#i got that jelly bracelet eye

[jellybracelet]

Every sighting of Sam's jelly bracelet - 1x01 Pilot

jelly bracelet series

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 ONLY U hanni pham x reader

↳ warnings: yn from paparazzi, and many other works under my masterlist, idol au, lesserafim member reader, hanni is jelly, swearing (of course there is its firecracker!yn)

hanni wasn’t a jealous girlfriend.

if anything, yn was the more jealous one between the two. there had been multiple times where hanni had to show up at the lesserafim dorms because yn, being petty after seeing a ship edit, refused to answer her phone all day.

it was honestly pretty funny to watch yn get jealous. the hothead never really showed those type of emotions like that, so whenever hanni got the rare chance to see yn pouting, she savored it.

“you were jealouuusss,” hanni teased, looking at yn, who was sitting on the floor with her nintendo in hand, completely ignoring her. hanni had barged into the lesserafim dorms after yn ghosted her all day..

“fuck off,” yn muttered, eyes glued to her game, while hanni sat down beside her, resting her head on yn’s shoulder. “just wait until the day you get jealous.”

“i don’t get jealous,” hanni replied playfully, earning a nudge that knocked her head off yn’s shoulder.

it was all fun and games between them—at least for hanni. she knew yn didn’t have an insecure bone in her body, so there was nothing to worry about.

and neither did she.

or at least, that’s what she thought.

hanni wasn’t lying when she said she doesn’t get jealous, so the feeling she had in her chest at the moment was very foreign.

she sat beside hyein who had a big ipad in her hand showcasing a live on weverse with yn and eunchae.

she was originally in her room but then she heard a voice that sounded a lot like her girlfriend so she went to investigate only to see a giggling hyein who had her eyes stuck on the screen.

“yn was so nice to me today.” eunchae said to the live smiling brightly at yn who just rolled her eyes.

“shut up.” the girl mumbled squinting her eyes to see the chat since she didn’t have her glasses on her which made hanni shake her head in a scolding way at the screen, she was definitely gonna bother yn about that later.

“she got us matching bracelets!” eunchae exclaimed showing her wrist and picking up bus as well. a chrome hearts bracelet being around both of their wrists, yn was an ambassador for the brand.

yn snatched her wrist from muttering curses under her breath but anybody could tell that she was more flustered than angry which made hanni shift uncomfortably at the sight.

“has yn gotten you a matching jewelry from chrome hearts?” hyein always felt cool just saying yn without unnie ever since yn told her she didn’t have to.

“she has… plenty of times” hanni trailed off watching eunchae wrap her arms around yn who didn’t make any effort to push her off this time, “but not matching.”

“you guys are like kuromi and melody,” eunchae read the comment before turning to yn with a big smile, “are we?”

“no.”

“that means yes guys.” eunchae said interlocking her hand with yn who just ignored the girl keeping her eyes on the chat, but she didn’t argue.

a frown made its way to hanni’s face, her and yn’s relationship obviously wasn’t open to the public but their friendship sure one, and it was an ongoing joke between the two fandoms that yn and her were kuromi and melody.

she watched as this time yn didn’t pull her hand away from eunchae and let the younger girl keep their hands interlocked, a sick feeling making its way to her stomach.

she doesn’t know why this was bothering her so much, maybe it was fact that even when yn tried her hardest to act like she was annoyed by her, it was obvious that eunchae will always be someone who had a soft part for.

and hanni wasn’t gonna lie she wished she was the only person that yn had a soft spot for.

“I’m going to my room.” hanni announced not wanting to watch the live anymore, “I forgot to finish cleaning.”

“oh yeah, yn is sleeping over, you begged her.” hyein teased.

oh right…

“what the hell is your problem?”

hanni looked up from her phone to look at a clearly annoyed yn who pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose which made her look less intimidating, both girls sat beside each other on hanni’s bedroom floor.

“what?” hanni replied looking off to the side to avoid yn’s gaze.

“don’t what me,” yn said aggressively, “you’re the one who begged me to sleep over and you’re not even talking to me what the hell is your problem?”

“there isn’t a problem.”

there was definitely a problem, after watching the live hanni had spent the last hour watching yn and eunchae ship videos on youtube.

“so you think I’m stupid.” yn asked when deeply offended that hanni would even think that she would take that as an answer.

“maybe I will if you don’t believe me.” hanni said with an attitude, “I said there’s no problem, leave me alone.”

as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. before she could even process it, she was flat on her back against the fluffy carpet, yn straddling her, one hand firmly pinning hanni’s wrists above her head.

“let go of me!”

“I will after you tell me what’s wrong!”

”there’s nothing wrong you short stack of pancakes! let me go!”

“what the hell did you just call me?!”

“nothing! let me go!”

“I can do this all day, just communicate with me.”

“since when did you become a therapist, let me go!”

“I guess we’re staying like this.”

five minutes passed.

hanni stopped struggling breathing heavily looking up at yn who looked down at her unimpressed, “ready to talk.”

“you.”

“huh?” yn asked confused, her grip on hanni’s wrists loosening.

“I said you!” hanni exclaimed sitting up fast causing yn to fall off of her.

yn groaned as she sat up, “what are you talking about,”

“ask eunchae.” hanni grumbled.

“can you get to the point!” yn snapped, her patience was always slow, her pinning hanni down earlier was a great example of that.

“I’m jealous!” hanni snapped back, before covering her face with her hands, “ I’m jealous, alright?”

yn genuinely looked shocked at her girlfriends words, “you? jealous? why?”

“you and eunchae in your live today and you getting her matching bracelets and then letting her be all over you and then I went into this deep hole of watching ship edits of you guys,” hanni rambled.

“and YOU allowing her to call the both of you melody and kuromi when WE’RE melody and kuromi.” hanni exclaimed gesturing to their matching pjs hers and melody on it while yn had kuromi on hers.

there was silence for a couple of seconds before yn let out a small giggle.

“why are you laughing?” hanni asked in shock.

“because I never thought I’d see the day where you would be jealous and of eunchae? she’s like an annoying pet, but you’re my girlfriend.”

“this isn’t funny,” hanni grumbled shoving yn’s shoulder.

“it is!” yn replied, “because you have nothing to be jealous of its only you.”

“really?”

“yes,” yn rolled her eyes, “now please stop pouting it’s annoying.”

hanni wrapped her arms around yn who groaned, “that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” she teased, “and please never let eunchae call the both of you melody and kuromi that’s our thing.”

“ugh get off of me.”

[luveline]

I don’t really have a request I just love anything you write💗 maybe something with girly!reader?

thanks lovely💗

Spencer wrings his hands behind his back, shifting from one foot to the other unhappily. He hasn't felt this nervous since he was young —his PhDs have acted as a shield for years now. Even if he doesn't know what to do, he physically cannot be stupid. 

He feels pretty stupid. Less when you look up, smile blinding and sticky with gloss. He's thought about how it would feel to kiss you before and he tries desperately to push the thought away now, his hands shaking where they're hidden. 

"Hey, Spencer Reid," you say, lightly teasing as you wave him toward you. "How are you?" 

"I'm good." 

"Yeah?" You gesture at the empty seat in front of you. "Are you having lunch?" 

The bureau cafeteria is less of a cafeteria in the kitchen sense and more of a staff room, though hot food is served at the very back. There are couches toward the patio of an outdoor area to the left. You sit at one of the tables near the doors. The air is cold around his ankles as he sits with you. 

"No, I– I came down for coffee, but the jug is empty." It's a bad lie. Luckily you have no idea that there's a kitchen in the BAU offices. "You're not?" 

You turn your laptop screen to him. "I ate my lunch at my desk. I'm just catching up with my show." Your laptop has stickers around the screen, silver shiny stars and tiny pink hearts that look like they're made of jelly. There's a closed bottle of nail polish resting near the keyboard. "And I'm gonna touch up my nails, too. They're always chipping." 

"They look perfect to me," Spencer says. 

You beam at him, beatific, so, so pretty, he could die. He might. "Thanks, honey. You'd look cute with painted nails, have you ever thought about it?" 

Spencer honestly forgets about his nails. He should take better care of them. He thinks about hiding them under the desk. "I don't think I could do it." 

"No one's good at it, at first. I'd paint them for you, if you wanted. I have a couple of things in my bag." 

Spencer's relieved to present freshly trimmed nails to you for painting. Your polish is a light blue colour, milky, and he assumes it'll be the one you use on him, but you decide to ruin his life, taking his hand into one of yours. You hold his fingers in a way that presents the nail as you brush cuticle oil around the edges of his nails with a small pen brush. You chatter as you do in your way, all sweet and gentle in mirror of your touch. 

He's proud of himself for keeping his cool. To have you touching him for so long, so kindly, to have your attention, it has him squirming with a mixture of pleasure and horror. He wants to be seen by you but he doesn't know if he likes what you're looking at. 

"You have really lovely hands," you say, using the tip of one of your nails to scrape stray wet polish off of his skin, "do you play piano?" 

"You can tell?" he asks. 

"Pianist's fingers," you say. "That's a thing, isn't it?" 

"I haven't played much since I was younger. I got distracted by other stuff." 

"Maths," you surmise. "And criminology?" 

Everything. He pushed away a want for human connection with books and education until it got too much. Even the wisest of honeybees will brave heavy rain for a beautiful flower, and that's sort of how he feels about you. He knows it's stupid, knows it's doomed, but he couldn't not try to speak to you. You're the prettiest girl he's ever seen, all your lip colours and shimmery eyeshadows, the chirpy way you talk, the earnestness of your please and thank yous. 

Your hands. The silver ring on your index finger dotted with tiny pink stones. Your bracelets. The smell of your perfume and your soft sweaters. 

"Done," you announce, an uncharacteristic hesitance to your tone. "Are they okay?" 

You've done a perfect job. "They're so neat. Thank you. I– I love it." 

Your eyes linger on his hands. "I love when guys wear nail polish. You're even handsomer now, it's crazy. I didn't know it was possible." 

Spencer should have more style for sure, but he asks you to dinner right then and there. 

You smile until the lashes kiss in the corners of your eyes and say yes. This new place opened just around the corner from your apartment, and you've been trying to drum up the courage to ask him all week. When Spencer hears that he almost passes out. 

[jedi-luca]

Duel of the Fates

Summary: Tony builds you lightsabers.

warning: loss of limbs, dry humor

pairings: Natasha x Reader

Ever since Natasha can remember, you loved Star Wars. You were obsessed, not to mention Natalie Portman was your first crush. She never quite thought this is where the obsession would end up.

“I don’t know man, this is pretty lame.” You sighed holding up a ‘lightsaber’ Tony made for you.

“Excuse me, did you just say lame?” Tony scoffed snatching off his safety glasses.

“Yeah I’ll just text Shuri I bet she can make me a lightsaber, and make it not a blow torch.”

“You know what no! No! I can do it! Give me that and get the hell out.” Tony grumbled, snatching the rod back.

You smirked walking out.

It was late when Tony called your room.

“It’s 4 am Tony.” Natasha glared at the bright light on the side of the bed.

“Hey Kid, wake up and get down here!” Tony said quickly.

“Whaa?” You groggily looked over your fiancé.

“GET DOWN HERE NOW!” He yelled.

“Okay jeez!” You mumbled getting up stumbling against the wall trying to find clothes.

“What is going on?” Natasha grumbled.

“I think Tony just made me a lightsaber.” You grinned putting on your shoes.

“What?!” Natasha sat up.

“Yeah! Come on babe witness history. I am going to be our world's first Jedi.”

“Oh God.” Natasha got up placing on her clothes. She knew if Tony really did make you one there would be blood shedd very soon. You liked to break in your new weapons.

You both quickly make your way to Tony’s workshop.

He downed a vodka redbull and handed one to you. Nat shook her head at you. “It’s 4 am no.” You downed it while Nat looked over at one of Tony’s suits he was making for her.

“Alright I fucking did it, and I want some damn praise! I want you to say I am the genius of geniuses!” His eyes were wild.

“Well let’s see it then.” You shrugged trying not to show your excitement.

“Give me your hands.” He demanded..

Tony placed a bracelet on you which grew to shield on your forearms just in case.

He moved aside, showing you two lightsabers that sat on the counter.

“Nat move back.” He nodded. She moved to where he pointed. “Hey dummy!” He snapped his fingers looking at his first droid he created. “Camera up and zoom in; this is history in the making!” He yelled at the robot. “Y/N, reach out for them.” He watched with anticipation.

You focused on reaching out towards them when they flew into your hands.

“Holy shit!” You laughed looking at Tony.

“Go ahead Skywalker turn them on!” 

You held them at an angle watching them turn on, emitting an illuminating blue. Laughing you look towards Stark and then over to your fiancé who watched in shock and awe. Moving over towards a secluded area you began twirling them around remembering the battle between Anakin and Obi-Wan.

“You underestimate my power!” You glare like Anakin.

“You were supposed to be the chosen one!” Tony whined before cackling like a mad man.

“Yup Tony you are the genius of geniuses.” You nod. 

“Thank you. Thank you.” He bowed.

“Let’s play.” You smirked, turning one off and handing it to Stark. The two of you began dueling only stopping when you disarmed him, calling the saber back to you.

“Stark, you just made my dream come true.” You sigh happily. “I gotta tell Petey he’s gonna be so jelly, but first I’m going on a mission.” Your eyes darkened.

“Babe no.” Natasha shook her head.

“Could you imagine the bloodshed? I think I’m feelin’ a rampage coming on.” You grin.

“You need therapy.” Tony huffed.

“Maybe Wade will let me practice on him.” You cackle, before running out the door.

“Y/N, don’t he looks weird when he grows back!” Natasha shouted.

“Oh hey Y/N, are those lightsabers?” Wade pointed. 

Natasha and Tony stood still before hearing Wade scream.

“Y/N no! Look what you've done.” Natasha glared at Tony before chasing after you.

“I may have created a monster.” Tony whispered to himself.

[storiesaplenty]

Jelly Bracelets (11) ~ (18+)

Eddie Munson x f/Reader

Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: swearing. Oral (f receiving). Pussy eating.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me: 1st gif: @eashmo

WC: 681

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: Do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Green (18+)- indicates that oral sex can be performed on a girl

Eddie Munson may be the freak of Hawkins, but he is your best friend. Who is always willing to teach you new things, even when you get new bracelets from your cousin. Eddie will even go as far as teaching & showing you what each one means.

I can't believe I just did that.

I can't believe I just blew Eddie at the Drive-In.

Now he is driving like a maniac to get back to his place, knowing Wayne wouldn't be there.

I have no idea what the hell is going to happen, but I knew I was going to have a good time no matter what.

We stopped at another red light, and Eddie was muttering under his breath, hitting his hand against the steering wheel.

"Eddie, calm down." I softly said to him as I stroked his arm.

He seemed to instantly calm down, and the light turned green.

It took us only a few more minutes to get back to his place.

He opened and slammed his door as he ran to the passenger side, opening the door for me, as he leaned against it, smiling at me.

I felt my whole body heat up at the way how he is looking at me.

I have seen him look at other people with the same look, but never at me.

Eddie held his hand out and I placed mine in his hand as he helped me out of his van.

He closed the door with his free hand and then we walked to the entrance of his trailer.

"Just one more thing." Eddie said to me, and I gave him a confused look.

I felt him snap a bracelet and he held it up for me to see which colour he snapped.

Green.

Oh fuck me, he is going to eat me out.

"I want you on my bed. Legs spread, no underwear. Keep the skirt on."

I gulped and nodded my head, already feeling myself getting even more turned on that I already am.

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"Fuck, Eddie." I cried out, as I ground my pussy against his face, as he moaned.

I knew I was fucked when Eddie came into his room, his hair tied up and away from his face as he laid between my thighs.

Kissing and nipping my inner things.

I shuddered as he went back and forth, feeling his breath over my soaked pussy.

He was teasing me and he was loving every single second of it until I whined out, "Don't tease Edde."

"I got you sweetheart. I got you." He muttered before slowly started to lick around my vagina and clit.

My eyes fluttered closed as I covered my face at the sounds that fell from my lips.

"Don't hold back sweetheart. Let me hear you." He said before doing what he was doing.

Then he changed it all.

He flattened his tongue, moving his head up and down, making sure to lick every inch of my pussy.

"Eddie, oh fuck, Eddie." I whined as my back arched off his bed, forcing him to put one arm over my midsection to keep me from moving.

His tongue was still flat against his chin, as he moves his head up and down. It was so simple, but shit, he knew what he is doing.

I pushed his head a bit closer against me, and I cried out his name as that added a bit more pressure against my pussy.

He pulled his head back slightly to nip at my thigh once more before diving back in.

This time he wrapped his lips around my clit and started to suck and lick it.

My eyes are rolling into the back of my head as I am softly chanting his name.

"Don't be quiet baby. Let me hear you."

Eddie went back to sucking in my clit, but with a bit more pressure, which is all I needed to scream out his name as I came against his face.

I heard his moans amongst mine.

Eddie continued to suck until I had to pull his head away.

His lips and chin were covered in my juices and his saliva.

He laid his head on my stomach, after taking his hair out of the pony, and wrapped his arms around me.

I ran my fingers through his curls, until I fell asleep.

♣︎

Blue (10) (18+) ♥︎ Red (12) (18+)

[rookiesbookies]

The difference between Krueger and Konig with their darlings.

Thank you @shotmrmiller for listening to my ramblings

The difference between Konig and Krueger with their darlings is a bit crazy.

Konig was so rude when he first met his darling, talking down to her. However, a Konig who is teary after his first rut. His benevolent sexism makes him feel awful for using such a delicate and sweet creature for his gross needs. His anxiety feeding him thoughts that he may have hurt his darling, that she is too pretty for him, that her situation may have made her have to sign up for this job when she may not have even wanted it, and how she must view him as such a vile monster.

Almost all of that melts away when his darling reaches under his hood and rubs his face, running her fingers through his hair. She tells him how grateful she is that he was so careful with her in such an intense moment, how grateful she is that he didn’t judge her body. His eyes widen as he realizes she understands. The next few hours were full of sweet conversations and bonding.

Krueger who is so rude as well, but has no benevolence. That a woman is a distraction from his work. That his frustrations of any kind or taken out on the field.

Krueger, who his darling finds sitting outside her bedroom door in the early mornings, mask clutched tightly in his hands, eyes blown out and down right begging. He won’t say it, he wont apologize to a woman, but he needs NEEDS his darling he understands why she’s needed now. His hand, now well washed from the sink in his bathroom, was not enough. He’s telling her to let him just touch her, but he wouldn’t without her permission. He’s only running his hands over her forearms, grinding lazily against her pajamas pants the first time he ends up needing her. He cums in his pants and threatens her before leaving, some bullshit about how she will never tell anyone if she wants to live.

A Kruger, who now gets sexual satisfaction just from her scent. He’s addicted to her, she brings him comfort, yet he has no clue how to express it properly so he comes off angry and mean. She can see in his eyes he’s not, she just wishes he could say it to her.

Krueger who tries desperately to ask Konig how he got his darling to be so obedient. Not knowing how soft Konig is with her, and not knowing how to ask without sounding condescending.

Konig who acts all tough and rude but in reality he’s reaching behind him to hold her foot while sitting in this meeting because she’s his emotional support animal (like Jelly Roll and Bunny when he presented at the senate (i think it was the senate))

Konig, who won’t dare tell Krueger that the only reason his darling always knows is because he got those stupid couples bracelets off tiktok so he can press the button and her’s lights up. She presses it the first time to let him know she saw it, pressing a second time when she’s near. Sometimes he makes it light up just to let her know he needs her in that moment, sometimes its just to sit there and exist near him, sometimes its standing outside the door looking in the glass where he can see her when he talks in a meeting, sometimes it’s rubbing his back and holding his hand in stressful training with new recruits, sometimes he needs her sexual right then in there.

All Krueger sees is that every time Konig needs her, his darling is there and Krueger craves it.

Konig tries to tell him without telling him that he melted into the arms of his darling, but Krueger won’t understand it unless told straight up.

Krueger who goes to his darling to try to talk but finds her door unlocked and her laying in her bath.

��Are you-”

“I’m just incredibly sore.” She hummed, head propped on the edge of the tub with a towel and a cool wash cloth over her eyes.

“I-”

“They said in your file you wouldn’t apologize, so don’t bother trying.” She grumbled.

“If you know-”

“Why do I seem so grumpy?” She mocked, taking the wash cloth off her face. “I’m doing you a favor and I still get called a whore.” She said, putting her pointer finger to his chest.

There was silence.

Kruger who is trying to make you understand the way Konig made his darling understand but he has no clue how gentle Konig is with her, nor does he understand the chaos in Konig’s head when his darling isn't near brought on by his monster. Krueger, who does everything but beg and plead and cry to Konig about it, asking how he did it because his darling is so hateful and he hates it because he knows he caused it.

“I’m sorry for how I was.” He mumbled, not meeting her eyes. He didn’t see them soften as she got up to leave. She was too shocked to go after him, too sore to chase him, too naked and wet to do anything.

He locked her door and closed it as he stepped out, a small act of kindness that she didn’t realize until someone tried to open it as she was getting dressed later to give her papers.

She slipped a little sticky note written with words of forgiveness on it under his door later that night.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to be jealous of Konig anymore.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

[eepwriting]

EEPWRITING MY BELOVED. i was just ivy barricade and i am. a mess. needing some ivy headcanons, can be nsfw or sfw !!!! i love him so much

- funera1pyre 🌹

IV Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw sandwiched between sweetness

HIII my lovely funera1 🌹 I live for your asks and of course I’m excited to write about ivyyyy!! Also I’M JELLY BUT SO HAPPY YOU GOT TO SEE THEM!! Thanks for your request as always 🤍

!! mdni !!

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✶ When I say iv would the sweetest bf I MEAN IT!!

✶ Always bringing you back little gifts and trinkets from all the states and countries he visits.

✶ Would definitely put them all in a box and write a detailed list of all the items and why he thought you’d like them.

✶ Gift giving is definitely at the top of his list on how he shows his love and appreciation.

✶ ALSO BAKING!!! Loves baking you sweet treats.

✶ Gets you matching jewelry!!!

✶ Ya know that tiktok trend with the eye color bracelets? Yeah, he’s deffo excitedly running to you asking you to do it with him.

✶ Drives him crazy when you wear his name around your neck. Bonus points if you wear a shirt, jacket or hoodie of his at the same time.

✶ Has a whole folder in his phone of sneaky and not so sneaky pics of you looking cute in his clothes. Scrolls through the pics when he’s away and missing you.

✶ Has a whole separate folder for his eyes only.

✶ Full of pics of you painted with his cum, love bites, scratches, bite marks.

✶ Practically begs you to send him pics and audios when he’s away.

✶ The pics he sends back… OH BOY

✶ Never hides his pure want and desperation for you, feels no shame at all.

✶ As mentioned in his nsfw alphabet, boy loves when you praise him.

✶ Unabashedly whimpers when you call him “Good/Sweet/Pretty Boy.”

✶ Has finished more than once just from your words and teasing touches.

✶ BIG fan of make out sessions and dry humping.

✶ Is an A+ cuddle buddy, always warm and inviting.

✶ Likes to give you scalp massages while he’s curled around you.

✶ Whispers jokes and compliments in your ear before lazily pecking your cheek.

✶ Has a death grip on you when he sleeps, claiming he can’t sleep peacefully if he’s not holding you.

✶ Wakes up before you most of the time, whips up some muffins or pastries and brings them to you to eat in bed.

✶ Never asks you to help with the kitchen cleanup but gladly lets you if you offer.

✶ Smiles sweetly at you the whole time, squeezes your hip every time he passes you, wraps his arms around you while you help with washing the dishes.

✶ Always ends with him humming a tune, your feet on top of his as he spins around the kitchen with you wrapped in a hug.

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THIS MAN!! I could cry 😭

Hope this was an okay list!!! Thanks for reading and letting me spew juicy ivy brainrot 🤍

K. Bye bye.

[lyrinsluv]

1:08am

timeskip! semi x [bartender] reader

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wordcount: 893! :D

it was a typical night at the bar. you watch some college kids get drunker and drunker because they’re ‘celebrating’ the end of their midterms. at the other side of the counter, you see an old guy trying to flirt aimlessly with the hot girl who always orders a sophisticated drink. you grumble quietly as you make the stupid mai tai for her. but, there was one interesting thing that was slightly different. you knew that the restaurant always hosted gigs for underground bands, and of course, eita semi’s band was playing. 

god, you never knew that you were into guys with ashy hair. 

his band takes a break and he comes up to you. thankfully you were the only one running the bar tonight. you give him your typical customer service smile and nod before handing the mai tai to the woman. you turn to him, the smile still prominent on your face. 

“would you like me to open up a tab for you?” you ask softly. he nods, leaning onto the counter. was this love at first sight? 

“mm, yeah. i’ll just have a bourbon on the rocks,” he replies. you quickly get to making his drink. you wanted to get to know him better, even if he didn’t know your name. 

“so.. how long have you been doing music for?” you ask as you turn back to him, the ice in the small glass. 

“ah... i first picked it up when i got out of high school. it was something i became passionate about over time.” he says as he sits down on the stool, further away from the college students and the hopeless man. 

you nod with a slight smile on your face with your back to him. you could’ve sworn that you felt him checking you out, but you didn’t want to feed your delusions. 

“do.. you do something else other than this?” you ask as you place his glass in front of him. maybe luck was on your side tonight because no one was asking you to make any drinks. his gaze met yours and the eye contact was tainted with a little bit of lust and mainly attraction. 

“yeah.. yeah, i do some stuff with government administration,” he says in a breath, referring back to his public service. 

“that’s a pretty name, no?” he asks coyly as he looks down at your name tag. your legs felt like jelly as he looked back up at you. oh god, his jewelry wasn’t helping this. the rings on his fingers, his silver necklace, his bracelets. they complimented his arms so much. thank god for men in tank tops. 

“me? i’d like to think so,” you mumble back as you look back at his face. 

“what’s yours?’ you ask as you tilt your head to the side ever so slightly. 

“eita semi. how about we skip formalities and call each other by our first names?” he asks as he sips on his bourbon. in your head, your mouth dropped to the floor. but in reality, you just chuckled quietly. 

“how sweet of you, eita,” you say during your chuckle. sadly, the flirting session got cut short after his bandmate said that it was time for them to perform again. he stands up, the smile still on his lips. he takes the last sip of his bourbon and he speaks up again. 

“what time do you get off?” he asks as he looks into your eyes again. 

“soon.” you say quietly as you look back at him.

it was soon. they performed one last time for the night, and you're wiping up the counters. sometimes you were glad that the bar closed at the same time as the restaurant. you look around and chuckle at the hostess kicking out all of the college kids. 

you caught his eye. 

you open the back door which leads to an alleyway, and of course, he’s standing there. his bandmates were long gone and he was there all alone. your eyes widen for a second. you didn’t think he’d wait for you to close. 

it was 1:08, and now his hands were around your waist. his hands on your waist felt so sinful, but you couldn’t help but indulge in this sin. he was totally sober, and you didn’t give a shit if you had a hot singer's hands all over your body in a gross alleyway. 

“eita, do you do this to every bartender you meet?” you ask in a bashful manner, a slight hue of pink eminent on both of your cheeks. 

“nah, just you,” he murmurs back as his face leans into yours. his smile on his face felt even more reprehensible but it just felt so good. it wasn’t a shock that you leaned in to kiss him first. he enjoyed that. a lot, even. you could feel his little laugh and his smirk as he leaned in, his fingers scrunching up your work shirt. he deepened the kiss which entailed the night that you two shared. 

maybe it wasn't just a one-night stand with this hot guy. one-night stands became so frequent that you both just assumed you were dating. eita semi had a thing for you: the cute bartender who just happened to serve him that night.

[lupinmoonlight]

Can i request for Prof. Lupin and student reader, where Lupin is jelly because reader keeps spending time with Harry, Ron and Hermione? Just fluff please 🥺🙏

Thank you 😊😊 this is my first time so I hope i did it right and I didn't offend you 🙁

Masterlist AO3

Nothing Else Mattered

Summary - You are in your last year at Hogwarts and everything is going wrong. In the chaos, you developed a relationship with Professor Lupin. One night, you have a panic attack and he comforts you.

Warnings - mentions of war, panic attack, angst, hurt with comfort and fluff, teacher/student (of age) relationship, my grammar.

Notes - Thank you so much Anon for your request! I apologize for the delay, I have been busy with university. I kind of got carried away and it turned into a hurt/comfort fic somehow... I still tried to incorporate some elements of jealousy. I hope you still enjoy it. Also, for the purpose of this fic, Remus is still teaching post Prisoner of Azkaban. The bracelet mentioned is inspired by this fic.

The first time you saw him was on the train to Hogwarts. You were young then (he certainly wasn't), and life was still somewhat normal. You firmly believed that the moment you laid your eyes on him was the last time you were ever innocent. It was like everything went quiet. Your best friends' bickering became a distant, muffled sound. The excited laughter coming from other compartments vanished. It was just him. His sandy brown hair, his kind eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages, the scent of old books, warm wood, and something you couldn't quite place- a hint of the wild, like the air just before a storm. He was intoxicating. And he was also a teacher. And you certainly did not plan to fall in love with him. And he certainly did not plan to fall in love at all, let alone with a student. But it was now 4 years later, the world had gone to shit, it was your last year, and nothing mattered anymore. So you both decided to live, to love. 

Your last year was a mess, really. You didn't care about your grades, you didn't care about your sleep, you didn't care about your life. The only thing keeping you alive was him, his touch, his voice. You could never get enough of him. You clung to him like a lifeline, because that's what he was to you at that particular time. 

Remus, on the other hand, cared about your life. He wanted to protect you, to keep you safe from all the horrors happening around you, but it was not an easy task when your relationship was so secret and forbidden. Your recent recklessness only added to the difficulty. You were hanging out with your three friends almost all the time, sneaking out of your dorm with them at night, getting yourself into dangerous situations and, somehow, Remus was always there to save you. He would scold you, tell you it was the last time you would get yourself into such trouble, but it was never the last time. 

You started to notice how your behaviour took a toll on him. How he looked tired. On top of dealing with the full moon every month, he had to keep up with his teaching, grading, Order missions, and recently, he had to keep you alive. You were disgusted with yourself, but it's like you couldn't help it. So you started to distance yourself from him. 

You would always find an excuse to not spend time with him. You would have to help Ron with studying. Hermione would ask you to go to Hogsmeade. Harry would teach you how to fly better- you didn't even care about flying. Just- anything. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him and how much he still loved you after everything. The guilt was eating you up from the inside. 

So Remus would do what he could to keep up with you. At night, he would track you down on his map, watching your little name label sneak out of the dorm with Harry, Ron, and Hermione to do Merlin-knew-what. He had even given you a gift- a bracelet of a linked pair that would allow the wearers to communicate and appear together over any distance- so that you could summon him at any given time if you needed him. But you didn't even want to wear it, for fear he would just lose more sleep over your recklessness if you didn't answer him. He would reprimand you for sneaking out and not wearing your bracelet, but you would just roll your eyes at him. What would he do, after all? Give you detention? Maybe, but it was just another thing you didn't care about. He didn't understand why you acted like that with him so suddenly. He felt a pang of jealousy at all the time you were spending with your three friends, but he didn't say anything. You were young and free, after all, and he was old with responsibilities. 

Despite your behaviour, he would still kiss you, tell you he loved you, hold you close against his chest. You would breathe in his scent, let his warmth fill you- a rare moment of peace amidst all the chaos in your life. But then you would suddenly pull away, not wanting to let yourself be weak, not wanting to break him further. 

For some reason, that night, you needed to feel close to him. You slid the bracelet around your wrist and a warmth reached Remus' own. 

[You're wearing it.]

He sent. 

"Yeah, good night."

You replied dryly. You didn't want him to worry. You just wanted to feel him. He didn't reply, but you knew he was there. 

That night, you wanted to feel something. Something strong to numb you, to forget the pain and anxiety. It didn't matter, after all. It was war. Nothing mattered. Your best friend was basically scheduled to die, and so were you, realistically. 

You snuck out again, making your way through the dark corridors of the castle. The eerie stillness of the night was familiar now. Your steps were measured and confident- you knew exactly what you were after: the strongest Dreamless Sleep potion you could get your hands on, and the only place to find it was in Professor Snape's potions storage. So that's where you were going. 

Once there, you quietly mumbled a spell to unlock the door and started rummaging through the potions like a desperate junkie. Except you were not a junkie. You were a young woman who was scared. But you didn't want to admit it to yourself. Remus knew that. 

Remus was tracking you on his map. His heart was racing as he saw where you were headed. 

[What are you doing?]

You felt the warmth on your wrist, but decided to ignore it. You needed your fix, and you needed it now. You just wanted to sleep- for a long time- until the war was over. 

You found the vial you were looking for and made your escape. Everything was going as planned- except it wasn't. As you stumbled out, your vision blurred, your chest tightened and your fingers felt tingly. There was not enough air. You sank to the floor, clutching at your wrist to try to call Remus, but your mind was a mess and you could not coherently form a sentence. 

Remus' eyes were fixated on the map, following your every move, and when he saw you come to a halt, his heart sank. 

[Y/N, what are you doing?]

[Y/N answer me.]

[If you don't answer me right now, I'm coming to get you.] 

You could feel the warmth around your wrist, you tried to focus on it, to let it ground you, but it wasn't enough. 

He couldn't take it anymore. He touched his bracelet and appeared next to your body in the deserted corridor where he found you sitting on the ground, gasping for air. 

"Hey, hey, I'm here. It's me. I'm here," he said as he knelt in front of you. 

But you were too far gone in your head. You didn't even register as you were lifted up from the floor. Your legs were not working, but apparently they didn't need to work because Remus was carrying you. All you could register was the familiar scent of old books and warm wood, just like on the train when you had first seen him. You were safe. 

Remus quickly carried you back to his quarters, making sure you would not be seen. He sits you on his bed and sits behind you, pulling you tightly against his chest. This was familiar to him and he knew it was the only thing that could calm you down. Except this time, as you felt his arms around you, it was like he was trying to hold back a tsunami. Somehow, he did. He held you together as you sobbed. Hard. The guilt, the pain, the anxiety, the love, the distance. Everything came flooding to you at once and it was like you were going to explode. But you wouldn't, because he was there like he always was. 

"I've got you," he whispered in your ear. 

You were scared for him. Scared you would break him. So you tried to pull away. You couldn't stand hurting him more. But he didn't let you. 

"No, stay here. Stay with me." 

You weren't sure if he was talking about the physical or mental part of you because were both trying to escape. 

"No more running from me, okay? I'm here for you. You don't have to be scared."

His voice was firm yet gentle. He was always gentle- and it made you feel even guiltier. 

"I'm drowning. I'm drowning..." you kept repeating, and the thought of drowning him with you made your stomach turn. 

"You're not drowning, love. I'm right here. We're going to get through this." 

Get through what? Your panic attack? The end of the school year? The war? It didn't matter. You just believed him, and slowly, the tsunami turned into small waves, and then into an eerily still ocean. Was it the calm before or after the storm? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, in fact. All that mattered was that you could breathe now and that Remus was holding you, gently rocking you back and forth. 

As he felt you relax against him, he pulled away slightly and turned your body so you faced him. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. 

"I- I'm sorry," you spoke, but the words caught in your throat. 

"Look at me," he said softly. 

You reluctantly met his gaze through your wet eyelashes, expecting to see anger, resentment, disgust. But all you saw was love, and you knew then that it would be okay. 

"There you are," he said with a smile in his voice. You didn't even need to speak. That's what you loved with Remus. You were never good with words, but somehow he always got you just by looking at you. He was scarily perceptive. 

He leaned in to kiss your forehead, and you felt the familiar scruff of his mustache against your skin. It was soothing. It was him. It was home. He let his lips linger there longer than usual, as if knowing you needed it to ground yourself. 

He pulled away slowly and studied your face for a moment. 

"You know, I understand if you want to spend more time with your friends. You're so young and what is happening to you- to all of you- isn't fair. You need each other. I'm sorry if I made you feel suffocated-"

"No," you interrupted, "I was just...I was trying to lose myself. To forget that maybe tomorrow I might lose you." 

He gently wiped your tears away with his thumb and pressed another kiss on your forehead. 

"None of that, now. Eat this, you'll feel better," he said as he reached into his cardigan and brought up a piece of chocolate to your lips. 

You chuckled a bit. It was the first thing you had ever heard him say and there he was, 4 years later, still firmly believing chocolate could fix some of life's most painful ailments. You accepted the piece, knowing better than to refuse chocolate from Remus John Lupin. He leaned in again, this time to capture your lips, and then nothing else mattered. 

[gyaru-wish]

BULLIES, OCCULT CLUB AND DELINQUENTS APPEARENCE HEADCANONS

(This one is kinda long.)

Bullies:

They don't wear the shoes of the school uniform, they use more stylized ones.

When it's very hot, they don't wear socks.

Most of Hana's hair is blonde extensions to make it more spongy.

Musume is very discriminating about weight... It means that all of them have a certain weight to please Musume.

Kashiko has the longest nails (Even if they are false)

Hana tans from the sun. Kokoro and Hoshiko get spray tans, Musume gets tanning beds, and Kashiko is a natural skin.

Hoshiko uses a lot more makeup because she has dark circles under her eyes.

The clips and accessories they use in their hair have lots of rhinestones and fake gems.

From time to time they use colored cardigans, you know, for call the atention.

Their PE uniforms are also colored because Akademi's blue is plain and boring.

Hana has a small tattoo on her ankle.

Musume has a navel piercing.

Hoshiko has one of those piercings that cover the entire line of the ear (Idk the name of those bro)

Kashiko sticks stickers on almost all of her things.

Kokoro has jelly nails. Also jelly lips.

Kokoro is the shortest, Hana is the tallest.

Occult Club:

They all have bracelets on their arms. Especially Kokuma.

Kokuma wears a longer skirt.

Chojo uses eyeliner.

Shin has cat hair all over his uniform because of Wilson. Wilson is Shin's cat and it's fat, that's important.

Supana uses different shoes. In the sense that she sometimes wears a Demonias on her left foot and a Converse on her right foot. She does the same with her stocking.

Oka wears extra hoodies. She is usually cold.

They are all so pale that they look like c0rpses.

Daku sometimes wears hats to protect himself from the sun. It affects him more.

Chojo is always frowning.

Shin wears chains on his pants.

Chojo likes spiked accessories. So he always wears them. Necklaces, bracelets, shoes. All. Has. Spikes.

Daku's shirts have embroidered sleeves.

Kokuma and Supana have custom stocking.

I think eyebags is something we all knew.

Oka has dry lips.

Boys have long nails. Especially Chojo (He lets them grow on purpose to paint them.)

The girls constantly bite their nails... Except Supana.

Shin is very paranoid and it shows on his face.

Daku wears colored contact lenses.

Ever since Supana got fake fangs... Well. It became somewhat compulsive to buy them. Everybody wants to play vampire, shh.

They are all very, very skinny. They never eat anything. I mean yes but- It's not something they like to do.

Chojo has sticky hands. Nobody knows why.

Oka is the shortest, Daku is the tallest.

Shin wears glasses from time to time, he doesn't really need them but he feels cool.

Chojo uses hoodies tied around his waist.

Delinquents:

The first time they dyed their hair, they cried because they didn't know what they were doing.

Gaku is the shortest, Dairoku is the tallest.

Gaku has freckles.

All of them have at least one tattoo, but it is noteworthy that Hokuto and Hayanari have couple tattoos.

Osoro has the biggest tattoo. She has an angel on her back, by that I mean the images that say "This is what real angels look like".

They all have piercings, but it is noteworthy that Dairoku has a tongue piercing.

Very few people notice how really pretty Osoro is.

Their bodies are full of scars, bumps and bruises. (Osoro has more, honestly)

Their uniforms are stained with bl00d. It's hidden because they are black.

Although many believe it, they do not have marked bodies. They are just fit, but nothing remarkable. (Except for Osoro)

On certain days, you can see how their hair dye degrades with their natural hair colors. Umeji looks gorgeous with pink blond hair.

[zerosomnia]

Neteyam x Human!reader - part 2

Summary: The part 2 is more from Neteyam's point of view, long story short, it's Neteyam's birthday and he is wildly overthinking the little moment between you two - what will happen when you're finally alone again?

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None really, just my personal headcannon of Neteyam being a bit of an overthinker

Word Count: 1.2k

Saying you had been avoiding Neteyam since the little incident the week prior was an understatement. And your avoidance wouldn’t have necessarily been noticeable to the regular person, if you hadn’t been practically running out of the room whenever he was nearby.

Neteyam found himself in a bit of a slump; his birthday was typically a good day, usually consisting of a little rest and some shared family joy. Of course, this time was a tad different with the whole integration into the Metkayina clan. Yet he still couldn’t help but feel it was horribly incomplete. He had been trying to hang out with you more often since the morning in the cabin - but everytime he got the chance, you bolted. Maybe he had gotten too close and made you uncomfortable during his visit? That thought left a horrible, cold dread sinking into the pit of his stomach, luckily, he didn’t get to focus on it much as the hustle and bustle of his siblings barging into the tent after their morning lessons interrupted his spiralling thoughts.

“Neteyam!” Tuk ran over to him, excitedly holding a small, clumsily made bracelet in her hands. Something about her excited  grin had him smiling too, despite his initial upset.

“Aw crap!” Spider cursed aloud, earning a solid glare from Neytiri who had been preparing food by the fire. He slinked back a bit before continuing his sentence, trying to meekly distract himself from her murderous glance. “I left your present up in the cabin, I’ll head back and get it.”

This was his chance! “Well, if you’re going anyway, I can come with you.” Neteyam tried not to give away his true intentions, but that didn’t stop Spider and Lo’ak from sharing a knowing smirk.

“Right… you totally just want to go get your gift,” Lo’ak snickered, earning smiles and laughs from the family. Neteyam rolled his eyes, gently bumping his brother’s shoulder as he followed Spider out of the maori pod.

The walk was mostly quiet between the two boys, it wasn’t until the cabin was in sight that Spider piped up again.

“Y’know, maybe it’s a good thing you’re coming over.” Neteyam side eyed Spider, expecting this to be the lead up to some sly joke, but was surprised when he seemed a little concerned instead. “She hasn’t been out of her room much, well,  she’s been out of it less than usual - maybe it’ll be good for her to see you” Neteyam stayed silent, he knew you two weren’t close - but did you really dislike him that much? He had almost had hope that your shared moment was a turning point, that you two could have been something.

“Maybe… Maybe I should leave her alone then?” He didn’t know what to think.

“No.” Spider was surprisingly stern. “I think you two should talk.” Neteyam’s heart dropped, did Spider know something?

The cabin steps rattled under the boys’ combined weight; he couldn’t tell whether the shaking of the platform was a result of their presence or because his legs had turned to jelly. The door hissed, allowing them into the airlock where the pair swapped gear - Spider removing his mask, and Neteyam grabbing his own. He thanked Eywa that he could still, somewhat, breath human air, he really didn’t want to have this conversation in the silly looking mask. Spider plopped himself down onto the sofa, motioning causally down the hallway towards your room. “Go on, good luck.” The shit-eating grin was back on his face, and it didn’t reassure Neteyam in the slightest. His mouth felt like a desert, and he found himself desperately trying to swallow his nerves. 

The door to your room was slightly ajar, allowing a small ray of light to pierce into the dark hallway. He knocked gently, subconsciously leaning towards the opening so that he could hear into the room. He could hear you fumbling around a bit, and the clinking of glass as you continued working.

“Come in,” you called back over your shoulder, still engrossed in looking down at the glass cases filled with samples that you had collected from your day.

He nervously stepped through the door, closing it after him to keep Spider’s prying ears from hearing your conversation. He awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to get your attention but not wanting to interrupt your work.

“Hi.” You practically fell off of your chair when he spoke, spinning round to face him with saucer-like eyes.

“Oh… um, hi.” You stared at him, the surprise visible on your face.

“Not who you were expecting?” He awkwardly chuckled, suddenly regretting ever inviting himself over.

You visibly relaxed at his observation. “Well, I knew it wasn’t Spider - he never knocks. I just wasn’t expecting you,”

“Yea well, I thought I’d come check on you. Apparently Spider’s worried - in his way. He said you’d locked yourself away in here. “ You blinked at him, processing his statement.

“Locked myself away?” you stood up, Neteyam admired the adorable scrunch of your eyebrows as you tried to recall any indications of Spider’s concern. Realisation dawned on your face. “Oh. I know what this is about.” you groaned. Marching over to your bedside dresser, as you explained. “I wasn’t ‘locking myself away’ - I was doing something.” As you found what you were searching for, Neteyam recognised the netted material of the weaving piece he had seen the last time he visited. You toyed with it sheepishly as you made your way back over to him.

“What’s this?” He lowered his head towards you. His skin tingled with electricity as you gently took his wrist in your hands. Your palms were so soft, he had to stop himself from shuddering as you slid the arm band up towards his bicep. The lack of distance between you both was dizzying, you deftly worked your hands around his muscled bicep, untwisting the parts which had become dishevelled as you had put it on him.

“Happy Birthday,” You kept your eyes on his arm, a small smile gracing your face. He was grateful, but he wasn’t looking at your gift, his eyes were trained on your lips. 

“So you’re not upset, about the other week?” You looked up at him, shaking your head with a confused quirk of your eyebrows. 

“No?”

“Good.” That was all he needed to hear as he gently pulled you in by your hips, finally closing the distance between your lips. His kiss was gentle at first, unsure. But when your arms looped themselves around his neck and pulled him in closer, it quickly became hungry, devouring you like he’d been waiting his whole life. You both let out a shuddering breath when you pulled away, resting your foreheads against each other. He closed his eyes. “I was so nervous that I’d scared you away,” You chuckled a little at his confession.

“You definitely didn’t - I just didn’t want to ruin the surprise before you’d gotten it.” You paused. “You do like it, right?” He pulled back and studied it for a moment.

“It’s beautiful.” You both jumped at a sudden loud voice from the other side of the door.

“Finally!” Spider shouted. “She’s been stressing all week.” Neteyam recoiled a little as you screamed back at Spider, and released you so that you could hunt Spider down in the hallway. As he watched you run out of the door,  Neteyam smiled to himself. 

“Best birthday ever.”

[tommoschaffner]

« much more than i bargained for »

little warning uh im a minor !! nsfw blogs dni please ^_^

summary — steve goes in for snacks, and comes out with a FAT crush.

promt — ‘ candy ‘

this will have multiple chapters that i will post whenever i have the energy to write more ^_^ im often busy with school+homework ++ so dont expect weekly updates or whatever LOL

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Steve sighs as he enters the shop, the little one at the top of his street, right at the corner. There’s music playing through the speakers, but not the usual kind he hears at the shops. Steve wants to say it’s— cooler? Yeah, cooler.

He bobs his head to the beat a little as he wanders inside, a high-pitched bell ringing as he does. The guy working the till’s head shoots up at the sound, like he’s scared or something. He makes eye contact with Steve, before smiling softly and looking back down.

Steve lets his eyes trail down his body, following his arms, down to his hands, where they’re holding a magazine between his slender legs, which are hanging off an old wooden stool.

He’s got tattooed wrists, and forearms, and hands. His fingers are decorated with delicate little designs, which are mostly covered with his many rings. Steve notices one in particular, a silver band with two little bat wings. It matches the tattoo just under his elbow, the one of a swarm of bats. His eyes begin to travel back up, spotting a bunch of, what look like, homemade bracelets on one of his wrists. They have words, but it’s not like Steve can read them, not from this far away.

It’s a few minutes before Steve realises he literally hasn’t peeled his eyes off the cashier, or even moved at all. He snaps back into reality when another customer enters, ringing the bell behind him.

Fuck, what was he in here for again? Oh— yeah, snacks. Candy. Robin and Nance are probably bored of waiting for him. Or not, Steve doesn't think they could get bored even if they tried, not when they have a house to themselves.

Steve finally moves, and he swears to God, every single one of his bones have been replaced with jelly.

As he wonders around the shop, crossing the different foods Robin requested off his list, he makes a mental note of how much money he’s gonna need.

A dollar fifty, three dollars, four dollars and ninety-nine cents.

He ends up with candy, and drinks, which all amounts to ten dollars and fifty cents.

Steve sort of doesn’t notice that he’s at the counter ‘til the guy behind it asks if he wants a bag. They’re so close now, Steve can see what he looks like up close. He has these gorgeous eyes, that sort of droop down at the ends. Thick, dark, eyelashes that cast a shadow on his cheeks. And, most notably, long, curled hair. A rich, dark brown colour. Strands of it lay on his shoulders, almost blocking the view of the badge on his shirt, his name tag, that says ‘Eddie’, in little, blue letters.

“Do you? Want a bag, I mean,” Eddie repeats, seemingly now a little annoyed. Steve watches his lips when he speaks, and, fuck, he’s pierced. Angel fangs, Steve recalls in his head. That’s what they’re called, the ones that look like sharp, shiny teeth. He wonders what they’d feel like if he kissed Eddie, how they contrast of his plush, warm lips with cold, hard metal would feel. The thoughts send a wave of heat rushing through Steve’s belly.

“No, I— I’m okay, I’ve got my own,” he says, pulling his rucksack off his shoulders and unzipping it.

Eddie just smiles that same, soft smile, tells Steve how much money he needs to give him.

And Steve gives him the money, wordlessly. He puts his shopping in his bag, wordlessly. And he looks back up at Eddie, again, wordlessly. Like he’s expecting him to do something else. Or maybe he’s waiting on himself to do something.

Eddie swears he can hear the cogs turning in Steve’s brain.

“Well— okay, uh, bye, thank you!” Steve smiles, and practically sprints out of the shop.

He rushes home with a million thoughts in his head, the main one being something along the lines of ‘why, in the absolute fuck, didn’t you ask for his number? Or at least try to make small talk?’

Steve can’t answer that. He doesn't know why.

Well, there’s always next time.

[tarlosmalec]

WIP WEDNESDAY

this was supposed to be for @tarlosweeklyprompts but it stayed in my drafts, these games finally got me back to working on this (and yes I finally got around to make the banner lol)

TK was just about to change the song when, suddenly, a frisbee came flying towards him. He managed to catch it before it hit his face and turned to see who it belonged to. And there, standing a few feet to his right, was a handsome guy, looking a little wide-eyed and embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled nervously, shifting on his feet and fidgeting with the bracelet on his left hand. “The wind picked up and I couldn’t control the throw.”

“Oh, umm,” TK blinked, mesmerised by those brown eyes, soft lips, strong arms and tan skin standing there, blessing his day. “It’s okay! No worries at all,” he smiled, biting his lip to not grin —which he knew he probably failed at.

“Thanks,” the guy said, grinning back. “Can I have it back?”

TK blinked again, remembering that he still had the frisbee in his hands. “Oh, of course!” he chuckled a little embarrassed, giving the disc back to him.

“Thanks… I’ll see you around, then?” the guy asked, walking backwards, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

“Sure”, TK shrugged, trying to be nonchalant.

With a wink, he disappeared among the crowd and TK fell back on his towel and closed his eyes, returning to his music world. At least, he tried to.

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #280

I feel like hot garbage today for reasons I don't understand. So I'm just going to tell you a little about what happened today, and then I'm going to show you some pictures that I didn't get a chance to show you yet, and then I'm going to show you a Tumblr post with a piece of art that reminded me of you.

I rambled a lot in therapy today. I didn't feel like I had anything of substance to discuss.

I briefly saw Bn and the dandelion-haired man. We talked a little, but my head felt like it was full of cotton fluff. I wasn't able to retain most of what was said. Bn was waiting for me when I arrived in my car, and he showed me a couple of crystals he carries, as well as a small collection of bracelets made of spherical semiprecious stones. It was pretty neat! But my senses and my mind were dull and cloudy; I couldn't muster up any focus for shit.

The dandelion-haired man sent me home with a package of Jaffa Cakes, though. I had never seen or heard of them before today. Here's what the package looks like:

They're a spongy cookie slathered in sweet orange jelly with a chocolate coating covering the orange jelly. I took one bite and knew immediately that this would be one of J's favorite things! And so I went home and gave him one, and my assessment was absolutely correct.

And then it was time for physical therapy. I was given a new exercise. It's supposed to work my lower trapezius, I guess. Mostly it just makes my right ring and pinky finger feel weird and tingly. 3 sets of 10 repetitions. Guess I'll be trying that for the foreseeable future and hoping that something good happens.

…And in a week's time, I get 4 teeth removed. Unless they reschedule me again. Guess we'll see…

I don't have a whole lot for you. I'm sorry about that. I've felt like hot garbage for most of today for unknown reasons; objectively, today was pretty great. For some reason, though, I still feel like hot garbage, despite having taken a nap. So... I guess I'll show you a bunch of pictures that I had been meaning to show you, but haven't gotten around to showing you. But first I'll show you a couple more I took today.

Here is how I woke up this morning:

Here are the results of today's nap:

...It took me some time to extricate myself from my predicament; I am Hunter's and Mogwai's favorite napping spot, and it's illegal to move while a cat is on you. Surely, you understand.

Anyway. Here are the rest of the pictures. These were taken days ago, but... I just never got around to showing them to you. And I don't have anything else to say. So here you go...

Moon bright enough to make rainbows in the clouds:

A friendly chicken! These were taken by J:

A cute spider! These were also taken by J:

...Oh. And. I was browsing various places, and I came across this picture drawn by someone else on Tumblr. It reminded me so much of you. Please look at this one:

...You know...? Regarding that beautiful, lovely, warm, and fluffy-looking black wing of yours... Did you know that when animals who can see UV light look at a crow, they see a rainbow-colored bird?

It works kind of like this... I know that this isn't a crow, but the principles are the same:

...Hey, Sephiroth...? Do your fancy eyes allow you to see UV light?

...Hey, Sephiroth...? Is your wing actually rainbow-colored...? Like the crows...? And it's just that we can't see it...?

...

...I'm going to assume that it is. But even if it's not, black is a pretty color, too.

I love you. So please stay safe out there. Don't die. And don't eat weird things off the ground. Them's the rules; my best friend BB and I made them. And you wouldn't wanna break 'em, okay? Or else we'll have to sentence you to 1000 years of hanging out and playing video games and watching funny stuff on YouTube and eating tasty snacks with us. oooEEEoooEEEooo~...!!! (insert spooky arm waggles here to drive home what a "cruel" and "terrible" fate this would be).

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[storiesaplenty]

Jelly Bracelets (10) ~ (18+)

Eddie Munson x f/Reader

Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: swearing. Oral (m receiving) cum swallowing. Face fucking. Semi-public blowjob.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me: 1st gif @spookynebula

WC: 1017

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: Do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Blue (18+) - indicates oral sex performed on a guy

Eddie Munson may be the freak of Hawkins, but he is your best friend. Who is always willing to teach you new things, even when you get new bracelets from your cousin. Eddie will even go as far as teaching & showing you what each one means.

Eddie Munson's Pov:

It has been a week since she jerked me off.

I can't get the image of her face covered with my cum.

"Not bad Eddie." Echoed through my mind randomly and then I get flashes of her cleaning her face with her fingers and then tasting me.

She is acting like that didn't happen.

She is talking about the movie we are seeing at the drive-in tonight.

We are going to a later show so there will be less people around.

"I'll make some popcorn and bring it with us. How does that sound Eddie?"

"Yeah, whatever you want to do is fine." I told her, only half listening.

"I'll grab some of your favourite chocolate as well. Maybe that will put you in a better mood." She said to me.

"I am in a perfectly fine mood." I grumbled.

"I don't know what has your panties in a twist, but please fix it by the time I get back. Remember we are taking your van."

I just flipped her off as she left my trailer, making her laugh loudly at me.

"You know, I thought you would have been more excited for this Sid and Nancy movie." She said to me.

"I am." I tried to say.

"Well, we can always go back to your place if you don't wanna watch it."

"I said I am excited. We are going to watch it." I snapped it.

We got to the Drive-In and picked a spot off to the side, but still have a good view of the screen.

It was a Thursday night, so this place wasn't packed, which I liked right now.

"You know maybe I will just go and sit in one of the seats." I turned my head to face her.

"Why the hell would you do that?"

"You clearly don't what to be near me. You have hardly said a word to me this week." I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous she sounded.

"Of course I want to be near you. You are my best fucking friend." My tone didn't sound nice at all, which I regret.

"Well, what is going on with you Eddie?"

"I am fine." I tried to tell her once more.

"You are lying to me." She opened her door, and got out of my van.

I groaned loudly and hit my steering wheel, opening my door, calling her name.

"Will you just get back in the van. It is cold out here." I tried to tell her, but she didn't stop.

"You are being such a brat." That had her stop and look back at me.

Before I could even blink, she was standing in front of me.

"Me acting like a brat? You have hardly said two words to me all week. Did I do something wrong the other day?" She emphasized the last two words.

"Fuck, no. Look it has something to do with that day, but you did nothing wrong. I will explain if you get back in my van."

"Fine Eddie." She sighed.

◆

I told her everything.

How I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Can't stop thinking about her face covered in my cum.

How she sucked her fingers clean of me.

Even talking about it had me getting hard, and she seemed to be leaning over, getting closer and closer to me.

"I can't stop thinking about that either Eddie." Her hand was on my thigh, rubbing my it, as she worked higher and higher, almost touching where I wanted her hand the most.

I grabbed her wrist, snapping the blue one.

I was going to tell her what it means, but she just smiled. "I know what I means Eddie." As I raised my hips as her and I pulled down my jeans and boxers.

Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and then I felt her lips wrap around the head, my eyes closing as I let out a moan.

She sucked on the tip, her tongue moving around the slit.

"Oh fuck." I moaned as I looked around, to make sure no one was watching before looking down at the top of her head.

She slowly started to take inch by inch of my cock down her throat until her nose was pressed against my pubic hair.

She didn't move for a few moments, and then she started to move her head.

Her head was moving up and down, faster and faster.

It was messy and I loved ever single second of it. She hardly pulled her mouth away from me.

My hips were raising here and there, making her moan around my cock.

Then she grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of her head.

"Want me to fuck that pretty mouth?" I groaned.

She nodded her head yes and that was all I needed to raise my hips off my seat and fuck her face.

She was moaning around my cock as I muttered lewd words at her, not evening knowing what the hell I even was saying as I fucked her face, just like how I have been dreaming.

"Shit, gonna cum and you gon a swallow for me aren't you? Yeah, you like the taste of my cum. Oh shit, here it cums."

I slammed my hand against the roof of my van as I let out a low moan of her name as the first rope of my cum hit the back of her throat.

I could feel her swallowing as fast as you she could, not to waist a single drop.

She continued to suck even after I stopped coming, my cock just resting in her mouth.

I had to pull her head away from my now oversensitive cock.

She went to open her mouth to speak, but I smashed my mouth against hers, moaning at the fact that I could taste my cum on her lips.

"Gonna take you home." I said against her lips.

"Please Eddie." Was all she needed to say before I was pulling out of the drive-in.

♣︎

Clear (9) ~ (18+) ♥︎ Green (11) ~ (18+)

[indiekidsau]

Chap. 24- Forest of Nightmares

(Late) Happy New Year! Long time no see! It’s been a while since I updated this lovely fanfic! I wanted a bit of a break to plan the next couple of chapters! Plus I did have an idea for this chapter, but I ended up changing it! Might reuse some of the old ideas for a future fanfic or chapter!

I feel like now it’s time to introduce a new group of characters to the Indie Kids lore.

Big thanks as always to @gigilefache for beta reading!

Enjoy!

It was Friday, and that meant another camping trip with the Indie Kids. Hat Kid had fun on the first one and suggested to the group if they could go camping every month on Friday. The group agreed.

However, this trip was different as Lucas decided to join them. After their last camping trip, Lucas announced he’d be joining them in hopes of keeping them safe.

“Ah! The perfect weather for another camping trip!” Kel sighed.

“It truly is!” Hat Kid agreed. “Thanks for coming along, Mr. Prince.”

“No problem.” Mr. Prince replied. “Alright, who wants to come with me to get firewood?”

“I’ll go!” Michael announced. “I’ve always collected firewood.”

“Thank you, Michael. Anyone else wants to join?” Lucas asked.

“Could I go?” Hat Kid asked.

Lucas nodded, “of course!” He exclaimed.

Hat Kid cheered and she went up with Michael and her teacher. The three walked away from the group and went to a clearing where some branches and wood were laid out.

Hat Kid picked up a couple of sticks till she spotted something in the corner of her eye. In the distance, she saw what looked like two kids in the distance. They didn’t look like anyone who went to the school unless someone took their kids camping and they were just exploring.

The kids in the distance turned around facing Hat Kid, who was shocked. Hat Kid rubbed her eyes and the kids disappeared.

“You okay, Hat?” Lucas asked.

“Y-Yeah just saw two kids in the distance and they just left.” Hat Kid replied.

Lucas looked at where Hat Kid saw the kids and too saw no one there. “Hmm, maybe a family is camping out here with their kids.”

“That’s what I’m thinking too.”

Lucas smiled and patted Hat Kid’s shoulder, which made her smile. “Come on, let’s bring this wood back to camp.” He said.

Hat Kid nodded, and along with Michael made it back to camp with their teacher. By the time they made it back, everyone got their tents up and camp officially started.

By sundown, Michael started the fire and everyone decided to warm up before eating. Lucas brought food for everyone which included sandwiches and chips as well as marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars to make s’mores.

“Alright, I got turkey club, tuna salad, as well as peanut butter and jelly. Who wants what?” Lucas announced.

“Did you put it all in one sandwich?” Hat Kid asked. The group looked at Hat Kid in disgust. “I’m joking, guys!” She laughed.

Lucas chuckled, “No, but you can have the first pick of sandwiches.” He offered. 

Hat Kid smiled and took out a peanut butter and jelly for Bow and a Tuna salad for herself. “Here Bow. PB and J for you.” She said handing the sandwich over to her sister.

Bow smiled and took the peanut butter and jelly. “Thank you.” She replied. Bow unwrapped her sandwich and took a bite.

Lucas handed the kids a sandwich and while he did, the bracelet he got from Vanessa showed. This got Mu curious.

“Mr. Prince, what's that?” Mu asked.

Lucas looked at his charm and sighed, the kids already knew about his monster form, so telling them about Vanessa’s charm wouldn’t hurt. “It’s a stabilizing charm. You know, for my monster form.” He answered.

“Oh!” Mu exclaimed. “You mean in case you transform in school or anywhere else?”

Lucas nodded, “so far it’s been working.”

“That’s good!” Kel exclaimed, mouth still full with his sandwich. “Besides I don’t think Mr. Afton would like it seeing a giant worm on string teaching us.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes on his student. “Thanks, Kel.” He replied, deadpan. His form did not look like a worm on a string!

Kel smiled proudly before Aubrey elbowed him for his comment.

After the sandwiches were eaten, the campers decided to roast marshmallows for dessert. While they roasted marshmallows, Michael decided now was a good time to tell a scary story.

With a sigh, he started the story, “You know a night like this reminds me of Terry the Slasher.”

Evan almost choked on his marshmallow. “T-Terry the Slasher.” He shivered.

Michael nodded, “Oh yes.”

“Oh boy, here we go.” Hat Kid commented, rolling her eyes. 

“He does this any chance we get,” Elizabeth whispered to her teacher.

“Really now?” Lucas replied. Elizabeth nodded in reply.

“20 years ago, there was a crazy killer named Terry the Slasher. No one knows his real name other than he wore a suit with the name Terry on it.” Michael started, speaking in a spooky voice.

Hat Kid yawned knowing this story won’t scare her. However, Evan and Bow held onto Lucas tightly scared of the story.

“Terry was known to come into campsites and hunt down his victims. He can take one, maybe two, or even a group of campers.” Michael continued looking at the group.

Basil was frightened and held on to Aubrey tightly who was also holding Sunny tight as well.

“Then one night! Terry the Slasher stumbled upon a campsite, fresh victims for him to kill. He quietly sneaks through the forest waiting for the victims to fall asleep. Once they were, his plan went into motion.”

Evan held on to Lucas very tight. Lucas looked down and held the young boy.

“However, before he could kill them. He didn’t realize these guys were hunters and suddenly his head was sliced off completely from their trap!” Michael yelled.

The group yelled and shivered. Bow felt uncomfortable feeling her neck as hearing that made her shiver.

“You think that’s the end of Terry the Slasher,” Michael let out a chuckle, which scared everyone. “Oh boy, actually his body was still alive, no one knows how, and he took one of the hunters and ripped his head to use as a replacement!” Michael yelled.

Basil felt sick and ended up fainting at the story. “Basil!” Lucas yelled.

The teacher went over to his student and checked if he got any injuries from fainting. Luckily, he was alright except for some dirt and leaves.

Basil started to come to and slowly got up, “did I fall asleep?” He asked, groggily. 

“No, you fainted at Michael’s scary stories,” Mu said.

“Oh, again?” Basil asked. 

Mu nodded in reply.

Lucas sighed and double-checked if Basil had any injuries, but he looked fine, still. “You okay, Basil?” He asked.

“I-I guess so,” Basil replied.

Lucas was relieved and gave a smile to the young boy. “I guess we should call it a night.” He said.

“Wait! Let me finish the story! It gets good!” Michael exclaimed.

“I think sleep is important before everyone gets nightmares,” Lucas replied.

Michael frowned, disappointed he couldn’t get to the interesting part of his story. He then felt a tap on his shoulder and saw it was Hat Kid. 

“Think you can tell me the rest of the story?” Hat Kid asked.

Michael thought for a bit, “I don’t know. Don’t wanna give you nightmares.”

“Ha! You know me! I’m not scared!” Hat Kid beamed.

“That’s another thing. I’ll only tell those who are scared.” Michael replied.

“Alright, you two. Get some sleep.” Lucas said, ushering the two to their tents.

The two sighed and went to their respective tents to get sleep. Soon, the rest of the kids fell asleep in their respective tents.

A bit later, Evan couldn’t sleep thanks to his big brother’s scary story. He decided to go to Lucas’s tent and stay with him for the rest of the night. His tent was just next door, not a long walk. Evan grabbed the flashlight and left his tent to head to his teacher’s.

“Evan?”

Evan yelped and turned his flashlight to the person who said his name. However, he was relieved it was only Hat Kid.

“Oh, it’s you, Hattie. Why are you awake?” Evan asked.

“I just had to use the bathroom,” Hat Kid replied. “Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“Let me guess, Michael’s story?” Hat Kid asked.

Evan nodded. Hat Kid gave a small smile and ruffled the little boy’s head. “Hey, it's just a story. Besides, nobody can be alive after going through something deadly.”

The young boy sighed feeling a little better. “Okay.” He said. “Could I sleep with you and Bow tonight?”

“Sure.” Hat Kid replied.

The two were about to head back until they froze. The two kids Hat Kid saw earlier were near the campsite.

Evan squeaked and hid behind Hat Kid. The latter looked behind her and slowly walked over to the kids. “H-Hattie no!” Evan whispered.

“Relax Evs. I’ll be fine.” Hat Kid replied, looking back at the younger boy. She then turned to face the other kids, reminding herself she was not scared and that these two were just kids like her and Evan. “Uh…hi. You're the same kids I saw earlier, right?”

The kids blinked before looking at each other and back at Hat Kid.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want to know you two.” Hat Kid reassured them.

The kids stood still as Hat Kid walked closer to them, which caused the kids to run away.

“W-Wait!” Hat Kid called out before chasing after them.

“Hat Kid, wait!” Evan cried out and went to chase her into the forest.

Evan's cries woke up Lucas who groaned and wondered what was going on.

During the chase, the kids proved to be faster and more skilled with jumping through trees and back on the ground. Hat Kid on the other hand had to use her Sprint Hat just to catch up to them. 

Evan however, wasn’t the fastest and had to stop to catch his breath. “Hattie, slow down.” He said, trying to catch his breath.

Hat Kid turned around and saw the young boy was far behind, but looked back at the other two kids who were running further and further away from her. She had to choose to follow the mysterious kids or head back to help Evan. It was a hard choice, but ultimately she made the right one.

She ran back to Evan and pulled him onto her back. “You okay?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Hat Kid looked back and forth seeing the two mysterious kids get further away now, but saw camp wasn’t too far away. “Well, what do you want to do, Evs? Wanna catch up with the kids or head back?”

Evan looked back at the campsite before looking in the direction where those mysterious kids ran off. “We could head back.” He said.

Hat Kid sighed, she really wanted to meet those two kids, but knowing Evan was younger than her she didn’t want him to get hurt and decided to head back to the campsite to get some sleep.

However, the two got stuck in a trap and were hanging on a net.

“What the peck!” Hat Kid yelled.

“H-Hey! This isn’t funny Michael!” Evan cried, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

The two struggled to get free, till they felt a tug on the net. They looked up and saw the two kids in a clear view now.

The kids were a boy and a girl. The boy wore a paper bag with eye holes cut out to see and wore a brown coat.

The girl had shaggy dark hair and wore a yellow raincoat.

The boy shushed the two as his friend took out a knife and started cutting the rope.

“Quiet.” He whispered. “Let us help.”

Hat Kid nodded and held on to Evan in hopes of calming him down from his crying.

The girl cut the rope and with a snap, Hat Kid and Evan were free.

Hat Kid sighed, “Thank you.”

The girl nodded as if to say you’re welcome.

“I’m Mono and this is Six.” Mono introduced himself and his friend.

Six went to Hat Kid and Evan and smiled holding her hand out. Hat Kid took her hand and shook it.

“I’m Hat Kid and this is Evan.” She replied, introducing herself and her friend.

“H-Hi.” Evan stuttered.

Mono and Six waved at the two. “What brings you here?” He asked.

“Camping we do this once a month.” Hat Kid explained. “What about you two?”

“We live here.”

“With your family?” Evan asked.

Mono and Six looked at each other and frowned. “No, just us,” Mono said. “We never had a family.”

Hat Kid frowned, understanding how the two felt. “Same here.” She replied. “It’s just me and my sister.”

“Oh, I’d assumed Evan was your brother,” Mono stated.

The little boy looked up at Hat Kid and back at Mono and Six, “We’re not siblings. She’s just a friend of mine.”

“I see.”

Soon, the four heard a rustle coming from the bushes and Six growled and went up in front to protect her new friends.

“Evan!” Michael called out.

“Hattie!” Lucas shouted.

“Mikey!” Evan shouted back.

“Mr. Prince!” Hat Kid shouted back as well,

Michael and Lucas as well as Elizabeth and Bow appeared from the bushes. They were relieved to see Hat Kid and Evan were alright, except for Lucas who was in shock seeing the two other kids.

Michael ran to Evan and hugged his younger brother tight. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“I'm fine!” Evan yelled.

Michael let go of the hug and glared, “Don’t scare me like that again you nitwit!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” The little boy apologized.

The older brother loosened his glare and hugged Evan back.

“You alright Hattie?” Bow asked.

Hat Kid nodded. “I’m fine, Bow.” She replied.

Bow sighed and hugged Hat Kid tight, causing the latter to hug back.

Lucas went over to Mono and Six and kneeled at their level. “Hi there. I’m Hat Kid’s teacher, Mr. Prince.” He said, calmly reaching his hand out.

Six growled as she held Mono close. She didn’t trust this man at all.

Lucas sensed the girl was untrustworthy of him, and he put his hand down. Six was surprised as she loosened her grip on Mono.  “W-Who are you?” He asked.

The two looked at each other, and Six nodded to Mono giving him the okay to introduce themselves to the teacher.

“I’m Mono and this is Six,” Mono answered.

“It’s nice to meet you two,” Lucas replied. “Do you live here?” He looked around the forest.

“We do.” Mono then looked down. “But we don’t have a family.”

Lucas frowned, “o-oh.” He said. The teacher looked back at Hat and Bow who were talking and getting comfort from Michael.

“Well, we better get going,” Mono said. He took Six’s hand and started to walk off.  “Good night!”

“Wait!” Hat Kid shouted, stopping the two kids in their place. “If you like, want to camp with us?”

Mono and Six looked at each other, but Six tugged on Mono’s sleeve begging him not to go with them.

“S-Sorry. We really need to get going.” Mono said.

Hat Kid sighed. “Alright, but if you change your mind you're welcome to join us.”

“Thank you. Good night.” Mono and Six walked off heading back to their home.

“Good night,” Evan replied, waving.

Once they were gone, Lucas and his students went back to the campsite for some needed sleep.

By sunrise, Mono was the first to wake up. He let on a yawn and saw Six looking out in the distance where Hat Kid and the rest of her friends were camping,

Mono smiled and walked over to his friend. “So, interested in joining them this morning?” He asked.

Six was surprised and jumped back before realizing it was Mono. She growled and punched Mono on the arm, which caused him to laugh.

“Sorry!” He apologized, chuckling.

Six sighed and turned back to where everyone was camping.

Mono sighed and sat next to his friend, “We don’t have to be alone anymore. I trust these guys more than anyone else,” he explained.

Six looked at her friend and gave a small smile and mumbled, “Are you sure you trust them?”

Mono nodded, “I do. I don’t think they’ll harm us.”

Six then held her hand out and the two started walking back to the campsite.

Meanwhile, the campers were having breakfast which was fresh fruit Kel brought with him as well as some leftover sandwiches.

“How about after breakfast why don’t we go on a hike before heading home?” Kel suggested.

“Fine by me,” Basil said.

“Same here!” Hat Kid exclaimed, her mouth still full of food.

“Kiddo!” Lucas snapped. Hat Kid turned to face her teacher. “Don’t talk with your mouth full!”

Hat Kid swallowed her food, “sorry,” she apologized.

“It’s okay. Just remember next time.” Lucas replied.

Hat Kid nodded and kept eating her breakfast.

Soon the kids heard a rustle in the bushes and saw Mono and Six come out. Those who didn’t meet the two froze like they were bears ready to attack, while those who smiled seeing their new friends.

“Uh, who are they?” Aubrey asked.

Hat Kid smiled and went to the two forest kids. “Everyone, this is Mono and Six.” She said introducing her new friends.

“Hi guys,” Mono said, calmly. “Um… it’s nice to meet you all.”

The group went quiet looking at one another before Basil responded. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Mono chuckled and gave a smile seeing the group welcomed them. 

“Would you two like to join us for breakfast?” Lucas asked.

“Of course.” Six replied. Her speaking surprised Hat Kid as she hadn’t heard her speak since they met.

Six and Mono sat down with the group as Lucas handed them a sandwich and berries to eat.

“After we eat we’re going on a hike! You want to join?” Mu asked.

Six and Mono nodded in agreement. “Sure,” Mono replied.

The group smiled and enjoyed their breakfast. Once done, they packed up and decided to go on their hike.

As they hiked, Mono and Six lead the group as they’ve lived in the forest their whole lives, and they practically know this forest like the back of their hands. Once they were done with their hike, the group headed back to their campsite to spend one more night, this time with Mono and Six joining them for dinner.

While having dinner, Hat Kid decided to ask Mono and Six a question. “Hey, since you two don’t have a home, would you like to live with us?” She asked.

Six and Mono looked at the young girl, “Live with you?” Mono asked.

Bow Kid nodded, “Well you guys have been living in the forest for some time, and we figured you two could join us at our school.”

“S-School?” Six asked.

“Yeah, our school is fun!” Kel exclaimed.

“It’s mostly learning.” Lucas explained, “But it’s fun. After all, you kids keep me and most of the teachers on our toes.”

“Aww.” Hat Kid replied as she hugged her teacher.

Lucas chuckled and wrapped his arms around the young girl.

“Well, what do you guys do at school?” Mono asked.

“Everything!” Bow Kid exclaimed.

“It’s either gonna be fun or prison. It depends on how you see it.” Michael added.

Lucas chuckled, “No it’s not a prison. It’s a place to learn and have fun.” He reassured the two kids.

“Like I said, it depends on how you see it,” Michael repeated.

The teacher sighed and rolled his eyes in response.

Mono and Six thought about it, and Mono was interested in the idea of joining their new friends in school. However, the latter was nervous about joining the group due to too many haunting memories. Those memories played repeatedly in her head before she felt a nudge.

“You ok?” Mono asked.

Six nodded, forcing a smile on her face.

“So what do you think about joining the group?”

Six wanted to say no, but seeing Hat Kid and Evan’s face smiling made her feel forced to say yes. With a sigh, she nodded. “W-Why not. I’ll give it a try.”

Hat Kid smiled, “trust me. You’ll love it!”

Six gave a small smile and continued to eat her dinner. In truth, she was scared of joining the kids at the school, but something inside her told her not to worry and that she and Mono will be fine.