#be VERY SURE you're prepared before looking up head trauma scars

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Was working on my Tiso gijinka n drew this on the side lol

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Every Part of You

Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader A.N. - Alright, I've been asked to write about Bucky and Sunshine's first time many, many times. And the thing is, like sure, I could write that, but also I want us to take a moment to consider trying to build up to that. There's so many firsts buried in there that I think need to be navigated through before they even get there. This is one of those firsts. Like the first time you see Bucky's shoulder.

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"You're just- " You stop speaking, searching for his lips again. Though you're breathless, you can't bring yourself to pull away from him, "You're so pretty."

You shudder as you feel his hand slip under your sweater. The occasional graze of the cool metal on your skin enough to send shivers down your spine.

His lips trail down, nipping at your jaw, "I'm not pretty."

Your hands, winded in the hair at the nape of his neck, glide down his neck, to clutch the fabric of his henley. The moment he feels your fingers toy with the collar of his shirt, his heart hammers against his ribcage. Not in the sort of way that he usually feels in these moments with you. He feels a sense of dread, of panic. It wraps around his spine like a python. It feels like he can't breathe.

"You're so -"

He wrenches away from you, his chest heaving, "Stop, stop, stop."

You freeze, immediately dropping your hands. Panic starts creeping up your throat, coating your words. "Did I - did I do something wrong?"

He gulps, silently shaking his head. It takes him a moment to regain his composure, to regain the ability to speak clearly, "No, no, you're - you're perfect."

Guilt starts to eat at him. He can see you doing your very best to keep your own feelings off your face. He can see the sting of his rejection in the way your lips press together in a tight line. The embarrassment in the pallor of your once flushed cheeks.

You two have worked so hard to overcome your own personal issues and traumas, to build trust in each other, moments like these hadn't come easy. And he so callously pushed you away, it makes him feel worse. And what makes his heart ache even more, he sees nothing but concern for him shining in your eyes. You just look so worried for him.

Your hands rest in your lap. You twist and untwist your fingers. "If you don't want to, we don't - we don't have to do anything. I'm really sorry -"

"No, no, please don't be sorry." He reaches for you, gently squeezing your hand. It soothes him as much as it does you. "I want to. You don't know how much I want to."

"But?"

His eyes squeeze shut. He can't bring himself to meet your eyes. "You haven't seen it before - my arm, my shoulder."

"Oh."

He drops your hand. That feeling takes over him again. It feels like there's not enough air in the room. He slides away from you, closer to the edge of the tiny couch in your apartment. "It's - I am not pretty."

It breaks your heart, watching him pull away from you. You can only imagine how many people have turned away from him before. "James..."

He fervently shakes his head, refusing to open his eyes, "No, no, I know what you're gonna say, but it's bad. A lot worse than you're thinking."

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"It's bad," he insists. "I see it every day and I can barely - it's just bad, okay?"

You take his hand, squeezing it tightly. "It's okay if you don't want me to see it. I understand."

He finally opens his eyes again as his eyebrows pull together. He still doesn't meet your eye. "No, no, I want to - I trust you with this, I do. I just - I want you to be prepared."

In that moment, you realize that it's not really about preparing you. Not at all.

He thinks you're going to react badly. He thinks that this will make you turn away from him for the first time ever. He's worried that the love and adoration in your eyes will turn to disgust and repulsion.

It's less about preparing you for the scarred flesh, and more about warning you that he couldn't take a bad reaction. He's not sure he could take it if you turned away from him too.

"I love you," you promise him. "There's nothing that you could show me that would change that. I hope you know that."

There is no response to that. And you know that he won't believe it until he sees it. It takes him a moment. His hand toys with the hem of his shirt. His hand grips the hem, only to let it go.

"I love you," you remind him.

He takes a large gulp of air, pulling off his shirt with one quick movement.

You weren't really sure what you were expecting. You knew the story. You knew how Bucky lost his arm. He even confided the bits and pieces he remembered from getting his vibranium arm.

Your eyes trail over his skin. The shoulder is scarred, scars jut in every direction. Each scar is etched into his skin. It's clear it was a painful, violent experience for him. The metal plate protrudes from the scar tissue in a way that you're sure was painful when first placed. You look on with curiosity, you're not really sure how this, a sign of survival, a badge of resilience, could ever make anyone turn away from him.

He's as breathtaking as you could ever imagine.

Your eyes flicker up at him. He looks at the blank wall of your apartment, scared to watch your facial expressions as you take it in. "Can I?"

He nods, barely able to look you in the eyes. He sucks in a breath when your fingers make contact with the scar tissue surrounding the metal plate.

You immediately pull your fingers back, worried you've accidentally hurt him. "Does it hurt?"

"No," he answers reflexively.

You know he's lying. "I've seen you holding your shoulder before - holding it like it hurts."

"Sometimes," he amends. "The doctor said there's a lot of nerve damage. Things they can't fix."

"Does it hurt now?"

"No."

You run your hand over the plate, over his scars, down to his shoulder blade.

"Still think I'm pretty?" he sarcastically remarks.

You press a gentle kiss to his bare shoulder. "I'll always think you're pretty. Every part of you."

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nsfw alphabet : daryl dixon

ao3 link

character: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

warnings: | nsfw(obviously) | swearing | sexual details | mentions of daryl’s trauma | intentional lowercase | 18+ |

a/n: recently became obsessed with this man. there aren’t enough nsfw alphabets of him so enjoy :)

(not my gif or character)

A- aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

daryl thinks the aftercare is the best part of it all. it took a while to break down the habit of him just rolling over and falling asleep, but he got there eventually. he holds you and makes sure you're okay, cleaning you up if necessary. he lets you curl up into him, wanting to feel your warm breath on his skin. you listen to each other’s heartbeats, and drift into an exhausted sleep.

B- body part (their favorite part of both of your bodies)

daryl dixon loves every part of you. he doesn’t say that his favorite are your tits or ass, that’s something merle would say, and it just doesn’t sit right with him. instead, he thinks that your eyes are his favorite part of you. he likes that he can communicate with you just through the looks you give each other. he loves that he has to ask you to keep them open and look at him when he's making you feel too good to do so.

your favorite part of daryl are his thighs. big, strong, and sturdy; the perfect seat. his thigh can fit perfectly between your legs, holding your hips with his giant hands. his hands. you suppose that they could also be your favorite.

C- cum (anything to do with it)

since it’s the apocalypse, you and daryl decide that it’s better to be safe and not cum inside you. even though it takes every ounce of his control not to. he opts for pulling out and humming on your stomach instead. but you better prepare for when he finds condoms on a run because he will fuck you like it’s your last time together. which, hey, it could be.

D- dirty secret (self explanatory)

other than wanting to cum inside you, daryl really wants to fuck you alone in the woods, up against a tree. he knows it’s not very practical, especially with the dead walking around. he just can’t help but thinking how hot it would be for you to try and be quiet as not to draw in any walkers. 

E- experience (do they know what they’re doing)

most of daryl’s experience came from random drunk hookups that merle pressured him into before the world ended. it involved dramatic moans from the women, and daryl being too stuck in his head to remember anything else. he was open to you teaching him what felt good, and picked up on it fast. as a hunter, he has always been observant, and that doesn’t leave when it comes to your pleasure. he watched every expression, and hears every hitch in your breath to learn what makes you feel good. he asks if you're liking it, which sounds like sinful dirty talk to you.

F- favorite position (self explanatory)

it started out being doggie style, because he just couldn't bear for you to look at him or his scars. but with some gentle begging from you, he decided that he couldn't bear for you to not look at him. missionary is now his favorite, because he can still control the situation, and see the pleasure in your eyes at the same time.

G- goofy (how serious are they)

daryl is obviously very serious when it comes to the outside world, which doesn’t really change when it comes to the bedroom. since you managed to relax him and get him comfortable enough around you to break his walls down, he lets little laughs and smiles come through at your jokes, but not without jokingly telling you to stop.

H- hair grooming habits (how much hair do they have down there)

it is the apocalypse, so grooming isn’t necessarily the most important. the carpet matches the drapes. plus he doesn’t expect you to shave, so why should he? in fact, when you did shave one time, he freaked out and begged you to never do it again(unless you wanted to of course), which warranted a sigh of relief from you. he says that only bitches eat shaved pussy.

I- intimacy (romantic or rough/dirty)

it was always hard for daryl to bring out his romantic side, but he tries so hard for you. he grunts out praises and a little “love ya s’much” when he cums, letting you know that you’re the only one on his mind. 

J- jack off (how often do they masturbate)

literally never. it isn’t very convenient, and he never really has a high sex drive. when he does get turned on, it’s because you’re right there. no point in taking care of it himself when you're in front of him.

K- kinks (self explanatory)

daryl never got a chance to explore his kinky side before the apocalypse since most of his experience was with women who he didn’t trust or love. when he started to trust you in the bedroom(or where the apocalypse allows), you both started to experiment with what you are into.

  -size kink: he loves when you look so small compared to him

  -daddy kink: this one felt weird to him at first since you were younger than him, but he couldn’t help the twitch in his dick when you called him that while you were cumming (it is definitely used more after that)

L- location (where they like to get it on)

anywhere that is safe and gives you time to explore each others bodies is his favorite. still, the idea of fucking you in the woods sounds hot to him...

M- motivation (what turns them on)

anytime he sees you taking down walkers, or just overall being badass, he gets a little turned on. also when you look at him with your big doe eyes, he has to control himself from taking you in front of everyone.

N- no (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

daryl isn't into hurting you in any way, especially because of what he went through in his childhood. he sees it as somehow becoming like his father, and that is something that he hates. so big no on hurting you, even if he does think you're pretty when you cry.

O- oral (do they prefer receiving or giving)

one of daryl’s favorite sights is you on your knees for him, with tears streaming down your face as you try and fit all of him in your mouth. however, that sight can't compare to how you look when he’s between your thighs. he thinks he must've died and gone to heaven when he sees your breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. the little tugs on his hair and the praise from your lips makes him decide that he loves going down on you more than anything.

P- pace (do they prefer fast or slow)

when he’s had a long day or just wants to get some anger out, he wants to go fast and rough. usually he goes slow and deep, just to feel all of you for as long as he can.

Q- quickie (do they like them)

quickies have become a must in some cases, especially if you don't have much time because you're on a run, or you have to get a round in before the group wakes up. he always makes sure to make every time you're together special, no matter how short.

R- risk (do they like to try new things)

he’s never been a risky guy, but if you suggested something to try, he would consider. as long as he knows you're safe, he is down for anything.

S- stamina (how many times and how long each round)

even though he’s older than you, his stamina is immaculate. even if he’s tired, he knows how to make you cum enough to tire you out.

T- toys (do they like using them)

since most things gathered on runs get checked, toys aren't really a priority. if you’re with him on a run, you two might find one and use it, but you don't dare bring it home with you. daryl likes to pleasure you by himself anyway.

U- unfair (how often do they tease)

such a tease. when he’s feeling especially cocky, he likes to have complete control over you, which includes controlling your orgasm. he will edge you for what feels like an eternity, just because he loves hearing your pretty voice beg all pathetically. 

V- volume (how loud are they)

he adapted to being very quiet because most of the time you were together were around the group, or outside where walkers could hear. his grunts, moans, and dirty talk start coming through when the group finds safety, or when you are on runs in a safer place. he definitely starts going on runs with you just to fuck you and hear your moans.

W- wild card (anything random)

daryl had never been one for talking, but when his dick is deep inside your wet pussy, he can’t help but spout the dirty thoughts that come to his mind. whether it’s praise, degradation, or the occasional swear, he knows it works you up from how you whimper and clench around him.

X- x-ray (what’s going on down there)

long and thick, a couple of prominent veins, and a slight upward curve. this man walks like he has a big dick.

Y- yearning (sex-drive level)

very very low before he met you, but now he wants to fuck you every night if able.

Z- zzz (how fast do they fall asleep)

maybe it was his body adapting to living on the run, or never getting good sleep as a kid, but daryl takes ages to fall asleep. having your body next to him helps, and he starts to feel safe enough to let his guard down and sleep. however, he does wrap a protective arm around you just in case <3

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I've Got Your Back --- C.S. x D.G.

In which, Chris misbehaves and attempts to apologize. (Catharsis AU)

Trigger warnings: rlly kinky bdsm shiz and gay seggs, mention of murder attempt / blood, trauma response / hallucinations, angst, etc

Era: But Here We Are / present

Ooh, Shifty really fucked up this time! Dave was understandably angry at him. He'd attempted to kill the man. He didn't know why he wanted to --- he just did. And it left the frontman with a stab wound, burn scars, and so many lacerations...It haunted him to his very core. How was he going to apologize to his boss?

He needed help, so he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Tay, hey Tay? Taylor!" he called. His reflection soon turned to the form of the late Taylor Hawkins. "Yeah, buddy? Sup?" he asked. "We kinda messed up. We pretty much almost killed Dave, and I wanna say sorry to him ---"

"Well then, suck his dick,"

"Excuse me, WHAT?"

"Keep your voice down! But yeah, either that, or have some like, hot sex with him. Worked for me nine times out of ten!" Taylor then giggled. "What's so funny??" Chris barked. "Oh nothing, just the fact that you wanna be his lil' pet," the specter replied. "I --- I do not! W -- Where's your proof for that, huh??" Chris's confidence faltered.

"Need I remind you of your flashbacks, of your fantasies? Hm, how bout those times when the boys weren't home from school yet, and you let Cara peg you?"

"Shut up! Nobody's supposed to know! That was our secret! Plus, not like I liked it or anything ----"

"You did it several times. And digging through those memories specifically, you were wearing a collar? Of all things? Blindfolded a couple times, too? Oh man, this is rich! Now for the fantasies..."

"Okay, okay! I get it! I'll let him know. Just..stop digging in there. If you make me blurt out that I like it when my wife fucks me, I'll know! And I'll find a way to strangle you!" Chris hissed. Taylor ignored his demeanor, still giggly. "Good luck, Shifts." He said before disappearing.

Chris got out his phone and decided to text Dave. How should he do this? 'Hi, Dave, I just wanna apologize for being a snot. Can we have sex?' No, no! He's gotta want to set everything aside for him, and he's gotta give him better ass than Taylor.

Taylor, who was in the subconscious, scoffed in offense. Chris shook his head and typed, 'Swing by my room tonight. Wanna talk.' He hit send and waited nervously. A couple seconds passed, and he got an 'ok' in response. He sighed nervously and headed back to their hotel room, mentally preparing himself.

He sat there on the bed, opening the drawer on the nightstand. His collar. Usually, he reserved this for Cara, but tonight, it would be seeing some different action. It was red leather with small shiny gray spikes. Should he put it on? No, he should wait. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Coming!" he called. He opened the door, and Dave stood there in front of him. Sure, they only had a couple inches worth of height difference, but Dave looked a lot taller --- and much more scarier --- now that they were face to face. "Oh, uh...come in." Chris squeaked, smiling nervously. He then remembered...the collar! Right, that collar! Dave couldn't see it --- yet! But he didn't have time to hide it either...

Dave kept a straight expression, walking into the room. He sat on the bed, unaware of its presence and briefly glancing at his nails. He shot an expectant glare at the younger man. Gulp. He peered over the black plastic frames of his glasses. "So, you wanted to see me? Hurry up, I've gotta get some sleep. You're lucky I didn't ask Pat to bunk with you instead." He snapped.

"Dave, about the other night...I don't know what went through my head," He sighed, sitting next to him. How was he gonna deliver this? "I know it wasn't you, that you can't help it that this thing controls your body sometimes..."

"What about that illusion...where you were..him?" Dave asked. Silence. "I really can't say. I don't remember that. I only remember you passing out in the house. Your screaming," At that, Chris's vision got warped in some way --- he could only see Dave's blood on his hands. Not only on the palms --- but his whole hand --- coated in that red substance. A hauntingly shrill laugh echoed in his head.

He screamed and shut down, gripping clumps of hair tightly in his hands. His eyes held manic fear, his entire body shook with the force of a violent tremor. "OH GOD, THE BLOOD!!" he shrieked, finally bursting into tears. Dave flinched, his expression empathetic instead of infuriated. "Chris, Chris, it's okay, my body makes more! C'mon, if anything kills me, it'll be a heart attack, not you! You were just upset, I underst ---"

But his voice wasn't helping. In fact, it made things worse. He stood up suddenly, not even turning to face him as he spoke. "I'll be back. Gotta cool down in the bathroom real quick." He said shakily, darting into the bathroom and locking the door. Given past events, as soon as that click of the lock hit Dave's ears, he began to panic.

"No! Chris, you'd better not ---" As he went to get up, something landed on the floor next to him with a soft thump. "Huh?" He picked it up, and upon closer inspection, recognized the object and its purpose. He shuddered and quickly set it down on the nightstand.

He knew it wasn't his business, but he should ask. So he picked it back up, holding it daintily in between his fingers like a claw. He approached the bathroom door and knocked. Chris jumped from the sudden noise and backed away from the door. He backed up until he was right against the edge of the tub.

When he looked over his shoulder, it was filled to the brim with blood. A creature, coated in red, began to rise from it. "ALL YOUR FAULT, ALL YOUR FAULT!!" It accused in a raspy, demonic tone. It threatened to breach containment. If it did, it would surely find its way out of here and towards the frontman, mauling him with razor sharp claws. Then, when he was dead, the other four were next. He knew how this went.

He had to protect Dave, at all costs. "Don't come in here!"

"Shifty, I just want to know what the hell's going on!! Let me in!"

"No, it wants you, I won't let it!!"

"Let what?? Chris, you're worrying me!! Let me in!"

"No, I won't let you! It's not safe!!!" With those words, this humanoid with only a top half chose a new target: him. He went to scream, but couldn't. No sounds came from him. In reality, he was letting out the most shrillest, bone-chilling, loudest scream Dave had ever heard.

Even louder than he could manage! "THAT'S IT, I'M FUCKING COMING IN THERE!!" he declared. Chris backed into the other side of the door. "No, you're not!!" He protested through tears. He was gonna die, right here, in his hotel room. Just like Taylor. He was doomed.

Or so he thought. Dave had managed to go at light speed down to the main floor of the hotel and demanded a bathroom key. He knew that Shiflett was in danger. After obtaining it, he jammed it into the lock and kicked the door open.

Chris went flying face-first into the wall, followed by a groan of pain. He slid down and laid there. Dave looked around. The only noises he could hear were Chris's soft wails and the faint buzz of an overhead light. Nothing except the usual in sight.

"DAVE IS GONNA PAY...PAY US BACK ONE DAY FOR OUR PAIN!!" the creature rasped, dissolving into a pool of blood. Then that disappeared, too. The brunet had run out of tears to cry at this point, reduced to a ball of sniffles and whines. Dave sighed in relief and briefly scanned over him. No physical evidence of harm was present on his body. But weary eyes, still on the verge of tears, gradually made contact with his own.

He knelt down, gently scooping the guitarist up and into his arms. At that moment, the door to the room swung open. There, stood the rest of the band, obviously concerned. Dave stepped out of the bathroom and kept Chris cradled in his arms. "What's going on in here??" Nate finally spoke, "Is anyone hurt or dying??"

Dave shook his head solemnly. "No. Chris just had an...episode, is all," he explained, setting the collar down gently on the sink. "He needs...rest. He doesn't need all these people right now. I'm all he's got for the moment." At that, the younger boy dug his nails into his muscular arms. Dave clenched his jaw, but said nothing.

"Please just go. I've got this. Thank you, though. I'm sure he appreciates the concern." As Pat went to protest, the demon briefly took over. "I SAID GO!" it boomed. This caused a forceful wind that blew everyone back a bit. "Okay, okay! We're leaving!" Nate said in surrender.

Everyone left, Josh closing the door behind him. Chris began crying again, the demon's voice scaring him. It realized this and relinquished control. Dave sighed and gently ran a hand through the boy's hair. He began humming softly, slowly stepping over to the bed. He sat down and kept humming the tune.

He knew that his bandmate knew it well --- Sweet Child O' Mine. One of the first songs he ever learned. Slowly but surely, Chris started to calm down. Within no time flat, his tears subsided. Instead of just saying a simple 'Thanks, Dave,' he made a bold move. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to Dave's.

"Shifty? What're you ---?" Gently cupping the side of his face, Chris kissed him. He quickly realized his mistake, however, and pulled away. "I'm s - sorry, man, dunno what came over me." He said profusely. He looked away in shame. But the frontman gently tilted his head back towards him.

He kissed him gently yet lovingly. "Don't be," he spoke in the kiss, "I liked it." He pulled away. "Room service sound good to ya?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Champagne,"

"I agree. Doordash KFC?"

"You read my mind, Shifty!"

About an hour-and-a-half later, Chris was beginning to get tipsy from the alcohol they were consuming. "Hey, Dave," he slurred, "Truth or dare?" Dave thought a moment, pondering his answer. "Truth!" he finally answered. Chris shook his head. "Is it true that you and T were getting...like, sexy every damn night?"

"Well, not every night. Depended on how we felt. Your turn, Chris: truth or dare?"

"Truth,"

Dave held up the collar. "Is this yours, and do you have a thing for this dynamic?" Normally, the intoxicated guitarist would deny it, but he was so drunk right now that he didn't care to lie. "Yeah, and yeah. Cara makes me...put it on sometimes when she fucks me in..in the ass." He replied.

Dave's eyes went wide and he put a hand over his mouth. "Kay, truth or dare, Davey?"

"Hmm...how about a dare?? Fuckin bring it!"

"I dare you to fuck me like the slut I fuckin am."

Dave froze. What kind of dare was that?? But rules were rules, he had to do it. "Chris, you sure about this? You're pretty drunk." He protested. "Yeah, I'm sure. Now c'mon, fuck me." He clumsily climbed up into his lap, loosely wrapping his legs around his waist. "Pretty please?" he begged.

Dave did an experimental tug on a strand of Chris's brown hair. It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't too harsh, either. Chris grunted in response and kept gazing at him lustfully. "Dare ya to make out with me." Dave challenged. The guitarist shrugged, smashing their lips together.

They made out for several minutes before the frontman fell back on his back and brought the male with him. Chris pulled away, panting softly for air. "I dare you, good sir, to call me your pet, and absolutely fucking rail me." He slurred.

Taylor's ghost appeared by the bed, he and Dave both saying, "Damn!" simultaneously. He unclasped the collar and reattached it to Chris's neck. Once it was on, Chris leaned back a little, appearing somewhat taller and more confident.

Dave got an idea. He grinned mischievously. "Chris, I dare you to strip. And don't just strip --- put on a whole fucking show." He challenged. Chris shrugged. "As you wish." he replied, getting off of him completely. He took his phone out of his pocket, selected his choice of tunes, and set it back down.

"Don't tell me that you're actually going to do this..." Taylor sighed. "Fine then, I won't." Chris shot back with a chuckle. "Oh fuck you!" The blond specter turned around, facing away from him. But he still dared to look out the corner of his eye.

Then it started. The show. Chris slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off just as slow afterwards. Despite his older age and slower metabolism, he didn't look half bad. "Yuck!" Taylor gagged, feigning disgust. But he did secretly enjoy his host getting naked.

Whoa there, he can't think like that! Cut that out! He briefly glanced back over to his host, who was in the process of unbuckling and removing his belt. He then looked away. Eventually, he was almost completely bare, save for his boxers and socks.

As he went to remove those, however, Dave stopped him. "That's good enough for now. C'mere," he invited, arms wide open. Chris crawled back up on the bed, then on top of Dave. He purred softly and Taylor held back what would've been vomit. But it was his idea, though...so he'd punish himself by making himself watch.

Punishment. Forced to watch. That triggered a certain memory in Hawkins's brain.

2015. Taylor deliberately disobeyed him to see what would happen. He had that challenging flame in his eyes, and he had an even stronger one in his heart. Dave frowned and shook his head as they walked back to the dressing room. "Taylor, you dirty whore." He spat. He slapped the drummer across the face and then kissed him passionately as an apology.

"What can I say? 'M already a sweaty, stinky boy. Might as well be a dirty one, too." he replied. The flashback skimmed ahead to Hawkins on his knees. "I told you not to touch yourself while you wait, but like the little snot you are, you did! Now you're going to watch while I get off...with no help from you."

Taylor whimpered but nodded, understanding that this punishment was deserved. Dave started rubbing it out, his grunts only torturing the blond. Soon enough, he came right on his face. The boy was initially frozen in shock, but Dave tilted his head up and kissed it gently. "There's my pretty dirty whore." He cooed with a malicious grin. Taylor smiled lazily, going about cleaning himself up.

Back to present day reality, and he chooses to completely turn to face them. He'd come to regret it. "Now do you have a thing for degradation or praise? Cause I don't want to use the wrong one..." Dave began, trailing off. "Either or," Chris hummed, "Switching between the two really drives me up the fuckin' wall."

Taylor could somehow feel himself begin to blush. Which was odd, considering that he hadn't blushed in a long time. Dave flipped them over, earning a squeak from the shorter boy. "Hey wait a second...why are you still fully clothed? Shouldn't you be naked?" he asked.

He was met with a harsh tug to his hair. "I do whatever I want, whenever I want!" Dave spat. "Yes, master." Chris said through gritted teeth. The older man suddenly let go and started laughing. "What'd you just call me??" he inquired in between laughs.

"Fuckin'...I called you master, didn't I? Shit, I'm sorry, I guess it's a force of habit with my wife." Chris profusely apologized. "No, no, Shifty, you're all good. Say, what else does she do?"

"Ties my wrists, blindfolds me, and sometimes she gags me."

"Kinky. One moment." He got out of bed, grabbing a towel. "Lemme see those wrists!" He hummed in a sing-song voice. Chris offered his hands out to him. Dave wrapped the towel around his wrists.

Chris tried the makeshift restraint. Tight, but loose enough for him to escape if he had the chance. Dave took a swift notice to the glittering silvery tag dangling from the collar. He lifted the tag to read it. He shook his head and grinned devilishly. "Hmm, 'Mommy's Little fuck toy,' huh?" he teased.

Chris nodded. "She likes when I beg and call her mommy. Got me this for my birthday," His boxers got tight and his cock throbbed. Too used to his wife's rough touch, he pleaded, "Mommy, please. Been good." Dave slapped him in the face. "I'm not your damn mother." He snapped.

Chris whined softly. "I'm sorry, master. Master, please?? I just need the relief from your big cock...fuckin' plow me into this mattress, break it, even! Master, I'll be good!" he begged. Taylor cringed. When Chris was dedicated, he was fucking dedicated.

Silence filled the room. All that could be heard were the boy's soft whimpers. "Since you begged like a good little bitch, I think I fuckin' will." Dave spat. He pulled down Chris's underwear, just enough to expose his bare ass. He then spanked him harshly, with enough force to sting.

But the boy still arched his back, grunting softly. When he arched, he humped the bed a little. Dave chuckled, repeating his previous action. Chris did it again. "Like that, lil slut?" He hissed. The latter nods, whimpering. If his hands were free, he'd start beating it right here.

The frontman got completely naked, proceeding to kiss a trail up and down his spine. His hands caressed his legs gently, before spanking him another time. "Knees!" he barked. "Yes, master." Chris mumbled, positioning himself. "Finger yourself. Stretch yourself out while I get a condom. But don't come. Can you do it?"

"Yes, master." With that, his partner untied his wrists. The brunet reached behind him and put a finger in his hole. He tensed but then relaxed. He coaxed it back in and out, beginning to speed up. He found the courage to add his middle finger and choked on a moan. He'd found it. That special spot.

His eyes rolled back in his head. Taylor bit his lip. He could somehow feel as horny as his host, and felt a desire to relieve himself. Then he dared himself something that he hadn't done before: he'd come when Chris did. Dave noticed that his pet was having a bit too much fun on his own, so he yanked his hand out.

Chris stopped, panting and blushing red. "Aren't you dirty?" Dave taunted. The younger man nodded, going back to whimpering. "This'll hurt, Shifty." he warned. After a moment, he finally started burying himself in him. Oh, it burned, but he loved the burn. "Go." He finally said.

Dave began thrusting in him roughly. Skin slapped on skin from the force. "A-ah!" Chris groaned, tightly gripping the sheets. "Fuck, harder!" he encouraged. Taylor couldn't help himself and started beating it. Sometimes, he wished that he was still alive so that he could join in.

"Who barks the orders around here?" Dave snapped, yanking on his hair harshly. Chris hissed in pain. "You, Dave, fuck...you do!" he replied desperately. He was chasing that high, vision blurring as tears rolled down his face. But these weren't tears of sadness or pain --- no --- these were tears of joy.

"Good slut." Dave spat, his thrusts becoming erratic. He let go of Chris's hair, opting to tightly grip his shoulders instead. He let out what was arguably the most guttural noise Chris had ever heard in twenty-five years. He'd come. He pulled out and kissed the back of his shoulder.

When Chris kept whimpering, Dave got confused. Then it hit him. He facepalmed and chuckled nervously. "Okay, Shifty, you can do it now." He said softly. The boy again looked for permission. Dave gave him a nod. With that, Chris jerked off to the point that he released onto the sheets.

He was so dazed that he couldn't moan, just choking them back. Taylor finally finished as well and frowned. Oh yeah, ectoplasm. And all over the floor, too. Gross! He'd have to clean that up. Before everyone could gather their thoughts, Chris piped up, "Round number two?"

Dave was shocked. He only usually lasted just one round and was done. But Shifty? Apparently he wasn't. "Shifts, I'd love to pound ya, but I can't. I don't have the drive I used to,"

"What if I rode you then? That way, you're not doing all the work ---- I am. Sound good?" Chris asked half-playfully. Well, Dave couldn't refuse that.. "Ah fuck, why the hell not?" he chuckled. He threw out the used condom and went to grab a new one. But a hand on his wrist stopped him from doing so.

"Huh?" He looked up at Chris and stopped. The guitarist's eyes looked three shades darker as he spoke. "No, no, Dave. You're gonna fill me up like a good pet." he purred lowly. Dave blushed. "Yeah, okay, that's cool..." he stuttered. With a grin the blue-eyed male crawled over to him and straddled. "Ready?" Chris asked.

The frontman gulped and blushed a darker shade. "Y-Yeah, Shifty, go ahead." Chris could feel himself sobering up a bit. He growled in frustration, wanting the combination of booze and sex that left him with a feeling of enhanced ecstasy. He put a finger up, signaling that he needed a minute.

He grabbed some leftover champagne, chugging what was left of it. Which wasn't that much, but it was enough to keep him buzzed. He went to put it back down, taking several tries to accomplish that. Once he did, he turned back to Dave. He noticed that his partner wasn't as erect as he was and sought to fix that.

He looked to Taylor, who was a bit hesitant. But he knew how to suck dick, and Chris did not. So the blond possessed him and got down. He went to work sucking his former boss off. Dave's body stiffened, back arching up a bit. "Ho, Chris," he commented shakily, "I didn't know you...ah, knew how to give a fuckin' blow job."

Taylor knew his job was done. Now it was his host's turn. When Dave wasn't looking, he switched control to Chris. "Fucking ready, Grohl?" he teased. "You bet, and I will be rating you." He replied cockily. "I won't stop until I get five stars." The brunet purred.

With that, he lined himself up with Dave's cock and sank down. Both men grunted and looked into each other's eyes. They shared a tender yet passionate kiss before Chris sat back up and began riding him. Dave groaned, bringing his hands up to hold on to his lover's waist. He dug his nails into his back, raking them down soon after.

Shifty hissed in pain but kept going. He bounced up and down on the dick, deciding at one point to dismount and remount. He did this several times, loving each time. "Gonna...fuck! Gonna cum, Dave. So close." He warned. "M-me too..." Dave stuttered.

[tighnarly]

my love! can i get shigaraki for “You’re just as beautiful as the first time we met” please and thank you <33

Of course darling anthing for you!!!

Shigaraki X Reader

Warnings: Burns, scarring, death, suggestive talking, fluff, self degrading talk, comfort

Most people would never expect to be attached to needles and handcuffs mere hours after their wedding. Even less would picture their wedding getting ambushed heroes all desperate to get their hands on your husband. But alas, these are just some of the things you have to go through when you're husband of four hours is the world famous and feared, Tomura Shigaraki.

The wedding itself was small and rowdy, just you, Shiggy, the League, and the minister Dabi kidnapped as his wedding gift to you. Things went smoothly up until just after the "I dos". As soon as Tomura began to lean down to deliver your first kiss as lawfully (or as lawfully as being a villain could get you) wedded spouses, a group of Endeavor's sidekicks busted in.

Of course they thought it was a minor criminal break in so when they barged in and saw the League they were a little overwhelmed but that didn't stop them from trying to win and get the upper hand. The fight was quick and didn't end in a clear win-lose situation however the sidekick Burnin, did manage to hit you square in the eye causing a nasty burn and in the shock of your pain, she managed to capture you before the heroes decided to flee, knowing they were outmatched.

Of course the heroes wouldn't leave you to completely suffer, they were supposedly the good guys and all, so they did take you to the hospital to treat your injury, they just made sure that they had you under constant surveillance, they had a guard watching your every move. The guard this shift just so happened to be the very woman who put you in the bed.

"You know the least you could do is apologize, not only did you ruin my wedding but you permanently scared me, how is my husband supposed to look at me now? Let alone, love me?" You snapped at Burnin, straining and trying to flee from your cuffs to get to the neck of the girl who tarnished what was supposed to be the best day of your life.

"Now y/n, you know that you're just as beautiful as the first time we met," you whip your head around to the beautiful sound of your husband's voice, coming from the room's door as it disintegrates under his touch.

"Shiggy! You came for me!!"

"Shigaraki, how did you get in here?" Burnin exclaims, already preparing herself to fight.

"Tsk, as if if you could ever keep me away from y/n" Tomura leaps at Burnin, hands first, no remorse or hesitation. He takes care of her easily, leaving nothing but a pile ashes where she had once been. It's over in seconds. Shigaraki then makes quick work of the railing of the bed you are handcuffed to .

"Hey little player two, did you really think you could escape our vows that easily?" Shiggy teases as he leans down couple centimeters away from your face, his cool breath brushing against your new burn.

"Hmph as if I would ever want to be away from you, you're the one that's going to leave me now that I have this stupid scar, I just look like Endeavors latest trauma child." You pout at him, tears welling in your eyes at the thought.

"Shut up with that kind of talk already, what I said is true you really are just as beautiful as the day I met you, now stop with the self degrading bullshit, it's annoying and I won't take that NCP kind of talk coming from MY player two," Tomura says all this as he grabs you by the chin, one finger up, forcing you to look him in the eye. "Now the matter of our first kisses as a betrothed couple needs to be fixed." Tomura pulls you into an Earth melting kiss, making you forget your new scar and the hospital monitors beeping around you.

You only remember where you are and what happened when you lift your arms to cup his face and feel the weight of the handcuffs still on your wrist. You pull away from Shiggy and look curiously at the cuffs.

"Uhh babe, could you get rid of these cuffs too? Why did you get rid of the railing and not just the cuffs?"

"Oh sweet player, I've got plans for our honeymoon and they start with you in those cuffs." Shiggy smirks at you as you blush, rushing out of the hospital bed and dragging Shigaraki out of the hospital and into the rest of your lives together.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E3; Chapter Three, The Case Of The Missing Lifeguard - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘌𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘋&𝘋. 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦.

📝: guys.... he's finally here 🧙🏻🔮 you'll never believe me but when typing out the "day free of girls" line i literally typed "a day full of girls" on accident and I lost it.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Holy shit, I can't believe we're really doing this."

Max caps the magic marker pen and flips the last name card around, the three friends grinning down at their work before them. Together, Y/n, El, and Max had gathered enough scraps to make a roulette wheel of sorts made up of a piece of cardboard, drawing paper, and an old Coke bottle. In other words, the decider of El's next trip to the void.

Max tosses the pen back on the bed and Y/n manages to fix the glass bottle before it rolled off the cardboard. Her back dug into the wall where she sat next to El but all she could feel was excitement. That and the terrible sinking feeling she had been ignoring all night.

"Ready?" Max asks.

"Ready."

"Remember, you don't have to do this, okay?"

El cocks her head to the side and smiles at Y/n.

"Y/n. I'm okay."

That feeling grew worse with the anxiety bubbling in her stomach. But the look in El's eyes was gentle enough to quell the fears. It was stupid to be worrying. Wasn't it?

"I know, I just mean we're not gonna make you do anything you don't want to do," she looks at Max and she nods.

"Totally," she agrees.

El can't contain the warm smile stretching across her cheeks, and any previous feelings towards the void and going in solidified. She knew before this moment she could trust her friends as she went back in. But it was reassuring to know they were still looking out for her, making sure she felt safe.

"It's okay. I want to,"

Y/n's smile returns and she nods, signaling El to spin the bottle. It twirls with a muted clatter before landing on its first name.

"Mr. Wheeler," the three of them read aloud.

Y/n makes another face at the card and Max scoffs.

"Blech, boring,"

"Yeah," El chuckles, looking to Max. "Boring,"

"Spin again," she encourages.

El reaches for the bottle, a small frown forming as she looks between them.

"Against the rules?"

"We make our own rules," Y/n says simply.

El's cheeks were beginning to hurt from all this smiling.

Nevertheless, she reaches for the bottle, winding it back before spinning it full force. Their eyes are trained patiently on the glass, watching as the glass nozzle slows over,

-"Billy,"

Y/n feels another stone sink to the pit of her stomach like a skipped rock. Unsure, she sends a look to Max who is looking less than thrilled. The redhead scoffs as Y/n rises from the bed to retrieve the radio. After nearly a year of friendship with Max, Y/n had learned more or less what to expect with her best friend's stepbrother, but she also knew not to rule out any surprises. Part of her, a small part she apparently shared with Max, was scared they were sending El into a sure moment of trauma.

She just didn't realize what kind in that moment.

"Okay, look," Max warned, as Y/n made her way back to the bed and began fiddling with the radio. "I should just warn you if he's with a girl or doing something gross just get out of there right away before you're scarred for life,"

"Max," El warned playfully, taking the headband Max had nearby.

"I'm just saying, he's really gross,"

"Max!" El laughed.

"Okay," She chuckled, readjusting herself on the bed. "Shutting up now,"

Y/n manages to find the correct station just as El hooks the headband over her eyes again.

A silence falls over the room. Any muffled voices from the TV Hopper was watching in the other room were drowned out in the static seeping into the air. Y/n and Max watched carefully as the girl's shoulders rise and fall in a deep breath.

When El arrived, she immediately felt cold.

She had developed a sense of time in this place long ago, and she knew her getting here — finding Billy — didn't take long, but it wasn't as fast as it had been when she looked for the boys.

When El arrived... everything felt wrong.

First of all, Billy wasn't anywhere in sight. Not right away.

All that was waiting for her was a car, just feet to her right. The headlights were on, bright yellow beams shining over her legs, staring at her like eyes as it sat watching her in the dark.

El tries to ignore the beating of her heart in her ears as she inches closer to investigate. She tries to ignore the growing urge to turn tail and run. To ignore her instincts completely, leave the void and tell Y/n and Max she was sorry.

But she didn't. She crept closer and closer to the only clue she was given and found her unease growing.

Festering.

The glass of the windshield was hopelessly cracked, dented in like something had hit it. Hard. And when she crept even closer, it was confirmed to her the car was empty. Even more curious, the trunk was open.

El grew closer to the trunk, but before she could investigate further the sounds of fearful whimpers finally reached her ears. It deepened her frown and pulled her eyes deeper into the void. That's when she saw it.

She could barely make him out, he was so far away but it was him.

Billy.

"I found him,"

"What's he doing?" Max asks, sounding as unsure as Y/n felt.

Neither of them liked the look forming on El's face under the headband. She looked worried, and when she finally spoke she sounded it too.

She sounded scared.

"I don't know,"

Everything had become harder to make out. Every step she took to close the distance between her and Billy made the connection worse.

Like something was blocking her.

Whatever it is, it isn't strong enough to block out Billy's coarse and hollow voice.

"Don't be afraid."

"He's... on the floor,"

His back is to El, knelt over the floor. His dark gray tank and jeans nearly working to blend him into the darkness he's hiding in. He was nowhere near even a scrap of light, undoubtedly the reason it took her this long to spot him.

His voice is as chilling as whatever atmosphere she had just stepped into. She was in the comfort of her own home, surrounded by those she trusted to pull her out but it was not enough.

Against Billy's words to this stranger, she felt afraid. Nor did she believe the next words to leave his mouth.

"It'll be over soon."

"talking to someone."

The whimpers grew louder and more frequent. Whoever this girl was, she was crying.

Nothing about this trip made her want to get closer, but El continued on. She was determined now, despite the suffocating fear. She was worried for this girl.

El could barely see her. She too was cloaked in darkness. And she was also obscured from behind Billy's figure.

"Just stay very still,"

El's lungs felt like they were flooding. Her legs turned to led, slowly bringing her to a stop just a few steps behind Billy. Tears had crept into her eyes by the time he rose to his feet, his broad shoulders meeting her eye level.

Her instincts were screaming inside her like an alarm; bright, violent flashes of fear growing more rapid by the second until—

You.

El flinched as he whipped around to face her, sunken, darkened eyes widening as they piercing her own. He had not uttered a word to her but she still heard it. A force so strong and revolted — so concentrated — she could feel the thought in her bones.

You.

He could see her.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

She's too shocked to do anything. Too afraid. But she wasn't prepared to let that stop her. Heather was going to do something, she had to. She would.

But that all died when Billy suddenly stood up, looking almost disinterested in her as an eery, unnatural sound reverberates throughout the darkness before her. Slowly, her head turns to face the dark abyss when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.

His face is as hard as stone though his eyes hold a flicker of struggle and pain when it all unfolds. Heather may be the only one in binding, but she is not the only one who is trapped. There is nothing at all Billy can do but watch as the large and bloodied mass of flesh stomps forward from the shadows, ready to feast.

Neither is there anything to do to stop the sudden plunge of a million icy daggers into his system as his head is jerked around. His senses had suddenly been dialed up to twenty in the blink of an eye, the skin over the back of his neck tightening when it senses her.

Heather's bloodcurdling screams swallow the silence as his stomach plummets two more stories.

It was the girl.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The headband is torn suddenly from El's tremoring body, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gulps down shaky breaths of air.

"What is it?"

"El, what's wrong?"

El feels a warm hand gently graze her own, and while it does wonders in putting the icy chill to bed it's not enough to banish the fear flooding her lungs.

It takes great effort for her to meet her friend's watery eyes, but when she does, it's impossible to ignore the grave look El casts over Y/n.

"El?"

||𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"You sure you don't mind me leaving?" I ask as I stand to collect my papers.

Y/n smiles at me from where I left her on my couch, surrounded by notebooks and dice.

"Of course not," She says, sitting up to help gather our things. "You know if El called me up, you wouldn't let me miss out either. Besides, I've been meaning to see Max."

How was she so understanding?

"Thanks," I grin. "We're still on for tonight though, right?"

She grabbed my face again and pulled me in for a kiss. I nearly forgot to breathe until she broke away, smiling warmly at me.

"Wouldn't miss it,"

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

I stare down at the gameboard, my eyes trailing over my notes. They were littered with Y/n's annotations and doodles in red ink, giving me the encouragement I need.

She should be here.

She worked just as hard as I did to make this happen, she should be here to see it.

"If Mike says he wants to hang out, just the guys, I say run," she told me. "Someone should get to see this campaign. I'm okay with missing out if that's what it takes."

I gave her a look, testing her own words. But she seemed sure. I could tell with just one look, she wasn't giving up.

"It sounds like Mike needs you, anyway," Y/n broke out in a grin and handed me my papers. "And who better to solve any problem than Will the Wise?"

I thumb her notes and I can feel the indents of the pen made on the paper by her handwriting. Down in the corner of the page, I notice something I hadn't before. It was a hasty doodle of Y/C/N looking up at me next to the words, 'Safe Travels to Kuzaton, Sir Will!' And then a smaller, cruder doodle of Y/C/N holding a fireball in her hand as she winked. 'PS. Inform me if your companions are in need of a little persuasion'

I laughed, remembering her promise in Castle Byers. Carefully, I tear the page out and fold it into my pocket for safekeeping before looking up at my friends.

They were still passed out; Lucas was on the floor, Mike on the couch, with a can of Coke still in his hand.

I sigh, trying my best to hold onto the encouragement Y/n had given me. But I couldn't go off of it forever. Of course she was going to support me, she always has.

Just like they used to.

And now everything was a mess. I try to let go of the anger but it's sticking to me like sap; I can't just brush it off. They had been ignoring me all summer. And before that, I wasn't myself because of what happened the year before. It's the first time I realize the last time we were all like this was before the Upside Down. Now that everything had settled down, and El and Max have been around, Dustin's isn't even here and everyone else is too caught up in each other.

Y/n was the only one to notice me. And now, even she's not here.

I actually begin to consider her offer but I shake the thought away. I can't run to her, even if she could kick their asses. This was between them and me.

They just forgot what they're missing.

I rise from my seat and feeling rather brave, I turn the volume up on the boom box before pressing play.

The tavern music blasts throughout the basement and Mike and Lucas jump awake.

"What are you doing?" Lucas says, peering up at me as he squints against the lights.

"Yeah, Will, can you turn down the music?" Mike cries.

"Please address me by my full name," I declare.

I refuse to go meet their eye, showing them I wasn't going to let them walk all over me anymore.

"What?"

I slam the staff into the ground, glaring at Mike. "My full name!"

"Oh, god, okay," Mike sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Will the Wise, can you please turn down the music?"

"That is not music. That is the sound of destiny! I have seen into the future and I have seen that today is a new day. A day... free of girls!"

"What is happening right now?" Lucas asks, his eyes still stuck shut.

"Will, come on," Mike groans.

Ignoring him, I dip down to the board, admiring the work that had taken so long.

"A tribe of villagers are under threat from an evil force from the swamps of Kuzaton,"

"Will, it's so early,"

I glare at him, slowly rising.

"Is it?" I ask. "Is it early, Michael? Tell that to the villagers crying for your help. Children so frightened they cannot sleep. Are you truly going to let them perish? Or are you going to come to their rescue and become the heroes you were always meant to be?"

Lucas, who had been blinking through sleep my entire speech, peers up at me as he raises his hand.

"Can I at least take a shower first?"

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

The clouds above our heads were growling with thunder, threatening a heavy storm as the three of us made our way to Max's house to investigate Billy.

"It's gonna start pouring soon," Max says, voicing my thoughts. "We should be at the mall, or watching a movie or something,"

Poor El. It had taken so long to calm her down last night. And it took promising her we'd go check out it later today. So here were are. Traveling up Cherry through the hot, muggy air, and a bad feeling still in my gut.

"You guys don't believe me?" El asks, growing sad.

I shared a worried look with Max before both of us nod our heads quickly.

"Of course we do!"

"And we're sure you saw some super weird stuff, totally," Max continues. "We're just a little confused. I mean, did you really contact Y/n through there once?"

El didn't seem as receptive as she had been, and I jumped in, nodding. "Yeah, last year when everything was going on with Will and Dart. Granted, I thought had I had been dreaming at first but I put the pieces together. Plus, El, didn't you say Mike has sensed you before?

El, who had been thoughtfully watching her feet as she walked, gears turning in her brain, suddenly looked up at me with a strange look in her eye.

"How did you?"

"How did I what?"

"Put your pieces together?"

I thought the question was strange, as I still don't understand what this has to do with Billy but I answered anyway.

"I don't know, I," I shook my head, feeling a thoughtful frown forming on my face. "Well, I realized I wasn't even fully asleep when it happened, I was wading in and out. I remember trying to stay awake cause I thought you were in my room, but you weren't. It felt really weird, actually, like I was dreaming with my eyes open. But I remembered what you said and I decided to take a chance." I shrug, hands in my pockets. "And I was right. It was you,"

But it still doesn't make sense.

"That was supposed to happen though, right? You said you had a way, I figured you knew I'd see you."

El slowly looked back up at me, looking almost concerned.

"I didn't," she admits.

She didn't know? But that day I found her... She said she could reach me. And if it's true, how come I'm the only one who can see her?

"I'm still worried," El admitted.

I brought my head to look at her, and I realized I was beginning to fall behind. I scurried a few steps across the pavement and back to their pace when Max tried again.

"Well, we'll check it out. But I'm sure it's going to be fine. A misunderstanding, I mean,"

Judging by the look on El's face, she wasn't letting up. Not that I can blame her. I'm not exactly feeling too great about this either.

"How do you know that?" El asks. She shakes her head like she's trying to forget what she heard. "What about the screams?"

"I know, but," Max sighs up at the sky, growing uncomfortable as she turns back to El. "here's the thing. When Billy is alone with a girl, they make like, really crazy noises,"

I grimace.

"They scream?"

Now I'm trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, but, like," Max darts her eyes past El, flashing me a panicked look. I shrug, looking back down at the ground as I try not to chuckle. "happy screams,"

El only seems more confused.

"Happy screams? What is happy screams?"

Max looked at me again, silently pleading. I shrug, not about to give El the talk. And judging by Max's expression, she wasn't about to either.

She just sighs.

"I'm just gonna lend you my mom's Cosmo,"

The chuckle finally breaks loose just as we reach the front of Max's house. "Yeah," I snort. "Hop won't freak out at all,"

Max rolls her eyes at me and they rest on the empty lot.

"His car's not here," Max says, all thoughts on the previous conversation forgotten. "You really want to do this?"

Finally looking back at El, I watch her expression carefully and the knot in my stomach burrows itself deeper. I haven't seen her this worried in a long time.

Since last year. And the year before.

I'm beginning to understand the bad feeling in my stomach now. The same one I had for the past two years.

I just hope it's wrong.

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So anyway, Mein Herz Brennt Making of liveblog, one of my favourites

First of all, I do take any use of piano MHB as a slight towards my tiny hands. -1 point

I really would love to visit this place, it's beautiful

I love that Oli introduces it and then Till is straight in there talking about murder and stabbings. Trust that to be what intrigues him. I feel like 'smells like murder' isn't a direct translation but that's purely because I spent like ten minutes trying to work out what words he says. It rhymes, which is suspicious.

Oh this was before he let his chest piercing reject all the way out in the grossest way

When schneider says Krankenhaus it sounds very Geordie and I'm convinced that kind of thing is why Auf Wiedersehen, Pet was created

Richards eyes light up when he's talking about the room he's in and it's one of those looks where it's just. I would love to listen to anything anyone has to say when their eyes have that sparkle.

"the scavengers had already been here" cue Paul talking about his criminal past thieving from there. See, another example everyone forgets of him being the biggest bastard of them all. The smile is a front.

One of my favourite ever Rammstein things is the combined joy and mockery from Paul when Richard is revealed to be wearing the bird mask and it wiggles as he nods. He looks like a little black cockatoo. Richard looks embarrassed to be wearing it but Paul is having the time of his LIFE.

The way is echoes in his mask makes him sound like he's clucking

Flakes glasses perching in his cone make him look like that sesame Street doctor or scientist

They all suit this make up so much and I wish they'd consider it as a stage look

Peck. Not intimidated.

Considering the nightmares Till has/had, ouch

Richard looks so much like a little vampire prince but like, a character from what we do in the shadows. He makes his own smokescreen entry/exist and everything.

Melanie!!!

Richard has many tendons in his neck huh.

The sounddd. I used to always be curious as to whether or not people in music videos were making the sounds it looks like they're making and now I know and I'm uncomfortable. This and also later when till does the heart

His laugh is never what I expect it to be

That uh. That doesn't look like he's in pain the way the injection sounds implied. At all. Not that I'm complaining but it gives mixed messages.

I'm so sure Richard is the only one I've ever heard use the word quasi. It makes sense for him if true but maybe I only notice because of the tone he uses? His is quite a punchy nasal tone it might just be more noticeable.

Till with kids is always the most adorable wonderful thing. He's really helping to keep them relaxed despite the creepiness of the stuff they're shooting.

"if you look at the cover then you'll recognise a morbidity to the whole thing" till, my darling, do you think people don't already ~see the morbidity~?

I googled and the lady doesn't pronounce renaissance with a g like Till does and that interests me. In fairness I have to assume it's like in Norwegian how words like restaurant are pronounced with a g sound because it's closer to the French sounds? It's not like we in English donut the French way either but the Google translate lady does. This is why I always suspect that when I'm learning a language I'm learning the language wrong and at some point I'll find out there's a Real, For Adults version if the language that's totally different. This is irrelevant. Accents are fun and I like being able to notice them.

It feels so strange seeing this knowing what Eugenio did

Paul taking pictures because he knows better than them

Something about a child saying "ah yes, I know Till and Flake very well" is hysterical.

You can feel the dismay and disapproval radiating off till as he tries to be diplomatic about the Spanish understanding of linear time. He struggles to find a positive and only comes up with the fire walls. "It should have gone out before we filmed anything because they were fucking around with the playback so long but it didn't" is his only compliment.

The German word for French is wild.

Do they know they could have hired an interpreter? Interpreters existed in 2012 I know this

This whole thing with Melanie is beautiful you can't deny that the arm Eugenio made with then was lovely.

Till in the dress with Melanie in his lap. I don't off the top of my head remember seeing it in either video so I simply must assume that it was just what he was wearing that day when he showed up. She's so tiny on his knee I'm glad they're still friends.

"you're left in a state of trauma when everyone stares at you all the time" did this need to get so heavy? It's interesting that he focused more on her voice than her appearance there, though in fairness it's pretty high

They all love her so much and it's totally understandable.

Mit rock n roll und cola trinken

I have to skip the screaming the secondhand embarrassment is too much.

Part 2

Again, this liveblog is so long

Sometimes Oli speaks like his body isn't used to talking.

I want, so badly, to know if Richard was having memories of his dreadlocked youth The tiny cup in his elegant hand is so pleading and then you look left and. It sure is something.

Are they freckles or acne scars across Tills shoulders?...cute. The first set of arm/chest wounds, not so much. I do spy his lil tummy scar

Richard does look like he almost swooped in for a kiss and then changed his mind because of the camera. Paul turns his head that way and then Richard tries to save with a step back and face rub (his own). Just saying.

The fact that a few of them have taken pictures on their personal phones warms my soul it's such a nice reminder that they're good friends outside of work and My Heart

Schneider and Paul ready at a moment's notice to be Dumbasses. J'adore.

What if Zoran was more of a background character tho actually

God, schneider is beautiful. An ethereal, pure beauty that exists no matter how he's being styled.

See okay how is flake almost taller than Oli right now he's not even doing his standard open legs and swan spine thing

It must be so hard to find Oli sized clothes. Flake is also tall and slim but he's a lot more leg, whereas Olis height seems largely to be torso. I have to assume a lot of his stuff is tailored or custom made now.

I always forget about the marks on tills back when he's in the nightmare dress

The child staring with great confusion at a bright red flake reading. I would love to know what his favourite books are.

The childs plural poking and prodding at a very patient Oli, who gracefully bends his spine in ways I've never seen a human do before. I wonder if he's ever dressed up as Lurch from the Addams family.

The actress playing the woman in this half is so beautiful and has a power her younger counterpart lacked when she was threatening him with her weapon.

I am a dummy and was like weird why is Paul speaking Norwegian. I know full well he wasn't saying unnskyld because I've heard Germans say their equivalent before and I assume Entschuldigen either sounds like that fast or shortens so what the fuck, rhi

Till guiding people through him murdering them is truly one of life's greatest pleasures. They trust him so completely. I would like to watch them dance the elegance would be astounding.

Paul lurking watching with what I choose to see as pride as till slaughters an old woman.

Paul being critical (again, as always, rightly so) of the hallway mouthing the lyrics decision.

"for this in prepared to make compromises" he says, hating every bitter word of it

I would like to know what he wanted to say about till and then see him get into trouble over it.

I would like to see till in a bouncy castle. He's adorable jumping into the comfy pit I want to see him in a bouncy castle. Child, utter child.

Paul takes every opportunity to say how hot he thinks they all are and I love that about him. Sometimes your friends are all hot and everybody needs to understand that fact.

Their approaches to pretending to play cello are all so uniquely them. Flake and Richard are taking the time to try and understand what they're being told, whereas Paul just fucking. Lays into it, attracting the weirdest looks from Oli. Richard looks beautiful with that cello and I think he should learn to play. For fun not for work. It's not just that he looks so handsome, but I think that's the easiest way to convince him. I think he'd be good at it, and not being the lead at something might be good for him.

I appreciate that Oli is skeptical because yeah they do all look like they've never held a cello before.

They do, however, all look lovely in their dresses. I'm trying but actually I can't not say that Schneiders little sternum dip makes it seem like he has breasts in that dress and it's a good look for him.

Till singing it in such a high voice, more like his speaking voice, is both interesting and lovely. Oli is trying... So little compared to the others. Laughably incorrect

Why yes, I am laughing at the sheer length of the spikes. They're just... They're so fucking long. So long.

Paul is actually probably the best one there, ironically. They're all comically out of time. They're professional musicians. I know they aren't used to bowed instruments I do understand and I don't want to be uncharitable but also they are struggling. I want to see cellists react to this.

Pretty dresses! And the nightmare but with the most awful and worst fingers! Like the Grinch but goth.

Both Schneider and Richard had the same neverending shoot idea and I am Intrigued.

Till waiting for Schneider with the umbrella :)

Wir brennen! Paul is always so happy to play with fire.

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Blood, tears and sea breeze.

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, description of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

This is a very dark chapter, is not graphic, but it is really sad.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

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Chapter 12: Green lights

The four adults walked inside in silence, and the paced sound of the metronome was the only noise they could hear for a moment, somehow it made the room feel darker, and cold, even when a shiny yellow sun could be guessed outside the window through the white curtains.

Hardy look away from the device, sitting right in the middle of the desk next to the Dr. Cecil Florence plaque, and a tea cup. In the middle of the office there was a comfortable couch, the one he already knew too well. It wasn't a loud sound, however he find it unnerving and was desperate to make it stop, thankfully he wouldn't have to sit next to it.

Miller sited on an empty chair, the one closer to the door, and gave an awkward smile to Doctor Florence as in "Don't read anything into this" although she was sure her stiff movements were already telling the doctor she didn't want to be there.

Alec lean against the window trying to look at the whole room at once, but he didn't rise his look too high, avoiding Cecil's curious gaze, then he noticed Y/N nervously rubbing her wrist, he remembered seeing her do it before, but somehow he hadn't pay enough attention to the fact before.

"Are you going to make me sing psalms too?" Y/N said with a smile pointing at the metronome.

"Beg your pardon?" Dr Florence said with a strained look.

"Sister Mary, she was an old noun that was in charge of the church long before Father Coats" Alec rise his look with some anger at the way she talked about Paul, and immediately reprimanded himself. "When I was little if you get in trouble she would put out one of those out and made you sing psalms to, I don't know scare the devil away or something".

"Only because the stupid cow was already too old to use the cane" Miller said laughing too. "I still have the scar on my thigh, all because I was late to sunday school" Hardy tried to hide the Oh that's what that red mark was realization out of his mind, but he was thankful that Ellie always knew how to lighten the mood in a room.

"Well, don't worry, is only to guide your train of thought" The doctor said and Y/N sat on the couch a bit more relaxed. "Before we started I want to ask you again if you are okay with the detectives being here, and with this procedure, I also must remind you that this could be emotionally draining, and that we might not always found actual memories"

"I know all that doc, it's okay, let's do it" she laid back on the couch after giving a secure wink to the woman and closed her eyes.

"Fine, then I must remind the detectives that you shall not interfere under any circumstances, in case she needs to stop I will make the procedure stop if I consider it necessary." they nodded and everything went silent again except for the device "You should focus on the sound, use it to guide your breathing, I won't tell you were to start, but I would want you to imagine yourself in a place that brings you comfort

Click... click... click

"I'm in my room, I'm getting ready to go out with Jonathan and Ash..."

"Why are you going out?" Her voice was soothing and Y/N breath was calmed, Miller thought she would fall asleep before she could say anything but then she began recalling the event like she was living it again.

Ashley had gotten a excellent week at the Deli, so she had invited me and Jonathan to celebrate, he was on a grumpy mood, not uncommon on the last few days, but he accept to come with us anyway, he even agreed to wear that ugly purple shirt her mother sent for his birthday. She was always talking about how I never let him dress like a City boy anymore.

We were only the three of us, Charlie didn't came because her mother had a cold and he had to take care of her, sometimes I wonder if he was not angry that Ashley moved out, maybe I will bring Mrs. Langford some soup tomorrow to make him company.

Ashley looked stunning, like she always did, I was never bold enough to wear that kind of short dresses, Jonathan even had to scare a couple guys away from her while they went to get us drinks.

"Only two shots" He said with that dad like look he always had for me to prevent me from doing anything fun... I guess I won't see that anymore

"You are doing great dear" The doctor said once tears star running down her cheek, "Focus on the club, were you in Broadchurch, what time it was? Do you remember the music?"

Some horrible techno music, something kids listen, most of the people around didn't look old enough to be out at 12:00, let alone drink.

The tequila was smooth, and after the second shot I stand up to dance with Ashley, but it was crowded, so I lost her after a while and went back to sit at the table, Jonathan was gone, and I ordered more shots, I don't remember two or maybe three. I started feeling dizzy, so I stand up to go to the bathroom maybe Jonathan was there, it have been long and he hasn't come back.

I saw Ashley kissing a handsome man she often do that when we were younger, that's why she left her house, their parents were too conservative, and she was fighting with Charles all the time because of it, I never actually mind that she do that, but I felt mad, because she had left me alone so I tried to walk out of the club

"Hey hey hey" a voice said behind me, it was a large man, he was wearing a bright red shirt, and he smelled like bourbon, and aftershave, he had nice eyes "Are you okay dear?" I tried to tell him I was fine and walk away but my feet were no longer responding and the green lights of the club were making my head hurt, I was not sure how was I so far from the crowd

"I can't breathe" I said and I tried to walk outside but his hand was on my wrist and he didn't let go

"Let's go outside, you need air" he said and then the cold air of the night strike me in the face, the moon was out, he was smoking, and I was trying to get some clarity, but everything was so confusing and my legs felt week...

"You smell so nice" he said with his hot breathing my neck and one of his hands on my chest, I tried to scream, to run maybe but then everything went red, I felt a stinging pain on my head, and how he lift me from the ground.

Hardy was tense angrily listening to her story, and definitely not wanting to keep listening, but he didn't interrupt her, and obviously the women in the room were not thrill to listen either, Y/N breathing was now fast and she was fully crying but she kept her eyes closed.

He took away my ring, and for a moment I was glad because I thought he was trying to rob me, but then I could hear him taking off his pants, I kept my eyes closed, I tried to scream to call Jonathan and Ashley, anyone... I thought I was going to die, I would have rather die... I thought of my parents... and I got enough strength to scream and I did, but then he hit me in the face again, and then, Please don't do that... Please stop! Stop!! Someone help me!!...

"Stop this" Ellie said loudly "Please doctor stop this"

"DS Miller, I have to ask you to remain impartial" she said with a quiet voice but she was also very affected by the story.

Hardy was not listening, by that moment Y/N voice were only screams, and she had now the same lost look she did at the Latimer's house. He approach her carefully, but she was desperately rubbing her wrist again and not letting the doctor come near her so she went to her desk to prepare something to tranquilize her.

"I lost it, my mom said I should always keep it on, and I lost it, she is going to be mad" she said with a voice that reminded him of Daze when she cut his ties in ribbons for her dolls, and he wondered if she was still not entirely awake.

"Y/N" he said desperate to act before the doctor would injected the medication, and this time he didn't hesitate and simply hold her tight against his chest "I'm here, you are at Doctor Florence's office ok?" Once she was calmed he make her look at him softly "I'm with you, you're safe" she looked thankful at him but didn't let go, and he could only hold her patting her head, trying to avoid Miller concerned look, and ignoring the fact that the unsettling feeling in his stomach was now satisfied because she was on his arms.

"I would expect that you would be following my advice from now on and not force this poor girl to more trauma in the future" the doctor said to him once Y/N exited the room to go to the restroom.

"I hope we could" Miller said defeated "But if that memory was true in any way now we have to look for a sex offender and a murderer"

"When she was waking up, she said... the way she talked..." Alec tried to elaborate

"It's an old wound, I was convinced she was over that by now, but apparently not" The doctor started. "When she was youger she was diagnosed with absence crisis, a special kind of epilepsy, and her parents made her use a bracelet in case she suffered a crisis at school or so, the idot that treat her before me had her under many medications because he couldn't determine her anxiety disorder, so I work with her to take her out of the meds, and eventually she was having a very normal life, she kept using the bracelet as comfort when she felt anxious, but she did not have crisis anymore"

"Until her parents die?" Miller asked remembering what she read in her archive.

"Precisely, they had a discussion, when she finished Uni she wanted to take a job across the sea in Paris or something like that, she gave her mother the bracelet and she went to stay with her friend Ashley on their own, and then her parents had the accident, she has always felt guilty, and since she didn't recover the bracelet she sometimes goes back to her childhood when they make her use it, is just a minor compulsion, not weird under this circumstances"

"She didn't find it?" Alec ask cautiously.

"No, apparently it was not at her parents house, I'm sorry is something else I can help you with?" She said and he change his expression immediately.

"It's fine, we will be in touch if we need anything else, we are very grateful for your help" Ellie said and the doctor went back to her office a d they walked out to wait for Y/N at the car.

"Someone is definitely liying" Miller said once they were inside and grey clouds start covering the sky. "That bracelet was on her the day the body was found" she said.

"I know, but not on any pictures from before that, so either our killer put it on her or she lied to the doctor, but that was, what 10 years ago? Is too long for something she simply forgot to tell her shrink about" a lightning illuminate the sky and the thunder following let him now that will be a rainy day. "I was hoping we'll get more from this, but now we have to listen her friend again, she didn't remember that night, only she was at home with the boyfriend angry about something."

"I can't imagine how did he found her, and she is in no way ready to answer that yet, we had to check out the club, maybe someone saw something, I hate this bloody case" She hit the wheel with her fist. "That poor girl, every time I'm more convinced she is the victim here, but it's all just confusing"

"Yeah, I mean maybe you should take today off, it was hard to hear what she said inside"

"I could say the same about you" He look at her surprised "Oh don't gave me that look, I was not going to comment on this, but you are getting too involved in this"

"Of course I'm not!" He tried to defend himself but she was not paying attention to him.

"Yes you are, and look I'm not going to say anything, but if you became partial on your judgment, for the case, and for your own good, I'm removing you from the case" she said and make a sign to Y/N to show her they were already in the car.

"I thought I was still your superior" He said quietly before she got inside.

"I'll talk to you boss then" she said with a smile, and he knew then that she was not joking, he rolled his eyes with anger because she was right, he would have done the same, and also he was concerned that maybe he was letting Y/N get under his skin making it impossible for him to remain impartial about her.

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