Ilya retiring first and becoming a stay at home dad to their kids. This means the kids spend a bit more time with him since Shane has to travel for games. Naturally, they start picking up a slight Russian accent as they learn to speak since they’re always listening to Ilya. It’s obviously the cutest thing ever.
One day, Shane is home and having a conversation with their four year old when she stops and looks at Shane with an amused look and says “daddy you talk funny” because Shane doesn’t have the same accent.
For the next week the kids and Ilya tease Shane for not sounding like them. He pretends to be upset by it but he’s actually obsessed with it. He loves having mini Ilya’s running around making fun of him.
She's following you everywhere you go. Where you're at she's right behind you. It's to the point that friends and family just assume she'll be joining you on excursions even if you didn't mention her tagging along.
If you ask to shower by yourself for once she looks like a puppy that's just been scolded. Her eyes gaze up at you through lashes and her bottom lip juts out the slightest bit and you swear you can hear a small whine escape her throat.
She dies seeing you wearing any of her clothes even if you're just borrowing a pair of her socks. She swoons at the smallest sign of you being hers in a public way. The glimpse of a hickey she had given you peaking out from the collar of your shirt sends her over the edge. Her hands on you for the rest of the time you're out.
For your birthday she's gifting you a shirt that just says "Ellie's Only." She almost cried the first time she saw you wearing it.
Big believer in the Ellie puppy propaganda over here. She doesn't even realize that she's slipped into that pup space it happens so naturally for her with you. Whining and curling up into your lap when she feels it's been too long since she's had attention from you (it had been 10 minutes). Practically drools all over herself when she sees you changing your clothes.
Ellie in a collar…..
yo…. who said that…..
Ellie in a collar with fur lining the inside so it sits nicely and comfy on her…
Ellie refusing to move when you put the leash on… just sitting staring up at you with a mischievous look twinkling in her eyes, pupils fully blown out.
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Fifteen words, strung together to form one sentence. Thrown together in some particular order, said without any real thought or care. Fifteen words Zoey will come to regret. Or will she? When she looks back on this moment later—much later, she's still trying to reconcile it all—she'll pinpoint those words as the moment everything fell apart.
Zoey accidentally makes a promise to Derpy, a spiritual entity, and finds herself stuck in a time-loop until she gets Rumi and Mira under the mistletoe and gets it right.
I still have time! It's still Christmas Eve in good ol' Wyoming town!
Posting on Christmas Eve exclusively for the bit.
Huge, huge thanks to my wife @accidentallyonpurposehere who sat on the couch with me for literal HOURS while I bitched and moaned and struggled. The fic probably would not have gotten finished otherwise, so if you enjoy it, you should absolutely thank her. She is the (un)official co-author of this fic (let me make it official, dammit!)
Next, massive thanks to @princington for the gorgeous art for this fic and for being an amazing person in general. Bouncing random bits and thoughts to them and @hotsaucevitamins helped bring this fic to life. It was a massive labor of love and I gift it to you both.
Merry Christmas, I hope you enjoy this fic, and stay tuned for more Polytrix in the future!
Teacher!Steve isn't big on music himself, but he has a Spotify for his students so they can listen to the songs/artists they like when they're doing independent work/quizzes/etc. He makes them submit songs periodically throughout the year so it stays updated and all their music preferences are heard.
Naturally, all his students are excited to see what a mess his Spotify Wrapped is and Steve makes sure to schedule in time for each class period so they can go through it together when its released.
Of course, it's a hot mess but they all love it, especially the videos their top artists send in.
Steve generally has no idea who sings any of the songs on the various playlists and has a lot of fun putting a face to a voice as they scroll through each video. It's pretty standard selfie shots of the artists talking until they get to one where a man with curly hair and big brown eyes is hopping around like an excitable child, practically shouting his name into the camera and rambling about how much he "appreciates each and every one of the heathens who listens to Corroded Coffin."
Steve has to do a double take because, "wait what?! this is the guy that's always shouting and singing about demons?! but he's so cute!"
His first-period class bursts into laughter at his outburst and of course someone is videoing his reaction. It gets posted to TikTok before the dismissal bell rings and by the time lunch gets there, the video of Steve going heart eyes for Eddie Munson goes viral.
Steve's embarassed but he doesn't ask his student to take it down because he knows how much they've been hoping to go viral this year. Besides, its not like anyone important is every going to see it, right?
Wrong.
Of course, chronically online Eddie Munson stumbles upon the TikTok and promptly runs through the green room, declaring his love for the beautiful Mr. Harrington, who teaches history to high schoolers for a living. He forces their assistant to drop everything he's working on and track down this Mr. Harrington guy because Eddie will not rest until he can talk to him.
Fast forward two days and Steve is hiding in his classroom during lunch, avoiding his coworkers to shamelessly flirt with Eddie Munson via Zoom.
Summary: A retelling of Night of Secrecy from the POV of a paranoid and anxious Sylus, based on my previous post.
Word Count: 1.2k words
Notes: Sylus x gn reader, Sylus x MC, no smut but definitely intimate, angst with a happy ending, mentions of myth and Sylus lore
this is my first ever fanfic, i would love feedback!! also, I am incapable of naming things sorry about the title!
Thump, thump, thump.
Sylus wondered if you could hear his heart beating out of his chest as he carried you to his room. Did you feel it fluttering under his skin as you pushed him onto the couch? As you mounted his lap, did you get a peek behind the mask he donned just for you that night? Sylus, who was cocky and confident by nature, felt as if he was about to come undone. He couldn't bear to show you how nervous he was and he hoped that he was still coming across as his normal, laidback self.
He had been on his best behavior since you left the N109 Zone after the auction. He realized, almost too late, that he was pushing you too far and too fast. As he watched you leave for Linkon, he made a pact with himself to let you set the pace. Sylus refused to let his own greed and desire get in the way of finally being with you again. He made his intentions clear with you whenever he could, never shying away from admitting how much he cared for you. But at the same time, he did his best to not pressure you into reciprocating those feelings. He was simply happy that you allowed his unabashed flirting. Sylus wanted to make it clear to you that if you were ever ready, he would be waiting for your with open arms. Now, he could finally admit to himself that his restraint had paid off. Despite his actions during your first trip to the N109 Zone, you were finally starting to trust him. Maybe even more than trust him, as evidenced by the fact that he was currently underneath you.
Before he had enough time to process his thoughts on the matter, you were pressing your lips to his. With that simple action, the mask that Sylus had worked so hard to keep in place that night shattered. His first instinct was that he must be dreaming, he was only ever lucky enough to kiss you in dreams, both in this life and his last. His second instinct was to devour you. Before he could act on this impulse, he was proud that he remembered his decision to let you set the pace. He refused to scare you off by being overzealous. He could've spent hours on that couch, hands roaming each other's bodies, only pulling away from the other's lips when one of you needed to breathe. And that was exactly what he planned to do. That is until you asked him to move to the bed.
Sylus decided, as you wrapped your legs around him and he carried you across the room, that his plan needed to change. He could no longer afford to be patient, he already knew how this could end and he still awoke from nightmares with a phantom pain in his chest to remind him. If Sylus could finally have you, and not in some twisted, soul-bound dream, he would do everything in his power to make the most of this moment. But as he laid you down on the bed, he couldn't help but retreat into his own paranoia. In the haze of your touch, he had forgotten the implications of you being with him. Your career, your freedom, everything you had worked for could be gone just by being with him here tonight. He had hurt you, kidnapped you, forced you to resonate. He could almost laugh at how incredulous it sounded, one of the top hunters in bed with the Association's most wanted criminal. If he was finally coming to this realization, he worried that you would follow suit. Could he really be this selfish? His hands were moving before his brain could overwhelm him with the guilt.
He did the only thing he could think to do: cover your eyes and tell you not to look. It seemed almost juvenile, like playing peek-a-boo with a child. But what other option did he have? Lest you open your eyes and see not your kindred spirit, but the monster this incarnation of you has come to know. He wouldn't survive the pain of you regretting this, couldn't live with the thought that you might change your mind. Sylus hoped that if he could just keep you from looking at him, you might not see all of his faults. The desire to feel his love reciprocated by you was drowning him. He made a valiant effort to keep his hands over your eyes until he was so drunk on the feeling of your body under him that he lost sight of his goal to keep you in the dark. As his hands finally got another chance to explore you, he felt his mask slip back into place, his smug demeanor finally back. It certainly helped when you made your own greed known. Sylus allowed himself permission to be greedy back, and with your consent, he was ready to swallow you whole.
His joy lasted for what felt like a millisecond, before he felt your hand on his chest, pushing him away. A voice in the back of his mind reared its ugly head and sneered, of course she would come to her senses, why would she want a monster like you. Bile rose in the back of his throat, but he pushed through. With his last breath before his mask broke yet again, he asked if you truly wanted to stop. To his disbelief and delight, you answered him by pulling him into another kiss. He spent the rest of the night worshipping you, taking every crumb that you gave him and savoring it like it was his last meal. For all he knew, it could have been.
In the morning, he woke to you in his arms and he didn't bother to hide his happiness. You stayed and that was all that mattered. After a quick shower to wash the last few hours off of him, Sylus had fully expected to crawl back in bed with you until he had to leave. Instead, he was greeted by a cold bed and an empty room. You were gone. He didn't know if you had finally decided that being with him was a mistake, or maybe you had just used him to blow off some steam. Whatever the reason, at least you weren't there to see him fall to his knees. It was almost a relief, really, that you finally comprehended just how ill-fated a relationship between the two of you would be. Sylus surely wasn't strong enough or selfless enough to let you go, even if that would have been best for you. He made peace with the fact that he would just have to beg you for any scrap of yourself that you could give him, if only so he would have a reason to stay by your side.
His downward spiral was interrupted by a car horn blaring outside of his window. He couldn't help but smile as he peered through the glass and saw you waiting outside in the car. When he made his way outside, he certainly couldn't hide his surprise when you made your intentions to stand by his side clear. It was almost pathetic, how quickly you could change his mood. He was like a puppy, when you called he came running. Maybe he could've tried harder to stop himself from kissing you right then and there, but what would be the point? He was sure you could hear his heart confessing to you on his behalf anyway, with its incessant thump, thump, thump.
Chapters: 7/?
Fandom: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Milly Thompson, Meryl Stryfe, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, post trimax, Resurrection, Nicholas D. Wolfwood Lives, Amnesia, Amnesiac Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Post-Canon Fix-It, Slice of Life
Summary:
Haven isn’t a place where you’d expect miracles to happen, so when Vash arrives with Meryl and Milly, he’s expecting a quiet few days to relax while the girls research their next story. He’s not prepared to find Nicholas D. Wolfwood, the man he mourned and buried two years ago, moving and breathing and very much alive. And also missing all of his memories.
To Nico, Haven is home. He might not remember his past or the kind of person he was before he stumbled into Haven’s welcoming arms, but he’s happy. Sometimes, he’s not sure he wants to know any of that seeing as his first memory is digging himself out of the grave. But when Vash the Stampede comes to town, he raises all kinds of questions about who Nico really is and he’s determined to get answers. Even if the idiot keeps trying to dodge him.
A story about finding home, rediscovering love, and finally using your blank ticket to the future.
Surprise, I’m back! Have a new Ordinary Days chapter :)
ooOoOO you wanna read the Mira-centric oneshot I wrote featuring a deep dive into transfem!Mira via lots of Zoemira hurt/comfort and Zoey being a feral ride or die OoOoOoOo you wanna read all the introspection and character study and gay tension SssOOoOoO bbbAAaAdD
The first few lines to give you an idea OoOoOoOo
Bonus!!!! I made a bingo card of all my writing quirks so people can have a fun game to play while they read! Please send me the results if you do choose to play bingo <333
WIP Wednesday featuring a snippet from an upcoming JJK fanfic, titled Starlight (featuring Touch Starved Gojo, implied past Gojo x OC x Geto, and future Gojo x OC x Nanami, lots of angst, lots of comfort, lots of spice). TW: Grief
When I finally get a moment of solitude, my feet carry me to Suguru’s old bedroom. It is stuffy after years of abandonment, but clean. A single lamp illuminates the space. Memories are trapped in every surface, ghosts in every corner. His scent still lingers, a whisper in my nose that threatens to shatter what little composition I have left. My breath fills my chest, halting in my throat and my lungs grabbing hold of it. Choking back a sob, I let my body navigate me towards Suguru’s bed, where I fold into myself for an immeasurable amount of time.
Sometime in the night, when the moon is high, the door to Suguru's old room opens and shuts. I look up and meet Satoru's gaze. Gone is his carefree mask, and in its place is the deep well of sorrow Satoru sits huddled at the bottom of. His eyes are distant; his shoulders slumped under a weight I can hardly imagine. He is already a creature of solitude, and he has just lost the person most near to him.
"I can leave, if you need privacy," I murmur, my voice quavering, tears still rolling down my cheeks. He holds up his hand to stop me from getting up from Suguru's bed. I've been trapped in my own head this evening, lost in Suguru's scent. The mattress sinks beside me as Satoru joins me on it. There is a heavy pause, and suddenly I feel as if I'm drowning. Until Satoru crumples into my embrace, and we both let out shuddering, silent sobs.
