some knight to scolded them, her body freeze by what she notice of them.

lipstick marks on the butler’s neck, a tiny drop of white fluids on the noble woman lips and what made her too stunned to speak…they are holding hands! a member of the high society being touchy with a mere commoner, isn’t that wrong? she was supposed to say something or at least call someone to shame them in the public eyes, but she just stood still, watching the two walking away to the entrance.

the baroness and her butler smiled to each other when stepping out of the duke’s manor, happily to their relationship getting more intimate and to the maid who was too scared to do something against them.

@moonit3 writings

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 9 months

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Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

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mossdoesartshit · 2 months

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extermination day extermination always irritated vaggie. She had developed a major dislike of it upon being dropped into hell for showing mercy, which shouldve kept her in heaven than get her booted out, but she had found the love of her life here, so she couldnt complain. After the battle during the old hotels time, the exterminations had become far more erratic. sometimes theyd be only a month or so away, sometimes over a year. she had no doubts it was entirely because of lute, which she wasnt too fond of, but what could vaggie realistically do, her old sister in arms had always been a bit of a nutcase. besides, she had bigger fish to worry about right now. she and charlie were doing a headcount of people who had been in the hotel that day, (alastor, husk, nifty, the usual people, along with some hopefully quests to be) and there was one person distinctly missing "do i have to go get him?" vaggie asked, exasparated "come on please? he should be somewhere on the upper floors, i saw him walking up before the bell rang loud, besides you always have your weapon on you!" charlie begged, earning agreed mumblings of the others "If Safety Is Your Concern, Trust Me Vaggie, I Will Be Able To Handle Any Possible Nuisances While You're Getting Mister Bleeding Heart Back" alastor piped up, with that sickeningly sweet grin of his. She rolled her eyes, and groaned out a soft "fiine" as she moved to go up the hotel. Thank Fucking Lucifer that he had installed an elevator into the hotel, because boy howdy if vaggie had had to walk up the flight of stairs just to get Adam she would not have even considered it. Eventually, she found him on the roof, watching the carnage. "come on Adam, i know youre probably so fucking hard about all the destruction and shit, but you wont be safe from them killing you" Adam didnt turn to look at vaggie, instead closing his wings around himself as best he could, and "I can still recognize them you know" "huh?" with one wing, adam pointed down to two exterminators "that right there is lyre, ruthless as ever, but she has that methodical work flow, kind of like a dance. i think they partnered her with a newbie, which is good- well. bad, but. good from a combat standpoint- because she'll get good pointers at the end" vaggie looked down at the next group of exterminators that adam pointed to "over there is janatha, still fumbling with her stabs and pierces as ever. shes in a bigger squad, but they always worked well together, even if theyre a bit chaotic" an explosion blew up relatively near them, and adam looked over to it with sluggish movements "must be lute... say vags-" "vaggie." "-vaggie, do you remember flute?" "huh? you mean lutes sister?" "mmhm, lutes always been pretty ruthless, but that can leave her open at the back, flute would have covered her but. i think she was killed a few exterminations ago, the one that weapons dealer got. i think theyve tried to pair her with others but i always see her alone" vaggie stood there stunned "i. didnt think you were telling the truth when you said you recognized me. i thought you'd been bluffing or that lute had told you, given..." "well, thats the view souls have of me i suppose. liar down to a t. but i do recognize all of them. i just regret that my blind rage cost the lives of several of them and... lutes arm" another explosion closer to them alerted vaggie to grab adams shoulder "come on, charlies going to get worried if you keep me standing here, cant have you getting killed now that shes done so much work on you" "whatever you say vaggie" adam said, solemnly looking behind to where theyd spotted lute, before walking with vaggie to the elevator to get to the more bunkered area

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greeenchrysanthemums · 3 months

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I like Gem and Etho’s dynamics in their videos a lot and I love how you have them intertwined as sibling-like relationship in your au. (We need more of Gem and Etho fics lmao) That being said, have you ever thought of how Gem and Etho first meet after years of being apart? Obviously Gem wouldn’t have recognise Etho (like you said), but how did Etho recognise her? Was it an instant recognition at first sight? Or was it the little details like the way she acts and speaks that made Etho link the connection with the little girl in his memories? Or did Etho only made the connection after the small talks where Gem had mentioned about him?

I’m also curious of when, where and how they meet. Was it in the middle of Gem’s mission when she was dealing with another resistance matter? A casual patrol on the streets? Or was it during her break time/vacation/after work where it’s just Gem being Gem needing some time away from the stress, wandering aimless searching for interesting shops and finds Mumbo and Etho being goofy with their customers?

I’m sorry if I have overwhelmed you with too many questions 😅 feel free to ignore the ask if you don’t want to answer.

(Pssst. Btw if you haven’t thought about it, may I propose adding wither rose twin Fwhip to the narrative? Like a bonus Easter eggs of some sort. Maybe Gem enter Mumbo and Etho’s shop cuz Fwhip needs redstone stuff and request Gem to do the errands after her knight duties? Of course, if you already have things planned, I’ll like to read the notes/snippets!)

Hello! First of all, yes, we need more Gem and Etho fics! I do love their dynamic. Second, do not even worry about all the questions! I enjoy receiving them greatly. 💚

As for your questions, I actually have a mini-fic written for how they meet again! I won't spoil it too much, as I plan to post it sometime soon, but they meet on one of Gem's off days while she is shopping.

For Gem, part of the reason she wouldn't recognize Etho is because she was so young when he left. She was only 8 years old, so it makes sense that her memories of him would be blurry at best. Etho, on the other hand, was already a teenager at the time the time of his departure. His memory of her would be much sharper, if a little bit hazy.

That doesn't mean he recognized her immediately, though. On that day, when she wandered into his shop by coincidence, he had a nagging feeling of nostalgia the entire time they talked, but he couldn't quite place her face. It didn't click for him until she had taken her leave. Stood in the doorway, she had smiled at him in the same way she used to as a child while she said her goodbyes and thanked him for his time.

He was almost knocked over by the amount of grief he felt when he realized who she was and what she had become. He now, admittedly, does his best to avoid her when she comes around. He knows it's wrong to avoid her like that, almost cruel given how close they used to be, but he just can't face her. He feels responsible for the path that she took, and he feels like he failed the little girl from his memories.

The only person he's ever told about his connection to Gem is Mumbo, and he has sworn the other man to secrecy. He doesn't want the bond they once shared to be exploited, even if it would probably make things easier for the resistance. He failed her once; he doesn't want to do it again.

And for that last bit, I have considered adding other Empires or Hermitcraft members to this au many times, but I have ultimately decided against it. This au is primarily inspired by the life series and I didn't want to dilute the character pool too much.

However, they may still appear as side characters eventually or be mentioned as easter eggs! I think I love them too much to leave them out entirely.

#geminitay #ethoslab #etho #GG rivals au #GG asks #hermitcraft #life series #hopefully this makes sense I am sorry if it doesn't!!#pearl knows about their past as well since she put two and two together after hearing gem talk about him #but she doesn't want to make things messy #so she never brings it up to either of them #yet another thing pearl could get in trouble for hiding!!

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phoenixinthefiles · 27 days

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To Know Your Heart Is a Brave Thing

💜📱…Flowerbyte drabble (but also not a drabble cus I lack self-control) @vhstown @noharaaa anybody let me know if you wanna be tagged for flowerbyte fics or any other fics

“I feel like you being passive aggressive right now, listening to this song while you talking to me.”

🎶If you don’t want me then don’t talk to me…

“Go ahead and free yourself,” Margo sang to Miles, picking up the lyrics.

Miles shook his head with a grin and Margo matched it before lowering the volume of the music playing through her speakers.

She’d been blasting music all day from various different genres, though she did agree that maybe “Free Yourself” by Fantasia was a bad selection for the moment.

Plus that song was old even in Miles’ world, it was pretty much ancient in hers.

She flicked one of her hands in the air, shuffling her playlist and turning the volume back up simultaneously.

The beginning of “Let Me Love You” by Mario started playing and Margo grinned.

It was still an old song but she knew Miles had a soft spot for it.

He smacked his lips and gave her a wry look.

“Don’t try to butter me up now Ms. Kess.”

“Boy, nobody’s buttering you up, I put my playlist on shuffle.”

A cocky grin spread over his face and Margo rolled her eyes, but her stomach still flipped.

“Even your algorithms like me.”

Though she rolled her eyes again, she knew there was truth in his statement.

In the four months they’d been dating, Margo has noticed the way the world around seems to have changed. Both the physical world and the virtual-verse.

She’d started exploring the physicality of the world around her thanks to her many visits to E-1610.

She walked through the same park where she and Miles hung out for the first time.

She had walked it before maybe once or twice, but after visiting Miles it was like the whole place lit up. She felt drawn to the spots she’d recognized from Miles’ world.

It was like there was something pulling her to sit under a certain tree or rest her hands against a certain fence.

And when she did, her heart would fill with an inexplicable sort of warmth that she knew only came from Miles.

She knew she probably looked crazy to the rare onlooker as she stood in the middle of a nearly deserted park, all alone and with a dumb smile on her face. But she still made it a top priority to visit it at least once a week.

It had become her happy place, and before Miles she didn’t even think it was possible for her to find solace in reality.

She’d never expressed these thoughts to him, she didn’t even know how, but she was sure he knew.

Margo wasn’t completely confident in how her connection with technology worked but Miles’ comment about her algorithms wasn’t too far off.

“I’m so tired, this song might just put me to sleep.”

Margo is pulled back into the present by Miles’ voice.

He’s lying down on his stomach with his phone propped up in front of him. His eyes are low and he blinks them rapidly in effort to stay awake.

Margo feels that warmth in her heart spark up at the lazy smile that’s spread across his face.

"Why are you still up if you're so tired?"

He yawns and his eyes drop a little lower as he rests his chin on the pillow in front of him.

"We haven't talked in a while, this is worth staying up for."

A wide grin splits Margo's face and she ducks from the camera to try and tamp it down.

When she reappears it's still just as big and bright, but Miles is looking at her with eyes that are a little less tired and a soft small of his own, so she knows they're sharing the same feeling.

A physical connection being reciprocated across highly advanced technology and between two teens in different worlds.

"You still need to go to sleep," she says.

He hums and looks away for a second.

"Are you uh...busy tomorrow?"

Her grin widens again but she doesn't hide this time.

"Nope. I'm completely free all day, which is very rare so I should really take the opportunity to do something special."

"Well then a very special person might come to see you."

"Very special, huh?"

"Yup."

They both laugh softly and Margo finds herself lost in his boyish grin and soft eyes.

She's pleased that he seems to be equally as fond of the cheesy grin that has yet to leave her face.

"Goodnight, Miles."

"Goodnight Miss Kess."

There's another shared laugh and then the holo-screen in front of her goes black. Her reflection shows a girl charmed-sparkling eyes, a wide smile, and straining cheeks.

These are the only times her reflection truly matches her real feelings.

This was inspired by "Young Love" by Cleo Sol

#y'all the way I was smiling the whole time while writing this🤭🤭🤭#I love these two so much #fromphoetou #miles morales x margo kess #margo kess #1610 miles morales #flowerbyte #cyberflower #cybershock

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aphrogeneias · 6 months

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𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

summary: you're running out of time, and eddie is the only one who knows what might save you.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: angst. hurt/comfort. reader is close to being vecna'd (or is she?)

author's note: i didn't make any changes to this chapter because honestly, i like it the way it is, and it has a lot of sentimental value to me.

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He found you hiding under the bleachers a few days later.

Gareth told him he had seen you walking towards the field right before class started, and something in Eddie's heart squeezed. He knew you weren't the type to skip class — trust him, he would know. Not only because he’d been skipping class expertly since middle school, but because, since he’d met you, his eyes were always looking for you in a crowd, his face lighting up whenever he saw you from a distance, just going about your life.

He didn’t want to admit he was too scared of talking to you at school. Eddie used to tell himself it was for your sake, that you probably wouldn’t want to be associated with the freaks and the geeks, but the truth was that he wouldn’t be able to handle the rejection if you were to pretend you didn’t know him. Not that you would ever do that, knowing you the way that he did, rationally, that was ridiculous to even consider, but he let his insecurities get the best of him anytime he saw you.

That all went out of the window when he rushed to the football field, replaying the last conversation you’d had that weekend. Don’t worry about me, you’d told him, but it was impossible not to, not when he couldn’t stop thinking about you and the sad smile you’d given him, the one that would not reach your once lively eyes.

You were sitting on the ground, legs stretched before you, fiddling with the walkman in your hands. It took you a while to recognize his presence as he walked towards your side, slowly lowering himself to sit beside you. Being by your side had always felt right — as someone who was always struggling with his sense of belonging, he never questioned himself when he was with you.

"Munson." You greeted, resting your headphones around your neck. Your smile looked better that day, a sweet grin that almost made all of his worries melt away.

Mirroring you, he greeted you by your last name. Unsure of where to begin, he started with what was easiest. "What are you listening to?"

Without saying anything, you handed him your headphones, delicately setting them on his head, brushing his long hair out of the way. Eddie tried to ignore the shiver that rose up his spine after feeling your hand run through his hair, even if briefly, but it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

He did, though, and eventually he recognized the voice singing in his ears from his uncle's old records.

"There's a place

Where I can go

When I feel low

When I feel blue…"

"The Beatles?" He felt his lips stretching in a teasing smile — after all this time, he should have expected it. "Really?"

Sighing, you took your headphones back from his outstretched hand, lingering a little where your fingers touched. Pausing the song, you shook your head in disagreement. "You can make fun of whatever you want, just not my favorite song."

"I just thought you were more of a Stones girl, to be honest."

He watched you breathe out a weak laugh, closing your eyes as you struggled to hide your grin, and shrugged, but didn't say anything else. You looked tired, Eddie realized, like you hadn't slept well the night before.

"That's… your favorite song?" He just wanted to keep you talking, in hopes of getting you to tell him something, anything."

"Yeah, I think it's always been. Since I can remember." There was something personal in the way you told him that, like this was something you hadn't told a lot of people. "My dad used to play this record all the time, their first LP. I still remember how the sun was shining through the curtains of our old house when I heard it for the first time, how our living room looked, the way that I kept asking him to play it again and again. I don't remember much from that time, but I do remember this."

Nodding, he took in your words in silence. Not knowing how to react, he blurted out, "You know, Ozzy likes them too."

"Ozzy… Osbourne? The Prince of Darkness?"

"The Beatles are Ozzy's favorite band too. They were his biggest influence, though I don't know what he saw in them, honestly."

Laughing, you elbowed him lightly in the arm. Eddie realized, then, that he'd keep doing whatever he could to distract you. "That's interesting, to say the least."

When you fell silent again, he felt you playing with the threads falling from the hole on his ripped jeans. Without thinking, he reached for your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers, giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted to.

You didn't.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice barely a whisper, searching for your eyes.

"Could be worse." There it was, that sad smile again. "I'll feel better if you stay, though."

"For as long as you want, sweetheart."

"Dustin?"

The sudden static noise coming from the walkie in Dustin's hands beside him startled everyone's already rattled nerves in the car. It was Nancy's voice, "Dustin? Anyone? It's urgent."

"Urgent?" Eddie shifted nervously on his seat as the younger boy responded.

Nancy didn't take long to answer. "Is Eddie with you? Where are you?"

Without thinking, he grabbed the walkie from Dustin's grip, hands trembling slightly, "Wheeler? I'm here, we're on our way. Is she… is she okay? Where is she?"

"Good. You need to hurry, we're going in the house. Tell Steve to run. Over."

As Steve stepped on the pedal, probably breaking more than one of Hawkins' traffic laws, Eddie held onto the promise he made you.

He said he would stay, he should never have left in the first place.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic

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castieldelamancha · 7 months

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Castiel stands still as Dean approaches him. He briefly eyes the light blue box he just left on the table, recognizing the logo of a bakery they drove by on their first day here.

He stands still as Dean stops in front of him, stretching the elastic band of the party hat in his hands in order to get it on Castiel, adjusting the hat on his head so it's slightly tilted to the side, on the opposite direction Castiel's head is tilted to in confusion.

Dean takes a short step back and Castiel briefly wonders when is and isn't right and acceptable to invade someone's personal space, but he doesn't say anything he simply watches Dean as he admires his work, his gaze focusing on the way his hands twitch slightly, how he lifts them as if to reach to touch Cas only to lower them down again, he does so a couple of times until he finally settles for adjusting Cas' tie and brushing off some non-existent dust off his shoulders.

"Happy birthday, Cas." He smiles brightly and Castiel, if that's even possible, feels even more confused than before.

"It's really not my birthday, I don't have one of those," Dean's face falls slightly at that, but the expression is gone almost as quick as it appeared in his features, not like he even understands why some logical reasoning would upset Dean.

Dean rolls his eyes, "I know that, but we humans have that one day where we celebrate a person, I thought you could have one too and I-" he trails away, now staring anywhere but at Castiel when before it seemed he couldn't look away from his eyes, "well I thought we could celebrate you on the day we met."

September 18th. Castiel remembers now. That's the day on the calendar today.

Sam, who had been watching the scene unfold up to that point from the motel room's table, with its wobbly legs and it's scratched wooden surface, turns his head away, probably trying to school his features because in Castiel's opinion, he made a quite strange face at Dean's statement.

Castiel doesn't see the point on telling Dean they met before this day, so he doesn't say anything at all, part of him not wishing to be the cause of another hurt look in Dean's eyes

"It's stupid, really, uhm." Dean is rambling, nervously, he is also blushing, lightly.

Castiel reaches out and awkwardly pats his shoulder, he smiles softly, the gesture still feels so unfamiliar to him, "thank you so much, Dean." They stare at each other for a while and Castiel, usually aware of everything around them, forgets about the Earth spinning slowly around the Sun, about the noise outside, the heat of billions of stars and the voices of his brothers and sisters echoing in the back of his mind. There is only Dean, and the easy smile on his lips that reaches his tired but bright green eyes, and the brilliance of that soul that still catches Castiel off of guard with its love and bravery.

Sam clears his throat, breaking the stillness of their shared moment, "have you bought a candle too or something? I mean not like we can get a cake big enough-"

"Pie." Dean interrupts.

Sam huffs lightly, "a pie big enough to get all the candles for Cas' age on it."

Dean laughs at that with a muttered, "you are too old buddy," that has Castiel nodding in agreement because he is, indeed, too old. Dean proceeds to take a little plastic package out of his pocket with a single blue and white candle inside, "I got everything we need."

And Castiel doesn't know it yet, but Dean also has a hastily wrapped present for him in that very same pocket of his jacket.

Castiel stands still as Dean approaches him. He knows well by now that glint in his eyes, his barely contained excitement and the playful smile on his lips. He doesn't even need to look at the party hat in his hands or notice the familiar smile of freshly baked pie coming from the kitchen to know Dean has planned something.

Castiel is a bit at a loss here, he knows it's not their anniversary yet, it isn't Dean's birthday either.

So he simply waits. He stands still, feeling a sense of deja vú as Dean stretches the elastic band of the hat to put it on Castiel's head, slightly crooked to the left. Dean doesn't step back, his eyes moving from the hat to Castiel and, with sure and steady hands testimony of how far they have come after all these years, his right hand closes over Castiel's jaw and the other settles on his lower back pulling him closer.

"We haven't really got the chance to celebrate your birthday since that time, all those years ago," he explains, a hint of guilt in his voice, " so, since the world isn't ending for once, I thought it would be nice to do it again."

September 18th, Castiel remembers now, that's the day on the calendar today.

"It's really not my birthday, I don't have one of those," Dean's face falls slightly, "but if I had one," he adds, trying to avoid upsetting Dean when this is clearly something important to him, and Castiel sees the appeal in this too, stop mourning and start celebrating, " I would love it to be today, the day we met again all those years ago.

The day that started it all.

September 18th.

He had never felt as alive as in that moment, with his wings manifesting with the power of a thunderstorm, a knife through his heart and the brightest soul he had ever had the honor of holding close right in front of him.

He had never felt as alive as he did fighting side by side with Dean, as he did in their shared laughter and sorrow.

As he does now, in their love.

They stare at each other and he gladly loses himself in the depths of Dean's gaze. He can't feel the Earth turning anymore, he can't hear the noise outside or feel the warmth of all the stars in the skies above, it has been a long time since he last heard another angel's voice echoing in the back of his mind. If he could still experience all those things they would be gone now, completely forgotten.

He crosses the short distance between them and presses his lips to Dean's, "thank you so much, my Dean." He then chuckles lightly, what makes Dean, that was leaning forwards, chasing his lips, stop and frown at him, "how many candles do I have to blow? I am concerned, see, my lungs aren't what they used to be anymore."

Dean laughs too, shaking his head lightly, "just the one, I actually managed to find the same one we used the first time around." He takes the candle, safe inside a plastic package, out of the front pocket of the flannel he is wearing and proudly shows it to Cas, and there it is, the single candle with its white and blue swirls.

"C'mon," Dean kisses Cas once more, stepping away from him and offering him his hand, "you actually can eat pie this time without tasting every molecule in it."

Castiel takes the offered hand and allows Dean to guide him to the kitchen.

#destiel #long post #september 18th #it's cas' birthday today bitchesssssssss #and i just got out of work and i am so tired i could pass out right now #ficlet #vanessa writes ✨#tuserpris

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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Before I Leave You (Pt. 49)

(Sneak Peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: a series of bad days has hobi feeling all sorts of fragile. you keep him from breaking.

Tags: Hurt/ comfort, Hobi x m/c focus, self-esteem issues, implied/referenced self-harm (not in like a intentional way, more in a letting yourself get hurt to prove a point way), falling in love, transphobia, Homophobia, Flashbacks to past Sexual assault, coerced sex, Manipulation, Implied emotional abuse.

W/c: 10.0k

A/n: Be mindful the tags with this one! I wouldn’t say that the self-harm in this is like- the most triggering thing i’ve ever written but still! there is a SERIOUS homophobia (alphaphobia?) in this sneek peek! ALSO- the lovely @imperiussexrex has made a little bily Discord server over here- be mindful of the rules and tbh SPOILERS ABOUND- but its been really nice to talk to people!

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Chapter 49 Sneak Peek: Rotting Halo

The shame follows him when he leaves too, making his feet drag the whole walk home. He hunches his shoulders against the sun- isn’t fall supposed to be cloudy? Why did it have to be such a nice day when Hobi’s in such a black mood? He knows the way home by memory, he barely has to think to walk it.

In a few months, it will be too cold to make the trip, and he’ll have to use his car all the time.

Hobi genuinely loves his car- but after the initial fanfare it had gotten a lot harder to drive to work. At first the purr of the engine was intoxicating, equally as enticing as the idea that he finally he had something so nice that was only his. There’s a sense of identity in it; The car looks like him the same way that looking at the house feels like looking at you and Yoongi. The average person wouldn't say that places should hold so much meaning, but to Hobi they do.

The car is a place to him, a small little bundle of safety and pack that he can transport wherever. A portable vestibule for the packs prayers in the form of beach trips and fastfood runs. It’s funny to be nostalgic over something that hasn’t happened yet. But Hobi knows that he’ll drive the car until it rusts out.

At first, he even liked the looks that passersby’s shot him. a bright-eyed kid here, an old sailor with a rough-hewed face there. But then the hushed murmurs and jealous jabs started. The casual indifference of his coworkers and the insistence that Hobi could pick up the late-night hours.

“Or do you not want to risk getting mugged when you drive home- oh wait I forgot you live in the nice part of town now-”

Yesterday at work, he’d overheard something he shouldn’t have, he’d finished up early on an order for a wedding (too many white roses, too much baby’s breath) and had headed out back to help unload more annual flats with the rest of the coworkers. His body hidden by the box truck. the sound of his steps quieting as gravel became packed dusty earth and his paced slowed.

He recognized the hushed sound of a secret. The low tones of people who don’t want to be overheard.

“Funny that we get all the hard work when carrot top in there gets to play with daisies all day” the plastic trays thud against the metal plant racks.

“Boss plays favorites and it’s not like he needs the money” Hobi had gone still, The bitter huff, the derision leaking from their voices- every bit of it rubs Hobi raw “Hobi's just a sugar baby.”

“I’m not surprised. I kind of thought-” the person breaks off saying something Hobi can't hear, indistinguishable from the rush and thump of unloading trays. “-Wonder what he had to do to get that car.”

“Probably a lot. Can you believe he’s got 3 other alphas in his pack? That kind of dynamic can’t be fun.”

“What you think he takes a knot up the ass or something?” The jab prompts laughter. The joke clearly hitting on some sort of grade school level humor but Hobi just burns regardless, unable to be brave and just come around the side of the truck and confront them about it. Because Hobi can never be brave when it’s just himself on the line. Anger makes him shake and he has to ball his hands into fists to keep himself from trembling.

“I’m saying it’s already weird that an alpha likes flowers so much.”

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snowyh2o · 3 months

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Anyone ever think the reason all those demons started running and deciding to unalive themselves when they saw Alastor and Zestial did it not because they saw Alastor and Zestial together, but because they saw Zestial?

Evidence:

Alastor’s been missing for 7 years. Yes Charlie recognized him on sight, and the official webcomic showed people running at the sight of Alastor as well, but we don’t know when that takes place or if it’s still considered canon.

The scenes of demons scrambling in fear don’t start happening until Zestial shows up.

No one ran from Alastor when he went out and made his recording, in fact they looked confused as to why he’s standing there recording them doing stuff.

No one freaked out during stayed gone when he started broadcasting his voice all over hell. (Cannibal town doesn’t count, he’s a frequent and welcomed visitor there lol)

The running in fear and watching from around the corner thing could’ve also been because Alastor was talking with Zestial, and two overlords are scarier than one. But personally I think it was Zestial they were primarily afraid of.

By this point Alastor has only been back for ~2 weeks and we only saw him do anything public once on the second week and then never again. Personally, I don’t think it’d be too much of a stretch to say that most demons had forgotten him at that point, thought he was dead, or couldn’t remember what he looked like when not going all eldritch abomination on someone (like how the posters depict him as). There’s also how the yearly exterminations mean that there’s always more new souls in hell and old ones keep dying, so the demons who do remember the radio demon’s hay day are dwindling every year. Demons just aren’t scared of the Radio Demon anymore, not like they used to. (<- probably why he gets so annoyed when no one seems to give a shit about his disappearance/why Vox’s words were getting under his skin lol)

So it’s more likely the sudden and frantic fear was due to the appearance of Zestial, and also the fact that he was talking to someone who wasn’t openly terrified and so most likely is another overlord.

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My Girl [Chapter 3][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 3K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, smut

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When you showed up to work, there was a bouquet of white roses and calla lilies on your desk. You immediately recognized Jake's handwriting on the small card tied to the glass vase.

Happy one month anniversary, Natalie. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.

Love,

Jake

“Shut up,” Rebecca whined, rounding the corner to your desk and spotting the flowers. You flushed. “God, I hate you sometimes. Maybe not hate. Just jealous of your life.”

You laughed and dropped the card into your purse. “You're lucky with Harris. He’s good to you and he loves you.”

“He’s never once sent me flowers at work,” she countered. “That’s some old school shit.”

“Jake is different,” you said softly. “He’s not like any other guy I’ve dated.”

“He’s a man,” Rebecca added. “I think the expectations are different. On both sides.”

“What do you mean?”

You had told her about how Jake had to cancel Ellie’s birthday, and that you two had decided to take it slow, both with meeting Ellie and with sex. What you hadn’t told her was that he hadn’t slept with anyone since his late wife. That felt like a personal detail you weren’t at liberty to share.

“I mean he’s probably expecting more of you than any other twenty-something guy would.” Rebecca crossed her deep bronze legs and you watched as a first-year associate drooled over her from afar before scampering away when you caught his lusty gaze and frowned. She was the only black woman on the legal team, and only one in a handful of people of color in the entire office, something the both of you were trying to remedy now that you had say in the new hires brought in at the graduate level. Rebecca had a way of making men twice her age give up without a fight, something that was highly irregular in law, and you admired her deeply for it. She also terrified the interns and first years, which never ceased to make you laugh.

“Like what?” you asked.

“Like commitment,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “The man is in his thirties. He’s a widower with a kid. He sounds like the commitment type. He doesn’t want to run around and chase ass all day. A man who sends these,” she skimmed a rose petal with one long nail, “is in it for the long haul.”

Your stomach did somersaults. The longest relationship you had been in was with Sam, for two years. And you had never once imagined marrying him. You tipped your head back against the chair. “I like him a lot. He’s smart and gorgeous and kind. But I’m not sure if I’m ready to make such a big decision like that.” You looked up at Rebecca. “I’m twenty-six for Christ’s sake. I should be doing Coyote Ugly at a bar, not spending Saturday nights putting together book reports.”

Rebecca laughed. “She’s four, not fourteen.”

“See? I don’t know anything about kids!”

“I have eight nieces and nephews,” she said. “Trust me, all you have to do is listen to their games and stories and act interested in them and you’re golden.”

“I don’t want to lose him,” you said after a moment, staring at the vase of flowers. “I think he’s right for me. I’m just scared that I’m not right for him.”

Rebecca stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “He sounds smart. I don’t think he would do all of this,” she swept her hand toward the flowers, “if he outright thought you weren’t a fit. Trust your gut.”

***

The one time you had thought about having kids, you were staring at an unopened pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.

When you looked up into the mirror, your face was ashen. Your hands shook as you ripped the white foil package, pulled out the plastic stick and sat down to pee.

It was the first semester of 3L. You had just finished interning with Smith & Hobart, and had a finance job lined up for after graduation. Sam was still searching for a job. The two of you had taken a trip at the end of the summer to Maine and stayed in a tiny cabin outside of Kennebunkport, eating lobster rolls and going kayaking at dusk and drinking endless bottles of Sancerre and one morning you had woken up with the terrible realization that the night before he had been too drunk to get the condom on and you had said fuck it and now you were eleven days late.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You were meant to get a white collar law job and buy a starter house in Alexandria or outside Sacramento. Sign a lease on a new Lexus sedan, bring home a boy to Thanksgiving, watch your mother fawn over him while your father ushers him into the study for a cigar and to grill him on his likely nonexistent knowledge of tax law. You were meant to sit excitedly in the OB/GYN office, diamond band sparkling on your left hand as your fingers traced the subtle swell of your stomach.

You weren’t meant to get pregnant at twenty-four with a guy you were certain wasn’t the one. He was the one for now, and that had been enough.

Until it wasn’t.

You wanted to be a mother in the way that lots of young girls yearn to have someone to care after. Someone to dress up in baby clothes. Someone to love you unconditionally.

But you weren’t ready. The idea of failing someone so small, so dependent, terrified you.

After two minutes you flipped it over and slid to the floor, back pressed tightly against the wooden cabinet beneath the sink, tears flooding your eyes. You could barely choke back the sob that rose out of your throat.

It was negative.

It was what you wanted. So why was there an ache somewhere deep inside your chest that you couldn’t quite place?

***

“What are you doing next weekend?” Jake asked, twirling strands of spaghetti onto his fork.

You took a sip of wine. The restaurant was quiet. Not many people ate dinner past eight o’clock in the area. “No plans,” you replied, stabbing a blob of mozzarella with your fork. “Why?”

“Let’s go away together,” Jake said and you looked up with surprise.

“What about Ellie?”

“She’s spending the weekend with her grandparents,” he replied, smiling. “They’re taking her to Disney.”

“Oh that’s sweet,” you said softly.

“So what do you think?” Jake reached across the table and pulled your hands into his. “Anywhere you want. I have a few places in mind, but I want to hear what you think.”

You grinned. “Of course, I’d love to.”

He smiled and you saw the relief flood his handsome face. “I’ll plan it all. You just show up and look as beautiful as you always do.”

You loved this about him. How he took charge and made plans. It was such a deviation from all the other guys you had ever known. Your heart swelled at that moment. He was the kind of guy who would never let you down.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Do you want it to be a surprise, or are you anti-surprise?” he asked.

“I like surprises,” you replied. “Just tell me what dress code to pack for.”

“I like that about you,” Jake said, putting his card down seamlessly when the waiter came around with the bill. He thanked him and then turned his grin to you. “You’re so easy going. I bet you get along with everyone.”

You laughed and Jake held out his hand after signing the check to help you out of your seat. His fingers pressed tightly into your lower back as Jake guided you out of the restaurant. You stopped at the silver Range Rover, leaning back against the door and reaching out, pulling Jake in closer. It was a warm night, perhaps the last good weather before fall crept in, and you breathed in Jake’s cologne as he leaned over you, one hand on either side of your head, gripping the roof of the truck.

“Tell me what you’re thinking in that pretty little head,” he whispered softly.

You dragged one hand down his chest from his shoulders, across his abdomen, down to his belt buckle and watched a small tent form in Jake’s pants. He looked up at you, breathless. When you leaned forward, you grazed your lips against his. “I’m thinking about how much I’d love some dessert,” you murmured seductively in his ear.

Jake laughed and pulled you into a firm kiss before reaching for the door handle and opening the door for you. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you some ice cream.”

***

Taking it slow with Jake wasn’t easy. Not when he’d slide into a parking spot in front of the townhouse in his Range Rover, sunglasses perched perfectly on his nose, opening the passenger side door, taking your hand to help you up.

It wasn’t easy to sit across from him at dinner, or out on the front porch, and watch him talk enthusiastically with his hands and not wonder what they would feel like trailing up your thighs, wrapped around your hips as you ground your cunt against his open mouth.

No, waiting to sleep with Jake was proving to be more difficult than you had thought. You felt like a horny college freshman, just eagerly awaiting that one person who would agree to go home with you one night when they were slightly too drunk.

So when Jake’s hand slid onto your upper thigh while you were watching a movie on the couch in your townhouse, you looked over at him with surprise. One of his friends was babysitting Ellie. Jake had insisted on making you dinner at home — fried chicken and salad — and you had quickly agreed. When you had asked how late he could stay and he smiled, you suggested turning on the movie.

It hadn’t occurred to you what that smile had meant until the moment Jake’s fingers started to burn through the fabric of your leggings.

“Jake?” you murmured softly and he pulled his eyes away from the screen where Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey were playing cards in Staten Island.

“What is it, Sugar?” he asked.

Your thumb grazed his hand. “I know we’re taking it slow, and I completely understand why. But I want to know what you need from me.”

Jake’s fingertips dug a little harder into your leg. You watched him swallow nervously. “I want you. Desperately. It’s just, it’s been a long time,” he said after a moment. "Trust me, I think about you naked all the time."

Slowly, you reached up and stroked one hand down his cheek, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. Jake’s hand left your thigh and gripped your neck softly as he kissed you back, gentle but dominant.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured softly and you smiled against his lips before pulling back, sliding off the couch and kneeling in front of him between his legs. You watched Jake’s eyes widen as you trailed your hands down his shirt, undoing the buttons and kissing from his collarbone down his chest until you reached the trail of hair around his belly button.

“Is this OK?” you whispered, looking up at him. He nodded wordlessly, both of his hands cemented to his thighs. Your fingers found the clasp of his belt and you looked up at him again. “Can I?” Another nod. You undid the belt buckle, pulling it off and tossing it next to the couch on the ground, fingers tugging down the zipper. Underneath, you could feel how hard he was in his chinos and you pulled the zipper all the way down, eyes locked on Jake’s the entire time. “I can stop,” you said quietly. “Just tell me.”

Jake shook his head. “No, please, don’t stop.”

With his approval, you slid your fingers around the waist of his pants and boxers, pulling them down. Jake lifted his hips to help, and the two of you chuckled as he struggled to pull each leg off without hitting you where you knelt between his legs. Finally, he tossed the discarded pants to the floor, and settled back on the couch as you gasped at his hard cock. It was so stiff it bobbed when he shifted his legs.

Jake’s eyes were trained on yours, his hands at his sides. Leaning forward, you smoothed your hands up his thighs from his knees to his hips.

“You OK baby?” you whispered softly.

“You don’t have to do this,” Jake said quietly. “If you don’t want to. I know a lot of women don’t like to.”

You smirked and reached out, grabbing the base of his hard cock with your hand. Jake gasped, growing harder in your hand. “Trust me, I fucking want to.”

He leaned back as you shifted forward, swiping your tongue across his tip, licking the precum from the thick, red head of his cock. Jake groaned and fluttered his eyes closed, and you placed your other hand on his thigh, leaning down and licking from his balls to his tip as he twitched in your hand. He was salty and enormous, and you were sure your panties were soaked just from touching him and hearing the soft noises he made as you licked him.

Finally, you looked up, locking eyes with Jake, and then took him into your mouth, pushing until he was all the way in the back of your throat.

“Shit!” Jake moaned and you felt his thick cock stirring in your mouth. “Oh my fucking God.”

With both hands on the base of his cock, you began to bob up and down, keeping your tongue flat against the underside of his cock before flicking it in a circle around the tip and then taking him again into the back of your mouth and throat as Jake groaned and moved his hands to your head, gathering your hair together.

“Fuck, baby,” he whined. “God that feels so good.”

After a minute, you felt him tugging and pushing on your head, setting the rhythm. Saliva began to drip out of the corners of your mouth, the quick pace and spit mixing together to create an obscenely loud cacophony, along with Jake’s unabashed moans. He was so large your jaw was beginning to tire. One of your hands trailed up his chest while the other remained wrapped around the base of his cock, and you heard his breath get raspier, more desperate.

“Shit, baby, I’m close,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can pull out if you want me to.”

You tried to say no, but it came out strangulated on his cock with all of the saliva. Instead, you pressed your fingers into his chest, catching his eye and Jake’s hand that wasn’t in your hair came out to grip yours on his chest. He squeezed your fingers and you watched his eyes roll back into his head as you took him deeper in your mouth.

“Fuck, oh my God, holy shit!” he cried out and you felt the hot stream of cum shoot into the back of your mouth and your throat. Breathing through your nose, Jake’s hand still gripping yours tightly against his muscular abdomen, you pulled your mouth along his dick slowly, milking him until you got to the tip, licking him clean before swallowing.

Jake released your hand and you sat back on trembling knees, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Was that OK?” you asked after a moment. He was silent, sitting back against the couch with a dazed expression, cock still hard but no longer throbbing. “Jake?”

“Come here,” he said gruffly and you pushed yourself off of the floor, straddling him and placing your hands on his shoulders. Jake tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his green eyes piercing yours. “That was fucking amazing,” he whispered and you smiled. “But I hope you didn’t do it because you thought I expected it of you or anything. Because I didn’t.”

You shook your head and chuckled. “Honey, I wanted to.” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for weeks now.”

Beneath you, Jake twitched and you instinctively ground down against him. He groaned, hands on your hips, holding you flush with him. “Fuck, you have no idea how much you turn me on,” he said softly. Jake pressed his lips to your neck and you fell forward, kissing his shoulder, hands threaded through his hair. “I want all of you. Soon, I promise. But tonight, I just want to hold you until I have to go.”

You drew back and nodded, sliding off of his lap and he pulled his pants and boxers back on, opening his arms and you slid into his embrace easily. Jake kissed your temple as you tossed one arm across his broad chest.

“What are you thinking?” Jake whispered softly, running one hand through your hair as you laid against his chest.

“How sweet you are,” you murmured. “How I’ve never met a guy like you before.”

Jake was silent for a moment. He had a tendency to go quiet, pensive. Sometimes it made you worried he was mad at you. But you were beginning to realize it was just how he was. He needed time and space to think. He wasn’t the kind of guy who simply filled empty air just to fill it. “I care about you a lot, Natalie. I hope you know that. This, us, isn’t something I take lightly.”

His fingers dug into your side.

“Nat?” he whispered after a moment. “Honey?” There was a sense of urgency, anxiety in Jake’s voice. You knew what he thought. That you were going to bolt. He saw you as someone young and flighty.

“I’m falling for you too, Jake,” you murmured against his chest and felt his sight of relief as your words filled the small living room.

You were falling in love with Jake Seresin. And that terrified you.

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elizabethsaige · 2 years

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friends helping friends

Steve Harrington x Platonic!Reader, Robin Buckley x Reader

Word Count: 2425

Warnings: homophobia implied (time centric)

A/N: steve and eddie are canon in this, i just needed it after volume 2 :’( also, i just love steve and feel like he's such a redeemable person, i wanna expand on the friendship of reader and steve as much as the relationship of reader and robin

i will be probably making this into a series but i wanted to get the beginning out before i lose motivation

*gif not mine

Family Video was unusually slow on this particular day. No one but the usual few customers have come in and out of the store, browsing the isles filled with basically any movie they could think of. You and Steve were on the schedule for the day. Usually, Robin would have been here but she wasn’t feeling that great so you decided to cover her shift.

Although you just started at Family Video a few weeks ago, you and Steve have gotten to spend a lot of time together. You even considered him one of, if not your best friend, which would not have been the case a few years ago. Luckily for you, he had graduated from his douchebag days and now he was an alright guy.

You’d known Steve since you were about 8 or 9 years old. Back then, you were best friends and never figured you’d be anything less. But around middle school, Steve climbed the social ladder and became popular, leaving you in the dust with all of the other “losers”, as he called them. Then around freshman year, you were unfortunately the subject of Steve, Tommy, and Carol’s bullying. Tommy and Carol, of course, did most of the work, but Steve did his fair share. The Steve you once knew was no more, instead he was someone you didn’t even recognize.

You knew his home situation, how his dad was an asshole through and through. Steve always promised himself that he’d never become like him, but assholery apparently ran in the family.

While he could be a total jerk, Steve really was just angry and the only way he knew how to take it out was on others. Eventually, he was broken up with by Nancy Wheeler and realized he couldn’t be the same person anymore. So, he dumped Tommy and Carol and found a few new good friends, ones that helped him work through his anger and realize he didn’t have to be like his dad anymore.

Soon after that, during junior year, Steve showed up on your front porch with flowers. The gift came with a hefty apology, saying how much he hated himself for being so cruel to you and how you didn’t deserve any of it.

“Steve, what are you doing here?”

“I need to apologize to you, Y/N. I was an asshole to you for the past few years and you don’t have to forgive me, but I need you to know that I regret it more than anything. You were my best friend and I ruined that and I’m so so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

“Come inside, let’s talk.”

Eventually you forgave him, understanding what peer pressure and a dominating father can do to a person. He had grown and done a lot of thinking, but you still checked him any time he accidentally slipped up and said anything mean. You too had grown and learned to stand up for yourself and other people.

The two of you hung out all the time. Well, when he wasn’t with Robin. Steve made friends with Robin Buckley, who was a “loser” like you, according to the old Steve. But once she and Steve began working together, they were inseparable.

You didn’t really know Robin all that well. You knew she was smart and funny, and pretty, but that’s all you really knew about the girl. Steve tried to get her to hang out with you guys all the time, but Robin would always make up some lame excuse, like having to give her cat a bath. You weren’t even sure she had a cat, but if she did, that was one poor animal, considering how many times Robin had to bathe it.

Truthfully, you figured she didn’t really like you. The few times you did hang out with her were mostly during work, and even then, she’d barely talk to you. She was always a stuttering mess, messing up her words and blushing like crazy before eventually giving up and shutting her mouth for the rest of the shift.

And it didn’t matter how many times you asked her questions or tried to get to know her, it was always the same short answers or words that weren’t actual words. Steve would always say, “Oh, don’t mind Robin. She’s just nervous around pretty girls” to which you would roll your eyes and brush it off.

But again, he did know her better than you, not that you didn’t want to be friends with her. She just didn’t give you the chance.

“Y/N, pass me that tape,” Steve said, reaching his hand to the copy of The Breakfast Club sitting on the counter beside you. You grabbed the tape and lightly tossed it to him, causing him to fumble and drop the movie.

A cackle came out of your mouth before you called him an idiot. “Thank you for that.”

“Oh it was my pleasure, really,” you replied, leaning your back against the counter. Slow days were your favorites because you got to chat with coworkers and watch movies all day long. But this one just seemed to drag by.

Steve came around the counter and took a seat on top of it, his leg hitting your arm. “I forgot to mention, Eddie and I are going to a movie tomorrow, you should come.”

Looking up at him, you rolled your eyes and looked back at the TV screen. “What, so I can be your third wheel? No, thank you.”

“It’s not a third wheel if we’re not dating, Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you?”

Steve was obviously in denial about his feelings for Eddie Munson. I guess it makes sense though, no one in town would approve of two guys getting together, especially not Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. From the outside, those two were nothing alike. But little did anyone know, they had a lot more in common than what meets the eye.

“And how many times do I have to tell you that he’s into you? I mean, if the heart eyes weren’t an obvious giveaway, he also calls you baby girl,” you teased, making Steve look away with a blush and sputter out a quiet “whatever”.

A few teens came running into the stop, making a B-line to the copies of Sixteen Candles, before running to the counter to get them checked out.

“I think you should go for it, Steve. I mean, what do you have to lose?”

A shush came from the boy, warning you to lower your voice so the customers wouldn’t catch on.

The minute they left, you turned back around to face Steve who had his head down. “You of all people know what I have to lose. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it, but c’mon. Let’s be real,” he explained while sorting stacks of movies.

Of course you knew what he meant. Hawkins wouldn’t be Hawkins without the homophobic people that resided in it. It was definitely unfortunate that people couldn’t see past their hatred, but you were used to it. You knew that sometimes it just wasn’t worth it to try and prove to other people who were ignorant that you deserved rights just like them.

You nodded slowly, sad for your friend. “I get it, Steve. It’s scary to put yourself out there, but believe me when I say this, it’s so worth it. But I’ll leave it alone if you really want me to.”

“It’s okay, I know you’re just looking out for me. I’ll figure it out some day, but for now, are you coming with us or not? You could bring someone if you want!”

A puzzling look appeared on your face. “And who exactly would I bring? I don’t really have a long list of girls throwing themselves at me”

Steve looked your way and flashed you a knowing smiled. “Bring Robin.”

You scrunched your face in confusion. “Why would I do that? She doesn’t even like me,” you said, questioning your friend’s idea.

Steve let out a laugh before crossing his arms across his chest. “She tell you that?”

“Not directly, but she never talks to me and when she does, it’s always the shortest responses. And she never wants to hang out with me. Believe me, she doesn’t like me. I just..don’t know what I did.”

An even louder laugh came from Steve as he walked over to the horror movie aisle to finish putting away scattered movies. “Okay, well not that you heard this from me, but she definitely doesn’t hate you. Like I told you, she gets nervous around pretty girls.”

Still confused, you rounded the counter and joined him, not to help with the movies, but to question him further. “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”

“Are you really that dense, Y/N? She likes you,” Steve said, clearly annoyed that you didn’t connect the dots.

You shook your head, still not believing it. “I - what? No, there’s no way, she doesn’t even speak to me.”

Without turning his head, Steve side-eyed you, looking at the confused expression that he caused. The crease on your forehead was giving him a good laugh, he really thought you knew.

“Well, she speaks of you, a lot. Like 80% of the time, you’re the topic of conversation, it’s getting kind of old honestly, so if you could do me a favor and just ask her out already, that would be great,” Steven finished the conversation before heading behind and through the door to the back room, leaving you standing there like an idiot.

It’s not like you haven’t thought about it before. I mean, Robin is super pretty and like the only out lesbian in your town that you knew of, so the thought has crossed your mind once or twice. But knowing now that she liked you opened up a whole new door of possibilities. Ones you didn’t even know could become a reality for you.

After work, Steve dropped you off at your house since you weren’t planning on needing the car you shared with your brother.

The car pulled up your driveway and came to a stop. “Thanks for the ride.”

Steve nodded a silent “you’re welcome” to you before you opened the door to get out. Once you were out of the car and shut the door, you heard the window roll down and Steve’s voice to get your attention.

“Hey, I was serious about asking Robin out. She really likes you, and I want you to be happy too. Listen to your own advice, what do you have to lose?” He was right, but before you could say anything, he rolled up his window. With that, he backed out of the driveway, but waited at the bottom until you got inside your house.

You replayed his words through your head as you made your way inside and to your room, stopping by the kitchen to say hello to your mom and dad, who were cleaning up from dinner. Your dad let you know there was a plate for you in the microwave, to which you thanked them and said you’d eat in a little bit.

As you entered your bedroom, you flipped the light switch on, illuminating your dark bedroom. Setting your things down on the floor, you sat down on your bed and reached for your landline phone that was on the nightstand.

The perks of having a job is that your parents let you have a landline in your bedroom, as they knew how much you worked and wanted to reward you.

Your shaking hands grabbed your notebook and flipped to the page filled with all of your friend’s phone numbers, your finger sliding down the page until you found Robin’s.

A deep sigh in and out came from you as you contemplated not giving the girl a call.

“She really likes you, and I want you to be happy too.”

Steve really was right, what did you have to lose?

You dialed her number and waited as the phone rang on the line. Every ring was agonizing, you getting more nervous the longer you had to wait.

Finally, the line clicked as someone picked up the phone. “Buckley household, what can I do for you?”

A smile came to your face as you heard the raspy voice of the girl you were trying to reach.

“Robin! Hi, it’s Y/N!”

“Y/N? Hey, what’s up? I mean, how are you?”

You chuckled, clutching the cord of the phone and sitting back against your pillows. “I’m good, I just wanted to ask you something, if that’s okay?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” Robin said, you could tell by her voice that she was nervous.

“So, Steve, Eddie, and I are going to the movies on Friday. Would you want to come with me so I don’t have to be their awkward third wheel?”

The silence on the other end of the line made you sweat, worrying that you said something wrong. “Robin, are you there?”

“Yes! Yes, sorry, I’m still here, I just had to make sure I heard you right.”

Nodding to yourself, you sat up and hugged your knees, resting your chin on top of them. Your thumb came to your mouth as you chewed on the finger nail nervously.

“So, what do you say?”

“Absolutely, I - I’d love to! But, is this like a date?”

“I’d like it to be, yeah.” You could hear her smiling on the other end, if that is even possible. You yourself were cautiously grinning, hoping she’d want it to be a date too.

“Really? I mean, yes, I’d love to go with you!” Your cheeks rose as your smile got wider, amused by her enthusiasm.

“Cool, then it’s a date. I’ll pick you up at 6,” you said��confidently, standing up from your bed.

“Rad,” was all she said before hanging up. You smiled to yourself as you put the phone back on the nightstand.

Hearing how cute she sounded on the phone and how excited she seemed made you feel giddy, like a little kid who just asked their crush out for the first time.

An excited feeling bubbled in your stomach as you looked at yourself in your mirror, surprised at the deep blush that had crept up on your cheeks. I made you feel silly, but also really happy.

God, wait until Steve hears about this.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fanfics #robin buckley x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington fanfics #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #stranger things volume 2

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quibbs126 · 6 months

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All right, so as said last post, this was a request from @a-weird-bean-bag, and this is Chowder Cookie

For those who don’t recognize the bottom character, this is @a-weird-bean-bag’s character Goat Milk Cookie

You know fun fact, this is the 2nd OC x Canon I got, and the first was I think either the day before or earlier the same day. Haven’t finished that one though

So I think the process for this name was that I saw the two of these characters and was like “oh hey isn’t there some recipe in Breath of the Wild that uses seafood and milk?” and so I went looking on a website I knew for the name of it. Note that I know nothing about seafood, my family doesn’t eat it and we just generally stay away from it. Anyways, so the thing I was thinking of was trout soup, which I’m now realizing is from Stardew, not Breath of the Wild. Okay so it went Trout Soup from Stardew, which didn’t really work, so I went looking for anything that mixed seafood and milk, but couldn’t find anything. Then I thought about that BOTW recipe and looked it up and it was Clam Chowder. So I looked up chowder and it turns out it doesn’t necessarily have to clams, so I just went with Chowder Cookie

As stated above, it’s because it mixes seafood and milk. So, simple enough

Chowder:

Okay, looking at it now, maybe I made her skin too dark, but ah well, it’s probably fine. Anyways moving on to her hair

So I know Caviar and Goat Milk only have partially curly hair instead of Chowder’s entirely curly, and she probably looks closer to Cauliflower, but that’s just what I went with, and I liked it. I made her hair lighter than either of the two since it was supposed to be the soup, and I didn’t think Goat Milk’s hair color necessarily cut it as light enough

Also the pink and green bits are supposed to be like, things in the soup, since chowder doesn’t just seem to be a base soup, it has other ingredients in it. My idea is that she had more in her hair when she was younger, but maybe she picked them out to seem more professional or something. I also tried to make it seem somewhat liquid-y, but I don’t know how successful that was

I had a lot to say about her hair, but not much on the outfit front. I kind of just tried to come up with something based on Creme Republic characters, specifically the Lower City designs. She’s supposed to be a trader, so I wanted to make her look somewhat professional, but also she’s not into wearing particularly fancy clothes, so I just kind of went with this (though she probably also has more formal clothes, this is just day to day). I suppose it’s fine

Also you may notice the tiny horns. They were honestly a pretty last minute inclusion, hence why they look like they were kind of tacked on. But also I’m kind of fine with them the way they are

I was also thinking of giving her freckles like Goat Milk’s old design, but they didn’t pan out

But yeah, overall I like the design well enough. Maybe not one of my best but still good. Maybe doesn’t look enough like Caviar though

Anyways, so let’s move on to her character

So as I’ve stated before, she’s in the maritime trading business. I think I got this idea because Caviar’s captain of a ship (and I think their navy), and my brain was like “boats also = trading”, which may have been spurred by my recent history lectures which have been discussing the road to the American Revolution, and we got to the shutdown of Boston Harbor which affected merchants. But also I looked back at Goat Milk’s info and saw he’s a trader too, so it all works out

Generally she’s a very business oriented person, with a drive to get things done as quickly and effectively as possible. As such she can be a bit stern and not the most pleasant to be around if you work with her. She’s nicer if you meet her outside of work, she’s just trying to get things done

She also can have a bit of a short temper and doesn’t really take setbacks or mishaps well. I mean, she’ll find ways to work around them, but when she gets bad news she doesn’t react the best in the moment. Likely it will involve her swearing. Sometimes excessively

Also she likes chowder, as shown in the left sketch. I had something else there, but I thought I should show her being chill so she doesn’t seem like a completely angry person. She isn’t, it’s just that she gets pissed off a bit easily

Anyways I think that’s about it. I feel like I’m forgetting something but I don’t know what. Ah well, I can edit it in later if I remember. But yeah, I hope you enjoy her!

Oh and also, I didn’t know where to put this, but what actually got me to get around to drawing her was making this rough sketch. I actually did a few of these, and maybe it’ll help me actually get around to drawing them more, since it was pretty fun and I feel like drawing the other two I did sometime

Here was the initial sketch. It’s small so I just put it with the rest of the drawing so you’re not looking at a largely blank canvas

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theladycarpathia · 1 year

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This time we're gonna see this through

Prompt: Steve Harrington’s closet during a spring break party

“I feel like this is a conspiracy,” Steve says. Billy slides down the length of the door and rolls his eyes.

“You think?” he says flatly. Steve tries the handle anyway, just to be sure. It just rattles, a sound that no one will hear over the thumping music.

“It’s locked, genius,” Billy says, with his eyes closed. Like it hurts to look at Steve. Maybe it does.

Which is fucked up, because Steve’s not the one who left.

“Those assholes,” Steve hisses, yanking at the handle. It’s his fucking party, and he’s been locked in here like a child with the one person he’d hoped not to see ever again.

“Those assholes are our friends,” Billy points out, and Steve snorts. Robin is going to pay for this. She owes him big time. And yeah, maybe she had good intentions. It’s been nearly a year and Steve has been less than himself for most of it. It’s been fine. It was a break up. He needed time to get over it and he’d thrown a huge spring break party to prove that he was not still fucking moping.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Steve says, slapping his palm against the door. If he was a betting man, he’d probably guess that someone has also wedged a chair under the handle. They’re going nowhere.

So he chooses to stalk to the opposite wall and sit down. It means he has to look at Billy but anything is going to be better than feeling the heat of Billy’s skin and remembering when they used to lie together in Steve’s bed.

“How did you even end up here anyway?” Steve asks, because he thinks he’d remember asking Billy along to the party. Billy shrugs and tips his head back against the door.

“Heather,” he says briefly. Steve sighs. Right. He should have known that his best friend and Billy’s best friend probably kept in touch after. At least that was one relationship that hadn’t shattered.

“You knew it was my house,” Steve says, because this is the thought that has bothered him since he spotted Billy’s Camaro. He and Billy have very carefully kept to their own circles since that day in July. “Why did you even agree to come?”

“Heather wanted to,” Billy mumbles and he won’t meet Steve’s eyes. He’s fiddling with that scrap of leather around his wrist. It hadn’t looked so pathetic when he and Steve had been dating and the sad realization of how much time has passed hits Steve like a punch to the chest.

Steve wraps his arms around himself. He wishes he could hate Billy, after everything.

“Plus you did always throw good parties,” Billy says, with a flicker of something that looks like the old Billy. The one who arrived midway Junior year and immediately got into Steve’s face. Who wanted to be seen and wanted and…

Steve isn’t even sure who Billy is anymore.

“Damn straight,” Steve retorts. He just has to deal until Robin or someone comes to let them out. If Nancy finds out, she might take pity on Steve. And she only knows the bare bones of it: the break up, what happened after, and the horrible, awful truth of it.

“Heard from Hagan that you kind of fell out of the party scene,” Billy says carefully and Steve recognizes it for what it is. It’s the same kind of tone that Steve uses when he wants information out of Max. At least, back when he used to ask.

“Yeah, well…” Steve says vaguely, because what is he meant to say?

“Just lost interest in it,” he says finally, after the silence hangs around like the dust motes in the air. “Do you still work at Benny’s?” He knows full well that Billy does, and that chafes because Benny’s burgers are still the best food in town. He hasn’t dared set foot there, now that he no longer knows Billy’s schedule.

“Yeah,” Billy says, and stretches out his long legs across the floor. Steve discreetly shifts his left leg, trying to avoid Billy’s knee pressing into his own. “He offered to keep me on full time but I’m not here for long when I get that diploma.”

Steve’s heart sinks. Of course not. He never really expected Billy to stay in Hawkins but hearing it for certain is like a knife. What is it now? March, so there’s barely any time at all before Billy’s gone for good.

“Will you go back to California?” Steve asks, because he has to keep talking. He feels like he’s going to be sick, that this cupboard and the boy in it is smothering him. No amount of convincing himself that it’s a good thing will do. Because yes, it will be easier to breathe once Billy has gone, when he no longer has to keep checking over his shoulder.

But it means that they’re done and the small hope Steve has kept alive for the last year - that maybe, maybe they’ll get back together - has finally been snuffed out.

“Yeah,” Billy says quietly. He still won’t look at Steve, hands folded in his lap. It’s fine. Steve got pretty used to the idea that he was someone to be ashamed of, when Billy told him to his face last year.

“Good,” Steve says, and everything tastes bitter as he says it. “Good. I know you missed it.”

“You always knew I’d be leaving,” Billy says, and there’s a faint razor line in his voice. And oh, fuck him for getting angry. He has no fucking right to be angry about this. He dumped Steve and now he’s leaving.

“Yes, I did,” Steve spits. “It’s fine. Glad I’m not getting in your way. Jesus Christ, when are they going to let us out of here?” Because the music is still pounding and it feels very much like they’ve been forgotten. And he can’t even leave when they get out of here because it’s his fucking house.

“You weren’t in my way!” Billy retorts, voice rising and Steve finally snaps his head back to stare Billy right in the eyes for the first time since the door locked behind them. And he must be pretty fucking screwed up to miss this: the flush in Billy’s face as they fight, how gorgeous Billy looks with that wild look in his eyes. But back then their fights were always made up. Not this time. “You were never in my way! Jesus, Steve, I loved you. Okay? I fucking loved you and I always wanted to take you with me.”

Steve stares at him wordlessly, feeling as though all his strings had been cut. He’s not sure what’s worse - that Billy apparently changed his mind or that Billy used the past tense.

“Okay,” he says slowly. “Great. Good for you. Thanks for telling me.” Billy’s lip curls in a sneer.

“Is that it?” he hisses. There’s a faint glimmer of hurt on his face that Steve doesn’t quite understand. “Jesus fucking…Fuck you, Steve Harrington!”

“You wish,” Steve bites out. Billy’s mouth twists and he slams at the door with a fist. Steve winces at the rattle. He wants out but not badly enough to explain to his parents why the door is broken.

“Guess I won’t ever see you again when we get out of here,” Billy mutters to his shoes. Steve feels bile crawl up his throat. So. That’s it then.

“No,” Steve says, trying to make it sound like he doesn’t give a shit. “No, I guess not.”

The door suddenly clicks and is yanked open, throwing Billy and Steve into sudden bright light. Steve blinks before he sees Robin and Heather’s curious faces in the doorway.

“So?” Robin asks expectantly, and Steve only feels crushing disappointment at the excitement on her face. Billy just stands up and pushes past them, without looking back once at Steve. Robin twists her head between Steve, still on the cupboard floor, and the rapidly vanishing Billy into the crowd.

“Billy!” Heather calls after him, her voice lost to the pounding music. “Wait! What happened?” She turns back to Steve, her and Robin wearing matching faces of confusion. “Didn’t he ask you?”

“Ask me what?” Steve asks, pulling himself up. His legs feel as though they’ve gone to sleep and he wonders how long they’ve been sitting in here.

“He didn’t ask you?” Robin demands furiously. “He was supposed to ask you!”

“Ask me what?!” Steve repeats, feeling a little like when he was in a ball pit as a kid. No matter how hard he tried, he always felt like the edge of the pit was too far away. It feels like that now, fighting constantly against a swirling mass, what he wants just a little bit out of his grasp.

Heather exhales, her face quietly disappointed. “Steve, what did you do?” she asks, quietly.

“Nothing!” Steve says defensively, instinctively. He used to fight with Billy a lot, about nothing, about stupid shit. Because it was part of who they were, because they enjoyed it. Because it ended in great sex. This was different. This is a fight where if Billy leaves now, he’s never coming back.

Steve looks up at two grave faces and feels like everyone else knows something he doesn’t.

“What was he supposed to ask me?” he says and Robin just shakes her head.

“Go ask him yourself,” she says shortly and disappears into the churning crowd. Steve watches her go, feeling frustrated.

“I don’t understand,” he says to Heather. He lost her too, when he and Billy broke up. People shouldn’t have to choose sides but somehow they always do.

“What’s new?” she mutters, dragging her fingers through her tousled dark hair. There’s glitter smeared across her collarbones, sparkling in the flashing lights above the lace edge of her corset.

“Heather!” Steve demands. He’s fucked up and he doesn’t even know how. “I don’t know what I did wrong! We were talking and then he said he was going to ask me to go with him…” Heather’s jaw drops.

“So he did ask?” she says, before her eyes turn cold and hard. “Fucking hell, Steve! Do you know how hard it was for me to get him to come here? He was sure that you hated him!”

But Steve doesn’t hear her.

Billy was supposed to ask Steve to go with him when he left for California? But he’d said it in the past tense…and so Steve had thought that Billy no longer wanted him to go. No longer wanted him. But that hadn’t been the case at all. Billy had come here and Robin had perhaps known that there was no way Steve would stop and listen unless he had to.

And it hadn’t worked anyway. Steve had heard Billy but he hadn’t listened. And now Billy was leaving, entirely certain that Steve didn’t love him.

Steve takes off at a run, pushing past the startled Heather. Billy’s had a good few minutes head start and he has to hope that the Camaro is blocked in. He skids down the corridor, shoves a few people on the stairs as he passes and accidentally treads on Patrick’s foot on his way out of the front door.

The front of the house is mainly empty, a few people hanging out on the porch under the twinkling lights. The driveway is packed, cars crammed in as close as they can get. The people who arrived first have no chance of leaving until the dozens of cars behind them have moved.

Steve leaps off the porch steps and weaves through the cars, looking for that familiar blue. He’s always loved that car. They’d had sex in that car. Kissed for the first time in that car. Lay out on the hood and watched the stars.

The Camaro is blocked in, by some piece of junk and a Toyota. Billy stands by the driver door, fiddling with a cigarette. Steve shouts his name and watches the shock on Billy’s face as he turns around.

“So you are stuck in,” Steve pants, because Family Video isn’t a hugely physical job. Jesus, maybe he should take up basketball again.

“Yeah,” Billy says shortly. He’s still twirling the cigarette between his fingers, like he can’t decide whether or not to light it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gone soon. Hell, I can walk if needed.”

“Don’t,” Steve begs and takes a hesitant step forward. Christ, only he would have the man he loves come back to him and supremely fuck it up. “Please. Heather and Robin made me think that maybe I misunderstood you.” Billy’s jaw tightens.

“Maybe you did,” he says, leaning against the car. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what’s been misunderstood here?”

Steve licks his lips, looking for saliva and courage “I thought you were telling me you changed your mind. About me going with you.”

“Maybe I have,” Billy mutters churlishly, but there’s a delicate flush climbing his neck. Steve shakes his head. He’s pretty certain that’s untrue. It means that, despite Billy’s cold dismissal of him last year, Billy has always loved him.

“No, you haven’t,” Steve counters. “Do you? Want me to go with you?” Billy exhales slowly, and when he looks up, he’s the boy that Steve knew. Not the cruel one from last year, nor the one from the cupboard.

“Yes,” he admits. “Steve, I always wanted you to go with me. Robin wants to come too, but they knew that you probably wouldn’t if it was with me. I thought for sure after last year you hated me…”

“No,” Steve bursts out. “No. I didn’t. I didn’t understand why, but I didn’t.” Billy gives a sharp bark of laughter.

“You should have,” he says bitterly. “I deserved it. That was the worst way I could have…”

“Why did you?” Steve asks, edging closer. He resists the urge to shove his hands in his pockets, because there’s a bite to the air that he hadn’t noticed before. He wonders how Billy is standing there without shivering, before he remembers the constant warmth of Billy’s skin.

“Had to,” Billy says distantly. “I still had a full year of school left, even though you were about to graduate. Another year to live at home…” he cuts himself off but not before Steve catches his meaning.

“Neil knew?” he breathes, because Neil wasn’t supposed to know. They probably hadn’t been careful enough, given that most of Billy’s class, and a lot of Steve’s knew that they were together. All it would have taken was for someone to mention it to a parent and then for that person to mention it to Neil.

Neil didn’t care to have a gay son under his roof.

“So it had to be public and I couldn’t tell you,” Billy says, and the regret on his face is heart wrenching. “I wanted to but…” Steve nods. Billy’s life was already hell. If Neil had ever found out that he was still talking to Steve, life wouldn’t have been worth it.

“But you’re getting out?” Steve asks, because that’s clearly the plan. Billy’s going to turn eighteen soon, mere weeks away from graduating and being free of Neil. Billy nods, but he makes no mention of his former offer.

“He was going to hurt you,” Billy says, turning his face up to Steve’s. His blue eyes are huge in the moonlight, surrounded by full, pale lashes. Steve always thought that Billy’s distance this past year was down to indifference, rather than what it was. Guilt, regret, an act of protection. “I’m sorry. I just had to be sure it was public and he’d hear about it.”

Steve should hate him. The humiliation had been bad enough, being pushed away like he was something underfoot but the devastation had been even worse. The person he’d adored had just…stopped loving him.

“You still love me,” Steve says, unable to stop the dopey grin spreading across his face. Billy’s flush deepens.

“Yeah, well, you still love me,” he retorts. He stashes the cigarette away in a pocket, like it was a safety net that he no longer needs. He offers a hand and Steve doesn’t hesitate to take it.

It’s like they haven’t spent a year apart with the way that they fit together. Billy feels the same, from the soft spot under his ear, to the curls under Steve’s fingers, to the hips that slot into his. It’s fucking freezing but they kiss and kiss, under Steve can no longer feel his fingers and his mouth is a raw red.

“Come with me,” Billy breathes hopefully, struggling for the keys to open the Camaro. They can’t drive anywhere just yet, but they can make use of the backseat. The good kind of fights are made up with orgasms. Steve can pull Billy into his lap, like they used to, curled around each other to fit. Back then it used to feel like they were one person, connected all the way from head to heels to heart. No one will notice them while they take the time to relearn how to be together.

“Always,” Steve promises and shuts the door behind them.

#harringrove #harringroveweek #steve harrington #billy hargrove #spring break #billy's birthday bonanza #idiots in love #mutual pining #angst with a happy ending #miscommunication #neil hargrove is an ass #but billy's going to be free with his boyfriend and their friends #ngl this might be my favourite prompt for this week #robin buckley #heather holloway #steve will absolutely forgive them

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the darkness that soothes

5x17 coda // buck x eddie spoilers ahead, matey! haha. i’m sorry

There aren’t as many stars in Los Angeles as there are in El Paso.

Eddie’s always liked stars. Christopher’s love of space, Eddie likes to think, was born out of Eddie’s own fascination with it. Nighttime was Eddie’s favorite time of day – nighttime was when all the weight of responsibility left him, when he had no one to look after but himself, and only the stars to keep him company.

He misses the stargazing, he thinks. More than anything else in El Paso – alright, less than Abuela, sure, and he only says this because he’s still not entirely sure Abuela can’t read minds – he misses the stars, and he misses the company they kept him during the night.

It’s in the middle of stargazing that he gets a call from Buck, sometime around what should be eight his time. Eddie takes the call, because he never doesn’t.

“It’s ten o’clock here, Buckley,” he jokes immediately. “You know it’s past my bedtime.”

“Alright, old man,” Buck is quick to respond. “I don’t have time for your back-hurting jokes.”

Eddie frowns. “How did you know my back hurts right now?”

“I – did you lift something without bending your knees again?” Buck asks. “What am I saying, of course you did. You never lift with your knees, you’re like an emu.”

Eddie snorts. “What?”

“They don’t have kneecaps,” Buck replies off-handedly. “Eddie, I – something happened here, and I’m – I have no idea what to do, man.”

Eddie’s sitting up the second he hears the slight shift in Buck’s tone. It’s gone from unendingly fond to terrified, but it wouldn’t appear that way to anyone else but to Eddie, he doesn’t think. It’s a slight octave change, almost imperceptible, and yet Eddie’s heard it a thousand times over, enough so that he recognizes it instantly. “Okay,” he replies. “Go on.”

Buck launches into the story of Jonah Greenway and his serial killer tendencies, how he somehow kidnapped Hen and Chim, the perilous journey the two had gone through to take him down, and lastly, how he felt he may have had a hand in it all.

Eddie’s already back inside the house and looking for his suitcase when Buck brings this up. “What?”

“I—” Buck huffs. “I convinced Hen and Chim to tell me with Taylor there, because I thought – I told them she wouldn’t tell, and now I think – Eddie, I think she might have said something,” he insists. “I think she might have tipped him off.”

Eddie is quiet for a second. Logically, he knows that’s probably not the case. Bobby probably reported Jonah as soon as Hen and Chim came to him with their suspicions – even if Bobby weren’t a worried paternal figure to everyone at the firehouse, his wife is a cop, who’d immediately suggest they report the asshole. Logically, he’s sure Taylor had little else to do with the whole thing other than having an immediate in when it all went down – having information no other reporter was going to have because of her relationship with Buck and his friends, and using it to her advantage. Not that it doesn’t feel – apathetic, of her, unethical, especially, but it probably wasn’t her who tipped Jonah off.

And yet—

A part of Eddie wants to be petty and add fuel to this fire.

He’s not going to. That’d be crazy, and he thinks Buck’s had enough crazy for the night. And it’s not even something he can justify to himself. It’s a fleeting desire, one that has no rhyme or reason, so all he can do is chalk it up to spending too much time around his extended family and lock it inward.

(He’ll get to it later. Shut up.)

“This isn’t in any way your fault, Buck,” he promises, shoving clothes into his suitcase. They probably won’t be able to leave until the morning, since he doesn’t want to wake Christopher up, but it’ll still be a couple of days earlier than planned. He explains to Buck his logic behind this sentiment, then adds, “Taylor’s her own person. She makes her own decisions. Either way, whatever the truth is, whatever happened, it’ll be on her. Not you.”

There’s a silence at the other end of the line that Eddie allows to happen. Mostly because if he fills it with something, it’ll probably be something stupid and sentimental, something like—

“I miss you.”

Eddie has to make sure he didn’t accidentally say the words out loud, after all, and it’s only after a couple of seconds of this confusion that he realizes it wasn’t him. It was Buck.

He can’t help but smile. Just a little. “It’s been two days, Buck.”

“Yeah, and look what happened,” Buck insists. “I’m losing it, Eddie. I’m starting to think you and Christopher are the only reason I’m a whole person half the time.”

He says this so casually, like they’re not words that inject themselves into Eddie’s veins and feel like an adrenaline rush, but he can’t – he can’t allow himself to sit in the feeling. Less so in his parents’ house. That’s a whole other can of worms he will be touching at a later date.

“Well, then you’ll have to pick us up at the airport tomorrow,” Eddie decides to say. “I’m not sure about the time, but I’ll look at tickets in a few—”

“I thought—” Buck pauses, right after interrupting. “I thought you weren’t coming home until Sunday?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow, hoping Buck feels the energy of his expression, at the very least. “You think I’m just gonna stay here after all of that? No way,” he snorts. “We’re coming home.”

Another stretch of silence as Eddie continues to pack clothes messily into his suitcase. He may have to leave some things behind, considering there’s no way he’s going back and folding this. Sounds exhausting. Sounds like more time wasted.

“I’ll be there,” Buck finally says. “At the airport, I mean. Whenever. Doesn’t matter. Give me a time, I’ll be there for you two.”

Eddie’s smile turns crooked. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d leave us stranded.”

“Never,” Buck replies, so earnestly Eddie almost bursts with it. “Is – did everything – your family?”

Eddie reads the question between the lines. He pauses. “Fine,” he replies, and it’s half-true. “I’ll tell you all about it later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Buck replies, and his voice is quieter, softer. Eddie hears a small cry on the other end of the line, and he huffs a small laugh.

“Sounds like you’re being summoned,” he says, and Buck hums.

“Princess Jee awaits,” he admits. “I’ll – tomorrow, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, and he feels his heart settle into a rhythm not unlike a hummingbird’s. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Keep me updated, if anything – you know.”

“I know.”

“Give everyone my love.”

“Give it to them yourself,” Buck quips, and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Bye, Buck.”

“Bye, Eddie.”

They hang up, and Eddie looks around his childhood bedroom, high school trophies lined up in every surface possible like prized possessions.

Tomorrow, he’ll leave here again. Half-filled with pride, half-filled with peace. He’s got a longer road ahead of him, he knows, but the talk with his dad – it was a start. Tomorrow, he’ll leave the place he grew up in for a sunnier, drier heat, for people who run around with lettuces in cups and for a sky filled with a haze of light pollution that make stars at night a rare sight.

So. Yeah.

There aren’t as many stars in Los Angeles as there are in El Paso.

But there’s no Evan Buckley in El Paso.

And that’s just something his hometown can’t compete with.

#911fic #911 spoilers #idk what this is it's not even good #but it's the first thing i've written in a minute so fajskldf #*

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din x reader; a late night comm call

word count: 1.6k

warnings: this is just pure filth so as always, minors DNI; smut, dirty talk galore

a/n: based off this thot i had months ago and needed to get out of my head. comments and reblogs are much appreciated!!

Three days. Din had only been gone for three days, but you were a little embarrassed at how much you missed him already. He’d been absent for a lot longer before and you’d been just fine. Things were different now. There was something between the two of you, new and fragile. You hadn’t talked about it yet, both too scared to put any pressure on this recent happiness in case it showed cracks. You were still discovering each other, relearning how to move in this new space where you were allowed to touch each other, to fall asleep with his solid warmth covering your back. It had been a week of perfection–of Din’s laugh ringing through the Razor Crest like you’d never heard it before, of soft kisses and urgent hands.

He was hunting again and everything felt much colder and emptier without his presence in the ship. For how quiet he was, Din still managed to take up space like no one you’d ever met before. That was something you had noticed very early in your partnership. Back then you’d thought it was just the shining beskar and the many weapons he kept attached to his person, or even the way he stood–hands on his belt like he was daring someone to make the first move. Now you knew better. It was all of those things. But more than that, it was the energy that surrounded him. To those that didn’t know him, it was the intimidation written in the line of his broad shoulders that made them take a step back. You didn’t feel that intimidation anymore. You knew how his hands felt rubbing comfortingly across your skin, how his voice dipped in concern for those he cared about, the gruff sound of his laugh in your ear. His presence hadn’t gotten any smaller as you’d gotten to know him, but now it only made you want to be closer; to bask in the intensity and unshakable strength that defined the man under the armor.

You wished, not for the first time, that he hadn’t gone on this hunt and left you alone with your thoughts. Sure, it had only been a few days, but you needed less time than that for the doubts to come creeping in. Alone, puttering around in an empty ship, you wondered if the Mandalorian that returned would be the same one that left you with a sweet kiss in the dark of early morning. Three days was plenty of time for him to reconsider the line that had been crossed.

Incessant beeping woke you up from a fitful sleep. It took a few moments before you could recognize the noise as coming from the communicator Din had given you and scramble to answer. Your groggy mind was already running through disaster scenarios. He could be hurt or in trouble, you might have to remember how to get the old ship moving and headed to his location. The sound of Din’s voice saying your name makes you halt. He sounds a little off in a way you can’t quite pinpoint, but at least he’s ok. You let him know you’re there and ask if he’s alright, trying to calm the initial frantic pounding of your heart.

“I miss you.”

The words make you freeze. His voice is deep, gravely in that way it gets when he goes days without speaking to anyone. But there’s more. You can pick up on it now: the heavy breathing, the pitch of his voice. He says your name again, breathy and needy and you know he’s touching himself. All of your previous insecurity is pushed away by the heat now rushing through your body as you lay back on the cot.

“I miss you too.”

“How much?”

“Fuck.” You let your head drop back, eyes closing as you try to picture what he looks like on the other end of the comm. He’s probably in the middle of nowhere, maybe on the outskirts of some forgotten village. You wonder if he’s taken off the armor, hidden away in his little tent with his large hands roaming over his own skin. Or maybe he’s outside leaning against a tree, still in full armor that’s pushed aside just enough to get a hand around himself. Your own hand starts to wander as you imagine it. A little gasp escapes as your fingers brush over your nipples and tease them into firm buds. Din doesn’t miss the noise.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice is already shaky. How long had he been doing this before he called you? “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

You shudder and one hand moves lower to tease at the seam of your underwear. “I’m thinking about you.” The hitch you hear in his breath gives you enough courage to keep going. “Thinking about how it feels when you touch me, when you kiss my neck…” Your hand slid low enough to put light pressure on your clit and you sighed at the zing of pleasure it brought.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Almost came back just to hear those little noises you make when I stretch you open.”

It already felt like you were on fire. His words were pushing you closer at an impossible speed. Din had not been this vocal with you before and you wondered if this sudden switch was due to your distance or to his own desperation. Whatever it was, you needed more.

“Fuck, Din.” Your other hand left your breasts to run a finger over your already soaked folds. “I’m so wet…” The finger dipped inside, automatically crooking to hit that perfect spot as you whined desperately.

You could hear his groan crackling over the comm where it was laying next to your ear, tossed there so both of your hands were free.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on your fingers for me.”

You added another finger that slipped easily into the warm wetness of your aching cunt, a moan escaping your lips. It wasn’t the stretch you wanted, but you knew your body well. With Din’s voice in your ear, wrecked and urging you on, it almost felt like he was there with you. The perfect stretch and slide of his cock was all you could think about as you worked yourself closer.

“I want to hear it. Want to hear how wet you are.” He was close, that much was evident in the shake of his voice. All shyness was erased from your mind by the building pleasure. This was something you wanted to give him. You needed to hear him come undone, miles away, and know that it was because of you. The pressure on your clit vanished as you reached up and grabbed the comm with slick fingers and turned the volume all the way up, dropping it between your legs.

Your fingers moved with new urgency now, setting a relentless pace that you knew Din would approve of. The wet sound of your fingers pumping into your soaked pussy filled the air around you and you could tell the moment when Din heard it too.

“Just like that, mesh’la. Fuck, you’re doing so good for me.”

You thrilled at the praise that was now loudly filtering up from between your thighs. With the volume up this high, you could hear every grunt, every heavy breath. You could probably even hear the sound of skin against skin as he fisted himself if it wasn’t for the constant string Mando’a leaving his lips. You were near the edge, cresting higher and higher as your fingers worked in a familiar rhythm. Hearing his voice, deep and broken as you pictured him over you–driving into you and filling you so completely. It was all you could do to hold on, to draw out the pleasure to another level. You could hear your own voice joining Din’s, barely aware of what you were saying. Curses and praises were tumbling from your mouth as you told him how good it felt, how much you wanted him with you–in you.

Din sounded shattered through the comm. “I’m almost there. Come with me, baby…picture me filling you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”

That sent you flying over the edge with a groan that was nearing a scream. You barely registered Din following with a moan of your name, lost to the waves of bliss just kept coming, even as your fingers slowed. Din’s voice was what finally brought you down. He was saying your name softly as you relaxed back onto the cot. Your body felt boneless and sated. It took effort to reach back down and grab the comm to answer him.

“Din?”

“Mesh’la,” You felt warm all over again for a different reason. It was gentleness you could pick out in his tone, the care, “Was that okay?”

You laughed, breathless and happy and a little bit in love. “That was perfect, Din. Unexpected, but perfect.”

He answered with a sigh of relief. It was incredible that he could feel bashful or uncertain at all after the way he’d just wrecked you. But a moment later, the confidence was back. “Maybe you should keep the comm on you. I have a feeling I’ll miss you again tomorrow.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #my fics

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