#ew i felt dirty typing that

[sarbcat]

one thing you should know about me is i will never call victor fries "MISTER" freeze. that man went to school and got a doctorate. he is DOCTOR freeze to me. mr freeze would be great if he wasn't a doctor!!! and sure he's an evil supervillain but do evil supervillains not deserve the respect of having their academic achievements validated? so yes. that is DOCTOR freeze. not mr. that's dr. freeze.

[piratefishmama]

Finders Givers | Part 3

To call them out of place would be an understatement.

Neither of the two in the lobby looked like they belonged there. Eddie in his ratty, torn at the knee jeans, rings, chains, band tee, and leather jacket, and Chrissy… well, Chrissy could probably look like she belonged if she’d dressed up a little, but she’d pulled her cosiest sweater over her head, a comfortable, cream coloured, crocheted sweater, a house warming gift from Mrs Jablonski next door when they’d moved in during a real cold snap a few winters back, and she’d wiggled her butt into a pair of Eddie’s old jeans.

The ones with the paint on them from when they’d painted Eddie’s room against Carl’s wishes.

Their reasoning was that Carl would never know. No matter how many times his greasy ass hinted at coming in for ‘coffee’, he was never invited in.

Her last pair of jeans were in the dirty laundry pile. She’d been meaning to force Eddie into helping her do laundry that day but alas, they were now not doing that. She didn’t think he knew he’d gotten himself out doing of laundry, but somehow it was still funny that he’d managed it again.

But it didn’t matter, there was nobody really there besides the secretary and she’d offered them coffee and pastries. Rather than looking at them strangely she’d offered hospitality and kindness, so now they had coffee and pastries, because Eddie was not about to turn down fancy free food from a kindly mother type.

It’d been twenty minutes already. Their pastries and coffees were done and gone.

Eddie was about to call it and leave, loud in his objection of being ignored by the high ups, when Chrissy sat up straighter, her eyes zeroing in on what would undoubtedly be a mini-boss in a video game.

Or maybe the ‘sudden Latin choir’ version of the main boss, and she walked through the double doors, both swinging open like Aragon shoving his way through the doors at Helms Deep and Chrissy was so very unprepared to witness her very own Aragon that early after student night shots.

Woman’s cheekbones alone could probably kill them both.

Eddie said nothing, he just gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder, he figured she’d appreciate that. She reached up and patted the hand he’d left there in support. She appreciated it.

“Mr and… Mrs—?”

“Ew no.”

And the hand atop his own was gone, pulled away, Chrissy’s awed expression replaced with one that read ‘I’m offended’ better than any angry white suburban mother of four with her minivan, concave cut, and bad dye job could possibly verbalise. “That was quick.”

“I’m gay what do you want from me?” Eddie looked up at the boss lady with what he hoped to be a disarming grin “Eddie Munson, this is Chrissy, Chrissy Cunningham, my single best friend, and platonic life partner.” He slipped that single in there so smoothly, gave himself a mental pat on the back for it, so smooth. He was gonna ignore Chrissy glaring at him. Boss lady just smiled, stormy eyes flicking between them as he introduced her. She seemed nice, a little mysterious. “We’re uhm, we’re here about thee uh—”

Eddie Immediately wanted to turn her into an NPC, or an actual boss. Maybe a powerful, kindly mage. An ancient druid or—

“The apartment block, right? Claudia gave us the heads up. My name is Robin Buckley I’m uh… well… I don’t really have an official title, but you can probably just call me Mr Harrington’s business partner I guess.” It was an apt title, ‘boss man’s best friend’, or ‘partner in crime’ didn’t seem nearly as professional. “Why don’t you both come with me to my office, and I can try and answer any questions you might have.” Professional yet welcoming.

Almost felt like she’d worked in customer service before.

They both rose to their feet and Robin turned back toward the door, nodding in greeting to the secretary as she walked by, both Chrissy and Eddie copying her as they hurried on through after her, through corridor after corridor, then one quick zip up the elevator and they were there, Robin once again opening both doors as she entered her office.

It was clearly a personal preference to be as dramatic as possible, it was working for her.

“Please, take a seat” They both quickly took the only two chairs on the ‘guest’ side of the desk, while Robin rounded it and took the larger chair behind it. The office was. Large. Large and full of knick-knacks. Framed pictures of actual people instead of vague ‘hotel-esque’ art, trophies, several book shelves filled with folders and thick books, a filing cabinet or two, a few plants, and huge floor to ceiling windows behind her that showed pretty much the entire city skyline. So this was how the other half lived. “Okay, I’m sure you have several questions, so… go ahead, I’ll answer what I can.”

Eddie shared a look with Chrissy, silently communicating that they probably should have come prepared with a list of things to ask but honestly neither believed they’d get this far.

They both kind of assumed they’d be told they’ve had all the information they’re getting and to just wait for more. Having a private meeting with… what was essentially the second in command of this entire company well…

“When are these renovations supposed to start and end?” Eddie asked first

“What can we expect from them?” Chrissy added

“And do we really just… not pay rent for the whole period? That’s okay?” Eddie finished. Basics, they had the basics memorized at least. The important questions.

“Ooh-ooh, will rent be the same after the renovations!? Or will this be like, a getting rid of the poor people situation?”

“Good question, Chriss”

“Thank you, I read this thing online the other day about the gentrification of poorer city spaces and—” Chrissy paused, her eyes shooting to Robin’s expectant face and then back to Eddie again “it’s not important.” She finished, she finished before she could start rambling and embarrass herself.

“Oh it’s super important to know about these things” Robin spoke up with a toothy smile, earning both Chrissy’s bashful smile and Eddie’s respect. She was subtly supportive of Chrissy’s rambling. Eddie liked her. “Not many people do, it’s a concept that only gets brought up when it’s happened and not when it’s happening right under your feet, and it’s rare people get the other side of the story, y’know the one from the people who’ve been displaced? That’s not what’s happening here though, I’ve not seen anything that’d suggest Mr Harrington’s intentions are to raise the existing costs.” She’d seen him blatantly say he hadn’t really thought about making them pay again.

“Do you think that could become his intention though?” Eddie pressed

“Nope. He has a personal interest in the building is all, the only thing I know for sure is that we’re looking to remove the negative presence from the building, it doesn’t have the best reputation, we’re aware of at least three drug dealers operating from within it.” Oh nooo, his weed, couldn’t all be sunshine and roses then. “We’re looking to remove them as soon as possible as they have blatantly broken the law and the terms of their rental agreements by engaging in illegal behaviour from within their apartments, so that will free up a few of those apartments for better tenants to move in.”

“Better tenants?”

“Law abiding ones.” Sort of. Argyle would have a cooler tenancy agreement.

“…What about ones that have history with the law?”

“We’re not here to be discriminatory, Mr Munson, this company… we believe in second chances.” Munson… Munson… where did she know that name from? She knew that name, and he did look… familiar. She shook her head, not important. “If you’ve had criminal charges in the past then you’ve had criminal charges in the past, that’s the past, it’s history, it doesn’t affect the now. But to put your mind at ease, you’re not on our list of offenders, or you’d have been served an eviction notice by now.”

Chrissy sat up straighter, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. “Everyone on the second floor is okay, right? We know Mick an Dottie in seven are a little sketchy but—”

“Second floor is okay, we’re not evicting anyone from the second floor, it’s mainly the fourth floor we’re concerned about.” She was so lucky she’d memorized half the shit she’d received that morning. Got just enough in the old brain to appear confident in what she was saying. “As for your other questions, we don’t… actually know when the renovations are due to begin, we’re in negotiations with a few contractors right now to get the work started, once we confirm that, we’ll have a more solid timeline to communicate with you, it’ll be full renovations, kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, electrics, plumbing, the whole shebang. But yeah, no, we don’t expect you to pay any rent for the whole period.”

“…I feel like that’s a trap.” Eddie finally spoke up, a small frown on his face that robin mirrored “shit like that just doesn’t happen, man. It doesn’t. Big companies like this, they don’t just forgive the little guys debts, they hold em over your head until you’re drowning, then they tie cement to your feet to hold you there in the deep end.”

At least she looked sympathetic, her expression softening, she wasn’t taking offense. It almost felt like she understood his hesitation. “I was a little stumped myself, it’s… not the best business decision. I’m gonna be honest with you, I advised against the rent forgiveness, it’s a lot of money to just throw away” And they were just throwing it away “—given we don’t know how long these renovations are going to take, but… it’s the one thing Steve stuck to. Wouldn’t budge on it. Said we were disrupting your lives so you should at least be able to treat yourselves during the chaos” Nancy’s words maybe, but Steve agreed with them “and unfortunately for our bank balance… the decision is ultimately Steve’s to make, his office is above mine.”

She could sass him all she liked, Steve was in charge. If he wanted to make decisions and mistakes based on a depressing wallet and a crush well, that was Steve’s choice, his was the name on the company logo.

“And the rent will stay the same at $595 after the renovations?”

“Ye—”

“Absolutely!” And the doors burst open, startling all three people within the office, revealing probably the most beautiful human being Eddie had ever seen in his life dressed in clothes that'd probably cost more than they'd ever paid in rent combined. Could have sworn he’d seen him before though. One does not just forget a face that pretty.

“Steve, I thought I told you to knock!”

“I own the building, I can do what I want. Hello! I’m—” frozen, he was frozen, eyes wide as they took in the two other occupants in the room. The two guests from the apartment block. It could have been anyone, anyone in that block. “… Steve Harrington.” But it was him. “It’s uhm… it’s nice to meet you” said directly to Eddie, and then as if he remembered Chrissy was there, quickly added “both. Nice to meet you both, hello, hi.” Robin’s palm met her forehead in an echoing splat. “What was I saying?”

Her head met the desk. It all becoming painfully clear. Eddie Munson, Edward Munson, Thee Edward Joseph Munson. Owner of the most depressing wallet in the history of wallets.

Part 5

[shyanddreamy]

Some things never change

Niragi Suguru x Reader

Summary: You knew what you were doing by teasing Niragi like that. Consequences never felt so good.

Warnings: dirty talk, smut, blowjob, vaginal sex, slight degradation, unprotected sex, tease, praise, slight fluff.

Author´s note: First of all, this is an independent post, so you can read this as a one shot. But if you want more context, you can check my other aib posts. I hope you like it and thanks for all the love <3

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The Borderlands could be a nightmare, but The Beach wasn´t that bad. More and more people were arriving every day and the party never ended. Alcohol, drugs, sex and music too loud were the only things that mattered there. Everyone was trying to have the time of their lives in case they had to face death soon. The Militants wanted the same thing, but they also enjoyed the fact that every single person at The Beach was, at least, a bit scared of them. If they wanted to live peacefully, they knew they shouldn´t get involved with neither of them. That´s why you used to hang out together away from the rest.

You walked toward them as they were sitting around a table playing a kind of drinking game. A few Militants were into the swimming pool too.

"Hello there", you greeted them. When you came closer enough, you sat on Niragi´s lap without hesitate. Just in time to take a shot away from him and drink it all yourself. "God. I need it"

Four people came with you. That night you didn´t have any loss. 

"How was the game?", someone asked you. You felt Niragi´s hands over your thighs and you made yourself more comfortable over him.

"Pretty easy", you answered after taking a second shot.

"Huh? So why are you injured?", Niragi added. You only had a wound, a small cut in your cheek.

"To make it more exciting"

 "You should disinfect it anyway", one of the girls suggested. "I have…"

She shut up as Niragi slipped his tongue over your wound.

"Done", he said, smirking. The bewildered and disgusted looks of the others made that grimace wider. You couldn´t help but burst out laughing.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?", one of them asked.

"You should know what other things Niragi can do with his tongue", you said.

"Ew, nope, thanks"

"Huh? Would you rather know what I can do with mine?", and this time, the man doubted for a few seconds until he met Niragi´s murderous gaze.

"No. Of course not"

"That´s what I was thinking", Niragi declared, adding some tension to the atmosphere.

"So… are we gonna keep playing or what? I can´t wait to get drunk", you noted before taking another shot. "Or get drunker, I suppose"

You enjoyed the night for almost one hour before you found a better distraction. You had been in Niragi´s lap all along with his hands shifting between your hips, your thighs, and your lower back. And when you noticed his boner, you started to tease him by rubbing your ass against his bulge covertly. First came the kisses in your neck, getting wetter gradually. Secondly were his fingers trying to press against your core. When you finally tilted your head to him, sharing a wrathful kiss, you knew it was time for you two to leave the party.

The Militants didn´t asked any questions when you barely said goodbye and walked towards the resort. They were already used to this type of behaviour in both.

"Those crazy assholes. They are out of their fucking minds"

"For sure they are", the girl next to him nodded. "But next time you are in doubt about whether you want to know how Y/N uses his tongue or not, Niragi will kill you"

Niragi and you weren´t in a close relationship, not even in a relationship. You knew each other since he was in his senior year at high school. And the bonds developed between you two had grown and evolved over the years. In The Beach, most people thought you were friends with benefits or a couple open-minded, but actually you never labelled your relationship. Maybe you just were a pair of freaks who had stuck together.

You went to his dorm because it was slightly bigger than yours. After all, he was the number two in the Militants´ chain of command and you were, luckily for Last Boss, number four after him. You were sure it was due to his katana. He seemed cooler than a crazy bitch trigger-happy who could kill you without batting an eyelid.

"You can´t stop bothering me, right?", Niragi complained, locking the door after him.

"You were the one who wanted me in his lap"

"And what did you expect me to do? You wanted me to fuck you in front of all those jerks?"

"Would you have?"

Niragi chuckled and sticked his tongue out lewdly. He put you closer to him and bit your lower lip before saying:

"You are such a whore"

"I thought you were my bitch instead", you contradicted him. His pierced tongue millimeters from your face.

"Yeah, you wish"

Despite your attempt to catch his lips, he turned around and walked away from you towards the bathroom.

"You need to heal your wound first"

"You have already done it"

"With something other than my saliva", he added.

You sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come back with alcohol and cotton wool. Niragi even kneeled between your legs to healing you and you had to restrain yourself from telling him how sweet he was. Most people at The Beach thought he was a monster, and indeed he was, but only with you, Niragi could be nice and gentle sometimes.

You couldn´t remember how many times you had healed each other wounds. Like that time when Aguni beat the shit out of him for almost killing two guys for looking him in what Niragi thought was the wrong way. You stood between them, so Aguni beat you up too and shared the punishment. But through the years, you had also healed yours psychological wounds. You still remembered his tears running down his cheeks when he was just a teenager bullied by his classmates and you were his sole support. And when you stood by his side and helped him overcome his insecurities and traumas. You hardly ever talked about that time, but the memories were still there.

And there you were now. One second you were in Shibuya and the other you were in a strange new world in which you were free to do whatever you wanted to do.

"It´s done", he said back on his feet. "I told you not to die out there. So, you'd better be more careful next time"

"It´s just a cut"

"Don´t care"

You got up from the bed, switched positions and pushed him so now he was the one lying on the bed as you were kneeling between his legs.

"Would you miss me if I die?"

"I will hate your guts"

"Yeah, what I said, you would miss me"

You unbuttoned his black shirt slowly under his lustful gaze. You slid it down his arms and admired his naked chest, caressing his skin with your hands. You couldn´t help but kiss and lick his neck and his shoulders too. He gasped quietly in response.

"How could you be so damn hot", you said. "You are fucking perfect"

"Enough with the praise", he complained, although you knew how much he liked it.

"So, you don´t want me to tell you what a good boy you are?"

"I´m gonna bury myself in you and fuck you death if you do"

You widely smiled at his threat. You never got tired of teasing him, and neither did he. Indeed, you could never get tired of this man. You couldn´t even imagine your life without him.

"Aw, you are always so aware of what I exactly want", you said with a singsong voice. Niragi chuckled, an aroused grin on his face. "But I´m gonna take my time with you first"

You unbuckled his belt before lower the zip of his pants. His boner was prominent. You had become addicted to his cock since the beginning. You got rid of his clothes, letting him completely naked in front of you. God, he was gorgeous.

"Don´t make my wait more"

"Pretty eager, aren´t we?"

"Y/N…", his voice sounded like a warning.

"I am in control, Suguru. So shut the fuck up"

Niragi sat up in one swift movement and grabbed you by the hair, forcing your head up for you to look directly into his eyes. He was pissed off, so you had succeeded in teasing him to his limit.

"I´m done with this stupid game, Y/N", he grumbled. "I want my dick in your mouth right now or I´ll do it myself. Understood?"

You licked your lips and nodded slightly. Shivers were running through your body to your core.

"You just had to ask"

You licked the pre-cum on his tip and curled your tongue around it before taking it all. Niragi moaned loudly and with his hand in your hair he forced your head further down. You swallowed him and did your best to not gag around his dick no matter how deep in your throat he was.

"Fuck. Just like that", he complimented you as you started bobbing your head up and down. Although he guided you for a bit, Niragi let you go at your own pace. "Always so good to me, Y/N. And that jerk wanted to know how you use your tongue. Tsk, I´m gonna kill him"

"Or maybe I could show him my skills some time", you said after taking his dick out of your mouth to catch your breath. You were just teasing. Again. And Niragi laughed out loud.

"I would gladly cum in your throat. But if you want to let them know what a slut you are, I´m going to make your dreams come true"

He stood up before forcing you back to your feet. Suddenly, he pushed you towards the desk, roughly pushing aside the things on it. He made you lean forward until your chest was against the table and he was placed behind you. In front of you was the window from which you could see the people partying down there. You flushed, aware that if they looked up, they might see you. It was not such a remote possibility. Niragi wasted no time before stripping you. It was a fairly straightforward task given that you wore just a bikini.

"That´s better for you, right, princess?", he asked while rubbing his tip against your folds. "Fuck, you´re so wet. Maybe I open the window so everyone can hear you screaming my name. You would like it?"

"No", you mumbled. "But please, Niragi…"

"Please, what?"

"Stop torturing me"

"Huh? What do you want then?"

"I want you", you answered, moaning as you felt his tip pressing slightly against your entrance. "I need you inside me, please, Niragi"

"After what you have done, you deserve nothing from me, Y/N", he grumbled. "But this time, I´m going to be good with you"

You screamed out loud when you felt his dick plunge down inside you and stretching your walls all at once. Without giving you a break, Niragi grabbed you by the hair and forced your head up. His lips near your ear gave you goosebumps.

"I said good, but not nice"

You couldn´t see him, but you knew he was smiling arrogantly. That damn smile that could make you tremble every time you saw it.

He kept your head forward as he thrust his hips toward you so all you could see was the people down there. The sound of his pelvis hitting against your ass along with his low groans and your moans were all you could listen at. His pace was brutal, as if he had been holding himself back for hours. And all you could do was let him use you. You didn´t want it in any other way.

"Doesn´t matter how many times I fuck you", he growled. "You are always so tight and desperate for my cock like the first time"

"The first time, you were also pretty desperate", you said. "And you still are now too"

Niragi smirked at your words.

"Can you blame me? Your cunt is addictive"

That was your time to smirk.

"The feeling is mutual", you added.

"Yeah? I thought you wanted all of them", he replied, referring to the people partying outside. You moaned loudly when his thrusts became faster and deeper, and his hand went to your clit. The other was still grabbing you by the hair tightly.

"Fuck, Niragi", you whimpered. "This bad, I only want you"

"I know, babe", he muttered, smiling softly.

Suddenly, waves of pleasure took over your body. At this point, you were such a mess.

"I´m near", you cried.

"Wait for me, baby, I´m close too", he begged you, although his tone of voice was more like a command.

Niragi went as fast as he could, pounding against that sweet spot that made you tremble. You weren´t sure if you could restrain yourself for much longer, but you were trying your best for him.

"You want me to fill you up?", he asked, knowing in advance what your answer would be. Niragi only wanted to hear it directly from your lips.

"Yeah, please. I really want it"

"Huh? Nobody fills you up well?"

"I don´t let those assholes cum inside of me", you answered between moans. You couldn't take it anymore. "You know you are the only one who can do it. So please, Niragi, I want to feel you deep inside me"

You had barely finished speaking when you felt a rush and shivers down your spine made you tremble. Your orgasm finally rocked your body as you screamed Niragi´s name. Your last words begging him to cum inside you along with the way your walls tightened his dick were enough to took him over the edge too.

"Damn it, I fucking love you, Y/N"

You felt his hot load painting your inside and you gasp at the sensation. Your body was still twitching and it didn´t take long before you felt Niragi collapse over you. His bared and sweaty chest against your back while you both tried to catch your breaths. If there was a heaven, it has to be just like that.

After a few minutes, your lazy gaze went to the people partying down there, dancing around the swimming pool yet.

"Do you think they have seen anything?"

"For sure", he nodded. "They will have seen your pretty face moaning and me behind you fucking you dumb"

You chuckled in response.

"I like how it sounds"

After cleaned yourself up, you lay down on the bed using Niragi´s chest as a pillow. His fingertips were caressing your still naked body and you raised your head to catch his lips in a soft and slow kiss. When you looked him at the eyes, you couldn´t help but smile at his warm gaze. No matter if you were at the Borderlands or at any other place, when you were with Niragi, you felt like home. He was your home.

"Some things never change, right?", you asked him. "You keep saying you love me before cumming"

"Shut up", he complained. However, it was something that he had done in your first time and in a lot of times after it. He couldn´t help it. "I don't know why it surprises you. It´s not like you don´t love me too"

"Yeah, you´re right", you mumbled. "I do love you, Suguru. And I always will"

You weren´t very emotional. But even though you didn´t often say out loud how much you cared for each other, you knew you both did.

"By the way, remember that blonde girl you couldn´t bang a few nights ago?", you suddenly asked him. "I got in her pants yesterday. She´s mine now"

"Fucking lucky", he complained. "I´m gonna steal from you the next person you have your eyes on"

"Yeah? So I was thinking about taking Chishiya to my dorm next time"

"You must be kidding me", he said. "Or maybe you have hit your head in the game or something like that"

You slightly laughed at his words. Actually, you weren´t talking seriously, you had only said Chishiya´s name because you knew how much Niragi hated him. But maybe it could be interesting; something to try some day.

"Do you think we will ever go home?"

"Why would I want to return to the real world?", he asked. "This place is fucking amazing"

"Yeah, I like it too", you assured him. "As long as I´m with you"

"We will. Forever", he said. "I´m not going anywhere without you, Y/N. And I don’t plan to let you go either"

"Nothing can tear us apart", you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. You smiled warmly as you felt his lips pressing against your forehead fondly.

"You´re right, love. We are indestructible"

[whoreforharlow]

RBF

Author's Note: My first fic for Urban 🥹 So excited to share it with you all! Also, RBF stands for Resting Bitch Face 😑

"You're not funny, Urban," you kept a blank expression on your face, not looking up from your phone. Anyone would think by your tone and demeanor that you were being serious, but Urban could see right past your exterior.

"You're right... I'm hilarious," he teased, his forefinger coming up to poke your cheek, making you swat him away from you.

"Ew, keep those dirty sausages away from me! I don't even wanna know which instabitch they were last in this time." You sneered with disgust, giving him a quick side eye.

"Well, let me see," he took a long, exaggerated inhale of his first two fingers, his chest puffing out before exhaling dramatically, "smells like Amara," he takes another whiff for good measure, "yep, definitely her. Maybe I should call her." He thinks out loud to himself, smirking as he takes in your soured expression.

"You're such a pig, Urban, oh my god." You huff at him in disgust, unbuckling your belt and scooting past him.

"C'mon y/n, where ya goin'? I was only playing!" He could barely get the words out as he chuckled as loudly as the other guys on the jet. You found your new seat settled across from Neelam, who gave you a small smile in greeting before returning to type away at her laptop. You heard him calling you to come back to where he and the others were sitting, but you flipped him off with a dirty look and put on your headphones.

You felt a pang of hurt and jealousy in your chest at the thought of Urban sleeping with a woman that wasn't you, but you quickly pushed those feelings away. He was your friend—that's it, that's all, and that's all it'll ever be. He made that clear to you back in middle school when he was the first man to ever break your heart.

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You two had the same homeroom, study hall, and lunch together. You always thought he was cute and funny, with his crazy sense of style and inappropriate jokes. You were always reserved and quiet so he made a point to come over and bother you, trying to get you to smile and laugh, making it a personal goal of his every time he saw you. Whether it was just a corny knock knock joke, or a jump-scare at your locker that would make you push him away, or him poking your side knowing you were ticklish—whatever he did, it would always earn him an eye roll but he could see the small, shy smile you would try to suppress.

You two had become friends throughout the school year and into the summer. You had opened up a lot more as you became more and more comfortable with him. He'd take you to get frozen yogurt on hot summer days, watch the latest movies on their opening night, and have all nighters binge watching a different series at his house on the weekends. You couldn't help the crush that you started to form on him, with his pretty blue eyes and blond curls, and lips that made you wonder what it would be like to kiss them. Those early teenage hormones making you feel things you had never really felt before.

It wasn't until he invited you to come hang out with him and his friends one day. For the year that you had known Urban, all of your interactions were just the two of you, Urban knowing that you didn't really like being around too many people. This day he had made plans with you, but forgot he had promised to meet up with his friends too. He thought there wouldn't be a reason to cancel on either plan, but instead just invite you along. You were hesitant about it at first, but you decided spending time with your crush would be worth any anxiety you were feeling, plus, you trusted Urban.

He came to pick you up from your house, the two of you walking through your neighborhood a few blocks until you found yourself at his friend's house. The two of you entered, greeting what you assumed was his friend's mom, before going down to the basement where there were about a dozen other people. You recognize some of them from your middle school and gave them a small wave. You weren't the most social person, and when you were anxious you protected yourself by putting on the very best RBF you could muster. Urban kept an arm around your shoulder as he introduced you to the group, and if you weren't so anxious you would have blushed. Your face stayed passive, as you took a seat next to Urban on the couch, giving off a cold, "I really don't want to be here" vibe.

He tried to get you to engage with everyone, trying to get you to loosen up, but you just brushed him off. Every time someone tried to interact with you, you were short and clipped with them, throwing off the energy of the whole kickback. Eventually, Urban excused the both of you, saying he'll catch back up with everyone later. He grabbed your arm, all but angrily pulling you out of there and out to the street. He pulled you away from the house, stopping on the corner before turning to ask you what your problem was and why you were being a bitch to his friends. You scuffed at the insult, taken aback by his harsh tone, and you clammed up.

"Don't call me a bitch, you-you jerk!"

"Well that's how you were acting! They were trying to be nice and you were being so rude!" He defended. "You were acting like you wanted to be literally anywhere else!"

"Well, maybe that's because I wanted to literally be anywhere else but there! We were supposed to hang out, Urby, just us." Your voice got quieter as you said that last part, unable to meet his gaze, feeling shy.

"I know, but I thought that maybe we could hang out with my friends for once. You've never even met them and you just judged them." His voice was calmer now.

"I wasn't judging them!" You insisted.

"You just sat there with your arms crossed like you were better than everyone, y/n. Any game they tried to get you to play, you just turned your nose up at it." Maybe you hadn't realized just how cold you were being, but it was a defense mechanism and you couldn't help it.

"I didn't mean to, Urby. I'm sorry." You looked down at your scuffed up converse sneakers, feeling an unfamiliar ache deep in your chest.

"I don't think I can be friends with someone who doesn't like my friends." He said to you softly.

"B-but, I'm your friend too, Urban!" You whimpered, your heart breaking. You had never gone through a break up before, neither platonic or romantic.

"Yeah, but I've known them longer and they all get along with each other." His adolescent reasoning made sense to you both at the time, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

"I still want us to be friends, Urby." You grabbed his hand gently, but he pulled it away from yours.

"I don't think it's a good idea, y/n. Why don't you go home, I'll watch you from here." He left no room for discussion. You turned on your heel and started walking down the street towards your house, silent tears dropping to the concrete beneath your feet, leaving a trail telling of your heartbreak. He kept his word, watching you walk down until you reached your front steps, taking one last look at your curly haired first love.

The two of you kept your distance from then on, seeing each other occasionally throughout your highschool years in the halls and sometimes in the streets. A lot of time went by for you two, both of you coming into yourselves. You came out of your shell, slowly but surely as you grew older, finding a small group of other ex-loners to befriend. Urban maintained his same group of friends from middle school, give or take a few new faces, but he was the same. You'd occasionally say hi to each other, remaining cordial, but not necessarily friendly. Over the next four years you heard of him and his friends' reputations with the girls in your high school and your town. You were hurt at first, but once you started dating a guy named Tahj, a cute drummer in the school band, during junior year, Urban had left your mind completely.

Years had gone past, the two of you living separate lives without really crossing the other's mind. You held no real hurt feelings regarding the issue, writing it off as just part of the middle school experience. When you ran into him years later when you relocated to Atlanta for work, it was actually nice to see his familiar face. You two ran into each other at a late night taco shop, you and your roommate making a quick stop there on your way home from the club. You two almost didn't recognize each other at first, but laughed it off before exchanging pleasantries. Your heels were killing you and your order was up, so you two exchanged numbers before saying your farewells. Ever since, you two had developed another bond, leading you down the same road as before, falling for the now long haired, blue eyes, dirty blond with the perfect smile.

____

You felt Urban plop down next to you, but you kept your eyes focused on your phone, occupying yourself with responding to work emails. You had taken a few personal days to join Urban on a short trip to LA with Jack and the rest of their friends, but it seemed that some of your coworkers hadn't heeded your Out Of Office memo.

"No work," he said, snatching your phone away and tossing it in the empty seat across from him. You glared at him, but said nothing, crossing your arms and looking out the window at the clouds. You felt him pull your headphones off, placing it on the table behind Neelam's laptop.

"I know you're mad, like actually mad." He stated, knowing that you had two different kinds of "mad" moods. The first one was one he knew he could get you out of with a few jokes, like how you were just minutes ago, and another mad where it would take a lot more for him to get your forgiveness.

"I'm not mad," you dismissed. You weren't mad, you were hurt and jealous. You knew you had no right to be, your friendship with Urban completely platonic, but you couldn't help your feelings.

"Yeah, you are." He sighed. "You wanna tell me what's wrong?" You shook your head, continuing to look out the window. He shut the shade down, trying to get your attention, but instead you decided to recline your seat back, shutting your eyes and getting comfortable. Your peace lasted but a moment before you felt him poke your cheek.

"Urban, I'm serious. Stop." Your voice was stern as you grabbed his hand, forcefully putting it in his lap. He stared at you with soft eyes, grabbing your hand and holding it in his on his lap. You let him, but kept your eyes closed as you shut your eyes again. After a moment you felt him let go, the arm rest between you two being lifted as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him for a hug.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. I didn't mean to push you." He apologized quietly, laying his head on yours.

"It's okay, Urban." You reassured him.

"You know," he broke the silence after a minute, "I didn't sleep with Amara."

"I wouldn't care if you did," you mumbled into his chest, feeling sleepy in his embrace.

"Yeah, you would." He confirmed, making you still. You weren't sure where he was going with it, so you stayed quiet. "The same way it would bother me if you told me you slept with what's his name."

"Sean?"

"Yeah, him."

"Why would it bother you, Urban?" You questioned, pulling your head off his chest, looking up into his eyes. You felt your heart beat a little faster as you anticipated his answer, the slightest bit of hope in your heart.

"Because what man wants the woman he has feelings for to sleep with anyone that isn't him." His voice was soft and vulnerable as he looked down at you. You felt your heart jump to your throat, feeling speechless at his confession; it was a confession you never thought you'd ever hear.

"What are you saying, Urban?" You wanted him to clarify, you wanted there to be no mistaking what he was saying to you.

"I'm saying..." He smiled, "I'm saying I have feelings for your emo ass. I like you y/n, I like you a lot." His cheeks pinked as he spoke, but he held your gaze with a soft smile on his face. "I'm saying I haven't thought about any other girl in a serious way in quite some time because of you." He spoke this part a bit shyly, but this made you narrow your eyes at him and pull away.

"Pft, that's hard to believe considering you end up sleeping with any woman willing to spread their legs for you." You bit out, crossing your arms and facing the window, pulling the shade up to find the now darkened sky. You recalled the nights you would join him and his friends to clubs, Urban eventually being dragged off in the direction of the bathrooms, returning shortly with purpling blotches on his neck and a satisfied expression on his face.

"I said I wasn't thinking of any girls in a serious way, not that I was staying celibate." He specified with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. You just scoffed and rolled your eyes. It wasn't that you were staying celibate either, but you felt that the circumstances were different. You had dated some guys here and there since you and Urban reconnected over a year and a half ago, but you felt like Urban's blatant hypersexual behavior was just disrespectful if he was serious about his feelings towards you.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Urb. Do what you want." You sighed, over the conversation. You felt conflicted, unsure of how to feel about his confession. On the one hand, he's saying he has feelings for you, but his actions told a different story.

"Look, I get it, you're upset-"

"I'm not upset. I don't care." You cut him off, your unbothered demeanor backing up your statement.

"You do care, y/n. Other people might believe that face, but I see through it. You don't have to lie to me, I know you're mad."

"You don't know me." You weakly defended.

"Actually, I do. I know you don't believe my feelings for you are real, and I guess I did do a shitty job of showing it, but they are real."

"Sure, they are."

"They are real!"

"I just said that, Urb."

"Yeah, but you said it sarcastically." This time he grabbed your hand, making you turn your gaze from the window to him. You saw the sincerity in his face, he looked at you with desperate eyes as they pleaded with you to believe him.

"Listen, I fucked up okay. To be honest, I really don't know what I'm doing here." He scratched the back of his neck nervously with his hand that wasn't holding yours. "I already lost you once as a friend, I don't want to lose you again, y/n." You were surprised to hear him say that. "I never did apologize for what happened in middle school. I was a stupid kid and I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have chosen my other friends or made you feel like you weren't my friend. You were my friend, y/n, one of the best friends I ever had and I blew it. I think I was just young and stupid. I'm sorry, y/n, I really am."

"Thank you, Urban. It means a lot to hear that." You were teary at his confession, squeezing his hand tightly. You weren't typically an emotional person, at least not in front of others, but something about this apology hit deep within your inner child that you didn't know was still hurting.

"I'm glad I got to say it, even though you deserved it way sooner, y/n." He whispered with remorseful eyes, bringing his free hand to cup your cheek and wipe away a stray tear.

"You know," you let out a shaky breath, "I-I really loved you back then, Urby. You were the first guy to be nice to me, the only one actually." You blushed with embarrassment. "I thought the absolute world of you, like you could do no wrong. You made me feel so... normal. Even though it ended the way it ended, I've always been grateful for that experience with you." You whispered.

"Urby... I haven't been called that in a really long time," he chuckled lowly, his cheeks reddening at the youthful pet name. You blushed a bit, not realizing you had called him that. "I really missed hearing that." He confessed shyly, leaning in closer to you.

"I'm happy that we met again, y/n. I feel like I'm getting a second chance to make things right. To try again. I know I haven't really done a good job so far," he admits sheepishly, "but it was because I wasn't sure about how you felt about me. I know it's not an excuse, but it's all I've got." He shrugs apologetically. "But I want to try this again, for like the third time at this point." He chuckles lightly, a pleading look in his eyes. You nod to him and immediately he gets up from the seat, walking to the other end of the quiet jet, everyone either asleep or on their phones. He sits in the seat on the far end, making you lean over the seat next to you to look down the aisle at him. As quickly as he had sat down, he was stood back up, slowly walking back to you before stopping in the aisle by your row.

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you sitting here alone. I thought I'd keep a beautiful girl company," he said, making you give him your signature eye roll, the smallest smile playing on your lips. You cross your arms over your chest and look away from him uninterested, masking with your best RBF. He chuckled a little, knowing that this was exactly how you were with strangers who were too forward, but sat down anyway.

"I'm Urban by the way." He stuck out his hand for you to shake. You looked at him with a raised brow, then looked down at his hand, and then back up at his face. You kept your expression cold and rolled your eyes, looking back out the window.

"Y/n," you said, your tone low and uninterested, but Urban could see beyond your facade.

"Are you headed to LA, or is it just a layover?" He asked casually, and this time you had a hard time keeping the smile off your face. You looked at him with comical disbelief.

"You're not seriously going to act like we don't know each other, are you?" You asked him, this whole interaction amusing you.

"Act? What act? Have we met before?" He looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes again, but you found it sweet that he was really trying to do this right. You put back a stoic face, playing along and ignoring him as you would any stranger.

"So... LA?" He began his small talk again, asking you very basic questions that he obviously knew the answers to, and you gave him very short answers, but each time with less and less attitude. He noticed your change in energy, your body no longer facing the window of the plane as it was now angled towards him, your arms relaxed in your lap instead of crossed over your chest defensively, you even gave him a few genuine smiles. Before you knew it, the plane had landed and the two of you followed the rest of the crew out onto the runway, Urban insisting on carrying your duffle bag as usual.

"Well, this is me," he said to you with a hint of faux sadness. "It was really nice meeting you, y/n." He continued, and it took everything in you not to laugh at how into his little performance he was. You both were literally going to the same place in the same car, yet he was acting as if he would never see you again. You knew he was putting the ball in your court, wanting you to extend an invitation to see him again.

"It was really nice meeting you too, Urban." You mused, your cold facade melting away as you shyly stepped closer to him. "Um, if you're ever free while in town, maybe we could meet up sometime." You spoke to him quietly. You knew he would accept, but there was still a dejected part of you that was afraid he wouldn't. His beautiful smile put any anxiety you had to rest.

"Yeah, I'd really like that, y/n."

"I'd really like that too, Urby."

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[muav99]

Drunk confessions with Hyunjin💋

Pt 1. Continued story- Bestfriends to lovers, Hyunjin x reader, Teasing, Good girl kink, Drunk but consensual acts

Flashback to the night prior..

You and hyunjin were having a sleepover!

It wasn’t a rare occasion as you two were nearly attached to the hip. Seeing each other everyday nearly. But nonetheless it was still a fun idea. You headed to the gas station to pick up some snacks.

He grabbed the Soju and you grabbed the Ramen and Tteokbokki. Perfect. And a bag of Cheetos just cause.

You assumed the 4 bottles you got would be fine just for sampling each flavor.

Wrong. Dead wrong.

2 hours later you were screaming Karaoke and the bottles are on the floor all empty except one. Hyunjin giggling and dancing along to your song.

After you’re finale you crashed to the floor a laughing mess.

“Y/n y/n stay sitting down please” hyunjin laughs

“Okayyyy” you respond

“Hmmmmm lets play a game” hyunjin says

“Amazing idea”

“What about we take this last bottle and play truth or drink?” He suggests playfully cocking his eyebrow up and down

“Oh deal hwang” you say and grab the bottle out of his hand

“Okay y/n, so. would you sleep with any of the guys?” He asks giving you that sassy look he always makes

“No” you say almost immediately

“Not even felix?” He teases

“Mmmmm as much as he’s hot, I’m not into him” you say

“Who are you into then?”

“Was that the question?” You sassily respond cocking your head to the side

*He dramatically throws his head back and groans

“Fine. You go.”

“Hyunjin, what’s your ideal type?” You ask kind of curious

“You” he says seriously

“I……..” you go silent

“HA KIDDING” he screeches laughing “Oh I got you y/n”

“Haha ha yeah” you cough out a fake laugh still very shocked and confused. Hyunjin’s one to joke but that felt off. Nevermind. He’s just drunk, so are you.

“Y/n what turns you on?” Hyunjin asks bringing back that cocky look in his eyes

“Ew you don’t need to know” you take a shot

“Awwww come on y/n don’t be a wimp, just one thing” he says pleading

“I already took a shot hyun why…..”

He interrupts you by moving a whole lot closer

“Please”

This is definitely not a friend conversation but okay. You cant deny hyunjin’s puppy dog gaze.

*sigh* You look him in the face “Well….if you must know. Like dirty talk. Or more specifically like positive responses”

“Like what?”

“Why do you…”

“Im just curious” he says breathing on your face a little closer then before

“Ur a perv”

“Hey!!!!!!”

“UGH like good girl, or you’re doing so well or something like that”

“Ohhhhhh i see” he says

“Now lay off and you take a shot too for pestering me.” You say arms crossed making an annoyed face at him

He swigs a big sip of the soju

“Hyunjin, why are you looking at me like that?”

His gaze upon your face is intense. You swear he’s looking from your eyes to your lips to your chest??? But its hard to tell because the whole room is spinning.

“Do you want me to drink again?” He asks you

“Well its that or answer the question”

“Im not sure you want the answer”

“Oh” you start to put it all together in your jumbled brain

Well. Now you’re kinda too curious. You can’t deny you’ve always felt a little something for him. I mean have you seen HIM??

“Tell me” you say hesitantly still unsure of your choice

“Because you’re my ideal type.” He says staring into your eyes

You gulp, anxious about what to even say blankly staring at him in shock

“See Im sorry never….nevermind” he says scooting away from you looking upset

You grab his hand

“No!”

He looks at your hands then up at you

“I just…..how am I supposed to even respond to that. You’re like my best friend and obviously gorgeous but I don’t wanna ruin anything and we’re VERY drunk so…..”

He puts a finger on your lips to stop your rambling

“Do you like me?”

“I mean…….yeah I do”

“Then nothing else matters” he whispers moving back real close to you

He leans in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. His lips taste like cherries and alcohol. And god he can kiss. You always assumed he could but its better then you expected

You both pull apart for a moment. But you didn’t want to let go.

He dives back in engulfing you in his embrace

Kissing you passionately and deeply. Its slowly but sloppy and just sexy. God he’s just sexy. You grab on his arms pulling him closer if possible. You never noticed how toned he truly was till now, and feeling it for yourself.

He lets go to breathe and you both pant noses touching as you rest

“How drunk are you?” He asks sounding concerned now

“A bit but I know what I’m doing” the room starts to be still for a moment and you take that as a green light

“I just don’t want to take advantage of you.” He says

A real man.

You both are equally fucked up and drunk. But you know what your doing and it’s VERY consensual.

“You….are you implying?” You ask a little shy now

“I want you, please” he asks bringing those eyes back

You ache for him

“Yes” you breathe out

“Good girl” he says leaning back in to your lips

Pt.2 coming soon🩷 comment if you want to be tagged!!

[ave09]

confused and screwed

gk!harvey dent x wife!reader

note: takes place in 1x10, this is long overdue considering i didn’t know how to end it and i forgot what happens in the episode😭 i have two more harvey imagines coming today or tomorrow (one is a cute fluff and the other is based on 1x11 and i’m so sad about the finale next week!

you awoke to someone calling your name. “hello?? anyone there?? wake up sunshine!” 

you stirred, trying to focus on whoever was calling you, but receiving a harsh slap to your left cheek ended up doing the trick. 

jolting awake, you tried to figure out where you were. last you remembered, you were walking to your car, you felt a prick in your neck, and everything went black. 

now you were bound to a chair, heavy chains encircling your wrists. panic set in very quickly as you took in the situation. 

beside you, was your husband, harvey dent, wearing a straight jacket, it was a horrid sight. but what stood before you was much, much worse.

“hiya hon, you recognize me?”

you couldn’t believe it. “jane..?” 

“oh, so you do!?” 

you didn’t know her directly, but you knew of her and how harvey had been the one to put her in arkham asylum. “vaguely…” you replied slowly, glancing over at your husband with worried eyes.

beside jane stood a young girl, one who you recognized from the media, duela doe, one of the fugitives who was being framed for killing batman.

“harvey, what-what’s going on?”

“oh met me explain, dear.” you glanced at the woman before you, and there was no denying how afraid you were. she had  this crazed look in her eyes, she was in arkham for being insane, but being face to face with someone like her was terrifying. 

“well you see, i have a bit of a past with your sweet harvey here. turns out he’s got some very dirty laundry.” 

you tilted your head in confusion, eyes narrowing, “what are you talking about?”

“yeah… mom, i don’t really understand. i mean, i get it, he locked you up but i thought that was the extent of it.” duela said. 

at this, jane let out a guttural laugh, “oh my, duela, no. you see…” she took a moment to glance at you, “well, you pay attention to hon. you see, to make a very long story short… i fell for him.”

this confession shocked you.

you and harvey had been together since your sophomore year and his senior year of college. and yet, you’ve never heard of jane like this.

harvey wouldn’t cheat on you. 

you were sure of that.

“i fell for handsome, charming, insatiable, harvey dent.” 

“ew,” duela commented under her breath. but you, you didn’t know what to think. you were never the jealous type. but hearing someone like jane talk about  her husband in such a way, you were physically unable to not be jealous.

“he’d go around, telling everyone he didn’t know me! it was absolutely insane!”

“no, jane, we were not together.” 

“oh please, harvey, i haven’t even gotten to the best part!” jane exclaimed, her voice jumping up octaves. 

“jane, you were obsessed. you sent my secretary a cow tongue! you were delusional!” harvey protested, glancing over at you, he needed you to know that nothing happened.

he needed you to know that he loved you, that he’d never have an affair, not with jane doe of all people.

“let me continue, listen up for this part, mrs. dent, you remember those late nights? where harvey here was out at the office…?” 

slowly, you nodded. afraid that if she didn’t show some form of response, jane would flip.

“well guess what girlie? he wasn’t working nights… he was with me.”

you let out a shakey breath, “w-what..” 

“mhmmm, truth hurts, mrs. dent, but your lovely fiancé was ignoring me by day and fucking me senseless by night.” 

anger pulsed through your veins. you didn’t even know if this was factual, by just the thought of it. it was enough to drive you to the brink of madness. 

“you’re lying.” you spat. 

“oh am i? how would you feel if i told you, it wasn’t just one time. but dozens of times. almost as though he couldn’t get enough.”

duela stared at her mother in confusion, “wait, so.. you and harvey dent here… were a thing? he gaslighted you… into thinking you were crazy but still slept with you..?” 

“mhmm. a two-faced asshole! harvey dent, everyone! the most dangerous man in gotham!” 

“wait… you said my father was the most dangerous man in gotham.”

her father. duela doe was known as the joker’s daughter. 

“ah, well, surprise surprise, my dear, it’s time to meet your real father, harvey dent!”

time around you seemed to freeze completely as the words echoed throughout your mind.

no.

no.

this wasn’t possible.

you glanced over at your husband, who seemed just as surprised as you were. how had he not known? 

but then, you remembered. 

his psychological disorder. he struggled to control it during the time before jane’s sentence, just as he was struggling to control it now.

your harvey wasn’t in control during his time with jane. it was the other one.  

you were so engrossed with your thoughts, that you didn’t notice that jane had retrieved a small handgun from her purse, passing it to duela. 

“now, you can get your revenge. he kept us separated for years. make him pay for it.” 

panic seized you as you pulled against the restraints, “wait! no, don’t do this, please. we can explain!” 

but neither of them was having it.

“come on due, pull that trigger.”

“duela, let me explain please. it was a misunderstanding.”

“he stole your childhood, he stole me away! kill him duela!” 

“no! please!”

BAM! 

a scream tore from your throat as the gun fired, hitting harvey in the chest, throwing him back. 

“no!!” you exclaimed, tears streaming down your cheeks, you glanced at the mother-daughter duo, “what the fuck is wrong with you??” 

jane smirked, approaching you, “more like what the fuck is wrong with you? marrying a guy like that? shame on you.”

you choked back a sob, glancing at harvey’s dying body, “no..” 

“night-night sugar.” 

you felt pain explode in the back of your skull, then everything went black.

[rrxnjun]

okay (cracks knuckles) ik whipping out the laptop means serious business for people our age, so thank you bar🥺 and you answering everything made me emotional so lemme reciprocate......yes I like u, more now

Yes they both are your only smuts and not so explict at that and being non explicit is again wholesome for me and hence more delusion inducing. I love both the type of smuts though, explict because oof it's hot and detailed and it makes me distant enough to not get too attached but if it is emo or angsty then I am doomed. Smut makes me go like ew the characters did the bad and dirty stuff and are not so pure and angelic ewww (for me to not live under their skin XD and be sane). I like smut without plot for sure but verrrry short in length, just for giggles yk, and not like 10 chapters of pure fucking (idk how ppl do that😭), then I need plot because where is the buildup and story and feelings. Implicit because it makes me yearn when I am in the mood to not be sane and detach from reality. But I get your point, usually people feel that way i guess, i m weird and horny bxdjnf.

And oh you did NOT like Liebestraum, whyyyy >:( if i may ask (omg sweet(est) anon let me kiss your feet snjhdd) but thanks so much for actually putting it up here (online friends and meeting ur tumblr anon 3 times irl?????? U live in a movie??? R u not real??? I feel it's possible). And oh OH OH, this is why OMG i get it now!!! because ur own feelings are resembled in Jisung's monologue and summer feels like THAT for you, it felt more real to me. As I said I was born in summer and rain, so it's like a part of me, an essence of mine, to feel and connect so much with the summery blues, so that and ur own resemblance made it suureal and easy for me to connect so deeply (i am SLIGHTLY dramatic) Because yk how usually with y/n fics, I resonate or try to at least with the y/n's feelings or imagine from a 3rd pov but this made me feel what Jisung was feeling throughout as my own feelings 😭🥹🥹, I felt like I was left behind without that last meeting instead of Jisung GODJDJSJSJSJSJ, please I will cry, I even told my roommate about this fic and Liebestraum and everything so randomly (she doesn't even follow kpop now and has only read bts fanfics in the past ), please let me kiss u :3 (My fav season is actually the transition from winters ending to spring to summers (spring is kinda short where I live and fall is even shorter otherwise it would have been my favorite too) so yes basically summers approaching because they are not as hot and I don't have to shiver all the time and I see the sun but to an extent that is pleasant) I feel like where I live it gets super duper hot in summers so ppl lean towards winters more.

And no by ur carrd being cute I didn't mean JUST the template but what you wrote, that was cute, u r cute. And IKR, ik so many 03 liners irl because of class but online? They do not exist. One year older? Yess, one year younger? Tons but same age? NAH . And oohh cool, I just completed my bachelors and now I feel lost, gonna go for Masters Clinical prolly but yes idk what I will do after that either and I dread research and therapy even so yeah maybe diagnostics lol. (I am ahead of u, but probably gonna take a break this year, let's get at the same level then :D). You make me wanna re-test my mbti it's been a while ;)

And I am probably gonna read Potential or the self sabotage one, Chenle yes, I rarely find good stuff about him. Wish me luck, I saw people sobbing in your asks regarding Potential 😭. (Thanks for not getting mad but it's understandable even if u do)

I do not listen to Dominic but I will check that song out, for you, to try n feel what you said <3

Let's be friends, can i try sliding into your dms time to time🤸🏻‍♀️

hihihi happy to hear u like me more now 🫶🏻 i like you too 🤭🤭

AHAHA okay i get you but also i definitely read smuts that made me delusional before... this one smut i read i cannot stop thinking about it IT WAS PWP TOO 😭😭😭 sigh. Yeah 10 chapters of pure fucking is not really my cup of tea either. Its like when the smut count in a fic goes past 2 im like well this is too much isnt it🤨 (and then i realize real ppl fuck and im just being a virgin.)

I will tell my friend u wanna kiss her feet /j HAHAHA yeah we met last october for the first time!! She lives in a country next to mine so periodically we take turns and take a train to each others capital 🥰 it definitely feels like a dream like wow life didnt end at 17 i am 21 now and meeting online friends and travelling and wow. And yeah kinda!! Also i feel that i dislike most of my angst for some reason ??? And i dont really know why if im being honest TT its like maybe i feel a bit pretentious ?? I have no idea its a whole thing 😭😭 but once again i feel very honored that you connected so deeply with a work of mine 🫶🏻 its still baffling to me haha. TELLING UR ROOMMATE IS ALSO ANOTHER LEVEL WHAT

omg i actually dislike spring but also like it at the same time ?? I was born in spring! but i dislike the unreliable weather but also theres something abt seeing the sun after months of winter that cures ur depression a little doesnt it😭😭 it gets crazy hot in summers here too!! Like next wednesday its supposed to be 36°C 😀😀😀😀 im gonna d*e. I would say i prefer winter to summer but i think u couldve guessed that from my previous reply HAHA

DJDJS me? Cute? 🤭🤭 no, YOU are. but you are SOOO right i see so many 04 liners online its crazy. Most of my mutuals on here are 04-05 liners it makes me feel OLDDD. Omg thats so cool 😯😯 i think clinical is too far from my abilities LMAOO but then again idk idk. When i was little i wanted to do psych because of clinical but then i got into uni and realized how difficult it is and how i am a gifted child burnout so :// and i feel like therapy isnt for me it would burn me out too much. I was thinking of art therapy perhaps ?? but the easiest way to get emploeyed would be school or educational psych here so we'll see maybe ill go for that ?? tell me what ur mbti is after!!

AAAA self sabotage i dont really like either (i seem to dislike a lot of my work LMAO) but potential is one of my most fav fics ive ever written 🤍 i didnt really think it was THAT angsty but i kind of treated it as my therapy session lmao so...,.,,. Yeah maybe thats why. hope u like it! I am very proud of it,, it was a spontaneous work of mine but im happy with how it turned out :,)

what kind of music do u listen to?? :oo i am a HUGE dominic fan no one underastands the sunburn album the way i do </33 hope u like it if u listen to it:)

LETS BE FRIENDS !! u can slide into my dms any time altho i am uhh not really as active on this blog lately ((since i made my other one this has been collecting dust. Shame on me 😭😭😭😭) but i will try to get back to u asap !! (Or we can talk on discord?)

[taelovesjohnny]

Muted ( The Outsiders) Chapter 15 Love Is Hard For Everybody

I can tell Alley wants soda. Its hard you know, hes my best friend and my brother, and when we were kids we used to do everything together. but as he's gotten older, he's gotton more focused on girls, and im not saying that as a brat way, im saying that as i want to have fun with my brother without having some brat of a girlfriend ruin it. Im not saying Alley is a brat, im saying, that sandy was a brat, and i dont want to have soda have another heartbreak. again not saying Alley would do that but still.

I had a realtionship once. It was so bad, i mean the worst. His name was William. Very basic to everybody. He pressured me into having sex, and then he left me the next day. he was an ass-hole. he told me and i quote, " It was fun last night, but your not the type, too protective." yeah, he's on my hit list. for sure. 

I could feel myself fadeing from the gang, in a way i did not want, but i didn't know how to stop myself. I felt like if i didn't do something, i would loose soda, and if i did do something, i would loose Alley, neither of which i wanted to do, so i guess i would loose both of them in their love game. God love is hard. I found myself hanging out more, with Johnny or Two-bit or even Steve. Which almost everybody was confused with because we had a love hate realtionship if you know what i mean. but soda didn't seem to mind, neither did Alley, and that made me sad.

i've always been a very low self-esteem kind of person, i didn't have any. and i would get most of it from soda, so i guess thats part of the reason that i have been falling away from the gang. and you might think im jealous. nope, not at all. Soda has the right to have anybody he wants, thats why i didn't say anything about him and sandy. its not my place, to put him in his place. thats darry's job. i really dont know what i am going to do.

the door slammed shut, and that brought me out of my trance. 

Dallas winston, of course, the one the only. We have come to terms actually, which is kinda hard to believe. 

Flashback:

"Hey baby, can i talk to you, in private?" dallas asked

i nodded.

" listen i know that what i did was wrong, and i want another chance. i want us to forget what happened, so we can be friends. i want to try this. please."

I nodded

" awesome!"

end of flashback

to you it might seem, like it was really stupid of me, to just asume that he was gonna be nice. but im one to give second chances. so deal with it.

" Hey baby, wanna go to a party with me?" he asked sitting down besides me, and grinning like a cheshire cat.

I pretended to think about it, and then i nodded.

" Really, your gonna go out to a party with the dude who raped you??" Alley came in from the kitchen, probably kissing soda.

I nodded. yes i was, maybe i could get drunk and forget about all this crap going on in my life. 

" thats litterally the worst thing you could do right now, do you know that?" Alley screamed.

I cocked my eyebrows. i could think of worse.

" oooooooooh, Millie's going on a date tonight!!" Two-bit smiled as he pointed that out.

 i went up and smacked him upside the head.

" it's not a date two, its a little thing for friends." dallas pointed out THAT fact.

" then why am i not going?" he asked

" ew, you think that you are our friends?? you got to be drunk two-bit" steve butted in.

This was gonna be fun. with alley fuming, soda trying to calm her down, two-bit laughing, steve joking, and dallas being dirty, yes it was gonna be one hell of a night.

[slendytubbiesdeaddove]

Filth Chapter 2

Waking up in the dream realm wasn’t unusual, the pain in her stomach was the new thing. She wasn’t sure if it was just a stomach ache.

Though Laa-Laa could vaguely remember Tinky talking to her about menstruation a few years ago. And the days where he would just stay in his room and the times she did see him, he would be holding his belly with whines of pain.

And she remembered the talk about blood, and that he was telling her then so she wouldn’t be fully panicked when it happened.

So she isn’t freaking out because of the menstruation itself, but because Tinky was supposed to be helping her with it, instead she’s underground with a weirdo. That apparently has been watching them to write down stuff as if they’re bunnies in a cage.

Double ew.

The yellow Teletubby kicks her legs as her eyes sting with tears. Pain or fear, she wasn’t sure.

She blinks when she realizes she’s no longer on the floor. Black fur pressed against her front now.

Though she was taller than seven now, still compared tiny to Shadow. She pushes herself until she was sitting on his hand even as she winced.

“Are you okay Laa-Laa? Did he hurt you?” His white eyes couldn’t really find anything physical on her, probably due to the size difference.

Laa-Laa sighs. “I almost wish that’s what’s happening, anything better than this menstruation thing. I don’t want to bleed in front of that creep. He already doesn’t understand the concept of personal space.”

She narrows her brows as a strange tingling sensation creeps on her chest. “Ugh, he might be waking me up, if he’s touching my chest, I’m going to slap him.”

The last thing she saw was the demon’s look of anger and disgust.

...She did exactly what she promised.

“OW!” Guardian, that’s what he claimed his name is, shrieks in pain.

She’s literally only thirteen, how pathetic and weak is this boy?

“Why the hell are you touching me?!” She wrinkles her nose.

“I thought I smelled blood.” He rubs his cheek.

Shit.

She glances down at her shorts and thinks she can spot the darken spot where the blood is.

Oh no. This could NOT be happening.

For some reason he continued to stay in his spot.

“It’s not anything fatal, you can go back to your creepy job.” She also suddenly needed to go to the bathroom.

You know, that thing he doesn’t have!

She hisses through clenched teeth as she writhed with pain.

He frowns, looking as if he was concerned but Laa-Laa knew he didn’t have any real concerns. If he did, he wouldn’t be okay with her being here.

“You seem to be in pain, you sure we shouldn’t make sure you didn’t hurt yourself accidentally?” He slightly moved his hand downwards.

“Ew no, you’re not looking at my private parts!” She presses her thighs together and cringes when she fee;s something sticky press against her fur.

Yep, blood.

“But I smell blood!” He can’t seem to fucking understand no one wanted to be touched by dirty hands by probably a creepy pervert.

“I don’t want you touching me with your filthy hands!” She had a feeling he would not be leaving until he had official confirmation she wasn’t wounded. “...I’ll prove it but still you no touch or else I’ll slap you again.”

Guardian pouts and sulks a bit but nods. Ugh it was so creepy how much he wanted to touch her.

She felt so gross and disgusting as she tried her best to tug her shorts and underwear down with one hand. She almost wanted to vomit and cry at the same time. Of course the underwear was covered in blood.

“See? I’m not hurt, it’s just menstruation!”

“...That thing Tinky talked to you about? I typed it down but I didn’t really understand what it meant.”

Laa-Laa squints at him as she closes her legs. “No one has ever talked about it with you?” Well, he was a guy so why would anyone need-

“I do that weirdo thing too, but I thought it was just a me thing, I didn’t know there was a word for it.”

...So he’s like Tinky. A boy who goes through it.

“But no, I was only told how to use the computer, cameras, and how to write and read.”

The fuck? If they had met a different way, she maybe would have pitied him.

BUT finally he got up and went back over to his creepy work desk.

Laa-Laa quietly groans. Every month she was going to bleed in front of him? COOL. She couldn’t do anything about this other than bleed on the cold ground.

Her ball had been brought down here as well, but it was at a distance where she could only look at it, not even touch it with her toes.

What has she done to deserve this?

[livingmess-doingherbest]

WHY IS MY COUNTRY TRENDING ON TUMBLR???

[beskar-cowboy]

are you lonesome tonight?

Summary: Deep in New Mexico on an aimless road trip, you meet retired agent Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels one night in a local bar. (6.9k words) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Jack Daniels x f!reader 

Warnings: NSFW, smut, angst, smoking, drinking, age gap (difference not specified), oral (f receiving), minimal plot for the western vibes, feelings if you squint, praise AND dirty talk cause it’s Jack Fuckin’ Daniels

Jack doesn’t usually stray away from home like this. It’s not like him to wander, to willingly get lost, in his mind, and now in the desert.

Step away from the job. Go home Whiskey, they had told him, you need to relax.

He is getting old. His back gets sore easily now, aches more often - especially after a mission.

Maybe they’re right. Maybe he does need to stop, slow down, smell the fuckin’ roses for once.

So he heads West. For whatever reason.

He doesn’t know where he’s going - he doesn’t think he ever did, certainly not after losing her… and their unborn child - but now he’s really, purposefully lost, headed towards some unknown, unseen beacon - he’s pulled towards it like a siren song.

Maybe this’ll make him relax.

***

You’re outside Amarillo, you know that for certain. But you can’t remember passing the stateline, out of Texas and into New Mexico.

You know you passed it, you must have, you must be in New Mexico by now but when you think about it really hard you think you might still be in Texas.

It’s flat out here, not a lot of mountains - everything looks the same, it makes driving tedious and tiresome. The green hue of the dashboard clock reads midnight and you think it’s time to pull over for the night.

You come up on a town, the billboard reads San Jon. Bright lights in the distance spell out ‘motel’ and fuck it, thats good enough for you.

The parking lot is lonesome. There’s a bar across the street - it’s too enticing. You think you might as well get something to drink, calm your mind before you tuck in for the night.

The lights are warm inside, dim and inviting - something you weren't expecting in a place like this but you sigh a breath of relief when you sit yourself down at the quiet bar.

Quiet music and even quieter chatter fills the room, you feel out of place but not uncomfortable. You just want one drink, maybe two, then you’ll head up to the motel and pass the fuck out before you start driving again tomorrow. Easy. Simple.

The bartender makes his way over to you, a much older man with white hair, a sweet face. His southern twang is sort of cute when he asks you what you’d like.

“Jack and coke, please.” You smile. He nods politely.

There’s only one other man sitting at the bar, at the complete opposite end of it compared to you. You make brief eye contact with him - he’s handsome, it’s awkward.

He wears an old fashion cowboy hat - tacky, you think. He’s got a dark, strong mustache, deep eyes. He’s pretty.

He smiles at you but you’ve already turned away, far too tired and too easily flustered for… that.

The bartender returns promptly with your drink and you hand him a few bills, really set on only having one drink tonight but he shakes his head.

“Already paid for, sugar.”

Fucking perfect.

You can already feel him moving towards you, already feel the way his words will grate against your ears, send your stomach churning and the superficial attraction you might have felt from one quick glance dissipating completely.

He sits down next to you and the barstool squeaks with age. You visibly cringe.

“Did I come over too fast?” Voice like honey, it’s sickeningly smooth. He’s a sweet talker type, you already know it.

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink.

He gets comfy in his seat, watching the way your throat bobs with the cold alcohol.

Jack and coke, a funny choice, he thinks to himself. A damn funny coincidence.

“It’s hard - startin’ a pretty conversation with a pretty lady.” He says and you audibly scoff as you down your drink.

Ew, old man’s clearly out of practice.

“And I guess I’m off to a rough start, aren’t I?” He chuckles, enjoying the struggle it seems.

You scoff again, speaking quietly “I’ll say.”

Jack smiles to himself, pleased that he’s managed to entice you enough to weasel out a snarky little comment. He likes this little attitude of yours.

His sharp tongue flicks against the inside of his mouth as he shoots out a whistle. You snap your head in his direction, ready to berate him, ready to slap him in his face for whistling at you but he’s turned away towards the other side of the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention.

He’s cocky, too loud, too confident. You hate it - you can feel him overcompensating for something.

You take another swig of your drink as you glance at his side profile, fighting the urge to knock off his stupid fucking cowboy hat that hides so much of his face in a shadow thats too dark for this warm bar.

Cowboy’s got a scar running down the back of his neck, your eyes can’t help but follow it down, down, down until it’s cut off by the leather of his jacket. It’s whiter than the rest of his tanned skin, but it doesn’t look fresh. It looks more like an old wound, white and raised with time.

His head turns back, eyes catching yours and you nearly choke on your drink. Fuck are his eyes deep. He smiles like he notices the slight hitch in your throat, the way your chest heaves on an inhale while you awkwardly swallow down your drink.

“Name’s Jack.” He smiles, something tooth-rotting-ly sweet.

Jack - his butter sweet voice rings in your ears and bubbles in your tummy and leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You chase it with your drink.

You don’t offer him your name in return - he takes it in stride.

“You a long ways from home?” He presses all too casually, his own drink being placed down in front of him.

You don’t answer, you just swirl the drink around in your glass, watching the ice cubes melt with every second that passes. Jack grows awkward, he fidgets in his chair and takes another swig from his shallow glass, letting the alcohol burn on its way down.

“Come on, where ya from, darlin’?”

“Nowhere.” You grumble, nervously twisting in your own chair, letting the squeaking become louder than your own voice.

Maybe he’ll leave you alone if you keep curving him, maybe then he’ll get the message. Men aren’t always so good at that.

The old cowboy laughs with his chest, nothing too loud, just amused - it makes your cheeks hot. He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a carton of cigarettes. He smiles as he opens them, placing one between his lips before looking at you inquisitively, offering you one. You look away.

He takes an exaggeratedly long drag, making a real show of it, “Nowhere,” he repeats, “how poetic of you.”

Smoke spills from between his parted lips and out his nose, it’s all too mesmerizing.

“Like you go around telling strangers where you’re from.” You scoff, keeping your voice low out of disinterest.

The sweet scent of his tobacco warms your chest and - oh fuck off, it’s just the alcohol.

“Jackson, Tennessee.” He smiles, all shiny and proud as he holds his cigarette between two calloused fingers and gripping his drink with the others, taking another swig. You do the same.

You weren’t expecting him to answer, but he could just as well be lying. Men lie, men lie, men lie, he has less to worry about than you, you have to remind yourself. Men lie all the time - it’s easy for them.

“Well, aren't you a long ways from home?” You sneer, a mean smile pulling at those goddamn lips of yours. You mirror his words from before, Jack doesn’t miss the fact that you remembered them.

“Could say the same about yourself.” He smiles, something soft and quiet.

Jack can always tell when someone’s out of place, when they’re unfamiliar with their surroundings, trying to constantly find a way to ground themselves, feel secure, safe, root themselves into something so they don’t blow away from the sheer force of the land. He got way too good at that at Statesma-

No. He’s here to forget that.

You don’t answer him, either way, your lack of an answer is answer enough for the old cowboy. You roll your eyes, taking another swig from your quickly depleting drink.

Jack seems to notice, he calls the bartender over again and you try to tell him no, but he insists that it’s on me, girl.

You sigh, too easily defeated and - embarrassingly - needing another drink. You’ll sleep better with a second, your sleep will be dreamless with a second, you tell yourself.

“Same thing, please.” You ask the bartender quietly, near bashful.

Jack smiles at you while you order, you notice it from the corner of your eye and it makes you tick, makes your leg bounce up and down with unkempt nerves and you wish you could just get up and leave but you really want that second drink now.

You definitely do not want to see how far this will go, how far he’ll push you. No, no, no it’s not that, it’s definitely not that, he’s just some small town, honky tonk, old fucking-

“I know you.” He smiles and your stomach drops, heart pounding.

“What?” You ask, too harsh, too sharp.

Sore spot there - Jack makes a mental note to stay away from whatever that is.

“I said, I know you.” He repeats against his own judgement.

You stare blankly, trying to think of where he could possibly know you from. You’d remember his face if you’d seen it before, you’d remember him.

“Yeah,” He says around a chuckle, cheeks sucking in as he inhales the smoke, shooting it back out through his nose, “I know you, you’re uh, a cowboy.”

You laugh, you laugh so hard you nearly snort out your drink through your nose. You laugh so hard even the bartender turns his head. Jack can tell it's not friendly, it's a laugh that's meant to ward off strangers, meant to belittle him, make fun.

Too bad he likes it.

He knows you mean to shoot daggers right through him and scare him away but stupid old Jack thinks he’s never heard a sound so sweet.

“A cowboy?” You repeat through a laugh, your nerves dissipating.

His way of talking makes your stomach get all fluttery, makes your face hot and your cheeks start to go numb. Or maybe it's the alcohol, probably the alcohol.

“Yup,” he nods, “A cowboy indeed. A bandit, some might say.”

You laugh again and he smiles back. He’s not entirely wrong.

You have your reasons for running into the desert. You have your own people you hide from, your own things you hunt for.

There is a reason you’re out here, all too far from home, lost in the desert, purposefully losing yourself - things you’re trying to forget.

Maybe Jack knows those things too.

His eyes are warm, soft things that stare too deeply into your own. It’s too late at night for those types of looks, he’s treading on dangerous territory and he knows it, you know it.

But the night grows darker and so do your eyes. Eventually you stop pushing him away as your drink settles in your gut - something like liquid courage burns through you and makes you feel bright and stupid and giddy despite the creeping darkness.

“A bandit.” You repeat, laughing and shaking your head.

Jack’s cigarette smoke has turned sweet, enticing and warm. Everything about him is warm, how can a stranger be so warm? You feel like you’re subconsciously leaning into him - a moth to the flame. Helpless, lost, in need of some sort of waypoint and he’s the brightest thing in the sky with those white fucking teeth of his.

So you let him talk and damn that mouth of his, you don’t think this man ever shuts up. He talks a big game, an obvious flirt - a bad one - but he tries nonetheless and it makes you nervous, like a dog before a storm.

You guess he can’t be all that bad if he’s got you so silently flustered, face hot and thighs aimlessly rubbing against the other. Something is building inside and it scares you.  

He’s handsome - that’s indisputable - you recognized it from the moment you saw him from across the bar.

Jack is good looking, way too handsome to be out here in some dingy bar, throwing corny pickup line after corny pickup line at you like he doesn’t have years of practice over you, like he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“What are you even doing here?” You blurt out, your lips loose and soft - you couldn’t have held in your burning question even if you tried. Jack smiles, admiring his third or fourth glass of dark liquor instead of looking at you.

Why do you look so lonely? Jack thinks.

“My job, they uh, thought it’d be good fer me to… get out of the office.” He says instead.

You hum, understanding and eyeing the way his eyes look somber even though he continuously smiles.

“Their idea of forced retirement I think.” Jack chuckles sadly.

“Retirement?” You say, astonished. How old is this guy?

Jack nods his head. “Retirement comes early in my line of work, sweet pea.”

You pause. Absorbing that information. And the nickname. You wonder what he does, or did, for a living. For some reason you’re afraid to ask.

Your belly flutters - he’s let something loose in you, something you tried to drown long ago but arises simply and stupidly at the use of a term of endearment. You’re not used to this sort of attention.

Not aware you had been staring, Jack shuffles awkwardly in his chair, becoming flustered himself.

“Now, don’t go lookin’ at me like that darlin’.”

“L-Like what?” You scoff, looking back down at your own drink, away from him.

“Like I’m some old man.”

Your heart clenches. Something else does too.

“Are you not?” You poke.

Jack chuckles. “Guess I’m damn well old enough for my back to be hurtin’ like this.” He groans, arching his back, flexing his arms to deepen the stretch.

His biceps pull the fabric of his jacket incredibly tight while the white of his t-shirt rides up over the softness of his gut.

More tanned skin - he’s not incredibly toned, you find yourself not minding that. You think you like it actually, it makes more sense on him, makes more sense that he’s secretly soft.

It’s almost… endearing. Fuck.

You look away quickly, taking another swig of the harsh liquor that hardly burns on its way down anymore.

“You book a room at the motel?” He asks, pointing behind you, in the direction of the motel across the street.

“Not yet.” You answer tentatively, shooting silent daggers through him at his promiscuous question.

It’s his way of asking, and you don’t tell him no. You both acknowledge it.

It goes quiet between the two of you for the first time tonight - other than when he first approached you.

You only notice the music playing softly in the background now - something homey and painfully southern. Jack seems to notice it too.

“Wanna dance?” He asks, smiling. You burn.

Your eyes dart from his to the cigarette pack still laying on the bar. You want one, you want to dance but… but not with him.

That’s what you tell yourself.

The longer the song plays, the more your head feels all loopy. You need a cigarette. It’s been ages since he offered you one - maybe hours - but you sort of just want to take one to get him talking again. You can’t handle this awkward silence.

You don’t want him to leave. You don’t want to bore him - you don’t know why.

So you sneak your hand towards the pack and slide one out, placing it between your lips and lighting it up yourself before giving him back his lighter. You stand from your seat and Jack watches with wide eyes, mindlessly finding the pocket on his leather jacket and dropping the lighter in it - all the while watching you walk away from him.

The smoke burns your throat, stings your eyes but you inhale deeply, welcoming the headrush.

You walk out onto the floor, it’s not a dance floor, but you don’t plan on dancing. You don’t. You don’t.  

But the song comes to you, you let the cigarette dangle between your lips and your arms go up above your head. You sway - you dance and you don’t look at Jack even though you know he’s staring, you know every lonely man in this place is.

Jack stands, slowly approaching you, tentatively, with his tail between his legs in submission, like a sorry old dog. You feel his body near yours before you see it, you think your eyes are closed, maybe it’s just really dark in here.

“Can I?” He asks, one hand skimming your hip, barely touching you. Your flesh burns under his touch - you think you need it.

You nod your head, grabbing his other hand and placing it on your hip.

Jack nearly cradles you to his chest, unafraid of wrapping his arms around you and holding you so fucking close - too close. You feel like you could suffocate.

You wedge your cigarette between two fingers before bringing your own arms around his neck, putting in just as much effort into holding him close.

And you just stay like that for however long you do - holding each other and not saying a word.

It makes sense, for whatever reason. Makes sense to have him holding you like this, his unfamiliar body feeling so fucking good and warm pressed up against yours, holding you in his strong arms, swaying you along with him.

He smells like pine, leather and something burnt, smokey - it gives you a head rush stronger than the fucking cigarette. He smells so good, feels so good - you squish yourself to him, something prickling at your eyes and fuck, aren’t you a sorry sight? Crying in the arms of a stranger.

“Don’t kiss me goodbye.” You whisper. Jack leans in closer to you, nudging his head with yours and you feel his lips ghost along the side of your face, mustache rasping against your soft skin.

“Whatd’ya mean, pretty girl?” He grits, voice gone all deep and dark and quiet. You quiver in his arms, clenching for it already.

“Tomorrow morning… don’t kiss me goodbye, okay?”

Your bodies stop moving and you let your hands fall into his. He seems to have gotten it now - as he rushes you to the door of the bar, out into the cool air of the desert night and towards the motel across the street.

It hits you like a wall, the fresh air. Enough to make the alcohol dissipate in your system and the smoke from your eyes. You drop the stub end of your cigarette onto the asphalt and kill it with the heel of your boot.

Fuck do you want him. Even out here, even with fresh air filtering out the smoky haze. You can see him more clearly now, see him for what he is; a stranger, a man you don’t know - an older man and fuck it you want him. You still want him.

“I’ve never done this before.” You blurt and he turns around, squeezing your hand tight in his, almost in a panic.

“Are you-”

“No, not like that, I mean- I just meant I’ve never slept with someone I… that I just met.” You stumble like a damn fool, trip over your words and you worry you fucked it all up.

You worry he’ll realize he’s too old for you, too tired, too fed up with this fucking life of his and leave you on the side of the highway and when the fuck did you become so hung up on this stranger. You hate it - you decide you hate him. You hate Jack.

But the old cowboy laughs. He laughs and comes up real close to you again and his face shines in the neon light of the motel sign. He’s so close but he doesn’t touch you, not quite.

“Well, that makes you the best of us.” He smiles, eyes all squinty and dark.

“Jack,” You practically purr and he melts on the spot, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

It’s the first time you’ve said his name all night. His face twitches at the way your lips and tongue curl around the four letters, the way you practically breathed it like it was the most natural thing ever. Jack watches you melt as he places his hand on your cheek, as he cups your face in his much larger hand. You go into it too instinctually.

He’s so warm and it’s so cold out here in the desert.

“Sshh, pretty girl,” he purrs back at you, cutting you off with soft mouth sounds and pulling you close. Your breath hitches in your throat as your chests bump. He leans down and nudges his strong nose against your own.

“I’m just teasin’ ya.” He smiles one final time before pressing his lips to yours.

***

Jack kisses you like it’s nothing. Like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done, like he’s done it before, countless times actually. Like he knows the way your lips would glide against his, the way his mustache would grate at your skin but it makes you that much more desperate for him.

Jack kisses you like he knows you, like he’s known you, like is the best thing and the only thing he’s good at and you moan against his mouth - you can’t help it; you’ve never been kissed like this before.

Both of your clothes are scattered throughout his room, the inside of your thighs still burn with the leftover, minute grate of his mustache but it’s somewhat soothed now - with your slick coating both of your lower halves, more spilling out of you as Jack pulls orgasm after orgasm from you with too much ease. He’s too good at this, too good at fucking you.

Like he knows you.

“Jack-” You moan, voice broken and hoarse and punched out of you by his cock in your belly.

He’s got you on your knees, face down, smushed in the pillows as he plows into you from behind, hands warm and soft and strong and bruising on your hips, pulling you into him again and again as you wail helplessly into the muffling fabric.

“Fuck thats- that’s so good.” You cry, hands fisting the sheets, desperate to anchor yourself to something.

Jack hums something content, proud. He’s been giving it to you like this for an hour now, maybe more, you don’t know anymore. Everything’s begun to blend together except the harsh, unforgiving spearing of his thick cock in your slick, velvety heat.

He had begged for it, you told him he didn’t have to, didn’t have to go down on you because guys didn’t always like that but he asked so nicely. And who were you to deny this old cowboy of a good meal anyways?

He wanted it, wanted it so bad and he watched the way you swallowed his fat fingers, the way you cried and arched into him, swivelling your hips to let him fuck you better and he licked up everything you gave him - pleading with you for another one, another orgasm.

“Perfect lil’pussy, so fucking good - such a good girl, lettin’ me have you like this,” he had praised you and you weeped as his tongue lapped through your folds, as he properly ate you, drank from you like he was fucking starving.

His twang had gotten thicker, his voice dropping multiple octaves and it did nothing but make you thirstier for him - bled you dry like the surrounding desert.

Jack pummels into you without relent, body bending over yours to fuck down into you and you sob helplessly into the pillow, fingers going pale from how desperately you try to latch onto something, anything.

You scramble underneath him but he pins you down with the sheer force of him and sweet words and you melt back into place, desperate for him to call you a good girl one more time, please Jack, I’ll be so good I-I promise, please.

***

You weren’t expecting anything - not from him, not from the situation. He could’ve just finished on your stomach, on your back, your ass, inside of you for all you care - rolled over, reached for his cigarette pack and that be it. You would have gotten up, got dressed, and gone downstairs to get your own room. That’s what you were planning on doing.

But Jack didn’t cum, maybe he wasn’t done with you quite yet.

He lit up a cigarette, took one long drag, chest expanding erratically, still trying to catch his breath, stretching scratched up ribs as he offered you a shower.

He tells you he’ll join you in a second, probably just wants to finish his cigarette but you momentarily think he’ll get up and leave you alone to find his own room. Either way, it makes no real difference to you - you head for the shower.

You keep the lights off, not wanting them to blind you, wake you up from this dream state. The moonlight comes in through the small window in the shower, you decide it’s enough for you.

You turn the water coolish, enough to calm down a bit but not too much to freeze. You step in and let it cool and soothe your sex hot skin.

You wash away the mess between your legs, most of it your own slick and maybe Jack’s saliva, buried deep inside of you still from how thoroughly he had fucked you, pushing it deeper and deeper. You whine a little at the thought.

The bathroom door creaks and Jack smiles at the sight - you, standing underneath the steady stream, having not bothered to draw the curtain - you left it open for him.

You feel different now, almost embarrassed at him observing you like this even though he had just stared into the depths of your gaping cunt for the past hour or so.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He says all suave, like how he had spoken back in that quiet bar.

“Hi.” You squeak back, feeling so unlike yourself, so not brave like you had been earlier.

You think he’s the gorgeous one. Sweat damp hair, curling around the frame of his face - flushed cheeks, tanned, marvelous skin. You can see his scars more clearly now, see how they wrap around so much of his skin, paler in comparison to his golden body.  

Early retirement, he had said. What did that mean, what did he do?

His cock hangs between his strong thighs, below his thin waist. He’s still hard. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight.

You catch his eyes, they’re dark, still hungry and starved and you back up to make room for him in the modestly sized shower. There’s enough room for two, but he still comes to be pressed right up against you.

He’s quiet - you both are as you just sort of stare at the other. You don’t know what time it is, the night outside has gone pitch black and you’ve lost any sense of time, almost forgotten what state you’re in. Was it Texas or New Mexico? Maybe you made it out to Nevada...

Jack’s fingers find your waist, just resting there, trailing tentatively - like he’s checking that this is okay, that you’re comfortable even after fucking you into the matress for the past couple of hours.

You hum, appreciative of the cool water in contrast with his large, warm, southbound hand.

His fingers glide through your glossy folds, your leftover arousal clear and distinct from the water - it’s thick, slippery, Jack can smell it seeping from you.

You arch into his touch willingly, leaning back against the cool tiles of the shower, gasping at the sting and canting your hips up into his touch, presenting yourself to him.

Jack smiles, wicked, evil. You’ve become so easy, open for him. He’s more than appreciative, less than deserving.

He doesn’t know what he did to make you bend to his will like this, he knows he’s got experience, he knows he’s got years on you but why did he deserve this, why? What did he do?

Jack doesn’t believe in karma, never has, never will. But he touches you like he’s known your body, and you both gasp and breathe into the other's mouth, sharing your oxygen amongst the cool pitter patter of the shower and you begin to fall apart on his fingers again.

He glides two fingers into your sore cunt, stuffing you full of him again and you moan something broken, sucking in his fingers greedily and Jack groans at the snug fit and Christ, how had he managed to fit his cock in there, how did you take him over and over again? Two fingers feels like too much for you yet you whine and buck into it.

Jack grinds his fingers into you, pleading with you to cum, cum fer me, just like this, sweet girl. Can you do that fer me? Can you let me feel it?

“Yeah, Jack- fuck.”

It’s so much. His fingers are thick, wide things and you can feel how he stretches you with them, scissors them to make room for his cock which bobs and twitches against your thigh. He’s so fucking hard, you’re desperate to feel him inside you again, you need it you need it you need it-  

“N-Need it, please.” You whisper, head foggy and glazed over with arousal, with want for this man.

Your nails dig into his biceps, both of them flexed hard - one hand digging around in your cunt, carving you out while the other keeps you steady, tucked under your arm and wrapped around your back, pressing you between him and the wall. You’re cornered, you’re done for.

“Jack-”

“That’s it, baby, that’s it.” He coos, voice gone soft and drippy like honey and you’re gone.

You squeeze his fingers tight, suffocate them, clenching around him like you’ve known nothing else and you cum on his fingers, soaking him and collapsing forward as you tremble in his embrace.

Jack leans back slightly, shifting his weight to accept yours. Your arms curl in between your bodies, as if shielding yourself and his go down, along your body to cage you against him, hands coming down to grope your ass.

He pulls at the soft, pliable flesh, growling in your ear as you still come down from your high. With sticky fingers, his hand comes down onto your ass, striking the flesh and feeling it jiggle back into place. You jolt into him, crying out at the harsh sting and Jack’s gone feral, needing to consume you again.

“Get back into bed.” He orders.

“Jack I’m still, I’m-” Drenched, soaking from the shower.

“I don’t care, girl,” He growls, teeth nipping at your ear lobe. “I want you wet.”

You laugh breathlessly, overwhelmed by his need for you yet needing to satisfy your own.

You lazily kiss at his neck before pulling yourself from his arms, dripping as you step out of the shower and onto the tile floor of the bathroom. You look back at him to find him watching you with careful eyes, surveying your every move. You turn back and head for the bed.

Tile turns to old carpet, you cringe as you soak it with each step. You launch yourself onto the bed, laying on your back - your cool skin pebbles in contrast to the warm desert air of the motel room.

Jack emerges from the doorway, body strong, lean but soft and pudgy - he looks like a fucking statue and you nearly lose your breath.

He stalks to the side of the bed, sitting down near your head. His broad shoulders and back are to you but he turns - hand coming to cradle your cheek as he looks at you over his shoulder. It’s far too tender of a look for what he’s about to ask of you.

“Will you let me try somethin’?”

“Yeah, Jack.” You say with such trust in your voice - a trust he doesn’t deserve.

Like you’ve known him, like you’ve been lovers.

Reaching for his worn jeans, Jack leans down and pulls a handle from the waist band, something you hadn’t noticed till now, something dark and long.

He keeps pulling - a whip, lasso, something like that.

Your body responds immediately, hips arching into nothing and goosebumps erupting across your flesh at the mere suggestion.

Jack’s no idiot - he sees the way your eyes go dark - swallowed up by the eclipse of your blown out pupils. He sees it, can fucking smell it leaking from you from where he stands.

“Yeah?” He asks again, making sure.

You nod with doe eyes.

Jack climbs back on top of the messy bed, coming near to your body and you need him, need him to use you. “Let me hear ya say it, sweet girl.”

“I want it, please.” You say too quickly and he smiles.

He yanks your arms above your head, stretching you all nice and long for him. He takes your hands in his and makes you hold onto the bar of the old bed frame - you keep them there. He rounds up the lasso in his hands and you whine, back arching into his body which looms wide and strong over yours, waiting, desperate and wanting.

Jack traces the strong rope across your body, along your stomach and you curl into it, writhing as it leaves a trail of goosebumps, raised and tender flesh in its wake.

“W-Where’d you get it?” You whisper again, asking in a voice so small and curious it makes his cock twitch. Jack smiles, pleased.

“Souvenir from work.”  

Jack suddenly whips the lasso and you gasp in shock as it burns like fire across skin - your wrists bound in place, to the bed frame with almost no effort on his part.

Jack smiles, pleased with his handiwork.

He wants to know you like he knows the back of his hand.

***

Legs bent up high, knees pressing into your breasts, you’ve been thoroughly fucked numb. But Jack is relentless.

You’re wet and sticky and tired from it all, strung out thin and exposed like a live wire, burnt raw and tender. You can take no more, you’re not sure Jack can either - but neither of you stop, neither of you want to.

He’s removed the lasso from your wrists, having been desperate to feel you cling to him, scratch him up and remind him that he’s real, that this is real.

Jack’s sweet to you near the end, when he’s cum two or three times and you six or eight - you don’t know anymore, you’ve lost track of everything.

He’s so sweet and tender and just fucking kind to you. Lips pressed tightly to your skin, mustache rasping against your skin, Jack whispers your praises like he’s scared someone will come and rip him from you, like he’ll never see you again - you try not to think about it.

Try not to think about how sentimental you’ve become over this old cowboy in mere hours. It’s embarrassing. But you find it hard to care when he’s fucked you dumb like this.

You’re too sweet to me girl, too fuckin’ sweet I can’t- I can’t-

You’re doin’ so good, so good baby I- Jesus fuck don’t squeeze me like that you’ll make me fuckin’ cum and this- this can’t be over, not yet

Jack-

Just a lil longer, just let me fuck you a lil longer, okay?

T-Too much

Ssshh, I know you can take it. Know you can take it like a big girl.

I’ll eat you out as long as you like, I’ll make it so fuckin’ good for you, just- just let me fuck you, please

He’s babbling, long past the point of coherence - Jack Daniels is lost in your glossy, sticky cunt.

The hotel room is humid, it smells like sweat and sex and cum and something far too sweet to be growing between the two of you - two strangers.

But Jack keeps going. You go with it - you follow him to the end.

You keep going until something looms over the horizon, something threatening to spill over. Like some sort of feeling, emotion, revelation about the two of you, your two old souls or maybe it was just the fucking sun painting the lonely desert in all its glory but Jack cums inside of you one final time and you both collapse onto one another.

You’re wet, sticky from sweat and slick alike. Your limbs rendered useless and numb but you can feel his weight on top of you, keeping you in check like a paperweight.

The lobby downstairs has long since closed, there’s no use in you leaving now.

So you fall asleep with Jack in your arms, cradled to your chest as he presses whispers of praises and kisses into your delicate, bruised flesh. He presses them in between your breasts so that maybe it seeps into something tender and fleshy and bloody like your heart.

***

The sun is harsh, brutal beating down on you and Jack in the middle of the bar’s parking lot. The bartender from last night is opening up for the day, he spares you two a sideways glance before disappearing behind the blackness of the door.

“Where ya headed now, girl?” Jack asks, shades covering his eyes, hat in his hands. He fiddles with it, toys with the worn and loved rim. He’s nervous.

He wanted to fuck you again when the sun rose up.

Your skin glowed, you looked so soft, so fucking pliable to his rough hands and he wanted to bite, suck, kiss, devour you. He wanted to carve himself into you and never fucking leave that bed.

But you rolled into him, a sleep heavy sigh pushed out of your nose and you pushed your face into his neck - unconsciously breathing him in. Jack felt you relax against his body, settling just that much further into sleep, trusting him to hold you through it.

He nearly choked on the thought, nearly died right there from how fucking precious you are.

Jack decided against fucking you again, no matter how soft and tender he would have made it for you no matter how bad he wanted to feel you wrapped all snug and warm around him one last time.

Jack decided to watch you sleep until you blink those big eyes open again and giggle when you find him staring.

“Morning, girl.”

You laughed, rolling onto the other side of the bed and sitting up. Jack admired the naked expanse of your back. You turned to look back at him, your profile lit up by the morning sun while Jack admired the expanse of you.

You looked like some sort of angel - naked and glowing.  

“Good morning, Jack.”

You sigh, looking off into the distance, down the infinite highway, away from him, that dark golden gaze.

“Nevada.” You exhale. That’s broad enough of an answer, right?

Jack smirks, nodding his head. “California after, I’m guessin’?”

Damn, he’s good. Or maybe you’re just obvious. Maybe you’re just exactly the type of girl he knows, the type of girl that would run away to the West, to fucking California like it meant anything, like it would reveal something to you. You know better, so does Jack.

He reaches for something in the pocket of his jeans, a folded paper from the motel room. He hands it to you, your fingers touch and it jolts you. Jack seems to feel it too.

“I’ll be seein’ ya, pretty girl.” He smiles before haphazardly tossing his old cowboy hat onto your head. You grip it tightly, not wanting it to fall.

“Hey- your hat!” You call after him but he’s already nearing the side of the highway, preparing to cross.

Jack looks back at you and smiles, shrugging. “Give it back to me in Cali.” He blows you an exaggerated kiss and your request from last night burns deep in your chest like leftover cigarette smoke - or a hangover.

Jack walks back towards the backside of the motel and you lock yourself into your car before you can watch him walk away more than you already have.

The old hat smells like him, you can still feel the residual heat from his hands on the rim and something prickles in your eyes. Damn desert dust.

You sit behind the wheel, hands carefully unfolding the scrap paper he had given you.

In beautiful cursive reads;

See you in California sweet pea,

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels

You laugh. You laugh out loud to yourself in your car, by your lonesome in the middle of a deserted parking lot in the middle of fucking New Mexico.

How had he known that you were going to California, when had he written this? You had just told him where you were going.

You laugh some more, wiping your eyes. You tuck the note into the pocket of your jeans, starting your car.

You head down the highway in silence, smiling to yourself as you head East.

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Rather Die | Chapter 8

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rating: nsfw

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Her heart pounded. Beating at what felt like a million beats per second. She truly wasn't expecting that from him.

Victoria texted him back, "Yeah, those were nice :) We can do definitely do more of that and go on a date. Just let me know when and where!"

He responded quite quickly, "Perfect! How does tomorrow sound? Maybe we can get some Italian?"

"That would be amazing :)"

"Great! I'll pick you up around 7."

"Sounds good. I'll see you then."

"What are you all smiley about?" Mila asks Victoria.

"I just got a date for tomorrow!"

"With Ashton?!"

"Oh my god. I can't wait to see the look on Eliana's face if you guys work out."

"Oh, I know. She'll be pissed, but whatever. She did me so dirty."

"She really did. I don't even follow her on socials, but she'll still pop up. All she's been posting is mushy gushy shit about Austin."

"Ew. I swear, she's probably already saying 'I love you' and it's been like a week."

"Well, she used hashtag 'love my bf' so, I can only assume."

"She's so dumb. They both are. I can't believe how she changed him so quickly. That date we had, he was so humble, kind, down to earth. He didn't strike me as the type of guy to fall for the slutty model type. Now he's letting her bitchyness rub off on him, making him a total asshole."

"Yeah, even in all his interviews for Elvis, he was so much different."

"It's like she's a siren or something and casted a spell on him."

"At this point, it wouldn't surprise me."

The next day

Victoria & Mila make their way to set in the morning for an 8am call time.

"Guys. Its 8 o'clock in the morning. Why must we be sucking face at craft service right now?" Vic asks Austin & Eliana who's making out, as Vic is only trying to get her coffee.

"You're just jealous that I stole your mans." Eliana says.

Victoria rolls her eyes. "I'm not, but whatever. Can y'all just get out of the way though and take this elsewhere? Thanks."

"Mm, no." Eliana responds.

"Cmon baby, let's take this to my trailer." Austin says.

"Okay!"

Austin & Eliana take off to his trailer.

"Ew. I can't believe them." Mila says.

"I know. And I have a kissing scene with him today."

"Double ew."

"For real. Wish me luck."

Victoria got her coffee and went off to her trailer to get changed before going on set.

"Where's Austin?? He was supposed to be on set ten minutes ago!" Anna our director says.

"He's still in his trailer getting ready." Sarah, a producer says.

Anna rolls her eyes, "We need to tell him Eliana isn't allowed on set anymore. She's too distracting."

"Thank God." Victoria thought to herself.

"Maybe we can just have a talk with him to start. If things don't change, then she's gotta go." Sarah says.

"Yeah, you're right. Don't wanna fully take away privileges."

"Fuck." Victoria thought to herself again.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Austin says running in.

"About time." I say to him.

"We'd both be late if it was you & I in there." he smirked.

"You're disgusting."

"Jealousy, jealousy."

"Okay, Olivia Rodrigo."

"What?"

"Nothing. Just a name of one her songs."

"Alright, places please!" Anna calls out.

Austin & Victoria get into places.

"Annnnd, action!"

Jake walks up behind Allison as she's cooking at the stove.

"I can't believe you're finally all mine." he says.

"I know. It's been a long time coming, hasn't it?" she responds.

"It has."

Jake puts his lips on her neck. She very much enjoys the feeling. He turns her around to give her a passionate kiss.

As Victoria kisses Austin, the memory of her first kiss with him came flooding back, but as soon as she tasted Eliana's favorite cherry vanilla lip balm on his lips, she was immediately brought back to seeing them kiss at the club, & was just absolutely disgusted.

They finished out the scene and Vic immediately wipes at her lips.

"What? Didn't like the kiss?" Austin asks.

"No, I didn't. I could literally taste Eliana on your lips. Disgusting." Victoria replies.

"Now, how do you know what her lips taste like?" Austin asks.

"Because I know she uses the cherry vanilla lip balm 24/7."

"You don't like it? I think it tastes good."

"I used to, but not anymore."

Victoria walked off set and went to her trailer for a costume change to finish up the last of the days work.

By the time the work day was done, Vic & Mila had to rush home so Vic could get ready for her date.

"What are you wearing tonight?" Mila asks as they walk through the apartment door.

"I'm thinking my black mom jeans with that burgundy cropped tube top, with my white sneakers. Of course I'll accessorize with some gold jewelry."

"Are you going somewhere super fancy?"

"No, it's like in between. Not too fancy, not too casual."

"Gotcha. Good thing your hair is already done."

"Right? I just have to touch up my makeup & get changed."

Vic rushed into her bedroom and quickly got ready. There was a knock on the door right at 7 sharp.

"Hi!" Victoria says, answering the door for Ashton.

"Hey! How are you?" he asks.

"Im good. How are you?"

"Im great! Ready to go?"

"Yes, definitely!"

Vic & Ash headed out to the restaurant, and got seated right away as Ashton made a reservation.

"How was work today?" he asked.

Victoria stuck out her tongue in a disgusted matter. "Honestly, so gross."

"How so?"

"Well, started the day with Eli & Austin making out a craft services first thing in the morning, then I had to kiss Austin all day after he'd be making out with her."

"Yeah, that is gross."

"Mhm. I could taste her lip balm on his lips. I couldn't deal."

"That cherry vanilla shit?"

"Yep."

"It was good at first, but it got tiring."

"I bet. She's literally worn it every day since we were five. It's fucking lip smackers."

"They still make that??"

"Apparently."

"Damn. My sister had so many of those."

"I did too. Id always get some whenever we came to America. They didn't have them in New Zealand."

"That's how you & Eliana met right? When her family went on vacation there?"

"Yeah. Then every year, we'd switch off. Every year for like 8 years? Something like that."

"That's crazy. It still just boggles my mind on what happened. And I feel so bad that you go to work everyday with that constant reminder of that just because they're always there."

"I know, and thank you. I really hope one day I won't ever have to see them again. I'm just gonna get through this movie, and when it's coming out I'll do the press and such, but after that, good fucking bye to the both of them."

"They probably won't even be together by the time the movie comes out."

"Probably not."

"Really wish I would have checked out her track record first before getting serious with her."

"Yeaaaah. She really did cheat on every single guy so it's just bound to happen to Austin."

"Honestly, let it. You tried telling him, so."

"Seriously. Oh, and he was late to set today because he was too busy fucking her in his trailer."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was so annoying. The director and head producer is going to have a talk with him. If they don't see change, they're not going to allow Eliana on set."

"They shouldn't be allowing her at all."

"I know. Tell me about it."

The two placed their order when the waitress stopped by their table, then continued talking.

"How was tour life?" Vic asks him.

"It was great! I'm sad it's over but it is nice being on break now."

"I get that. You really put on an amazing show, Ash."

"Thank you." he smiles. "It means a lot."

"Do you have an idea of when the next album will be out?"

"Hoping for next summer, then tour again in the fall."

"That'd be cool. Release some nice summer jams."

"Exactly. So, I've always wondered, do you like living here or in New Zealand better?"

"Def New Zealand. It's my home, ya know? LA is great, but NZ is where it's at."

"You'll have to take me sometime?"

"Oh, of course. Id love too. It's definitely my favorite place in the whole world. I'm planning on going back after the movie is done. After all this shit that's happened, I've wanted nothing more than to be home & to see my mom."

"I bet. Your dad passed away right?"

"Um, yeah. He did."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks. I'm not too keen on talking about it until I'm really comfortable with someone. I regret telling Austin, but we just bonded over the fact that we both lost a parent at a young age. But that's all down the drain now."

"Well, whenever you are ready, I'm here."

"Thank you, Ash. Really. So many guys would try and pry every little detail out of me about my life."

"I would never. I respect your space."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

They finished up at the restaurant & made their way outside.

"Hey, wanna hit up Dave & Busters across the street? Play some games? Get some drinks?" Ashton asks.

"Sure, Id love that." Vic smiles.

They head across the street and grab a drink before playing some games.

Of course, they hit up Victoria's favorite, air hockey.

"Will you stop getting goals??" Ashton complained with a chuckle.

"Sorry, can't help it. I've always been good at this game." Vic shrugs her shoulders before knocking the puck in for another point.

Then they moved onto the skeeball.

"This one's your game, huh? Look at those points your racking in." Victoria says to him.

"Usually I don't do this good, but somehow I keep hitting the higher ones."

"All I'm getting are 50s, but that's normal for me."

They make their way around, playing more games and sipping on drinks. Vic is definitely feeling the alcohol.

They find the game where all you do is shoot some basketballs into a hoop.

"Shit, I'm sucking so bad at this." Vic says.

"Here, let me help you."

Ashton gets behind her and places his hands on her arms, helping her aim.

"Alright, try that." he says.

Victoria throws the ball, and finally makes a basket. She looks back at him, smiling. "Thanks."

"No problem."

They stare into each others eyes for a moment before they go in for a kiss.

"That was the best kiss I had all day." Vic says.

"I'm glad. Wanna get out of here?" Ash asks.

"Yeah. Let's."

They make their way to his house.

As soon as they're both inside, they can't manage to keep their hands off each other.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.

"Yes, I'm sure."

Ashton & Victoria makeout as they make their way to the bedroom.

They quickly undress themselves before getting onto the bed.

Ashton gets on top. He works his hand on her clit as his lips work on her neck.

"Oh, god. That feels so good." Victoria moans out.

Ashton keeps doing his thing until he makes Vic orgasm. Once she releases herself, Ash works himself inside her now soaking wet center.

His lips are still on his neck as he thrusts into her. Her hands are all up in his hair, tugging at his ends.

It's not long until they both release themselves & go in for round two.

The next morning

Victoria is woken up by her phone being blown up by Mila.

"Hello?" she answers half asleep.

"Um, where are you? We have to be on set in like 20 minutes."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I stayed at Ashton's last night. Um, can you just bring me a change of clothes and I'll meet you there?"

"Yeah. Do you just want leggings and a t-shirt?"

"Yeah, and a bra & clean panties."

"Got it. I'll see you soon."

"Thank you, love you."

"Love you too."

Vic hangs up the phone. "Shit."

She quickly gets out of bed.

"Hey, you good?" Ashton asks her as he's still in bed.

"I have to be on set in 20 minutes."

"Oh, fuck. You want me to give you a ride?"

"Please, if you don't mind. Who knows how long Uber will take."

"Of course. Im sorry, I should have taken you home last night."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it."

Vic quickly got dressed in last nights clothes & Ash threw on sweats and a t-shirt before heading off to the studio.

"Hey, thanks for last night. I really had fun." Ashton tells her as he's dropping her off.

"I had fun too." she kissed him before she got out of the car. "Thanks for ride. I'll text you."

"Sounds good."

Victoria rushed to her trailer and quickly got ready, then headed to hair and makeup.

"So, you stayed with Ash last night?" Mila asks her, as they're both getting their  hair done.

"Yeah, I did."

"Did you do it?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Nice."

The girls high five & continue to chat.

Once they were ready, they went out to craft services.

"Hey, uh, is there a Victoria Williams here?" a man, asks, holding a vase of red roses.

"Um, yes. That's me." Vic says.

"These are for you. Have a good day." the man hands her the flowers.

"Thank you."

Victoria reads the note that came with the flowers. "I had a really great time last night. Maybe we can do that again soon? - Love, Ashton xx" she puts the card back in the flowers "Aw, that's so sweet."

"Um, did you just say Ashton??" Eliana asks, as she over heard.

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[absolutepokemontrash]

Aaa congrats on 666 :D you've been one of my favorite obey me blogs since I joined the fandom! can I request the brothers with an mc that looks/acts like they just walked out of a zombie apocalypse? Turns out that while the demons werent looking, things in the human realm went down hill ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

👀 I love this! Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy!

Lucifer

When Solomon popped down into the Devildom earlier, Lucifer had noticed that the sorcerer looked a tad… concerned. After he left, Lucifer thought nothing of it until the second human exchange student appeared brandishing a gun and looking like they hadn’t showered in eight days.

After managing to disarm the human and avoiding the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, Lucifer managed to explain exactly why the human was in the Devildom and what was going on. In return, the human calmed down and explained what was going on in the human world.

…geez, shit really hit the fan. Uh… Lucifer wished them luck in their exchange year and foisted them off on Mammon. Lucifer was not about to deal with that right then.

(Apparently one of Solomon’s necromancing acquaintances had something to do with the mini apocalypse going on in the human world. Lucifer and MC were assured that the zombie problem was being dealt with)

As confused and annoyed as Lucifer was at first, he quickly became glad that the human had some kind of self defence on them. The Devildom was a dangerous place, and the human could nullify some of that danger by popping a bullet or twelve into some idiots’ heads.

But one of MC’s more annoying habits were their tendency to set traps and hoard food. They didn’t seem to grasp that lack of food wasn’t an issue and that there were plenty of spells in place to make sure-

Okay, Beel just raided the fridge. Maybe MC had the right idea. Up for sharing some spaghetti-o’s?

Mammon

Now listen here! The Great and Amazing and Mega-Sexy Mammon wasn’t scared of the human at all! Got it?! Good. He wasn’t scared of how dishevelled and dirty they were and how they looked like they just crawled out of a horror movie! Not at all! He also wasn’t scared of the baseball bat they threatened to hit him with if he continued to spout threats of eating them.

Pff, he wasn’t scared… totally not scared… *ahem*

Once the human took a bath and stopped pointing their various weapons at him, Mammon quickly began to warm up to the human in their own tsundere kind of way. Fine, he could admit that MC was kinda cool.

The one thing that Mammon just couldn’t deal with was MC’s traps… he kept setting them off while trying to get into MC’s room!

Oi! Don’t look at him like that! He wasn’t tryin’ to steal anything! He also wasn’t goin’ in there to hang out with the dumb human either! Wasn’t goin’ in there to check on em’ and make sure they were comfortable…

Mammon is also #2 in terms of food theft in the house. He just spotted ramen and decided that possibly getting hit with MC’s baseball bat of pain was worth getting his greedy little mitts on some dollar store noodles.

Leviathan

When Levi went downstairs to threaten Mammon for his money back, Levi immediately recoiled at the absolutely fowl smell coming from the human. Ew, normie stink was getting all over him! And why did they look like they just walked out of TellTale’s The Walking Dead?

Once MC explained their situation, Levi took it upon himself to mansplain the zombie apocalypse to the poor human that was going through it. He had played plenty of zombie survival games and he was surely the expert-

AAKSJAKAJANA- PUT THE BAT DOWN! HE’LL SHUT UP! HE’LL SHUT UP!

After that was over and done with, Levi decided it would be his job to reintroduce MC to some quality entertainment. There couldn’t be that many good shows to watch in the apocalypse, so MC (starved for entertainment) agreed to watch whatever Levi wanted.

Food hoarding? Been there done that. Levi keeps at least ten boxes of Pocky in his room at all times, and a crap ton of other snack foods too. That habit doesn’t phase Levi.

The traps on the other hand? HELL YES TEACH HIM MC! THAT’LL WARD OFF SOME SCUMMY MORONS! *insert Levi cackle here*

Satan

Satan was amongst the people who had the privilege of getting a gun pointed at them on the first day of the exchange program. He kept his fake little smile on his face, but he sure as hell wasn’t too pleased with the human.

He kept his distance at first, studying MC from afar and taking note of their weird little habits. Satan found it quite interesting how quickly this seemingly average human adapted to their new circumstances.

After the body switching incident and the murder train incident, Satan developed a fondness for MC. But… maybe MC shouldn’t have brought their weapons with them on one of their hangout sessions with Satan.

It was on that day that MC learned that Satan was as good a shot with a gun as they were… Rest in Pieces to the idiot that decided fucking with the Avatar of Wrath would be a good idea.

The traps… oh yes the traps… that exact skill set transferred perfectly to pranks! Oh if MC would be so kind as to let Satan teach them the way of the bastard (tm) so the two of them could annoy that pompous peacock together?

Asmodeus

Ewwwww! What was that awful stench coming from the- EWWWWW! Why was the human so gross and dirty! Someone get the hose! They summoned a feral one!

Asmo was less concerned with the fact that the human was threatening everyone with an actual weapon and more concerned with how they smelled like a month old macaroni salad.

MC got a bottle of admittedly pleasant smelling soap thrown at them before Mammon dragged them off to the HOL.

Despite the nasty first impression, once MC took a much needed bath and washed all that gross grime off of themselves… they were honestly really hot… man, apocalypses should happen more often if they produce babes like MC~ *eyebrow wiggle*

Though, the poor human still needed some work, Asmo declared himself their fairy goddaddy (I regret ever learning how to type) and took every opportunity to make sure MC looked their best and took care of themselves.

MC’s odd habits don’t exactly phase Asmo much, I mean, look at who he lives with.

Beelzebub

…he doesn’t wanna eat this human.

Listen, Beel will eat anything, but if he has other options, he’s not eating the gross dirty human pointing a gun at him.

At first, Beel’s pretty neutral towards anything and everything MC ends up doing. They barricaded themselves in their room to keep safe out of habit? Okay. They scarily polish and clean their weapons out in the middle of the living room? So does Satan on occasion. They cleared out the fridge- wait they cleared out the fridge?

BEEL WAS GOING TO DO THAT! PREPARE TO BE EATEN, HUMAN!

MC miraculously survived a hungry Beel attack by chucking food at him until he calmed back down. Beel felt a little bad for scaring them, but anyone with more than five brain cells should know not to steal food from the Avatar of Gluttony.

Anyway, once the two get closer, Beel’s always there for a hug and comfort if MC needs it. Just don’t let him near the food hoard. He will reduce it to nothing in less than an hour.

More than 90% of the traps that get set off are set off by Beel trying to get into MC’s room for food.

Belphegor

Father Dammit, Belphie wanted a nice easy defenceless human to murder, not this Rambo-lookalike. Whatever, sure the human looked tough, but Belphie’s a demon.

Well… Belphegor’s plan went to shit when he was in the middle of choking the human, who pulled out a gun and nearly shot him in the eye. He ended up dropping them in surprise when the bullet grazed his face and ended up getting MC’s boot planted into his forehead.

Yeah… Belphie did not fare well. MC: 1 Belphie: 0

After that nonsense, Belphie demanded begged that MC become his full time nap guardian. They were scary and could protect him, the totally defenceless war criminal 🥺, come on MC, don’t be heartless!

Similar to Asmo, Belphie isn’t too phased by MC’s weird habits. As long as they don’t try and steal his pillows, he’s okay. Those traps though… perfect for a certain older brother of his…

He joins in on Satan’s crusade to get MC to join the Anti Lucifer League. Puh-LEEEEEEEAAAAAASE MC?

[dovingmemes]

stardew valley quotes

random quotes taken from stardew valley. platonic & romantic. some may be suggestive. all quotes found on stardew valley wiki. change around as you see fit.

“ my arms are really sore , but that's the sign of progress for someone like me. i must've done a thousand push-ups yesterday. ”

“ hey , _____. that's right , i remember your name. ”

“ hey , do you wanna hang out with me at the beach some time ? “

 “ Hey _____. did you do something different with your hair ? something keeps grabbing my attention. ”

“ i'd ask you to throw the ball around , but you don't really seem like the sports type. ”

“ i finally took the plunge ... i've decided to stop putting gel in my hair. i wouldn't want to be friends with someone who only liked me because i have gel in my hair. ”

“ i don't always understand why others act the way they do , but that's fine. ”

“ ... you want to get more serious ? i feel the same way. “

“ i don't know if i can trust you anymore , but i'm willing to give you a chance. ”

“ what am i thankful for ? i'll show you when we get back home ...”

“ look at us, with our little _____. we make a cute couple.”

“ hey. maybe it's the golden light , but you look beautiful today.”

“ i never had many friends in town ... i sometimes wonder how i'd end up if you never moved here. ”

“ this place is my home now ... i'm happy here.”

“ i cooked dinner last night. it actually turned out okay ! but i did make a huge mess in the kitchen ... ”

“ there are only two things i like about this town. one of them is the beach. the other one is a secret ! ”

“ ew , you're all dirty. ”

“ you look like you've been doing a lot of hard work. why don't you take the rest of the day off ? ”

“ the weather's too horrible to get out of bed. ”

“ _____ , you look rugged today. i like it. ”

“ i felt like i had no direction in life before i met you. now i have exactly what i want. ”

“ you look like you've been working hard , dear. let me help you de-stress. ” 

“ as a little kid , i always dreamed that one day , i would climb to the summit with my true love , and share a kiss. ”

“ you know , _____ ... i think the future looks bright for both of us. ”

 “ i consider the bees and butterflies to be my special friends ! ”

“ hi , _____ ! we've become decent friends , haven't we ? this may sound weird , but i've always been certain this would happen. ”

“ i don't have any huge plans for life. i prefer not to stress about the future. ” 

“ you're such a nice person , _____ ! thanks for being my friend. ”

“ can you believe we're about to move in together ? i've never lived with anyone but my family. it's ... exciting. ”

“ ah , that aroma ! it can only be you. it's a good smell. ”

“ it was our destiny to be together ... i believe that with all my heart ! ”

“ i'm kind of new to this town myself , but i really feel at home. i moved here only a year before you. ”

“ oh , _____ ! i was hoping you'd show up. it's always a pleasure to see you. ”

“ i know that i am kind of an ' oddball '. i hope you don't mind. ”

“ _____ , i was just thinking about you. maybe you sensed it. “

“ come here , let me massage your back. you look tense. ”

“ when i behold thy wondrous face , a precious jewel of form and grace , my heart ... torn by the dread of night , is purified with golden light. poetry is the only way i can begin to describe my feelings for you. ”

“ you're ice cold ! let me keep you warm. ”

“ i feel burnt out in your absence. but when i hear that sound of muddy boots on wood , my heart rises from the ash. ”

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Fifteen. “eyes eyes eyes.”

word count: 5.9k (not including pictures) warnings: swearing

behind the screen (irl dream x f!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist 

A/N: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you know? anyway uh....... hope you like this... a lot is kinda going on in this part... but more details will come in the next chapter don’t worry i’m not scamming you 

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"I can't believe you," Dream scoffed from the other side of the phone, which was displaying only his eyes and up as Y/n's phone laid face up towards her ceiling. She didn't mind; he had pretty eyes and his blond hair poked out wildly beneath his hoodie and it was enough to make her only half focus on their conversation about her newest Minecraft build.

Y/n smiled as she glanced back at her phone to see him squinting at his screen in confusion even though there was no face on the other side, then looked back at her monitor. Neither of them were streaming but were bored so they decided to wander around on the SMP, continuing their all-day FaceTime call instead of transferring to Discord. They were on their fifth hour of FaceTiming at this point. Y/n had suggested multiple times switching to voice call instead since she wasn't showing her face, hoping he would say no so she could see him still, and each time he denied it because he claimed it felt more real when he could see her ceiling. Whatever that meant.

"I don't know what to tell you, bud. I'm just playing the game."

"But..." he pouted, she could tell by his voice... and by the eyes that were still glued to the call. "How are you so good?"

"Magic."

"I knew it."

She giggled and looked back to Minecraft, where she was looking at the massive hideout Sam had helped her build, complete with secret doors and tunnels and a whole lot of redstone. "Sam did most of it."

"Bullshit. Look at that," he said as he looked away from the phone and his green avatar punched the side of the build. "That has 'Bug' written all over it. You did that."

"Okay, I did do that part, but the cool parts like the secret doors and stuff are all Sam."

"Stop downplaying your skills. It looks good, Bug." His voice was clear and genuine and sent chills down her spine. For someone who want physically affectionate, she really wanted to give him a big hug. And... well... other things.

"Thanks, Dream," she whispered.

"You're welcome," he whispered back childishly.

"What in the..." Y/n said as she turned and saw a familiar Minecraft character with a white and red shirt in the distance. She pressed the zoom hotkey and stared at him as he filled her screen. "What is he doing?"

"Oh, speaking of Tommy," Dream started, clearing his throat as his avatar ran back and forth between the door of her hideout and a tree about ten blocks from it. "Um, I had an idea about, uh, the lake thing? The New Years' trip?"

"What's up?" she asked, turning to face him as she listened.

"Well, it's only about three weeks away and I was thinking—"

Dream was cut off as Tommy ran over to hit him with an axe a couple of times before running away.

"What the hell?" Dream grumbled as they watched Tommy sprint and jump in the direction he came from. The young boy paused when he realized neither of them were following, just looking in his direction.

<TommyInnit> did I scare you guys <TommyInnit> I did, didn't I <TommyInnit> I am very good at scaring people

Y/n laughed and typed her reply

<BugsyGames> not one single bone in my body was scared, tommyinnit <BugsyGames> try harder next time ig :/ <TommyInnit> JOIN VC RIGHT NOW <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC

"Oh my gosh, he's so annoying," Dream mumbled with a small laugh but made no effort to do as the younger told.

<BugsyGames> idk if i really wanna HEAR you curse me out bc you already have over text multiple times <TommyInnit> VC <TommyInnit> VC

"Are you gonna join?" she asked, opening Discord on her other monitor.

"Hell no," Dream scoffed before his voice turned worrisome. "Are you?"

"Yeah, he's entertaining," she said. "And he won't leave us alone until one of us pays attention to him."

"Oh, you wanna be left alone with me, Bug?" he teased and she couldn't help but smile widely in embarrassment.

"Whatever you want to think I said, Dream." Y/n laughed, making Dream pout.

"Buuugg... just say you love me already," he whined jokingly.

Since she couldn't ignore the overwhelming butterflies in her stomach, she ignored him and opened Discord and looked at the voice channel Tommy was in. "Oh, Tubbo and Ranboo are there too, so it's worth getting cursed out," she told Dream before sliding on her headphones and joining. She moved one side off of her ear so she could still hear Dream over FaceTime if he spoke to her, seeing as he wasn't going to join the Discord call.

"Hi—"

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" Tommy started yelling quickly. "I'M NOT AFRAID TO FIGHT A GIRL, I HAVE FOUGHT MANY WOMEN AND HAVE WON EVERY TIME."

"Uh... geesh Tommy, no hello?" Y/n asked. "Why do you get in so many fights with women?"

"They question my manliness."

"Hm. Maybe work on making it less questionable?"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"What is... happening?" Ranboo asked.

"I don't really know. Tommy came over and punched Dream and then made me join vc so he could yell at me, I guess."

"Oh, that's where he went!" Tubbo said. "I had no idea, he just disappeared."

"I HAD TO GO HIT DREAM BECAUSE HE'S TALKING TO A FEMALE AND I WANTED HIM TO LOOK BAD IN FRONT OF HER."

"What is he saying to you?" Dream asked from the phone on the desk. "He's yelling at you?"

"No, it's just Tommy being Tommy."

"W-What?" Tommy asked.

"I was talking to Dream," she explained.

"I can get on and tell him to stop if you need me to," Dream offered before his keyboard started clicking. "Should I? Do you want me to?"

"No, Dream, it's okay. I'll just fight him."

"YOU'RE WITH HIM??" Tommy accused.

"No! We're on FaceTime."

"YOU'RE FACETIMING HIM?"

"Yup," she stated before quickly changing the subject since Tommy and Ranboo were both streaming. "What are my sons up to?"

"We're just trident-ing around talking about whether or not my or Tommy's accent is worse," Tubbo said. "He says 'grass' weird."

"Tommy's," Y/n voted, wanting to piss off the youngest more. "You have the voice of an angel, Tub."

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that Bugsy and Dream are FaceTiming right now?" Tommy asked in a calmer, more mumbled but still frantic voice. "Cause, I mean, I just think it's a bit strange is all but if we're just going to breeze past it, I mean... you know? The two faceless Minecrafters are staring into each other's eyes while we all talk on Discord like nothing is happening."

"We aren't 'staring into each other's eyes'," Y/n corrected.

She paused when Dream giggled and said, "I bet you're staring into mine, Bug." She glanced down to see his full face beaming up at her with a playful smile. He had propped his phone up on his monitor so she could see where his elbows met his desk all the way to the top of his fluffy hair. Her cheeks and neck burned hot as she looked at the boy cuddled up in his hoodie once again. He folded his arms on his desk and placed his chin on his forearms, looking impossibly cuter as he stared at the camera. "There's no way for me to know you aren't."

"Shut up, Dream," she mumbled before speaking to the others again. "We're not even showing our faces," she lied. "Dream sorta is but not really."

"No need to lie to everyone," Dream said, still smiling, sitting up from his position. "This is my entire face. What, you don't want people to know you get to see me whenever you want? You have VIP access, baby, the people should know."

An abrupt laugh escaped her lips at the nickname. "Can you guys hear Dream?" Y/n asked the boys in the voice channel nervously.

"No, why? Is he telling you dirty things?" Tommy laughed evilly.

"Nope. Just wondering." Her face was on fire. She hit Dream's character in-game and watched him focus back on his computer with a goofy smile. He returned the favor by hitting her character back once even though she was continually dealing damage until he had half a and begged her to stop.

"He's probably flirting with her like he does when we're on call but, like, worse because no one else can hear him," Tubbo proposed before all three of the young boys gagged and yelled over each other.

"GROSS!!" Tommy shouted.

"Ew!! Mom, is there a dude flirting with you? That's disgusting," Ranboo gagged.

"I cannot stand you guys," Y/n laughed, making her voice as confident as possible so they couldn't detect her lies. "That's not what's happening."

"Do my words mean nothing, Bug?"

"Dude," she mumbled to Dream again. "I wish you could see how hard I'm glaring at you right now." He laughed in response.

A knock on Y/n's door snapped her out of her conversation and she quickly muted on Discord. "Come in!"

Naomi poked her head in and quickly put her hand up. "Oh, sorry!" she whisper-shouted. "I didn't know you were streaming."

Y/n shook her head and smiled. "I'm not. What's up?"

"TUBBO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Tommy screamed, making Y/n deafen also.

Naomi stood taller and dropped her hand to her side. "I'm just bored and want to do something."

"I do too, actually," Y/n admitted.

"You're bored?" Dream scoffed. "Bug, I'm offended!"

Y/n smiled widely and turned back to her phone to see the blond boy frowning. "I've talked to you all day. Can I not go hang out with my roommate?"

"No! Tell her to fuck off."

"Dream! She's literally right here, she can hear you!" Y/n covered her phone screen with her hand to hide Dream's face as Naomi walked closer, laughing.

"Naomi?" Dream asked.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck off."

Naomi laughed as Y/n gasped. "DREAM!" Y/n grabbed her phone and held it up to show one eye in the corner of the screen so he could see her glaring, but he wasn't looking.

"I'm just kidddinnnggg... obviouslyyy..." he dragged out. "Unless you do steal Bug away from me, in which case I'm not kidding."

Naomi was silent with her hand over her mouth, not wanting to freak out and make Y/n back out before Dream could see her eye. It was a small thing, but a huge deal.

The silence caused Dream to look down and his jaw dropped. "B-Bug!!"

"You see this?? I'm glaring at you. How dare you talk to Naomi that way," Y/n reprimanded teasingly, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice.

"WHAT? Is this how you felt when I showed my face just to prove a point?"

"Probably."

"You're doing the exact thing I did! You're just proving a point!"

"Yeah, but I'm not showing my whole face like you did, idiot. Just enough so you can see the glare."

"Oh my gosh. Okay, yeah, I see you glaring, stop glaring!" he giggled and Y/n's camera went back to only showing her ceiling as she smiled. "I'm sorry, Naomi!"

"You can't just joke like that to someone you hardly know," Y/n scolded as Naomi continued laughing. She knew Naomi had that kind of sense of humor, but Dream didn't.

"Who said I'm joking?" he asked.

"Oh, shut up. I can't stand you."

"I'm kidding! I'm sorry, Naomi. I was just kidding."

"I know," she reassured. "It's all good, don't worry. I know you love your Bug too much to hurt her friends."

Y/n saw Dream quickly pull his phone away from his face after he smiled shyly, and she liked to imagine that he was blushing at Naomi's accusation.

"Yeah, I guess she's nice to have around," he mumbled.

<Ranboo> bugsy? you still there?

"Wait, both of you quiet for a second," she told Dream and Naomi before unmuting and undeafening on Discord. "Yeah, sorry, what's up? I was defended and muted."

"You were so cryptically silent, it was a little scary."

"Sorry, my roommate is talking to me. I'm gonna head off, actually."

"Aw, but we hardly got to play with you!" Tubbo pouted.

"We'll play soon! I promise! But not you, Tommy. I don't like you."

"I DON'T LIKE YOU FIRST, YOU EVIL WOMAN."

"Bye, Tommy."

"Bye, Bugsy," he grumbled.

"Goodbye, mother," Ranboo said as Tubbo laughed out a, "Goodbye mom," making Y/n's heart shed a proud tear.

"Goodbye, my sons. Be good. Be safe."

"Bye!!"

She left the Discord and then left Minecraft. "Okay, sorry, continue," she promoted Naomi.

"I think it's so cute how you talk to Tubbo and Ranboo," Dream cut in. "It's adorable."

"It is," Naomi agreed. "Tommy, too. I know you pretend to hate him but we can tell you want him to be your son too."

"Never," she murmured, making both of them laugh. She slid off her headphones and grabbed her phone, careful to keep it pointed away from her face as she walked to her closet.

"Anyway, I just wanna do something. It's really nice out today, do you want to go to the park or ride bikes or something?"

"Yeah, sure." She ripped a hoodie off the hanger with one hand, making the hanger ricochet and clank against the closet ceiling.  

"Yeah, sounds fun," Dream agreed from between them.

Y/n laughed. "Sorry, bud, not you."

A deep frown etched onto Dream's face and Y/n laughed. "What are you going to do there that I can't join? You can just prop me up on a tree and sit next to the phone."

"If we ride bikes, I can't hold you. And if we go to the park we usually skate. Besides, we want to talk about how much we hate you anyway so we don't want you there."

"Bug!" he pouted. Dream paused before saying, "Can you give the phone to Naomi real quick?"

Y/n hesitated but handed the phone to her friend. She used her free hands to slip on the hoodie before tuning back into the conversation.

"You don't have to show me your face but I want you to look into my eyes and promise me something, Naomi," he said.

Naomi held the phone up to her face anyway and Y/n could see both of them looking at each other. "What's up?"

"Promise me you won't let Y/n fall and scrape her knee or something," he requested and Naomi laughed.

"I promise not to let your Bug get hurt." That was the second time Naomi referred to her as 'his Bug' and she was not opposed to the sound of it.

"Thank you very much."

"Great," Naomi said before her voice turned teasing. "Now that that's settled, Y/n, you're right he is cute!"

Naomi was a pot-stirrer. Always was, always would be. She knew what to say to make tension rise in the room whether it was between people who hated each other or people who secretly liked each other. Or whatever Dream and Y/n were.

While Y/n's face grew warm, Dream laughed.

"Hey, you're pretty cute too, Naomi. Should I tell George or does he already know?" Dream fired back, trying to embarrass her as much as she embarrassed Y/n.

Naomi's evil smile fell before a confident one took its place with a raise of her eyebrow. "Oh, he knows."

Y/n laughed abruptly and grabbed the phone back from her friend. "Okay, I'm hanging up now." Before I lose self-control and show you my whole face right here, right now, she thought to herself.

"Boooo," Dream whined. "Will you call me back later? Please?"

"Maybe," she teased. "Depends on if I'm clumsy enough to fall and break everything like you think I will."

"I don't think that. I just want you to be safe."

He needed to stop being so sweet. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm a pro."

"I believe it. Still, though."

"I'll be safe. I promise."

"Also, Bug, um..." he paused shyly. "You have really pretty eyes. Just... thought I'd tell you."

Heat rose to her face again and the look on Naomi's face said she could tell.

"Thanks, Dream."

Naomi nodded her head towards her Y/n's door. "I'll be in my room," she whispered and Y/n nodded.

"Sorry," Y/n said to Dream with a short laugh. "I don't know why I did that."

"It's okay," he reassured. "I appreciate it. I know it was just a small part of your face but it still means a lot to me that you showed me because I know you haven't shown anyone."

"I want to," she blurted out. "I really, really do."

"Want to what?"

"Show people my face." She squeezed her eyes shut and walked to her bed, setting the phone face up towards the ceiling. "Specifically you."

He paused. "Then... why don't you? I'm not pressuring you, I just don't understand. If you want to, then what's stopping you?"

"It's not that simple, Dream," she responded softly. "I'm scared."

Dream was silent for a few moments. "That's kinda what I wanted to talk about earlier before Tommy came in."

"Really?" she perked up. What was he going to say? That she seemed too scared so he didn't what her to go on the trip?

"Yeah, uh, I know you're nervous about meeting everyone and Sapnap and I were talking and– well, okay, so I assume you, Karl, and Naomi are going to go to Georgia together?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, so, yeah, what if– only if you want, obviously, but, you guys could come down to Florida and hang out with us for a few days and then, like, the five of us could go up to Georgia together? That way you meet two people first instead of everyone at once. So, like, since you haven't shown anyone, it'll be like dipping your toe in the water and if you meet Sapnap and I and absolutely hate it you can go back home before meeting everyone else." He finally concluded his proposition and Y/n's heart was so warmed. He was so sweet it was killing her.

"I'll still pay for all the travel stuff for you guys to fly down here," he added with a shy mumble at her silence, "and it's only a four and a half hour drive from here so Sapnap and I were just going to drive up and we could just rent a bigger car to fit comfortably. But obviously you can say no. Just a thought we had."

"Dream," Y/n started softly, her voice coming out way more fondly than she intended but she did nothing to fix it.

"Yeah?"

"You're the sweetest damn person I've ever met in my entire life."

"I just want you to be comfortable," he said softly.

"I think..." she paused. "I think that would be fun. I'd like that. I'll see what Naomi and Karl think."

His voice perked up slightly. "Really? Awesome. You guys can come down whenever. We're going to leave on the 26th to get there that night but whenever you guys want to come, you can. You could even spend Christmas with us if you want to come a few days earlier. Might be hard to find tickets this late since it's the holidays but I can see what I can find."

"That would be cool! The three of us were just going to hang out together so we don't really have plans for Christmas. I'll ask them but I think they'll like that too."

"Cool," he breathed. "If you want to say no later, you can."

"I don't want to say no, Dream."

He paused and his next word had his smile laced clearly through them. "Okay."

"Thank you–thank you for thinking of me," Y/n fumbled out. "It means a lot to me."

"Eh, it might be a little selfish of me, too. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can."

She beamed and bit her lip to not laugh with pure joy. "I'm probably selfish too because I'm going to make Karl and Naomi agree even if they don't want to go."

"I have no problem if you need to use physical force," he joked.

Y/n laughed and shook her head. "I should go save Naomi from her boredom."

"Okaaayyy..." he sighed. "If you must. Thanks for talking with me today."

"I had fun! I'm surprised you didn't bore me to death," she teased and he scoffed.

"Well apparently I did since you're ditching me!"

"Nooo, you could never bore me."

"Hmm... sure."

"Dream," Y/n dragged out and he laughed. "You're so clingy."

"Ugh, I know," he joked. "It's almost like I like you or something."

Y/n froze before mentally scolding herself. He was obviously joking, but it still made her heart skip some beats.

"Almost," she mumbled. "Alright, I'm going to go. I'll call you later if you're free and want to hang out on call more or something."

"Yeah, I'd like that," he said. "Have fun with Naomi! And don't get hurt."

She laughed. "I won't get hurt. Bye, Dream."

"Bye bye, Bug."

Y/n finally hung up and threw her phone on her bed with a small external scream. Naomi came back into the room a few moments later with a smirk on her face and leaned against the doorframe. "Done with the call?"

"Naomi..." she said dreamily. "He's... too freaking cute."

Naomi laughed. "Come on, lover girl, you can tell me all about it while we go outside. Bikes or skating?"

"I haven't gone biking in a while, let's do that."

"Perfect, I found a new trail recently I've wanted to try out," Naomi said as she grabbed her keys off the front table. "Let's go."

"OH, and then," Y/n recounted her story with Dream in detail (per Naomi's request) and she swerved on her bike a little in excitement."Then he said, 'it's almost like I like you or something'! What does that mean??"

Naomi laughed brightly and looked over her shoulder at Y/n. "Maybe it means that he likes you."

Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Don't get my hopes up."

"I mean it, Y/n. I know you think it's not possible, but just think about it. Do you really think you didn't like him until you saw him?"

Y/n looked up into the treetops that provided shade on their trail. She dreaded that question. She had thought about it so many times, tossing and turning countless nights asking herself the same question over and over. When did she start liking Dream? She had always had interest in him but when did her starstruck admiration and wanting to be his friend turn into wanting to hold his hand and kiss him good morning? When did that change happen? Could it have happened before she knew what he looked like? It would go against so much that she believed, so much she had been told, but... maybe it was true?

"I don't know," Y/n admitted softly. "I really don't know."

Naomi's heart broke for her friend, knowing her internal battle was killing her slowly. "Hey," Naomi said in a lighter tone than she felt. "It'll all work out. I promise."

"What if it doesn't? What if he really doesn't like me and won't ever like me?"

Naomi shrugged. "Then... then he missed out and someone better will eventually come along."

Y/n nodded, wanting to talk about something a little happier. "So... I showed him my eye."

"You did," Naomi said cautiously. "I wasn't going to bring it up, but, damn dude. How do you feel?"

"Good. Great. I know it's small and insignificant but it doesn't feel that way."

"I don't think it's insignificant. It definitely shows you trust him a lot."

"He said I have pretty eyes," Y/n whispered excitedly, making Naomi laugh.

"You do! You really do."

"Speaking of thinking things are pretty, George knows?? What does that mean? Have you guys video called or what? I've been so stuck in my pity party that I have no idea what's going on with that!"

Naomi turned pink but her confident smile never faded. She slowed down and Y/n followed suit, both taking drinks from their water. "Can we sit for a minute?" Naomi asked as she nodded towards a large tree trunk. Y/n nodded and they sat down together, bikes haphazardly thrown to the side of the trail.

"So?"

"So," Naomi started. "George."

"George," Y/n prompted. "What's going on?"

"I like him a lot. And... he told me he likes me."

Y/n raised her eyebrows and beamed at her friend. "Really? Naomi, that's great! That's so awesome, I'm so happy for you!"

Naomi let out a small squeal before blushing. "I know. We're both a little worried because of long-distance but we decided to not think about it until after the trip. Then we'll work out how often we want to see each other and stuff."

"Wait, so, are you guys, like, dating?"

Naomi hummed. "No? But I have joked about how I'm going to kiss him as soon as I see him and it always makes him turn bright red and he just laughs and is like, 'you're an idiot', so that's a good sign."

Y/n laughed. "Yeah, sounds like George."

"Sorry I haven't told you sooner. I just feel like since you're so confused about everything with Dream that it would be like I'm bragging or something? And I didn't want to make you sad that I'm talking to this boy so much and—"

"Naomi," Y/n smiled and grabbed her arm. "It's okay. I'm not upset by it. I'm so so happy for you, really."

Naomi let out a breath of relief. "Thanks, Y/n. You're a really good friend."

"You make it easy to be a good friend to you," she said with a smile and a scrunched nose. "You're the best. I love you."

"I love you too," Naomi giggled and threw her arms around Y/n, forcing a hug even if she didn't want it. Y/n accepted it anyway, hugging her friend back tightly.

"Alright, break's over. Let's finish this thing. How much more do we have to go?"

Naomi checked the map on her phone. "About a mile. Think you can manage not falling off for another mile?"

"What?"

"I promised Dream I wouldn't let you get hurt."

Y/n rolled her eyes fondly. "He's so stupid."

"Maybe, but you like it."

"Who on Earth knows why? Oh! That reminds me," Y/n said as she got back on her bike and rode slowly next to Naomi. "I forgot to mention a huge detail."

"Ugh, you never stop talking about him," Naomi teased. "Just kidding, what happened? I want to know everything."

"This involves you and Karl. How do you feel about taking a detour to Florida before the trip?"

______

When Y/n got home, she showered while Naomi made them dinner. "Today was fun," she said as she sat down at the kitchen table. "We need to hang out more, just the two of us. Thank you so much," she added as Naomi handed her a plate off food.

Naomi nodded. "Agreed. But when do we ever have time when you aren't streaming and I'm not doing school or working?"

"Hmm, true. For a job with a flexible schedule, I don't feel very flexible. Maybe I should promise to join less streams."

"But then I can't join streams," Naomi joked with a laugh.

"Just ask George. I'm not your closest streamer friend anymore apparently," she fake pouted and Naomi blushed.

"He wants me to join one of his streams except neither of us want anyone to know so he thinks it'll be suspicious if it's just him and I."

'Wait, no one else knows you two have been talking?"

"Well, Dream does based on his joke earlier but you're the only person that either of us have told that we're, like, actually talking."

"Oh, I feel so special!"

Naomi laughed. "Good. You are."

Y/n smiled and looked down as her phone vibrated on the table.

"Boyfriend calling?" Naomi teased with one eyebrow quirked.

Y/n stuck her tongue out. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"I would like that. Date him."

"Oh, shut up," Y/n said with a laugh. "But actually, Dream invited me to get back on and hang out."

"So I was right?"

"No."

"Well, go ahead, I won't stop you."

"Thanks, Naomi. I had fun today, thanks for forcing me out of my room and for dinner."

"Anytime dude," she giggled. "Put that sponge down, I'll clean up."

"But you made dinner. Let me help."

"No! Go, your boyfriend is waiting for you. I got it."

Y/n ignored her and started cleaning dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.

"You're the worst. Love you."

"Love you!" Y/n called back as she walked to her room. She got on her desktop and opened Discord while she waited for Minecraft to load.

"Who just joined?" Tubbo asked in a tired voice. "Oh, Bugsy, hello again!"

"Hi!" she greeted back. "How's everyone doing?"

"Good, good, good. How was your, uh, thing? Bikes... or something?" Ranboo asked.

"Yeah, I went on a bike ride with my roommate. It was fun! The weather was super good today so it was good."

"Is it the roommate who's coming on the trip with us?" Tubbo asked.

"Yup," she replied. Ranboo fake whined and Y/n's heart hurt a little. "Ranboo I wish you could come."

"Me too. It would be fun but also very scary," he chuckled and Y/n nodded. "But I'm busy anyway."

"I'm terrified," she admitted. "So I fully understand."

"It's going to be good, Bug," Dream reassured softly, sending butterflies to her stomach. "I promise."

"Why are you terrified?" Tubbo asked.

"Um... just... you know... showing my face to everyone," she said with a small laugh. "Kinda weird." Though, admittedly, she was much less nervous than a few hours ago before she showed Dream her eye.

"Well, Dream has seen you, hasn't he?" Ranboo asked.

"No, what makes you think that?"

"He hasn't?" Tubbo spoke up. "I'm shocked! I could have sworn he had."

"What, why? Dream asked.

"You guys are just super close so I guess we assumed," Tubbo explained.

"No, we are close, Bug is just a tease," Dream joked and Y/n scoffed.

"Oh, whatever. You've seen more than anyone else."

"What?" Ranboo asked with a slight panic in his voice. "What, uh, what does that mean? Oh gosh."

"She showed me her eye today!" Dream announced like it was a huge deal. Which, it kinda was. "But she's a tease because that's all she showed."

"Why do you want to see her so bad, huh Dream?" Ranboo teased. "Hmm???"

"So I can call her pretty without her yelling at me that I can't know," Dream stated bluntly.

Y/n buried her face in her hands, the Minecraft welcome screen long forgotten, and laughed. "I cannot stand you, Dream."

"Awe!!" Tubbo cooed. "Bugsy, give the poor man a break, why don't you show him?"

When she normally would have taken that sort of comment to heart and would have beaten herself up about not showing him, she lifted her head to look at her screen. 'Give the poor man a break'.

"No, Tubbo, she doesn't owe me anything," Dream said with a nervous laugh. "Don't pressure her!!"

"I'm not! I'm not pressuring her to do anything!" Tubbo defended. "I was just joking! But it would be so easy to just send a picture of your face."

"But she doesn't want to and I respect that. Ranboo, are you still on the SMP? Where are you?"

Y/n tuned out the conversation, which had quickly changed topics, scrolling right to the picture she found the other day of her sitting on her bed. She didn't think twice. It just felt right.

Sent

"So, the next manhunt is going to have five hunters or what? Like what's changing?" Ranboo asked. "I think it's super cool that you're continuing the series."

"Yeah," Dream started to explain. "I'm trying to see who would be the best to have as the fifth person to make it—"

Y/n's heart pounded in her ears as she listened to the new silence, waiting for some verbal indication from Dream that everything was okay. That he saw the picture and that everything was still okay.

But he was dead silent.

"Dream?" Ranboo laughed. "Uhhhhh...."

"Uh.." Tubbo laughed too. "Did he break? Dream?"

Y/n bit down on her hoodie sleeve in anticipation and excitement, surprised that there were butterflies in her chest instead of raging thunderstorms of fear.

A loud sound banged through her headphones and her eyes darted to the Discord to see it came from Dream's mic. "Dream?" she asked softly. Did this man just knock something off of his desk?

His regard for them being on call with others completely evaporated. "Holy shit, Bug," he breathed out. "I-Is that you?"

"Sure is," she hummed.

"What the hell?!" he shouted, joy and surprise laced in his voice.

"Wait, what happened?" Tubbo asked before sounding excited. "Did you actually send him a picture of yourself?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "Maybe."

"AHHA! YOU BROKE HIM!" Tubbo laughed.

"Error: Dream.exe broke," Ranboo teased. "Man's files broke at the sight of Bugsy Games. Headlines tomorrow: Bugsy Games murders DreamWasTaken with a selfie."

"Oh, shut up," she breathed.

"Text me back right now," Dream demanded.

Y/n giggled as the other two teased Dream but she picked up her phone and found his one-word response.

Seconds later, Dream's voice was back in her ears. "Uh... I'm gonna get off. I have a lot to process."

Tubbo and Ranboo laughed loudly. "A lot to process?? HAHAHA! Just say you're in love with her and move on."

"WhaaAATT?" Dream yelled. "I-I'm not in love with her, what the hell is wrong with you, Tubbo?"

Y/n laughed, agreeing with him even though it kinda hurt. He didn't have to sound too shocked at the accusation.

"Have fun processing," Ranboo said. "Are you staying Bugsy?"

"Nah, I'm gonna get off too. I'm pretty tired."

"Are you going to be in Big Q's stream tomorrow though?"

She hummed. "I don't know. I didn't know he was streaming tomorrow."

"Oh, I thought he invited you?"

"Guess not. He just lost points."

Dream laughed. "Good."

"Well... we should stream together soon," Ranboo said. "I think that would be really cool."

"I do too! We definitely should. If you have any ideas or anything let me know, okay?"

"Yeah, I will!" he promised. "Talk to you later."

"Bye guys," she said before disconnecting. She noticed Dream linger in the call for a little bit even though he said he was leaving and she decided to get ready for bed, turning off her computer and walking to her closet. She was stopped by some texts though. Priorities.

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Double, Double Toil And Trouble ❤

Request (kinda) by @shroombby : "HEAR ME OUT. witch!origin!reader who makes potions for wilbur to help with his weakness to the sun?"

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[1000+ words]

Description: You're just a witch and he's just a (phantom) boy. Can I make it any more obvious?

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{《☆》}

You were a very powerful person. A witch origin whose veins were flooded with magic and whose hands were born calloused to brew. You were born to be trouble and that is what made you dangerous.

With just one potion of strength on you, you could massacre half of the origins in a minute. Maybe less. And with the next long period of time your skills gave you, the rest could be dead too. And that was half the fun, leaning across the thin line of life and death.

Most of the other origins didn't seem to realize what being a witch truly meant.  Physically, you were like a human. But when you brewed, the world sang. And when you laughed, the mountains shook. Effecting the world and its inhabitant is why witches existed.

Chaos was purely what you decided to take away from existing. Why live if you weren't going to have some excitement.

Although one, admittedly adorable, phantom boy was likely a dozen times more chaotic than you ever strived to be. He was unhinged, Wilbur was. A dirty crime boy and a heathen to society.

Poor Wilby though stuck indoors because of his own biology. Burned by sunlight, like a vampire.

"Please! Y/N, I just want to go out in the sun like a regular person." Wilbur grovelled at your feet, an adorable pout on his face as he begged.  It was slightly enjoyable watching him hug your leg like a toddler. "Please make me a potion!"

"There hasn't even been a potion made for this type of thing, let alone altering a potion for phantom hybrid consumption. That stuff is dangerous since you're like half air." You pointed out, patting him on the head as you slowly trudged across the Pub(e). "I love ya, Wil, but you can deal with this on your own. Don't die though."

Wilbur sniffed dramatically, still holding your leg hostage. "I will die out of spite now." Then he gave a pitiful whine, "Please, darling!"

"Let go of me." You tried to get away, but sadly your sugar was clinging like a leech. "I'm not doing it so-! EW LET GO! WIL, STOP-!"

You spent the better half of three hours being pestered by your boyfriend before you gave in.

{《☆》}

Creating potions from scratch took hours. Long and boring hours of watching water boil and turning blaze rods into a thin powder in your mortar and pestle. Getting Redstone in your hair and losing yourself to the process. It was addicting when you got into it. The constant movement and the power that hummed under the dirt when you brewed. Like the world was waiting for a rampage or a disaster.

It was a paranoid process to many witches, as many told you when you still lived in a coven. Knowing that the earth was watching like it knew something they didn't. But you had never felt it the same way. Because the earth moulded under your fingertips willingly so why fear it.

And when someone interrupted your process, it was much more than mildly irritating.

"What?" You grumbled, wiping Redstone dust off. "I was busy."

"That's the problem," Wilbur whined, looking like a kicked puppy as he stood on your doorstep. "I haven't seen you in days! I miss you."

"You asked me to make this potion, Wil." You pointed out, still softening at his words. "I'll still need another day or two before I have it perfect though. We can hang out after."

Wilbur pouted, sulking in his phantom form as the sun started setting. When you did finish the potion, he wouldn't need to be see-through. You were doing this for him. "Take a break! Hang out with me. Please?"

Grimacing, you realized that he knew exactly what he was doing. Wilbur's eyes shone with a plead, wide and begging. Damn him for knowing your weakness to his puppy eyes. "Fine. But it has to be under an hour or else I'll have to reset the entire potion."

Wilbur grinned, nodding rapidly. Stepping in, you took off your apron. Setting it down next to the cauldron, you met a solid Wilbur on the steps. He took your hand in his, racing off in an untouched direction and pulling you along with him.

Laying under the stars, bodies pressed close as a chill wind blew past, you wondered what your coven would've thought about Wilbur.

{《☆》}

With multiple bottles of your new phantom-proof potions,  you handed one off to Wilbur nervously. Stepping back, you held a water bucket tightly. This could go horribly wrong and kill Wilbur or you could have successfully made a new brand of potion. Only one way to find out.

"This will really suck if I die." Wilbur joked before he took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut before he took a large swig and opened them hesitantly. He wasn't blue or some other abhorrent, unnatural shade. No polka dots or stripes, he looked perfectly normal. Or, mostly.

His eyes glowed with a shimmering golden rim, like a fire in his eyes or like sun glinting down on them. You grinned widely,  this was good so far.

"Alright, now go. Step out." You encouraged, still holding one hand around the bucket's handle. "I'm right here for you, sugar."

Wilbur nodded, a weight unfurling in his chest. A single foot forward, and the sun bounced off of Wilbur's face, lighting it up and showing off the unnatural paleness that usually came with phantom's and their allergies to the sun. But now he could feel its warmth settling against his skin and it didn't burn.

"You're amazing," he breathed out, turning towards you. A joy that you've never seen before, childish and adoring and absolutely in love. Wilbur stepped forward, taking your hands in his and kissing the knuckles. "So amazing, darling."

You giggled, turning your head as he started pressing kisses to your entire face. Tilting his head slightly, Wilbur smiled fondly. "I love you."

"I love you too," you said, standing there with Wilbur.  Simply basking in the sun. Like you could do now.

{《☆》}

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