#I keep the spoilers pretty light on this one but don’t watch if you wanna read it blind

[alatoartsalot]

My newest vid is up! Yipee.

[cottonlemonade]

How You Met

word count: 1098 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Hinata x chubby!Reader

genre: angst with comfort, happy ending

warnings: spoilers

It was still hot outside even though it was nearing midnight and Hinata’s eyes began to sting. The temperatures rarely dropped below anything considered perfect summer weather in Japan. Last year when he realized it wouldn’t snow during wintertime he found it new and exciting. This year, the prospect only filled him with dread.

For the most part, he really enjoyed Brazil. He had found a new love in beach volleyball, got along pretty well with the people around him and… and that was about it. It wasn’t unusual for him to feel lonely when he had time to think about something other than training on his delivery runs - or when he was alone in his apartment and happened to glance too long at his lock screen showing his friends grinning widely into the camera.

But tonight felt different. The last delivery he had just dropped off was for a married couple, the husband being Japanese. As he opened the door to receive his food, his eyes lit up and after noticing Hinata’s accented Portuguese when he asked for the money, he had switched over to his native language with a hopeful glint in his eyes. And that was all it took. That short exchange had cracked the dam inside of Hinata that had been filling up since his arrival a little over 18 months ago. He reached a park, scarcely bigger than the gym back home, that, from the looks of it, seemed to be mostly deserted. Through the sparse amount of trees with their lusciously green canopy, he spotted the hustle and bustle of a restaurant. Warm, inviting lights, laughter, music - people having a good time. And as usual, he was on the outside looking in. He slowed and eventually got off his delivery bike. Maybe he shouldn’t be riding it when his vision started to blur. A few drops fell onto the pebbly pathway from an earlier short November shower.

Not bothering to wipe away the water from the bench he plopped down and took a deep breath. He had trouble doing so in the swampy humid air. He leaned forward, staring at the ground. Another wave of laughter carried over from the restaurant. He slung his arms around his chest, his head was almost between his knees now and he coughed a little when he felt a lump in his throat. He began to mutter to himself in Japanese. “Why am I here? What was I thinking? I miss everyone so much. I wanna go home! I -“

“Hey, are you okay?”

Hinata quickly turned his head away, closing his eyes to keep calm.

The voice seemed to belong to a young woman. You stood a couple of meters away, a plastic bag from a convenience store in one, a popsicle in the other hand.

Just wishing you would leave him alone, he nodded but couldn’t stop a small sniffle.

“Yeah, you see, I don’t believe that.”, you said in a kindly teasing sort of way. He only realized now that you spoke Japanese.

You added, “Do you want to talk about it?”

���No.”, he said to his shoes, worried you might think less of him when you saw the big heavy tears now rolling down his face and onto the clenched fists on his knees.

Your shadow, formed by a streetlamp behind you, nodded thoughtfully, then held the popsicle between your lips while rummaging in your bag for something.

Pebbles crunching under your shoes, you came closer and a moment later placed a pack of tissues and a small bottle of strawberry milk next to him, taking a couple of steps back again.

He looked up.

“Of course, I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure everything will seem a little better tomorrow.”

Your smile was genuine and sweet. A slight accent told him you weren't a native speaker but the only thing he could really make out in the faint light was your curvy silhouette.

When he didn’t say anything you went on, “It’ll be okay. Maybe you should get some sleep.”

After a short unsure pause you walked away. He watched you go. His eyes fell onto the gifts next to him and he let out a small thankful whimper, using his shoulder to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall again. Hinata cleared his throat and, gingerly at first, grabbed the milk and tissues to put in his pocket for later.

The following morning he woke up tangled in his bedsheets and quieted the blaring alarm on his phone. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and as he stared at the ceiling of his small apartment the previous night came back to him. A short twinge of embarrassment rose in his chest. It wasn’t that he had never cried in public but just because he had done so before didn’t mean he was immune to the feeling of shame that followed.

He rolled over and spotted the now-empty bottle of strawberry milk sitting on the low table in his cramped room. What would be the chances of seeing you again? At the very least he wanted to thank you for your kindness. But he was also so desperate for a friend, especially one he could speak Japanese with. And so, deciding he would drive by the little park again tonight, he crawled out of bed and got started on his day.

Six days later and still no luck. It was pretty absurd to hope to find one person again in a city as huge as Rio de Janeiro, especially after only seeing them through a veil of tears in the weakened light of a park lantern, but if Hinata was good at anything it was never giving up.

The first week passed. Then the second.

At this point, he had to squeeze the pack of tissues in his pocket to make sure he didn’t just imagine the whole exchange.

Then two nights later, as he hurried up the steps to an apartment building he felt his determination slipping a little. What if he had already passed you on the street and didn’t recognize you? You might stay that kind stranger forever. He rang the bell of this latest delivery and absently drummed his fingers on his thighs as he waited for the door to open.

“Boa n- oh! Hey you!”

Hinata’s eyes widened. He recognized the voice. Oh, he definitely didn’t expect you to be this pretty. A smile, wider than any he had felt in months, spread across his face. Finally. He found you.

a/n: is it very obvious yet that I love the trope of meeting your s/o when one of you is having a really bad day?

[t0ast-ghost]

The last one… it’s been coming for awhile…

Here’s my thoughts on Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

(Spoilers for- well— everything)

- Before watching this movie I was trying to figure out why they chose this name and was told by my mom it’s a Shakespeare reference which.. I should have guessed

- “A Nicholas Myer Film” Cool! Now we know who to blame or bow to

- The music is so fucking intense I’m worried now

- I know Christopher Plummer is famous, I can’t place the face though and I want to say I know the name from the muppet show

- WAIT. Michael Dorn… WORF

- Wanna let y’all know that there was a guy (Harve Bennet) who wanted to create a completely different sixth movie that would’ve been more like a prequel where they recasted everyone to have an “academy era” movie with Kirk, Spock, and McCoy shenanigans. Gene Roddenberry didn’t fucking like that idea (cause only he knows how to cast apparently)

- explosion :)

- Teacup that tells you what ship you’re on. I now understand why everyone hates Quark trying to spread his own brand when Starfleet clearly is trying to push their own into every single crevasse

- HIII SULU HIIII

- It’s nice that they gave him the ship he kept saying he was hoping for in voyage home

- I won’t make a fart joke out of “gaseous planetary anomalies” and I definitely won’t say that Q did it

- DAMN NOT THE TEACUP. NBC Hannibal would fucking hate this movie

- Forgot how much I freaking love George Takei and I am so happy they gave him more stuff to do in this movie

- Falling… for about 7 seconds which is about 4 seconds more than normal

- Fairly certain that’s Janice Rand (5:32) (edit: it is! Hi Janice!!!)

- “We have no need for assistance,” and “Stay out of the neutral zone,” sounds like challenge

- Kirk says “What are we doing here?” STARRRING IN THE SIXTH STAR TREK MOVIEE BABEYYYY

- Scotty bought a boat, Uhura teaches seminars at the academy, I love hearing about their lives, keep going

- “Where’s Spock?” Asked in the saddest wettest voice. Kirk’s got his priorities straight. Er- well- not straight exactly but they’re there

- Them trying to hide that the “special envoy” is Spock when Kirk is sitting there looking at him like this

- Sorry babygirl not taking in any of that information. I am taking in those beautiful eyes tho <3

- Ooooh starting this one off with Kirk and Spock on opposite political sides

- Kirk being the one who has to offer the olive branch probably because Spock thought he could trust him to be on the side of peace (which was a miscalculation cause he’s probably still pretty angry with the whole “you Klingon bastards killed my son” thing…)

- “I remind you this meeting is classified” as everybody splits off into chattering gossip

- Kirk actually getting angry at Spock for “volunteering” them. The giant empty room with Kirk in the shadows and only Spock in the light (plus that random person standing in a dark corner for some reason) augh the mise en scène is wonderful

- I don’t even know how to unpack all that. Kirk so prejudiced against the Klingons (finally taking a more antagonistic stance) and saying “You should have trusted me” WHICH IS WHAT SPOCK HAS ALWAYS DONE. Because he trusted that Kirk would ultimately want peace no matter how battered and broken he became.

- They changed Spock’s ears, made the points more curved into themselves

- Why does every new lieutenant like quoting regulations to Kirk? How many does he just regularly break?

- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY DOES HE LOOK OVER AT SPOCK SO SOFTLY

- I love how shape her hair is (draw it draw it draw it dammnit)

- Whenever creating a Star Trek movie you need someone on the production team who loves the ship departing from space dock scenes

- “I can never forgive them for the death of my boy.” Kirk says my boy

- Okay yes, Valeris should have knocked before entering his room but Kirk should also know to lock his door when he’s talking to his diary

- Why is Valeris so involved in this movie? First she’s talking to Kirk and now we’re following her to Spock’s? Strange (my guess. She’s evil.)

- “It is a reminder to me that all things end.” Like your life. Twice. Also that’s a nice sentiment and all but it’s so sad with the context that even his own original timeline ends

- “Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end.” YEAHHH OLDER SPOCK he’s got a more balanced view on the world and himself

- OKAY I absolutely adore the costume design, especially for Gorkon. Like the golden clips in the hair? The red suit adorned with studs and the giant silver necklace?? The beard??? Amazing

- I like that there’s a “chief of staff” for the Klingons. It’s like the manager at a party city

- “They all look alike” BRO THEY MOST FUCKINGLY DO NOT

- I love the chief of staff being so confused over what the napkin roll thing is. I feel that.

- Ah yes my favourite meal. Blue. With a side of orange of course.

- “I offer a toast. The Undiscovered Country…” Welp. He said it. Time to wrap up the movie

- YEP ITS SHAKESPEARE BABEYYY (thank you Spock for saying that it’s Hamlet, act III, scene I, cause I didn’t wanna look it up)

- “You’ve not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon.” Quoi???

- Spock actively trying to stop Kirk from starting a war

- I think this is such a good part where the Klingons are trying to state their worries. The gradual (or not so gradual) need for assimilation to be apart of starfleet. This is a particularly big problem for the Klingons because so much of their culture has been entwined with violence which Starfleet seems almost hellbent to take away. As well as hearing troubling language such as “human rights” thrown in their faces

- IM SORRY. Kirk. You didn’t. You didn’t just compare someone to hitler.

- Spock looks actually so fucking pissed at Kirk

- “If there is to be a brave new world, our generation is going to have the hardest time living in it.” Gorkon dropping all the good lines

- McCoy just standing there adjusting his outfit and looking like the most tired man alive

- “I’m going to sleep this off.” “I’m going to go find a pot of black coffee.” Both Kirk and McCoy leaving Spock :(((

- The shaky swoop of the camera as Kirk and the rest of the bridge realize that somehow they just fired on the Klingon vessel

- Don’t care about the rest of the movie I just love the scene where everything starts floating on the Klingon vessel

- AUGH THOSE SPACE SUITS OKAY I DO STILL CARE

- Love me some good ol’ bad 3D graphics blood

- Times like this I wish I’d never skipped my tlhIngan Hol classes

- Floating dead Klingons. What. A. Scene.

- Aw Fuck Dude. The one guy getting gravity back online and everything falling to the ground and blood splattering and AUGHHH. Every time I think this scene can’t get better, it does!

- HIII MCCOY!!! He got to rush onto the bridge just to ask “are we firing torpedoes” and I appreciate that :)

- Kirk and Spock fighting over who should go to the Klingon ship and Spock saying “perhaps you’re right” and then putting his hand on Kirk’s shoulder made me more nervous than it should have. Darn you Wrath of Khan! You’ve given me trust issues. (but you're telling me this isn't supposed to look like a nerve pinch???)

- Also Kirk ultimately still trying to maintain peace. It’s his knee jerk reaction to this. He’s got what he’s said he’s wanted when incased in his own emotions about loosing his son but he knows it’s not right

- and finally, yay! McCoy gets to go on the mission!

- The actor for the Klingon that greets them is so good at the rage mixing with grief and sadness

- McCoy to the rescue!!

- Either Klingon blood is pink (like in that one game) or they wanted to keep it pg-13

- “He’s gone into some kind of damned arrest!” McCoy proceeds to straddle the Klingon on top of the table so he has leverage to do proper CPR… I have no thoughts on this that I’d like to share

- I do not believe McCoy’s punches would be strong enough to restart a heart. I’m sorry but they look so puny

- The blood bubbling as Gorkon dies is so fucking good oh my heart

- This is all happening at 2:00 fucking AM??? No wonder Kirk is tired

- “I sympathize, Mr. Scott.” Love when they make Spock say he ‘understands’ or ‘sympathizes’

- SAREKKKK!! Hehe hiiii

- “We are experiencing technical malfunction. All backup systems inoperative.” “Excellent. I… I mean, too bad.” A banger scene from Uhura and Chekov

- Rosanna DeSoto as Azetbur (the Chancellor’s daughter) plays the part so well. Again their portrayal of grief and anger while trying to get to peace is so fucking amazing. LOOK AT HER FACE

- Maybe I’m not so happy about McCoy being on this mission after all…

- The giant circular judgement chamber is so fucking cool

- MICHAEL DORN 🫵

- The sparking gavel <3

- I love the beginning of a translator translating all the Klingon’s words

- WORF IS THEIR DEFENDANT???

- That one Klingon that laughs at McCoy’s joke, wanna be friends?

- “You say you are due for retirement. May I ask, do your hands shake?” “Objection!” “I was nervous!” “No. You were incompetent.” This is like watching reality tv for me. That’s some good drama

- phew thank goodness they’re not killing McCoy. He’s too pretty to die

- The back and forth slow zoom in on McCoy & Kirk and the judge didn’t have the intensity they were going for but I appreciate the effort

- “Better to kill them now and get it over with.” That’s nice Scotty

- Oh shit Spock loosing both of his husbands in one sentencing. That cannot be good for the economy

- “An ancestor of mine maintained that if you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains however improbable, must be the truth.” Ancestor? You mean fucking Arthur Conan Doyle?? Or Sherlock??? Either way that’s a hecking lore drop

- They’ve got a murder mystery aboard the Enterprise, this is my dream

- Hey babe, new Klingon dog beast just dropped (Jackal Mastiff)

- I let out an audible “aww” of pity when I saw McCoy wrapped up in a blanket

- I can’t believe I’m only halfway through this movie what is even happening anymore

- Had a brief pause to voice crackedly yell a little bit. Something along the lines of “I do not care. I do not care! I don’t care! I just want Spock- I just want them with Spock! I do not care!” And then let myself breathe for a second or two (and then made chicken nuggets). The outburst was born of a deep sadness from the fact that they can’t just be happy and retired together. Ok, back to the movie.

- Martia just handed Kirk a blunt change my mind

- “Somebody up there wants you out of the way.” of course, it can’t just be about actual politics between the Klingons and Federation, it has to actually be about Kirk and somebody trying to kill him. Dang it.

- “But the killers may still be among them.” …wait a damn minute.. you’re saying there’s imposters- *pulled away forcefully*

- I love how every commanding officer comes into the kitchen absolutely furious that someone fired a phaser

- On that note: why is there a kitchen? And why are they preparing various cooked birds? Who’s having a banquet tonight?

- What kind of bullshit evolution puts a species genitals in their knees?

- Hate how Kirk just lets McCoy go treat the highly dangerous being alone

- “Spock was right” NO SHIT HE’S LITERALLY AN ANCESTOR OF SHERLOCK

- YASSS SULU!!! Now get your rest you beautiful man

- Spock will literally leave no stone unturned for his husbands

- Either Martia has some really good prosthetics in the cave or she’s wearing someone else’s skin… NEVERMIND haha she’s just a shapeshifter

- Chekov was so proud of himself dammit. Too bad he was so utterly wrong

- Also Valeris is so expressive, kinda loving it

- The planet seems kinda nice in the daylight.. minus the dead body I’d say it’s pretty similar to winters in Canada (yes I made the joke, please delete it before posting) (edit: nope <3 just like Canada. Made your bed, lie in it)

- “Leave me. I’m finished.” Goddamn this man’s worst enemy is the cold. Both times McCoy just gives up and tells Spock or Kirk to leave him (First time being in All Our Yesterdays)

- “If they’re even looking for us.” Bones. Spock would literally NEVER leave the both of you. That aside the rest of the Enterprise crew also loves you like crazy

- Everyone laughing on the channel with the Klingons is so funny

- Holyy shit. Is Kirk going to fight.. himself???

- McCoy angel <3

- “I can’t believe I kissed you.” Yeah. Me neither. You didn’t actually have too.

- Poor McCoy holy cannoli oil. He’s knocked out and when he wakes up immediately gets trampled by two versions of his husband

- HIIII JACKAL MASTIFF HIII

- “Since you’re all going to die anyway, why not tell you.” When I go to watch the cinema sins video (I know I’m sorry) on this movie I bet they’ll say “klingonposition” or smt like that here

- If it’s just Chang that wants Kirk dead that’s so disappointing

- McCoy looks over and sees this

- “What you want is irrelevant, what you’ve chosen is at hand.” SPOCK IS ANGRYYYYY SPOCK IS PISSSED

- Please someone let McCoy take a shower, he stinks

- WAIT VALERIS WAS THE ONE SITTING IN THE DARK CORNER OF THE ROOM IN THE BEGINNING

- The distorted wavy angle that almost feels like it’s going side to side dutch angles with each of Spock’s footsteps as he nears Valeris

- I WOULD HAVE SCREAMED IN THEATRES

- Valeris is fucking crying omg what the actual fuck

- I honestly don’t know how to take that apart. I’m still shocked and screaming a little. The reactions from each crew member being just absolutely horrified

- I’m still reeling from that but I gotta acknowledge the fact that Spock says “I prefer it dark” when Kirk enters his quarters. So did I as a teenager and my mom would tell me it was bad for my eyes

- “You and the doctor might have been killed.” “The night is still young.” They are three months from retirement. Goddammnit let them just get to be retired together on a farm or condo or smt. I don’t give a shit just let them rest.

- “Spock, you want to know something? Everybody’s human.” NO THEYRE NOT IN THIS CONTEXT. That was kind of a big point made in this movie. I think the point you’re trying to make is ‘everyone in the whole galaxy forever will always make mistakes.’

- “Doctor, would you care to assist me in performing surgery on a torpedo?”

- Chang just said, “ah the games afoot” why are there so many Sherlock Holmes references in this one? Like I know they have a hard on for famous literature but this one is named after a Shakespeare quote. Just saying it’s a bit crowded.

- They really wanted McCoy to say smt doctory while making the torpedo so they chose “we’ve got a heart beat”

- I think it would’ve been better if Chang said to be or not to be in Klingon like they did at the dinner table

- So they saved the day? Yay? Kirk and McCoy should legally not actually be there- oh they’re all clapping for them who cares

- SPOCK GETS TO SAY GO TO HELL

- Kirk did not just fucking quote Peter Pan. Shut the fuck up.

- McCoy’s look says it all. And by that I mean just let him retire with his husbands. Oh my goodness.

- Just for my mom I'm mentioning the flared pants (Spock and McCoy look kinda goofy tho)

- Ohhh so this is where they change it from “where no man” to “where no one”

- And the Enterprise rides off into the sun. What kind of Grease ending is that?

Awwe okay all of their signatures at the end was a nice touch

I don’t have much more to say here, I forgot how fun but time consuming it was to do these thought posts. I really really appreciate everyone who likes these posts because it means y’all took the time to read this which is just something so meaningful to me.

Thank you all so much <3

Masterpost

[askuemki]

So I have no idea if I’ll keep this post up, but…

A little rant abt re8?? (And cod.. kinda) maybe venting (just a mess :,)

Disclaimer, take my opinions with a grain of salt I just wanna ramble lmao

Also spoilers, maybe (update, definitely)

So I’ve been having fun dipping my toes into Donna Beneviento (god her last name is hard to spell) content. After watching the gameplays and to at least have a basic understanding for the game, I find myself really drawn to her, maybe more than Alcina tbh

By no means i’m a diehard fan or anything, recently it’s been hard to find a new fandom to get attached towards. As much as I adore cod, there isnt really much to get attached too… like sure, task 141 is a fun group and the there is some GREAT art about the ships- but I only got attached because of Valeria, I won’t deny it at all. I’m a diehard lesbian, but there isn’t really much cannon content of her?? It’s really damn disappointing sometimes, man… same with Laswell. I appreciate all of the fanartists out there though, I adore all of the content here, fanfics or fan art. With Farah, she’s a diffrent story.. personally I never really got attached to her, but as a character she’s pretty neat. Her story sort of brings to light the horrors happening today which is a bit of a benefit…?? But ever since I found out things about both Valeria’s and Farah’s actors I’ve been a little off about things here and there. I don’t think I’ll stop posting Valeria content at all, it just might be a little less offen to indulge in different things.

Some personal things have been happening to make me feel really disconnected from like.. fucking everything for some reason?? Like I’m drifting away from fandoms, I’m drifting away from people and I’m like alone again.. I’m lost in a damn dumpster fire. AI art doesn’t help with this at all.. like why do I draw?? I’ve been drawing since I was in kindergarten like I never really thought of the specifics of perusing art, more or so just that I want to. Like hey, I wanna make a game or movie series, and something in me doesn’t realize I need to put in the effort to learn shit with just ends up in me doing nothing but self pitting on something I can change and ugh.. wish I can slap myself to get out of it.

So I think I’ve been kind of finding myself relating to Donna. Not in her extreme way, more or so just her aspect of being isolated, and just being known primarily for one thing. Like.. our side of art? Damn. Shit. I think I’m worth nothing.. and with Donna we don’t really know much about her besides her being a cursed Dollmaker, and the bare bones of her past. And we both barely fucking speak man… both hide our faces too !! maybe I kin this woman or something I don’t know

But as I was looking through her tumblr tag, I saw a rant about how headcannons and stuff has been stripping away the interesting stuff about the re8 villains… and with the things I’ve seen so far?? I can kinda agree, honestly.

Don’t get me wrong, if it’s not too.. insane? (I know those boundaries are hard to define at times, but maybe REALLY immoral shit for our “normal” world) and people aren’t forcing these headcannons into other people? I don’t mind headcannons. You do you, boo!

But the fan content I’ve seen, people reduce Donna and Alcina (I’m surprised it was pronounced as AlCHIna and not AlSIna, but side tangent over) from the potential they really have. Yeah it’s definitely nice to see Donna more, especially in those intimate moments.. but sometimes I feel like people just depict her as some shy, easily gullible, girl, and not really the mentally deprived woman she is. Like I’d love to see ideas of the different dolls Donna could create, or unique imagery of her mental state outside of having porcelain skin. What about the kinds of plants she takes care of? Or the dolls she makes? I’d love to see more of it, whether she has favorites, or if it’s a situation where she has doll replicas of her deceased family. Man, I really wanna see Donna do more creepy shit, basically.

With Alcina however? She’s kind of reduced to that (I’m going to cringe at these words so terribly, god help me) “hot vampire mommy”.. I’ll take fault for not looking into her content as much, I’m sure there’s great content out there !! (I’m not sure if anyone would do this but.. feel free to send me any fic recommendations or art) With what I want to see for her? I’ve heard from the rant post as a man-hating woman she had primarily female statues in her castle, it would be fun to see what else she has cause of this worldview, as well as more whitty remarks from her; I really enjoy her throwback with Heisenberg. Just in general.. her being a comical villain.

Okay so, the reason why I made this post in the first place before all of this shit threw up from my brain. Belladonna. At first, this ship really interested me, I like the character dynamics, the art was neat. But then something came up in my mind.. (as well as another rant post on the ship..) isn’t the Dimitrescu bloodline related with Donna? Both are failed experiments from Mother Miranda, and technically adopted by her. Though from what I know, Donna is the only one officially adopted. So would that be family..? I’ve seen a few places where Alcina called Donna her sister, and it makes me feel really off.

And I’ve seen in a few fanarts, Donna technically older than the Dimitrescu sisters posed next to them like another sibling??

I would like to endorse the ship, but just the morality of everything is off centered for me. I rather not support weird incest…

So please if people could maybe clarify for me whether it would technically be okay for support this ship.. I’d appreciate it. If it isn’t okay, I have plans on making a fan character anyways, or I can take current characters and make a resident evil au or something, and ship them when Donna. (I have a character that honestly looks like a mix of Alcina and Bela, but by no means she’s relates to the franchise, lmao)

By no means I’m experienced in resident evil lore or the fandom, this is just coming from a newer fan of the series, and what I’ve seen so far.

If you read all of this.. thank you?? I apologize if I sound ridiculous here, this is like the only place I can rant abt things without being brushed off for other shit

Good night now!!! I need to stop pushing my sleep boundaries ugh

[ghouly-boiiiii]

A Light in the Dark 🕯️

Chapter 3: Pecking Order

Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul

In this chapter...

“If I recall, you were the one who ended up face down in the dirt, drooling all over yourself.” She smirked as she pointed the knife at him and watched The Ghoul’s smile fade. “It must be pretty embarrassing. Big, tough bounty hunter like you. At the mercy of a weak little vault dweller like me. You must have felt pretty pathetic.”

The bounty hunter frowned, then she lunged at him suddenly, nearly touching the blade to his neck before he grabbed her wrist. “Vaulty–” He said, his voice gruff and confused.

“I don’t care who you think you are. You are not going to push me around. And I don’t wanna hear any more of your cute little jokes at my expense… You got that?”

Summary: As they begin their journey across the Wasteland, Lucy is very angry and fearful towards the Ghoul, but she wants answers. He, however, is harboring secret feelings for Lucy ever since she saved his life. Having not been with anyone since Barb, and believing she would never feel the same, the bounty hunter has to deal with these feelings on his own. Little does he know, Lucy finds herself having inexplicable feelings for him as well, and struggling to make sense of them.

Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Casual Sex Lucy and No Wait Let Me Court You Cooper, Cooper is touch-starved and rusty in bed, He's also self-conscious about his body, Ghoul channels old romantic Cooper, Lucy is confused by strange surface dweller mating customs, She helps him discover his old self, He helps her discover her true self, Did I mention there would be angst

Rating: Mature - Word Count: 2,191

SPOILER WARNING: Contains all the spoilers. No trigger warnings except eventual sexy time with a zombie man and lots of angst.

Luckily, the rain didn’t last very long. Which was a bit of a disappointment for Lucy, but if it had lasted much longer, they would have had to find shelter somewhere that would keep them dry, which was an inconvenience The Ghoul really didn't want to deal with. 

It didn't take long after the rain let up for the old bounty hunter to start sawing logs. But for Lucy, sleep was far more elusive. With the quiet stillness, it was harder to stop the whirring in her mind. Thoughts looped over and over, in a maddening dance as she continued to try to process the recent events. She had to deliberately try to stop herself from thinking in order to finally fall asleep.

The vault dweller wasn't sure exactly when she finally drifted off, but she was sure it'd only been a couple hours when she started to wake to the feel of the warm sun on her face and the quiet rustling of her traveling companions. 

She stayed there for a short while, not quite ready to move, until she heard the distinct voice of The Ghoul whispering mischievously, along with the whines and pants of an excited Dogmeat.

“Lick her face… Go on. Lick her face.” Lucy heard him click at the dog. “No. Over here. Hey .”

Her brow furrowed and she smirked as she opened her eyes to look up and see the old bounty hunter standing over her.

“Aw, darn.” He said with a grin. “She's already awake.”

The dog barked excitedly.

The vault dweller groaned sleepily and pushed herself up onto her elbow. “Ugh… I take it, it's time to get up…” She said in mild annoyance, but also a bit of amusement.

The Ghoul laughed and tilted his head. “Rise and shine, Princess.” He said with a grin. “I hate to interrupt those nice dreams a yers, but we gotta get this show on the road.”

“Ugh… yeah…” She said, then shook her head. Lucy couldn't quite remember what she was dreaming about, but whatever it was, she knew it wasn't ‘nice’. “Right… yeah… I’m… I’m up…” She said, pushing herself to a sitting position.

Dogmeat suddenly dove in and started licking her face.

“Ahh! Pfft… Oh! Okay! Good morning to you too!” She said and tried to shield her face, but also took a moment to scratch the pup behind the ears. 

The Ghoul laughed heartily. “Eh… you’re supposed to do that before she wakes up, Dogmeat.”

“Oh! Yes, yes. Thank you. Thank you, Dog… uh… Dogmeat.” She thought it was a pretty odd name for a dog, but she also thought… what else could she expect from The Ghoul? 

“Awake now, ain’t ye’?” The bounty hunter laughed again as he headed back towards the fire pit. “Ain’t nothing quite like the smell a’ dog breath in the mornin’, ay Vaulty?” He joked, then clicked his tongue at the dog. “Come on, now. That's enough.”

“Yeah.” She said, wiping the saliva off her face - now free of the canine, who quickly ran back over to The Ghoul. “Thanks for that.” 

“Well, there are worse ways I coulda woke you up.” He said with a grin, then grabbed a bowl sitting near the fire.

She rose a brow. “...Such as?”

“Let’s just say, now’s a good time to start learnin’ to sleep with one eye open.” He strode over to her and held the bowl towards her. In it, were what looked like some pieces of cooked meat. 

Lucy scowled up at him. “...Is that a threat?”

“That’s lesson number two .” He said and shook the bowl at her. “You eat now. I don’t care if you’re hungry or not, you gotta eat.”

She looked down at it, furrowing her brow. “What is it?”

“That there’s mole rat meat.”

“...Mole rat?”

“Yeah. Tastes just like chicken. You’ll love it.”

She couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. “...Where did you get this?”

“Over there.” He said and pointed out to the bushes behind him.

“Oh.” She blinked.

The dog suddenly lunged for the food.

“Ay! Dogmeat!” The Ghoul scolded. “No! That ain’t yours! You already had some.”

The dog stopped, then looked up at him and whined.

“Go on, now. Get.” The bounty hunter waved his hand at her, then turned and started heading towards the fire. “There ain’t gonna be enough food for anybody with this mutt around.” He said, but in an affectionate way, towards the dog.

Lucy smiled a little, then looked down at the bowl. Amused, but also relieved. It seemed he was making a genuine effort to be kind and friendly to her. She still didn’t trust him, and she wondered if it would even last, but she appreciated it nonetheless. And she decided… if he was going to make an effort… Well, gosh darnit, she was going to too!

She reached into the bowl and took out a piece of the meat before cautiously nibbling on it. “Hey, that’s… actually not bad.” The vault dweller said in genuine surprise. 

The bounty hunter chuckled a bit as he knelt by the fire. Over it, a hairless creature the size of a dog and shaped like a potato with two pairs of very, very large teeth was roasting away. “You think that’s good, wait ‘til you try the gecko .” He said as he proceeded to carve up the rest of it.

It was a little disturbing, but… by far not the worst thing she’d seen up here. She stood up and joined him by the fire as she nibbled on her breakfast. “So… what’s the plan? What are we doing today?”

“You don’t waste time. Do you, Vaulty?” He said, slicing away.

“Ideally, no.”

“Well… I figured we’d head up that there hill.” He said and pointed with his knife towards the cliffside.

She looked up in the same direction, then down at her Pip-Boy. “But that’s northwest… shouldn’t we be heading northeast?” 

“It’s only a slight detour… besides… more likely to avoid the deathclaws this way.”

The vault dweller paused. “...What’s a deathclaw?”

“Trust me, sweetheart. You’ll know it when you see one.” The Ghoul stood up and exhaled as he looked at her, appearing slightly annoyed. “Now, why don’t you stop yappin’ and finish yo food so you can help me slice up this hog. I know you good at it.” He taunted with a grin.

She stopped chewing to glare at him a moment and shook her head. “...You’re such an ass.”

The bounty hunter chuckled in amusement. “Well, you could try ta’ cut me up next, if that’ll make ya feel better. Just don’t expect me to make it easy for ya.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Give me a knife.”

He grinned and handed her another blade. 

She put her bowl down as the two crouched on either side of the ‘hog’ and started fileting the rest of the meat. “...So what’s the other reason we’re going that way?”

“Well, if we're lucky, we might be able to find something that'll make this little road trip a’ ours go a bit faster.”

“And what’s that?”

“I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you've never ridden a horse before, huh?” The Ghoul said, leaning over to peek at her from behind the mole rat.

“A… horse?” Lucy froze and felt a twinge of excitement rush through her, though she tried to hide it. Her head rose up from above the carcass to look down at him. “We're gonna ride a horse…?”

He leaned back and looked up at her. “Maybe. Can't guarantee we gonna find one. So don't get yer hopes up.” Then looked back down and continued cutting. “And if we do find one, they don't look much like how they used to no more.”

The vault dweller came back down and continued as well. “...My dad and I used to watch these cowboy movies…” Her lip shook at the memory, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed those feelings away. “I remember always wanting to ride one.” 

“A cowboy?”

“What? No…” She said and peered out from behind the mole rat this time, narrowing her eyes and glaring at him. “...A horse .” 

The Ghoul started snickering. 

“Very funny.” She said, then tilted her head at him. “You… know who Cooper Howard is, right? You ever watch his movies? Seems like something you'd be into…”

The Ghoul paused a moment at the name, then replied casually, “...Why? Because I’m a cowboy?” 

“Well… yeah, I guess.” She pondered a moment. “I mean… you kinda remind me of him, to be honest.”

He chuckled, then ground his teeth a bit. “...Guy was a talentless hack. And sell out. Not to mention a fucking coward.” 

“What…? Cooper Howard was a good man... He was a soldier and a patriot. He wasn’t a coward.” She scowled, leaning over further to see his face, but he seemed to be avoiding her gaze.

“You don't know the half of it, sweetheart.”

“Why do you say that? What would you know about him?”

“Well, let's just say… I knew him well.” 

“You… knew him? No way!” Lucy said, almost throwing herself to the other side of the firepit. “Tell me about him! What was he like?”

The Ghoul’s eyes shifted and narrowed at her. “...Why do you wanna know so bad?” 

“Uh… well…” She pulled herself back to her side, straightening up and clearing her throat. “No reason, really… I’m just… curious... That’s all.”

He leaned over to look at her again, narrowing his eyes as if to study her a moment, then tilted his head. “What… are you like a… fan ‘er somethin’?” 

“Well… I mean…” She fidgeted a little, averting her eyes. “I-I guess you could say that…” 

The bounty hunter rose his brow, then leaned back out of her view and shook his head. “Hwoah, boy...” 

“What?”

“Yeah… I think it's probably best if we change the subject.”

“Why?”

“Well, you know what they say about meetin’ your heroes...” 

“I didn’t say he was my hero! ” She blurted out suddenly, shrugging to try and hide the flush in her cheeks. ”Where did you get that idea!?”

He blinked a couple times, a bit startled by her outburst. “...It’s a figure of speech, darlin’.”

“Oh. Right. Sure. Of course.”

He chewed on the inside of his lip as he finished up, looking down at the pile of meat he’d harvested. “You ‘bout done with that side?” 

“Uhh… I think so?”

The Ghoul stood and went around to her side, tilting his head at her handiwork. “Not bad, Vaulty.”

She turned to look up at him, her expression a bit unimpressed. “...So glad you approve.” She said and stood up, brushing off her hands. “Don’t ever expect to do that to a person again, though.”

He smirked at her and raised his brow. “Oh, we’ll see.” 

Lucy took a deep breath, then exhaled through her nose before shifting her eyes towards him. “You know… you really shouldn’t be so smug.” She said, stepping closer. Her demeanor, surprisingly threatening. 

It was enough to make The Ghoul lean back a little as she approached.

“If I recall, you were the one who ended up face down in the dirt, drooling all over yourself.” She smirked as she pointed the knife at him and watched The Ghoul’s smile fade. “It must be pretty embarrassing. Big, tough bounty hunter like you. At the mercy of a weak little vault dweller like me. You must have felt pretty pathetic.”

The bounty hunter frowned, then she lunged at him suddenly, nearly touching the blade to his neck before he grabbed her wrist. “Vaulty–” He said, his voice gruff and confused.

“I don’t care who you think you are. You are not going to push me around. And I don’t wanna hear any more of your cute little jokes at my expense… You got that?” 

The Ghoul’s lips curved up into a grin, then he opened his palms at his sides in surrender. “Well… old habits die hard… but I don’t wanna be losin’ my head, now, do I?”

Lucy just glared at him. “I would assume not.” 

They stared at each other for a moment before the bounty hunter reached up to take the knife. 

She quickly jerked it away. Then smirked, turned it around, and offered him the handle. 

His eyes moved between her and the blade, before he hesitantly took it from her, looking back up at her as she let go. “Well… you just fulla surprises… ain’t ya, sweetheart?”

“I am not your sweetheart, honey .” She glared at him dismissively, then turned around and picked the bowl of meat up off the ground. “Got anything to put this in?” 

The old bounty hunter just stared at her, the blade still in his hand.

“Well, come on . Help me get everything together… We gotta get moving.” 

He watched her for a moment longer, then slowly turned to the dog, who was sitting next to him whining for more food, and put the knife away. “Well… you heard her. Let’s get movin’.”

To be continued...

[lifes-line]

I’ve been obsessed with the 2016 Falsettos recently so I’m gonna post about it—

(Esp because Andrew rannells is in it and he’s my favorite actor ever)

Spoilers for those who don’t know how the musical goes if you wanna listen/watch it its on YouTube—

SPOILERS AGAIN (please watch the musical I beg)

So-

In ACT 1 we get introduced to Whizzer through “four Jews in a room bitching” but we really get to know him through “Thrill of first love”

And that’s actually where we start seeing foreshadowing of what happens to Whizzer at the end of this musical.

In the song Thrill of first love we find out Whizzer is a little bit vain, cheap, and very fit.

Through his lines/lyrics

“He doesn’t share my devotion to… style” and then he gestures to his figure which we see that the clothes are pretty snug and fit well on his body. Now the audience knows Whizzer is very fit for his age and he’s physically doing pretty well.

“I was trained in karate.”

Again they get the audience to think about Whizzer’s form and figure a thought to put in the back of their(the audience’s)mind.

“Whizzer screws too much to see, what joys monogamy, what a joy is saving his joys for one man”

So I’ll come right out and say it- Whizzer gets HIV/AIDS in the second act and dies by the end of the musical. This lyric pretty much explains that Whizzer has had sex with men before, possibly during, and even after dating Marvin during the events of act 1(he’s implied he’s stopped once he gets back with Marvin in act 2) - so this tell us how Whizzer got sick.

Next song, act 1

Before the song “this has gotta come to end” - the lights go dark, spotlight on Whizzer and there’s an alarm signaling time is up and it’s obvious only Whizzer can hear this alarm.

Foreshadowing to the audience Whizzer will eventually run out of time.

Next song,

In Whizzer’s song “the games that I play” again explaining how he got sick he quite literally says “I screw every morning” meaning every morning with Marvin or not he has sex.

ACT 2:

Now before things go to shit, in the song ‘Falsettos land’ we get to see Marvin and Whizzer playing tennis(?) with each other and it’s the first time we get to see Whizzer winning at something.

In the song “baseball game” and “chess game” we see Whizzer isn’t strategic or tactical enough to win at chess but he is smart enough to know how to play base ball and tennis. So now he’s winning against Marvin for the first time and it’s lovely and Marvin is usually the first two tire compared to Whizzer who seems to be having the time of his life - and not out of breath.

In this scene he’s also pretty fit and his uniform fits well on his body.

Then when we see them play again (something bad is happening) - on stage we see now Whizzer’s uniform for their game is baggy showing off Whizzer lost weight which is what happens with cases of HIV.

It’s also incredible the “1, 2, 3, 4,” “1, 2…” is similar to how Phillip dies in Hamilton as Eliza and him try to do their “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8(but French)” and his voice fades out as he passes away.

In Whizzer’s case his counting fades as he runs out of energy and breath.

“Hold him down, keep him back, something’s gown out of whack” - Whizzer can tell he’s not usually like this.

“It’s unreal, you’re a quitter”

“I can’t go on anymore.”

“Excuse me.. I’m ready to go.. I’m ready” (alluding to Whizzer’s final song about how he’s not ready to die but he knows he has to/he will)

Finally in act 2 we get his final song - “You gotta die sometime”

And we get the summary and something to look for next viewing as Whizzer contemplates about how things have gone.

“I would cry if I could(no energy, no reason), but if does no damn good to explain I’m a man in my prime(tennis game, baseball)”

In this song as well it’s almost ironic but the way Whizzer describes death as a person or figure - he is almost describing Marvin.

“Death is not a friend - He puts his arms around me and lets me hold his face, he holds me in his arms and whispers something funny, he lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace his attack!”

Something he almost wishes Marvin would do to him or something Marvin previously used to do. As implied in the song “thrill of first love” when they enjoyed fighting as a way to show love. Hence the “brace his attack”.

And again when he describes it; “death’s a funny pal with a weird sort of talent. He puts his arms around my neck and walks me to the bed(Marvin helps Whizzer to the hospital bed at the end of ‘holding to the ground’ - we can see him helping Whizzer in the background as the set gets more real), he pins me against the wall and kisses me like crazy,(something Marvin no doubt has done before)”

And finally no foreshadowing but back tracking to Whizzer’s vanity and his love for style;

“Give me the balls to orchestrate a graceful leave”

Whizzer by the end of this song is still not contempt with the fact that he’s dying - but he knows/is understanding that it’s inevitable and he’s gotta accept it like everyone else.

Not foreshadowing or backtracking but the way on stage they take away a grey block from the cube or the “bed” signifies that with Whizzer gone there will always be a gaping hole or a missing spot that can’t be fixed or replaced - showing how deeply this family truly cared and loved Whizzer. Now that he’s gone their lives will never be the same.

And even when all the actors come out for their bow, the cube is still missing that block - to show that even with the show is ending and they’re addressing the audience- in that world Whizzer is still gone even tho Andrew rannells is right in front of them </3

This show has wrecked me

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

Natural Satellite [ch 13]

An In Stars and Time AU. In ch 13, Loop deflects. Siffrin spirals. Isabeau tries to keep up. You can start from chapter one here.

Isabeau nearly jumps out of his skin. “W-Woah!!! Sif!!!” “Yes?” “You’re—wow, you’re like, really quiet!!” “Yes.” Sif flops down in the grass, patting around vaguely till they find a thick-ish branch. They snap it in half with a startling crack, eye it thoughtfully, and then halve it again before unsheathing their dagger. ...Huh. They’re whittling again, even though they know their work won’t outlast the loop. Which means they want to talk about something. “What’s up, Sif?” “The canopy.” “Annnd…?” Sif’s blade digs into the wood, scraping off a long, curling shaving. “And I thought we should talk about Wish Craft.”

[isat spoilers / 2 hats spoilers / spoilers thru act 6]

Isabeau has, like, at least a million questions.

If Loop—(Sif???) (No, they chose the name Loop; that has to matter)—is really some alternate version of Siffrin, then… what? What? What??? What would that even mean??? And why would they keep it a secret from Sif? What’s the point in keeping secrets from yourself?

Of course Isa isn’t going to rat them out. It’s not his place. And he’s definitely not gonna confront them about their past. What kind of a crab could look at someone who Changed that much and try to talk to the person they used to be? Loop is Loop now. Isabeau is totally cool with that.

…He’s just a little confused about why there are two of them.

Isabeau knows how it feels to Change. But it’s not like he walked out of the House holding hands with the kid he used to be. One person can’t become two people. That’s not how it works. (That’s not how anything works.)

He needs to talk to Loop. Luckily, he’s in the right place. There should be at least a few minutes before Siffrin catches up. Longer, if Sif stops to talk to Mira. It’s not ideal, but it should be enough to get at least a few answers.

“Loop!” he gasps, when he spots them.

“What do you want,” Loop asks sourly.

“N-Nothing!! I’m just a little confused, is all!”

“Okay.”

“And… I guess I was hoping you could help with that?”

Loop gives him a close-eyed smile. “Optimistic!”

“I’m just, um. I… guess I’m having a hard time getting my head around it?”

Loop’s eyes snap open. “Why? Because I don’t hang on your every word? Because I’m not some cute little puppy, like your Siffrin?”

“What? No! Because why are there two of you???”

He watches Loop draw themself up to snap at him and then just—settle back into their seat. “Oh.”

Yeah, oh. “So. You know. Why are there two of you?”

“Does it matter?”

“And how do you look so different? Body Craft is, I mean, it’s pretty advanced, but I don’t think it’s possible to—I mean—I’m pretty sure you’re made of light?”

Loop examines their hands, the white shining from under their nails. “It certainly seems that way, doesn’t it?”

“And—” This one is embarrassing, but he can’t help it. “W-Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“…Why would I?”

Yeah, Isabeau probably could’ve seen that coming. “Are you seriously not going to answer any of my questions?”

“I’d have thought that would be obvious.” Loop narrows their eyes at him. “Don’t you have any manners? This is Vaugarde. It’s rude to ask someone about who they used to be.”

Wow, they are really not making this easy! “I’m not— I don’t care that you Changed. Or, I mean, it’s great! If you’re happy, I’m happy! I just… I mean… It kinda seems like you aren’t, though?”

Loop’s face hardens. “I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“Well, who do you wanna talk to?”

“No one! Ever!!! Till the end of time!!!!”

Isabeau groans. “Look, I didn’t wanna play this card, but you just really don’t seem like you’re doing very well…”

“What impressive powers of perception! Your parents must be proud.”

“…and I guess it seems like you’re cool with that, but I’m not, so I think you probably have to talk to someone, so… i-if you really won’t talk to me, then—” He grimaces, bracing for the worst. “I… think I might have to tell Sif.”

To his surprise, Loop just rolls their eyes. “Knock yourself out. I’m sure he’ll be soooo~ surprised.”

“Wh— Huh???”

“Why are you acting like that?” Loop asks grumpily. “You just said it just last loop. That they guessed who I was, and he thought I was probably him.”

“B-But that’s just a theory!”

“Oh, grow up. How long did it take you to clock me? Three loops? Maybe four? He’s been here for hundreds.”

(“Hund—????”)

“They have all the pieces. He’s just deluding himself because he doesn’t like the implication.”

He almost doesn’t want to ask, but… “What implication?”

Loop smiles nastily. “That—”

“Oh, good,” Siffrin says, from immediately behind him. “You’re already here.”

Isabeau nearly jumps out of his skin. “W-Woah!!! Sif!!!”

“Yes?”

“You’re—wow, you’re like, really quiet!!”

“Yes.” Sif flops down in the grass, patting around vaguely till they find a thick-ish branch. They snap it in half with a startling crack, eye it thoughtfully, and then halve it again before unsheathing their dagger.

Huh. They’re whittling again, even though they know their work won’t outlast the loop. Which means they want to talk about something. “What’s up, Sif?”

“The canopy.”

“Annnd…?”

Sif’s blade digs into the wood, scraping off a long, curling shaving. “And I thought we should talk about Wish Craft.”

“It sounds like you should talk about Wish Craft,” Loop sniffs. “You are the only one who knows the rituals.”

Isabeau gives them a look, but doesn’t argue.

“I don’t think that’s right, though,” Sif mutters. “My wish wasn’t even related. And, I mean… do I know the rituals?”

“You knew the right numbers,” Isa points out. “And the chanting and stuff.”

“Right, but it can’t be that simple. If repeating was all it took, then I’d still have that toilet paper.”

Isabeau stares.

Unexpectedly, Loop stares, too. “Come again?”

“The toilet paper,” Sif says again. “Didn’t you see? In the bathroom on the third floor.”

“I don’t watch you pee, stardust. Gross.”

“Wait,” Isabeau interjects, “I’m sorry, I just… You can do Wish Craft by peeing?”

“Piss Craft,” Sif says, apparently on reflex, and then glares. “I mean, no. Obviously not. Will you just listen?”

Isabeau shuts his mouth obligingly. He’s listening.

* * *

You don’t like that Isabeau is talking to Loop now. You can feel that something’s shifted between them, and you don’t like that, either. But at least Isa still mostly does what you tell him.

“I’m saying I didn’t do Wish Craft,” you explain. “I did the wanting, and the repeating, and it didn’t do anything. I didn’t get what I…”

. . . Wait.

What did you repeat, exactly? It definitely wasn’t “toilet paper, toilet paper, toilet paper.” What were your exact words? You asked it to come with you. No. To loop back with you. And you said—

You said you didn’t want to be alone.

(“S-Sif?” Isa says nervously. “You’re, um. You should probably be careful?”

You follow his gaze toward your hands. You’ve reduced the whole branch to sawdust. You flip your knife shut and brush off your knees in disgust.)

You said you didn’t want to be alone. And you’re not alone anymore, are you? Someone’s looping back with you, but it’s not the blinding toilet paper.

“Oh, Stars,” you mumble. “I did it.”

Loop wheezes. “What, really? Piss Craft?”

“No!! Shut up!! Will you both just shut up and listen? I’m saying that I—” Stars, but it hurts to admit. “It’s— Isa, he’s… It was my fault. I’m the reason he remembers.”

Isabeau’s eyes widen. “Wait, but… are you saying, um. D-Does that mean you wished for me?”

Right. Of course he’d ask that. You squeeze your eyes shut, cringing. “Not… exactly?”

“Toilet paper??????”

“I just wanted something I could hold!!” you say defensively. “I was losing my mind!! I was tired and alone and tired of being alone and I couldn’t make anyone touch me and I was just—so blinding tired of dying that I… yes. Yes. Toilet paper.”

For some reason, Isabeau looks even more confused. “W-Wait, what?”

“I said I wanted something I could hold.”

Loop stops laughing for just long enough to choke out, “Wrong sentence, stardust.”

You frown at them, running over your lines in your mind. It all seems pretty self-explanatory. “What?”

“You—” Isabeau’s face is quickly changing color. “You, um. You… wanted us to touch you?”

Oh. Oh, no.

You can read the rest of ch 13 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/139473697 Or start from the beginning here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/135189547

[noelwho]

Ultimate Chronological Order Imodna Playlist!!!

Hello! I feel like I have to introduce myself ‘cause I’m barely on Tumblr. I’m still learning how to use it, I posted a couple of fanarts and they went really well, so I want to try and make myself a spot in here. My name is Noel (they/them) and I’m a big fan of Critical Role. I started watching a few months ago, with Exandria Unlimited. Once I was done I went ahead and started Campaign 3. I’m currently on episode 49 (I know, I have a lot ahead yet). I also watched the first season of Candela Obscura and a couple of One-Shots.

Today I’m here to talk about the Lesbian Southern Gothic Witches. Earlier this week I started to obsess over a playlist. An Imodna playlist, to be more specific. It started with me listening to one I found on spotify (I will credit below because it’s been a huge inspiration for this project) and I got the urge to make my own. At the beginning it was something chill, something normal…until it was not. Over the course of the last 3 days I haven’t thought about or listened to anything else. I got the idea of making the playlist in chronological order and I started to take it very seriously. I divided their history in 10 different chapters and assigned each song to the correct time period. At first it was just gonna be into chapters, but then I started to put them in order inside the chapters too, and it became very personal. For real, this playlist has been the one and only thing I wanted to talk about for days. Last night I finally finished it. I’ve played it for run tests several times and I think it’s finally ready to see the light (kinda feels like the project of my life even though I only spent a few days working on it).

After all this brainrot it didn’t feel right to just tweet a link to the playlist, I wanted the world to know everything that went through my head in the process of making this. I also don’t have many people around who care about Critical Role, and I thought it was a good opportunity to connect with the fandom. So all of this took me here, to tumblr. All of a sudden it became very clear that this was the perfect place to set my baby free.

There’s some things I wanna make clear before you start reading, the first being the classic: english is not my first language. Sounds like a joke at this point but for real, it’s very likely that this thing is full of grammatical mistakes and I want to apologize in advance (specially about the in/on/at situation, I’ve been having lots of trouble with those for some reason) This is also the first time I do something like this so it may not be perfect. The second thing is that this will obviously be filled with spoilers. In fact I actually haven’t even got to The Scene, I saw it around on Tumblr and Twitter (impossible to avoid that spoiler, but I don’t really care). I’m aware that there’s a lot of Imodna moments that I haven’t seen yet, but I couldn't wait to start this playlist. I don’t know if the episodes I have left to watch will translate into new chapters or into new songs for the chapters I already have but either way, I will keep this post and the playlist updated.

With that being said, welcome to this ride through an unhinged mind. Fasten your seatbelts and enjoy!

The tether scene is one of my favorite ones. I love that metaphor with a passion. That’s why I chose this name for the playlist. With the photo I wanted to make an allusion to the red thread myth given that Laudna herself carries around a spool of red string. I even edited the picture so the hands on the right are slightly gray like Laudna’s.

There’s not just one specific vibe to this playlist, but I find it to be a very calming one, with the exception of some specific moments that we will talk about later. I tried to avoid strong and distracting beats so I could keep it a little ethereal. Lots of acoustic guitar (which I love). I’m not going to talk about every single song because some of them have pretty obvious meanings. Usually the songs aren't a 100% match, but they do have a part to it that speaks to me and to the story on a certain level.

× Imogen and Laudna’s separate lifes ×

At the beginning of the journey that is this playlist, I wanted to introduce the characters. Intertwining their songs, we get to know Imogen and Laudna’s pasts, before they have each other to face the terrors of being witches in a world that doesn’t quite understand them.

Delilah - Florence + The Machine (Laudna)

I sometimes wonder if Marisha has ever listened to this song, because oh my fucking god. I wanted to start the playlist with Abbey, I didn’t because with the intertwining I couldn’t make it fit, but this one is a very good start as well. This song shows perfectly how it must have been being brought back by Delilah and having that power all of a sudden.

Abbey - Mitski (Imogen)

Matilda - Harry Styles (Laudna)

Imogen - Nick Mulvey (Imogen)

Laudna's lullaby - Ginny Di (Laudna)

Time comes in roses - Bess Atwell (Imogen)

The Tradition - Halsey (Laudna)

Burn it down - Daughter (Imogen)

There’s several songs from this album on this playlist. It couldn’t fit better. It reflects perfectly the moment Imogen started to develop her powers. It even refers directly to the way she parts ways with her town (which doesn’t happen for a few chapters but still I felt this one belonged here). Her fear of being a disappointment, her father becoming absent, the feeling of being cursed. It’s all here.

The hanging tree - The hunger games (Laudna)

Still I wait - Anna Leone (Both)

Even with everything they had to go through, they both still wait and cling to hope.

× Imogen and Laudna meet ×

Finally, their paths cross. They experience the feeling of warmth for the first time in a long time. They both feel the need to keep the other one close and begin to appreciate the little things in life, learning how to be taken care of. Goodbye loneliness.

Season of the Witch - Lana Del Rey

I'd like to walk around in your mind - Vashti Bunyan

How important is this song knowing what Imogen can do…

Comfortable Silence - Bella Porter

Without you without them - Boygenius

A hole in the earth - Daughter

That Moon Song - Gregory Alan Isakov

Love brought weight - Old Sea Brigade

That distant shore - Steven Universe

Sick of losing soulmates - Natalie Dawn

I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry

Sidelines - Phoebe Bridgers

The bug collector - Haley Heyderickx

Sometimes I feel that it’s always Laudna taking care of Imogen, as if she didn't have anything on her own plate. It can't be easy to live with a voice in your head and paranoia. This song shows how Imogen is there to hold Laudna too when it becomes too much.

Look up - Joy Oladokun

If the last one was an Imogen’s POV, this one is totally a Laudna’s POV. Her and her silly little pep talks. “You’re so capable”.

Daylight - Taylor Swift

I love the idea of them learning that life can be good if you find someone to share it with. This song encapsulates that perfectly.

Spell - Dora Jar

I wanted this one to be the last one of the chapter because it introduces the idea of leaving together.

× Imogen and Laudna run away together ×

“Would you run away with me?” They learn what it’s like to have a home that’s not a place, but something entirely new. The past still follows but they’re no longer crushed by it, because they don’t have to sustain it on their own.

Departure - Daughter

Second child, restless child - The Oh Hellos

Just the two of us - Grover Washington, Jr.

I really like to imagine Imodna slice of life scenes when I listen to this song.

Dandelion Wine - Gregory Alan Isakov

Homesick - Dwara, Khotton Palm

Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers

When I realized how much of a Laudna's POV this song is, I almost cried.

Telepath - Manchester Orchestra

I really really like Manchester Orchestra, it's one of my favorite bands. I never let go of the chance of spreading them around, and this one is the best song they have. Laudna's POV for sure.

everything i wanted - Billie Eilish

With songs like this one and Intertwined, I wanted to introduce the idea that even though they're definitely better off now that they left the town, that doesn't instantly solve all of their problems. As I said before, the past follows, but they're no longer alone with it.

Savior Complex - Phoebe Bridgers

Intertwined - Dodie

Nothing else matters - Phoebe Bridgers

As long as they're together, nothing else matters.

× You lied ×

Even though I only have a few songs for this precise moment of the story, I thought that it was very important to include their first fight. The gem is broken and Imogen feels betrayed. Laudna is left abandoned and thinks she deserves to be punished for Delilah’s wrongs. We explore jealousy for the first time.

Witches - Daughter

The silence at the end of this instrumental song represents the loneliness that Laudna felt when Imogen left her alone after her incident with Delilah

Landfill - Daughter

There are two possible ways of reading into this one. This is in my opinion a Laudna's POV. She could either be talking to Imogen, expressing her deep rooted desire for a punishment for what she’s done; or to Delilah, alluding to the attachment she has to her own powers (that at least as far as she knows are there because of Briarwood) opposed to the hatred she feels for her and for herself for wanting those powers (this is a theme that they explore later on future chapters)

Are you okay? - Winnetka Bowling League

Afterglow - Taylor Swift

The archer - Taylor Swift

× Laudna’s death ×

Otohan Thull relentlessly kills three members of Bells Hells. A coin is flipped and Laudna is gone, again. What awaits beyond the afterlife? Perhaps a little girl, a monster and a tree.

DVD menu - Phoebe Bridgers

If death’s not exactly DVD menu by Phoebe Bridgers, then someone tell me what’s like because I can’t imagine otherwise. I freaking love how this song connects with Daffodil.

Daffodil - Florence + The Machine

Death with dignity - Sufjan Stevens

Bells in Santa Fe - Halsey

I like to imagine that Laudna didn't appear in Nightmarish Whitestone immediately. Up until this point, she's in a limbo, accepting her own death. Bells in Santa Fe marks the moment she sets foot in that Upside-down kind of world. The constant repetition of “All of this is temporary” is like a mantra for her, the only hope she has of getting through it with her sanity intact is believing that this will also end and she will finally find peace.

Willow Tree March - The paper kiss

Hard times - Ethel Cain

Tether me - Galleaux

With this song and the next one, I wanted to express desperation. We don't get to know in the series how she feels throughout all of this, but I can only imagine how terrifying it must have been. There's a point where anyone would have started begging for help.

Matilda - alt-J

× Imogen’s grief ×

“Is she your favorite?”. Imogen feels deeply guilty for what happened. The possibility of bringing Laudna back is the only thing that’s keeping her from losing it completely. All the regrets, all the words she wishes she said before, all the times she didn’t approached her when she wanted to, come afloat. Grief, disassociation and sorrow.

Words - Storefront Church, Phoebe Bridgers

This song is meant to represent the exact moment of Imogen floating and losing control, with Otohan in her head pushing her to let go.

Goner - Twenty One Pilots

No other song in existence can express better the moment Imogen realize Laudna's gone for good.

Lanterns lit - Son Lux

True Faith - Ashley Johnson

Hurt for me - SYML

Carry you - Novo Amor

My love - Florence + The Machine

Lucky for you - Novo Amor, Gia Margaret

Killer + the sound - Phoebe Bridgers, Noah Gundersen

Should have known better - Sufjan Stevens

Ya'aburnee - Halsey

Show you a body - Haley Heyderickx

Imogen (even Laura) loses hope for a moment during the ritual they do for bringing Laudna back. The end of this song summarize this repeating a lyric over and over (you can clearly see through this playlist how much I love repetition).

× Back together ×

After Bells Hells confront Delilah at the Upside-down-Whitestone of Laudna’s nightmares, Pike manages to bring her back to life. Imogen and her are back hand by hand, and nothing can ever tear them apart again. Here’s where I think something awakes inside them, but they are far from realizing it.

I am the Antichrist to you - Kishi Bashi

Like an angel “fallen from the sky with grace”, Laudna’s back on Imogen’s arms.

Darling - Halsey

This love (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

Now that you're home - Manchester Orchestra

Lose you again - Manchester Orchestra

Halloween - Phoebe Bridgers

But not kiss - Fayer Webster

Like I said, something changes after this. What they’ve been through is not nothing. This song is here to show that something is born deep inside them, on their subconscious far from their reach yet

× Back to Gelvaan ×

Same as with the “You lied” chapter, I felt that this one was important even though I just have one song for it. It just matches perfectly. Imogen and Laudna visit Imogen’s hometown and the place where they met, searching for answers. Old wounds, some closure and an emotionally absent father.

My tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

× Tethered ×

In this chapter the platonic bond is peaking. It takes place right before The Unraveling, giving in to the “Can I kiss you?” phase and becoming romantic. They’ve been through hell and back just to stay together. This is my personal favorite bit of the playlist, everything is extremely intense but not yet explicit.

Tethered - Sleeping at last

I Will - Mitski

Anchor - Alli X

Don't let them see you cry - Manchester Orchestra

Crosses - José González

Quietly - Manchester Orchestra

Francesca - Hozier

Moon song - Phoebe Bridgers

Capital Karma - Manchester Orchestra

Everywhere, everything - Noah Kahan

In a week - Hozier

Monster - King Princess

j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) - Delaney Bailey

I will follow you into the dark - Miya Folick

I wouldn't ask you - Clairo

× Can I kiss you? ×

Finally, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. The beggining of something new, the next and most logical step of this journey. The platonic becomes romantic and they get to truly explore the feelings they always had, and some novel ones. This is the moment I know less about, but I’ve used my imagination and my own headcanons.

Can I - Genevieve Stokes

I debated a lot whether to put this one at the end of the last chapter or the beginning of this one because I don't know how relevant Laudna's death is up to this point, and there's a huge reference to this in this song. I know for a fact that the Delilah’s plot is not over and things will change, but I couldn't resist the urge to put it in here, given the name of the song and its obvious connection to the chapter.

We'll never have sex - Leith Ross

Wading in Waist-high Water - Fleet Foxes

This is the last time - The National

All my ghosts - Lizzy McAlpine

Prière pour la nuit - Barbara Pravi, November Ultra

Chewing Cotton Wool - The Japanese House

Bandages - Rachel Bobbitt

This is it, this is The Ultimate Chronological Order Imodna Playlist. I don't know if I'm the first one doing this, probably not, I don't know if this has any value to anyone beyond myself, but I had a hell of a lot of fun. If only one person were to read this till the end I would be more than satisfied.

I’ll link here the playlist that started all of this. Massive respect for this person whoever it is, I took lots of the songs from here

Infinite thanks to anyone who gets here or saves my playlist, feel free to respond with any song that you think adds to the story!! Something tells me this isn't the end of my Imodna brainrot so,,,, more things could be on their way (a fanfic, perhaps?).

No idea how to end this so… long live Lesbian Southern Gothic Witches!!!

[tulakhord]

got tagged in SOOO many tag games by @raylangivins asdfghjkl thank u ilu here are like, half of them lmao.

(1) shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks stupid girl - garbage salt and vinegar - lights DIP N DRIP - cobrah disturbia - rihanna this hell - rina sawayama deep end - catty night crawling - miley cyrus feat. billy idol messy - kiiara jet black hearts - abigail barlow dancing on my own - robyn (2) a questionnaire!

Tea, coffee, or soda? coffee > everybody..... i do love tea tho. Dogs or cats? dogs bc one's sitting on my feet rn and he's pretty cute so. Can you play any instrument? forgot all the piano i once knew oops What's your sun sign? sagittarius for me as well! ♐️♐️ First song lyrics that pops into your head? how will i know if she really loves meee 🎵 Do you have any tattoos? not yet! indecision etc etc Favorite place you've travelled? british virgin islands What's the last movie you've watched? i literally do not remember but i'm seeing the d&d movie this weekend lmao What languages do you speak? only english, i'm pants at languages :( much like the instruments question i forgot the other ones orz Do you have any hobbies? omg so many, i love doing things lmao. rn i am actually doing campaign prep for ttrpg things while i watch hockey and fill this out, which is a whole category of hobbies by itself (writing! mini painting! drawing! map design! terrain builds! etc etc.) You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? i was gonna be saucy and pick someone hot or someone whose brain i want to dissect like a formaldehyde frog but actually it is toothless i wanna go flying with the flying doggo Compliment yourself: i cooked a delicious dinner tonight! (3) ao3 first lines tagline

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway (spoiler alert: rules are made to be broken…)

"most recent" i have published uhh nothing since 2021 hockey hols oops. i should maybe. fix that. anyway the point is that some of these are from my drafts folder ayy:

The chatter starts up at the end of every season, and every off-season Mat runs the fuck away to get away from it.

There’s three shadows standing over Eddie when he comes to, curled in on himself on the ground and damp with his own sweat.

The last dragons—barely hatchlings—die at Dragonstone. Perhaps it's only fitting that the last dragonspawn do too.

“I used to think about it,” admits Trevor. “You making me sorry for it.” (x)

Leon makes all his biggest mistakes in Las Vegas, and tonight is no exception. The team is flying high off a win they didn’t expect—off a win, strictly speaking, they did not deserve—and the music is good, and the lights are low, and the drinks keep coming. (x)

Raff is in the Dallas hotel room, and Joel didn’t invite him—didn’t expect him—but holy cannoli is Joel glad to see him there. (x)

The first thing to understand was Raff didn’t have a heart. (x)

As far as Jack was concerned, Taylor Hall could take his Nantucket wedding, his signed contract in Boston, his Biosteel invite and his mostly working body and all the other hallmarks of his happily ever after—and shove it up his own ass. (x)

He had made a conscious choice not to tell anyone about the situation, and indeed, not to think about the situation any more than could be helped. This had worked well for the past several years, except that it meant that Auston had not thought twice about extending the invitation for Dylan to join them for two weeks in Scottsdale. (x)

They’d tracked the old legends from planet to planet, each one emptier than the last: graveyards with no graves, detonation marks from imperial explosives scouring ancient stone, each once-sacred place swept clean of its history. (x)

tagging 10 of you i've seen in my notes lately, do one or two or all of em: @maddiebuckley @bluewaterhigh2005 @tobysziegler @st-louis @xreveux @parisebuyout2021 @chevalric @joeslie @marmolita @townhulls @bigbrotherlouis

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✧･ﾟ: * July 2022 Harringrove Starter Pack PART TWO! *:･ﾟ✧

I’m BACK. with starter pack part 2. don’t cream your pants. I still haven’t finished my paper and I definitely haven’t gotten any work tasks done today. 

this list features only one fic per author so we can celebrate even more creators  ♡ ♡ ♡ (thank you @hecatescrossroads for the idea!!)

◢ Billy Hargrove Needs a Nap - lilpeas [74,312; E]

It’s one thing to be a light sleeper in this shitty town that won’t shut up at night, but it’s another thing entirely to fall asleep on Steve Harrington’s shoulder during last period English.

◢ break (like waves) - @witchsickness [93,187; E]

‘We’re good together,’ Harrington says to the darkness above. Not a question. Matter of fact. He turns to Billy, a smile sweet enough to make Billy want to do something reckless. Something stupid. ‘I’m telling you, heartbreaker. We’re gonna be unstoppable.’

Billy wants to ask. If he means tomorrow. If he means just for the game.

Wants to ask if he means forever.

He’s never wanted anyone to mean forever before.

or; falling (in love), the hard way

◢ break up with your girlfriend (’cause i’m bored) - @the-copperkid [15,604; E]

@umissedconnections: Bambi eyes. m4m. i was rippin cigs in the sae p-lot. u made urself puke 2 make room 4 more beer. incredible? ur my hero PLS say ur into guys

* Steve finds he has a secret admirer who's continuously hitting on him via his university's Missed Connections Twitter account. // Tommy and Billy are the worst roommates ever.

◢ Cabbage Patch Kids - @callieb [15,026; NR]

Billy doesn't eat vegetables. He doesn't eat the limp disgusting cabbage they hand out in the school cafeteria, won't touch the merest hint of green in Susan's cooking even when his dad is glaring at him across the table. He won't eat vegetables to keep himself healthy, in spite of all the warnings they give him in health class.

He won't even eat vegetables when Steve Harrington cooks him dinner. Right?

◢ cherry pie - @brawlite and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger [133,828; E]

Billy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better.

Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.

◢ dried up, half full - @lymricks [60,016; E]

Steve’s been coming out here searching for a monster in the woods. He’s finally found one.

“What do you want, Hargrove?”

◢ falling for you in hawkins, indi-fucking-ana (series) - @lazybakerart [294,822+; E]

Billy gets his shit together. Steve figures some stuff out. They fall in love.

◢ i hear the secrets that you keep (when you’re talking in your sleep)  - @oepheliawrites​ [45,095; M]

Billy’s there the way that he’s a lot of places nowadays, sort of absent-mindedly, like he’s not sure how it happened or why and is going somewhere else in his mind anyway.

Steve watches him more than ever now, and Billy rarely watches back.

(or five times billy really needed some sleep, and one time he needed something else entirely)

◢ Incident at Castle Byers - @flippyspoon [3,639; G]

Will learns something about Billy Hargrove and feels a little less alone.

◢ if i fall asleep with my hands held tight - @elysiumwaits [28,796; M]

Billy keeps sneaking in Steve's window as the months go on: a story in ten parts.

◢ lover with a radar phone (series) - @bewires [86,717; E]

Steve is sure Billy won’t be back for more after the first time. Why would he? Steve’s pretty aware, at this point, that beyond his epic babysitting game and his hair, he has fairly little to offer in life. Billy’s gorgeous, and he’s smart, and he’s got better things to do than nail Nancy Wheeler’s dumbass ex-boyfriend.

(Spoilers: Billy absolutely does not.)

◢ Take Me Home Tonight - @heckinahandbasket​ [81,998; E]

The ghost of Billy Hargrove leaned in the open window of Steve’s car with that trademark smirk and, honestly, Steve was kind of impressed by how detailed his own hallucination could be. “Wanna fuc-What the shit? HARRINGTON?” They blinked at one another for about ten seconds before Steve’s brain finally managed to fire off a thought. “You’re real?” Steve couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth, his own stupidity a constant echo in his empty head. Billy’s face reflected his thoughts as he yanked on the door handle until Steve reached over to hit the lock with shock-numb fingers. “Real fucking freezing. Let me in, pencil dick.”

Or: The Pretty Woman AU literally nobody asked for.

◢ Under the Covers - @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger [87,788; M]

Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates.

Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

◢ when the bones are good - @un-buttoned [28,411; E]

‘So,’ Tommy says around a mouthful of fries, ‘what the fuck is the deal with you and Hargrove?’

And that’s really the goddamn question, isn’t it?

He wants to know Billy. Wants to know why he is the way he is. Wants to be able to figure out what the fuck he’s thinking when he looks at Steve like that, when he touches him like it doesn’t mean shit and like it means everything all at once. Wants to know why he talks so much shit, why he needs to fight, where all that fire comes from. Why he’s so volatile, why he’s such an asshole, how he can be so fucking mean and so fucking sweet in the span of seconds, at the same time, even.

◢ you’re cold (and i burn) - @keroujack [55,919; E]

Move on. Let it heal.

Maybe that’s why Steve said yes when Max asked him to help move boxes out of Billy’s room after the dust settled. He could hear her voice. Too many. Too heavy.

Just like his wounds. His grief. Too many. Too heavy.

(Or, Steve steals the glass ashtray from Billy's bedside table and things start to go bump in the night.)

◢ Yourself or Someone Like You (series) - halfempty [792,802; E]

Maxine looked happy as they parted from Steve and walked down Main Street away from the theater. She slid into the passenger seat of Billy’s car. 'That was really fun,' she said. She looked at him like a gremlin and then smiled real cutesy. 'Did you and Steve hold hands in the popcorn?'

'I hope you had a real good time, I’m going to kill you in your sleep tonight,' Billy told her.

[earthtoplum]

hellraiser. // eddie munson. (5)

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader - stranger things cast x female!reader

summary: Between school, band practices, D&D nights and shitty parents, you and Eddie have created the perfect little secret life together. The town of Hawkins despises him, but not you. You’re head over heels for the son of a bitch. About to graduate, the two of you are ready to run out of Indiana the moment those caps go in the air, but the inevitable Hawkins Curse creeps its way back into town, and takes hold of what you once thought was untouchable.

word count:7k

warnings: language (always), mentions of death, suggestive conversation, reader is an anxious mess (arent we all), mentions of s/a storyline (not descriptive), smoking, mentions of drinking, SEASON 4 SPOILERS.

a/n: hi, thanks for being here! :) I keep writing this at the speed of light. Posting for myself, really. Follows the storyline of Season 4! Beware of spoilers in case you haven’t watched the masterpiece. I have the Halloween party written... I want to post it so bad. Uh, and in case it hasn't been noticed- hinting at bi reader? possibly bi-eddie? hah.

*gif not mine, creds to whoever owns*

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five. disassociation

Vigorously bouncing your knee in the backseat, you keep your face turned toward the window, taking in Hawkins for all that it’s worth. The streets were pretty empty, and you’re not surprised in the slightest. Everyone thought Killer Eddie was on the loose. Biting on one of your nails, you take a shaky deep breath and look at Robin who was already looking at you.

“Doin’ okay?” She asks with a sincere smile, one that you don’t return. Widening your eyes, you forcibly fold your arms across your chest and cock your head to the side. She glances down at your knee and reaches a hand back to steady it. “I already know what you wanna say,” She says, “And I’m telling you, he’s fine.” Nancy looks at you in the mirror, but you keep your eyes pointed forward.

“No, Robin, that’s not what I was going to say,” You spat back, “What I was going to say is that this backseat is terrible, and I feel like I’m going to vomit.” Being in Nancy’s presence was what made you want to vomit. It made you so incredibly uncomfortable that your body was radiating with anger.

“Okaaay,” Robin sings, pulling her hand back, “Well, we’re almost there, right Nancy?” She faces the front and looks at Wheeler for help. 

“We are almost there,” Nancy says simply, though her tone hinted at some annoyance. Robin looks over her shoulder happily and pops her brows.

“Fucking wonderful,” You mumble, and Nancy glances at you again.

Arriving at the library, Nancy parks out front. The tall, red brick building, accented with white had a clock at the top of its tower that chimes when the car doors are shut, slamming yours unintentionally. Nancy looks at you, to which you shoot her a glare.

“Um,” Robin finds a spot next to you with her hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket, both of you walking six feet behind Nancy, “What’s the beef?” She quizzes, “I much preferred when you were strung out over Eddie.” 

“Wheeler,” You whisper sharply, not bothering to look at the girl beside you.

“Clearly,” Robin laughs, “Thanks for that. What’s your guy's issue? I mean, I know, you guys used to be friends and now you’re not, but… like, what happened, dude?”

“Dude?” You smirk, glancing at her.

“Yeah, dude, we’re friends now,” Robin smiles, “Unless you prefer something else… Princess.” Smiling with her, you elbow her in the side as she laughs.

“That ones taken,” You slow down your walk so you have time to catch Robin up, “And… Nancy wasn’t this badass when we started high school. She didn’t get involved. She hated conflict, and it really… caused a lot of problems for me.” Robin listened, watching you talk.

“What kind of problems?” She frowned. You stopped on the sidewalk, looking down at your shoes for a second before up at Robin.

“You know Tommy H?” You ask, and she nods.

“The douchebag Steve used to hang around with? He dated Carol Perkins? ‘Course I do,” She shrugs her shoulders.

“Douchebag, right, much like Steve,” You say and she cringes.

“I’m telling you, more time around Harrington, he’s not that bad anymore. Why would I hang around him if he was,” She shrugs again, and you roll your eyes because she has a point.

“Well, when we were freshmen, like Max, your Steve was a junior. So was Tommy H,” You speak quieter, Robin’s eyebrows knitting together, “Nancy invited me to Harrington’s one night during the summer before I even got into the goddamn high school, y’know, ‘cause she and Steve were dating then, or something,” You’re speaking a mile a minute, Robin feeling the anger coming off of you, “Nancy was a grade above me, and she really thought she was hot shit around him, you should’ve seen it. She thought that we would be friends again after this party she told me to come to, but, no, instead I was given a drink from Harrington. A drink that his lovely friend Tommy H messed with. Tommy H that I had to push off of me that night, then get tormented the rest of the year by Harrington’s group of friends because I was the slut that slept with Tommy H while he was dating Carol.”

Robin didn’t have any words. Her jaw had fallen open halfway through the story, and clenched shut when you were finished. Hawkins continues to live around you as you both watch each other. The last person who got to hear that full thing was Eddie, two days after it happened.

“Who was the one person there who could’ve stopped it all from happening?” You ask rhetorically, not looking for anything from Robin, “Who was there, who invited me there, and could’ve done something?” You gulp away the lump in your throat. You were not about to cry over this, you swore you were done letting it get to you. “I went there thinking I would be okay because she was there,” You whisper, your voice breaking. Robin, unsure of what to do, reaches a hand out for you to take, and you do, squeezing it.

“Then I had to start high school in September, and everyone already knew who I was, it was hell,” You say.

“That’s when Eddie caught all those charges,” Robin adds quietly, and you roll your eyes as you nod, “Makes sense now. In case it matters, us over on the geek side never knew why he went off the rails the way he did. I never heard anyone speak ill of you once.” Flattening your lips you nod again.

“Thanks, it does still matter I guess,” You say, looking down at your hands. Robin was wearing a couple of rings that you hadn’t noticed before. “Nancy never did anything about it. She just let it happen, let them talk shit about me, let them beat Eddie up and get him in more trouble when he was the one to kick their asses, let Tommy H…” Your voice trails off as you sigh.

“I can understand the ‘I hate Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington’ thing now,” Robin says.

“Don’t let this affect your friendship, you were their friend first,” You mumble, taking your hand out of hers, dropping it by your side.

“No, this is absolutely going to affect my friendship with them now,” Robin shakes her head and looks at you like you have twelve legs, “Are you kidding me? What happened is fucked up. Like, extremely. If I can, can I have your permission to kick Steve in the balls later? Please?” Letting out a little laugh, you bob your head.

“I think I would love that, actually,” You smile, “Give him the reason why, too.” Part of you wonders if Steve knew that drink was messed up, and if he did know, why did he still give it to you? If this hero facade is real, there's no way he would’ve let this happen, but Robin said he changed. He was still a major dickbag before graduating, so there was a possibility he knew.

“I’m sorry,” Robin says sincerely, “That’s… really fucked up.”

“Thanks, yeah… it is,” Your turn to shrug your shoulders. Looking up at the sky that had been cloudy all day, you take a deep breath and feel that the anxiety that was pent up in your bones had subsided. Robin takes a deep breath with you.

“So, now that I’ve been an asshole and suggested you come with us-”

“Oh, you’re not an asshole, I wanted to go with Max, but I came with you for a reason,” You say, and she's taken back.

“Oh! Okay, uh, I’m pretty sure Nancy doesn’t really like me either, so, we’re in this together. Shall we?” She gestures toward the library Nancy walked into a couple of minutes ago with her elbows. You swing an arm around one of hers that lives in her pocket, linking your elbows together.

“We shall,” You smile, and swear she blushes.

Inside the library, Nancy is at the desk ringing the bell waiting for the librarian to come tend to her. As the door opens behind her, she peers over her shoulder wondering when you’d follow her in, and at the sight of you and Robin arm in arm, laughing about something stupid Robin probably said, she rolls her eyes and looks down at the bell, ringing it again.

Robin did say something stupid. A snarky remark, guessing how Nancy and Steve would be together if they were a couple, and it’s one you wouldn’t be willing to repeat, not with how Nancy looked at you when you stepped in the building.

“So,” Robin speaks up, letting go of your arm to stand next to Nancy, snapping back into detective mode, “The Creel eyeball murders took place in fifty nine,” Nancy nods, “That means these murders predate Eleven and the Upside Down by about thirty years?” You take a peek around the library, a place you’ve never been inside before.

“Yeah,” Nancy says quickly, ringing the bell again.

“That makes Victor Creel like seventy years old,” Robin says, resting her chin in her hand.

Nancy side eyes her with a, “Yup.”

“So, he’s a grandpa murderer,” Robin drags out, making you laugh, “Who can turn invisible and lift people into the air.”

“Least someone else finds it crazy,” You mumble behind them, stepping in a little circle to take in the entire building you were standing in. It was tall, and quiet, and smelled like old paper and sharpened pencils. Nancy sighs, and dings the bell one more time before a woman bustles out from the room behind the desk.

“Hi. Sorry, we’re in a bit of a rush,” Nancy forces a smile onto her face, “Could we get the keys to the basement archives?” She asks persuasively, to which the woman agrees and takes a step away to grab them. Robin spins to face Nancy completely, who ignores her.

“Did I come off mean or condescending or something?” She asks her.

Nancy simply says, “No.” Looking at the back of them both, you hide your smile.

“Right,” Robin says in defeat, “I know why we’re annoyed,” She mutters, “Uh, you don’t know me very well,” She tries again, “I don’t really have a filter, or a strong grasp of social cues,” Watching Robin talk with her hands, you giggle to yourself, “So, if I say something that upsets you, just know that I know it’s a flaw! Believe me, my mother reminds me daily.”

“Okay,” Nancy widens her eyes for a second as she glances to Robin, “Got it.”

“All right, ladies,” The librarian comes back to the desk with the keys for Nancy, “Here you go, have fun!”

“Yep, we’ll… try,” Nancy cringes, exchanging a look with the woman behind the counter, and hurries away from Robin who turns toward you.

“Definitely doesn’t like me,” She tosses her hands up as you start to follow Nancy, grabbing Robin’s wrist on the way.

“C’mon,” You say with a smile, “I liked all that, though, appreciated it.” Robin sends you her lopsided smile, tossing her hands up again.

“Nobody knows why I am the way I am,” She says in slight defeat.

“I like the way you are,” You say sweetly, walking with her hand in yours down the basement steps, and you swear she blushes again.

“You’re gonna have to cool it with that,” She mumbles, shying her hand away as you reach the concrete floor of the basement that was ten degrees cooler than the upstairs was.

“Hey, why?” You ask, grabbing her by her shoulder before she hurries away too fast. She looks at you and takes a deep breath.

“Because you have an Eddie,” She whispers before leaving your grasp to join Nancy, leaving you to wonder why the hell she would say something like that.

Sitting at one of the lacquered wooden tables, you had your chair pushed away from it with your feet kicked up, head lolling back on the seat cushion as your eyes triad between Robin, Nancy and the ceiling. Bored out of your mind while they search for information on some guy from the sixties, you start to think about Eddie and wonder what he’s actually doing. You hope he’s inside Ricks, living comfortably, and not in the shed, though that place seemed to be comforting to him. It was the last place someone would look when they got to the house, so that’s probably why.

Humming Black Sabbaths ‘Into the Void’, you rock back and forth on your tailbone for an ounce of stimulation in the dead silent library, feeling something poking you in your back pocket.

“Through the universe the engines whine,” You mumble, singing to yourself, leaning forward on your legs to pick out whatever was in your jeans, “Could it be the end of man and time…” Pulling out a very squished cigarette, you glance up to Robin and Nancy, “Back on earth the flame of life burns low… Hey!” You call out to them, holding up the flattened nicotine, both their heads turning fast as you knock them from their research, “Either of you got a light?” You smize, and Nancy pulls her famous eye roll, ignoring your question, getting back to the newspaper she was reading. Robin gives you a look of disappointment, and shakes her head.

“Someone’s gotta have one,” You mutter, jumping up to your feet. Heading for the stairs, Robin watches you on the way out, then decides to give it a go with Nancy again, knocking on the wood to get her attention.

Going up the basement steps two at a time, you waltz to the front desk where the pretty woman with the glasses was standing, and lean forward on your elbows, planting your chin on top of your fists. She was reading a book, and didn’t sense your presence, so you tap the bell Nancy was going crazy on earlier. Startling her a bit, she looks up quickly and sighs with a nice smile.

“Oh my, sorry,” She says, then eyes you curiously, “You don’t look like you belong here,” She laughs to herself, and you raise your eyebrows, “How can I help you? I don’t get the feeling you’re about to open an account with us, are you?” Smiling back at her, you drop your hands flat on the desk and shake your head.

“No, and I’m so sorry about that,” You say empathetically, “I’ve never been in here before, it’s a beautiful place, y’know, I was thinking of visiting more,” You hope your playing your part right, “I, uh, was wondering if you gave my friend the right keys… to the basement? We’re having trouble getting in, and we have this project that’s due right after break.”

“Oh no,” The woman’s face scrunches as she places her book on the desk, “Let me check, I may have given you the ones to our private party space upstairs…” Your eyes are glued to her as she hurries into the back room, knowing that once things are normal again you’d be coming back here to that private room. As soon as she is out of sight, you use what strength you have in you to climb over the desk, landing on your feet quietly thanks to your garden shed experience. Searching every nook and cranny you could reach, you pull a drawer open that’s full of miscellaneous things like pens and thumbtacks, and you spot a little booklet of matches. 

“Excuse me!?” The woman speaks louder than before, coming around the corner to find you in her workspace. Snatching the matches, you climb over the desk again and hurry outside, shouting a panicked ‘thank you’ back at her as you shove the doors open. She calls after you with a couple of things you can’t place, not even worried what she might do next. If Eddie were here he’d be proud.

Walking toward the street where Nancy parked her car, you stand by the passenger door and lean your back against it. Putting the cigarette that you had shoved in your jacket pocket between your lips, you open the matches and find there’s one left, so you hope it works. It takes three slides across the back to light, but thankfully you light the tip and toss the match to the ground, letting the first drag hit you where you want it. It tastes like it’s a month old, so you wonder when the last time you wore these jeans were, but it does what you want it to, and you relax. 

You gaze at the streets for these couple of minutes, watching the few people who dared to be outside run their errands. A couple holding hands walked into the drugstore across the street, and they came out with a small plastic bag hanging around the woman’s wrist, her boyfriend, or husband's arm was wrapped around her shoulder. They were both smiling, and chattering like children.

The sun overhead was starting to set, and you can’t imagine that you’ve been away from Eddie this long. Taking a long drag, you ash on the ground and blow the smoke out slowly. You smile at a mother walking on the sidewalk closest to you, her hand clinging on the shoulder of the small child she had walking beside her. The woman gave you the dirtiest look, one you’ve grown to love.

“Keep hoverin’ over her, and one day she’ll be me,” You say quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. She scowls, and you think you might get a response, finally about to have some fun, but she picks her child up into her arms and continues to walk away. The little blonde girl with curly hair looks over her mothers shoulder, watching you with big eyes. You give her a little wave and she smiles.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be me,” You laugh, taking another hit. Crossing your other arm over your body, you push away from Wheeler's car and do a spin to check out the rest of your surroundings. Surely your parents could be out and about, but that’s a path you weren’t willing to cross yet. You’ve been away for two days now, they honestly probably thought you got your bones crunched too.

Keeping an eye on the corners around you, just in case their car turns onto this street, you catch a glimpse of a very familiar vehicle coming into view. Jason Carver’s black Jeep Cherokee was headed your way. With the windows down, their music can’t be heard. They never knew how to listen to it properly. 

Making eye contact with the blonde haired, blue eyed jerk, he comes to a complete stop in the middle of the street, right behind Nancy’s car. Rolling his window all the way down, he pops his elbow out and lowers his chin to seem more intimidating. Nothing he could do would scare you. Smiling smugly, you take slow steps closer to his window, pulling from the cigarette between your fingers, and blowing the smoke directly into his window. His buddy next to him cringed, waving it away with the fakest cough that could come out of a person.

“I’m shocked,” Jason says sarcastically, “For the very first time, I see you without your little puppet master. Out here all alone, huh?” Biting your bottom lip, you narrow your eyes and tilt your head.

“All alone,” You repeat, “What a shame, right?” 

“We’re on our way to go get him actually, you wanna jump in?” Jason gestures to the seats behind him, “I’m sure Sinclair will let you snuggle on up in the middle there, yeah?” A few of the guys laugh. Looking into the backseat you find Lucas, hiding his face from you with his hand as if you wouldn’t notice that head of hair. At the sound of his name, he lowers it, looking at you. He was scared.

“Uh huh,” You pop your lips and say, giving Lucas a curious look, “And where exactly are you going?” You send a devious look to Jason, smoking again.

“Aw, come on, where’s the fun if we tell you?” He laughs with his boys, “Wouldn’t it be so much better if we drop him off on your doorstep, still breathing, of course, but just enough to keep him alive, so that you can watch him take his last breath, like he watched Chrissy take hers?” One of the guys doesn’t laugh with the rest of them, and it’s not Lucas. He follows through with the laughter, playing some sort of game with these guys that wasn’t basketball. You can see it written in his eyes. He’s got them good.

“Is that a threat?” You grill him quietly, taking another step toward his window.

“Uh, no,” Jason looks around, then back at you sinisterly, “It’s a goddamn promise.” He growls, then starts to laugh again. Seeing him gear up to drive away, you flick a mess of ash into his window and grin as he jumps and tries to smack it away. “You bitch! This is my senior jacket!”

“Oh, so sorry,” You wince, then put the cigarette between your lips, flipping him off with both hands as you walk backward to where you were standing before. Jason throws his car into gear and glares at you as he speeds away. 

“Fuck,” You mutter, flicking the filter onto the ground. You step on it so it’s actually put out. “FUCK!” You shout, bending your knees for a second as you do. Catching the eyes of people across the street, you choose not to care. The sun was now almost out of sight, and Jason and his posse of dickheads could possibly be on their way to Eddie. Checking out the street signs with scrunched eyebrows, you walk up and down the block, pausing in the direction they drove off.

“That’s not…” You whisper, then turn around to face the other way. The actual way to Lovers Lake. “Huh,” You breathe. They were going the wrong way.

“Dustin, do you copy?” Robin says from the library entrance into the walkie that Henderson had given her.

“Yeah, I copy,” You hear his voice from the box.

For twenty minutes you’d been sitting on the hood of Nancy’s car, waiting for the girls to come out of the basement, hopefully with some good news about their demon.

“So, Nancy’s a genius,” Robin says excitedly, making you groan and telepathically will her to not feed the college students ego, “Vecna’s first victims date all the way back to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull’s-eye!”

“Okay, that’s totally bonkers, but I can’t really talk right now,” The freshman sounds worried.

“What are you doing?” Robin asks, the two girls now in front of the car. Nancy is looking at you on top of her car in disbelief.

“Breaking and entering into school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files,” He says nonchalantly. The girls share a crazed look.

“Can you repeat that?” Robin says into the walkie.

“Just get your ass over here, stat,” Dustin demands, “We’ll explain everything.”

“Thought they were talking to Ms. Kelley,” Nancy exhales.

“We leave them alone for two hours,” Robin shakes her head, pushing the antenna on the walkie down, “See you’ve found a comfy spot.” She cocks her chin at you with a small smile.

“Comfy alright,” You slowly look at Nancy who’s getting into the driver's seat, “Just had a drive by with Jason and his groupies.” Robin gasps, leaning on the car.

“Did they see you?” She asks and you nod.

“Oh yeah,” You widen your eyes for a second, “Said they were off to find Eddie, and descriptively let me know how they were going to hurt him so bad, and then force me to watch him take his last breath,” You rock your head side to side, “Like Eddie watched Chrissy take hers.” Robin scoffs, crossing her arms.

“That’s bullshit,” She grumbles, “They won’t find him.”

“They won’t,” You shook your head, sliding off of Nancys car, “They drove that way,” You gestured down the street, “Not sure where they think they’re going, but it’s not to Eddie.” Patting your back as you open your door, Robin sighs.

“Okay, well, let’s get back to the children, and then maybe we can swing by Ricks again,” She says as you both get into the car, “Sound good?” She smiles as she looks back at you, and her eyes glimmer in what little light is shining in the windows. Taking a quick look at Nancy who couldn’t give two shits, you nod.

“Yeah, sure,” You say, “That’d be great. Please.”

Sitting at your kitchen table at eleven o’clock at night, you have your eyes pointed down at your feet that are stacked on top of one another. You had shoved your shaking hands under your thighs, fidgeting was doing you no good. Wide eyed, zoned out completely, your mothers voice was echoing around you, bouncing off of your body and back at herself where she circled the room.

“…disappointment… You’ll be going off to school… grades like this!?” She was in her pajamas, but her hair was somehow still sitting perfectly at her shoulders. Her pastel pink, manicured skinny fingers had a nasty grip on a letter from your school she’d found in your bedroom.

“What example are you setting for your brothers?” Her voice came in clear when she slapped the paper on the table in front of you. Multiple D’s were marked next to each class, and a random F, except English. You had a C plus.

“They don’t know my grades,” You say just above a whisper for her to hear.

“And you think that matters?!” Her tone is nasty, chiling your spine, “Look at yourself, look at who you choose to be,” She stands behind you, resting a hand on the table so she’s trapping you in the chair, “Do you really think who you are isn’t affecting them? They look at this depressing, moocher attitude everyday. I really feel like they’ll grow up thinking this is how it’s supposed to be,” Your eyes are glued to the letter, watching the words start to blur together, “Your father and I didn’t raise you to be like this, this was not how your life was supposed to be.”

“Yeah, well, when was the last time I actually talked to Neil,” You mumble, and literally watch the words on the paper shift around. They moved slowly, and seemed to be spelling something out.

“That’s what you’re hearing?” Your mother smacks the table with a sigh, and pushes away from you. She walks around the other end of the table and stands there with her arms folded.

“I had lunch with Karen earlier this week,” She says, “Karen Wheeler? You remember the Wheeler’s right?” Her condescending tone bleeds into your skin, lighting it on fire, “She says Nancy is flourishing in her first year at college,” Your mother smiles, pressing her lips together to insinuate she was pissed off, “And I told her that that was just, fantastic!” She tosses her hands in the air by her shoulders before grasping them across her chest again, insecurely you might add, “Do you know what I had to say when she asked me about you?” Tearing your eyes away from the paper making you wonder if you had dropped acid or something with Eddie, you look at her and squint your eyes.

“What?” You whisper, dreading her response.

“I had to lie to her,” She snaps her jaw like a dog, “I couldn’t tell Karen Wheeler that my first born was flunking out of high school like an idiot, and hanging around with that degenerate Eddie Munson, who’s the reason she’s flunking and has no motivation to get her life together when she graduates in four months!” Her words sting. You look down at the sheet of paper and your eyebrows scrunch up fast. “That damned hellraiser is no good! I’ve been telling you since you were twelve!” 

Her voice echoes around you again, making it sound like she was getting further and further away. “Eddie’s no good!” The words on the letter were scrambling around faster now, becoming a mess in front of you, making your head start to ache. “Eddie’s worthless!” Feeling dizzy, you squeeze your eyes shut and suddenly your mothers voice becomes so much louder, as if she’s standing directly in your face. “Eddie’s dead!”

Snapping your eyes open, the words sounded right in your ears in a distorted voice that barely belonged to her, a sharp ringing happening soon after. Around you, you were no longer in the kitchen you knew. You were sitting on the chair in an exact replica of your kitchen, but it was horrifying. The vines you saw coming out of Eddie’s sink were everywhere, they were twisted and wrapped around anything they could get on, and they were moving. Slimy and making the most atrocious squelching sound, two were inching for your ankles. 

Gasping, you clamp your hands over your mouth and pull your knees into your chest, your socked feet hanging on the edge of the chair. Shaking violently now, you look at the letter and shriek behind your fingers. It read the words that repeat aloud again, “Eddie’s dead.”

“No, no, no, no,” Your lip trembles, “No, no, no!” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Your mother chants back in the messed up voice that sounds half hers, still standing at the end of the table, watching you scramble to pick up the decaying piece of paper, “It’s everything we’ve ever wanted, our dream come true,” She laughs menacingly. Looking up at her with tears streaming down your cheeks, you freeze when you're faced with a morbid version of your mother staring back at you. 

“I’m not going to let you end up like me,” Her body twists to the side, her head staying in place. She begins to walk around the table to you in the blue light of wherever you’ve ended up. “That’s what you’re afraid of, right?” Taking a pause with each step, her legs don’t bend, like she’s being manipulated by something else. “You’re afraid what happened to me, is going to happen, to you.”

“This isn’t real, this isn’t real,” You squeeze your eyes shut as you listen to her creaky feet hit the floor.

“Your new friends seem to think so,” The voice is next to you now. A terrible noise comes from whatever has taken over your mothers body, the noise that you heard from Eddie’s bathroom. “Time to start believing in ghost stories.”

“Hey!” Robin shouts, shaking you by your shoulder vigorously as if she’s been trying for a while. Lifting your head, you find yourself slumped down in Nancy’s backseat with your head back on the seat.

“Was I asleep?” You ask quietly, feeling a heaviness in your chest and the ache in your head you felt while in… whatever just happened. Reaching over to Robin, you grab her arm and hold on tight as you slide out of the car. Using her body to steady yourself, you cling to her out of pure fear. 

Glancing up to the building you were at, you find you’re at school. The normal school, in the normal world, the regular world that you lived in without the vines, and the dirty air, and the ominous blue sky. You take a slow, deep breath and look at Robin, who’s holding you, and looking at you very confused.

“Are you okay?” She asks. Glancing at Nancy who’s standing by the doors to the school looking in the windows, you nod, then decide to shake your head. 

“Need to get to Eddie,” You say, “Was I sleeping?” Her face twists as she tries to keep you in her grasp while you try to wiggle away.

“You are totally not okay,” She says gently, “You weren’t asleep, no, what is happening?” 

“What was I doing?” You ask, panicked. Standing completely still you look her in the eye, probably pulling the craziest face you’ve ever made.

“Wha-”

“Robin, what was I doing? If I wasn’t asleep?” You speak fast.

“I- I don’t know? You just zoned out, I- I thought you were just tired, I dunno,” She says, matching your panic. Pushing away from her, you glance to your hands and then the ground, then at Nancy who seemed concerned, but she was too busy flourishing at college to be concerned for you.

“Gotta get Eddie,” You mutter, and Robin steps toward you with open arms, but you're too quick to twist on your feet and start to run out of the Hawkins High parking lot. You hear Robin run after you for a couple of seconds, shouting your name, but Nancy calls after her and reels her back in.

“What the hell!” Robin shouts at you before she watches you disappear into the darkness.

Sneakers slapping on the pavement, you keep running until the air feels like needles in your lungs. The cool air of the night was wrapping around your body, chiling your spine. Slowing down on a corner with a lamp, you glance around for a street sign but can’t spot one. 

Hawkins is still, except for the rustling of the trees in the breeze that startles you. Turning your chin up quick, you’re sure you’ll see something you don’t want to see, but it’s just the leaves brushing on each other. Looking back from where you came from, Hawkins High was out of sight and you can’t seem to put together how far you’ve run. Shoving your hands deep into your pockets, you groan and stomp a foot on the ground. 

“What the hell is going on,” You whine to yourself, nibbling on your bottom lip as tears welled in your eyes. Crickets can be heard scattered in the woods, a chorus of wildlife seemingly unaffected by the horrors of Hawkins. Under the warm light of the street lamp, you turn back toward your destination and carry on forward.

“No wander, no ponder, no wander, no ponder,” You whisper with each brisk step you take, repeating your made up mantra until you reach the end of another block. It was a shame really that Hawkins was hauntingly blessed with beautiful landscapes and a population of people who didn’t appreciate it. The blocks that followed the last got quieter, and darker, the further away from civilization you traveled.

You wanted to take in the calm sights you passed by, feeling how hard the earth was trying to relax you, but the fear of witnessing something out of a Stephen King novel again was crippling. On top of the horror propaganda, you were a young woman walking alone on abandoned streets at, lord knows what time of night. Eddie told you not to do this, yanno, he made sure you knew something a girl usually learns from her father, not her best friend at twelve years old. He’ll kill you once you make it to Ricks and he finds you’re alone. If you even make it there.

“No wander, no ponder,” You continue, getting rid of the thought that was ready to spiral.

For another fifteen minutes all that can be heard is your steady breath, that was coming in gasps, and the crunch of your feet on the gravel. Your nervous system jolted with every small sound that didn’t come from you. Once the dirt road to Rick’s came into view your feet took off, bolting for the shed.

Colliding with the door, your clammy hands and depleting strength struggle to push it open.

“Eddie,” You whine, unsure of when you had started to cry, “Eddie?” Once inside the shed you push the door closed with your back, and walk around cautiously, tangling your fingers together, lifting them in front of your face. 

A whisper of your name comes from the back corner. Turning sharply, your eyes go wide.

“Oh my god, hey,” Eddie says, stepping into the moonlight. You let out a shaky breath that leads to a sob. “Are you okay? What happened?” Hurrying to your side, Eddie catches you in his arms before you fall to the ground on your knees. Weakness was pulsating in your muscles. “Come here, sit.” He brings you both to the floor, sitting you in his lap, cradling you in his arms.

Burying your face into his chest, you hold your hands tightly over your heart with your knees tucked in close, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Eddie lays a gentle hand to your head, just holding you and letting you cry.

“It- It said you w-were dead,” You whisper between cries. Eddie’s face twists, looking down at you. 

“What said I was dead?” He asks, and you look up at his deep brown eyes. The confusion is wiped off his brow when he sees your tear stained cheeks.

“I don’t know,” Your wobbly tone makes his lip crinkle as he wipes underneath your eyes.

“Okay,” He says to himself, “I’m very much not dead, I promise,” He grins, trying to make you laugh, but his smile falls when he sees it doesn’t work, “Did you see… people? Did they tell you that?” Your cries have quieted, you were now staring off at the lake, slightly dissociating like Eddie had been after he saw what happened to Chrissy. 

Flickering just your eyes to look at him, you shake your head a bit and say, “I don’t think it was a person.” 

“What?” Eddie lets out a single laugh, but not to discourage you, “What are you talking about?”

“I went in your trailer,” You speak up, and his expression softens with worry, “Everything was the same, it looked like your place. I found my jeans,” You place a hand on your knee that Eddie’s eyes follow, and he chuckles, before he looks back to you, “I looked at the picture of us on your wall from Halloween two years ago, and I thought about that night. How we drank, and drank, and danced, and didn’t give a shit what anyone in that room thought of us,” You pause and place a hand on his chest over his heart, “We were happy. No one to fight with, no one to listen to, no one to tell us who we should be,” His lips turned up into a small smile, “And you kissed me.”

“You made me kiss you,” He counteracted, brushing his nose against yours, and you finally smiled.

“We know we were both waiting for it,” You dig, playfully narrowing your eyes before the funny’s drift away and the two of you are surrounded by stagnant air again, “We walked home, hand in hand.”

“Ass in hand,” Eddie corrected, making you both laugh.

“Ass in hand,” You smile, letting it fade to something sweeter, “You held your front door open for me, which wasn’t new, and… you made sure Wayne was gone,” Eddie glances to your lips, “And you took me to your room-”

“Think you drug me in there, if I remember it right,” He whispers, his comments suddenly not so funny as the air grows warmer.

“Think you wanted to keep touching me so bad we just tumbled in there,” You smirk, “You undressed me like you’ve never seen me naked before.”

“It was different,” He defends, “Had to take my time anyway, I was ready to bust before we even left the party.” You giggle.

“We did take our time,” You affirm with an eyebrow raise, “That night opened the floodgates, but it was different than any other time we… It…” Eddie nods, agreeing with you, dipping his head to brush his lips against your cheek.

“Was love?” He finishes for you, looking into your eyes, and you smile.

“Yeah,” You whisper, and though it felt cheesy to say something so mature like that, he was right.

“Well, I hope you know that everytime we do it that’s what I’m thinking of,” He says, “No matter how or where… It’s always my intention.”

“Mine too,” You say.

“Still can’t listen to Hungry like the Wolf without seeing you like…”

“Yeah,” You answer him quickly before his lips catch you in a kiss. A long, slow kiss that has you slipping a hand into his hair. Within these few minutes you get the urge to run away. To wrap Eddie up under your arm and run out of Hawkins, away from the terror, away from the curse, and away from the people who would throw you six feet under if given the chance. You could go somewhere the police, or your parents, wouldn't find you, and you could live happily, peacefully.

Eddie parts from your lips and you start to think he felt your energy shift, but then words come out of him that make you laugh.

“Where’s Harrington?” He asks.

“Why are you always asking about him while you're either inside me or kissing me?” Your smile makes him huff a laugh and shake his head.

“Where’s everybody else?” He rephrased, “Their outside right?” His brows furrow above his eyes, “Don’t tell me you came here alone, in the dark.” 

“I did,” You barely whisper, and he groans, rolling his eyes.

“Really, with a… Vecna going around killing people?” His tone is strong, enough to make you pout. It’s not his words, or his tone that makes the tears come back, however, it’s the thought of what happened earlier in his trailer. The thought of what happened in the backseat of Nancy Wheeler's car. The sound of the vines and the revolting voice echoes in your ears. Eddie sighs, and softens his eyes.

“No, I’m sor- I didn’t mean…” He babbles, but grows quiet as you slowly shake your head. Opening your mouth to speak, the words are broken and laced with fear, making Eddie’s grip around you tighten. You realize something you should’ve thought of before, before you scrambled away from Robin.

“I… I think I saw him.”

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dewey riley x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: some language, murder, some jealousy, gale hate (only for the story ☹️ i actually love her), and maybe ooc?

a/n: this takes place during scream (1996) so NO SPOILERS FOR SCREAM (2022). the ending was kinda rushed, i’m sorry </3

you stared up at the night sky, stars littered the dark blue — almost black canvas. you took a handful of slightly damp grass into your hands and let out a breathy sigh. this was the best part of leaving the city. you were finally able to see the stars clearly like you had always wanted to do. and to top it all off, you were with some doofus that you absolutely adored.

during your freshman year of high school your mom had decided to move to woodsboro to be closer to family. it was hard for you to leave everything you had ever known behind. there was a lot of angsty remarks and typical teenage criticism against the move but in the end it didn’t turn out so bad. on your first day at your new school, a short and kinda dorky kid was assigned to help you out for the first few weeks since your cousins were either way too young to be in high school or already they were already graduated

“i’m dwight riley. it’s nice to meet you, y/n.” dwight held his hand out for you to shake with a smile on his baby-ish face. you felt a little bad for judging him because he still looked like he was 10 but still, you shook his sweaty and weirdly soft hand.

the next few days were sorta easy despite the constant whispering and stares from people. you couldn’t blame them, woodsboro was a small town and not much happened around here. despite this, dwight still walked next to you and actually tried to be friends with you, mostly because he probably didn’t have a lot of other ones. or maybe you were being a little mean for thinking that.

a few days turned into a few months and then a year. during that time a few of your assumptions about dwight turned out to be false. i guess the saying about making assumptions makes an ass out of you and i is true.

anyways, he’d invite you over to his house for dinners when your mom couldn’t make it home that night because of work, you knew his whole family and considered them an extension of your own. it was then when you had found out that his family would call dwight “dewey”. his seven year old sister, tatum, was secretly your favorite. she always greeted you excitedly and would stick by your side whenever she was able to. when you weren’t in dewey’s room, you were helping out with tatum, usually painting her nails and giving her a pg version of the latest gossip at school. she’d also drag dewey into doing little fashion shows or make him play barbies with the two of you.

after that year, you and dewey were pretty much best friends — and pretty much in love with each other. what you thought was normal, the lingering touches and longing gazes into each other’s eyes, actually wasn’t to your surprise. and despite this being brought to your knowledge after an awkward conversation with tatum after watching sixteen candles, you were always together no matter what and honestly, you were happier than ever. you got to hang out with a pretty awesome guy and eventually see him graduate from the woodsboro police academy and become deputy dewey.

you remember asking him why he decided to become a police officer the night his mom threw a congratulatory party for him.

”i wanted to be an officer pretty much since tatum was born. i… i want to protect her and my mom.“ dewey responded honestly as he leaned against the cold kitchen counter, a cold beer was in his hand. his face flushed a light pink, seeming to be a little embarrassed of his answer.

”that’s real sweet, dews. i’m just a little offended you don’t wanna protect me, though…!” you attempted to sound serious but failed, a few giggles escaped your lips. dewey gently pushed your shoulder, shaking his head and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“you know i would do anything to keep you safe, y/n. i don‘t gotta say it for you to know that…”

you felt your heartstrings beings tugged violently in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach begin fluttering at a violent speed. jesus christ. the way he said it made your knees just absolutely weak. it was then you realized that he wasn’t dewey, the baby-ish looking dork from freshman year anymore. he was more mature, a little sexy even despite him still being awkward.

”dwight…” you breathed out, taking a step forward towards him. you wrapped your arms around his taller frame and pressed a kiss on his slightly chapped lips. it took him a moment but dewey kissed you back and you were able to taste the beer and alcohol that laced his lips and saliva. he set the beer bottle he was holding onto the counter and moved his hands to rest on your waist. slowly, his hands began to move lower before you were interrupted.

“y/n? dew- oh my god i’m so sorry.” sidney closed her eyes and put a hand over them for safe measure. the poor girl’s face was flushed a dark red as she spoke again, “dewey, your mom just wanted me to tell you that we’re gonna cut your cake but… if right now isn’t a good time to-“

”no! we can go right now. the three of us. lets go!” you quickly said before rushing out the kitchen, making a beeline to the dining table where dewey’s little congratulatory cake sat. behind you, you could hear dewey and sidney exchanging a few words in a hushed manner. you tried convincing yourself that you didn’t really care about what they said but really? who the hell were you kidding? you stood next to your mom and she mumbled something about your lipstick being smeared.

you rolled onto your side and looked at dewey, who was already staring at you. he had gotten off his shift at the station a few hours ago and was in his pajamas. you had dragged him out the house to come hang out with you despite his constant protests.

“why were you so adamant on not coming out?” you asked him, letting go of the grass and you were now playing with the ends of his sleeves. he let out a long sigh and his eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

”casey becker… her and her boyfriend got murdered earlier. it was scary, y/n. scarier than what happened to sid’s mom… they were gutted.“ dewey explained, with each word you felt your stomach churn more and more. you guessed that by the look on your face, dewey already knew you were probably gonna piss your pants at the news so he gently took your hands in his and scooted closer to you.

“i won’t let anything happen to you though. we’re gonna catch that asshole, alright?” he squeezed your hands, trying to calm you. it wasn’t so much that you worried about YOU getting murdered, it was more so about dewey getting hurt.

“and you? you need to protect yourself, not just other people. that’s how you end up seriously hurt!” you sat up, taking your hands away from his.

“i’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry over me. i’m the best deputy in this town, y/n. trust me.“ dewey sat up and grinned as he lifted his arm to show off the slight muscle tone on his arms. you felt yourself blush just like how you did when you two were at his celebration party. you smiled back at him and let out a small sigh.

”i do. it’s just… scary. nobody in this shit town has handsome boyish looks like you! there’s no one but you to admire around here!” you squeezed dewey’s cheek before he shooed your hand away as he scrunched up his nose in fake annoyance.

after that, he walked you home. on your way there, you held onto his arm and made sure your steps were in-sync. whenever you‘d turn around to check your surroundings because you were paranoid due to the event dewey had told you about, he’d tug you closer to him or tell you something funny that happened at work that day in an attempt to ease your nerves.

at your front door, dewey pulled you into a tight hug. his head rested on top of yours as you pressed the side of your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. it was fast.

“y/n. i need you to keep a weapon close to you tonight, please. and call me if you need anything.” he gave you one more squeeze and you leaned in closer to his embrace. it was moments like these that you wish would never ever end – but this was reality, sadly. after agreeing, the two of you said your good nights and he headed back home.

the next morning you’re at work and all everyone is talking about is the gruesome murder of casey becker and her boyfriend. the whole situation has your stomach churning. couldn’t these people let the poor girl and her boyfriend rest in peace? oh! and to top it all off, gale weathers is back in town. the same woman that not only profited on pretty much calling sidney a liar after her mother’s murder but also the woman who dewey drooled over whenever he watched her show.

“y/n!“ a familiar voice called out from across the room. tatum came walking over to the counter with her weirdo boyfriend stu and sid.

“oh my god tatum! hey! and hey sid, stu! what can i get you guys?”

the three of them ordered and you began to make their coffees. while doing so, tatum sat on the counter while sid and stu took some seats.

“you hear about gale?” tatum asked from behind. you could practically hear the eye roll she did just through her voice.

“yeah, she’s back to cover the murders. but what about her?”

”oh nothing besides the fact that mr. deputy dewey is fan-boying over her. he literally can’t keep it in his pants! jeez, i swear sometimes he acts like he’s still sixteen.” you turned around at her words, shaking your head. tatum’s words about dewey hurt you a little. you handed her the three coffees with a frown on your face.

“he was never really the subtle type if we’re being honest.” you laughed dryly and tatum looked at you with a sympathetic expression.

“sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have said anything, i know you’re into him for whatever reason.” she leaned over to you after setting the coffees down and pulled you into a tight hug. she mumbled something about him being an asshole into your shoulder that makes you laugh.

“it’s alright, he’s my asshole.” you pulled away from her. you thought tatum would be like “aww” but instead she gave you a weird look. it took you a minute to finally realize what she was weirded out about.

“wait… that came out wrong. he’s not my asshole in like the literal sense! he’s my asshole in a figur-“ you tried explaining before getting cut off by sid.

”sorry to cut your guys’ definitely normal conversation but we gotta get to school. thanks for the coffee y/n, you’re the best.” sid smiled warmly at you, just as she always did. whenever you two would talk, you wondered how she always stood so kind even after everything that’s happened to her. she was younger than you and yet she was so much better — and you admired that.

later that day, dewey stopped in with a starstruck look on his face. he excitedly ran up to the counter and held onto the edge, just barely leaning closer to you. you quirked an eyebrow up and waited a few seconds for him to tell you what happened but you were met with silence from him.

“are you gonna tell me what the hell is up or are you gonna stare at me all day?” you rolled your eyes at the taller man and crossed your arms over your chest. when you finished your sentence, dewey’s face lit up as if you reminded him of what he was (possibly) trying to convey telepathically with you.

“gale weathers is into me! …i think!” was all he said, unnecessarily loud. you were relieved the shop was pretty empty today because… if anyone heard what dewey just said… oh my god would that be embarrassing.

“gale? gale weathers?“

”yeah! she was flirting with me back at the school cus’ i was over there helping with interrogations. she was there and y’know…” dewey grinned ear to ear remembering the scene playing out between him and gale all over again.

”oh my god, dews. you’re so fucking whipped for her! tatum was right, keep it in your pants!” you made a disgusted look on your face and dewey just rolled his eyes, barely paying any mind to what you were saying.

“you know what y/n? you’re just jealous that there’s no sexy news anchors coming around the shop to hit on you!“ dewey pointed an accusatory finger at you in which made you gasp.

“for the record, dwight, my type isn’t shitty news anchors!“

“then what is your type?” dewey asked.

”you’re my type, bozo.” you tried to say as non-chalantly as possible but you couldn’t help your voice from cracking in the middle of your sentence. smooth much? dewey stood quiet as his face reddened for a few seconds and you could swear the air around you thickened.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, y/n.” dewey laughed, almost sounding disappointed.

“dews i-“ he cut you off and asked for his usual before placing his total on the counter and stepping away. you mentally facepalmed yourself, why the hell was this so hard?

you quickly made his drink — an iced coffee that was mostly french vanilla cream and sugar rather than actual coffee — and handed it to him. he mumbled a quick “bye” to you before rushing to get back into his shift.

the rest of your day is pretty tame. after she had gotten out of school, tatum and her mother stopped by the shop and had offered you to stay the next few nights with them, worrying for your safety as you now lived alone. your mother moved back to the city when you were nineteen so besides them and your estranged extended family, they didn’t exactly feel good about you being anywhere else. so after some convincing, you decided “why not?”

after dropping some of your things off at the riley’s place, you and tatum had swung by the video store to grab “all the right moves” with tom cruise because, according to tatum, “if you pause it just right, you can see his penis.” while there, you two saw randy and he silently judged your picks.

when you were done, tatum drove you two to pick up sid but as you drove up, there were blue and red flashing lights and an ambulance. she stopped the car abruptly and the two of you ran out the car to where sidney sat with dewey, some medics, and another officer. at first, dewey tried kicking both you and tatum out because it was a crime scene but with sidney‘a permission, you could stick around.

“her dad’s out of town, alright? she’s staying with us tonight. y/n too.” tatum rolled her eyes at dewey and he glanced at you.

“does mom know?” dewey asked his little sister as she turned away from him.

��yes doofus…” tatum gave dewey another dirty look and this was one of those moments you were thankful you didn’t have actual siblings. you patted dewey’s shoulder while tatum helped sid out the ambulance.

you looked up at him and as always, he was already looking at you. dewey wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him into a side hug.

“what happened?”

“sid got attacked. that asshole broke in after calling her and chased her around in a ghost mask. she scared him off but then her boyfriend, billy, shows up and he has a phone on him!“ dewey explained just loud enough for only you to hear. you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form and you leaned closer to him.

“that poor girl. is he a suspect then?” dewey nodded in response and your eyes widened. you couldn’t imagine what she was going through.

“i probably shouldn’t be talking about this too much though… but… you’re staying over tonight?“

“yeah. your mom and tate came over the shop before my shift ended and asked. you know i can’t say no to them…” you smiled at him and dewey let out a chuckle. “when’re you getting off?” you asked.

“after i take sid to the station to get questioned i’ll be done for the night. are you gonna tag along?”

“oh no. i don’t wanna intrude. i love sid and all but i don’t think it’s my place to go with her right now.”

”i’ll ask one of the guys to drive you back to the house then, alright? i can’t let you go back alone.” dewey then let you go to walk over to another officer before motioning you to come over.

you rummaged through dewey’s shirt drawers and decided on changing into one of his white t-shirts that was a little too big on you. you and dewey used to switch clothes back when he was shorter than you and tatum still did her fashion shows. nowadays, it was more of you borrowing his clothes and his closet getting smaller and smaller.

you walked out of dewey’s room after changing and heard chatter coming from downstairs, it was something about someone punching someone else? you waited for them to come up before asking about it.

“god! y/n you totally missed it! gale was pissing off sid talking about her book all like ‘i’ll send you a copy’ and sid punches her! like bam! bitch went down!” tatum grins almost from ear to ear, you could tell she was just bursting with pride because of her best friend being a badass.

“holy shit! good job, you have some big balls!” you and sid high-fived before dewey nudged you in the side and mumbled something about you two having to be ”role models”. sid excused herself and tatum to go change and they disappeared into tatum’s room, leaving you and dewey in the hall.

“we should probably get her some ice…” you suggested to dewey who hadn’t gotten the chance to get changed yet.

“yeah we sho- are you wearing my shirt?“ dewey narrowed his eyes at the oversized shirt on you, analyzing it.

“maaayyybe…” you looked up innocently at him and noticed that his face was flushing a dark red again.

“it looks better on you than on me. you should keep it, y/n.” you smiled at his words and nodded. quickly after that, the two of you fetched the ice for sid’s hand and went to his room.

“don’t look at me while i’m changing. i’m shy.” dewey half-joked as you pressed your face against his pillow while he changed into his pajamas. as soon as he was done, he smacked the top of your head with another pillow to signal that you could look at him again. you sat up and quickly evaluated his choice in pajamas: a white t-shirt identical to the one you wore and dark gray sweats.

“dews… can i tell you something?”

”you can tell me anything.”

”i know it’s probably a weird time to tell you but what i said at the shop, it was true.” you admitted, your face heated up almost immediately. you looked at the wall next to dewey, scared to see his reaction to what you said. as usual, he didn’t say anything. he just leaned in, practically pushing you down onto the bed, so that he could press his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck and dewey‘s hands were holding himself up from crushing you underneath him. you felt his mustache tickle your top lip and the top of your nose and let out a giggle. eventually he pulled away from your lips to breathe.

“i… was that okay?“ dewey asked from above you, his face was now full of worry as he looked down at your shocked expression.

“yes… yes. that was more than okay. do it again if you want!“ with your permission, dewey didn’t waste his time going back to kissing you. you could tell that he was relishing this moment with the way his whole demeanor was screaming confidence now. he flipped the two of you over so that his back was against the bed and you were straddling him. his hands were resting at the curve of your waist but you moved them lower and let out a soft gasp when he squeezed.

but then his mother knocked on the door, causing the both of you to jump to opposite sides of the bed.

“dewey? dewey!” her panicked voice yelled through the door. after listening closer for a second, he heard sid yelling at someone over the phone and quickly grabbed his gun before running out. you furrowed your eyebrows and thought wondered why the hell did you guys always get interrupted when something good happened between you?

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Volo NSFW Alphabet

It seems only fitting that to welcome this man I thirst so much for to this blog, that I do a NSFW alphabet for him. Thank you to the anon who immediately requested this after I added him to the list! You’re a legend!

This goes without saying but this is very NSFW. Reader’s gender is ambiguous! Also PLA spoilers?? (As in Volo’s arc)

NSFW under the cut!

A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

After all the hard work you’ve done to please him, all those punishments you’ve taken, what kind of a man would he be if he didn’t tend to your every whim?

He takes care with cleaning you, tending to you, holding you, making you feel loved and safe. You’ve done so well… it’s the least he can do

B = Body part (what is their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner?)

On himself, it’s his face, no question, no doubt. He is effortlessly beautiful, in an alluring, androgynous manner. He often fancies himself the perfect specimen, perhaps Arceus’s greatest achievement (If only he could meet them)

He’s greedy, he has two favourites on you. Your lips and hips.

Oh yes, those pretty lips that sing his name so sweetly, that stretch to take his length so well. Those beautiful hips that he grabs and grasps and bruises and tugs and pulls and prods and sinks his teeth into, they accentuate your frame so perfectly.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He likes to spill it across your stomach and chest, or give you a facial if he's feeling in a particularly degrading mood.

If you're good, if he deems you worthy of receiving such a precious gift, he will cum inside you

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Gets off on the idea that Arceus is not only watching the two of you do it, but that they approve and encourage it.

Arceus does not think that way, they wants you whores to stop invoking their name when you fuck

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, no one took his fancy, no one was good enough to receive him… you are his one and only.

He is quite knowledgeable, he has read up on the subject many times, maybe he’s even watched it occur, so he has a decent grasp of it. With you, with time, he becomes immaculate in bed.  

F = Favourite Position

Him sitting down somewhere, a throne maybe? You on his lap, riding him, his hands on your hips, bringing you up and down just how he likes it.

In this position or others, you have to face each other. He needs to see your face twisted in pleasure by him, see those lips form circles that leak the most wonderful sounds, catch your shame-and-ecstasy-filled gaze.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or humorous?)

Mostly on the serious side, having sex, being inside you, he thinks it quite special and profound, even if he’s being rough and raw with you.

He does get a bit jokey when teasing you, but it’s light and not very common.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

He is perfectly manscaoed/completely bald down there. But it would have been more golden-brown than blonde.

I wanna say I have an explanation for this but I don’t

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

While he does love you, and does express an, admittedly twisted, form a love to you during sex, I wouldn’t say he’s romantic in bed.

He’s intimate in a different way. Every time he has sex with you, he considers it almost a holy act, definitely a special union, so he treats it with the respect and thought it calls for.

You are his, you are perfect, you are the only person he would ever share such moments with. There is an immense weight in that.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon.)

He’s away a lot, so he finds himself turning to his hand to fulfil a role you usually play. Tends to be quite furious with it, much like he is fucking you. I imagine he likes to keep a piece of your clothing with him, sometimes breathing in your scent while imagining being inside you.

On numerous occasions, he’s tied you up and jerked off, leaving you painfully wanting.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks.)

Heavy dom/sub vibes, a lot of worship and praise. Usually he is your God, or the closest being to one, and you dutifully follow every commandment, sometimes he is merciful and kind, sometimes he is decidedly not.

And when he is the worshipper, he is dutiful and obedient, finding great pride and pleasure in serving you.

Naturally such things involve a lot of restraints ;)

Also if applicable, I feel like breeding would totally be a major kink of his. What better way to claim you than to have you carry his child?

L = Location (where are their favourite places to do the do?)

He’s a travelling merchant, so for him, anywhere dry and sheltered is fair game, a tent, a cave, beneath a tree. He definitely prefers doing it outside, but wouldn’t say no to staying over in your home in Jubilife village for a night ;)

Really really wants to fuck in the Temple of Sinnoh

Also he kinda wants to fuck in the ancient retreat, but he does not want to incur Cogita’s wraith.

M = Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going?)

Seeing your skin wet from the bath, the elegance of your fancy kimonos, watching you dress/undress, your shyness and fluster, your smile...

These bewitchments you cast on him seem to become exponentially more powerful the closer he comes to achieving his goals.

N = NO (is there something they wouldn’t do? what are their turn-offs?)

He would never share you. While you are together, you are his, nobody else is good enough to delight in you. Not when you have him to sate you so thoroughly.

Also while he loves to dish out pain and degradation, he does not like receiving it in return.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Nothing makes him feel more powerful than to see you on your knees, between his thighs, tentatively licking and sucking his cock like the obedient little pet you are. He loves lacing his fingers in your hair and sharply tugging whenever you do something particularly pleasurable.

That being said, he is no slacker when it comes to reciprocating. He loves making you orgasm with just his mouth, it feels him with immense pride and satisfaction.

Loves when you smush his face between your thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

Almost always rough, though pace varies if he’s feeling more rabid or wants to really take his time torturing you.

Rarely, he’ll be softer with you, in very special intimate moments, where he’s uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Q = Quickie (what is their opinion on quickies over proper sex? how often do they have quickies?)

While he loves taking his time with you… he’s almost always on the go, so quickies are bound to happen. A good chunk of your encounters are this way.

He does enjoy them, he thinks the time pressure adds a satisfying thrill. Seeing you hurriedly make yourself decent after he’s just wrecked you is icing on the cake for him.

R = Risk (are they willing to experiment? do they take risks?)

Absolutely! He loves to learn, loves to experience new things. Nearly any new way he can punish or pleasure you is worth at least a look in to.

As much as he wants people to know you belong solely to him, and that you love to be taken by him, he also wants to keep up his little inconspicuous merchant façade, so he tries not to get caught when he’s screwing you silly.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

About two rounds, but it’s usually just the one. He loves to draw it out.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s a trader of goods, so I imagine he’s encountered  some… unique goods in his time. Goods he loves to use on you.

Particularly he likes ones he can leave inside you, that you feel throughout the day, that you’re not allowed remove until he says so

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

King of teasing. He just has so much fun riling you up and pulling away when you need him most. He thinks you look best naked and flustered beyond belief.

V = Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

Melodic moans and tender mewls, along with purrs of praise and cruel words.

He’s on the quieter side, but you can occasionally elicit a particularly loud groan out of him.

W = Wild Card (a random nsfw headcanon.)

A biter. Definitely a biter. You are lucky that the time period mostly demands modesty… the marks he’s left on you are plenty and everywhere.

X = X-Ray (what’s going on in those pants?)

There’s a reason his clothes are so baggy 👀

Considering that he thinks he a. deserves to meet God, and b. should destroy and reshape the world in his own image, he definitely has a massive schlong to match such a huge ego.

It’s very long, and somewhat thick. Extremely aesthetically pleasing (if that’s something you can apply to be a penis lol)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The more you get to know each other, the more unhinged he gets, the more and more he wants-no, needs you.

At first it’s fairly low, maybe once or twice a week, but it quickly escalates. If he could have you multiple times a day, every day, that would be heaven for him.

He wouldn’t need Arceus then lol

Z = ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

Not quickly at all. Sure, it calms him, clears his mind, but it doesn’t make him very tired. Sometimes he fucks you and just… continues on with his day, while he leaves you snug in bed. Though occasionally, he’s so worn that he’ll just hold you and fall sound asleep a few minutes later.

[octaviasdread]

any girls! dark academia movie recs? i really struggle to find anything not about a group of boys (as much as I love them)

SO MANY!!! This is probably a far more detailed answer than you were expecting but this is a popular question and I want to keep a list for myself and others.

Feel free to add to it/give opinions. I've tried to give a tw for anything I can remember

Girls! Dark Academia Movies/TV Shows

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

1950s Women’s college

Art professor! Julia Roberts

She’s legit the female Mr Keating of the art & college world

Feminism vs. Tradition

Maggie Gyllenhall x Ginnifer Goodwin; their characters were more than friends. Fight me.

Does not end how you expect

Strike!/All I Wanna Do/The Hairy Bird (1998)

MY FAVOURITE!!!

Free on YouTube under one of its various names

Comedy

1960s all girls boarding school

Young Kirsten Dunst

Group of girls plot to sabotage a merger with a boys school less prestigious than their own

Secret attic clubhouse meetings of the D.A.R aka Daughters of the American Ravioli (eaten cold, ew)

girls get political & advocate for their rights using ANY elaborate and chaotic scheme

TW: eating disorder, vomiting & creepy male teacher but the girls plot against him too

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

based on a short book I read for uni by Muriel Spark

1930s girls school in Edinburgh

Scottish teacher! Maggie Smith, controversial with a focus on romantic ideals

Spoiler alert, the liberal teacher is actually a fascist

Her group of fave students has cult- vibes and it’s fascinating

Picnic at Hanging Rock

1970s movie or 2018 mini series

Never watched either but I plan to

Wild Child (2008)

00s romcom every UK teen girl loves

Emma Roberts as the spoiled rich American teenager sent to a strict English boarding school

Plots to get herself expelled but oh no she’s making friends with the girls who help her

And the headmistress has a hot son, and he’s nice??? Double oh no

ICONIC SCENES

Everything! Goes! Wrong!

omg she burns the school down

Feel good, comfort, nostalgia

St Trinians (2007)

English girls boarding school

The kids are all criminals, no joke

So are the teachers

CHAOTIC

gay awakening for british girls

Art heist pulled off by school girls

Government tries to shut them down but oh no, the education minister & the headmistress are ex-lovers

Colin Firth x Rupert Everett in drag

Superior cast: Jodie Whittaker, Gemma Arterton, Juno Temple, Stephen Fry, Colin Firth, etc...

embodies the phrase 'problematic fave'

St Trinians 2: The Legend of Fritton’s Gold (2009)

Mystery, pirate ancestors, hidden treasure

omg Shakespeare was a woman

girls disguised as boys to infiltrate and rob the posh boys school

Villain! David Tennant in that ICONIC boat scene

Teen girls vs. ancient misogynist brotherhood

like the first film but MORE chaotic and BETTER!???

The Falling (2014)

1960s all girls school

best friends! but its unrequited love

Agoraphobic + distant mother aka mommy issues

Sudden death and the school suppresses/ignores the students grief, sparking mass hysteria & a fainting epidemic in the girls

Cast: Maisie Williams (GoT) & Florence Pugh (Little Women) & Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders)

TW: teen pregnancy, death, vomiting, underage s*x, sibling inc*st, past s*xual assault

READ THE PLOT SUMMARY FIRST

The Book Thief (2013)

Based on an amazing book by Markus Zusak

set in 1940s Nazi Germany

Daughter of a communist whose family were taken by the Nazis/died is fostered by an older couple who teach her to read & she paints a dictionary on the basement walls

Coming of age story about a compulsive book thief. No joke, this kid steals books from banned book burnings and breaks into the mayor's library through the window

Family hides the Jewish son of an old friend in their basement and he helps her to start writing about her experiences in the war

TW: death, bombings, WW2 anti-semitism

Mary Shelley (2017)

Overall good & roughly biographical

Pretty costumes and aesthetic

Modern feminist take on Mary Shelly in her own time period

So many INACCURACIES for the drama so don’t take it as truth

Percy Shelley slander and not all of it is justified

Cast: Elle Fanning, Douglas Booth, and Maisie Williams

The Secret Garden (1993)

Based on a fave childhood book

1901 colonial India & Yorkshire, England

Orphaned, spoilt & neglected girl sent to live with her reclusive Uncle in the English countryside

Gothic elements, mysteries, secret doors/passages/locked gardens

local boy with a flock of animals, magic, kids chanting around a fire and all around immaculate vibes

Happy ending!!!

Hidden Figures (2016)

African-American women as mathematicians for NASA

1960s space project

Women balancing a career and family obligations

Deals with racial & gender discrimination

Loosely based on the lives of Katherine Johnson, Mary Jackson, and Dorothy Vaughan who worked for NASA as engineers & mathematicians

Anne of Green Gables (1985) & sequel (1987)

Adaptation L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

Canada (late 1890s/early 1900s)

Highly imaginative & bookworm orphan is adopted by a reclusive elderly brother and sister duo

Small town & school years comedic drama

Unrequited Enemies -> Friends -> lovers

Inspiring new woman teacher

Girls re-enact Tennyson’s poem and nearly drown for the aesthetic™

Dramatic poetry reading with INTENSE 👀eye contact👀

Writer! Anne & English teacher! Anne dealing with unruly girls school antics

Collette (2018)

biographical drama on french writer Sidonie-Gabrielle Collette

Victorian & Edwardian era France

More talented than her husband so she ghostwrites for him

Fight for creative ownership of her wildly successful novels

Affairs with a woman called Georgie and also with Missy, born female but masculine presenting

Cast: Keira Knightly, Dominic West, Eleanor Tomlinson (Poldark)

Enola Holmes (2020)

Netflix book adaptation

Younger sister of Sherlock Holmes

Victorian era! feminism/suffragettes

Mother-daughter focus

Mystery, adventure, secret codes, teens running away & escaping from (and eventually fighting) assassins

Cast: Helena Bonham Carter, Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, Fiona Shaw, Millie Bobby Brown

Ginger & Rosa (2012)

1960s England

best friends since literal birth navigating troubled teen years

poet & anti-nuclear activist! Ginger

off the rails but also catholic! Rosa

Shout out to Mark & Mark the gay godfathers we all want

family troubles 

TW: older man has an affair with a 17 yr old

Testament of Youth (2014)

based on WW1 memoir by Vera Brittain

young woman (writer & poetry lover) escapes traditional family & goes to study at Oxford University

abandons to become a war nurse

romance, tragedy and war trauma

Cast: Alicia Vikander, Kit Harrington (GoT), Taron Edgerton (Rocketman), Colin Morgan (Merlin)

Little Women (2019)

Writer! Jo & Artist! Amy

Mother/daughter focus and sister dynamics

the March sisters’ theatre club is *chefs kiss*

champagne problems edits of Jo x Laurie are a mood

Ambivalent ending perfectly captures Louisa May Alcott’s dilemma with the book the movie is based on

set in 1860s America

ALL STAR CAST and a Greta Gerwig masterpeice

Lady Bird (2017)

coming of age in early 2002/2003 Sacramento, California

all girls catholic school

writer! Christine aka Lady Bird wants to get outta town and start her life again at college 'in a city with culture'

Mother/daughter dynamics - so realistic!

I live for that Jesus car stunt & the nun's reaction

school theatre program

Cast: Saoirse Ronan, Timothee Chalamet, Beanie Feldstein

Another Greta Gerwig gem

Beguiled (2017)

Virginia, civil war era

Girls school with only five students and two teachers left

Find an injured Union army soldier & bring him inside

Women & teenagers want his attention (v. problematic) before uniting against him

(tbh you'll either love it, hate it, or watch once & forget it)

Sofia Coppola film so its very feminine gaze

TW: violence, death, underage

Legally Blonde (2001)

No questions will be taken

Elle Woods was the blue print

TV series:

House of Anubis (2011-2013)

I know it’s a kids/young teen show but I still unironically love it

ANCIENT EGYPT!!!!

Modern day with Victorian era links to treasure hunters & Egyptian research expeditions (stealing from tombs)

Chosen one plot lines, curses, kidnapping, mysteries, secret tunnels under the school, elixir of life

Teens have investigate & protect themselves cus oh no the TEACHERS are involved in some shady stuff

new American kid at British boarding school is the actual premise not just a fanfic au

Nostalgic, light-hearted, funny, and kinda cheesy but I will accept no criticism

The Alienist (2018 -now)

Mid 1890s, New York

Woman’s private detective agency (Season 2)

Serial killer mystery

Woman secretary turns detective and teams up with a criminal psychiatrist and a newspaper editor to solve crime

TW: violence, child pr*stit*tion

Cast: Dakota Fanning, Luke Evans, Daniel Bruhl

The Queen’s Gambit (2020)

Woman chess prodigy

1950s & 1960s

TW: drug & alcohol abuse

Gentleman Jack (2019 - now)

Based on the diaries of Anne Lister

Victorian Yorkshire, England

Upper-class lesbians

Confident, suit wearing! Anne Lister x shy! Ann Walker

Business woman! Anne running the family mines

Cast: Suranne Jones (Doctor Foster) & Sophie Rundle (Peaky Blinders)

TW: violence

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

bubbly/ambitious single mom + intelligent daughter

bookworm! Rory Gilmore gets into a prestigious private school and then an Ivy League college

Small town drama is comedic gold

Fast dialogue packed with pop culture and literary references

Comforting & nostalgic

TEAM JESS

Anne with an E (2017-2019)

Loose adaptation of L.M. Montgomery’s ‘Anne of Green Gables’ books

they completely change the plot lines but it’s still very good content!

Orphan girl with trauma and a love of books/poetry is adopted by an elderly brother & sister duo, bringing light and fresh ideas to a rural community

Feminism, girls writing club, lgbtq safe spaces, girls eduction, black/indigenous representation

Miss Stacy as THAT inspiring teacher

Aunt Josephine’s lavish gay parties have my heart

TW: creepy male teacher tries to marry a student, racial discrimination, indigenous assimilation school

Victoria (2016-2019)

Adaption of Queen Victoria’s life

Victoria navigating her political, royal, and personal life

Albert’s involvement with The Great Exhibition, 1851 (on cultural + industrial innovations)

Alfred Paget x Edward Drummond is exquisite

Gorgeous costumes and aesthetics

TW: bury your gays trope

Derry Girls (2018-now)

1990s Northern Ireland during the troubles

Comedy, episodes 20-25 mins long

English boy sent to an all girls Catholic school with his cousin

✨Dead Poets Society parody episode ✨with a free-spirited female teacher

Sister Michael, the sarcastic nun who hates her job & reads the exorcist for giggles

Wee anxious lesbian! Clare Devlin (plus her friends wearing rainbow pins)

Badass with bad ideas! Michelle Mallon

Main Character! Erin Quinn

Lovable weirdo who would fight a polar bear! Orla McCool

Wee English fella & honorary Derry girl! James Maguire

Dickinson (2019-now)

Loose adaption of the poet Emily Dickinson’s life

Set in 19th century Massachusetts, US

Historical drama with modern dialogue & music that works SEAMLESSLY

gives a great understanding of Emily Dickinson’s poems

💕Vintage gays! Emily x Sue💕

Theatre club, writing, poetry, dressing as men to sneak into lectures, love letters, teen drama, feminism, and an underground abolitionist journal as a brief side plot in season 2

Wiz Khalifa plays death in a horse drawn carriage

TW: opium use

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2017-2019)

Based on great childhood books

Bookworm! brother, Inventor! sister, and baby sister with sharp teeth

Mystery, secret organisations, orphaned siblings figuring things out & fending for themselves against the villain after their fortune

Adults either cartoon evil, comedically incompetent, or SPIES

Boarding school, library owner, scientific researcher, and theatre episodes

Ambiguous time period which is really fun to try and pin point

Killing Eve (2018-now)

Classic detective who has homoerotic tension with the assassin she is tracking down

British Detective! Eve Polastri figures out the notorious assassin MI5 are investigating is a woman, is fired & then put on a secret MI6 case with a small team

Assassin! Villanelle, a psychopath with a tragic past and a mastery of both accents & fashion

Woman MI6 boss! Carolyn Martens, head of Russian section

Travel Europe following Villanelle’s killings and escaping the assassins sent by Villanelle’s organisation

‘You’re supposed to be my enemy and moral opposite but omg you’re the only one smart enough to get me and why am I obsessed with you????'

🚨 GO IN FOR A KISS AND THEN STAB YOUR ENEMY 🚨

Cable Girls/Las chicas del cable (2017-2020)

Spanish drama set in 1920s Madrid

Four young women at a telecommunications company form a group of friends and help navigate the difficult situations they are all in

Secret identities, dangerous pasts, murder, crime, lgbtq couple & throuple, trans man character, feminism/suffragists

girls commit crimes for humanitarian reasons and cover! it! up!

UNDERRATED SHOW!!!!

Gorgeous costumes and set

Haven’t finished it yet and I’m catching up

TW: abuse, violence, death

Outlander (2014 - now)

haven’t watched yet but plan to

Woman time travels to Scotland, 1743

Rebel highlanders, pirates, British colonies, American revolutionary war

Time jumps between 18th & 20th century

[abi-cosmos]

come get your summer destiel smut! ☀️🍉🧊⛱🧴🍭

This started as a drabble that I was gna post here and nowhere else, but it pulled me under. Time to get a little extra hot under those covers. (Maybe, I dno!)

truly there’s nobody for you but me

part one of the Spoiler alert: they fuck series.

Dean and Castiel are on vacation in a post-Chuck world, but Cas won't take his damn clothes off to soak up the sun. Dean takes matters into his own hands.

There's no plot here, just summer porn with ice, lace restraints, and feelings.

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Rating: Explicit Tags: Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester | Anal sex | Rimming | Ice play | Blow jobs | Dom/Sub undertones | Light *very light* bondage | Romantic sex | Summer vacation | Lake cabin | PWP | Butt plugs | Frottage | Rainbow coloured dildos | Porn with feelings Word count: 3687

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39858501

Sneak peek under the cut:

"Dean, I know you aren't wearing sunscreen," Castiel says, walking along the wooden decking. "...Because it was in my bag under the salt and a packet of beef jerky."

Sitting on a green striped deckchair in his red shorts, Dean smiles at where he's been watching Sam and Eileen in the distance, then looks at Castiel stood next to him, holding out a bottle that smells like sweetened, artificial coconuts.

"The sun is extremely damaging, your neck already looks red and given how many freckles you have-"

"Alright, I get it," Dean puts the beer he literally just got from kitchen next to his feet and sighs. "Hand it over," he opens his palm towards Cas and waits.

It is a beautifully hot day and that’s kinda the whole point; the whole reason they’re here at this lake. Dean had said they needed a vacation, especially after everything with Chuck; Sam had agreed so fast that Dean barely had time to tell Cas before his brother had booked them up. And no, it’s not a beach but Dean is okay with that. Because this is the stop on the way to the beach.

Cas puts the bottle of sunscreen in his hand and Dean snaps it open, squeezing a large handful and rubbing it over his arm as Cas sits on the empty chair next to him.

"What about you, huh? Planning on losing the duds?"

"I hadn’t really thought about it," Cas says, watching a handful of birds fly out from the woodland trees keeping them private. "Probably not."

"Cas, c’mon. It’s hot," Dean reminds him, moving to the next arm. "You can't sit around wearing that all day. We're not working a case, we're on vacation."

Cas sighs, "I know. But I don't see the benefit of me being mostly naked right now."

"What?" Dean replies. "There’s nobody here, just me, and I’ve seen all you got."

"Is that meant to encourage me?" Cas turns to him and damn if his eyes don’t sparkle a fuckton more in the sun. It’s almost like the sky is reflecting in them or some crap; Dean could drown...or fly away. Whatever.

He manages to save himself; a new mission popping into his head. With another large dollop, Dean reaches his calves and then slides up towards his pinker-than-usual knees. “If I wanted to encourage you, I’d say lose the shirt and I might have to rub this on your back."

That sends Cas’ eyebrows up.

Dean smirks, prepping himself for making a deal. "Then after that, well... What say you get my back good and creamed too? I’m talking covered. Don’t wanna miss a spot."

Cas catches his bottom lip, a hint of danger bouncing out of his iris. "I’m pretty sure I could cream your back without taking my own shirt off," he curls his voice in all the right ways to hit Dean's buttons.

"Flirt," Dean says almost derogatory, squeezing more of the liquid into his hand. He rubs it slow over his chest, side-eying because Cas is watching him meticulously. It leaves a trail along his collarbone, a white creamy trail; slightly warm on his skin. Cas clears his throat and looks ahead.

Across the water, Sam and Eileen have long gone, so near to the other side that Dean almost can't find their boat. Them not being here is gonna make this all the more fun, because Cas’ll break, he always does.

Cas rests his finger against his lip, leaning on the arm of the chair as he stares through the trees. Subtly was never the angel's strongest point and Dean can feel him wanting to watch every stroke, fighting the urge like a champ.

With a smug lift of his brows, Dean pushes back into the chair and uses both hands to squeeze the bottle above his belly button. The squirt is obnoxious but succeeds in getting Cas’ full attention. "Can’t believe we got two weeks to just kick back and do this," he says, smoothing the cream over himself like he has no idea that his hand is currently en route to brush over his left nipple. "This is awesome," he continues, wetting his lip at the tingle in his body.

"It’s very peaceful," Cas stutters, the war across his face visible as he tries to pretend the water is more interesting than Dean rubbing his palm too slowly over his chest.

Agreeing, Dean nods. "Sun, good food, beer," he mutters, his skin soft and shiny, smelling like tropical drinks and lunchtime naps. "...Nobody around for miles." With a hitch of his breath, he squeezes a small amount into his left hand then strokes it over his hips; weaving the top of his fingers lower until they’re under the waistband of his shorts. Cas’ eyes are now watching; unwavering; his hand tightening into a fist on the arm of the chair between them. Bingo.

Leaving himself exactly like that; comfy, y’know, he ignores the race of Cas' heart - and his own for that matter - to pick up the bottle of beer. Cas shuffles in his seat when Dean puckers his lips around the rim. He tips it down his throat and damn, it tastes good. Moaning after the swallow, Dean nudges his hand deeper into his shorts. Fingertips inches away from his cock; it stirs under the tease.

"Dean," Cas’ voice cuts between them with quiet, broken tones. "Is this really appropriate?"

Tipping his mouth upside down, Dean looks at him and replies, "Sure." The bottle had been fresh from the fridge and now was wet in the heat. Dripping around his hand, Dean strokes it down to the bottom, eyes still locked onto Cas. Suggestive, Obviously. It doesn't take long for Cas to spot the outline of Dean's semi, pushing unashamedly against his shorts. "Or, we can go inside? Y'know, if you want to?" Dean suggests.

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(How the boys from jjk cuddle u 😌🌸)

Itadori

Itadori’s love language is touch so cuddling and holding each other all night is so nice

if you come anywhere near his bed he’s pulling you in for an instant cuddle

Will snuggle his face into your chest/arms and give you a bunch of quick kisses all over ur face cause he’s excited

He will talk and put kisses all over ur face at the same time.

You two would be wrapped up while he’s talking, “I’m so—“ kiss “happy I get to—” kiss kiss “see you.” Kiss

Whenever you talk expect him to wrap his arms around you and rest his face on your belly (he wants you to scratch his head as you talk)

(If you stop petting him for some reason, he will pick up your hand and put it on his head or look up at you until you pet him again)

Will pass away if you rest your head on his lap

He doesn’t know what to do, just worrying about where to place his hands, he accidentally poked your eye one time even though he was trying to gently pet your head.

He grabbed your face and apologized, squishing it way too hard for you to say anything back.

Megumi

Won’t admit that he likes being little spoon, but he gets happy when u can just… tell he wants to be held.

Very light fluttery touches, like he’s scared of messing up

Loves it when you grab his hand yourself and intertwine fingers

he doesn’t wanna seem clingy, but when he’s too tired to care, expect him to hold you like a koala and bury his head in your shoulder.

He’ll give you back hugs and hold you cause he just likes it a lot…

Gets flustered when you two hug normally, he usually looks down but when you grab his face he will! blush!!

Will watch you with the lightest smile.

Kisses your hand when no ones looking

He really likes to do secret kisses, like on your neck or the top of your head, he likes not letting you know where he’s gonna kiss all the time!

Comb through his hair and he will pass away

Poor guy, he doesn’t get touched enough, if you comb your hands through his hair he will sigh really loud and lean into your touch, but then get embarrassed for getting too relaxed with you.

If you embarrass him too much he stuffs his head into his pillow and groans until his blush is gone.

He whispers “I love you” when you sleep/ cuddle

I’m sure he’s cold too, so he’s always blowing on his fingers until you stuff his hands into your pockets.

If you both have cold hands expect the both of you to have a war on who gets to be warmed up first.

You would probably place ur cold feet on his back while he puts his hands on your neck❤️ the both of y’all need to invest in a heater

Gojo

This Giant yeti man will trick you into being big spoon.

He’ll act like he will hold you from behind, but as soon as you get into the bed his back is facing you. Turning his head to see if you’ll hold him

He likes it cause he feels secure, you have a good hold on him, makes him feel like a baby

Idk he will probably want you to pet his face/ massage it but will randomly stick your fingers in his mouth. :/

no one asked for that...he just grabs your fingers and rams them into his mouth and acts like he did nothing when he takes them out...

Wtf is wrong with him…

He wants you to hold him all the time

When ur cooking expect him to lean on you, wrapping you up.

Walking? His hands all around your shoulders, keeping you close

Working? Plz wrap your arm around his neck.

He’s so clingy, he’s the type of guy who needs to hold hands with you while you pee❤️

if you run your hands through his hair while you cuddle expect him to possibly go quiet. Take advantage of that silence, that quiet blissful two seconds where he stops talking…

Nanami

I feel like he would have sugar daddy vibes when you cuddle…

Like he loosens his tie, leans back with both arms on the couch, and motions for you to come by tapping the couch.

Will pull you in for a side hug and bury his nose in your hair

Forehead kisses? Forehead kisses.

Rarely puts his hands on you, I don’t think his language is touch but when he does I’m sure he’d rest his hand on your head or hips

He dips his head down when he kisses you, and very gently holds your jaw.

Whatever touches he puts on you are very gentle

Will fall asleep if you massage his back!! Like his head will go low and he’ll sigh

Will randomly hold your hand and press it to his lips.

Run your hands through his hair and he discombobulates!!! He literally feels amazing and he just falls asleep

He’s just a sleepy cuddler tbh….

Will lazily have his arm wrapped around you as you sleep.

Sukuna

idk maybe puts you in a chokehold

One time he tried to kiss you while he was just a mouth on Itadori’s cheek….

Bear hugs you from behind

Slaps your thigh and then grips it

Has you sit in his lap no matter what, it’s like a villain who has a cat in their lap all the time.

Definitely wraps his hand around your neck when you kiss😌

Hickeys.., I just…. I know he does so many for no reason

Squeezes your face until you pout at him, then he gives you a kiss

If you guys go on dates, he doesn’t hold your hand when you walk, he holds your arm.

Play with his hair and he’s so confused… like why do… your fingers in his hair feel nice??

Will tell you to stop, but when you do he asks why you stopped.

He lays on his back and opens his arm for you, pulls you close as he stares at the ceiling

You will wake up and he will be straight STARING AT YOU

Unblinking too just: 😐😐😐

is it a loving stare?? Angry one?? We will never know

*That one Junpei episode spoiler warning *

Mahito

First of all….He lives in a sewer so where r u two going to be cuddling🤨🤨🤨 def not on ur bed cause he has bugs.

He stuffs your face in his armpit

Touch his hair and your hands will be wet with grease….

What else do you want me to say….

Okay but he def lays on his back or stomach. If he lays on his stomach he wants you to use his butt as a pillow❤️🥰

Probably holds you around the waist as you two commit crimes together, Bonnie and Clyde style

He’s super ticklish… you guys can barley cuddle cause he’s kicking you off him

Once he gets the hang of holding you, he still lets out little giggles cause!!! It tickles!!

No kisses on his neck though… he will throw his head back laughing and knock you off of him.

Wraps his arm around your neck from behind

hickeys are too scary cause he will just bite you and not let go…. like he truly does bite you, I think he’s trying to eat you...

If you guys hold hands he talks about how quickly he could morph you into a rabbit….

Gives you quick pecks on the cheeks before killing Junpei 😐 you monster….

Idk even if u die he will still cuddle u dw….🧍🏽‍♀️

Getou

Yk how Nanami has sugar daddy vibes? This man has mafia sugar daddy vibes

Probably calls you pet names

Literally motions you to his side with the flick of his finger.

Gets close to your ear and whispers about how pretty you are

Strokes ur face and then dips in for a kiss.

When he sleeps he has you lay on top of him, he likes being able to hold you

He’s very slow with his touches and kisses, like you know he’s going to lean in but he stares for so long before he does so

Prolly grabs your thigh when you sit

When he holds your hand he kisses it and doesn’t break eye contact