#(at no point am i grabbing him by the neck i just kinda flip him onto his back and go “RAAAH”)

[empressofthelibrary]

Sometimes you just gotta bother the shit outta your cat

[bandsofmarv]

Mine to keep

Bucky can no longer hold in his jealous and possessive side and finally claims you.

TW- Heavy smut, bucky angst , jealousy, possessive behaviour. Kinda long.

Side note // I’m also take requests of any character / theme.

Bucky’s blood had been boiling all night. Steve, the perfect All-American golden boy, basking in your attention, your laugh lighting up every damn corner of the bar. And Steve wasn’t even trying—he never had to. But that didn’t make it easier to watch.

Bucky’s drink sat untouched as he leaned against the bar, his jaw tight and his metal fingers twitching with restraint. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up his spine every time you smiled at Steve.

When Steve finally stepped away to grab another round, Bucky didn’t hesitate. He pushed off the bar and cut through the crowd, his determined strides carrying him straight to you.

“Hey,” you greeted, your voice light and playful.

Bucky didn’t return the smile. His eyes were dark, fixed on yours as he crowded into your space. “Having fun?” His voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down your spine.

You tilted your head, confused by the tension radiating off him. “Uh, yeah? It’s been nice to catch up with everyone. Steve’s been—”

“Yeah, Steve’s been the life of the party,” Bucky interrupted, his voice tight.

Your brow furrowed. “Are you jealous?”

Bucky’s jaw flexed. “Damn right I am.” His metal hand curled into a fist against his thigh. “Watching him make you laugh like that? Watching you light up for him? You’re mine.”

The intensity in his voice sent a bolt of heat straight through you, your stomach flipping at the raw emotion behind his words. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Bucky leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Let’s go,” he growled.

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The second your apartment door shut behind you, Bucky had you pinned against it. His lips crashed onto yours, hungry and demanding, his metal hand gripping your hip to hold you in place.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough. “Sitting there looking so goddamn perfect, laughing at his jokes like you don’t know you belong to me.”

“I—” Your protest was cut off as he kissed you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim you. His flesh hand slid down to your thigh, hitching it around his hip to grind his hard length against you.

“You’re mine,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasped, your voice trembling with need.

His lips curled into a dark smirk as he lifted you off the ground, carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, his hands already tugging at your clothes with a mix of urgency and reverence.

“Bucky,” you murmured, your breath hitching as his hands—both flesh and metal—explored your body, pulling away your layers one by one.

“Shh,” he whispered, pressing kisses to your bare skin as he worked. “I’ve got you. Just let me show you.”

When he finally had you naked beneath him, he sat back for a moment, his eyes raking over you with undisguised hunger. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking beautiful. All mine.”

He didn’t wait for a response. His mouth found your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point before he kissed his way down your body. His lips and tongue left a trail of fire in their wake, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open for him.

“Bucky,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“I want to hear you,” he said, his voice dark and commanding. “I want everyone to know who’s making you feel this good.” And then his mouth was on you, his tongue sliding against your heat with practiced precision. You cried out, your hips bucking against him as he licked and sucked, his metal hand pinning you to the bed while his flesh hand teased your sensitive bundle of nerves.

The pressure built quickly, your body arching as his tongue drove you higher and higher. Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that perfect spot.

“Bucky!” you gasped, your body shattering around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

He didn’t stop, working you through your orgasm until you were trembling beneath him. Only then did he pull back, his lips glistening as he smirked down at you.

“You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice rough with need.

He stripped off his clothes, his muscular frame glinting in the low light of the room. His cock stood hard and ready, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

He climbed over you, his hands bracketing your face as he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “Turn over,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You obeyed, rolling onto your stomach as he positioned himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up onto your knees before he slid into you with one smooth thrust.

The stretch was perfect, and you moaned loudly, your hands fisting in the sheets as he set a punishing pace.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his metal hand sliding up your back to grip the nape of your neck. “So tight, so perfect. All mine.”

“Yours,” you gasped, the word spilling from your lips like a prayer.

He leaned down, his chest pressing against your back as he whispered in your ear. “I’ll never let you forget it.”

His thrusts grew faster, deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every stroke. Your pleasure built quickly, and you felt yourself spiraling toward another release.

“Come for me,” he growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder. “Let me feel you.”

The command sent you over the edge, your body clenching around him as your second orgasm tore through you. Bucky groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he buried himself deep inside you, his own release following moments later.

You collapsed onto the bed together, your bodies slick with sweat and your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Bucky pulled you into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses to your temple.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less certain.

“Always,” you whispered, your heart full as you melted into his embrace.

[cozage]

Hi hope you are having a good day

I wanted to know what would it be like if, Mihawk, Shanks and Buggy had a female s/o that was basically like inosuke from demon slayer, they are a bit dumb but will pick a fight with everyone, and they only wear a bandaged top with like shorts or smt.

You guys have been asking me lots of questions and making me feel loved so here is this!!! (And maybe more spicy things to come later this week 👀)

Characters: female reader x Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy Wordcount: 850 CW: the last bullet point in all of them that are a little spicy

She’s Kinda Stupid, but…

Mihawk

This man is literally so tired. He’s so tired. 

Will very often say things like “I didn’t know I was in charge of three children.” (yes Perona and Zoro are his CHILDREN okay) or “Are you acting your age today, or are we pretending you’re six years old again?” or “I’ve met dogs more behaved than you.” (it’s all coming from a place of love and he knows you won't take offense because you don’t take offense to anything)

You’re a brat and he knows it (and loves it). He loves you but god you are so much work when the two of you are out in public. He feels like he can’t take his eyes off you or you’ll end up in a fight with some random guy because he looked at you funny. 

Most of the time he doesn’t acknowledge your shenanigans. When you fight with someone, he’ll grab your wrist and physically pull you away from them, usually with some kind of snide remark. 

Sometimes you’re justified, though. And when that happens, he gives the guy who wronged you five seconds to apologize before he sets you loose. Most of the time the guy sees Mihawk and apologizes, but the swordsman secretly hopes the guy won't apologize. And on the few occasions they don't apologize, he smirks as he releases you. 

He always has to pull you off the guy because you just don't know when to stop. In all truthfulness, it kind of gets him hot and bothered, but he always pretends to be irritated. “You’re psychotic. Do I need to teach you how to behave?” he scolds, his gold eyes scanning your body. “I can think of a few ways to get you to listen.”

Shanks

Shanks adores you. Cheers you on. Loves watching you cause absolute chaos. Why? Because you are him without a conscience. 

Shanks knows when he needs to flip the switch from polite to fight, but you don’t. You are always at 100%, your most authentic self 24/7. And he absolutely adores that about you. Even if that means that sometimes you take it a bit too far. 

Sometimes Shanks will even use your emotions to his advantage. “Can you believe that guy just did that?!” or “Talk about rude!” knowing full well you’re ready to throw down whoever wronged you or him. 

The absolute only time that Shanks will stop you from fighting someone is when you all are in a building. He’s had to pay SO MANY owners back for you destroying glassware and furniture and plenty of other damaged goods. You learned pretty quickly that the first words out of your mouth should be “Wanna take this outside?!” because if you were outside then Shanks didn’t stop you. 

The first few fights, he watched carefully, making sure he would be able to jump in if he needed to. The next couple of fights, he watched you with an amused look, excited to see how you were going to beat up the guy (and just to make sure you would win). Nowadays, he doesn’t even feel the need to go outside with you, but sometimes he does just to cheer you on. 

After your victory, he always rewards you with a bunch of kisses and sings your praises. He pulls you onto his lap at the bar, making sure everyone knows you're his. “You did so well. I loved how you stomped that guy into the dirt,” he’ll coo, dotting kissing across your neck. “How about later I show you just how proud I am of you, okay?”

Buggy

You never cease in stressing this man out. He is always on high alert now because of you. 

Stealth missions? Forget it. Normal day in town? Absolutely not. He BEGS you to be a normal human being in public. To have an ounce of self preservation. But you cannot comprehend that. People who talk shit deserve to get hit.

He is constantly running after you, screaming at you to stop fighting people for no reason. Sometimes he’ll even jump in front of your punches to try and de-escalate it (which of course doesn’t work and results in you just punching him in the face). You don’t even feel bad, you just scream at him to get out of the way and beat up the other guy even more since he made you hurt your boyfriend.

If anyone makes fun of him, he doesn’t even have a chance to scream at them anymore. You’re already pounding their face into the ground. And every time you do, he falls in love with you a little bit more. 

“That’s right, that’s my baby!” he screams, watching you smugly walk away from some guy’s beaten body. “Let’s go celebrate, you can do whatever you want.” He grabs your hand, practically pulling you back to the ship.

[mrdixon]

My eyes only

pairing: established daryl x f!reader

wc: 4.4k

warnings: 18+ content, “christmas light bondage” (iykyk), whipped cream, praise, oral (male receiving), fingering, p-in-v, unprotected sex, kinda overstimulation, creampie, mentions of aftercare

summary: christmas with daryl

A/N: merry LATE christmas!! was debating making this a sub daryl fic but maybe next time… rugged muse chapter 2 will most definitely be the next fic posted….

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You were waltzing around the house, throwing around decorations while your husband slept blissfully unaware upstairs. You threw on one of his shirts, wearing your fluffy pajama pants underneath. You had set up his Christmas present next to the tiny artificial tree on the counter, the present wrapped with a cute red ribbon on top.

You chuckled as you plated some sugar cookies you made the night before, making two mugs of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream.

You moved towards the record player and flipped through the different records, settling for some Christmas music to really set the mood. Humming the tune to yourself quietly as you softly walked up the stairs, smiling widely when you found Daryl by the doorframe of your room.

His matching pajama pants hung loosely around his hips, you had to do some convincing to get him to wear them. He rubbed his eyes, yawning as he glanced you over. “Yer wearin’ my shirt?”

You took notice to the lack of clothing on his upper half, “I am, why? You couldn't find a shirt?” You chuckled, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He grunted in response, his arms sliding around your waist while he buried his face in your neck.

“Wha’ the hell is tha’ noise?” He grumbled into your hair, pulling back to investigate. You giggled as you followed your husband and watched him stumble sleepily towards the stairs, the Christmas music becoming more clearer the farther you both went down.

He stood at the base of the stairs, clearly stunned by the effort you put into making this Christmas the best one yet. You walked up behind him, threading yourself around his arm.

“You like it?” You murmured, looking up at his face. Daryl had never experienced a real Christmas before, so this was all new to him. He wasn't emotional but you knew he would’ve been, instead his eyes just glanced around.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, looking down at you. “It's nice,” he leant down to kiss your forehead, his free hand moving to the back of your head. You sighed contently, leaning in to his kisses before grabbing his hand and leading him to the counter. He sat on one of the stools, letting you slide over the mug of hot chocolate to him. Though not liking sweets all that much, he didn't complain and sipped it.

You chuckled and pointed towards the gift by the tiny tree, his head turning to look at it. He quickly looked back at you and raised a brow.

“For me?” He asked, you nodded in response and watched him grab the box. He stared down at it for a moment, nibbling the inside of his lip before pulling the ribbon and letting it fall away. He lifted the top of the box and looked inside, a smile creeping onto his face. He pulled out the scuffed wood figurine of a dog, he looked at you, your hands clasped together as you waited for his reaction. His gaze travelled down to your hands, noticing the little cuts and scratches on them, presumably from carving this figurine yourself. He chuckled and looked back at the figurine, placing it down on the counter before returning to the box. He pulled out a small film camera, his eyes sparkling. You knew how much he loved taking photos, you being his favourite subject. He thought he was being secret about his hobby but you noticed, you always did.

“Like it?” You asked nervously, your hands still clasped together.

“Like it? I love it,” he breathed out, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. “Thank you so much babe,” he smiled a genuine smile, one you loved seeing. He muttered something before getting up and running up the stairs, you sat still and waited patiently for his return.

He ran back downstairs, his hand behind his back. You tilted your head slightly, a wide smile on your face as you looked at him.

“’s not much, but I also got ya somethin’…” he mumbled and revealed a small fox plushie. You giggled when you saw it, taking it from him and laughing joyfully at it.

“Oh my god, Daryl!” You giggled, looking down at the plush in awe. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, sitting back on the stool.

“I found it when I was out the other day,” he murmured softly. “Figured ya’d like it.”

“Oh I love it,” you smiled brightly at him before engulfing him in your arms, “I love you so much, thank you.”

“I love ya too,” he said muffled by your hair while he draped his arm around your waist, “love ya so much.” He got up to properly hug you, kissing along your neck lightly. His kisses tickled but you let it happen, squeezing him. You pulled back to kiss him briefly, and then sat down on your own stool. He watched you pick up your mug and drink some of the hot chocolate, smiling softly at you. Your eyes darted over to him and you chuckled.

“What’s with that look?” You scrunched up your face, he shrugged and bit his lip.

“Yer just… gorgeous,” he mumbled, “my prettiest girl.” He reached forward to wipe some whipped cream off the corner of your mouth, bringing his thumb to his mouth to lick it off. His gaze shifted down to your lips, rubbing his chin while you watched desire glaze over his eyes. You stood up slowly and looked over to the counter where you grabbed the can of whipped cream before walking over to him. His head tilted upwards to look at you standing over him, you watched his adam’s apple bob when he swallowed.

His hands found purchase on your hips, looking up at you while you held the whipped cream in your hand. “I got another gift for you…” you whispered.

“Mmh, yeah?” His voice quivered, his fingers rubbing your hips. “Have a feelin’ I’ll love it.”

“You will,” you whispered and leaned in to kiss him, a small whimper left his mouth while your free hand came up to cup his cheek.

Your thumb rubbed back and forth against his cheek as his tongue prodded at your lips, seeking entrance. You smirked into the kiss and let him in, your tongues tangling as his grip on your hips tightened. You pulled back and squirted some whipped cream onto your finger, wiping it onto his nose, then his cheeks. He scrunched his face up at the feeling, his eyes shining as he looked into your eyes, curious as to what you were doing. You just smiled sweetly, your tongue darting out to lick the cream off his nose, leaving open mouthed kisses on his cheeks. He let out a low chuckle at the feeling, wiping his face after you were done.

“Wha’ are ya doin’ now?” He grinned, shaking his head while his hands rubbed up and down your sides. “Gonna let me have ya?”

“I will…” you hummed, unbuttoning your shirt and handing him the whipped cream. He raised a brow, glancing down at your cleavage. “What? Gotta make it enjoyable.”

“Suckin’ on yer tits is already enjoyable,” he snorted and pulled you onto his lap. He helped push off your shirt and placed sweet kisses on the tops of your breasts, you hummed delightfully and took the can from him. He pulled back and watched as you sprayed some whipped cream on your breasts, the cream slid down but he caught it, with his lips.

You let out a quiet hum as he sucked on your breasts, licking up the whipped cream that stained them. Your fingers threaded through his hair as he licked you clean from the sticky mess, his eyes half lidded when he looked up at you. You grinned, feeling his erection press against your ass.

“Wanna go upstairs?” You hummed sweetly, gently rubbing along his temples. He didn't reply, picking up the ribbon and camera before standing up with you in his arms, walking towards and up the stairs. You giggled, squeezing around his neck and pushing his face into her breasts. He grunted but placed small kisses onto them as he walked into your shared bedroom.

He placed you down on the bed, the camera placed down next to you while he kissed from your neck and down to your stomach. Your hands dropped the whipped cream and went into his hair, rubbing along his biceps.

“Enough of tha’,” he mumbled to which you raised a brow. He took the ribbon you wrapped his gift with and took your hands, tying them together.

“Hey,” you started, trying to pull your hands apart. He shook his head at you, tightening them even more, but not enough to hurt. He then took your arms and pulled them above your head, using the extra ribbon to tie them to the headboard. “I wanna touch you..” you whined.

“Not righ’ now,” Daryl chuckled, leaning down to kiss your lips while pulling off your pajama pants. You could feel his teeth bite into your lips, pulling back to bite at your neck. You sighed softly, your eyelids fluttering closed when his large hands gripped onto your thighs, keeping you from spreading your legs.

His tongue slipped out to taste your skin, a small whimper escaping your lips as he dragged his tongue down your body. He pressed an open mouthed kiss on the space below your belly button, his thumbs rubbing against the thin fabric of your panties. His warmth left you suddenly and you opened your eyes to see him kneeling above you, the camera in hand snapping photos of you in this position. You blushed, turning your head away only to be turned back, his one hand holding your face as he took photos of you.

“These better not be seen by anyone else,” you warned lightly. He pushed your thigh playfully.

“Nah, ‘s fer my eyes only.” He mumbled, biting his lip as he snapped a few more photos before placing the camera down. He picked up the can of whipped cream, squirting some into his mouth before coming down to kiss you. A delighted noise escaped your mouth as you tasted the sweetness of the cream, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two while he looked into your eyes. “Where did ya put the rest of the ribbon?”

“In the closet, brown box on the floor.” You murmured, your breathing unsteady. He kissed your lips once more and then got up, your eyes watching his back as he got to the closet. You heard him rummaging through the clothes, turning around with a thick red ribbon in his hand. A mischievous smirk played at his lips when he crawled onto the bed, watching your confused expression.

“Relax,” he murmured, his fingers dancing over the silky material before pulling it under your neck, around and tying it. “Too tight?” You shook your head and he smiled at you, tying the ribbon into a bow. He leaned over you to grab the camera again and started taking more photos of you, rubbing his bottom lip while he did.

“What’s this for?” You grinned, winking for the camera. He chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly and took photos of his hand in your hair.

“Yer my gift righ’? Gotta make sure ya look the part,” he snorted and released his grip on your hair. He placed his palm on your chest, running it over the curves of your breasts and down your stomach before stopping right on your mound.

Your lips parted in a silent cry when his thumb came down to rub your clit over your panties, pressing hard against it. You tugged at your restraints but they didn’t budge, you squirmed as he continued his relentless attack on your bundle of sensitive nerves. He breathed a little harder once your arousal started seeping through the thin fabric, your moans getting louder. He replaced his thumb with his pointer and middle fingers, rubbing them against your folds, groaning as your panties became damp. Your head fell back as well as you stopped resisting against the ribbons keeping you restrained, your mouth open to let out noises of pleasure.

His hand left your clothed pussy, a whine of protest escaping your lips while you lifted your head again. Daryl only smirked at you and picked up the can of whipped cream once again, making two tiny dollops on your nipples. Your breasts shook as you laughed, shaking your head.

“You’re such a freak,” you laughed as he snapped photos of you.

“Well yer the one with whipped cream on yer tits,” he chuckled and bent down to suck on your right nipple, his wet muscle swirling around the bud. You whined, squeezing your legs together to suppress the aching between them. His hands pushed them apart as he moved to the other nipple, licking you clean of the mess. Your pussy throbbed violently, your muscles straining to pull your legs together again, but his strength was stronger. His teeth bit on your nipple, your eyes meeting his piercing ones when you looked down. Daryl’s eyes were full of pure lust and affection, his lips wrapped around your nipple, moving down to leave hickeys along your breasts. You sighed heavily, biting your lip to silence any noises from leaving your mouth. His hand suddenly squeezed your other breast, “I dun’ like tha’. Keep moanin’ beautiful.”

You let out a deep breath as he pulled away, watching him pull his pajama pants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, a pathetic moan left your lips when you saw it. He almost laughed, watching your hands scratch at your own fingers in anticipation. He groaned deeply, taking his thick cock into his hand and stroking it while watching your panties get even wetter just at the sight. He caught you licking your lips and moved to your side, kneeling by your face.

“Come, look at me baby.” He murmured and gently took your face in his hand, his other holding his cock. “Ya wanna suck me off like a good girl?”

You nodded eagerly, opening your mouth as you looked up at him with those wide eyes. He smirked and rubbed your cheek with his thumb before sliding his cock into your mouth, taking his time. Your tongue ran across his slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Daryl let out a low groan, one hand cupping your jaw while the other went into your hair. Your tongue ran down his length, tracing over the one angry vein while you breathed through your nose. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, causing you to gag on his cock. He murmured an apology and rubbed your jaw, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, not going too deep into your mouth.

“Such a good girl fer me, suckin’ my cock like tha’..” he praised, tugging your hair ever so lightly. His head lulled back, the grip on your hair tightening as his thrusts got quicker. “Fuck… jus’ like tha’..” It was harder to breathe but you couldn’t care less, looking up at him as you continued to swirl your tongue around his length. His groans became more erratic, thrusting deeper into your mouth. The head of his cock pressed the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Good baby… so fuckin’ good, ya take my cock so fuckin’ well.” He moaned, looking down at you. Your teary eyes looked up at him as he continued to fuck your mouth, one hand was rubbing your jaw while the other pulled your hair back. Your hands yearned to touch him, pulling at the ribbon but to no avail, didn’t come free. You closed your eyes and heard the sound of the camera shutter, hearing quiet murmurs from him. You flattened your tongue against his velvet skin, taking him impossibly deeper into your mouth. He cursed loudly, pulling his cock out before he could cum. You coughed, saliva dribbling down your chin. He released your hair and brought both hands down to wipe your face. Your head felt light, almost like you were drunk on his cock. Your lips made contact with his, an involuntary moan leaving your mouth into his at the contact.

He moved away from you, moving towards the bottom of the bed. Finally, he pulled your panties off. Your pussy fluttered at the cool air, your breath hitching as he ran his fingers through it. His fingers pushed in, groaning at how easily they slipped in.

“Jesus christ girl, so wet huh?” He teased, rubbing his fingers tips on the inside of your wall. Your head throwing itself back as rough moans escaped you. Your nails dug into your palms, gasping for air. He dragged his fingertips along your walls as he pushed in deeper, his thumb rubbing your needy clit.

“Daryl…” you let out a sob, tears prickling at your eyes. The sensitivity was too much, though having not done much yet. He shushed you, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of your while teasing your clit. You felt you legs go weak, a cold feeling in your feet as you cried out softly. “Dar… please I can’t…”

“Ya can, gonna make ya cum fer me.” His free hand reached up to rub circles around your nipple, “can ya do that fer me? Huh gorgeous?” His fingers curled inside you, hitting that soft spot perfectly. A loud cry erupted from your mouth, feeling that knot tie, threatening to snap. He rolled your nipple in his fingers, his other hand speeding up the pace. Your legs thrashed while your hands pulled against the ribbon, moans leaving your lips involuntarily. “C’mon pretty girl, yer doin’ so good.”

The praises whispered into your ear threw you over the edge. Your walls closed in on his fingers, throbbing around them as you came. You gasped, groaning deeply as your eyes closed. He kissed your forehead softly, the hand on your breast coming up to your neck. His lips moved down to kiss you, your soft lips moving with his while the hand caressed the space below your jaw comfortingly.

“Good girl,” he mumbled against your lips, “can ya handle another one or do ya wanna stop ‘ere?”

“No… no I need you,” your voice was hoarse. He nodded and pecked your lips quickly before moving back to kneel between your legs.

“Guess ‘s time I unwrapped my gift.” His eyes glimmered, reaching forward to pull at the ribbon around your neck, letting it lay around your shoulders before reaching up to free your hands. You sighed in relief, your arms coming down to lay by your sides, his own fingers rubbing the skin on your wrists. “All good?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled and kissed the inside of your biceps, lifting your thighs apart and around his hips. His elbows came to rest on either side of your head, leaning over you and kissed the tip of your nose. You let out a quiet giggle that was soon replaced by a whimper as he pressed the head of his cock against your clit.

You breathed heavily through your nose as he rubbed his tip up and down through your folds, teasing your already sensitive pussy. You turned your head to the side, closing your eyes while your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath you took. Daryl’s lips found your jaw and licked across it, pressing gentle kisses along your jawline.

“I ain’ gonna make ya wait any longer, ya’ve been such an obedient girl.” He whispered into your ear, his hot breath tickling you. He reached down with one hand to take hold of his cock, guiding it into your depths slowly. His length invaded your warm wetness, stretching you out. A soft moan emitted from your mouth, closing your eyes. His body trembled above you, clearly holding back from pounding roughly into you. He wanted to be as gentle as he could with you, making sure it wasn’t painful. As soon as he bottomed out in you, he let out a deep throaty groan, pressing his forehead against yours. His hips stuttered as he held still in you, moving his hands to the sides of your head.

“I’m good, move… Daryl please move,” you whined softly, feeling his lips kiss your cheeks gently. He shushed you, withdrawing his hips slowly, feeling your walls grip onto him. He pulled out just so his tip was inside before slamming back in, a choked moan releasing from your lips. He kept his face buried in the crook of your neck, you could feel his heavy breaths against your skin. He repeated this movement, keeping it slow but deep.

Your nails gently dug into his back, rubbing over the crescent shaped marks with your fingertips. He grumbled, his chest rubbing against yours as his pace slowly picked up. His cock slid in and out of you with ease, as well as moans escaped your mouth more freely. His hands slid down your sides, finding its place on your hips. He leaned back, sitting on his knees, your thighs over his as he bucked into you over and over.

The angle was just right, hitting the soft spongey part deep inside you, the part that made your eyes roll back into your head and see stars. The base of his palms lay along your pelvis, his fingers wrapped around the sides of your hips, pulling you towards him to meet his thrusts. Your hands couldn’t figure out where to go, alternating between squeezing his wrists or squeezing your breasts. You could feel his cock pulse inside you, dragging along your velvety walls with every stroke.

“Mmmh, look at ya… so perfect fer me,” he rasped, taking that damn camera again and snapping photos of you. “So pretty, gorgeous.” Your eyes fluttered shut, mewling softly. You could hear him toss the camera to the side, his palms landing flat on the mattress by your sides, ramming himself into you roughly. Your face screwed up in pleasure, your brows knitted together in pure ecstasy while your jaw went slack. Your moans filled the air with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, and soon you felt a warm heat in your belly.

“Mmph, Daryl..” you whimpered, squeezing his hips with your thighs, signaling your impending orgasm.

“I know, ‘s okay.” He murmured sweetly, leaning over you to kiss you. His kisses were soft and gentle, contrasting with the harsh thrusts he gave you. The head of his cock kissing your sweet spot every stroke, causing your back to arch and press your chest against his. He took the opportunity to slip his arm under your back, his free hand coming down to squeeze your ass. His breath was heavy and his kisses turned sloppy, so you knew he was also close.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out.

“C’mon girl…” he groaned, the hand on your ass slipping down to your thigh and pulling your leg over his shoulder. You threw your head back in bliss, moaning loudly as the angle changed. The head of his cock directly abusing that spot of yours, sending hot pleasure up your body. Your own hands grasped at the sheets, knuckles white with how hard you were squeezing. “So fuckin’ tight, gonna cum fer me?”

“Yes!” You shouted, your throat hoarse and your moans raspy. You surrendered to the pleasure, laying limp against the bed as he continued to fuck you deeply. Obscene sounds of your pussy squelching around his cock filled your ears, the bedsprings squeaking with the intensity of his movements.

“Good girl, c’mon.” He moaned, biting his lip as he pushed his limits. Your mouth opened wide in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as you came. Your walls tightened around his length and he groaned shakily, “shit, fuck.” You felt his warm release coat your walls as he came inside you. His hips stuttered, moving back and forth slightly as he fucked you both through your orgasms. He collapsed on top of you, his lips sucking on your collarbone. You out a sigh when he pulled out, his body leaving yours. You just closed your eyes, your pussy throbbing around nothing as his seed poured out of you. You heard the snap of the camera once again and raised your head.

“Stop that,” your grumbled, a small smile on your lips. “I gave you that to take pictures of the pretty things you like.”

“Yeah? Well I’d say you and yer pussy are quite the pretty things.” He snorted, moving off the bed and into the bathroom. You sighed and shook your head, closing your eyes as you lay back. The sound of water running could be heard from the bathroom, soon Daryl emerged again holding a damp cloth. You breathed out quietly as the cold water met your warm skin, his hand making gentle ministrations in between your legs to wipe you clean.

After he was done he kissed your forehead and tossed the cloth in the hamper before crawling into bed next to you. You scooted closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you in. He placed another kiss along your temple, rubbing your shoulder.

“Enjoyed your gifts?” You giggled to which he squeezed you, picking up the camera and flipping through the photos. He let you look which you eventually turned away from in embarrassment, “ew wait, delete that.”

He laughed, kissing your lips. “Not a chance,” he sighed and put the camera on the night stand, pulling you flush against his chest. “It was perfect, I love ya darlin’.”

You smiled up at him, rubbing his stubble with your thumb. “I love you too, Daryl.”

He let out a deep breath and wrapped both arms around your small frame, rubbing circles into your lower back. “So… are we goin’ out later today?”

“No way Dixon,” you chuckled. “My legs are weak.” He chuckled, leaning down and kissing your jaw, breathing in your scent.

“Good, I dun’ mind stayin’ in bed all day…” He raised a brow to which you narrowed your eyes. He practically pounced on you, giggles leaving your lips as you both squirmed under the blankets.

Seems you won’t be leaving the bed today.

[qhoaaaa]

SO *claps hands* MILO GREER HUH 💛

I feel like if Erik ever does a flashback of Milo/Sweetheart becoming mates

I just

KENDOWHWOEDN

Think that Milo would be so fucking nervous

"Yeah, I just....see you... as my mate... yeap! And I know we've talked about this before and I just... wanted to say that... uhm... no, wanted to ask if... you'd wanna be my... mate?"

(Insert more lovey dovey shit he is yapping abt how amazing Sweetheart is and has been to him and how they have affected his life)

100% Asher would be more awkward but Milo's nerves are fucking SHOT because he's like holy shiiiiiitt I'm gonna fuckign do this aren't I yes I am

Trying to see if Milo would ask/say it in his apartment or the place where they hunted the Shade down together

Bc he's sentimental

Fucker (I love him)

"My ma is gonna be so fuckin happy"

He's crying your honor

Love a man whose in touch with his emotions

When Sweetheart says yes he's like,

"No shit... WAIT what did you say... yea, that's what I thought... (he's like how the fuck did i get to this point)... w-well what do I do now? I DONT KNOW IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE"

Ahem (NSFW 18+ AFTER CUT)

Tagging! @annahxredaxted @moronkyne

He mounts them.

This is shameless smut you've been warned. 😈

They fuck first in the woods (if he asked in the woods) , then later at his apartment bc we all know these two can't keep their hands off each other...

Hands gripping their hips, it just comes natural to him, especially after they said yes to being his mate.

Let's out the most feral and gutteral moan when he presses inside them

And erm,,, 🥺

Bites.

Tons of biting, claims he wants to have his scent all over them and loves to see his teeth prints on their sweet neck and shoulders

If Sweetheart is on their belly, he bites at their nape, as if trying to keep them still (RHSIDBDJEJE PLEASE PELASEE EPWLSLSLEELEJR)

"My mate... my fucking mate! Mmhh, gonna... gonna fuck you nice and deep... just how my mate likes it..."

He legit won't stop touching them, his hands sliding over their sides, nails lightly pressing into them, he presses his cheek to their neck to smell them, to smell their pleasure, to hear their gasps and moans: he's worshipping them

Milo kinda likes to manhandle them, so there's times where he grips their hips up off the bed/surface and it makes them shiver, he flips them over onto their back to touch their chest and belly, and scoots closer between their legs to fuck them senseless

He does that thing where he moves Sweetheart's legs straight up and holds them and fucks between their thighs before slipping into their hole, he also spanks their thighs while he fucks them a bit

Kinda like honeymoon sex except they're not married, they're mates

And the whole time, he's just rambling on thanking them for being in his life, for being his mate, and being super cute and sappy while he's about to cum inside them

HE LAUGHS DURING SEX, BE STILL MY HEART

They fell asleep with his cock still inside them and in the morning when they're both up, Milo gently fucks into them again, holding them tight to his chest and he has the honor to see them cum on him AND to cum in them again

If they're feeling it, Sweetheart asks Milo for the good old 69 and Milo's like....

"I fucking love youuu"

Milo's on the bottom (they actually push him on the bed and are like "you better fucking stay down and let me please you" and hes like "ooh... hell yeah Sweetheart" (heart eyess)) , Sweetheart is on top and they're fucking deep throating his cock so well he tells them to go slower or else he'll cum too quickly and they're like, ok and?? , he just laughs and then they just plant themselves on his face

Then Milo's got his hands wrapped around their thighs and is NOT letting them go, occasionally he'll have his hand caress up their spine to see them squirm and he'll wrap his hand in their hair, pulling back gently, to see them arch

Even like this he can't resist to spank and grab at their ass, especially if they're fucking SITTING ON HIM (insert that one meme of Doja Cat about big noses)

When they finally cum, Milo kinda shakes his face against them to get every last drop, his tongue swirling everywhere. This man needs their cum.

And Sweetheart makes him cum when they take his cock as far as it'll go and stay there until that cock is done pumping in their mouth.

They are both cum slutsI MEAN WHATAATTEEJEJDIEJOJ

I'm done yapping goodnight

[pablitogavii]

Hiii, can you do pool sex with Gavi in ibiza? lots of love x

Hot Summer Days

Today y'all decided on a pool day at the villa you were staying at wanting to stay in and just spend some time together in peace.

Pablo usually doesn't mind people walking up to him for photos but he does get annoyed that every time he goes out there is another 'rumor' about him plastered on the internet. So he prefers to stay in his known circle of friends.

You changed into a red bikini and joined Aurora and the boys outside certainly catching boy's attention. Javi chuckled into Aurora's ear pointing at Pablo's stunned face.

"If you don't close your moth, you will drool hermano!" she teased him and he rolled his eyes walking up to you and pulling you into his grasp.

"Mm you're torturing me with that bikini princesa.." he whispered into your ear and you blushed knowing how easily Pablo gets turned on (he's 18 haha) and kinda liking the effect you have on him.

"I thought you'd like it cariño??" you say innocently and he caught onto your game pulling you even closer and leaving kisses on your neck.

"Oh I do like it..a lot..but if they don't stop staring you down, I will poke their eyeballs out!!" he said and you chuckled shaking your head and wrapping your eyes around Pablo's neck while kissing his lips.

"This is all for you Pablito..for you to watch..and touch..and take off later" you whispered the last part and Pablo felt his shorts tighten at the thought of taking that bathing suit off your body and having you all to himself.

"Alright, that's it! She's coming with me cause we have things to gossip about!" Aurora snatched you from Pablo's grasp and you giggled while he shamelessly clenched his jaw while checking you out from behind.

"You're a lucky cabrón hermano..." Ale said and Pablo snapped his fingers in front of his face making him look at him instead of your ass.

"She's all mine, sabes!?" Pablo said and his friend raised his hands up in surrender before they both laughed and went to play some music on the speakers.

No even half an hour later, Pablo found himself sitting in the pool with his friends but unable to move his eyes from your bum as you laid on the lounge bed with Aurora sipping on your cocktail and chatting about some girl stuff.

Damn your ass was so round..and juicy..and delicious..joder Pablo! Fucking focus!

"The sun is hot today, don't you think chicos?? Maybe you should go help your girl put some sunscreen on Pablo??" Mario suggested and all the boys knew what he was aiming at as they caught Pablo staring at your ass.

"Yeah, it's not like that would give you an excuse to touch her.." Ale added and Pablo flipped them off but did what they suggested getting out of the pool and walking towards you when Aurora left to the bathroom.

"Hola nena.." he said sitting on the towel beside you and you moved slightly still on your laying on your stomach to be able to see his face.

"Hola cariño. How's the water?" you say and he said it was refreshing although he felt very much hot right now.

"The sun is very strong today..shouldn't you put some sunscreen on preciosa??" Pablo said feeling dumb for listening to his friends but also hoping you would let him 'help you' like he planned.

"You're right! I forgot..um could you" but you didn't even need to finish that sentence since Pablo already grabbed the bottle and started rubbing some sunscreen on your butt. You smirked wanting to play with him a little.

"I was gonna say give it to me but looks like you needed an excuse to touch me Pablito??" you say and he looks at you smirking a little while leaning closer to whisper into your ear.

"Let me enjoy myself just a little bit preciosa..." and with that he kept massaging your ass and you blushed letting him have him waited moment. He applied sunscreen on your back, legs and arms as well but then once again returned to your ass.

I am sure my ass is well protected now Pablito.." you smirk and he shrugs nodding his head and seeing that his sister was returning from the bathroom. He tapped it one last time before putting away a sunscreen, kissing your lips and whispering into your ear "meet me at the hot tub" before leaving.

"He can't even leave you alone for an hour.." Aurora teased laying back down and you told her you needed to head inside for a moment before sneaking towards the hot tub which was secluded on the opposite side of the villa.

"Cariño??" you whispered seeing that nobody was in the hot tub but then suddenly strong arms wrapped around your body and hot kisses were left on your shoulder and neck.

"Ughh mi amor..I need you right now..so badly" he groaned as you both went into the hot tub and he grabbed you with his arms making your thighs wrap around his waist and his lips attacked yours passionately.

"Umm..Pablo..what if they come here?" you say pulling away from the kiss listening to reason but he reassured you boys will not come and they will keep Aurora away. You couldn't resist any longer..not with the way he was kissing you right now.

He slowly pulled your bikini to the side and pulled himself out before fitting deep inside of you shutting your moans with his mouth on yours. He let you adjust to his size before slowly moving and making your head fall back as he was fucking you with so much passion the whole world was spinning.

"Aahh..please..please don't stop!" you said and he reassured you that you have all the time you need and that he will never stop loving you like this. Your nails scratched his back and he groaned feeling your walls clench around his member.

"Just like that angel..clench around me like a good girl! J..joder!" he spoke into your ear as you were both chasing your highs kissing every available inch of each other's skin.

"Pa..blo..I'm so close! Fuck!" you moaned feeling his reach his high which sent you over the edge as you both moaned into each other's mouths catching your breaths.

"Joder! I love vacations and I love you! So freaking much!" he said and you both giggled calming down and fixing yourselves up before he carried you bridal style back to the pool.

He placed you on the bed besides his sister kissing your lips lovingly.

"Yo te amo!" he said and you said it back before he left to join his friends in the pool.

"Um..I ran into him and he carried me back..." you lied to Aurora although you both knew how absurd that sounded so you both laughed.

"You have no self control perro!" Cristo teased Pablo who rolled his eyes looking towards your blushed face proudly.

"Neither would you if your girl wore that bikini.." he smirked to himself proud that you were all his truly feeling like a lucky cabrón.

[isaacthedruid]

Beekeeper castiel or buck. Or both. Maybe their boyfriends watching from a safe distance. Whatever floats your boat

(I asked from some art inspo and ended up writing a little buddie drabble instead so enjoy! <3)

It had been a while since the whole Beenado and bee-induced-plane-crashing fiasco and Buck found himself reading absolutely everything he could about bees. They were fascinating and currently took up every part of his brain– buzzing around as his newest hyperfixation. Sure, he already knew some stuff that came quite in handy during that whole situation but he was one for just following the dopamine. 

And that led to him borrowing a big stack of books about bees and beekeeping from the library– which currently covered Eddie’s coffee table and couch. They were laid out evenly across the surfaces, organized between bee books, beekeeping books and books about both– which slightly annoyed him but a third category wasn’t bad, besides he preferred odd numbers anyway. 

He sat criss-cross on the floor, between the coffee table and the couch, flipping through the pages of a book with an old man in one of those white beekeeping suits on the front cover. Incredibly engrossed in said book, he didn’t even notice Eddie watching him for the doorway. Two beers held in his hands, the bottles sweating from how long they’d been out of the fridge already. 

Eddie smiled to himself at the sight, he’d been watching Buck for a while but couldn’t bring himself to interrupt just yet. Flipping the page, Buck perked up as Eddie shifted his lean against the doorframe. 

“Oh hey!” He smiled, looking at his surroundings, “Sorry, I kinda commandeered your couch.” 

“I don’t mind,” Eddie shrugged and joined Buck on the floor with a joking groan. 

“Can your old bones even handle getting down here?” 

“And here I was going to share this beer with you or am I too old to enjoy some beer too?” He said, pulling the second bottle away from Buck’s trying grab. 

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, you’re not an old man.” Buck laughed, “You just act like it sometimes.” 

He added that second quietly under his breath. 

“What did you say?” 

“My point exactly. Now, give me the beer so I can read my bee books in peace.” 

Eddie laughed, leaning against the back of the couch and wordlessly handing Buck the beer. 

“Don’t tell me I never give you anything.” 

“Eddie.” Buck said flatly, oh. He sounded serious.

“Buck?” 

“You have given me so much that you can’t even joke about it.” 

“I-” 

“Do I have to list them? Because I will-” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“You have given me Christopher, a place in your home, your couch, you’ve given me-” Buck listed on his fingers. 

Eddie just listened to him for a moment before he leaned over, resting a thumb under Buck’s chin. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hey.” 

“Hi?” 

That hand shifted, his thumb grazing just below Buck’s bottom lip– “Can I kiss you?” 

Buck froze, “What?” 

“Can I kiss you?” He repeated, his gaze was warm and locked with Buck’s. 

“Uh, yeah. I’d like that.” 

Eddie leaned that last little bit into Buck and pressed their lips together for one sweet kiss. He went to pull away but Buck surged forward and kissed him again, far less gentle than the one before. He tasted like their beer but also sweet like some nondescript flavoured chapstick and Eddie knew he was already hooked on it. 

Fingers carded through Eddie’s hair as his own cupped Buck’s face, trailing down his neck. 

Suddenly, having to pull away for air, Eddie realized he’d migrated into Buck’s lap. His unoccupied hand caged Buck between him and the couch. 

He smiled down at Buck, who had his hand under Eddie’s shirt and traced shapes into Buck’s back. 

“Can I keep bees in your backyard?” 

“Is that some kind of euphemism?” 

“No, I want to take up beekeeping and obviously can’t have bees in the loft.” 

“You want to have a colony of bees in my backyard?” 

“So, can I?” 

“Buck,” Eddie laughed, “We were just making out– might I add, the best makeout session of my life– and you were thinking about keeping bees?” 

“Yeah.” Buck said quietly, looking away from Eddie for a second

“God, I love you.” He smiled, kissing him again. “And of course, as long as I get to take a bunch of stupid photos of you in the suit.” 

“Deal. And-” Buck paused, “I love you too.” 

“Oh shit, I said that.” 

“Yep, no take backs. I mean, don’t kiss me unless you’re serious.” 

“I am! I am very serious.” 

“Good.” 

Buck nodded, continuing the supposed “best makeout session of Eddie’s life” for a little while longer, savoring every kiss he could. And Eddie tasted sweet too, in case you were wondering, like the honey Buck soon would be gifting to all their family and friends. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Number One

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See, One Thing Leads To Another, One Message Waiting, One Day Closer to You, I’m the Only One, Plus One, Ticket for One, The Wrong One

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

“Ugh, so close!” You stomp your foot and drop the remote beside you, “you’re using cheat codes!”

Jensen laughs, “on MarioKart?”

“I don’t know, you’re cheating!” You accuse again.

“Or I’m just better than you. Total noob.”

“Shut up,” you hit his shoulder, “not only are you a cheater, you’re a bragger too!”

“I’m not bragging at all.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes and stand up, “I need to hit the bathroom before I really break out my skills. Then you’ll see.”

“Sure,” he shakes his head, “easy excuse.”

You wave him off and cross to the door. You pause and look back at him, a dopey look on your face.

“Down to the left. Just be careful, Jeremy likes to leave the door open.”

“Ew,” you wrinkle your nose, “I’ll keep a look out– or close my eyes, whatever.”

You leave him and venture down the hall. You hear the blare of speakers in the next room and the rabble of voices from the kitchen. Jensen’s dorm is much louder than your own. That’s guys for you.

You find the bathroom and take your time. You’re almost giddy. You’ve had such a good time, you barely gave a single thought to your exams or the papers waiting to be written. For a moment, you even forgot where you were.

You wash your hands and venture back down the hall. You slow dip into Jensen’s room and close the door, “I wanna be Peach this time.”

“But I’m Peach,” he looks up from his phone and puts it face down on the bed, “Bowser’s good too–”

“But I want to be Peach, she’s faster,” you argue as you sit beside him.

“Be Daisy–”

“Why can’t I be Peach?” You stick your tongue out.

“I– I’m always Peach,” he shrugs, “she’s my favourite.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Hmm, you seem like a Waluigi guy to me.”

“Waluigi? Is that your type?”

Your phone buzzes against your leg and you reach down to grab it. You flip it over and see several messages waiting. You don’t want to deal with it. You just want to be there, with Jensen. 

“Been going off a lot,” Jensen says, “you’re pretty popular.”

“Eh, it’s just Inez,” you mutter as you scroll through the notifications, “and… Steve… what–” You black the screen and put the phone far away from you, “doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with it later.”

“Steve? As in your Professor? Rogers?” He asks.

You look at him and sigh, “uh, yeah, you know, I’m gonna be TA so… it’s nothing. Come on, back to… Moo Moo Meadows?”

He’s quiet as he flips to the course screen. You try not to think. That only gets you into trouble. You were having so much fun.

“Do you text all your professors?” He clears his throat, making you wince.

“It’s… no. It was a bit of a mix up, I don’t really reply. I don’t know,” you stammer, “he seems kinda… lonely.”

“Lonely? He’s a forty-year old man. You’re his student. You shouldn’t worry if he’s lonely.”

You sniff and thumb the analog stick, “is this about the other night? I’m sorry, Jake, I didn’t plan on doing that, really, I just… I don’t want to mess up my TA position. I need the money and that’s the point, he is my professor. I don’t wanna piss him off.”

“Do you realise how fucked that sounds?” He sits up, “you shouldn’t be afraid of him or him failing you because you didn’t want to sit with him.”

“No, no, he wouldn’t, he’s harmless, I just… felt bad for him. Really. I’m sorry. I really am. I was so disappointed because I was really looking forward to it. You and me.” You look down and rub your neck, “but I get it, I’d be pretty annoyed too.”

“I’m not– I’m not mad. I’m just concerned. Kinda confused, you know? He’s texting you and that’s kinda past a line.”

“I know, I’ll– I’ll talk to him about it. Thank you, really, I thought I was a bit… paranoid.”

“You’re definitely not paranoid, he seems a bit desperate and that’s coming from me.”

You can’t help but laugh, “Jensen, you’re so mean.”

“You’re laughing cause you know it’s true,” he smirks, “so, let’s go. Kick my ass.”

He clicks his controller and starts the race. You feel the weight lift from your chest as you focus. You hit the go button as hard as you can, steering with the stick, tilting the controller as you bear down. You are going to win this.

You get to the final lap, trailing Jensen in second place. You squint, narrowing in on him as you ready your last shell. You’re gonna do it! You can do it!

You don’t have to. He stops suddenly and you breeze past him to cross the checkered line. You squeal as Bowser celebrates and you throw your hands up.

“I won! I won! I–”

You turn to him, his eyes pinpointed on you, and your voice crackles in your throat. He watches you, a dimple in his cheek as puts down his controller and leans on the heel of his hand, looming closer as you gulp and drop your arms. He’s only an inch away, your heart beats behind your ears loudly.

“Do you want your prize?” He asks.

“My prize?” You murmur.

“For winning,” he says as his eyes flick down to your lips.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He touches your chin and you gasp. He leans in, closer and closer, and you tilt your head up to meet him. Your lips touch, shyly at first, soft and uncertain. You touch his arm and push your mouth firmer to his as you hum. You feel him smile against you.

You part, just an inch. “Wow,” he sighs.

“Wow,” you squeeze his arm.

You stare at each other, locked in the heat of the moment. His hand slips around the back of your head and he pulls you to him again. You crush your lips into his, opening up as you let his tongue poke deeper. You cling to each other as you lose yourself in him.

You feel your phone slip against your leg, another buzz that has it shifting on the mattress. You fall back with Jensen and he angles himself over you as he keeps his lips on yours. Your hand travels up his arm and grasp his shoulder, squeezing the muscles there. Another vibe.

He pulls back and his blue eyes blaze as they wander over with his hand to your hip. He grabs your phone and hits the last notification.

“What are you–”

‘She’s busy.’ He says as he types with his thumb, showing the screen to you with the text buffering to send.

“Jake!” You say as you grab for the phone and he tosses it behind him.

“You are busy,” he insists as he cradles your cheek, “he’s not getting in the way this time.”

[theyaregayyourhonor]

I will never get over s4 El/Mike/Will reunion in the desert

Like the visual storytelling actually altered my brain chemistry. I will not be the same and I am baffled how can people come out of that scene thinking Mike and El are endgame. Like that scene is peak Show don't Tell.

First the scene starts with El still glaring into the desert, than Mike scares her, like he calls her name but she doesn't really clocks it. He grabs her shoulder and El get spoked at first than realizes that its Mike.

This scene is meant to be romantic, but it kinda off. First the whole thing is abrupt, it just jumps onto El and the viewer, there is no built up of Mike and El looking at eachother, El starting to smile and than having the hug. It just comes down on her.

It's beautifully shows how they relationship started, El and Mike just bumped into eachother in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by destruction and death and latched onto eachother.

The magic also broken by Argyle walking behind them, Will blurred image at the (arguably most) romantic moment than Argyle again (who we later see watching the dead bodies totally flipped out) and said dead bodies.

Also important what Mike and El say.

They talk about how Mike is real and he is here.

It's really you.

It's me.....I'm here...everyones here.

There is no; Are you okay? What happened? I am so sorry! I love you!

This is just El and Mike discussing that yes, Mike is here and yes, he is infact real.

(interesting when you also consider that Max has a simiral conversation with Vecna in the mind palace. You're not really here/Oh but I am, Max. I am. Plus Both Max and El has something around their neck)

So Mike points out that everybody is here and than it cuts to Will, the focus is him standing in front of this beautiful scenery. Like it really is just picturesque, than pans back to Mike and El behind them every body.

The moment El locks eyes with Will she doesn't look away. Her gaze is set on that boy and she is determined to get to him, Mike helps her

Which again shows how Mike was the one who brought El into Will's life, Will wouldn't have a sister if Mike doesn't found El that night in the woods, or if he does end up sending her to the asylum or if s2 they didn't reconnect. El and Will wouldn't have this amazing relationship, they wouldn't have eachother.

The moment we see Will again he is just about to cry, his arms are already out to hug her.

Like this is beautiful, I can't stress it enough. Will hugging El so strongly, the two of them being surrounded by the scenery, nobody else just the two of them.

Their conversation is also telling:

Are you okay?

I'm okay

They talk about EL! Will needs to know if El is okay, he also focuses on the collar, his hands are around it and we all know he already trying to figure out a way to get it of.

Also while Will is focused on the collar El still looks at Will smiling, like she just stares at his face with so much love and relief and when he ask if she is okay she nods and her smile just becomes bigger.

Than we have a cut to Jonathan, and this moment is now focused on the three of them, we don't see Argyle or Mike or the van or the bodies we see this three as Jonathan says they have to go and get her to safety.

Than this happens:

The collar comes off and El takes it off herself.

In that moment El is freeing herself from a lot of things. From the lab, from the superhero vs monster thing, from Brenner and what he did to her, but with everything we saw she also finally ready to end her relationship with Mike.

The scene is a beautiful representation of their relationship. It came out of nowhere when El was running and in danger. There was a lot of death behind her, a lot of thing she was scared of and wanted someone to be there for her.

Mike helped her, a lot, but the relationship was more of comfort than real romantic love, they talk about how Mike is really here, as he was there for El before too, he was the only real thing in El life. The only real friend she had, the only real person she met, the only real connection to the outside world she had.

Than Mike points out that everybody is here, that they are all here, and El meets Will's eyes.

In that moment Mike helps El out again (Mike and El having a relationship after Hopper's death and the moving) and letting her go. Mike doesn't go with her, he stays where he is as El walks towards Will.

Will who cares about El, Will who loves El, Will who is the brother of El.

Will asks if El is okay, and when El says she is okay he is happy, but the coar is not off yet. No the Duffers really said; Throw in Jonathan.

And after she talks to Jonathan, after that the collar opens up and El removes it herself.

El, to be free and happy had to walk away from the relationship that was built onto fake romantic feelings. She had to walk away into the arms of the people who loved her, cared for her and will except her for who she. To be free she had to reconnect with her brothers.

I am physically unwell!

Also Also

El starts the lab story line with hair like Joyce, plaids like Hopper, a shirt that is very much like Lucas s1 attire and the white pants plus white shirt with flowers and pink at the end of the sleeves.

Plaids are just a Hopper-Byers sigil at this point. Hopper wears them, Joyce wears them, Jonathan wears them, Will wears them, El takes a piece of them with her. She has a hair like Joyce, again something she takes from them and brings with her, than the shirt that is connecting her to the party.

El takes those and puts it on her because she wants to belong and feel connected to them.

The lab takes away her hair almost immediately, than they gave her that white clothes she has to wear and in the flashbacks (i have no idea what are those really) she wears a hospital gown.

El looses them all, and she has no power over it.

When she gets away she again puts on everything that connects her to her loved ones. Plaids, the Lucas inspired shirt, the white pants and shirt.

But than she slowly gets back everybody.

Will, Jonathan, Joyce, Hop and she takes those of and all that it leaves is the white and pink and flowers, all it leaves is El, finally ready to found out who she is, ready to become the person she is, to found out what she likes.

El ends s4 ready to grow into the young woman she is and s5 will be about her fully coming into herself, and I can't wait to see it.

[bookshelf-dust]

you are not a monster.

eddie munson x gn!reader

word count: 3,875

warnings: swearing, smoking, the events of vol. 2, eddie’s self-doubt and personal issues, trauma, mentions of blood, of death, sorta a fix-it-fic? the boy who lived has in fact not come to die

a/n: i’ve got, like, 240 followers now, and i am very appreciative. i don’t think i’ve ever had that many on any platform in my whole media-usage-world. i am quite the loser, so it is wild that you guys are—at least slightly—entertained by what i write. i love you ughh. this has been in my drafts for a long ass time seeing as i couldn’t seem to finish it, and i’m worried maybe it’s kinda shitty? i do like it for the most part, though. and it got long. oops. but i hope you enjoy it! <333

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“Ugh, you know I don’t do double VHS.” Steve waved off Robin’s Saturday morning movie suggestion.

“But it’s about doomed love,” Robin tried again, clutching the video tape to her chest.

“Oh, well, that’s relatable.” Steve grabbed a cart full of movies to be restocked, swerving around a rampaging Robin.

“Precisely.”

You flipped around a movie in the new releases section that someone had fumbled with at some point or another, adjusting it so the poster was facing outwards, half-paying attention to the conversation going on between your two friends/coworkers.

“Also, Julie Christie is b-b-bonkers hot in this.” You snorted at Robin’s comment, and she tossed a sly grin your way before continuing on her rant about the most gorgeous creature she’d ever seen.

“We’re in Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County.” Your neck cracked with the speed at which you turned your head towards the television Robin had just turned on, seeing both her and Steve staring up at the reporter.

“We don’t have a lot of details right now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not yet issued the victims name…”

“Holy shit,” Steve said.

You swore you could’ve fainted at that very moment. You felt dizzy, started to sweat, felt your hands shake—so much that you tossed the videos you were holding onto the counter, catching Steve and Robin’s attention.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked, glancing at you and clocking how frazzled you looked.

“Th-that’s where Eddie lives. Forest Hills trailer park.” You hopped up the step to behind the counter, trying to see behind the reporter.

“No. Shit. That’s his trailer. Oh my god, that’s his trailer.”

“Hey, woah, woah, woah, calm down. How can you be sure—”

“Because Steve! I practically live there half the fucking time! I think I know what my boyfriend’s home looks like.” You felt like throwing up. Seriously, you needed some air.

"Okay, well when did you see him last?" Robin started, trying to console you before you erupted into full-blown mass panic mode. She set her hands on your shoulders.

"Last night. I went by the drama room to wish him good luck—you know, because of the campaign—" Robin nodded her head, urging you on. "It was normal, I don't know, I-love-you-see-you-later shit, but then I left to go watch Lucas! I didn't see him after that because he said he had a deal, that he had to go home and get something else f-for—"

"For what? For who?" Robin couldn't handle the suspense.

"For Chrissy Cunningham."

"Chrissy does drugs? Huh, that's interesting." Steve cocked his head, slipped his hand under his chin, contemplating the actions of the cheerleader you spoke of.

"Steve! That is not the focus right now. Besides, everyone has their moments," Robin berated her once jock-worthy friend.

"Right. No, you're right."

You separated yourself from Robin’s clutches, moving out from behind the counter. “I need to check on Wayne.”

“Wayne?” Steve questioned, looking at Robin who watched you disappear around the corner.

“Eddie’s uncle, Harrington. Keep up.” Robin clapped her hands. “She’s been with the boy for, like, ever.” Her focused shifted though, as Dustin and Max appeared, the former hurling himself over the countertop.

You collected your things from the staff room, ignoring the bickering from the other side of the door. Wayne was home, obviously, it was day time, but if the cops were there, no way was he gonna answer the phone. Maybe you should’ve gone to hunt for your boyfriend right away, but you couldn’t bear to not check on the boy’s uncle, who was probably just in the dark as you were—if not more.

It took you a little longer to get going, hands shaking so much that you dropped your keys, and then remembered to clock out. You scribbled an excuse on a sticky note in case Keith questioned your early departure on the schedule when he came in on Monday.

Pushing the green painted wood open, you slammed into Steve, who’d just finished helping a young woman, and put his hands out to steady you.

You turned your head, taking in Max, Dustin and Robin chatting wildly on three separate phones, all pacing equally. “What are they doing?” You asked, straightening Steve’s vest where you’d messed it up.

He mumbled something about Eddie’s friends when Max waved to get your attention, slamming the receiver down. “Do you know a ‘Reefer Rick’?”

The question was so odd, coming from her, that you shook your head before answering. “Yeah, Eddie’s supplier. Why?”

“Do you know where he lives? We’re trying to find Eddie.”

“Uh,” you rubbed your forehead, recalling the couple times Eddie had needed to stock up and you’d been with him. “Out by Lovers Lake.”

Dustin slammed his phone down at this new information, the group now frantic with chatter about your boyfriend’s whereabouts. You started toward the door, stressed and suddenly sweaty, when Dustin flew out from behind the counter, stopping you.

“Where are you going? Don’t you want to come look for your significant other?”

“Of course I do, Dustin. But I’m going to check on Eddie’s uncle. I don’t like the idea of him being left in the dark during all this. It isn’t fair.”

Dustin lifted his hat from his head, readjusting it and then setting it right back down.

“Okay.” He let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it in for a while. “Well what if he’s there? At Rick’s? Can you meet us there after your excursion? I don’t feel right looking for him without you.”

“Yeah, Dustin.” He gave you a hopeful high five, your palm stinging as you pushed your way out of the door.

————

Pulling into Forest Hills, your hands started to shake. What if they wouldn’t let you in?

You stopped beside the cop monitoring the entrance, rolling down your window.

“I’m sorry, miss. I can’t let you in. We’ve got an active crime scene on our hands.” Shit.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself from stumbling over your words. “I apologize, officer. It’s just that I have a family member that lives here, and I’d really like to check on him. Just for a moment. I’m worried sick.”

The officer straightened from where he’d been level with your window, placing his hands on his hips. He looked around, looked back at you, looked up again. His resolve was slipping.

“Okay. I understand. But you have to be quick, okay? There’s a lot going on that I don’t want you getting caught up in.”

“Thank you officer, really.”

You cranked the handle, rolling up the glass panel and pulled off, trying to find somewhere to stop considering your boyfriend’s home was the crime scene. Eyes scanning for Wayne, you found purchase.

He was sat up against the geometric dome that was meant to be the designated play ground area. Except all the kids in the park had grown up at this point, so now everyone sat there to sulk or smoke.

The slam of your car door caught his attention, and he stood on seeing you, moving in your direction. He met you halfway, holding his arms out. That’s how you knew he was tired. Scared. Confused.

Wayne Munson was no cuddle-bug, but he had no aversion to hugs if he really knew you. But letting you see this much emotion right off the bat, letting you in, that’s how you knew he was hurting. This was his boy they were talking about. Where was his boy?

He was warm from being outside, and smelled of cigarettes. You pretended not to see the tear tracks left in the thin layer of dust on his cheeks. He didn’t let go for a long time.

“Have you seen him? Heard from him?”

You sniffled. “No. Not since last night. I saw him before Hellfire, but that’s all.”

Wayne wiped a hand down his face. “Did he seem alright?”

“More than. You know they were supposed to finish th—”

“The campaign. Yeah. How could I not know?” He smiled, and you could tell he was seeing Eddie hunched over the kitchen counter, pencil in his mouth.

He briefly filled you in. “They’re saying he did this. Killed that girl. But I know Eddie. He’s my boy and he didn’t do it. He couldn’t.”

“I know he didn’t. I’m sorry you had to find her. I’m going to look for him, okay? I probably shouldn’t tell you that, but I figured you needed to know. If I get to him, I’ll come tell you, okay? I’m so sorry, Wayne.”

Another hug. More reassurance on your part, on his, telling you that you couldn’t have known. You asked if he needed anything, but he said the cops were supposed to figure out where to put him soon. And that was it. You left him there, and sobbed in the car knowing how sick he was over his boy. Knowing what’d he’d seen, how frightened he was.

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“Eddie! It’s me! It’s Dustin!”

The young boy tried so hard to get his older friend to hear him, to calm down. But that was kind of impossible given the situation. He tried to understand.

“You won’t believe me.” Eddie’s voice was broken, his eyes glassy, his fingers going numb from his grip on the broken bottle.

“Try us.” Max knew what it felt like to be that confused. To be that uneasy. But he spilled his guts, and now the group of unlikely friends sat with him.

The slam of a car door made Eddie jump, made Dustin shoot up from his spot on the floor. Dustin peeked over the window sill, spying you looking a little lost at where they might be, so he hurried outside, much to the dismay of everyone else, scaring the shit out of you, but making you hopeful nonetheless.

“Any luck?” You whispered, not quite grasping his sudden appearance from the boathouse.

“Yeah! Yeah. He’s in there. And he’s scared shitless, but he’s okay.”

“Really?” Your eyes were glazing over and there was nothing you could do about it. He was alright.

“Really.” And he took your hand, leading you back and gently pushing the door the rest of the way open. He let you in first, lingering behind.

You moved in, eyes scanning for him, first roving over Steve, Max, Robin. But there he was. Up against the wall, hands in his hair. He looked up at you, and visibly softened, but sunk in on himself nonetheless.

“Baby.”

“Eddie.” You dropped your bag, not giving him time to stand, moving to meet him on the floor.

Your knees met chilly concrete, and you went to reach out for him, but you stopped yourself, noticing how broken he looked. “Eddie? Is this okay? If I touch you?”

“Y-yeah.” He nodded as he said it, eyes moving quickly back and forth between yours. To Eddie, even though there were four other people in the room, it felt like everything else faded away the second you walked in. You came for him. You’d believe him. He knew you would.

You opened your arms, and he fell into them, arms going around your back, head falling to your chest. He buried his face against you, squeezed you so hard it hurt, but fuck if you were going to tell him to let up.

You ran your hand soothingly over his head, gently untangling curls without the intention of doing so. Glancing up, you met Dustin’s eyes, and he gave you a small smile. “Thank you,” he mouthed. Dustin wanted to thank you for putting up with him, for letting him steal your boyfriend, for being so kind, for calming Eddie down. For everything.

“I went to see Wayne, Eddie,” you told him, moving your hand to rub his back. The boy perked up at that, looking at you with fear all over his face considering what he’d done.

“I-is he…is he m-mad at me?” He looked so young, so fragile.

“No, he’s not mad at you, sweetheart. He’s just worried. Scared. Wants his boy safe.”

Eddie winced, but pulled away from you anyhow. You brushed his bangs away from his eyes, straightened his vest, buttoned a chest pocket. “Do you think you could tell me what happened, maybe? You don’t have to now, really you don’t. But whatever it is, I believe you, okay?”

He hummed in reply, and relayed the story again for you, even if it hurt, and the rest of them tried to catch you up on their theory.

What you didn’t see was Robin turning to Steve, eyes softening at the way you and Eddie interacted with one another. How that scared look in your eye that had been there at the store was gone, just from seeing him. How Eddie’s hands had stopped shaking at your presence. How he wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable with you, and how much you cared for him.

But he made it so easy for you.

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“Shit! Shit!” You stumbled over your own feet, hopping over ever root and vine you met in your path, trying not to make your presence known.

You’d been with Steve, Robin, and Nancy. The four of you were meant to go to Creel House while Eddie and Dustin distracted those fucking bats.

But you had this feeling. This sick, sick feeling.

It was eating you alive. It was something Eddie sad at Skull Rock. Something about running. And then right before you parted ways. When he’d kissed your head and muttered in Steve’s direction, “Trust me. We are no heroes.”

And standing there with your friends, trying to save the world, you ran. Ran for Eddie’s sake. Because he was going to do something. You just knew it. Some sacrificial lamb shit.

And it hurts, the running. Your legs are burning. It’s the kind of running you haven’t done since you were a kid. The desperate kind. But this time it’s not in order to beat a friend to the finish line, to win a competition. It’s to get to your boyfriend. Because you’re afraid he’s going to die.

And you can hear them. The bats. Their horrid screams, the leathery and wet rasp of wings, of tails thrashing in their rage, their determination to get to the source of that noise. The noise that had just quit.

You’d just caught the end of Eddie’s playing, and barely had time to think about how he’d finished it. He’d been determined to finish that fucking song and it’d been two weeks.

But none of that mattered.

Because you could see the trailer now, and it hadn’t occurred to you that maybe you wouldn’t be able to get in. That was the point of their reinforcements, anyways.

You stumbled up the concrete stairs, reaching for the door handle, trying to ignore the ever increasing sound of the bats, the sounds of them closing in. You didn’t dare glance over your shoulder, knowing they’d be right there.

Wrenching open the door, metal screeching, you almost smacked into Eddie. He’d been holding onto the sheets, but he had that look in his eye. The decisive one. And then he heard you clattering in and he practically tumbled free from his hold on the fabric.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You looked up seeing Dustin, who looked equally as frightened and desperate for Eddie to get to the other side.

“Whatever it is that you’re thinking, stop it. Go. Now. Climb.”

Eddie looked at you. Really looked at you. A look that said I need to do this. I need it. “You first.” He backed away, beckoning you forward.

“No.”

“No?”

“You go. Now.”

“Baby, please go. I’m begging you. If I go now, I can buy more time. I know it.”

Eddie looked desperate. He needed this. Needed to know he was good for something. He’d been such a failure. And he could do this. He could be good.

“No! Fucking go, Eddie! Now!”

He blinked at you, not expecting the change he found in your voice. He’d never heard you sound like that before. So angry. So angry at him.

So he let up, reaching and pulling himself towards Dustin. Towards home.

You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. And then you tried to get yourself up, calming considering in the time that you’d stood there, the noise had stopped—the bats had stopped. Your friends had done their job.

You pulled and it hurt, but you did it anyways.

————

It had been three days since Eddie almost sacrificed himself and you’d been avoiding him ever since. He knew why you hadn’t come to see him, and he was upset at himself for hurting you, for not realizing you could read him so well. But it felt like that was the only way to prove himself.

And now he was living in a fucking tent in the Wheeler’s basement, supposedly like some girl with superpowers had.

The boy was flipping through one of Mike’s old X-Men comics when the sheet providing him refuge was torn back. Dustin appeared, making Eddie jump. “Jesus Christ!”

“Here.” Dustin threw a hand radio at him and then vanished again. It took him a minute before he realized you had one too.

A few guesses later on what channel he needed, he found you.

“Hey, I know you can hear me, baby. I know you’re mad.”

You reached for radio where it resided under your bed, stretching so that you didn’t have to actually get up, the chill of hardwoods meeting your fingers.

As much as you wanted to pretend you couldn’t hear shit, you wanted to talk to him. Something was really wrong if he thought he’d needed to do that. And maybe it was wrong of you to be upset, but you loved him. He didn’t need to complete some grand act of service to be redeemed, he was already your hero.

“Afternoon, Munson.”

Eddie slumped down inside his tent, smacking his head on the wall. He really was too lanky to be living in there.

“Son of a bitch!” He rubbed his hand, skull throbbing from the impact. “Hey, honey, please come see me. I wanna talk to you. Please.”

“Yeah. Yeah, fine. Unlock the basement door, okay?”

————

You sat against the support beam at the bottom of the stairs, watching Eddie tie up the sheet so it’d quit falling down and he could see you properly.

Your lower back started to ache and he noticed, passing you a smushed pillow. Silence filled the hair until you decided to breach the surface. “What were you gonna do, Eddie?”

He scrubbed his hands over his face, fingers bare of their usual silver, as the rings sat in a pile of his other shit, metal accoutrements proving incredibly uncomfortable to sleep in when living on the floor.

“Buy more time. I thought that if I could get the bats to back off, that they would’ve had the chance to kill Vecna. That Dustin could get home okay. I don’t know. And don’t give me that look.”

“I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. I could’ve done it. I swear. I just wanted to be good for something for once in my fucking life. Prove that I’m not this—this thing. This nuisance. This monster.”

“I guess I thought I could be the hero for once.”

You moved towards him, sitting on your knees and taking his hands into yours. He wouldn’t look at you, eyes darting around the basement walls, the old furniture indented from years of bodies molding the cushions.

“I understand. But I wish you didn’t feel that way. I wish I could fix it. I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you sooner. I was just upset because I had this feeling, Eddie. I thought you were going to die.”

“But, Edward Munson, you are not a monster. You aren’t a nuisance. Anyone that’s ever thought that is a piece of shit and you know that”

You put your hand on his cheek and he blinked. Hard.

“Eddie, look at me, please.”

The boy turned to you, looking just as young and fragile as he had in the boathouse. He looked disappointed in himself.

“You’re my hero.”

Eddie bit the inside of his lip so hard he tasted blood, forcing himself not to cry.

“Your Gareth’s hero. Mike and Lucas’ hero. Eddie, your Dustin’s hero. But, sweetheart, you didn’t have to save the world to prove yourself. You’re everything to me. To your friends. To Wayne.”

That was the tipping point. Uncle Wayne. And the tears slipped out, silent and calmly, easily sliding down his finally clean cheeks.

“R-really? I’m your hero?” Eddie’s hands were shaking.

“Yeah! Of course you’re my hero, Eddie. You’re such a badass, you know.” A grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. “You are not a monster. I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life telling you that if you’d like. I’d do anything for you.”

“You didn’t need to save the world by fighting off demo-bats, Ed. You’ve saved it by being you. By shepherding those little sheepies. Shit, you’re so good, Eddie. You’re golden.”

Eddie Munson had been waiting his whole life for those words. For someone to reassure him that he wasn’t this sick creature. This freak. And he was your hero. That was better than anything in the whole world to him.

————

Wayne rested against the cool brick that constructed Hawkins High School. His current place of refuge post-earthquake. Pulling his flannel closer his chest to keep out the wind, he reached in his pockets for a lighter and a pack of Marlboros.

He didn’t look up at the sound of gravel crunching around him, used to the noise of other people fluttering around him.

“Any chance you’d lend me one of those?”

Wayne’s hands froze from where they’d been peeling the plastic wrap off of the new cardboard box. He knew that voice. But he thought it was a trick. He looked up anyways.

And there, standing in this alleyway, somewhere he definitely shouldn’t be, was his boy. Eddie’s hands were in his pockets, a bandana over his forehead.

He smiled that award-winning smile, the one he’d used on Wayne as a kid when he wanted pancakes or temporary tattoos from the coin machine at the grocery store.

Eddie made his way over to his uncle, to—let’s face it—his dad. Wayne enveloped the boy in his arms, squeezing way too tight, but Eddie wasn’t going to complain. “My boy.”

Eddie rested his head on his uncle’s shoulder, breathing in that familiar scent that never seemed to go away, of cigarettes and the came cologne he’d been wearing since Eddie was a toddler. That smell he’d welcome after a rough day at school, after he’d done well on a science project.

“I never gave up. I never stopped looking. I knew you didn’t do it. Not my boy.”

“Thanks, uncle Wayne. For everything. I love you.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

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[blue-jisungs]

saw you said ask for ideas so here i am. literally please write any fluff for riki; backhugs, nose to nose, forehead touches, cuddles, kisses, handholding, late night talks, fr anything😭

soft moments with niki

a/n. thank you for requesting <3 tbh i loved all of the things u listed so i turned it into a long drabble kinda thingy? hope you don’t mind :] plus i added polaroid love lyrics bc they are cute and fit lol!!!

honestly i think it’s one of the favourite pieces of mine that i’ve ever wrote ^^

[ HEARTBREAKINGLY, MY HEART IS POUNDING ] you were in the kitchen, trying to remain as quiet as possible. you had a sleepover at riki’s dorm and you just woke up, extremely hungry. maybe it’s because you two haven’t actually eaten a proper meal but bunch of snacks?

so you tried not to wake anyone up, since your boyfriend’s older members were asleep as well. the hardest was done – boiling water. now you just had to carefully pour it to the ramen cup and wait.

but while you did so, a sudden touch at your back startled you. but then when two hands wrapped around your waist and head nuzzled into your neck, you knew it was riki.

"is that a midnight snack? ramen? without me?" he croaked out, clearly just awoken from his slumber. the warmth of his body glued to your back made you realise how sleepy you were. but it was nice. uncommon. and it was clear now that sleepy niki is clingy.

"aish, be quiet and i’ll make you one too" you mumbled with a smile and felt his fingers creep up at your sides "don’t you even dare tickle me, nishi–"

[ IT'S LIKE A POLAROID LOVE ] "what are they doing?" heeseung asked, watching you two for a while now without no context whatsoever. jake scoffed, shaking his head.

"staring contest" sunoo answered and riki just grinned. you’ve been having a staring contest in fact for about ten minutes now.

niki leaned closer suddenly, dramatically squinting his eyes. you did the same thing, your noses inches from each other.

"so loser has to do something?" hee questioned, watching you two with amusement.

"loser? they are doing it for fun" jake giggled.

"boop!" you said suddenly and leaned forward, booping your nose with his. you watched riki’s cheeks grow red and eyes widened while you threw your head back, laughing. niki’s friends started laughing at his reaction as well

"go to hell" your boyfriend murmured, leaving the room with neck red as a tomato.

[ LOVE, THAT OLD-FASHIONED FEELING ] "i’m a bit scared" you whispered, tugging niki’s sleeve.

"what’s here to be scared about?" he hummed, shaking his head and dragging you with him.

"getting caught, maybe?" you hissed and he held the door open for you.

you entered jay’s room, looking at each other. his older friend was snoring like there was no tomorrow.

"you put the flour, i’ll put the tomato" he said and pointed at the closet. you quietly opened the door and searched for some kind of jacket that you can put a small flour bag with microsized holes in it (so it spills out with a sudden move).

you just finished and saw that niki nodded, coming your way while jay suddenly stirred in his bed.

your boyfriend grabbed your hand and dragged you into the closet, hiding behind jay’s clothes. you were glued to each other hence the small space and watched in terror how jay stands up from his bed and stretches his neck.

you shuffled even closer to riki, feeling your boyfriend’s forehead touching with yours. normally it would make your stomach stir with butterflies but now the only thing that your stomach was doing was flipping from anxiety.

"why are the doors open…" you heard jay’s groggy, sleepy voice and he closed the closet’s door. niki giggled underneath his breath when the absolute darkness hit your eyes.

"we’re stuck, great" you hissed but niki’s forehead on yours with arms wrapped around each other was adding a bit of comfort to this ridiculous situation.

[ BUT MY HEART IS RACING ] you let out a deep sigh once again. riki let out a dramatic, frustrated one and with an eye roll he turned his gaze towards you.

"what?" he asked, turning off his phone.

"can we cuddle…" you mumbled, looking down to hide your smile. you knew you didn’t have to ask for things like that but you were aware of the fact that your boyfriend prefers to cuddle in private.

"just stop sighing" he frowned and you nodded, squeezing onto his side. niki wrapped one arm around you, the other one holding up his phone and reassuming the video he was watching.

you shifted your gaze towards his handsome face and couldn’t help but peck his cheek quickly.

"what now?" riki asked yet you knew he didn’t mean to be harsh.

"you’re just cute" you grinned in response. he slowly put his phone away, frowning.

"i know" riki hummed, tilting his head a bit. he pressed a kiss onto your temple and then shot you a toothy grin.

"won’t you say i’m cute too?" you teased, flicking his arm. after he pecked your nose, he leaned away with smug expression.

"why would i lie?"

[ WHY AM I LIKE THIS? ] "i’m cold" jungwon said, causing you to jolt up so you can observe what happens next.

"here, take this" jay blurted out, taking off his jacket.

"no, it’s okay–" their leader protested but jay’s jacket was already on his shoulders. you smiled softly and nudged niki.

"i’m cold as well" you murmured quietly. thanks to heeseung’s words of wisdom, you were walking at the back, alone while they were walking in front of you.

"shut up i told you to bring your jacket but no, you were smarter" riki scoffed and suddenly grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers. this caused you to blush, squeezing his hand. niki smirked once his eyes landed on you "i think you’re getting warmer. i wonder why is that…?"

"shut up or i’ll ask sunoo for his jacked" you grunted and were met with a hand squeeze in response.

[ IT'S LIKE A POLAROID LOVE ] you tried your best to choke down the giggles but it was too much so you ended up wiggling around.

"stop moving" niki was laughing as well and he smacked your arm. that just caused you to kick him back in response "it wasn’t even funny!"

"okay, i’ll stop. but i have another question" you took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

it was currently something around 3:30am and niki should be definitely sleeping since they have an important interview tomorrow.

but whilst talking to you he always loses the track of time and a simple good night turned into a crossfire of dumb questions and conspiracy theories.

"last question" riki smiled, defeated. you turned to your side, facing him. the moonlight lit up his face perfectly, making him look ethereal.

"would you still love me if i was a worm?"

niki grabbed his pillow to smack you but you were prepared and rolled down from the bed, letting out a loud laugh.

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[arabaka]

okay.... I gotta ask. Serizawa x reader bedroom headcanons? What are his tastes? Does he like to take his time and cherish the moment or be rough and brash, taking what he wants? What do you think he looks like underneath everything? Would love to hear your takes! :))

*₊˚💬୧ BUTTERY MAKE MY BRAIN GO BRRRR

first let's talk about serizawa and his god-like body. i am not talking about chiseled, greek statue mf. i am talking pudge. i am talking excessive body hair. look, no hate to those that envision seri with a toned body or maybe even abs but honestly, that's not how i picture him! i imagine him to have a little belly on his lower abdomen, perfect for kissing and rubbing when you cuddle <3 man has the most rugged happy trail. he starts "manscaping" (lol) when you first start getting intimate because he thinks he has to but you ask him to hold off one time and oh LORD what awaits you is just--- perfect. his pubic hair would be dense but it stops at the base. he does regular maintenance on his balls because they get unruly otherwise and kinda uncomfy. kjFLKDJFSGLKJDG;D BEAUTIFUL BIG MAN THAT I WANT TO SMOTHER IN KISSES

his heart? big. his cock? bigger. like i mentioned in my super thirsy anon answer seri is at least 8 inches. AT. LEAST. i know he has a monster cock. i just know it. i'm flipping over whether he has thick veins or if he's mostly smooth with thick foreskin either one has be going ballistic. FAT COCK SERI SUPREMACY

as far as sex with seri, if he's going to be rough with you it won't be until you've been together for a while and he knows that: 1) he can control himself (and knows more about himself and what he likes) and 2) that you can take it. but he loves exploring those boundaries with you when you get there. otherwise he's so delicate with you. he's as giving as a lover gets! LOVES TO EAT YOU OUT. literally one of his favorite things to do, no matter what position but 69 is his go to because he gets to see you, so up close and personal. probably 2nd preferred position is you just straight up sitting on his face. maybe into breath play in that regard but YOU suffocating him. he wouldn't be a fan of doing that to you but he does like to see his big hand on your neck (no squeezing though). going back to him being fucking you hard and nasty, he especially loves when you're on top or doggy style because he can grab your waist and really hammer you hard, doing a mix of rough thrusts and intense pulling motions so he's reaaaalllyy going all out inside you.

he'd be the type to always use condoms until one day, when y'all run out and are really in the heat of the moment, you tell him to go raw and he never looks back from that point on lol. provided y'all are safe ofc!!!!!!!

actual image of seri judging me but knowing I am right

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Missing Ingredient

Pairing: Hal Carter x baker!fem reader (NLLYL AU, himbo and honey)

Words: ~1.7k

Summary: Hal the sweetheart helps out Curtis’s flower with a delivery and meets someone new.

Warnings: explicit language, Hal is definitely a himbo but is adorable, he’s also 6’5”, so much fluff, cutest of meet cutes, no minors due to the AU

A/N: I warned y’all, I am feeling the fluff right now. And oh my god, does Hal scratch that itch. He is the softest, most sensitive of idiots and we must protect him at all costs 😭

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“Hal, you’re a lifesaver!” Hal couldn’t stop himself from grinning when Curtis’s flower came running down the porch stairs excitedly when he pulled up, catching her when she jumped to wrap her arms around his neck and pecking a kiss right on the top of her head. “Thank you so much for bringing these over so fast.”

“A’course, darlin’.” He set her down and grinned when Curtis came around the side of the house with an indulgent smile on his face, wiping off his hands with a cloth as he approached the two of them. “What kinda man would I be if I didn’t help you out just because that lug you’re with doesn’t know how to get his specs right?”

“I got the specs right, she just wanted to be able to house three additional hives.” Curtis pulled her away from Hal and beamed as he stared down at her, missing Hal’s eye roll when he pressed his lips to her forehead and lifted her off the ground while she let out a little squeak. “She’s surprisingly industrious.”

“Um, it’s not surprising at all. Remember when we had to rehouse the chickens? How fast did we knock that out?” It was like Hal wasn’t even there when she bit softly at the curve of Curtis’s cheek, at least until he cleared his throat and the two lovebirds gave a little jump. “Sorry, Hal. You sure you’re ok doing my delivery? I just wouldn’t feel right leaving my timber to do all this work by himself.”

“I’m sure, darlin’.” Hal followed her inside to start moving the crates of food out to his truck, lifting two palettes of fruit easily while Curtis got the dairy. “Just make sure this idiot actually watches what he’s doing and doesn’t get all moony eyed for you and accidentally saw off his own hand.”

“I’m the idiot?” Curtis scoffed after slamming the back of the truck bed closed, grinning at his friend when he just grumbled at him. “Didn’t you get spooked by a caterpillar last week?”

“Aww, that’s so precious!” Hal flipped Curtis off over her shoulder when she gave him a gentle pat on the cheek. “Those fuzzy ones can be very scary.”

“I hate you both.” Hal gave a soft huff when she pouted at him while Curtis just laughed. “You not as much, darlin’, probably forgive you by tomorrow, but your man’s an asshole.”

“We still love you, Hal.” She waved at him as he started up his truck, turning and frowning at Curtis once he started to drive away. “Why do you have to be so mean to him? He’s adorable.”

“He is adorable, he’s also kind of a himbo.” Curtis shook his head when she scowled at him. “Trust me baby, I love the man, but at some point he’s gonna do something that’ll have you fed up.”

Hal hummed softly to himself as he drove into downtown Boston, tapping his finger on the steering wheel and smiling when he pulled up in front of the bakery. Sweet Cheeks was a cute name. He grabbed the chilled crates and propped them on his shoulders before making his way to the front door, pushing it open with his hip and moaning a little at the scent that greeted him.

“Hello?” Hal didn’t see anyone at the counter, still breathing deep of the sweet smelling air as he looked around. “Delivery!”

“Hi!” If Hal hadn’t had such a good grip on the crates he would have dropped them when he jumped at you popping up from behind the counter with a big grin on your face, the streak of flour across your cheek making you look so goddamn homey he couldn’t help but grin back at you. “Hank, right?”

“It’s Hal.” This time he did almost drop the crates when he tried to reach to shake your hand, giving you a bashful look when you let out a charming laugh that made him blush a little bit. “Sorry, just…habit. Where do you want everything?”

“The fridge is in the back, did you park out front?” You peeked over your shoulder at him as you led him back to the kitchen. “Is my loading zone sign down? I have a little lot back here.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that sign was for here.” He should have, it had little cupcakes on it. “That makes sense.”

“That’s ok, it doesn’t seem like it’s too much trouble for you anyway. You’re not even sweating.” Your grin grew even wider when he turned an absolutely adorable shade of pink as you watched him shrug his shoulders after setting the crates down in front of the fridge. “Cmere, try this.”

“What…mmph.” Hal’s eyes widened when you stepped close suddenly and shoved a spatula full of icing into his mouth, your eyes intent on his face and your free hand resting in the crook of his elbow and making him feel even more warm. “Oh, that’s…hmm, that’s nice.”

“Yeah? Not too lemony?” You swiped a tiny bit of icing off his bottom lip with your thumb and popped it into your mouth with a small hum and oh god did he like that, he liked that a lot. “I want to make sure it balances out the rosemary and lavender in the scones well.”

“Scones?” Your hand was still on his arm when he stepped a little closer to you, licking the remnants of the icing off his lips as he stared at your mouth.

“Um, yeah.” Maybe you should have been a little more scared that 6’5” of solid muscle was looking at you like he was going to eat you alive, but something about this guy was giving you good vibes, so you just felt a little faint. “Do you like scones?”

“I do like scones.” Hal realized how close he was to you and got a hold of himself, clearing his throat and stepping back on his heels while he rubbed the back of his neck. “Love scones.”

“Really? ‘Cause I’ve got a whole bunch of new ones I’m trying out for the summer.” You gave this sweet little laugh when he gave you a sheepish grin, stepping close to him when he tried to back up again because now you were excited to talk about all your ideas. “Blackberry thyme, strawberry basil, pineapple coconut, ooh, and orange cardamom cream, those are my favorite.”

“Those all sound amazing.” He wanted to build you a gazebo with a swing in it and watch the sunset with you, it was weird as fuck, but you were so sweet and cute and his normal game of just getting handsy right off the bat didn’t seem like the right call.

“Ok, let me just ice some of these real quick and you can be my taste tester.” You didn't even register his soft groan when you bent over right in front of him to pull the scones off the cooling rack, handing him the bowl of icing and pulling him close to you with that lovely grin he couldn’t help but return. “You’re a good helper.”

“Thank you.” He just stared at you with what he was sure was a dopey look on his face as you iced the scones, sighing softly every time your shoulder brushed against his arm and fighting the urge to smell your hair. “I’m usually no good in the kitchen, at least on my own.”

“You don’t cook, Hal?” Every time you said his name his chest fluttered a little bit.

“No, forgot about the oven once and almost burned my house down.” He shrugged and frowned at himself for making such an embarrassing admission to you right away, this is why he didn’t like talking to girls. “Didn’t seem like a good idea after that.”

“Well, I almost took out my entire apartment complex when I was learning to flambé, sometimes you just have to jump back on that horse.” You grinned at him before shaking your head a bit like you were scolding yourself. “I mean, if you want to. Opting not to cook after something like that is totally valid. I just don’t like the thought of you never having a home cooked meal.”

“Oh.” You were so nice, you hadn’t even laughed at how dumb he had been to almost burn his own house down. God, he liked you. “I have them sometimes. Curtis’s little flower always has leftovers for me when I go there for dinner.”

“Good, here, eat this.” You watched him closely when you handed him a finished scone, beaming when he moaned and gave you a thumbs up after taking a bite. “But now that I know you’re not getting good stuff on the regular, you’re definitely my taste tester. Are you working the site a couple blocks down?”

“Yeah?” Hal grabbed another scone while his mouth was still full from the first one, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to stop him, he was enjoying your food so much.

“Great, I open at six, so you’re going to stop by every morning before your shift to try the scone of the day and make sure it’s up to snuff, ok?” You shook your head at him when he tried to protest with his mouth still full of scone, his cheeks stuffed full like some kind of sexy chipmunk as he struggled to swallow and you just tweaked his nose and giggled at him. “You need a good breakfast, and I get too in my head about recipes, I need an objective third party to try everything out.”

“Ok.” He didn’t know how objective he was going to be, he was pretty sure he was already partially in love with you after eating your food. “I’m paying for coffee, though.”

“Acceptable.” You beamed at him and followed when he went to get the rest of the crates out of his truck after grabbing another scone. “It’s a date.”

[anapotatowriter]

hello love,

Could you maybe write a cute little oneshot ( edmund pevensie x reader) about their first kiss. They are bestfriends but both are shy and awkward or something like that...

you dont HAVE to write it.....

love your work btw.

take care,

with love.

byeeeeee

Mars Bar

Edmund Pevensie x reader

A/N: Hello, love! I am so happy you like my work... I work really hard on it! And can I just say, I have been WAITING for someone to ask me for a best friends to lovers (tho enemies to lovers is my favorite trope). Anywho, the plot gave me Modern!AU vibes, so I went with that :). B/F/N means best friend's name. This is SUPER long... Also, I kinda made it so angsty in the middle, but I hope you like it either way-

As always, if you would like me to change it, feel free!

Summary: Edmund and Y/N have been best friends since they were 3 years old. Now, at 15, they are still best friends. And everyone knows about their feeling for each other, except them.

Contains: Awkwardness, some flashbacks, Modern!AU, best friends to lovers.

Requested: Yep!

The alarm clock rang through the dark and silent room, making me groan and slam my hand onto my phone, blindly swiping on the screen. "Why is school so early?" I said tiredly, sweeping my legs off of the bed and staring at the wall for a few moments. I mustered all my strength to get out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Once I was done, I glanced at the clock and immediately relaxed. I had time till I had to go downstairs. I took my time rummaging through the clothes, wanting to set a good impression for the first day of school. I glanced at my study table and noticed the photo kept there, which definitely wasn't there last night. I walked to the table and picked up the sticky note placed on the photograph. "Have an amazing first day of school. I found this photo while rummaging through the old albums. Can you imagine that it has been 10 years? Lunch in the fridge, don't forget it. Love, mom."

I smiled a little at the message and pulled it off to reveal the photo behind the paper. I gasped as I saw a familiar brunette hugging a girl with E/C eyes. I flipped the glossed paper to see the words, "Edmund and Y/N, the first day of school." I flipped back to the picture of the two of us a grinned. Edmund was smiling widely at the camera while I was annoyed. I remember that day like it was yesterday. "I don't wanna goooooo," I whined, pouting. "Y/N, you have to go to school... And Edmund will be there with you too! Look, here he is," said my mom, pointing behind me. "Edmund, I don't want to go to school," I lamented to the young boy who had been my best friend for two years. "Aww, why?" asked Edmund, intertwining his pinky with mine to show his support. "Because..." I hiccuped before trailing off, not having an answer. "Well, Y/N, I will be with you through all of it, okay? Don't worry," said the brunette, kissing my temple softly and easing away the lines that had formed from my frown. He then brought me into a hug, which made me try to move him away from me. "Edmund, stoppppp," I said, annoyance present on my face. A flash went off, and I scowled at the camera. "Idiot," I huffed, straightening up and pushing him a little. "Let's go," he said, pulling me to the car that would take us to school. "Here," he said, handing me a Mars bar.

"I cannot believe I have been in this hellhole called school for 10 years," I huffed angrily, picking up the photo and going downstairs to get food. I grabbed some food and put my lunch in my bag, glancing up at the clock. Just as I registered the time, I heard a horn outside my door. "Right on time," I chuckled, going towards the door. "Hey Y/N," said a voice as soon as I opened the door. "Ed!" I exclaimed, the boy standing at the door. "God, you are never going anywhere for summer again without me! I can't be without my bestie this long," I said jokingly, quickly wrapping my arms around his neck. "I missed you too, Y/N," he chuckled into my shoulder. "Here," he said once we broke the hug, giving me a Mars bar. "You remembered! I thought you came back only yesterday night!" I exclaimed, taking the bar of chocolate. "It's tradition, right? I couldn't leave my best girl hanging," he said, smiling goofily at me. I couldn't help but examine the way the boy in front of me had changed. His skin was more tan from vacationing at the beach. His jawline had become even sharper, which made me certain that if I were to touch it, I would cut myself. His hair was a little lighter from constant exposure to sun and seawater, which left small streaks of caramel brown in his otherwise chocolate hair. His eyes held mirth and warmth as he smiled at me. His eyes seemed to be scanning me too, a peaceful smile remaining on his face as he gazed at me. His intense gaze made my heartbeat speed up as I bit down on my lip gently.

"HEY LOVEBIRDS, WE NEED TO GET TO SCHOOL," I heard a familiar voice yell while honking, making the both of us jump, and then laugh at the nickname, though Edmund's laugh looked a bit forced. "Hey Susan," I smiled at the young woman sitting in a pink car, the hood down. Her dark brown hair was tousled from the wind, though her bright red lipstick remained perfectly intact, her sunglasses perched perfectly on her nose. "Hey darling," she called, waving wildly to me, her white button-down top moving sleekly. "Ooo, I found this picture by the way," I said excitedly, rummaging through my backpack to get out the photo. "Ah! The start of the Mars tradition!" said Edmund, making me grin widely. "Okay, let's go," I chuckled, making Edmund hand me the helmet with the first letter of my name imprinted onto the back. I bit into the Mars bar and finished it quickly as Edmund started the motorbike. Shoving the wrapper into my pocket, I quickly climbed onto the motorbike behind Edmund, my arms going around his chest on reflex. I could feel his subtle muscles flex as he revved the engine, smirked and winked at me, adjusted his helmet, and then took off onto the road. The wind whistled through my hair, the familiar feeling of riding a bike making me smile. The smell of chocolate, caramel, and old books wafted off of the boy in front of me, a comforting smell I had known forever.

"Bye, Su," I said, waving to the girl who was climbing out of her car sleekly to show off her black flared jeans. "Bye Y/N," called Susan before walking off to her friends. "Ed, I don't even know why you carry that camera everywhere," I said, pulling at the camera around his neck. "I love photography," he said simply, holding the camera up to my face. I held up my fingers in a peace sign, smiling as the flash went off. Just then, I noticed my own group of friends and started walking towards them after hugging Edmund goodbye. I glanced back at Edmund for a second to see him putting his hoodie up, plugging his earphones into his phone as he trudged towards the school.

"Hey girls," I exclaimed happily. "Hey Y/N! Omg, you look so pretty! This break did you wonders," exclaimed B/F/N, grabbing my shoulders. "Thank you! You look absolutely gorgeous too! We should get going," I said, making the other girls nod. We walked into school to go for the assembly, sitting down in our allocated places. "Good morning, students!" said the principal excitedly, receiving no response to his excitement. "I said, good morning, students!" he said louder, making the crowd give a half-hearted response. "We have good news! Next month, this school will be taking a field trip along for a week with two other schools," he said, making everyone cheer, their attention piqued. I looked around the auditorium for Edmund. When I spotted him, he was already looking back at me with the same gleeful expression. "Party!" I mouthed, making him nod quickly and pump his hand as if he was dancing.

Soon, the assembly was dispersed, and I left my friends behind for a minute to run up to Edmund. I leaped onto his back, and he caught my legs on reflex. "Field trip!" I squealed, making the boy chuckle. I slid off his back and moved to face him. "Anyway, I'll see you after school," I said, and he nodded, going off to his photography class while I went to my story writing class. The school day got over quickly, and I met Edmund outside the school building. "Come on," said the hoodie-clad boy, a smile gracing his features. He handed me my helmet, and we both took off to our secret location. This was where we would go every day on the first day of school, during birthdays, and other events in our life. We soon reached the clearing between the thickest parts of the woods that no one dared to venture to. We sat down and laid back, the sky still a light blue since it was not that late yet.

"The field trip is going to be so much fun," I sighed happily, leaning against Edmund, who had his arm wrapped around my shoulders. Edmund brought out his phone and started playing the music out loud, humming along to the tune of our playlist. I stood up and went a little away from Edmund, swaying to the beat of the music. I heard a shutter go off, making me stop my dancing and look at Edmund with furrowed eyebrows. He was holding up the camera, a cheeky smile on his face. "Delete it! I wasn't even posing," I commanded, making Edmund press his lips together before shaking his head. "I won't! It is beautiful! Come see," he said, patting the patch of grass next to him. I huffed and walked near the boy, plopping down next to him. "See," he said, showing me the photo. My clothes were moving, making the edges of the photo a bit blurry. The sun was shining down on me, making everything look golden. My eyes were closed as I spun around. A small smile was on my face, making one come onto my face as well. "See. Absolutely beautiful," he whispered. I looked up at him to see him already looking at me, his bottom lip between his teeth. My breath hitched in my throat at the dazed look in his eyes. My eyes flickered down at his lips before going back up to his eyes.

"We should go," I said, standing up suddenly. A feeling was caught in my throat, which made my heart beat faster. "Yeah, we should," said Edmund, rubbing the back of his neck while standing up. We stood in tense silence for a few minutes before I cleared my throat and said, "Let's go?" He just nodded, and we went to the bike, trudging silently through the dense forest. I hesitantly grabbed the seat instead of wrapping my arms around Edmund as I tried to distance myself from the boy.

"Bye," I hummed, just leaving once he dropped me off home, not bothering to anything else. As I lay in bed that night, my mind could not help but flicker back to that moment in the woods. As my stomach churned, I went through more and more memories of Edmund and me. I picked up my phone and glanced at the time, 10:43. B/F/N would probably be awake. I texted her, "Hey can you pick me up tomorrow?" "Yeah, sure... what happened to lover boy?" texted my friend back immediately, making that same feeling clog my throat at the nickname she had given. "Nothing," I texted, not bothering to elaborate about the fact that I might have been in love with my best friend and hadn't even realized it until now. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb and curled up into the blankets, doing my best to think of anything except Edmund.

"Y/N, where are you?" asked Edmund agitatedly when I picked up the phone. "I told you last night, Edmund, I got a ride," I said, sighing as B/F/N glanced at me in concern. "Bye Edmund," I said, cutting the call as the boy started protesting. I put my phone on airplane mode, not wanting to be disturbed by the boy who was already plaguing my thoughts. "What happened to you and lover boy?" asked B/F/N, keeping her eyes on the road. "Nothing," I said curtly, not wanting to get into it, my eyebrows creased. There it was again! That same nickname! "Come on, Y/N! You both are practically inseparable! Something horrible must have happened!" she insisted. I didn't even bother to respond, just leaning my head back and closing my eyes. "Let's talk about something else then," said B/F/N, making me leap at a chance to change the subject

"We're here," said B/F/N, pulling up in front of the school building. "Thank you!" I said happily, both of us walking towards the rest of our friends. "Y/N? Did you come to school with B/F/N? What happened to lover boy?" asked another girl in the group, making me stiffen. Why was everyone calling him that? And how long had they been calling him that? "Can we talk about the field trip?" I asked, immediately making the conversation shift towards the upcoming field trip. I half-heartedly participated in the discussion before trudging off the class, not even bothering to look for Edmund.

"Edmund and the others," I heard my mom say, immediately making me snap my head up from the pasta I had been toying with. "What?" I asked, fighting the surprised look on my face. "I was saying that we are meeting the Pevesnies tomorrow. You barely bring them home anymore, and it's been so long since I have seen Edmund and the others," my mom repeated, blissfully smiling as she ate. "I don't think I can come," I muttered, ignoring the queasy feeling in my stomach at the name I had avoided for a week now. I glanced guiltily at the face-down phone on the table, on which Edmund had called and messaged me a hundred times. I just couldn't bring myself to talk to the boy who had been my best friend and have our years of friendship ruined. Instead, I opted to ignore him, speeding away from him when he tried to talk to me at school and not replying to his calls or texts. I had hoped that this separation would make me stop thinking about him, but I was miserable. The days crowded together, and I missed the brunette's smile and stupid jokes and camera more than ever. "Oh, come on, darling! You've barely met them! You are coming tomorrow, and that's final," proclaimed my dad, slapping my shoulder jovially and complimenting my mom on the pasta. Dread swirled in my stomach as I went to my bedroom, not bothering to excuse myself. I stuffed my face into the pillow, dreading the Sunday dinner I would have with the Pevesnies.

"Y/N!" squealed Lucy as soon as the door opened, making me stumble back at her velocity before hugging her back. "Hey darling," I said through laughs, lifting her up and swinging her around before placing her on the ground. "Hey Y/N! I missed you, it's been a while," said Susan, giving me a small hug. "Y/N," another familiar voice boomed, making me chuckle. "Peter!" I cheered, hugging the boy tightly. He immediately picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, making me laugh as I slammed my fists on his back. "You are not leaving for this long again!" said Peter, dropping me onto the familiar couch in the Pevensie living room. "Why didn't you visit for so long?" asked the blonde, plopping down next to me. My eyes glanced around at that, and I noticed the brunette standing in the corner of the room. He was leaning against a wall, his dark green sweater's sleeves rolled up his arms, which were crossed. His normally cheerful brown eyes glared at me, making me gulp guiltily. "Oh, you know, just school work," I mumbled, my eyes trained on the boy who glared at me with pure hatred.

The dinner passed awkwardly, with me and Edmund barely conversing. Soon, my parents were wishing the Pevensies good night, making me practically sigh in relief. The only problem was that all the other Pevensies had gone to bed, leaving me and Edmund to stand in the living room while our parents guffawed over their last drops of wine. "So... how's school going?" I asked, having nothing to talk about. "Oh, it's okay," shrugged the boy, his gaze continually flickering towards the parents. "I developed some photos," he mumbled, reaching into the pockets of his jeans and pulling out a few photos. The photo at the top was the photo Edmund had taken in the clearing. I smiled softly, though it wavered as I remembered the moments after that. "What happened, Y/N? I really miss you," mumbled Edmund, so softly that I didn't even know whether I was meant to hear it. "Something changed, Edmund... I don't think we can go back to the way things were," I said softly, going to the next photo which Edmund had taken in the morning on the first day of school. "Please Y/N... I need you," he said with so much hurt in his voice, I couldn't help but look up. His brown eyes were glossy, the yellow lights in the room making his pale skin look golden. His eyebrows were scrunched up, a sign of his I had learned to recognize as one of hurt. "I don't think I can, Ed," I choked out, making the boy's eyes waver as he glanced down at the table. "Thanks for the photos," I mumbled, getting up and leaving the room. I glanced back one last time to see Edmund's hands entwined with his dark hair, a few tears shining on the table in front of him. When I reached home, I rummaged through my clothes in hopes of doing something with my hands. A familiar brown package of chocolate slipped out of one of the pockets of my clothes. The dam burst and I slid down the door of the wardrobe, sniffling well into the night, clutching the Mars wrapper tightly in my fist.

The days passed like a blur, each day worse than the next. Smiles on my face came around less often and faded much faster than they used to. My conversation with people slowed to a halt, with me barely present as people conversed around me in incoherent words. The day of the field trip soon arrived, but the excitement I had felt for the trip a few weeks ago was gone. It had now been three weeks since I had last been around my best friend. Three painful, grueling weeks. I had forgotten the support and carefree fun that Edmund used to bring into my life.

On the day of the field trip, my suitcases laid packed at the front door. My mom kissed my cheeks and forehead multiple times as I tried to leave, but I had too little energy to protest. The bus ride was slow, and I slept for most of the trip, the excited chatter around me lulling me to sleep. Soon, we reached th camp where we were supposed to have our field trip with two other schools. Everyone chattered around me excitedly, and even I could feel the happiness bubbling in my chest. The tall sycamore trees that surrounded the place and the small cabins for the students made me smile, a gesture that made my cheeks hurt. As I glanced around the green forest, I caught the eye of a familiar brunette. Edmund looked back at me with a sense of longing but glanced away just as quickly as our contact had been. The smile faded from my face as I gulped, waiting for the room allocation.

I was camped with a girl from one of the other schools, who had informed me beforehand that she would be with her boyfriend and wouldn't be staying at our own cabin. I smiled politely and nodded, needing the alone time. Soon, it was time to eat. We went to one of the larger clearings, where a huge bonfire was roaring, and small tables littered th expanse. Edmund sat alone at one of the tables, taking photos of the objects around him that piqued his interest. I smiled subconsciously at the relaxed state of the young boy, his dark hair tousled and falling in front of his face, the camera covering the rest. "Y/N! Come here!" said B/F/N, making me snap out of my trance and walk up to my friend. She was chatting animatedly with one of the girls from another school and her boyfriend. "Were you staring at lover boy?" teased B/F/N, wriggling her fingers at me. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I swatted her hands away, my eyes turning towards the ground in empressement. "Oooo, who is this lover boy?" asked the other girl, making B/F/N break into a whole rant, ending with pointing at Edmund, who was photographing the raging fire. "What a nerd," chuckled the boyfriend, making me scowl at him. "Look at that camera, it's such an old model. And what is he doing, sitting all alone at a field trip?" he asked, slapping his thigh animatedly. "Shut up," I said through gritted teeth, making the boy laugh harder. B/F/N was glancing at my expression worriedly, trying to get the boy to stop talking. "Sweet piece of ass like you? Come hook up with me instead of that idiot... I am sure my girlfriend won't mind you hooking up with the great Chad... his photos probably aren't as good as mine anyway," said "Chad" while his girlfriend scowled at his statement.

And at that moment, everything snapped. "Fuck you," I growled, seeing red. I lunged across the table at Chad, throwing a good punch at his face, which definitely broke his nose. "What the fuck!" he yelled, and we were fighting, throwing kicks and punches at each other. "Y/N, stop it," squealed B/F/N as the other girl tried to get her boyfriend to stop fighting. "Y/N, enough," another familiar voice commanded. At any other time, my mind would have automatically obeyed that command. My mind, however, was too clouded with rage to comprehend the words. That moment of distraction gave Chad enough time to punch me on the side of my head. My vision blacked out as I fell, the punch effectively knocking me out. The last thing I registered was the smell of chocolate, caramel, and old books as a set of arms kept me from falling to the ground directly.

"Ow," I groaned as I felt a spiking pain in my head. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked around to see the walls of the infirmary. "Y/N! You're awake!" exclaimed a familiar voice, the loud sound making me cringe in pain. "Oh, sorry," muttered Edmund in a lower voice. "How are you feeling?" he asked, looking at me with wide eyes. "I'm fine... my head just stings like the fucking dickens," I groaned, slowly touching my throbbing head and sighing. "Here," he said, handing me a Mars bar, making me smile. I unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it. "Now, why did you, Y/N L/N, goody two shoes, start a fight?" asked the boy, concern lacing his expression as he gently touched the bump on my head, making me choke slightly on the piece of chocolate. "It's not a big deal," I muttered, strongly swallowing, crossing my hands in front of me. "Well, if you get into a fight with someone you barely even know, I think I should know why," he persisted.

"He insulted your photography skills," I muttered softly, looking away from the boy. There was a moment of tense silence as Edmund started at me with his mount agape. "You got into a fight about something as stupid as PHOTOGRAPHY?" he yelled, making me jump. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, STUPID? YOU CARRY THAT CAMERA AROUND AS IF IT'S YOUR BABY!" I yelled back, my head throbbing even more. "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT IT!" he screamed frustratedly. "BUT I CARE ABOUT YOU! I LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS," I yelled immediately before slamming my palm onto my mouth. There was a moment of deathly silence again as my eyes widened in horror. "... what?"

"... I am asleep, what are you talking about," I said, closing my eyes and pretending to sleep. "Y/N, what did you say," said Edmund, grabbing hold of my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "Nothing!" I exclaimed, trying my best to not spill. "Well, you said something!" he said, making me sigh. "See! This is why I stopped hanging out with you! I physically cannot lie to you, especially now that I know that I have been completely in love with you for ages and didn't even realize!" I said before slapping my hand on my mouth again and groaning. Why did I always do this? "You're... you love me?" he asked, his eyes widened to the point I was concerned that his eyebrows would forever remain buried under his hair. "... sorry," I mumbled, my eyes dropping to the sheets covering me as I tried to stop the tears welling in my eyes. I just lost my best friend forever. "I love you too," I heard his voice say softly, making me look up, a tear spilling down my cheek. "Oh no, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Should I call the nurse?" he asked, panicking at the sight of my tears. "You love me back?" I asked softly, making him stop, a dopey smile stretching onto his face. "Only since like, the 6th grade," he said lightheartedly, making me laugh a little. I cupped his face and kissed him softly, a smile spreading on my face at the feeling.

A few seconds later we split apart, my forehead resting against his. He laughed softly, wiping away the last tear on my cheek before pulling me in for a kiss again. "Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY?!" yelled a voice as the door burst open, making me jump and move away from Edmund, who awkwardly moved his hand through his hair. "OMG, DID YOU TWO KISS?! FUCKING FINALLY! JASON, YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS," yelled B/F/N while running out of the cabin, leaving me with my mouth ajar.

"THEY BET ON US?!"

[theanonymousloser]

jailbreak pt 2

you can read pt 1 here

pairing: gally x fem!reader

requested: no

word count: 1.2k

warnings: harassment, douchebags, dumb boys, kinda cringy tbh

description: gally accidentally scares the reader and in turn one of her biggest fears is revealed

The morning after their game of jailbreak, Y/n awoke and got ready for the day. She headed to breakfast.

"Hey Fry," she said as Frypan put some pancakes on her plate.

"Hi, Y/n. Sleep well?" He smiled.

"As well as I could, considering I was surrounded by snoring boys." She said, her smile faltering the tiniest bit.

Frypan gave her a smile of pity and she turned, scanning the room for an empty seat.

She noticed a seat across from Gally which was empty and walked over.

"This seat taken?" She smiled.

"Nope." He said, his mouth full of food.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his manners and sat down. He finished his mouthful of food quickly, before beginning to speak.

"You're stuck with me today," Gally said with a cheeky smile.

It was true because she was so new, she had been going between different jobs to decide which one she would do.

"Ugh, I know, I don't know how I'll get through the day." She said, feigning annoyance.

"What? I thought you would be excited to be with me. Well, maybe not excited, but at least not-"

"Gally! Calm down, I'm only joking."

"What?"

"It was a joke. I am excited to be with you today."

"Oh."

The two began chatting about random things. Their favorite color, favorite joke, etc. They quickly finished their food.

"I can take that over for you," Gally said, pointing to her plate. He stood up and picked up his own.

"No, it's alright, I'll go with you." She said, standing up. The truth was, she was sitting next to someone who had given her weird glances throughout the whole meal. She didn't want to be left alone with him.

"You sure?" Gally asked.

"Mhmm" she said, with one more look at the boy who had been beside her. Gally seemed to understand what was happening because he dropped the subject.

The two handed their plates to the dish washers, and Gally grabbed Y/n's hand, pulling her out the door.

"Where are we going" Y/n laughed, "isn't the workshop over there?" (Idk what the work place is called and I'm too lazy to Google it rn)

"It is, but I have a surprise for you first." He pulled her around to the back of the Homestead and stopped at a door.

"Isn't this just a storage closet?" Y/n asked, confused.

"It was," Gally said.

"Was? What do you mean was?"

"Okay. So you're the only girl here-"

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

"Just let me finish. You're the only girl here, but you're stuck sleeping with the guys."

"Ew, why'd you phrase it like that?"

"Holy shuck, I'm trying to do something nice for you."

"Sorry, sorry, go ahead."

"So, because you're a girl, I talked with Alby and we decided to make you a room."

"Oh my gosh! Really?" Y/n said, a huge smile on her face.

"Yeah" Gally blushed, scratching the back of his neck, his confidence slowly slipping away.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" She said, hugging him.

"Um, uh, yeah so that'll be our project today. Moving you in and building a bed." Gally said, clearly feeling very awkward.

.....

Y/n was a quick learner and they got a lot of work done fairly quickly.

Gally left the room to get something, leaving Y/n alone with the other builders. She had worked up a sweat after a while and decided to put her hair up.

She flipped her head down to make it easier to grab it all. As she was bent over, one of the boys walked over and slapped her butt, causing the other boys to laugh. She stood up immediately and finished putting her hair up. She was fuming, glaring at all of the boys. The problem was, she had no idea who had done it.

Suddenly, Gally walked in. He froze and looked around the room. The boys were still laughing to themselves and Y/n had sat on a chair, pulling her knees to her chest.

"Y/n, can I talk to you outside?" Gally asked, noticing her discomfort.

Y/n simply shook her head, not wanting to stand up to give the boys another chance to strike.

"Y/n," Gally repeated.

"No." She said in a weak tone.

"You all, out."

Some tried to protest, saying they were in the middle of something but Gally would have none of it.

"Now." He said, raising his voice.

After they had left, Gally walked over to her. She turned away and he stopped.

"What-what happened?"

"Was that just your whole plan? Huh? Get me to trust you so that your little builder friends could have fun harassing me and slapping my butt? Is that what this all is?"

"What the shuck are you talking about?" Gally said, extremely confused.

"Oh so now you're playing dumb, huh? I wasn't born yesterday, Gally."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I went to measure something in your room. I told you that. What happened?"

"I um. I was trying to put my hair up," she began, motioning to her ponytail. "And then one of the others, I didn't see which one, slapped my butt!"

Tears were threatening to fall.

"You're sure you don't know who did it?" Gally asked, his jaw clenched. Y/n nodded her head, afraid that if she said a word, she would start crying.

"Okay, umm." Gally began, trying to figure out what to do, "Let's go talk to Alby."

He held out his hand to her and she took it. Even when they started walking, neither one of the two let go. As they passed by the other builders, Gally glared at them, while Y/n leaned her head on his arm.

.....

Alby decided that he would hold a meeting with all of the leaders plus Y/n and the other builders to figure out what to do.

The builders took turns one by one being asked questions as they stood in the middle of the room.

"Why is she even trying to be a builder?" One boy asked, catching everyone by surprise.

"Excuse me?" Y/n said, standing up.

"I mean, she's a girl for shuck's sake. She should be washing dishes or cooking or something."

All eyes were immediately on Y/n who simply stomped over to the boy and slapped him across the face.

There were a few gasps heard around the room. Gally stood up. The boy simply smirked.

"See that there? That fire? That's why I did it." He said. He seemed proud of himself, like he had just won an award, no like he had just sentenced himself to death in the maze.

Gally raced toward him, full speed. Y/n quickly stopped him, she didn't want Gally to do something he would regret.

A few guys walked over to the builder and dragged him out of the room. They put him into the Slammer until it was dark.

.....

"Thank you, Gally," Y/n said, sitting by him at the bonfire that night.

"For- for what?" He asked, confused.

"For everything." The two looked at each other and smiled.

[barakittens517]

PT II: The Finding

Summary: In which Ellis makes some friends! (kinda)

PT 1: The Lost PT III: The Reunion

Words: 3,851

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, minor (slightly graphic) character death, minor religious themes

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral reader

Notes: Gifting a wayyy longer second part because I really want to get to the good shit!!! I'm kidding, but I promise this is going somewhere good (:

Tag List: @ponyboys-sunsets

Now you were awake, at a truck stop far from anywhere you’d been before. Your homicidal companion was preoccupied with one of the driver’s side wheels, and he couldn’t see you. 

Now… Now’s your chance.

You hop over the car door and sling your backpack over your shoulder. You practically sprint  towards the gas station, hoping and praying he won’t look up. 

You make a beeline towards the middle aisle to hide behind the displays. So far, so good. You pretend to be fixated on the snacks, but you keep peeking over the aisle to make sure Rin is still outside. 

“You findin’ everything all right?” a gruff voice asks from behind you. You jump at the sudden noise.

“Y-yeah, I think so,” you stutter. “Can’t decide between a Snickers and a Reese’s cup.” 

The gas station attendant behind you chuckles. “That’s a tough one. My vote would be for the peanut butter.”

You offer a nervous smile and meet the attendant’s eyes. He’s older, likely in his fifties, with graying sideburns and a scuffed baseball hat with St. John’s Outfield Angels stitched on the front. The nametag on his collared shirt reads Ryan.  

“Thank you, Ryan,” you say. 

“Not a problem,” he replies. He tilts his head to the side as your eyes meet, and the strange look that follows makes your stomach flip. In less than a moment his friendly demeanor drops, and he falls to his knees in front of you with tears in his eyes. 

“Jesus Christ!” you exclaim. His hands are clasped in prayer, and he’s rocking back and forth, muttering something under his breath. “Are you okay?” you ask. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a man in a cream-colored jacket heading for the front doors. 

Shit. 

“Um, Ryan?”  you ask. “Should I call an ambulance?” You crouch down as the bell on the front door rings out. Rin is here. You place a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, and he looks up at you. 

“... Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Mea culpa, mea culpa, oh God, get away from me!” he yells. You wrench your hand to your chest and fall backwards to the floor. You can see Rin watching with the ghost of a smile on his face. 

Ryan starts sobbing in earnest now, pressing his palms into his eyes. “I’ve been a terrible man, a sinner and a liar an-and, oh, God forgive me, I am my father’s son!” he wails. You’re terrified, seemingly frozen in place less than a foot from him. 

He looks up at you, eyes rimmed red, and that strange look returns. “Forgive me,” he whispers, so quiet you have to lean forward to hear him. At that moment he rips the ball point pen clipped to his pocket and clicks it open. “You have to forgive me,” he pleads, then plunges the tip into his neck. 

“No!” you shriek, but it’s too late already. He’s hit a major artery, and he’s dead before his head even hits the tile. For the second time in twenty-four hours, you are covered in someone else’s blood. 

Rin applauds from the front counter. “You know, I was wondering about you, Ellis. Thinking you might try and run like this, but now? Now, I think we’ll get along just fine.” 

You wipe the blood from your cheek and try to remember what breathing feels like. “What… the fuck,” you whisper, and now the tears won’t stop streaming. 

Living as long as you have was never this brutal. You avoided most confrontations. The only pain inflicted was on you, never anyone else.

Rin steps over the body in front of you and grabs your hand to pull you up. “I had a feeling about you. Come on, let’s, uh… let’s get you out of here.” You follow him blindly to the front of the store. “Go get in the car. I’m gonna grab a couple of things and I’ll follow you out,” he says, holding the door open. 

You walk silently to the convertible and slink down into one of the seats. You unwrap Rin’s kerchief to wipe the blood off of your hands and find two disembodied eyeballs staring back at you from the cupholder. 

What the fuck.

The alarm bells ringing in your head are muted by the general dissociation you feel. You’re still holding the now-half-melted peanut butter cups in your hand. 

You’re startled by the slam of the car door. Rin is holding out a blue Gatorade. 

“Here,” he says. “It’s gonna be a long drive, and we have a lot of catching up to do.”

You take a sip and choke- it’s definitely blue Gatorade, but it’s also definitely mixed with some kind of liquor. “We do?” 

He grins as he starts the car and pulls onto the highway. “We do.”

You take longer sips of the Gatorade as he drives, grateful for the hydration and the alcohol. The panic you constantly felt is starting to wear off, enough for you to start questioning everything about your seemingly pointless existence.

“You seem to know a lot about what’s going on,” you start. “Who even are you?” 

“You really wanna know?” he asks. You nod. “Well, let’s start with you. Ellis. Something tells me you’ve been passing through a lot of towns in your time.” 

You recall your brief conversation at the bar, if you could even call it that. You sigh. “Um… yeah. I don’t- I guess I don’t remember where I started. It’s just been… a lot of years. Like… I don't know. I don’t really keep track anymore.”

Rin nods. You take another sip of the Gatorade, now half gone. The buzz is making you braver.

“I don’t die,” you say out loud, and the thought startles you. “I never have.” You think back as far as you can, just before the beginning. You were younger, but you looked the same. You always looked the same. 

“Do you dream?” Rin asks. The idea of dreaming catches you off guard. You rarely sleep, and when you do, it’s never more than a couple hours. 

“No,” you answer. 

“What’s the earliest memory you have?” he asks. 

You shrug. “Somewhere… there was a big war. In Europe. The first one,” you clarify. 

“And you’ve always been by yourself?” he asks. 

You think hard but come up blank. “I guess I don’t know. I think so. It’s all… blank.” He nods. You take another sip of Gatorade and grimace at the burn of liquor going down your throat. “What about you? Do you know me, or something?” you ask.

Rin smiles. “Know of you, maybe. I imagine we must’ve left around the same time.”

“Left where?” you ask. 

“The Dreaming, Ellis. I left when the Creator abandoned it. Abandoned us.” The distinct malice in his tone makes you shiver. 

“I’m sorry, the Creator? You mean, like, God?” You hadn’t thought about God in over a century. He didn’t seem to care much for you. 

Rin laughs. “No, worse. Much worse. His name is Morpheus.” 

Your head is spinning trying to follow his story. “So… so, what? What does he create?” 

For the first time, Rin removes his sunglasses. Two mouths with perfectly white rows of teeth smile from his eye sockets. 

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper under your breath. He smiles. 

“He creates dreams,” Rin answers, “And nightmares. I suppose you don’t have to guess what that makes me.” A moment later, he replaces his glasses. You both sit in silence for a moment. “Make sense so far?” he asks.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter. “I think so.”

“He called me The Corinthian,” he says. 

You nod. “Guess the name you told me wasn’t too far off,” you say. “I would’ve gone with Ian, I think.”

The Corinthian laughs. “I’ll take that into consideration next time.”

All things considered, you feel better. Lighter. The Corinthian isn’t going to kill you. You’ve been reassured about your existence- of course you never felt like you belonged. You don’t. Whatever the Dreaming is, that’s where you’re supposed to be. 

You just don’t remember how you got here. 

Or what that makes you.

You cross the state lines into Georgia quicker than you’d expected. The Corinthian drives like a bat out of hell, but you haven’t seen a single cop in hundreds of miles. You haven’t seen much of anyone, to be honest. And you’re grateful, in a sense. The last person that saw you stuck a Bic in his carotid. 

The thought still makes you ill, a feeling even the liquor won’t help. The Corinthian pulls into a hotel parking lot and parks off to the side. 

“Alright, so here’s the deal,” he starts. “I have a job to do.”

“Rose Walker,” you say. He nods. 

“Now, I have reliable information that places her brother somewhere-” he motions to the highway going east- “around here. I intend to find him.”

“So you’re… dropping me off?” you ask. You didn’t usually stay at hotels, and you definitely weren’t looking forward to interacting with other people any time soon. You’d almost hoped the Corinthian would just take you with him, wherever he was going. 

He nods. “There’s gonna be a convention here, the day after tomorrow. I’ll be back then, and I’ll have her little brother with me.” He holds his hand up to stop you from interrupting him. “Now, I understand there’s a lot you don’t know. That’s fine. You’ve been helpful up till now, so I’m willing to help you out. There’s already been rooms booked for me. You just hang out, and don’t cause too much trouble, and we’ll all be home free by the end of the week.” 

You have so. Many. Questions. “A convention?” 

The Corinthian grins proudly. “I’m their guest of honor. Get to make a speech and everything. Now, that room’s booked under ‘The Corinthian’. They’re, uh... They’re big fans of my work. You just tell ‘em you’re with me.”

“Okay.” You shift in the leather seat, unbuckling the belt to grab your backpack. “So I just… wait? And then what?” 

His expression darkens. “I’ll take care of the rest. Just… stay in the room, okay? We don’t need you making anyone else off themselves with office supplies.” It’s a joke, but it stings. You force a smile anyways. 

“No problem.” You slam the door closed- probably a little too forcefully, and start towards the front doors. The Corinthian leans out the window. 

“Here!” he shouts, tossing a pair of black aviators at you. You hold them up and wave as he burns out onto the highway.

The pit in your stomach is growing, but you try not to think about it. Instead, you put the sunglasses on and try to focus on the convention decorations. 

A red banner reads WELCOME CEREAL CONVENTION in bold red letters. You briefly wonder what in the fuck that actually means. 

Inside, you find a line of people waiting to check in. The ones who already have are wearing name tags like The Choir Boy and The Good Doctor. As much as you want to know more, you remember the Corinthian’s warning. You’re supposed to stay in the room. 

Minutes later, you reach the front desk. A very large man in cat ears is sitting behind it, propping up a clipboard on his stomach. “Name?” he asks. 

“I’m, uh, I’m with the Corinthian,” you say. His name tag says Fun Land. 

He looks down at his clipboard, then back at you, annoyed. “You’re not The Corinthian,” he states plainly. 

“I know, I said I’m with him,” you repeat. Fun Land sighs. 

“Fine, fine, whatever.” He rolls his eyes and crosses off a name on the clipboard. “Guest of honor gets free reign, I guess.” He hands you a lanyard with The Corinthian +1* scratched into the label and a room key with a number.

“Thank you,” you say. 

“Yep,” Fun Land replies, looking over your shoulder towards the man behind you. “Next!” 

You make your way upstairs and find your room. It’s a fancy suite- you assume presidential. Something about the Corinthian tells you he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You hang around for a bit, watching the cable channels on the TV until your stomach starts rumbling. You hadn’t really thought to pack food. You don’t want to risk adding to the Corinthian’s bill (if he was even going to be the one paying), but you do have cash. And there is a bar downstairs.

Without a second thought, you grab a handful of bills and stuff them into your front pocket. You take your name tag and the room key with you. You make your way downstairs to the hotel bar and pick a stool farthest from the door, away from most people. 

They’re all grouped together like schools of fish, name tags proudly displayed. None of them make sense to you, but you’re glad you have yours. 

You order two vodka lemonades and a platter of mozzarella sticks. The drinks are strong and the mozzarella sticks are piping hot. You’re done with the platter and both drinks before you even realize it. 

The alcohol is kicking in, and you feel calmer about the situation you’re in. Normally you’d be panicking, surrounded by strange people, wearing sunglasses indoors in case you accidentally cause a suicide. Now you’re still panicking, but in a manageable sense. The panic is relegated to a small voice echoing in the very back of your mind. You sit up a little straighter as you order another drink.

One of the ladies from the smaller group breaks away and heads towards you, waving. “You’re with the Corinthian, I see,” she smiles. Her name tag reads Dark Angel.

“Yes,” you answer, “I got here a little early.”

“Are you a fellow collector?” she asks, eyebrows raised. 

“Absolutely,” you answer without hesitation. You have no idea what you’ve just agreed with, or what a collector does. You’re assuming it is not, as the sign would have you think, about cereal. 

She grins. “That’s fantastic news. Now, you certainly don’t need to make a speech or anything, but you’re more than welcome to join the conference activities. We’re holding several workshops over the next couple of days, and I’m hosting the panel tonight.” She motions to the bartender. “Anything they order, put it on my tab.” She touches your shoulder and winks before rejoining her group. 

Was she… flirting with you? 

Regardless, you take her up on the offer and order two more vodka lemonades and a basket of chicken wings. It’s basically dinner, right? The bartender hands you a pre-mixed bottle the size of a pint of whiskey. 

Once the basket of chicken wings is gone, you decide it’s time to head to bed. You mentally pat yourself on the back for causing no harm, even though you didn’t listen to the Corinthian entirely. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to find out. 

You take the bottle of vodka lemonade with you, giving the bartender a nod of thanks for the life hack. Why order a bunch of little drinks when you could carry a whole portable bottle of them? You stumble into the carpeted hallway and hear Dark Angel’s voice coming from a conference room off to the left. 

You peek in the doorway. There’s a crowded auditorium. It looks like she’s giving a TEDTalk of some sort. Huh. 

You sneak into the back of the room- only for a moment, you tell yourself. Just to see what the convention’s about. 

“I see a lot of old faces in this crowd, and a lot of new ones,” Dark Angel says. She winks at you from the stage, and you raise your bottle to her. She smiles. “I’m glad we could all make it this year. Aside from The Family Man, of course, but that’s no bother.”

You zone out for a moment to take a look at the people seated around you. Something about them makes you incredibly uncomfortable. They’re hanging on every word she says. Some even have pens and pads of paper to take notes. 

“This… business that we’re in, it’s hard work, isn’t it?” Dark Angel asks. The crowd murmurs in agreement. “We don’t get a lot of acknowledgement for our successes. However, I’m hoping to change that in the near future. Considering our remarkable turnout, I’ve been talking with Nimrod.” She gestures towards a shorter man seated in the front, wearing large glasses. He smiles nervously at her acknowledgement. 

“The organizers of the convention have been talking, and we’d like to introduce a cash prize for one very special collector each year.” You perk up at the mention of money. You wouldn’t mind winning, granted, you’re not even sure what winning looks like. 

Dark Angel smiles. “Now, this would be completely voluntary. Anyone wanting to sign up would need to cough up $30 to be considered in the running. Does that sound fair?” she asks. The crowd nods in unison. 

“Now, I understand we all have our motivations for collecting. Nimrod and I thought this would add a bit of fun into the mix. There will be many opportunities to sign up over the next few days, and the winner will be announced at next year’s convention. Any questions so far?”  

A man in the third row, dressed in a three-piece suit and hat, raises his hand. “How is the winner decided?” he asks. 

Dark Angel nods. “Good question. The organizers of the convention and a few volunteers will need to keep record of those who sign up. They’ll watch for relevant news in the next year. A collection that makes headlines will be worth the most points. And, of course, you’ll want to keep track of your own. Next year, we’ll collaborate with all participants and tally up scores. The first winner will be announced by the guest speaker.”

“What if we don’t make the news?” someone shouts. 

Dark Angel shrugs. “Then you’re not a very good collector, are you?” The crowd ‘oohs’ in response. 

You take another sip of your drink. They’re definitely not talking about fucking Cocoa Puffs, that’s for sure. 

“Before we move on, some final notes. The last day for a body to qualify will be a week before the convention. No last-minute points will be counted, especially near or on convention grounds. We don’t shit where we eat, right?” She pauses for maximum effect. You start to feel sick again, and not because of the vodka. Something is seriously wrong here. 

“With that out of the way, I’d like to invite our panel members on stage. Please welcome Scratch, Highlander, Uncle Charlie, and our youngest member to date, FUBAR!” Four men take their seats behind the table on stage. 

“Uncle Charlie and Scratch are two of our oldest members. FUBAR and Highlander are two of our newest. Now, I’ll be moderating questions and moving the discussion along, but the rest I will leave up to the four of you.  Let’s start with an easy one. What inspired you to begin collecting?” Dark Angel asks. 

FUBAR answers first, proudly motioning to the American flag pin on his jacket. “I joined the military out of high school, and let me just say, they let you do anything once you’re off base. They’re basically giving you step-by-step instructions on how to get away with murder. And I’m good at it! Why would being discharged stop me?”

“A war machine making war machines,” Dark Angel comments wistfully. “What about you, Scratch?” 

Scratch is a middle-aged man wearing a stained tank top and cargo shorts. His steel-toe construction boots stick out like clown shoes under the table. His arms and legs are covered in cuts and scrapes in various stages of healing.

“Well, shit,” he starts, “I never did get professional training. S’mostly just compulsion, I guess. Can’t fuckin’ stand the girlies… Only way to shut ‘em up is tearin’ their throats out, apparently!” Scratch guffaws, and the crowd laughs. 

Okay, now you’re going to throw up. It’s no wonder The Corinthian is the guest speaker- you literally met him in the middle of killing someone. Your blood runs cold. Every person in this room has killed. Even you, come to think of it. 

You stumble blindly out of the auditorium and immediately throw up in a large potted plant beside the door. You need to get back to your room, like now. 

“Rough night?” someone behind you asks. You turn and see a younger guy with long black hair staring at the plant in front of you. His name tag reads Blade Runner. You don’t really want to know why. 

“Yeah,” you reply weakly. He reaches for your hand and pulls you up to stand next to him. “I should probably just go to bed.” 

Blade Runner doesn’t let go of your arm. “You know, I’ve got just the thing to sober you up. In my room, of course.” He smiles, revealing a row of impossibly sharp teeth. He pulls you closer to himself and you both make your way towards the elevator. “Now, don’t go causing trouble for me, please.”

“O-okay,” you whisper. The ride up is silent, save for the stereotypically quiet elevator jazz in the background. You briefly consider pressing the alarm button, but assume Blade should be considered armed and dangerous. 

When the doors open on the fourth floor, he shoves you roughly into the hallway. Your vodka sloshes onto the carpet. 

“I’m in 1419,” he says, and you follow the room numbers down to the last door on the right. Your entire body is screaming to make a run for it, but you’re both intoxicated and unarmed. Like an idiot. 

The walls are covered in old black and white photos, pinned with notes attached to each of them. You recognize some of the convention members. He’s been keeping track of them, stalking them. 

“Impressed?” You hear him behind you, but it’s too late. Excruciating pain radiates from the crown of your skull, and then nothing.

For the first time in over a century, you dream. Well, not really. But for once it’s not just black.

You’re in a landscape of black sand, with mountains lining the horizon. Enormous ivory gates rise up in front of you, carved with details you do not understand. 

You nervously walk forward, placing your hands to push them open. The doors creak ominously, but do not move. 

“Hello?” you shout. “Is somebody there?”

Silence. 

“Where the fuck am I…” you mutter, stepping back to analyze the carvings. 

You’ve returned, a voice echoes around you. 

“I’ve never been here before,” you reply. “I don’t know what this is.” 

The ground begins to rumble beneath you. The gates are shaking now, almost vibrating. You can see a sliver of sky between them as they open. 

A shadowy, black figure is standing on the other side. You get the feeling you should already know who they are, but your brain simply won’t place the name. 

 You will remember.