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misguidedasgardian · 2 months ago

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Wildcats (XXXII)

XXXII. Prosper season

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Summary: Tomorrow never comes until it's too late..

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injures, hostile takeover, threats, Lucille, someone brains getting bashed in, DEATH OF A SECONDARY CHARACTER, BLOOD, GORE, MOCKING, everything Negan related, kidnapping, LOVES I’M SERIOUS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Another song for a title jejejeje ANYWAYS… I pondered over this over and over about how to go about it… I hope I did it justice.

The three of you looked at the scene, standing still, not daring to move

“What do we do?”, you asked them, “what the hell do we do!?”, you started to feel your own heart beating inside your chest, fear making an appearance.

“We get the hell out of here”, said Alexander, “now”

“We can’t leave!”, Rosita fought back, “We can’t leave our home! Carl! and the others!”

“They are gonna be fine, but we, are the capable ones, we are the experienced fighters, the threats”, he said quickly, ”we are the ones that get killed”

“He makes a good point”, you whispered.

“YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, THAT HOUSE, THAT HOUSE AND THAT OTHER HOUSE! MOVE IT PEOPLE”, Negan, on the street, pointed at yours, Rosita’s and the other house that belonged to your group.

“They’re coming for us”, you whispered, you didn’t even have to ask if they were carrying, they took out their guns from their holsters, ready for anything.

“We stand our ground here”, said Alexander

“They already have hostages”, you whispered, “is not very…”, you interrupted yourself when you saw Arat herself, with that shit eating grin leading a group of goons into your house, “OH FUCK NO!”, you said, ready to get out and intercept her.

“No! wait!”, Rosita grabbed you before you could leave, you looked back at her with a plead in your eyes

“That’s the woman who tortured me”, you said seriously, Rosita and Alex exchanged looks

“Let’s fuck her up”, she said then. You just smirked at her.

But the door slamming open downstairs make all of your heads perk up

“We kill them first”, Rosita said, so you all three nodded, in agreements, and put the safety off of your weapons

Alexander blew the head of the first savior that appeared up the stairs.

Rosita the second

“UH! LOOKS LIKE THE PARTY IS GETTING STARTED!”, Negan shouted, the gunshots resounded all over the house

It was like being in a movie, you had a grave voice as a commentator as you tried to prevent the saviors from coming into your house, you felt like that time at Terminus, it was you or them and right now, you couldn’t afford to be the one to doubt right now, if someone was going to come across you you were likely to kill them, and that was it. They were inside your home, your house, so no, it was non negotiable.

You managed to eliminate those who had entered through the front door, but more were coming, sot he three of you decided to sneak out the back door, and you moved right next door to your house, it was going to be a cold day in hell before you let that woman even touch something that belonged to you or your family.

With the help of Alex you climbed right onto the small roof over the first floor leading to the windows of the second floor, and you climbed through there

Oh you could already hear her. She was giving commands as she register the first floor. You didn’t even wait for Alex and Rosita, but you heard gunshots outside, so you guessed they were on their own fight, but you had to get to Arat, for yourself, nobody could do that to you and come out winning, no way in hell.

You were in the last step of the stairs, and then you saw her, with her smug face signaling his goons to follow her, then she raised her face and saw you, oh you saw it, even if it lasted a second, you saw the fear.

”What the fuck did I say?”, you asked, “that I was going to put my fucking axe through your thick skull”, you will come to be scared of this side of you, the one that not only was alright with killing people, but was enjoying to defeat your enemies, “and here you are, trying to get into my fucking house!?”, you threw your ax at her, as she was trying to get to her feet, she stumbled back the last steps and tried to get away from you as the ax got stuck in the wall where her head had been.

You ran down, grabbed your ax that was stuck to the wall and turned to face her. She had a knife in her hand, but that was not going to help her much. She came at you with it, but you blocked her easily, it was like you had been taken by a foreign entity, you didn’t even recognize yourself as you returned every swing.

The door was open and that’s why she flies back and trough it when you kicked her in her stomach

“Get the hell out of my house!”, you screamed. You grabbed your ax with both hands as you were above her and swung it from above your head down, but as you were ready to end her, you heard like 5 automatics being unlocked. And five saviors were pointing them at you.

Arat stood to her feet, wiping the blood of her mouth

“You think this has a happy ending for you”, she asked you, grabbing your face as another man grabbed your weapons, “it doesn’t, you are not the heroes here”, she said with a mocking grin.

”Although it's been fun to watch, end this now, or I’ll be forced to start killing your people now”, you heard

They grabbed you, making sure they took away your gun, for like the third time is that you lost one of your guns, and of course they took your ax, throwing it in the grass right there, at least they didn’t took it for themselves, and pulled you towards the round up, making sure to rough you up as much as they could, grabbing you tightly and pushing you around.

You huffed when they pushed you to your knees, you didn’t want to fight it unnecessarily, but, you couldn’t help but to feel that usual glint of humiliation, to be treated like this, to be this helpless.

Once you were on the ground, Rosita by your side… there was an awful silence, like the calm before the storm. You felt his gaze on you, but you were so shocked, coming to terms with what was happening, that you didn’t even manage to look at him, your eyes were trailed on the street in front of you.

He whistled then, a sound that chilled you to the very bone, you didn’t even know why, he walked slowly, he was taunting you, he walked in front of you, and the around you, making his abt scratch the floor, as he passed behind you, it made your skin crawl, a tingle down your spine made you twist on the floor, making him chuckle

“Oh darling”, he teased, “are you afraid of me?”, he leaned in, until he could whisper in your ear, “you should be”

“You rapacious rat bastard”, you accused, and he just laughed, “we gave you sanctuary”

“Well, it's not like we needed it”, he said, hissing theatrically. “I already have a Sanctuary”

“If you could come in at any second, why do all of this?”, you asked him. He just looked down at you

“You won’t believe the valuable information I gathered these past weeks”, he said, now he spoke seriously, “How you work as a team, how you think… specially, how you think”, you frowned as you looked at him, “you gave me much to think darlin’, you did”, he said, “now!”, you jumped as he suddenly raised his voice, “I don’t want the others to think I play favorites, so, be a doll, and stay there looking pretty alright?”, He walked away from you, teasing, looking at the different people he had on his knees

You were nothing impressive, barely people that got a couple of weeks of training with Alex and Rosita, definitely no threats.

You looked around to find your people, Gabriel, and Tyresse, you cursed them in your mind, for you could tell they didn’t fight it, they just took it, and went willingly when armed guys entered their houses and made them kneel.

“People of Alexandria!”, he shouted, “For those who don’t know me… I’m Negan”, he said, he swung his barbed wire bat threateningly, “Deanna here did knew me better though, thought she could strike a deal with me, close and personal”, he teased with a wide smile, “but that’s not how it works”

“You told me we had more time”, she accused, and this was a bit above your paygrade, but… you really wanted to know what went down there.

You heard gunshots in the distance, coming from Olivia’s place down the street, you looked at Negan, but he was only smiling widely, a bit later, two men brought in Carl, alone, they haven't even touched him, but they treated him roughly and made him kneel right on the other side of the street in front of you. his eyes immediately found yours

“are you ok?”, you mouthed, and he barely nodded

“I will let Olivia stay in the house with Judith”, hearing the little girl’s name coming out from his mouth made your stomach turn, “for you to see how reasonable I can be”, he said with a smile.

But that didn’t make you feel any better

“That’s all of them boss”, muttered a guy you haven't seen before, so Negan seemed to look for someone amongst you, you saw his dark eyes scanning the place, then he finally turned to the both of you

“Where’s Alexander?”, he asked, you looked around and realized, he wasn’t anywhere, they brought in Rosita, but not him

“He got away”, said Rosita with a smirk, but Negan was not amused at all.

“Find him!”, he said, and a group of Simon's men ran to fulfill the order, you looked at Rosita and she nodded at you, you smiled back

He was going to indeed fuck them up

“This is not funny”, muttered Negan, “this shit ain’t funny at all, in fact, it's gonna cost you!”, he said, out loud.

Alex was right, he presented a threat to this, and it's a good thing he escaped, he could do so much from the outside, especially if he manages to get to the container filled with guns.

“Before we can truly start this… we need to wait for the rest of you”, your eyes could not leave his form, he truly scared you, he was unpredictable, “they should be back shortly”, your eyes opened wide… oh the rest of them? Daryl? Rick? Michonne?

No no no no

“Yeah, you should leave before they get here”, said Carl, he was defiant as always, “they will kill you all”, he snapped

“Carl!”, you called, “stop”, Negan chuckled darkly, as did many of their men

“Really kid? threats?”, he asked

“You think you know us but you don’t”, he kept going, “you don’t really know how dangerous we are”

“Carl please!”, you said again. Alexander was right, you were the threats and so far… you had been fine, but Negan did not need to be reminded there was a clear difference between your group and the natives of Alexandria, not right now.

“Don’t be rude darling”, said Negan, “the kid and I are talkin”

Negan then looked around with a smile on his face

“Oh is that what this is? Are you waiting for the valiant heroes to come back and save you? for the badass group that your leader accepted into your home to rescue all from the big bad wolf?”, he laughed, he laughed in the faces of all the hopeful people, “oh if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying much attention!”, he was like one of those charismatic presenters of those TV contests and if you weren’t at his mercy, with a gun pointing to the back of your head, you’d be really entertained

The sky was turning gray, the new day threatening to show up, but you still had a couple of hours left… of darkness.

Headlights interrupted you, coming from the gates, and the rumbles of a couple of engines cut through the silence that had been settled above the lot of you.

“Damn! Was that cool or what? we timed it almost perfectly!”, Negan said with a wide smile, the gates opened to let four other vehicles in, two of them were vans, then there was the RV, Alexandria’s RV, and then a big truck. They came down the street until they were in front of the first vehicles. The vans parked backwards so the back was towards you.

Several men surrounded the vehicles, and helped them unload whatever was in the van. Soon, you realized, they were the rest of your family.

Simon led the gloomy committee, as he made his men drag your family from the vehicles. You gasped when you saw Daryl, they just threw him on the street, he was not wearing the long sleeve shirt had this morning, he had his vest but nothing more, and he was shaking, covered by a thick blanket, and down his right arm was blood, shiny, new blood, he was wounded

His eyes found your own and you wanted to cry

The others seemed well, although, you could tell, there were some people missing… Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Carol, Morgan, they were nowhere to be seen.

Oh gods, where they dead?

You tried to get to Daryl but someone grabbed you roughly -again- making you whine in pain, throwing you back into the ground.

You then looked for the eyes of Rick, who just looked like he just came down to the same realization as you. He was looking at Negan like he was the evil incarnated, and you realized that just now he was coming to the realization you had about an hour ago.

That Smith was Negan… That you were completely screwed, and at the mercy of the enemy that you had let inside your walls.

The rest of them, Abraham, Sasha, Aaron, Eugene, Michonne, looked… like they had been through hell, and you could read the shock in their faces like an open book

Abraham, and Michonne looked more composed, showing nothing in their stone cold faces. But… the rest of them were completely frightened

“Great!, now that everyone’s here…!”, it was like Smith was on crack, “or at least… some of you”, shit shit shit, you looked frantically at Rick, who found your eyesight and nodded softly, trying to calm you down, you now were the one losing it, and quickly.

“We can come to an agreement…”

“Nope!”, said Negan, swinging his bat into the air, “No, Rick, you don’t speak for Alexandria, and don’t think you’d notice… but you are not in a position to negotiate anything right now”, he said, he was very theatrical, he was. “Now, where were we?”, he asked, he turned and looked at you, you looked back at him wide-eyed, “oh yeah… first impressions, paying the price of someone escaping… yes… let’s wrap that up”, he said

This couldn’t be good

“But…!”, with his sudden change of tone he always made you jump, “before we can begin, I need you all to turn to the same page as us… you need to understand… how things are going to be from now on… we… are the saviors, and now, you are under our wings”, he said with a taunting smile, “you will scavenge for me, you will work for me, and you will provide for me… in turn… we… will save you”

“From what?”, asked Abraham. But it only took one look from Negan for you to realize what he meant… from himself and his group.

“From the dead ones, of course”, he said, frowning, but with a wide smile on his face. “For you to understand who I am… and who we are… We want to make things clear from the get go… so I’m going to beat the hell out of one of you… fine people”, he said, you heard gasps and quiet ‘no’s’, and people moving on their own very spots, but everyone was frozen to death, “it should have been three…”, he said then, “I told Deanna to give me three names, preferably of the new group, from the Rick’s Pricks….”, you looked at Deanna and she looked possibly defeated, looking at Negan with a hate in her eyes

And for the first time, you understood what Mayor meant…

When a good man goes to war, even the devil clenches his buttcheeks… or something like that

If looks could kill, Negan would definitely be dead

“... But she wouldn’t give even one of them up!”, said Negan, “and thennnn…”, he turned back to you, “this fine lady here made a really good point”, he said, and you couldn’t believe what good point you could have made. “You will not bend… oh no… the usual package won’t work with you, will it? you are survivors, fighters, you will fight and fight and fight me… so… let’s begin”

It was deadly quiet… you shared concerned looks as you found the one of Daryl, who looked like he wanted to spring to you, you mouthed to him, “I’m alright”, and you had faith that everything was going to be alright.

“There is one person here, that will be the pea under my mattress, the little bitch stone inside my boot, this person… and that person… needs to die, for you all to realize how serious about this I am, and how I am able to fulfill my threats, I really want you all to know me”, he said.

Negan walked… slowly, taunting you, he walked in front of all of you.

You felt Daryl’s gaze on you so you returned the stare

Whatever was going to happen, you couldn’t wait any longer, the wait, the uncertainty, was driving you mad, you wanted to go to him, to hold him, you could tell he was having a horrible time, his eyes… his face was sickly pale, he was shaking, he had a bullet wound on his shoulder, you could tell, he had been badly injured.

Behind him, you saw the bastard with Daryl’s own crossbow, pointing it at him, waiting for any excuse to kill him. Looking at him with such contempt, just like Arat looked at you, what the hell did you do to these people for them to hate you that much?

Without knowing it you gave a piece of your mind to the leader of the organization, and because of that he was going to take it out on your family.

He whistled once more, and he stopped right as he pointed his bat at you.

“NO!”, screamed Daryl. And Negan laughed

“Speak again and I will bash her pretty little brains in”, he said severely, “Relax Daryl-boy”, he said, recuperating his smile, “I wouldn’t dare to touch the golden girl here, oh no”, he said, then looking at Rick, he made a quick turn around, so quick that it made your head spin.

“Any takers?”, he asked.

You looked around once more and everyone was just petrified, you had seen freakishly scary leaders and what they could make his followers do, but not the locals, these people, were just now coming hard to this reality.

You saw it in Atlanta in the hospital, in Terminus, with the claimers, and with the biker gang in the road, and with the wolves.

The monsters this new sick world had created

But many of these people had never seen anything like this before.

But as you looked around more closely, the circle has kind of limited into your group, and Alexandrian’s inner circle, they didn’t bother with the old ladies and gentlemen, no, you didn't even saw Jesse anywhere

He was going to take his pick from the very top group.

“So nobody thinks they deserve to be taken by Lucille?”, he asked, swinging his bat again, did he name it? that was its name? you were confused.

You were just coming to the realization that one of you was going to die tonight, that this Negan psycho was going to beat one of you to death.

“You don’t have to kill anybody”, said Michonne quickly, “we understand”, she said severely, “we work for you now”, Negan just looked at her, the smile never wiped from his face.

“No, you see I don’t see that you understand, this woman here, tried to cut the corner, didn’t take me seriously, and that’s why I think I should bash someone’s head in, and I really wanted it to be Alexander”, he said out loud, “but… he ran like a cowards so another one must pay…”

The rage was leaving your body, like foam after being showered, what took your body instead was something you hadn't seen in a while… fear. It felt like a cold shower, numbing your shaking extremities. Maybe it was you, maybe it was and he said that to make you think you weren’t the chosen one, he knew you had brought in Alexander and you were close to Rick and Daryl, he was going to kill you.

He swung his abt, with time, with purpose and determination towards Tyresse, and you heard, in fractions of a second, screams and gasps, but the bat missed his head by mere inches and you knew he hadn't missed on purpose, he was trying to scare you all.

It worked

Everyone was whimpering, and Tyresse had started crying, Sasha had screamed and she was now crying.

This couldn’t be happening. As you saw around, and looked at each and everyone one of the faces of the men and women there, tough as nails, waiting to shoot you int he head, or beat you to death, or held you captive, or torture you.

You started to think about all the things that happened between your both groups, what you did in the sanctuary, how you beat a couple of them up… how they beat you up… how you just tried to kill one of them because of your rage.

Did you bring this on your group?

Perhaps you should have done a deal with them from the beginning.

Perhaps things should have been different.

Negan took himself to the other side of the round, this time, nearing the ones who showed up later to the party. He stopped right in front of Daryl, and then he turned to look at you. He played with the bat on his hand, that’s when the tears started falling from your eyes, silently, but you were just preparing for the worst.

The second best after Alex could be Daryl, he was like a wild horse of the great Northamerican wilderness, untamable, and Negan knew it.

“You know what?”, he said then, “I want to start our relationship on the right foot”, he said, taking long, slow steps, like he was marching right back to the center of the circle, “this ugly duckling colluded against your group Rick…”, he said, “he a two-faced prick, and you know what? nobody likes a person you cannot trust”, he said simply, “that will always be there… whispering behind your back, looking to tumble the first domino, and… I just hate snitches”, he said.

It was one second.

Only one

One moment Negan was looking at Rick, with his back turned to the cars with the lights on, and the next?

You saw a trail of blood flying, passing right in front of the lights and for a fraction of a second, it shone like glitter.

That was before you heard the screaming

“NO!”

When you managed to focus your gaze, half of Spencer’s face was completely destroyed, and a piercing scream cut through the night.

It was Deanna

You had never heard something so soul piercing, it made you shake as you fell on your side.

Negan was still on position, with his bat over his shoulder tainted with red

“Anybody moves… they’re next”, he said simply, and you heard several safeties being taken out.

“No! NO!”, Deanna whined, as Negan bashed Spencer’s head in, again, and again, and again.

His movements were dramatic, exaggerated, blood, and pieces of guts flew in every direction, some even landed on Deanna.

His own mother

Spencer was an asshole, but killing him in front of his own mother?

This was sick

You wanted to throw up, but at the same time, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Spencer’s shape, there was no longer a head to look at at, it was only a bloody pile as Negan kept coming at it, again and again

Like he wanted to make it clear to you

That he wasn’t playing around.

“Wow!”, he said, finally turning back, leaving the rest of Spencer alone, “I love some nightly workout, keep my juices flowing, can’t wait to get back home to all my wives!”, he said, “two weeks was it? three? too damn long if you ask me! I gonna screw them all”

The only thing you heard was Deanna’s screeches, as she twisted in pain, clutching at her own chest, not being able to move as she -as everyone- was being held at gunpoint.

This was sick

Negan stood there, like he just didn’t kill a person in the most sadistic way possible, cracking jokes and talking about screwing women.

“Spencer let us in the middle of the night, he surrendered his own community to us”, he said, this time, he was not smiling, “I don’t want to have him on my team and I don’t want you to have him on yours”, he said.

You finally managed to turn and look back at Rick, his eyes were red, and trailed on Spencer still, he couldn’t believe what was happening, neither could you, this was so surreal

“I really hope i made myself clear because i just love doing that”, he said, “so does lucille”

“We get it!”, said Michonne, “we do”

“I’m glad”, Negan said, “because I truly believe this could be the beginning of a very nice relationship”, he said, “I’m not an idiot, I know that you went out there, you know about the hilltop, I don’t want you to get ideas…”

“We are not getting anything”, Tyresse assured him… he was trying to keep it together, for the group. Finally he had snapped out of his tightening fear, and you were somewhat relieved.

“I love this”, he admired, “I love that you are understanding, and I want you to see how reasonable I can be”, he said, “that’s why, nobody else needs to die tonight…”

You could feel relieved but Negan proved to be so unstable and unpredictable you didn’t know if this was good or bad.

“I said I wanted three for Lucille, I only took one, but I think… I’m not gonna kill any more of you, because that just won’t work with you people, right?”, his smile was unsettling, and he directed it straight at you, because of what you said, “I’ll just take the right people, and each time you do something wrong, I’ll kill them, right in the comfort of my home”, that seemed to snap Rick out of his stupor,

“No…”, said Rick shakily, “take me, only me…”, Negan chuckled

“Ever the righteous hero! I love that, but that’s not gonna cut it, not really”, he said, “I need you here leading the efforts to get things for me Rick”, he said, then, he started walking around, watching at each and everyone of you, “though pickins though”, he said pensively, “I noticed that some people are missing”, Rick looked around nervously, “tough mission out there?”, he asked, and Rick barely nodded, “If I find them in a certain community I might rethink what I just said… Rick…”, he threatened.

So the rest of them were on the Hilltop? all of them?

“Damn… I wanted to ask Maggie to come back with me”, he said, “well… lets wrap this up I want to go back home already”

He pointed, at two people, and his goons grabbed them, you heard screams, but you couldn’t look, you were looking at Daryl

It was your turn to scream as he pointed the bat at him

“NO!”, you screamed, trying to get up, “don’t touch him!”, two saviors grabbed you as three others, including Dwight, grabbed Daryl and loaded him in the same van he had come in, “GIVE HIM BACK!”, you tried to fight them, you did, but they were stronger than you, you were tired, and you had been through so much in the last hours, you weren’t even a threat to them right now.

So you could do nothing as you saw how they took the love of your life, and your friends.

They throw you back into the ground when they realize you were no threat to them.

“Oh darling, I’d take you too”, Negan said, “but I need you here, I need you here to convince your friends to cooperate, because if they don’t… you know what’s gonna happen to your Daryl, right?”, he asked, and you nodded, “I’ll treat him good”, he assured you, as you met his gaze, “if he wants it, I’ll make him a soldier and he will live like a King…”

You knew Daryl was never going to go for that

“... don’t you worry”, he said, “I’ll be back in a couple of days, I’ll leave you so you’ll… gather your thoughts”, he walked away from you to address the rest again, “and I want you to know, I still like to very much kill Alexander, so if you see him… tell him I have his girl, because he is a coward and a deserter, let’s move out!”

You felt them around you, walking around, getting in their cars, and driving off, but you felt nothing, as your eyes were set on the gates.

They took Daryl.

“Deanna? Deanna!”, you heard around you, but you couldn’t make your eyes work, you couldn’t make your body react.

“You were right Rick”

“Deanna! we are gonna get some help! you are gonna be alright”

“Rick… you were right”, she said.

Sorry for taking so long... I really wanted to make it intense but then I'm not sure I accomplished what I wanted

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worldfullofash · 1 year ago

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Eddie Munson headcanons

Headbangs and plays air guitar to his favourite songs

His room is filled with records and posters of KISS, W.A.S.P, Metallica, Iron Maiden and Motörhead >>>>

He does appreciate the country music Wayne listens to

Secretly dances to Madonna when he’s alone

Nobody can resist Madonna. Not even our favourite metalhead

One time Wayne caught him in the middle his lonely dance party… they stared at each other for a solid 5 seconds. ‘Material Girl’ still playing in the background. Wayne just closed the door and they never spoke of it

When you catch him robbing your fridge he looks at you like a startled raccoon

Eddie loves to share his opinions and hot takes with his friends

Ngl he is very straightforward, he says what he thinks. That’s why others are wary of him. He can come across as mean to some

BUT if you tell him that his comment crossed the line, he will understand and watch his words more often

This guy has a good but dark sense of humour

He cries when watching sad movies, like a lot. Especially if an animal died in it

He loves jewellery

He buys cat food to give to the strays in the trailer park

Eddie loves reading fantasy books to little children at the trailer park. Grinning when they giggle as he uses silly voices for each character (At least some people appreciate his weirdness)

He’s very clumsy. Would definitely trip over his own feet

Smells his clothes to see if they’re still wearable (me too, girl, me too)

Will steal food of your plate

He collects buttons and pins

Wears band tees all the time

When one of these t-shirts gets to small, he cuts the print and uses it as a patch. Or he will use the shirt as decoration if he really liked it

Wayne and him sit outside and have deep conversations while smoking a cigarette

Friendships are very important to him. He feels very lucky to have friends who share the same interests. Even if he doesn’t verbally express it often

When he cares for someone, he makes sure they know it. Not through words, but through actions.

He has very worn out copies of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit. He won’t ever replace them, they’re like his children

He can imitate Gollum. The voice is shockingly accurate

Without Hellfire and Corroded Coffin he wouldn’t know what to do

He spends so much time on his dnd campaigns

He makes sketches of the characters, plans the whole plot himself, and practices the voices he wants to use for each character

Where does he get the time for all this you ask? Well let’s say school is not his first priority

It’s not that he doesn’t want to graduate, but he’d rather put his effort in Corroded Coffin. So in a few years he can break through with his band

Eddie can’t mask his facial expressions. You can always know what he thinks just by looking at his face

This guy is really a menace, but we love him for it

Do you want a part 2????

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson hc #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff

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sweetbillwriting · 4 months ago

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In The Dead of Night

TWO

Description: Delilah is on sick leave from her job and doesn't have much to do in the days. Her life has always been safe and a bit boring but everything changes when she falls in love with her best friend's dead brother.

Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, especially because I haven't seen the movie.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: It's not so easy being a writer in the Bill fandom so I'm greatful for every comment, like and reblog 🤍

I've made a post with what songs I imagine them listening to.

My masterlist

We walk in silence at first, looking at family homes with their lights off and no cars on the driveway. It was a ghostly version of the street I knew, but I didn't care because I could feel Eric's presence next to me. His towering height and broad shoulders made him take up most of my left side’s visual field. I saw him in the corner of my eye, felt his looming presence, but also knew I would be able to touch him if I just put out my hand to the side. He walked so close, even if he was dead.

“You lived here when you were little?” He suddenly asked with a soft voice. I smiled a little and looked at the third house in front of us.

“Yeah, in the third one. With my parents and my three siblings. It was nice; it was just nice people living here. Where did you live as a kid? I know you had two homes…”

I asked my question carefully. I had tossed the thing about him being dead to the side and instead dived into our date completely. He made me relaxed and warm, and I felt safe asking him private questions. I looked up at his profile, meeting the “Lullaby” tattoo instead of his eyes, but he smiled a little while looking down at Odin, who walked calmly on his other side.

“I don't know what Robin told you, but we lived in this small little village when we were kids, like until I was 10? And he was 13. It was picturesque as fuck….” He smiled a little to himself. There was something so calm and sweet in his way of talking, like he lacked the ability to cover up his emotions. His soul felt completely exposed, but not in a weak way, just in a way that gave him strength and sincerity.

“But I also lived with my biological mom one weekend a month…”

He didn't go into details but told me about his mother's apartment in the big city. The contrast between being with Lotti and Eric, who put on his bike helmet for him and didn't let him leave the neighborhood alone while his biological mother, Linda, let him go out to play on the streets of the big city in the middle of the night.

“I know today she let me do that so she could have some privacy while she shot up. She couldn't even stop for a weekend…” He said with a shoulder shrug.

I nodded with big eyes. My own life felt weird to talk about now, when I knew my life would sound like a children's book without a plot.

“Are you close with your siblings?” He asked, and we turned back to the playground again. It didn't feel like we had walked in another direction other than forward, but now we were back in the same place we had started.

“Sure, or… Yeah, but things change, I guess? My little brother is doing his own thing in London—some computer thing bullshit, I don't know. He earns money, that I know. My oldest has kids and lives a suburban life. My other sister is my boss, and…” I made a doubting sound and breathed out. I didn't feel the need to lie to Eric; I just didn't know how to phrase it.

“It's weird having your sister as a boss?” Eric asked, and he let Odin's leash go. I didn't react at first to his careless action, and when I finally realized that the leash was lying on the ground, I also realized that Odin stood still, watching Eric with big eyes. I thought about taking the leash, but something in me told me I could trust Eric with him.

“I hate it. I hate it so much, and... Then I got this problem with my shoulder after a gym session, and..."

Eric smirked a little and gave me a pointed, teasing smile.

“Shut up!” I said it with a laugh and hit his chest.

“I didn't even say anything,” he said, amused, and pretended to duck away from my pats.

"Yes, you did! With your eyes!”

“Can I talk with my eyes?” He acted astonished and dropped his jaw.

“Yes! Yes, you can!”

“How do they sound?”

We both laughed, and after we calmed down and I had stopped pretending to hit him, I dared to stay close to him. I tilted my face back to see him, and he looked down at me with big eyes and a dimpled smile.

“You don't really have so much trouble with your shoulder, as you say?” He said with a kind smirk. I furrowed my nose in distaste, appalled by myself.

“I can't stand being in her shadow, and... Your brother is a pain in the ass too!”

Eric laughed, and like it was the most natural thing, he laid his arms around me and pulled me closer to his body. He was warm and smelled like expensive cologne. Nothing like a dead body. I giggled at my thought, and I think it made Eric embarrassed because he looked down at the ground with the same dimpled smile.

“Ehm,” he walked up to the swings and took a hold of one. Odin walked close to him, and I got used to it fast. My dog had a new master.

“Your seat, ma’am?” He said it politely and gestured toward the swing. I didn't know I could smile bigger than I already did, but I did when I sat down on the swing. Eric took the one next to me but stood on it, and started to swing with power. I just let mine sway under me. Odin lied down in front of us, pleased, and closed his eyes. It seemed like both he and I liked our strange company a bit too much.

“Your mom misses you so much,” I said when Eric slowed down his swing and stood towards me. He smiled a little sadly, and nodded.

“I never wanted to hurt her... But I did. They did everything for me, but I… I wasn't capable of taking their gifts.They gave me everything… Really everything..”

We were both quiet and took in what he had said. Maybe it became too sad for Eric because suddenly he had started to climb on the swing set to reach the highest point. He did it so easily, like his body weighed nothing, but the pained sounds from the poles told me something else. He laughed a little when he was up, and so did I. He looked at me almost proudly for his accomplishment.

“Now you will never come down from there. Now you're stuck,” said I, like a teasing mom, and stood up with one hand around the pole. I did a lazy spin around it, and just when I was back with my face towards him, he leaned back on the pole and let himself fall. Once again, I acted like a mother and ran up to him, believing in my panic that I would be able to catch the tall man, but I didn't need to do that. Eric hung over the horizontal pole by his bent knees and giggled at me boyishly.

“Did you think you needed to catch me?”

I feigned an irritated smirk and moved up to him. His upside-down face was at the same level as mine.

“No…” His hoodie and the white garment under it had moved a bit down by gravity and I could see an Adonis belt carved into his hips and scribbled tattoos. The pants sat so low that I could also see veins crawling down to his crotch. I swallowed dryly, especially because he didn't seem to acknowledge my view. In my dreamlike state, I dared to walk up to him, stand close to him, and meet his upside-down eyes. The big green eyes. There were secrets in them. Dark, heavy secrets and history, even if they smiled.

“You know this reminds me of something,” he said with a teasing voice, and I knew exactly what he meant. Everyone knew about that pop culture moment.

“Fuck you!” I said it with a laugh, and he smiled big, so I saw his dimple again. When both his and my eyes softened and we looked at each other in a more intimate way, I dared to drag my hands through his mullet and touch the tattoos by his hairline.

“So the spider web is a tribute to Spiderman?” My flirty way was back, but in a calmer way.

"Yeah, I did it when I was ten. Nah, it's actually a Russian prison tattoo. It shows how many people you have killed… Ehm,” he laughed, embarrassed, and then he showed me he wanted to jump down from the swing set. I moved a little, and just as easily, he pulled himself up and then jumped down on the ground.

“You mean you killed-”

“No, no! I was sixteen and thought it was cool. I added the spider a few years later so it would have another meaning.” He moved up to me, so we stood close together again. It felt natural to lay my arms around his neck, so I did. He answered by laying his arms around my waist. I looked at his face, took in everything about him, and I knew I was already falling in love with the man standing in front of me.

Eric's eyes shifted between my eyes and lips. I knew what he was thinking, and smoothly, I stood up on my toes so he would reach my lips.

He kissed me so softly that it felt like a plush, silk pillow was pressed to my lips. So softly that when he moved away, it felt like one of the butterflies had left my belly to touch my lips with its delicate wings.

×××

I was woken up by someone’s crying, but then also by Odin, who jumped up in my bed and attacked my face with his wet tongue. It made me sit up fast and push him away, and then I also saw Robin in the doorway to my bedroom. He had the key to my apartment, so that he was there didn't surprise me, but his loud crying did.

“Hey…” I stood up and moved close to him, even though I was just dressed in panties, and he hugged me hard, pushing me against his chest.

“It's my uncle... He's in the hospital.”

I looked up at him with worry. Would he lose his uncle too now?

“No.. What? Oh, my god. Robin… Will you go there?”

His uncle lived in the town where he had spent the most of his teens and adult life. I knew Robin didn't really like that town, but he nodded anyway.

“Yeah. Can you take Odin?”

He tried to calm down and wipe away his tears, but then he started to cry hysterically again. I laid his head on my shoulder.

“Yes, of course!”

I followed him home, together with Odin, and provided emotional support while he was packing. He calmed down slowly, and then, when it was time for him to go, he was calm and able to drive the car.

I had mixed feelings about having Odin again. He was my baby. I loved him so much, but I also felt quite restrained by him. Not that I had so much to do, but if something showed up, I wouldn't have anyone who could take him.

When I came home, I made some coffee, and while the brewer did its job, I looked at the photos lying on the kitchen table. Luckily for me, Robin hadn't seen the pictures of his brother. It was one of him in profile, sitting on a couch. There was one of him, maybe just seconds after he had turned to the photographer, his arm resting on his head and a big contagious smile on his lips. The last one was one of the more exposing pictures. He was lying against the headboard of the bed, showing off his body in black silk boxer shorts. His eyes were intense, and he looked at you in a magnetic way that made it almost impossible to look away. I sighed to myself, thinking back on my dream. It felt like I could still feel his kiss on my lips, and his voice was carved into me even if I hadn't heard it for real.

I wished I could have stayed there with him. In a world where the dead were walking.

×××

I walked around and around my apartment until the afternoon. There were so many thoughts and feelings in me, and I didn't know what to do with them. I worried a lot for Robin. He had lost his dad and his younger brother, and his mother had a brain injury. Would he now also lose his uncle? It would be tragic, and I thought to myself that I would do everything in my power to be the family he needed.

I thought about Lotti. She was also lonely. She had lost her husband and one of her sons and was now in an elderly home alone. A mother should never outlive her own child, and even if Eric was just a foster kid, he had become her son.

I also thought about my own situation. I was home for an injury that wasn't as serious as I pretended. I hated my job and my boss, even if it was my own sister. I loved her, Desiree, but I hated her as a boss. Sometimes I dreamed about just running away.

But I must think about my dream. It felt so real. It had really felt like I met him and were close to him, but waking up in my bed alone made me realize Eric was just an imagination. I would do anything to dream about him again, kiss his lips, and hear the stories about his tattoos.

I sat and looked at Odin destroying one of my socks until I decided to walk to the bedroom, crawl down in bed, and shut my eyes.

Please, please, please. Let me meet Eric again!

×××

It didn't work, no matter how much I tried. Odin even laid down next to me in bed, and it could have worked so well, but I just slept twenty minutes without dreaming of anything.

I knew the disappointment would just make me restless and, yet again, make me walk round and round in my apartment. I needed to do something and found myself outside of my workplace. The hair salon. I looked in through the window carefully because Odin was with me, and some of my colleagues waved to me. It wasn't that long ago that I visited them, so I didn't think they would come out to say hello; most of them also had a customer in their chair. My sister also had a customer and gave me just an irritated look. I nodded towards a bench standing by a tree on the other side of the road, and she gave me a nod. We had been sitting there several times during the three months I had been home from work.

Me and Odin sat down on the bench. He was busy watching the doves and flirting with people walking by. I just sat and illuminated my phone screen over and over and looked towards the salon. I waited there for fifteen minutes until my sister came out with furrowed brows and crossed arms. Sometimes it felt like she knew I exaggerated my injury, but I also knew she would have said something then.

“I just want to talk about Robin…” I said carefully and played with Odin's leash while he and Desiree said hello to each other. She sighed and sat down on the bench.

“Okay, but do you have to look like a hobo when you come here? You’ve always looked so good; now you look…” She shrugged her shoulders. I looked down at my gray sweatpants, chopped at the knee, and my pink tank top. When I worked, I was really into vintage, but now it felt quite unnecessary to dress up. I cleared my throat, avoiding her question, and looked down at Odin while I continued to talk.

“So you know about his uncle… I'm worried about him. He will be so alone.”

Desiree looked at me with empathetic eyes and took my hand in hers. She knew how important Robin was to me, even if she had known him longer than I had. He worked at the salon when I started to work there.

“Yeah… But he has us,” she said with a nod and moved closer to me.

“Of course… Did you know he had a younger brother? Who died?”

It wasn't my thing to tell my sister about, but I was too curious. Even if I was really worried for Robin, for real, I also couldn't stop my fascination for his dead brother. My sister nodded a little.

“You mean the foster kid? Yeah, I heard about him from Georgia. Shit, so fucking weird, Robin of all people had such a foster kid in his family.”

“What do you mean?” Something stabbed me in the chest when she talked so harshly about Eric.

“He was such a fucking junkie. Like, he sold drugs, had an overdose, and looked like a gulag prisoner. He was a criminal in more ways, too. Like fuck, complete opposite of Robin!”

Desiree looked at me with big eyes; her empathy felt a bit forced now, and the gossip devil in her peaked out through her eyes. I felt weird about what she said about Eric. In a way, it felt like I knew him and wanted to protest, but I didn't know a thing. I didn't know who Eric actually was.

“Robin's family seems to have been that perfect little suburban family; that guy couldn’t have fit in at all... But Georgia said it's a super sensitive subject for Robin. Even if he was just a foster kid.”

I looked away, towards a playground close by. I felt sick by what my sister said, and in some ways, I wished she had never told me. I didn't want to judge Eric, but drugs for me were disgusting, and I felt pain in my whole body thinking about it. I didn't want to see Eric like one of those people lying unconscious on drugs on a stranger's couch or snorting powder in a public bathroom. I wanted him to be that cute guy he was in my dream, but that started to feel like an impossibility now that I knew on what level he used drugs.

×××

Blue light blinked above me and made my sequin top glitter. It was a halterneck top I had bought in a vintage shop in Milano two years ago, but I had never had the opportunity to wear it. I loved the purple sequin pattern and looked at the top with a smile. I wore it with a pair of dark flared jeans. In my admiration for my outfit, I forgot to look around but had then seen that I stood completely alone in a club, in the middle of the dance floor, but I wasn't alone for long.

"Hey, beautiful,” said a smooth voice I recognized behind me. I looked back and met the big green eyes I had fantasized about since I saw them in a photo. I shone up with a bright smile. My dream self wasn't at all as reserved, and I ran up to him, and he caught me in his open arms. Both of us laughed softly and looked at each other with a warm gaze.

Eric was dressed in a big black t-shirt with a wide collar that showed off collarbones and tattoos. It was matched with bleached, trashed jeans with a studded belt, and in his left ear he had a small dagger earring. The outfit was nothing I would have wanted to see a guy in, but on him, it was something else. It was a bit trashy, but in a sexy way.

With a shy smile, he put my hair behind my ear with delicate fingers. I wanted so badly to kiss him. Because of his boyish ways, sexy eyes framed with eyeliner, and manly body, but especially because he seemed so kind and lovable.

So I did. I stood up on my toes and kissed his warm lips, and he kissed back at once, so I never needed to wonder if I did the right thing. He stayed close after, with his forehead against mine, and we laughed again.

“Hi,” I said in a giggle.

“Hey,” he said with a blushy smirk. I dragged my hands over his silly mullet and down over his eyebrow tattoo.

“Hi,” I said again, and I felt my cheeks glow in the same color as my newly kissed lips.

×××

We danced to non-existent music on an empty dance floor. Eric kissed me softly over and over until it became a deep make-out session. He was soft and sensual in every kiss and succeeded in making every hair stand up on my body. It was a beautiful contrast—his romantic ways against his hard look. I had really thought he would be a heartbreaker, or rather, a douchebag, an asshole, but his sweet ways couldn't belong to such a guy. Eric was a good boy, just like his mother had said.

“Where is the music?” Eric asked suddenly and looked around the dance floor.

“What do you mean? There hasn't been any music?”

Eric gave me a confused smirk and dragged a hand over the side of his face.

“Seriously? I thought it was…” He laughed a little but then took a fast sprint towards the DJ’s podium. He climbed it just as easily as he had climbed the swing set and gave the electronics a look.

“Do you know such things?” I asked and moved close to the podium.

“I've worked in clubs... Even as a DJ,” he smirked a little embarrassed and started to plug in the cords.

“Is this a club you've worked at, maybe?

I made a little spin on the dance floor when System of a Down’s Radio/Video streamed out from the speakers. It was probably nostalgic for both of us, even if I've been just a wannabe alternative while he was the real deal.

“No, I was here a lot when I was, like 18? It was the only bit more alternative place, so me and my fellow... depressed friends came here to do MDMA.”

He jumped down the podium and spinned me in, close to his body. He gave me a searching look when I looked down on the floor. The drugs made me uncomfortable, even if I wanted to be such a person who could be chill around drugs and not be a prude, but I was. I had never had any contact with drugs and didn't even know what MDMA was, really.

“It’s nothing serious. Ecstasy, you know?” He said it carefully and dragged his hands over my waist. “It's just a party drug…”

I dragged my hands over his neck but continued to look down, not because I judged him but because my eyes had become shiny. I couldn't stop thinking about what Desiree told me.

“What drugs have you taken?” I asked quietly, and I could feel his hands stiffen on my waist. He had probably understood I hadn't done any, and he would sound like a junkie whatever he said. He breathed out deeply.

“I think the better question would be what haven't I tried.”

I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, and he looked back. I could see he was ashamed, even if he didn't want to hide anything from me.

“Heroin?”

“That too. It's so much cheaper…”

The tears in my eyes streamed down my cheeks now.

“Oh my god… Eric… Why… Why did you do that to yourself?” I dragged my hands over his cheeks and neck, both admiring his face and letting my heart break at the thought of what he had done to himself—how he had killed himself.

Eric didn't say anything; instead, he leaned down and pushed his nose against my neck. I dragged my hands over his broad back, up in his hair, and out over his shoulders. He cried without any sound, and I just continued to let him break down in my arms.

×××

We had moved to one of the couches in the seating area, a stairway up. It was just as empty there, and the music wasn't so loud that we needed to shout to one another, as it usually would be in a club. Eric had put on one of his own Spotify playlists that rolled in the background, and I was a bit surprised he could even do such a thing in this dreamworld. He even gave me his username, and I wrote a note mentally to search for it. We listen to nostalgic music that made us laugh: Offspring, Blink-182, and Snoop Dogg, but also nostalgic music that is still his favorites: Bauhaus, Public Enemy, and Joy Division. First, I didn't dare to say what I listened to, but when I confessed my deep love for Lana Del Rey, he just smiled and agreed with me. He didn't seem to be the judgmental type.

We talked about classical date subjects. Interests (he worked out as often as he could but had played the guitar and drawn comics when he was younger), food (he tried to be a vegan but felt he lost muscle mass by it and he just LOVED meat), clothes (he liked thrift stores but also luxury brands because the quality was nice against his skin), and work (he had a hard time keeping a job so he had tried many things but most often came back to being a bartender). He was an open book and asked me just as many questions as I asked him. He was the perfect date.

He sat with his feet up on the table in front of him and his legs spread. I could see skin in the many holes in his light jeans and had laid my cheek against his chest to look at them. He played with my hair between his fingers, and I could feel his smile against my head.

“Can you tell me a bit about your tattoos? How many have you?”

Eric laughed, and I could feel how he leaned his head back. I looked up at him and saw a smile so wide it caused creases around his eyes.

“Do you think I know that?” He looked down at his muscular arms, covered in tattoos, then pulled up his t-shirt and showed even more tattoos, but also those defined abs. I didn't know if he showed them on purpose, to let me see, but I got that feeling when I dragged a fingertip over his stomach and felt him flex. I had never touched a guy that ripped and took the opportunity to drag my hand from his sternum to the elastic of his Saint Laurent underwear. God, I wanted to lick every bit of exposed skin, but that would probably be too much for now.

“You're so fucking hot,” I said instead, lifting my head up so I could look at him properly but also try to get a kiss. He gave me a dark smile and put his fingertip against my chin.

“So are you.”

He kissed me softly at first, but it just took seconds before we made out deeply. Our tongues danced well together, like a heated tango. I drew back not only because I needed to breathe but also because I could feel my cheeks warm.

“You were a bartender?” I asked teasingly and put a finger against his chest. “Shouldn't you take my order?”

Eric laughed a little, but then looked uncomfortable.

“I can't. Drink, I mean. But I can see if I can find something for you.” He stood up, and I sat up better. His energy had changed drastically.

“Oh… You… Is... Alcohol is that like, because... Your addiction?”

“No, no. Ehm…” He stuffed his hands deep in the front pocket of his jeans and looked around. “I can't do it because... I don't really know, but something tells me I can't drink in my state. You know, I'm dead.”

He continued to look at everything other than me, and, for a moment, I felt the same thing as he. He was dead and would never be a part of the real world ever again. We were silent, but after a while, I felt a need to break the tragic moment and enjoy the time we had together.

“I'm just so fucking hot. Can you help me with that?”

Eric looked at me now, first like he didn't understand what I said, but then he smirked. Big.

“Oh, I can help you with that.”

With fast feet and a hard grip on my hand, he pulled me out of the empty club and out to a dark street. It was in the middle of the night, completely dark but also completely silent. I couldn't see a car or a window with the lights turned on. It was just dark, with only the full moon illuminating the world for us. We ran over the streets in a giggle while street lights blinked by our presence. It was magical. If I didn't have Eric, I would have been scared and stressed, but holding his big, warm hand and seeing his playful smile made it all just exciting.

He took me to an open space between high buildings. First, it looked completely empty until I saw a pattern in the middle, small metallic openings. Eric moved away to a bench, and behind it was a locked fuse box. It didn't look much to the world, and it probably wasn't because Eric started to kick it harshly. I watched him silently, confused, but didn't feel worried. It didn't seem like cops existed in this world.

“It's such fucking cheap shit, so you can just kick and pull the hatch open,” he said before continuing to kick. After a while, he had kicked it hard enough with his black vans to get his fingers in the hatch and pull it up. He gave me a little smirk before looking towards the pattern in the ground and clicking some buttons. It was a fountain hidden in the paving stones.

He smiled proudly but also looked a bit blushy when I laughed and kicked off my Converse. I ran out in the fountain without any doubt and let the hard beams hit my body. The water was cold against my warm skin, but I didn't freeze, especially not when Eric joined me, without his shoes and without his shirt. I laughed and threw myself around his neck. I felt so free, and my chest glowed with love and euphoria.

Eric laughed too and spinned me around in his strong arms before kissing me again. I dragged my hands over his naked skin, enjoying every muscle and every line. The broad shoulders, the strong arms, and the muscular chest. I was so horny, I felt my sex ache. It didn't feel like there were any rules anymore, and I pulled off my halterneck top so my chest was as bare as Eric's. I dragged my fingers through my wet hair, pushed it back, and wiped away some smudged mascara. I looked up at Eric, who was also black around his eyes with watery black eyeliner. His big green eyes looked at my chest, then up to my face. With a shy little smile, he asked for permission to touch my breasts, and I helped by laying one of his big hands on my tits so he could give it a squeeze.

“These are some beautiful fucking boobs,” he said, and I laughed. He embraced me from behind and played with my breasts in his hands. The fountain continued to spray us with water, but we almost didn't notice anymore. I had taken one of Eric's fingers and sucked it down to his knuckle while he kissed my neck. I had never been so horny.

“Please just fuck me,” I whined, pushing my ass against his crotch. He groaned, and I could feel a hint of an erection. I spun around so I could explore what was hiding behind bleached denim and Saint Laurent cotton, but Eric had taken his own initiative and opened his studded belt with a jiggle. He unbuttoned his jeans, and at the same time he looked at me, he started to pull them down with his boxers. I could see shortly trimmed, dark pubic hair, and then I almost held my breath when I saw the hilt of his cock-

×××

The image of a wet, shirtless Eric disappeared, and instead I saw more and more of the light coming from my window. I had forgotten to pull down the blinds, and the bright May sun had woken me up from my perfect dream.

What the fuck?

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postmodern-blues · 2 months ago

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A full live breakdown of my reaction and thoughts to the Variety interview because I feel like I’m going crazy.

- I fucking KNEW Reitman was going to reduce each cast member to one aspect of themselves. I FUCKING CALLED IT. Pretty sure I laid it out in a dm exchange with @mrs-jake-blues. Reitman, you goddamn bastard.

- “Like that Peter Jackson documentary about The Beatles- What was it like when certain songs were written?” Make a documentary then. What the fuck are you doing making a biopic style movie when you had access to all the people you wanted to interview. Tell the truth rather than making the story into a movie and the people into characters. I can’t tell you how excited I’d be if they were making a documentary about the first SNL episode.

- SO glad that Rosie Shuster’s actress got to speak with her directly. That is a comfort, in fairness.

- I’m still furious about who they picked for Gilda. Young hollywood beauty standards are a disease. They could have spent 2 extra minutes finding someone who was as interesting and distinctive as Gilda. someone jewish even

- “I wanted to talk to Lorne, but Jason didn’t think that was a good idea” what the fuck does that mean. Are you kidding me? Why??

- “The internet is very abundant” girl come ON

- “Oh, I didn’t have to meet him and I didn’t have to try and figure him out because he’s a different man” are you saying that people fundamentally and irreconcilably change as they grow older and more famous, retaining not even a spark of their former selves? Jesus Christ just one conversation man

- “One of the things that Jason was really clear about with us as soon as we got going was that we were trying to capture the spirit of this moment in time and the essence of these people at this moment in time” I don’t know man that just seems like a super weak excuse for why the still living members of the cast and crew weren’t more involved. Why does your movie have to be some kind of ultra special time capsule if the people it’s about didn’t really get a say in how they were portrayed?

- “We didn’t have to think about them ten years later or even think about them once they had been affected by fame” that would be much more interesting though. You know that, right? Because then you’d be forced to write and portray them as complex people rather than stock characters for your boy wonder self insert fantasy

- “We were representing them, not recreating them.” What???? It sounds like you’re doing the opposite, actually.

- “Being on set and seeing everybody in their wardrobe, it was like, oh my god these are like superheroes or like shakespearean characters that everyone is familiar with that we’re getting the honor to show our interpretation of” Okay if he’s talking about the actual CHARACTERS, like Emily Litella or the bees or whatever, FINE. But you can get the same thing just by putting on a conehead mask on halloween. But if he means the players?? Insane thing to say. They’re not characters, they’re people. Two of them died young. There is an excess of storytelling and mythology surrounding them, but they are in fact people. To call them characters and to claim you can have an “interpretation” on them is laughable. This is the kind of shit that gets biopics torn to shreds. You can’t just take the history of a living human person and reduce it to an acting exercise. You’re doing everyone a disservice.

- “Dylan’s voice is insane in this movie” Unbelievably offensive. At least I’m getting some confirmation that O’Brien is attempting a Canadian accent but girl wtf is wrong with you why would you say that? Dan Aykroyd actually sounds like that! It’s not insane; it’s his fucking voice! Christ alive

- “I did not do a lot” And there it fucking is folks. My worst nightmare made flesh. Every single fucking nitpicky thing I’ve said about this movie made manifest and validated in one little sentence. The guy playing the most interesting guy ever to grace showbusiness: Dan Aykroyd, who is a fascinating, multilayered, quirky, abundantly creative, unlikely genius, who has given us the greatest and most beloved films in the past century. He didn’t research to play that guy. I’m shaking with fury it’s just so unbelievable. And Reitman has a direct line of access to the actual living breathing human man! The man who, as author Daniel de Vise described, went so far as to offer the details of his route to school for de Vise’s newest book. Aykroyd would be willing to talk, I know it. Jesus H tap dancing christ I cannot even fucking believe it. Worst case scenario.

- “In that way, you followed Jason’s direction” die

- “The idea is to capture one piece of essence of the character. You can’t actually replicate a person.” Insane shit. I thought the idea was to capture a moment in time? This is just further solidifying my fervent belief that this could have been a documentary. A documentary can do WAY more and go WAY deeper than a movie with regard to historical stuff like this. ESPECIALLY when you have the people in question sit down and explain themselves. You can’t replicate a person, so why make them characters? Why not try your hand at documentary filmmaking instead of making this all about you, Reitman?

- “I was in terror that I’d ruin my career over trying to do this.” “Are you serious?” Okay at least Chevy’s actor gets what a big fucking task this is. Everyone else is acting like it’s no big deal to do no research and stumble your way through playing one of these people. At least he respects that this is a legacy worth PREPARING FOR

- “You spend a lot of time in this film watching these people not performing but living” GREAT POINT. ALMOST LIKE YOU SHOULD GET TO SPEAK WITH THE PERSON AND GET A SENSE OF THEIR VOICE AND MANNERISMS. HMMM

- I really respect Chevy’s actor right now actually. Not only did he go in depth with interviews trying to get a sense of Chevy as a person, but he actually seems to have picked up Chevy’s inflections and mannerisms and such in a way that is convincing. As someone who has watched a lot of Aykroyd interviews (as many as say someone playing him should) I can list specific vocal and physical habits of his for you in detail. I get the sense this guy could do that for chevy, that gives me a small sense of relief.

- Thank GOD Garrett’s actor got to speak with him. Garrett is fucking old, guys. Can you imagine if instead of a shitty poorly researched biopic starring bland young people, we could have an in depth and stylistically pleasant documentary starring all the still living people who were involved before a lot of them die?? Because remember most of them are in their 70s and 80s??

- If they make Garrett “the black one”… if they make his whole character about how he’s the only black guy. I’m literally gonna kill myself. Super inspiring guys. Great job. I don’t really have any reason to think they will but the way they talk about him just irks me slightly

- “He was going through a lot more than just having to perform” something you’d only know by talking to him, once again.

- “Jason was spot on with his writing” based on everything I have seen I am very much inclined to disagree. Jason doesn’t seem to give a shit about reality

- “The one thing I’m not going to do is I’m not going to watch any of the first season of SNL” from GILDA’S actress is CRAZY. How do you know what her characters and physical comedy are like then?? What the fuck that is so insane. Why would you do that??? My confidence in the quality of the Gilda performance just dropped back to zero.

- “Our dressing rooms were designed and catered for our characters’ personalities” weird as shit. Stop calling them characters.

- “There was this clip of Gilda that I had never seen before” Literally insane. Unfathomable.

- “Gilda was the fairy dust, Garrett was looking for his identity, Chevy is an ego that needs to be humbled, Aykroyd is this genius that’s like filtering a firehose through a straw, each one had like one thing to focus on that was their journey” Congratulations Mr. Reitman you’ve officially read the introductory paragraph of a 500 page book about SNL. Usually a sane person would finish that book before presuming to turn its subject into a movie. But fuck man whatever.

To be completely honest the thing that kills me is the smugness with which he delivers all of this. It’s like he feels entitled to this story because his late father was of the set that produced this era of comedy history. And Ghostbusters, I get. Ghostbusters is Ivan Reitman’s legacy, and it makes sense to pass it on to his son. I love the new Ghostbusters movies. But this is different, man. This isn’t yours. And everything about this interview and the promo just oozes with presumption. I truly believe that if he really gave a shit about telling this story in a way that was meaningful and paid hearty homage to the people involved, he’d make a damn good documentary. He has the connections to make it happen and the stylistic eye to make it memorable. It could be the next STEVE! (martin). But he chose to make a biopic comedy, and he chose to tell his actors not to research, not to speak with the subjects of their portrayals. And he seems to think it’s some kind of big flex that his actors don’t know shit about the 70 somethings they’re playing because “it’s just a moment in time”. Horseshit excuse, dude. This group of people matters to me. The complex dynamics and the internal grappling with fame and the comedic theses of each one (I mean, comedy MEANT something to Gilda Radner. She performed with purpose. To fail to watch the most famous examples of her prowess is absolutely inexcusable), it’s all important. And Reitman is acting like it’s not. All that’s important is that his name comes up in the same sentence as the legends he wishes he was. Fuck all the way off.

And seriously, I mean, I know I’ve been snarky about the Aykroyd portrayal without any real reason, given how little we’ve gotten of him, but the confirmation from the horse’s mouth that O’Brien barely did any research justifies all of it. Absolutely revolting development. My confidence in this movie (such as it was) has waned to absolute zero. I will not abide by this being how these people and this show are remembered. Congratulations, guys, you Bohemian Rhapsody’d one of the most important moments in comedy history. Exeunt.

#i’m so tired #satnight hate #dan aykroyd #gilda radner #chevy chase #jason reitman #dylan obrien #ella hunt #garrett morris #rosie shuster #snl #anti saturday night

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ibeta · 3 months ago

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Embarrassing Interviews of Famous Red Scenes

One: Red is a singer, Sans is the brother of the guy that Mettaton is platonically dating.

*AT AN AWARD VENUE, AFTER THE EVENT*

Interviewer: So, when are we going to hear a love song from the newest Golden Voice singer?

Red: *scowling* i don't fucking sing love songs, who do ya think i am?

Interviewer: Our audience will be disappointed, but as you've never sang a single love song, it does sound like you—

*Sans walks past as he talks to his brother, who is Mettaton's plus one*

*Red starts staring with wide sockets at somewhere off-camera.*

Red: *desperate expression* waitaminute, i didn't say i wasn't gonna change my mind, give me that fucking mic right now i'm gonna blast your ears with the best love songs ever okay wait—

———

Two: Red is a famous actor, and Sans is an actor who takes on small roles, like a shopkeeper, a janitor, a random employee, or a passerby. He's not well-known, but people keep seeing him, and he looks familiar, although they can't tell why.

*AT AN INTERVIEW EVENT*

Interviewer: We've seen you play as the main character and the true villain of the movie, but rumours have it that your next step is a rom-com show, is this true?

Red: *confused* who keeps saying stuff like that? i don't do rom-coms.

Interviewer: Does it relate to your previous interview with Mettaton, where you mentioned that you aren't in love, so you have no idea how to play those roles?

Red: yeah, i have no idea what love wou—

*Sans darts past while giggling, running away from his irrate manager and brother, Papyrus*

*Red's stunned.*

Red: *panicking, flustered, a whole mess* actually, never mind. i am so inspired to do rom-coms right the fuck now. where's my manager? hey, you! get that guy's name and – where does he work? hire a scriptwriter from the company to write our love story—i mean a rom-com story and while you're at it, grab him so i can ask him out—ask him about it and—

———

Three: Red is a superstar with lots of talent, Sans is also famous, but as a scientist. His brother is the manager of the famous Mettaton, who receives help from Sans if he needs repairs. Sans gets invited to places because Mettaton appreciates his help so much.

Interviewer: Is it true that you've never fallen in love before?

*AT A SUPERSTAR EVENT*

Red: why do you keep asking me stupid questions? why can't you ask me about how stupid my last movie was? i don't know where they hired the idiot who thought it was a good idea to write a quasar into the last scene, i mean do you even know how stupid it would be for a spaceship to be that close—

Interviewer: *almost crying, wants to keep the topic of love, understands nothing about science at all* So, you have never fallen in love before?

Red: dude, were you not listening at all? i haven't—

*Sans passes by with Mettaton. He recognises Red and stops to talk to him*

Sans: oh, hey. you're that monster captain guy, right? did you know that quasars produce so much light that your space alien team should have been blinded even if your spaceship was made of plot armour?

Red: *staring at the other skeleton with wide sockets* you science.

Sans: *blinks and notices the camera and interviewer* oh. oh, man, sorry, i just overheard—

Red: *sweating* nonono, it's okay. anyway, about quasars, did you see how they put a habitable planet next to a blue star?

Sans: *pained expression* don't remind me. i had to tell my brother it was impossible several times over the course of a month after that movie.

Red: hey, since you like space so much, how about you be a star and stay in mine? *dying expression*

Sans: *flustered* huh?

Red: what about being the center of my galaxy? *desperate and confused expression*

Sans: *sweating* u-um—

Red: i think that you're the core of my world because you make me warm inside. *horrified at the things he's saying*

Sans: *embarrassed* stars—

Red: speaking of stars, are you one? because you're lumino—mmpfff *Sans decides to block his mouth with his hands, blushing and staring at Red in flustered surprise.*

*Red's experiencing the sweet relief of being silenced after his embarrassing words*

Sans: buddy, enough—

Red: *muffled* but you're so pretty. *Red is dying inside, but he can’t stop his mouth*

Sans: *dying noise* ...okay, fine. i give up.

Interviewer: *whimpering, forgotten at the side* ...is that a no?

———

1/?

#kustard #ibeta writes #sanscest #uf sans x ut sans #ut sans x uf sans #ibeta ideas

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1starqi · 6 months ago

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So Let's Go See The Stars

genre: fluff, making you feel single

warnings: barely proofread, sappy, they kiss like twice

pairing: mark x reader

word count: 629

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now Playing: So let's go see the stars

It’s a restless night under the clear, starry sky. After missing the rainstorm that blew through and hours of tossing and turning, you steal your resolve. You tiptoe around your room, grabbing your necessities. In your pockets are a strawberry chapstick, headphones, and your phone in its baby blue case. Around your waist is a lightweight raincoat that does little more than break the wind. You double-check for your glasses, finding them right where they’re supposed to be, perched upon your nose bridge.

You creep down the old, creaky, carpeted stairs that face your red front door and tentatively turn the golden knob. The floorboards creak beneath you, but your parents and siblings are far past asleep. You step out onto the dark street, lit by episodic lamps that cast a dim orange hue across the street.

You text the one person you wouldn’t mind not being left alone by.

<<can’t sleep, walking around>>

The gray icon of him typing back appears almost immediately despite the late hour.

<<i’ll be right there. our spot?>>

You type out on the keys, the Y, the E, and the S.

“Mark?” You call out softly into the dark where a figure, approximately his height approaches you. You know it’s him because of his stride and the visible white logo on his sneakers that reflects the minimal light from the street lamps above.

“I’m here.” His familiar voice comforts your brief uncertainty. You wordlessly meet him and start walking the direction he came with him. This isn’t routine, but your relationship grows stronger in each other's silent company.

He puts a comforting arm around your shoulder as you lean into him, and you feel the occasional rub of your shoulder. He breaks the silence of the humid night. “I was hoping I could walk with you, even if just for a minute.” He confesses quietly. “This feels like a scene from a movie, right?” He’s referencing the faint stars that glimmer above your heads.

You think for a minute before deciding to tease. He doesn’t mind the silence. “I’ll be the smart, attractive, kind main character, and you’ll be…” You pretend to think, “My loyal best friend? My charming love interest?” This is your ulterior motive, flustering him.

“I could be.” You can hear his breath hitch in his chest from your proximity. “I don’t know if I exactly fit charming, but I could be your love interest.”

“Promise you’re serious?” You ask faintly.

“Serious as I can be.” He’s fidgeting with the sleeve of the wrinkled shirt you threw on before you left the house. A firefly blinks in front of you. It’s the first one of the summer.

“I’d let you be my love interest.” You tell him, burying yourself a little further in his side, waiting for his response.

“Would you let me kiss you?” His sentence is abrupt, but the answer comes easy to you.

He turns to face you, “Yes.” Your lips and his tenderly meet under the streetlamp, it’s slow and perfect. You hook your arms together behind his neck to pull him closer. He kisses you like you’re the only thing he’s ever missed, and maybe you are.

When your lips break through heavy breathing, you smile up at him and pull a case out of your pocket.

“I have the perfect song for this.” You grin, and he takes a wireless bud in his hand and sticks it in his earring-clad ear. You put the other in yours and press play.

“I didn’t know how much I missed you.” He mumbles against your lips as the first drum line hits. Void of word, you push your lips back into his

“Sunsets, it's full of dreams.

So, let's go, see the stars right now.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ramble: it's a gorgeous rainy night and i was listening to bnd bc i looveee them (wish i could write for them but i just dk their personalities yet) and figured this is a good song for a songfic

#mark #mark lee #mark fluff #mark lee fluff #mark lee x you #mark lee x reader #nct #nct fluff #qiqi writes #mark oneshot #mark lee oneshot #boy next door inspired #songfic #kpop songfic

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presleyhearted · 2 months ago

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Yours Truly - Chapter 14: Jump Then Fall.

・❥・pairing: Elvis x original female character

・❥・genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・wc: 7427 words (grab some popcorn, this is a long chapter aha).

・❥・summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & warnings: descriptions of fears of drowning.

❥・a/n: Finally on chapter 14! so, so much happens in this chapter. Thank you all for your patience. If you have not read this fic before, please refer to my masterlist as this is a multi-chaptered series. Thank you. happy reading :)

dividers by @cafekitsune

chapter index | prev | chapter 15

“Oh be my once in a lifetime. Lying on your chest, in my party dress.” Lana Del Rey, Love Song.

NOVA

The hammering of the downpour painted the apartment's windows with its presence for the past hour or so. Some might say that weather like this gives the perfect ambiance to study. But instead of pursuing academic tasks at the moment, my mind somehow can't find the willingness to do those. The side of my body leaned against the couch of our living room, as I observed the rain bleed through everything outside.

I've seen heavy rain a million times, but this is the only time that I am so transfixed by it. There is nothing particularly special about it, except that, my mind flashes images through like scenes of a movie; A Warm Cafe. heavy rain. the pull of my hand. laughing. his laugh. dark hair. my dress sticking to my skin. dancing.

"I'm me when I'm with you."

"Do you trust me?"

His words are so clear and always seem to take the forefront of my mind, his voice being a lingering tune. It's like if I opened the window right now, and let my hand feel the drop of the precipitation - I could almost feel like I am back in that moment. For some reason, a reason that I still don't know, it is the easiest thing in the world for me to lay my trust in the palm of his hand. I am certain that I am a practical person, and being logical has always been something that takes over me in everything.

But for the first time in so long, I'm not quite sure about that.

What makes it so easy for me to keep going with this, going with him, even with all the uncertainty? With no answers to the meaning behind it all?

"What are you thinking about, bestie?" Luke's voice pulled me out of my reverie. I just then realize that he is standing right beside me, placing a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

"Huh?"

"Or who?" He mused, elbowing me playfully, with a curious smirk on his lips.

well.

I shook my head, "Nothing."

He plops down beside me on the couch, "You have that thinking face on, and with that frown on your lips - it gives me heartbreak vibes."

I laughed at his response, "Luke, I'm not even seeing anyone."

"And? I'm not seeing Henry Cavill and he still broke my heart."

I playfully throw him the cushion, which he easily catches and dramatically responds, "It's the truth!"

"Whoever you were daydreaming about, heartbreaker or not, he had you in your own world there." He said in a sing-song voice.

I don't respond and throw him a simple smile.

I never realized that I was so deep in my thoughts that I failed to notice that Luke walked up to me. He was right in the fact that I was in my own world. But he was wrong about the heartbreaker part, because no, Elvis didn't break my heart. It's something else. It's this feeling I get whenever I am with him. It's thrilling, but so terrifying, but so fun at the same time. And I am certain that I have never felt that way before.

I just hope that when my mind finally stops spinning for answers, that feeling will remain. It has to.

But then again, I have never been one to cling to hope. Not that I am a pessimistic person, but if you didn't know all the angles of a situation, how could you ever put your all into hope? It's like unknowingly walking through active flames and arriving on the other side with imprints of ashes.

Hope is not immune to turning into hurt.

As much as my love for literature and the art of reading, I do love movies as well. Sometimes there is a particular nostalgia to them, especially those movies from the 90s and early 2000s. Luke and I try to have a movie night once a month. Back when we first became friends at the start of college, we would have movie nights every Saturday. But that was before we found out how unpredictable and laborious the schedule is as a college student, therefore it was hard to keep up with that. So, we decided to just have a movie night each month, whenever there is a free day. We normally take turns in picking which movie to watch, but it is Luke's turn this time.

Due to my momentary 'daydream' as Luke described it, it is only now that I fully become aware of the movie of his choice. His Netflix account is open and put on pause. I turned to him in sheer surprise, "Really? The Great Gatsby?"

He shrugged, "I wanna know what the hype is."

I gave him a look.

"Listen, everyone and their mother watched this, except me." He said dramatically as if it was competition.

I watched the movie a while ago. The cinematography is insane. But of course, now that I have to analyze the story through the literature piece, it's a whole different experience from watching. Luke doesn't fail in doing his usual commentary about the costumes, the acting, and his hatred for so and so's character. One thing about my best friend, he might not be a reader, but he will not hesitate to yell at a television screen when he has this passionate hatred for a particular character in a film or TV show.

He calmed down for a while and paused the film, "I mean, I know Gatsby be lying through his teeth. But the commitment is immaculate." He dramatically clapped.

"Definitely. I can't lie to save my life."

"No, bestie. I'm not on about that." He chuckled, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Oooh, you are Miss Daydreamer today, aren't you?" He said with a smirk.

I scoffed at him and laughed, "What? I'm simply asking a question."

He nodded at me, seemingly unconvinced.

"Hm, right. Well, whoever he is, he better not give me the ick."

"There is no one."

"You just said you can't lie to save your life, point proven."

"I am not lying."

Once he saw that I was no longer saying anything more, Luke sighed and simply said, "Yeah, right. "

I snapped my fingers, "But really, what did you mean about Gatsby's commitment?" If I didn't navigate it back to the topic at hand, there is no doubt that even Luke himself would forget what he was talking about in the first place.

"I was saying that about how he is with Daisy. Homeboy really hosted all those parties in case the girl he is in love with showed up all of a sudden. Even if Daisy never showed up that quickly, I think Homeboy still be throwing those parties until she does. And I can't even get a text back for fuck's sake." Luke said, sighing dramatically.

I can't help but chuckle at him, "It's fiction."

He shrugged, "Yeah, but what if there are some people out there that do keep waiting and waiting for the love they lost all those years ago?"

I squinted my eyes at him in surprise and amusement, as I playfully elbowed him on the side, "Aw, didn't know I'm friends with Cupid."

Luke scoffed, "You aren't. But you ever see him around, tell him he is long overdue to fix my shit of a love life."

I laughed, "Will do."

It's becoming easier and easier to know that I've slipped into the land of dreams. Before, I would find myself taking a second to make sure that I was in fact dreaming. But now, it feels all second nature to me now. I am definite in knowing that I have been whisked away into my dreams, and are no longer in the real world. So, the only question that I really ask is, "Where am I now?" which I didn't realize I said out loud, but the only indication that I blurted my question out loud is there is someone who answered.

"Are you lost, Ma'am?" A familiar voice. It seems like the only voice I expect and hope for, whenever I awake in these dreams.

I turned my head to the source and direction, and there he was. Elvis was standing on the tree branch, the very tree that I was standing under it seemed. He crouches down, both feet still on the branch, and my heart cannot help but leap out of my chest at the sight of the possibility of an imbalance occurring. But the man before me is the picture of anything but fear. His hair appears to be meticulously oiled back, and with that hint of youthful appearance in his face, and the same striking pair of blue eyes. It appears to be 1950s Elvis. His clothes seem to also confirm my guess; He wears a Cuban collar shirt, wide-legged pleated black trousers, a black jacket, and black loafers with striking pink-colored socks. He also appears to be holding a jacket over his shoulder, as he shoots me a grin.

I cannot help but chuckle, "What in the world are you doing up there?"

He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head, strands of his dark hair falling over his face.

"Oh," He shrugged, "Nothin' unusual, just searchin' for a damsel in distress."

"The way you trust that branch so much is putting me in distress."

He tilted his head in amusement, "You worry for me, honey?"

"Solid ground here. Stable. Safe. You should try it." I said, smiling at him.

It's a dream, which means technically he won't be hurt, but that still doesn't mean I'm not my usual worried self. I mean, if this is my dream, then I can control it. But dreams and control have never been two things that agreed with each other in my case. And not to forget, the raven-haired man before me's unpredictable tendencies, to say the least.

He sighed calmly, "I would. But I'm likin' the view from up here." He shoots me one of his infamous grins, his gaze fleeting through me from head to toe unabashedly. An action that made my face grow hot all of a sudden, as I averted my gaze from him quickly.

In my previous dream, we were walking under the night sky and I remember vividly that he told me he wanted to show me something. But that never happened because my body jolted me back awake. Back into reality.

"Didn't you say you were going to show me something?" I questioned him, hoping that it would throw him off from him noticing my reaction to his comment. Hoping that it distracts me from feeling that familiar warm sensation that sits in the depth of my chest. For if I don't distract myself, and I start to think about all the other times - all our previous encounters - I might be forced to turn my back on him, and only face him again once I can fix my flustered state. I am no stranger to his flirtatious nature, but I am a stranger to who I am when I am with him.

And I am not sure how to connect those puzzle pieces. Not right now, at least.

Elvis nodded, stood up from his crouched position, and jumped off from the tree branch - an action that happened in the blink of an eye, and made me shut my eyes in fright. He thankfully lands safely and stands right in front of me.

"Yeah. Before you disappeared." He said teasingly.

I shrugged, my smile dissipating into a picture of guilt, "I can't control it, you know?"

I hope he knows. When these dreams first started to happen, I was directly asking him all those questions about the reason behind it all. I still don't have all the answers. But I believe that he is real. Based on all of these small hints that happened, and how he answered that he said yes, even if he didn't verbally confirm it. When I woke up in Graceland and apologized to him for being late, he jokingly said he thought he got stood up. That was the closest exchange of words between us that touched on the topic of the control of my dreams, and how I wake up out of nowhere and there is no real sign right before it happens. But this is the first time I am telling him that I did wake up all of a sudden, and I think he knows. But I say this as a question, in case he doesn't. Even if I think he does.

Elvis nodded, "Course. Doesn't mean it hurts me less." He said, his voice so soft.

He bites his bottom lip and releases a deep breath. There is a breeze in the air, a deep contrast to the chilling winter air of the real world. The leaves of the trees sway to the effect of the wind, the blooming of the flowers that decorate the lush green grass, and the shine of the sunlight - all the elements that immediately make it known to me that it is Spring that greet me in this dream. The sunlight that shines from behind me is the perfect tool that magnifies the azure of his eyes. The glint of playfulness is not harbored within them, instead, it makes me see that there is a pool of tears that paint his eyes and look into mine. Elvis has seen me multiple times by now, all of these dreams, all these encounters - and yet, he studies my face now. As if it is the first and last time he ever will lay his eyes on me. His eyes moved from each inch of my face, like what people do when they try to memorize something.

It's an action that would otherwise make me feel uncomfortable if it were someone else, but instead, all I feel is shreds of pain that poke at my heart and a haze of confusion that clouds my mind. And with those both combined? I feel a sudden lump in my throat, it's that feeling that builds up when someone is about to break into tears. And I am at a loss of words on why that is. Why my body, my heart, and my mind are reacting this way?

"I'm sorry," I said, surprising myself by the break in my voice. the instability.

The rational part of my brain believes that Elvis is acting this way because of how abruptly I leave him in the world of dreams.

Elvis shook his head.

A loose strand of my hair blows in the spring wind, Elvis brings his hand up and tucks this behind my ear. All whilst never leaving his gaze from mine, "Nova. . . it's never not you." He said softly.

I looked at him quizzically, "Elvis. . . "

Elvis looked down and shook his head, and when he faced me again there was that bright smile on his face. As if the tense nature and hurt in his face, and how words a second ago didn't happen. He takes the jacket off his shoulder and drapes it over my shoulders, "C'mon." He naturally intertwined our fingers and tugged me along in a direction.

"Here we are."

I gasped in astonishment at the scene before me, "This is insane."

From the moment he pulled me along with him and the way we made our way through a forest, there was a rush of excitement and curiosity that filled me. The chirping of birds in high trees and canopies accompanied our journey, but that sound was added by something else and I could've never guessed that it would all lead to this. The source of the sound is the rush of water splashing against rocks. Bees buzzing, birds chirping, the splash of the water, and the rush of the wind rustling through the trees - all working to elevate the beautiful sight before us.

A waterfall.

An almost crystal-like paradise blue water spilled over the rocks and cascaded effortlessly into the gleaming pool. The water that left the ledge was not producing harsh, strong sounds. It was a rush, but a more gentle affair, which explains the white lines at the edges of it as it met the serenity of the pool at the bottom. The amber glow of the sunset peeks through the branches of a singular tree that hung over the water illuminating a radiating glow to the pool. The height of the waterfall itself was not extremely daunting, but it appeared steep and tall enough to create such a picturesque image.

I turned to Elvis, who through my awestruck reaction, I didn't even realize was now in only a pair of swimming shorts. His bare upper body was a beautiful shade of tan, his stomach was slim and there was an undeniable air of confidence in the way he stood there beside me. Half-naked he was, - shit, half-naked.

"Am I interruptin' you, honey?" His voice filled with amusement, as I snap my head back up to look at him. His hands are set on his hips, that familiar smirk on his lips, as he catches me checking him out.

Well, shit.

"I- well. .you-," I spluttered out pathetically, he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.

I sighed with my hands in my head in sheer embarrassment. Oh my God Nova, get it together. He isn't even naked. Well, only half-naked.

"How did you change into shorts so fast?" I managed to say, thanking myself that I was able to contain my composture, despite the growing warmth in my cheeks.

Elvis chuckled and tilted his head at me, "I'm glad that I impressed you, Miss Sinclair."

I cannot help but feel the corners of my lips twitch up into a small smile.

"Ocassionally." I teased him.

He advanced in front of me and stopped and my heart found this the sign to beat erratically against my chest. Elvis leaned forward to the right side of my face until I swear I could feel his breathing tickle against my ear, "Darlin', I can be very impressive. " He pulled back and studied my face for a second, a smirk prominent on his lips. He fully stepped back and walked past me. I regained myself, for the second time in the conversation, and turned myself around. I was a statue for a second there, releasing a breath that I didn't know I was holding. I move my hands subtly, trying my best to get rid of the sweaty feeling of my palms.

"W-Where are you going?"

Damn it, Nova. Did you have to stutter?

He squinted his hypnotic blue eyes at me that were filled with mischief, "To cool off." He chuckled.

The meaning behind his words unmistakenly indicated my flustered state.

He was walking backward, facing me while he neared the water. Elvis turned around and jumped into the water, making a splash in which I gasped. He appeared from the water not a second later with a grin on his lips, as he pushed his hair back with his one hand.

He looked at me expectantly, "C'mon, honey."

His invitation for me to join him in the water rendered my knees weak. Practically shaking. No matter how beautiful the entire atmosphere was and how ethereal the flow of the water seemed to be, I couldn't bring myself to step closer. My palms were welcomed with the familiar feeling of sweat, at such a speed that almost matched the the pulsing of my heart. A sound that I swear I can almost hear, matching the shallow breaths that escaped my lips. My lips felt very dry all of a sudden.

"No. I-I-I can't. " I stepped back.

He looked at me, his eyes a beautiful shade of blue. Full of empathy and gentleness.

"Yeah, you can. C'mon, I've gotcha." He encouraged me, his voice was soft with his hand stretched out to me.

"Elvis, n-no. I-I can't swim." I replied, feeling my breathing becoming more of a sport. An action that was natural now quickly becoming unnatural.

"Darlin', I know that. Let me teach you." He offered me a small smile, and for a second I felt a sense of comfort. But that was quickly whisked away by the idea of the depth of the water and the sound of it splashing against each other, hitting the rocks nearby.

I shook my head, "W-What if the water takes m-me? H-How deep is it? W-What if I drown?"

Elvis interrupts me, "Nova, breathe. Breathe." He repeated.

He instructed me, starting with closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I did this a few times until the only sounds that filled my ears were the soft swaying of the trees and the chirping of the birds. The sound of the water was barely present anymore. And so, I continued to do this until I could feel my heartbeat steady. Elvis' voice guided me.

I regained the normal pattern of my breathing.

"Okay, now what?" I asked, with my eyes still closed.

Silence.

"Elvis?" I repeated.

No response.

Just how fast dread seeps into one's chest in moments.

I opened my eyes and everything was exactly how it was. Except that, the water before me did not house the familiar raven-haired man.

"Elvis!" I yelled, my head snapping in each direction.

Now, I am the most logical and risk-free person if one were to ask the people closest to me. I do not make any decisions, whether it be heavy ones or light ones, impulsively and in a 'spur of the moment.' Never.

But such things as those require thinking. One thing that I can say for sure is that I do it all the time.

Except this time I wasn't. I was being led by something else other than my brain.

And so, I feel an energy-like force almost pulling me to glance at the water again.

"Elvis!" I called out again.

No response.

Before my mind could register my actions, I slipped off the dress that I was wearing and found myself near the body of water - and I jumped.

Shit.

Oh god, I can't breathe.

I tried to pull myself from the power of the water but felt my legs sinking down as well as the rest of my body. My eyes kept snapping shut due to the pressure and how I uncontrollably swallowed amounts of water as I tried to breathe.

But I am sinking.

and sinking.

and-

"I've gotcha." That familiar voice rings in my ear, as I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and a body against my back. I turned my head to see him with that smirk on his lips, as I felt that I was no longer sinking.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him once I relaxed, "You!" I turned around to hit his chest in anger.

He groaned at the contact, "Ouch! Calm down, Nova."

I scoffed, "Oh, I am not calming down Presley! Where the hell did you go? I thought you were with me and- and you just disappeared? I thought you were gone! I-"

I didn't realize it, but drops of tears escaped my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.

Elvis interrupts me by pulling me closer with his arms tighter around me, and his forehead against mine. Gone was the mischievous smirk and instead, he breathed slowly, "I'm right here, baby. I'm here. I can never leave ya." He whispered, eyes looking into mine. He then grabbed hold of my hands that were against his chest and positioned them so that they were wrapped around his neck.

"You better not," I muttered, which Elvis heard perfectly judging by the smile that crossed his lips.

I glanced down and like a shot of fear upon the realization of the depth of the water and the probability of me sinking again, as I only have my arms around Elvis.

"Wrap your legs around me," Elvis instructed, quickly noticing the fear that struck my face.

With no hesitation, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I must be a shade of crimson now, judging by the warmth I felt that flooded my cheeks. But who can blame me? The sheer proximity of our bodies - I have never been in a situation like this before. I only had my underwear and bra on, and Elvis was only in his shorts. And not to mention, I am in a body of water - something which I swore myself I would never do due to my intense fear of drowning. There it goes again - the beating of my heart, as I feel blood rushing from my veins to the very tip of my fingers that clung onto him. The pulse acted like a catalyst for hot waves of that beating against my chest.

I looked at Elvis again, but his azure eyes were already on me. He was biting his bottom lip, as he groaned in what appeared to be pain.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I'm too heavy-" I started to profusely apologize.

"No, darlin.' No." He said, his voice strained.

"But-"

I started to detach myself from him slowly and move my body, feeling embarrassed about the way I practically clung onto him and put all my weight on him.

"Nova, stop movin.'" He said, not in a harsh manner. But in a tone that was strained and I swore I heard him mutter under his breath, "Lord, help me."

"What is it? You look hurt, Elvis." I said, trying to find more of an explanation for his pained expression that adored his features. Sweat trickled down his forehead.

He shook his head, "Keep close to me, I'm not hurt."

"You swear?" I questioned, still unsure of his words.

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah I swear."

I secured myself around him again, believing his words.

I feel something hard against my thigh, I look down quizzically and gasped at the sight of a bulge from his shorts poking my thigh. I avert my gaze. I feel that sudden warmth in my cheeks and seems to travel to my neck as well.

Elvis must've seen my reaction, "Aw, hell. I'm sorry, darlin.' I-" He sighed deeply, his head facing the sky above.

To not further the obvious awkwardness that was surely rising between us, I pretended to clear my throat and said, "Were you talking about teaching me how to swim?"

His chest seemed to relax as he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Uh, yes, yeah okay."

Swimming was a skill that my parents were not fond of me learning. Their protectiveness over my safety wins priority over learning a life skill. And so, I grew up with the fear of water as a result.

After that awkward moment between Elvis and me, slowly but surely he did exactly what he promised. He taught me how to swim. Well, almost did. My fear of drowning and losing control would creep up on me every now and again, which would make me stop and cling to him or the rocks nearby. But even with that, his patience never wavered. Nor did he make me feel embarrassed. No, I never felt any of those emotions. Only comfort and dare I say, some excitement when I feel like I am getting the hang of it. By the end of our swimming session, I was no expert in swimming, but I at least had less fear of the water and trusted myself more in gaining control of how I moved against the water.

Not to mention, I became accustomed to the touch of his skin against mine and the closeness that was unavoidable in the situation. It was like the rapid changing of seasons - hot and cold. But in the end, no matter what, all I felt was familiarity. To the point that no contact of my skin against his was more unnatural than natural.

Soon, the greeting of the amber glow of sunset alerted our tired bodies. Therefore, we made our way out of the body of water and back onto dry land. We dried ourselves with a towel that was nearby, one that I didn't question, for this was all a dream. And I learned now that questioning things in this world leads me to nowhere. I pulled my dress back on and Elvis put his clothes back on. However, albeit the warmer season in this dream compared to the real world, there was a chill in the air - the sign of the day nearly coming to a close.

Elvis must've noticed my shivering state as I ran my hands up and down my crossed arms, he slipped his jacket off and draped it over my shoulders.

I protested quickly, "What about you?"

He shrugged with that lopsided grin of his, "I'm fine, darlin'."

"Elvis-"

"Yes, Miss Sinclair?" He tilts his head at me and that's when I knew that there was no use in arguing with him.

So I sighed and playfully rolled my eyes, "Alright, you win."

He chuckled and grasped my hand into his, the action more effortless than when I said my own name. We walked quickly beside each other in silence, in which I broke, " Thank you."

Elvis turned to me, "For what, darlin?" He asked, his thumb gently caressing my hand.

"Well, teaching me how to swim even if I'm still not completely there yet. But thank you anyway for being so patient with me."

"Of course, " He nodded, "You gotta believe in yourself more, honey." He said softly.

I sighed, "I know, but it's easier said than done." I cannot help but shrug.

Elvis stopped walking and faced me, "The things that last, the most important things - they take time. Always do." He said to me, but somehow it felt as if the words were scattered notes across a broken piano - one that still plays beautifully, but long forgotten. One that remembers the melody of a beautiful thing. His tone of voice resembled one of a person who was recalling a memory of some kind before it faded away. The reminiscent kind. One that is mixed with the taste of nostalgia.

"Very wise, who said that?" I mused. It was becoming harder and harder to find a way to ease the tension when he grew serious all of a sudden. It is not a tension that is negative by any means, but there is something in my chest. This feeling. And before I could even think more about it, I had to lean into a half-humored response. A light response, but sincerity and honesty all the same.

Elvis winked.

Before I could question more into his confusing response, he tugged my hand intertwined in his closer as he led me through more of the forest. Shortly after that, I find that we are somehow on the other side of the waterfall but perched on a hill. So, there was a distance from the water, but not too far. Just the right enough distance to take in the picturesque view. A red and white patterned picnic blanket was draped over the grass, and atop it was a picnic basket and a bouquet of flowers.

Elvis tugged me along as we sat down on the picnic blanket.

"You did all this?" I asked, more of a rhetorical question than most.

"You like it?"

"This is incredible." I marveled.

Elvis smiled, letting go of my hands and taking hold of the bouquet - presenting them to me.

"For you, Nova."

I gladly accept the bouquet and admire the flowers. These flowers were rare, only appearing in spring and summer. The sky blue color of the petals that surrounded the mild yellow centre - a flower that I had seen all my life, and I breathed it. It was a flower that always grew so abundantly all around my parents' house growing up.

Which is why it so easily became my favorite flower in the entire world.

"Elvis, thank you. These are beautiful."

"it's a. . . Forget Me Not."

"-Forget Me Not."

We ended up saying it simultaneously, and I burst out laughing at the way we said it in sync. Elvis is frozen, his eyes are wide as his mouth opens in an 'o' shape. He starts to say something, but mumbles and stopped himself.

"Obviously, there is that clear meaning behind its name. But also for some reason, I don't why, but they always grew in the garden of my childhood house. My parents' home. My parents never raised them. I guess it came with the location of the property. That's how I happened to know what they are called. They then ended up being my favorite flower, I don't know if it was because it was the only flower that I saw constantly and thought I was a smart kid. But-"

I stopped my ramblings, as I noticed that Elvis has grown silent. His eyes are no longer looking into mine but instead appear to be looking far away out into the distance. But his removal from me wasn't what gravitated my interest, it was what was contained in his azure eyes. A build of tears seemed to be rising higher and higher in his eyes. I've only ever seen him in a state of tears like this once before, a while ago, when I asked him questions with one-word answers.

The image makes me reach my hand out to him as I wrap it around his, "Elvis?" I said, my voice quiet, "Are you okay?"

He doesn't respond. Instead, he shuts his eyes rapidly and those tears escape down his face. He keeps his eyes closed, appearing to be squeezing his eyelids shut.

Oh god. What did I say?

"Did I say something?"

My questions seemed to shake him out of his trance, and he opened his eyes, and the very moment he did - I felt my heart collapse. Like the earth-shattering quake that makes even the strongest buildings surrender to the ground. His eyes are swollen, evident by the droplets of tears that still cascade down his cheeks. He shook his head and with shaky hands, he brought his hands up to cup my cheeks, "Nova."

"Tell me, did I say something wrong? I'm sor-"

"No, no, no." He said quickly, voice cracking.

In that moment, there is something within me that reigns over the attitude of thinking over my decisions and choices.

The space and distance between us suddenly felt wrong.

I reached my hands out to push his hair out of his face and wipe the tears off his cheeks. I leave my hands resting on his shoulders, as I tuck my knees beneath me and feel myself pulling him close to me - enveloping him into a hug. The action caused the raven-haired man before me to erupt into sobs, his arms gripped around me grow tighter. I find myself running my hand through his hair in a soothing manner. Now is not the time for questions, sometimes in life, we have no choice but to speak and let words be spoken. But this time? Elvis does not need me pestering him with questions.

"Shh, it's alright."

A while goes by, but I do not pull back until Elvis does.

And when he does, I try to brush off that feeling of emptiness that rushes into my system - into the very corners of that organ that sits inside my chest, all too quickly.

It took a while before the atmosphere between us goes back to lighteharted, and tear-free. Whatever it was that was on Elvis' mind that caused him to zone out like that - I hope he never delves into that again. It breaks me. He never tells me what it was, and I never ask. Instead, he apologises profusely and presents the food that was in the picnic blanket. We have the food and soon flow into happier topics of conversation.

"No way, really?" I asked as Elvis retells a story of how he first started to learn guitar. All of my knowledge of Elvis was from the Elvis movie, and nothing further than that.

Elvis nodded, "Yeah. I think I was eleven at the time and I wanted a bicycle, but my mama didn't want it."

"Why?"I asked, taking a sip out of the glass of wine.

"Couldn't afford it," Elvis shrugged and continued, "But Mama also believed that a bicycle would end up hurtin' me. She feared for my safety all the time. "

"So, she instead opted for buying you a guitar instead? I guess, it makes sense. How protective your mother was. " This I knew of. How Elvis had a twin brother, but was lost at childbirth. A reasonable experience for the constant fear and protectiveness his mother had over his safety.

Elvis chuckled, running his hand through his hair, "Yeah, I didn't know what I was doin'. Knew nothin' about playin' the instrument. Only learned from my Uncle Johnny and the pastor, Frank Smith from the church we would go to." He explained further.

"That's why I never understood when people called me gifted. I was far from it, honey." He shook his head in embarrassment.

"I disagree with you. Talent doesn't always mean waking up and being a prodigy at something, sometimes it takes learning on your own and then combining that with practice. I don't think anything is effortless. So, whatever you said, Elvis - I fully believe you were a talented one. A once in a lifetime." I said, not realizing that I was using my hands to speak.

Elvis smiled at this, his cheeks a shade of crimson as he looked down whilst scratching his neck.

"Well, uh, thank you darlin."

The duality of him continues to amaze me.

"Sorry, I rambled away like that. Saying so much in one sentence - I hope it wasn't annoying." I chuckled, as I admitted this to him.

"I love listening to you speak." He said, with no hesitation.

I feel myself blush at his gaze and turn to look at the scenery, that's when I realize that the landscape has been engulfed by the dark blue color of the night sky. A thousand stars dotted around it, looking down on us.

I turned to face him again, "Oh gosh, I never even realized it was already dark. "

We must've been talking for hours and hours, getting lost in conversation and not realizing it was the sky's turn to rest.

Elvis frowned, "Oh, do you want to go?"

I shook my head, "No, not yet."

He sighed in what appeared to be a relief, "Good. I'm not ready yet."

I tilted my head, "And why is that, Presley?"

His hand reaches out behind him, in which he extracts a guitar.

"Since when was that behind you?" I laughed.

Elvis simply winked, "I told ya, Miss Sinclair. I can be very impressive."

I cannot help but smile, "Uh-huh."

His fingers strummed a few chords, "Any special requests?"

I thought for a moment, I don't know his discography that well.

"Any song. Whatever comes to mind."

He nodded and started to strum the strings of the guitar, and when he began to sing - I swear I no longer felt the coldness of the evening air around me. Instead, there is the warmth that fills his voice and surrounds me. The first verse of the song is gentle and evokes the very definition of a peaceful night. But not one that makes one fall asleep, it makes you keep listening and hanging onto every word. I do end up closing my eyes very briefly, but open them again and when I do - he is already looking into mine with a smile on his lips.

"Love me tender,

love me true,

all my dreams fulfilled

for my darlin' I love you

and I always will."

Elvis' voice was flying through the breeze of the evening air like a gentle companion walking through the vacant streets of a quaint town. One thing that the movie portrayed was how powerful of a performer Elvis was. Especially the era of the 70s. The extravagant jumpsuits, the international hotel ballroom. The way he moved on the stage. But they rarely captured how, even without all of that, there was the tenderness and sweetness to his voice that can mesmerize anyone just the same.

"Love me tender,

love me dear,

Tell me you are mine,

I'll be yours through all the years,

Till the end of time." He finished singing and holds onto that last line - almost speaks it, instead of singing it.

And just as he stopped strumming the guitar, thoughts evade my mind. Yes, I feared the water earlier because what else does one do when they don't know how to swim? I didn't know the depth of the water, and it can be unpredictable at times. No matter how serene the atmosphere. I know all can be solved if I had the skill of knowing how to swim. But I didn't.

But the one catalyst that drove that swimming session to even happen - well, it was him. Through my actions that did not align with my rational thinking, I went straight into the water to look for him. To find him. To see him safe. To make sure. If I didn't do any of that, I doubt I would be in the water at all.

I simply - jumped.

It was only now, at this moment with him across from me as he finished singing a song so sweet and pure - that I realized it was never really about jumping into the water.

Whether I dared to say it out loud or not, I know it is true. A feeling that triumphs over my anxieties and fear, which I proved to myself by jumping into that water - I care about him.

Elvis, I care about you. I say this in my mind. Words unspoken.

I clapped, "That was amazing Elvis."

He smiled shyly, "Thank you, honey." He said, placing the guitar back down on the picnic blanket. He hesitates, about to say something, and scratches the back of his neck as he mumbles something under his breath.

His hands delicately get hold of a loose strand of hair falling over my face, and gently tucked this behind my ear. The action tickles me and I end up giggling a little, "Oh gosh, that tickles."

Elvis grinned and leaned in again. "Hmm?"

"Yes, it does. I am ticklish, okay?" I chuckle, shaking my head.

Oh gosh, wrong words Nova. Unfortunately, he caught on to my words very quickly. Elvis started to tickle me on my sides, and I couldn't help but gasp with my eyes going wide. I am lying down on the picnic blanket now, falling over from the actions. My hands frantically attempt to push him off me, but with that infamous smirk on his lips - he doesn't hold back.

"Elvis! oh my god, stop!" I said, in between gasps and laughter.

"Nope."

Okay, two can play a game, Presley.

I tickled him back, and he gasped with a picture of momentarily surprise. He stumbled back, now being the one lying down whilst I have the upper hand. Unfortunately, Elvis does not appear to be as ticklish as I am. He is quick to grab hold of both of my hands. Our laughter stops, once we both realize the position that we are in. I am lying on top of him, with both of my hands engulfed in his hand and his right hand wrapped around my waist. Our faces were inches apart from each other, that I could feel his breathing against my cheek.

"The power you hold over me, Nova." He said softly, with a wide smile.

His words register through my mind like a faint wave, for I couldn't help but admire him. His tanned skin, those piercing eyes of his. His lips looked so soft. A strand of his perfectly groomed hair overshadowed part of his face.

"You're beautiful," I said, unable to stop myself.

Elvis grinned and shook his head, "Nah, you should see the view from 'ere. That's the breathtaking one."

I blushed but shook my head still.

"Oh, here you go with your flirting again," I replied, chuckling.

"Always with you."

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daphnebowen · 4 months ago

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descendants rise of red thoughts

warning: these are probably nonsensical and just a lot of confusion/venting/random excitement?? but enjoy regardless:

I'm glad that they explained jay, evie, and mal's absence right off the bat

Uma and mal's relationship >>>

Not me bawling my eyes out already at the mention of Carlos, we all know uma's tears were china's tears 😭😭

Wonderland is GORGEOUS

"DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER" WHERE THE ANGELS USED TO BE

this fight scene is so unrealistic

LUCIUS MALFOY?!?! (nope it's a dupe)

can I just say Kylie is GORGEOUS in red??

MAD HATTER SON SIGHTING AND I LOVE HOW HIS NAME IS MADDOX

who would have guessed she used the hug with Maddox to steal the Time Machine - hmm, not me!!

Brandy is absolutely KILLING IT her voice is majestic

but where does Chad fit into all of this??? like isn't he the son of Cinderella but he doesn't look like his dad or mom?

the queen of hearts accent is soooo soothing

she (the queen of hearts) reminds me a LOT of Audrey, in her looks, her mannerisms, the way she speaks, her everything, it's kinda crazy

A MENTION OF CHAD!!! Maybe it's possible! who cares about genetics!!

okay queen of hearts buggy is 🤩🤩

Chloe reminds me so much of evie and red reminds me so much of mal!! this is probably obvious to everyone and on purpose but oh well

WHATS MY NAME REMIXXXXX AHHHH

where's Harry and Gil bro not even a mention of them??? they were uma's best friends bffr

Omg I haven't seen Dara in a lot of other things but she is SLAYING the crazy uliana character

Chloe running around fixing all the things red's messing around with is so accurate

WICKED STEPMOM SIGHTING

anyways, the house Cinderella grew up in is soooo accurate to how I pictured it

I don't think poor chloe has ever touched a mop lol

Dara doesn't even sound like herself in this song

THAT EEL FREAKING SCARED ME GAGAHAGAGA IT LOOKS JUST LIKE FLOTSAM AND JETSAM which is probably the point but oh well here I am

the way my heart DROPPED when she smashed the shoes!!!! 😢😢

oh snap. I did NOT expect red to go there (speaking about the "how did that end up for her?" talking about Chloe's mom) THATS SO AWFUL AND HORRIBLE MY JAW DROPPED

young Cinderella can SINGGGG

Love how they never showed Chloe's feet after she threw her glass shoes into the fireplace 😂 not important but I thought it was funny

love the kid barking and meowing and making Merlin rethink his life choices

I definitely thought for a second that red was gonna be like "actually, I want to stay in this timeline"

OMG I HOPE THIS WORKS

YESSSS UMAAAA SLAYYYYYY ILYYYY

the costume change for queen of hearts is EVERYTHING

how is Chloe going to explain the broken glass shoes to her mom lol

nothing gets past Uma lol she's ALL KNOWING OUR QUEEN

final thoughts: reaaaalllyyyy wishing we could have brought back more of the og's or even got a little more closure about Carlos and his death. even though I know everyone's moving on and healing and dove especially is distancing herself from Disney and trying to be her own person without that (which, I respect) I still would have liked a cameo, a sort of "passing the torch" thing. without them it kinda was abrupt and strange, but having fairy godmother and Uma definitely benefited the movie. Red and Chloe were definitely well thought out and loveable and relatable characters for me, being a perfectionist myself and having three little troublemaking brothers who want nothing to do with me or my family at all. I feel like there was hardly any real time to get to know the other characters at all though! particularly young Bridget and ella, I definitely would have loved to see more of them. even uliana, although she made such a big impact and interest with her limited amount of screen time, put it to good use and made the most, though I would have wanted more. More backstory between her and Ursula's relationship, perhaps??? Uma and uliana reconciliation?? where is uliana now??? etc etc etc. I feel like the movie was so short there wasn't a ton of time to fully flesh things out and explore the characters and yet the pacing was great for the plot, so I don't know how those two things work together but somehow it felt rushed and yet perfect at the same time?? Like I don't know what they could have added to make it longer. definitely wanted more Uma and fairy godmother banter and updates on all the vks and auradon kids!!! how's Jane!!! ESPECIALLY NOW CARLOS IS NO LONGER WITH US?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? what about Lonnie!! and dizzy and the twins and Doug and Harry and Gil and all those other rascals. good to know Chad's off playing tourney in college and we know mal, Ben, evie, and jay are sailing around the world making amends with other countries and forming alliances. but yeah. overall I was pretty satisfied, obviously I don't think ANYTHING could top the iconic original descendants but I feel like this one did its job. it continued the story and introduced many new characters and a new timeline and plot line that was easy to follow while also leaving room for more and for wanting more. didn't even mention the music but I felt a lot of it was suuuuper repetitive and just this pop thing. where are my ballads!!! my if onlys!!! everything was just like "rotten to the core" or "chillin like a villain" and I wanted some emotional songs. Yes, I love a good pop upbeat song but I don't want an entire movie of them. everyone sang great I think, except I couldn't tell what was real and what was auto tune, but anyways. so yeah, I'd rate this movie a 7.5 out of 10. Pretty decent but still... not the greatest. as to almost be expected without our original cast.

side note: anyone wondering, if Cameron Boyce hadn't passed away, do we think they still would have continued adding on to that original trilogy and storyline or do we think that they would have brought in the new characters and storylines anyway? just a thought, I've always wondering what it would be like if cam hadn't passed. rest in peace xo 💋

#descendants #descendants rise of red #red #chloe charming #rise of red #red descendants #descendants the rise of red #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #jay descendants #carlos de vil #uma descendants #queen of hearts #bridget descendants #ella descendants #charming #idk how to tag these characters without knowing their last names lmao

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shslbunnylover · 11 months ago

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★★★𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮 2: 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜)★★★

Character: Wanda Maximoff

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Onto the second day everyone with our lovely Wanda Maximoff! Thanks for all the support recently 🙏🏻

Word count: 1.5k

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Christmas music filled the house, the sounds of Mariah Carey's voice filling your ears as you heard her hit song for the millionth time since November started. Your wife had always loved the holidays, and at any time during November through the beginning of January, you were forced to hear every Christmas song and movie under the sun. It's not like you minded though. It made you happy to see her uplifted by the spirit of wreaths and Christmas trees, despite her occasional worry that you found it annoying.

One thing she never liked, however, was putting up the tree. To her, putting up the tree was annoying and a dirty chore that she preferred to watch you do. But since the tree you had gotten this year was allowed to be larger due to your new house, you needed more labor to bring it in.

"This stupid thing is getting pine needles everywhere," Wanda grumbled as the two of you placed the perfectly sized evergreen tree into its stand in the corner of your living room.

"Baby, we can clean them up later," You chuckled, "Plus, we're almost done, then we can put up all the fun stuff!"

"I guess," The redhead next to you smiled sweetly.

You simply rolled your eyes in a joking manner, a bright smile forming on your face as the tree locked into place.

"See! Wasn't so hard now was it?" You smirked, putting your hands on your hips, not noticing the stray pieces of pine in your hair.

Wanda smiled in pride of her partner, taking your wrist in her hand and raising her feet to pluck the green needles out of your hair. Once she finished, she quickly kissed your cheek to secure the cleanliness.

"No dekta, it wasn't," She smiled with a laugh, dropping the plants on the floor.

"Alright, can you go downstairs and get the tree decorations tub? It's bright red with a green lid," You asked her, kissing her on the nose once you had grabbed the scissors to cut the net off your tree.

Your wife nodded quickly, running down the stairs into the basement, leaving you to fix the tree.

Once Wanda returned with the box, you removed the lid to reveal all the colorful ornaments of different shapes and sizes. Looking up at the redhead, you noticed her eyes sparkling at the sight of all the lights and other decorations in the bin.

"You hypnotized over there Wands?" You teased her, waving your hand in front of her line of vision, laughing a bit once she jumped back out of her little trance.

"Yes, I love Christmas, you know this," She smiled as she picked up the long strand of lights, going to plug them in to ensure they were all working.

"Yeah, I haven't heard normal music since Thanksgiving," You rolled your eyes, pulling out the shiny garland to untangle it. "All the lights working okay?"

Wanda nodded, her eyes focused heavily on the illuminated cord while she wrapped it around the tree. When you looked at her, you looked over at her. You could practically feel your heart melting at the sight of her smile. Ever since her workload as school board president had doubled, you had begun to truly miss her smile as it had been replaced with stressed frowns.

Taking your eyesight away from your lover, you walked over to the other side of the evergreen, standing at the top of the latter before placing it about the tree

You'd occasionally look over at the redhead below, who was making her way closer to where you were, and you'd just smile (which she was way too focused on the pretty lights to notice).

After a couple of minutes had passed, you felt something bump your hand, then heard your wife giggle.

"Well, hello there Y/n!" She chuckled, causing you to look down at your hands that had bumped into each other.

"Well, hello there Wanda," You smirked.

Wanda took your hand in hers, kissing it softly, her lips leaving a soft pink mark in their wake.

You blushed heavily, covering your face with the hand not holding the garland.

"Meanie," You muttered through your flustered expression, causing the redhead next to you to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'll show you mean~" She teased, kissing your hand again before walking around you to continue decorating.

You blushed once again, looking upward with an expression of slight amusement.

"Alright Y/n!" Wanda smiled, looking at your now illuminated Christmas tree. "Now it's time for the ornaments!"

"Our favorite part!" You replied excitedly, getting on your knees to start handing each bulb to the older woman. "I'm going to give you every regular bulb we have first so we can look at the other cute ones later!"

The redhead nodded, taking each metal orb that would range in color and delicately placing it on the tree, her fingers tracing down to the bottom of it to admire the beauty before moving on to the next.

After handing her a garnishment, you'd watch Wanda put it on with the same fascination you had the day you first met, your eyes following her every move.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I must have been in your way-"

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm the one who ran into you!"

"Are you sure? I feel bad making you spill all your stuff!"

"I said don't worry about it, I'll get a discount for anything dented,"

"Hey, you're Ms. Maximoff, right? The head of the schoolboard?"

"What gave it away?"

Continuing your little assembly line, you'd get a glimpse of your tree adorning every new adornment, causing your smile to grow. Suddenly, your eyes locked on one of the objects in the bin as you had noticed every regular bauble had been put up. You quickly moved your body to grab it, your eyes widening at just the first clear glimpse of it.

"What's that one?" Wanda asked, noticing you slowing down to examine what you were holding.

"It's one from our wedding day. Remember the ones we gave out to everyone?" You asked, handing it to Wanda to put up on the tree.

"Oh, right! They have our initials engraved on them!" She exclaimed, her thumb running over the ceramic heart with each of your initials carved into it.

"I told your brother they we're cute, still don't know what his problem was," You rolled your eyes, remembering what Pietro had said about the ornaments being tacky, despite their minimalist nature.

"He was and still is an idiot, you know that," The older redhead chuckled, looking down at you. "Is that all of them?"

You shook your head,

"There's still one more," You smiled, getting on your toes to place a final decoration on the front center of the tree, a flat red ornament with the words "Our first Christmas married" written in green.

"When did you get that?" Your wife exclaimed, looking at it in shock.

"I got it on our honeymoon, I knew you'd like just a little," You smirked, kissing her softly on the lips.

"You thought right," She smiled as a single tear formed at the corner of her eye.

"Merry Christmas baby," You kissed her once again, looking at your tree.

"Merry Christmas dekta," Wanda replied, holding you tightly against her, joining your gaze at the beautiful evergreen in front of you two.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #mcu #marvel #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #wlw #nblw #wlw ns/fw #nblw ns/fw #wlw and nblw only #fluff #12 days of ficmas #12 days of fluffmas #Akira writes

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ginxyy · 14 days ago

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Love in Laughter

My soulmate Seokmin

It all began on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, a day that was supposed to be mundane, clouded with the typical grind of life. Instead, it turned into something I would cherish forever, all thanks to him. As the relentless drumming of rain echoed outside, I found myself ensconced in our favorite blanket fort for the little movie marathon we enjoyed on lazy days. Yes, it was just an ordinary afternoon, yet as I peeked through the hastily constructed walls of our cushion castle and saw him sprawled out, laughing at the ridiculous antics of the characters on screen, I realized that extraordinary moments can indeed be birthed from the most routine of days.

Seokmin has this ability to infuse joy into the simplest of situations. With his goofy grin and the glimmer of mischief in his eyes, he can turn an uneventful afternoon into a comedy show worthy of a standing ovation. He threw a handful of popcorn at me while I was distracted, and as I turned back in shock, wide-eyed and ready to retaliate, his laughter filled the room, infectious and bright. My heart did that little flutter it always did when he was around like a secret fluttering butterfly yearning to escape its cocoon.

"You can’t hit me! I’m too cute!" he teased, flashing his pearly whites and putting on a goofy pout for good measure. My heart melted a little more, and I stifled a laugh, half annoyed and half charmed. The truth was, I loved everything about him even his gleeful antics.

Life with Seokmin was a delightful whirlwind of unpredictability. No date was ever the same; every moment was a unique chapter in our love story, filled with laughter, spontaneous adventures, and sometimes even a sprinkle of chaos. One weekend, we decided to visit a karaoke bar omething that initially seemed perfectly innocent. Little did we know, the night would turn into a musical marathon that neither of us would forget.

I can still see us now, standing in that neon-lit room, a playlist of our favorite songs blaring in the background. The moment Seokmin took the mic to sing his rendition of a cheesy pop ballad, the crowd erupted in laughter. He whipped his hair dramatically, punctuating every high note with exaggerated dance moves. I could hardly breathe between my laughter and attempts to capture the moment on my phone. This was just another typical Seokmin moment, where he discarded all reservations in favor of pure, unfiltered joy.

“Maybe I should stick to being cute instead of a singer!” he joked, his voice cracking in the middle of the song. But then he flashed that charming smile, and I couldn’t help but adore him even more. He was, after all, the most endearing disaster I’d ever met.

After the karaoke escapade, while walking home under the glow of the dim streetlights, I felt an overwhelming fondness for him surge through me. He nestled my hand with his, fingers intertwining as if they were always meant to fit this way. I stole a glance his way, the way the streetlights danced in his warm brown eyes made me stop in my tracks. I took a deep breath, feeling the crisp night air wrap around us like a cozy blanket, and I said, “You know, you almost made me believe you were a pop star tonight.”

“Almost?” he shot back, feigning hurt but unable to hide the laughter bubbling within. “I’ll have you know, I was born to be a superstar!” The cheeky glint in his eye made me giggle, resonating with just how playful he always managed to be in every situation.

Days turned into weeks, our affectionate banter turning into a familiar melody, a rhythm I could get lost in forever. I adored our nights staying up late, dissecting our favorite movies, pretending to be critics while simultaneously racing to finish a tub of ice cream. Or those lazy Sundays spent on the couch, wrapped up in a sea of blankets, engulfed in laughter at his uncanny impressions of our favorite characters.

One such Sunday, with the sun cascading through our living room windows, I decided to challenge myself by making breakfast while he was still caught up in his dreams. I was quietly flipping pancakes when suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around me tightly. “Rise and shine! What’s cooking, good-looking?” Seokmin joked, his laughter stirring butterflies in my stomach.

In that moment, I mustered my courage, giving him a tease back. “Just the pancakes! You might want to stay out of the kitchen to avoid any catastrophic disasters.”

Alongside our goofy moments came quieter instances too. Moments of sincere affection when words weren’t needed. Lying side by side, I’d often find myself tracing the outlines of his fingers, seeking solace in his presence while he hummed softly to himself. Each note became a soothing balm to my soul, grounding me in a whirlwind life I didn’t know I needed.

It was these moments of simplicity that deepened my love for himfar beyond the laughter and never-ending jokes. They reminded me of how wonderfully complete I felt by simply being with him, how he scraped away the jagged edges of my day, leaving only smooth surfaces filled with affection.

Seokmin and I were a tornado of chaos, laughter, and love each moment with him painted our story vibrant colors. Our late-night drives filled with our off-key duets, our inside jokes, and our candid dreams entailed a romance I never could've anticipated, yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

And as I lie here, reminiscing about our unfolding romance, I realize how grateful I am for every silly, goofy, loud moment. With every laugh, with every silly argument over which movie to watch or who makes the better pancakes, my heart swells. In the end, love is not merely a category of seriousness it’s an intricate dance of hearts, a whimsical play of laughter. It’s those lovely moments the goofy, carefree, laughter-riddled days spent with Seokmin that truly weave the fabric of our love story. It was, and always will be, a masterpiece painted in joy.

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hierarchymin · 4 days ago

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Our time is running out (H.J & L.F)

characters: ghostfaceljisung & felix x fem! reader

warnings/synopsis: ghostface au, based off the scream franchise, halloween special, swearing, murder, manipulation

a/n: inspired by DEMIAN's cover of the song

"time is running out" feel free to listen while you read. please watch the performance as well, i highly recommend its so amazing!

second a/n: pls bare with me this was super rushed and all written today as its all the time I had to write, ik its probably boring but I hope at least someone enjoys it. also based off my current hyper fixation with the scream movies

11:46 pm, October 30th.

"hello?" she answered, wondering why someone was calling her landline, especially this late at night.

"wanna play a game?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.

"who is this?" she asked. "well who am I speaking to?" they asked back.

"i'm y/n, now who is this?" she asked before going to hang up. "hang up and i'll end you just like your father. the voice on the phone threatened.

she dropped the phone, grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" the voice said condescendingly.

"what do you want?" she said, tears brimming in her eyes. "i want you to suffer the way i did" they said, voice dripping with malice.

"i dont understand!" she yelled. "who are you?!" she asked. "the question isn't WHO am i, the question is WHERE am i" they said as she held the knife tightly, making sure all the doors were locked.

"too late, y/n. should have thought about my brother before you put him in jail" they said angrily. "w-what?" she paused, remembering her fathers murder, and the man she put behind bars for it.

"y-you're him..his younger brother" she said slowly. "thats right! you put my brother in jail y/ n, and now you're going to feel what i felt when i lost my brother. but i'll give you a choice" he said.

"w-what choice?" she said, the knife shaking in her hold. "you.. or your brother." he said carelessly as a light came on outside the patio door, revealing her brother tied up to a chair.

she covered her mouth, sobbing "please dont hurt him!" she screamed. "make the choice, y/n. you or him?" he said angrily. "if you dont choose i'll choose for you!" he yelled.

"please i'll do anything just dont hurt him!" she sobbed. "no choice means i choose" he said, coming out from behind the bush, standing behind her brother.

"no please!!" she screamed, banging on the door, unlocking it and running outside, another cloaked figure grabbing her, holding her back and covering her mouth as she dropped the phone.

she then realized there were two people behind this. "please dont hurt him" she said, her sobs muffled by the hand over her mouth. suddenly the first figure behind her brother slowly walked in front of the chair.

"no!!" she screamed but it was once again muffled as she watched the first figure repeatedly stab her brother, once done he turned around facing her, taking off his mask to reveal none other than han jisung, her fathers killer.

she sobbed as the hand removed itself from her mouth, she slowly turned around to see the figure behind her unmask himself. han felix, jisung's younger brother. she screamed as jisung stabbed her from behind, she ran to her brother but it was too late.

the ghostface duo ran as the sound of sirens started getting closer, leaving her there bleeding out next to her brother. no one knows where the boys went or where they are now, not even y/n herself. she just hopes they never come back.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! (repost from my old writing blog that I posted this as a Halloween special)

#Spotify #skz #stray kids #stay #skz angst #stray kids angst #angst #han jisung #lee felix #halloween #halloween special #scream #ghostface #hierarchymin

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kaleldobrev · 1 year ago

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My Hero (3)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: After having a successful girls day, Shell almost slips about reading the books to Sam. Meanwhile, Y/N and Dean have a conversation about something that Shell said.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing (2x), Fluff, Angst, Cliffhanger

Authors Note: Here's part 3 of my mini-series! I think that there's going to be one more part to this | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

My Hero Masterlist

As you were driving you turned to Shell who was still mindlessly looking out the window, tapping her finger along to the current song that was playing on the cassette: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin. Not listening to this cassette for a while, you had forgotten how many love songs Dean had actually put on here. “Hey, can you do me a favor?” You asked.

Shell turned to you. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you call Sam or Dean and ask them what they’re planning for dinner?” You asked. “I was thinking about just the two of us going out but I want to make sure my boys actually have a plan or they’re waiting on us.” You explained. “They have a habit of doing that a lot.”

Shell nodded. “Sure. I’ll call Sam. He’s my favorite.” She winked, getting out her phone and going through her contact list to find his name. Although there was a slightly joking tone to her comment about Sam being her favorite, in a really weird way...she actually wasn't. When it came to the Supernatural books, Sam was quote-on-quote her favorite character in the series (besides you of course, and obviously nothing against Dean). One of the reasons for him being her favorite was because she had felt that she had related to him the most, related to what he had went through – not wanting to go into the family business. Fortunately for her, her parents and you were extremely supportive of her decision of not wanting to be a hunter, when Shell had told you three, it was almost like there was a weird sigh of relief; unlike when Sam had told his father and Dean – which was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. "Hey Sam, it's Shell. I have a question for you."

"Shoot." Sam said.

"Y/N wants to know what you and Dean-O are doing for dinner." Shell said, the nickname rolling off her tongue like it was nothing.

Sam shrugged, despite knowing that neither you or Shell could see him. "I know I'll be fine. But Dean's the only one I'm unsure about." He said. “Mind if I call you back?"

"Why am I not surprised." Shell mumbled. "Sure thing." She said, before the two of them hung up. Shell turned to you once she placed her phone back in her lap. "Sam said he's gonna call me back."

You looked at your sister with slight surprise. "Why?"

"Sam said he needs to see what Dean wants to do." She explained. You let out a deep sigh. "What?"

"I don't know why Sam couldn't just put you on hold and walk down the hallway to mine and his bedroom to ask him what he wants to do for dinner. If I know Dean, and I like to think I do, very, very well, he's either watching a movie in our room or listening to music." As much as you loved these boys, you were amazed by the lack of common sense they had at times.

"So, before Sam calls back, what did you want to do for dinner? Cause I'm pretty sure Dean is going to want pizza." You said, the mixtape finally changing to something that wasn't a love song: Kashmir also by Led Zeppelin.

"I mean, I'm honestly fine with pizza if that's what Dean wants." You sister said, slightly shrugging. "I'm here for the whole summer, you and I have plenty of time to get dinner just the two of us. Especially if Sam and Dean decide to go on a hunt at some point during the summer."

"Yeah you're right." Your voice sounding just a tad sad, sadder than you had intended it to sound. "It's just...I don't know, I guess I'm just surprised that you'd be down for pizza with the gang versus just hanging out the two of us." Which was essentially the whole point of her coming here for the summer.

"I can text Sam and say that him and Dean are on their own. I don't think he minds." Shell unlocked her phone ready to text Sam.

"No, no. It's okay, honestly. Like you said, we have all summer. And even though you're an adult, I'm not just going to leave you by yourself and go hunting with Sam and Dean." You said.

"I wouldn't be alone. I'd be with Jack and Cas." Shell noted. Before you had the chance to comment, her phone had started to ring. "Oh, it's Sam." Her smile ever so gleeful. "Hey Sam. What's the verdict?"

"Dean wants pizza." Sam said, clearly on speakerphone now.

Shell turned to you. "You were right." She mouthed. "Y/N and I are fine with that."

"Mind if I order the usual?" Dean chimed in, Shell's face full of confusion. "It's everything on it."

"So, you like gross pizza?" Shell said, not even fazed by her comment. She couldn't see Dean's face on the other end, but you knew that he must of look offended. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not caring if Dean could hear you on the other end or not.

"How dare you." Dean said, his voice clearly sounding like he was offended. "You are so lucky I'm in love with your sister." He mumbled.

"Just get plain cheese babe." You said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear as for some reason your sister was refusing to have her phone on speaker phone.

You swear you could hear his eyeroll. "Fine. I'll get stupid just plain cheese."

"My poor baby." Your voice sarcastic.

"Order it whenever. We'll be home in less than 20 minutes." Shell interjected.

"Sounds good. See you guys soon." Sam said hanging up the phone.

"We're back guys!" Shell yelled almost singsong like once you closed the Bunker doors behind the both of you. "See you boys didn't burn the place down." She smirked.

"Ha ha." Dean rolled his eyes, putting his jacket on. "I'll be back. Gonna go get the plain cheese pizza." He made sure to enunciate the last three words. This attitude had made you and Shell roll your eyes. Placing his gun in his back pocket, Shell's eyes went wide.

"Why do you need to bring a gun with you to go and pick up a pizza?" She asked, sitting down at the War Room table.

"You can never be too careful." He smirked. "'Sides, bet you didn't even know your sister here had her gun on her the whole day." Dean turned to you, and you stood there chuckling nervously. Shell turned to face you like Dean was doing currently. "Tell me I'm wrong Sweetheart."

You reached into your purse and slowly pulled out your gun. "Like Dean said," You began, pulling your gun all the way out. "You can never be too careful." You winked at the two of them before putting your gun back into your purse. "Want some company picking up the pizza?" You asked turning to your boyfriend.

He smiled. "Always." He walked over to you, and gave you a quick peck on the lips; a simple gesture that had made you smile from ear to ear.

"Okay, we'll be back. Try not to kill each other while we're gone." You winked again, before you followed Dean out of the Bunker.

"So, what's it like living with those two 24/7? I mean, I got a little glimpse of it a few years back when you went to Hell and from –" Shell almost slipped, mentioning the books.

"From what?" Sam asked, curious.

"From...this week..." Shell hoped that she had managed to save herself from her slip up.

Sam looked at her, a little unsure of her response, but he decided to ignore it. "It's interesting to say the least." He started to explain. "I've been...I've been on the road with them for over a decade, something that I thought would never happen."

"I know what you mean." Shell said, understanding where he was coming from. As much as Shell knew that Sam had loved you and had loved Dean, he never thought that this was how his life was going to turn out. He had hoped that he would be living that white picket fence and apple pie life with Jessica.

"When I found out that Y/N started hunting with you...I was happy for you. Happy that...it wouldn't just be you and dad all the time." Was a line Sam had told Dean in Wendigo (if Shell had remembered correctly). Shell knew what he had meant by that line; there was a lot of different meanings behind it. In the words of Chuck: "Sam hoped that once they found their father, once they found Yellow-Eyes, that he would be able to go back to school, back to the life that he wanted despite the death of his true love. Sam was happy that Dean had found Y/N, because in a way, it was a comfort knowing that Dean wouldn't be or feel so alone."

"I'm glad that Y/N and Dean found each other I really do. But, hunting with three people is a lot different than hunting with two or by yourself." Shell knew exactly what he was talking about, at the same time, it was something that she never really considered.

"I always thought that it was better to have bigger numbers. You know, so everyone has each other's six." Shell said.

"Well...Yeah. But, when you're by yourself you have no one but you're the only one you have to worry about. When you have two, not only do you have to worry about yourself but you have to worry about your partner. With three people, you not only have to worry about yourself, but your other two partners as well." Sam explained.

"So me becoming one of your hunting partners is out of the cards uh?" Shell laughed to herself.

"I'm sure you'd be a great one Shell." Sam tried to reassure her.

"You don't have to humor me Sam." Shell smirked.

"You miss her." His comment seemingly coming out of nowhere, but Shell nodded in agreement. "She talks about you all the time, and she's insanely proud of you."

"She...She talks about me?" Shell asked, almost surprised to hear that. Sam nodded.

"Of course. You have no idea how proud she was when you told her you got accepted into medical school." Sam smiled, remembering the memory. "She told Dean and I how proud she was that you decided not to be in this life. That...you wanted to help people in a less dangerous way." He chuckled a little.

Hearing this had made Shell's heart melt. She knew how proud of her you were, but she never realized that you had actually bragged about it to Sam and Dean. Shell remembered when she had told you and your parents about how she had got accepted into medical school. Although she wasn't a fan of the books yet when she had told you guys, when she had become one, it was something that she was looking forward to reading about; but it was something that never had come up in the books. She wondered why Chuck decided to never include something like that. Then again, he did seem to be against wholesome moments.

Dinner went by without incident, without any kind of slip ups; something that Shell was happy about. During the day she knew that she had almost slipped up several times, but had managed to catch herself. She honestly had no idea how you, Sam, or Dean would react if she did mention something by accident. Well...she had a slight idea. You and the boys absolutely despised these books, and she could understand why. The pages were intimate in nature, private. Revealing things that shouldn't be revealed to the average person. Secrets that were meant to be kept solely between you and Dean, Sam and Dean, you and Sam, etc. Although the books weren't popular, these were secrets that had become fixture in the fandom.

There was a part of her that had wanted to venture further into the fandom, as there were countless numbers of fanfiction about the three of you or people adding themselves into the story. But that was a line Shell would never cross; the thought being too odd for her because you, Sam, and Dean weren't just characters in a book - you were real life people with feelings, emotions, personalities.

"So you and Shell had a good day?" Asked Dean, taking the towel that had been around his waist and currently using it to dry off his hair.

"Yeah, it was a really fun day." You said, fixing the blankets on the bed as to try and get comfortable as you talked to him; admiring his body a bit as he stood in front of you. "But...I don't know there was...something weird though." You said. "I'm probably overthinking."

Placing the towel on the back of the closet door, Dean walked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and put them on. "You're probably not overthinking." He assured you. "What was weird about it?" He asked, grabbing a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and putting it on before making his way to the bed.

"She said..." You huffed. "Have you ever told her that you and I considered bacon cheeseburgers to be better sex?"

Dean looked at you, and thought about it for a moment, trying to think about when he could have said that to Shell. "No...I don't think so." He said, shaking his head. "Why?"

"Well, when we were at the diner today, she mentioned that. And I don't know...It just seemed...Odd." You tried to explain.

"What made it odd?" He asked.

"It's odd because I know I've never said that to her, and you never said that to her. And I know for a fact that Sam, Cas, or Jack wouldn't say that." Especially Cas or Jack, you thought.

"Huh." Was all Dean said, raising a brow. "That's weird alright." He said, getting under the covers now. "She say anything else weird?"

"No. But, when we went to the bookstore today they had the fucking Supernatural books." Dean rolled his eyes. "And she didn't seem put off by them."

"Of course she wouldn't. She's not the main character." He said, putting air quotes around 'the main character.'

"I know but...She didn't seem...I don't know how to put this...She seemed...Like it didn't faze her to see it. Like, like she's seen them before." You explained.

"You never showed her the books right?" He asked.

"Oh fuck no!" You said almost too loudly.

"Weird." Dean stated.

"Weird is an understatement." You said.

"So should we like...talk to her?" He asked, unsure of what else to say.

"And say what?" You asked.

"Have you read the Supernatural books?" His question seemed so simple, and all you could do was just give him a disgusted look. "What?"

"That's not even what I'm implying." You stated.

"What are you implying then?" Dean asked. "Based on what you said, it sounds like you're assuming she's read the books. But, that bacon cheeseburger thing could have been said by anyone."

"Okay, who? Cause you and I are the only ones, and I mean, only ones that have ever said that. And she referenced specifically the two of us when she said it." You felt your blood pressure raising.

"You should have lead with that Sweetheart." Dean said, using the calmest voice you have ever heard him have. His calmness automatically making you calm.

You sighed. "I'll...I'll wait to see if she says anything else."

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