#i will stay up all night to finish that mother fucker

[lorablackmane]

It's time for ghosts y'all!! I wanted to make this post once I finished a chapter or 2 of my AU's fic, but I've talked about these lil fuckers so much w/ Teal in the past month I figured it might be best to make a post b4 that so ppl aren't confused in the future.

The premise of this AU is after the night after the King is defeated, everyone is celebrating! ...Until odd things start to appear in the House. A giant bloodsplatter in the Death Corridor and a trail of blood leading from it to the King's room. A shattered shelf and knocked over pot missing it's contents in the kitchen. A frozen body near the storage room.

One by one, ghosts created from the breaking points of Siffrin's wish start to appear, and they're here to stay! For better... or for worse.

Below is how each ghost was made, their wishcraft's scent (I put too much thought into this info so I'm adding it), and a bit about them!

(Cw for the ghost's stories below: death, suicide, allergy attack)

The Stoned - Created in Act 1 - Smells like Copper and Sugar

(This one will get a proper ref later bc this doesn't fully capture him)

Despite their looks, The Stoned is the calmest out of all of them, even though their death was one of the most painful. It happened so quickly and also messed up enough that the Wishcraft couldn't fix most of their body after the boulder disappears... so he can't feel pain anymore. He can't really feel much honestly there's... there isn't many nerves to feel with anymore. The additional lack of bones is a detriment to their ability to move, making them have to crawl around and continuously shift so they won't lose their balance until they get items like crutches and a wheelchair to help.

The Stoned doesn't know the horrors of the House and so are innocent in a way even Bonnie isn't. They never even it made it to the second half of the first floor! So a lot of the things the others talk about fly over their head. The others don't leave them out of talks about the House though! ...Not that the Stoned... really speaks - but it's the thought that counts!! They have their buddy to speak for them, anyway.

Just like how Loop's Wishcraft made their body unique, each ghost has their own lil quirk due to the Wishcraft that powers their bodies. The Stoned has the oddest one: due to their lack of most their bones their body is almost completely powered by Wishcraft that is activated by the air he breathes in. Because of this, he can actually almost flatten himself by releasing all the air inside themself, and will stay that way until he breathes back in. He can't move like that, but it does sometimes come in handy - by releasing some instead of all the air they can make themself slightly more compact to get into tight places!

The Silent - Created in Act 2 - Smells like Saltwater Taffy

The Silent is a fearful one, they remember the pain the House offers but cannot feel it. They only truly remember up to Bonnie accidentally pushing them, however they know so much more. Each time Siffrin touched a tear he gave them the memories of that run, but to the Silent it was less like a memory and more like watching a play. Detached from themself... yet the fear is there. They aren't like Stone who only remembers his death, they know the blessing was a curse wrapped in a pretty bow and the thought that what they see is only a fragment of the loops Siffrin went through... it makes them retreat into themself, especially bc they see their existence as unneeded bc well... Siffrin already exists. They don't need another to bother them.

It's much easier to stay put, to let them become one with the House as the tears intended. They don't need to breathe, to eat, or anything really so it's quite easy for them to do so! For them to just... exist. Hiding in plain sight, like the books hidden on shelves of the House written in their mother tongue. So this is where they stay, until one day maybe people can hear them speak once more. They do occasionally move, mostly when they hear that the Housemaiden's need the area they're in, but only when they're certain no one is looking.

When it comes to fight, flight, or freeze they choose freeze every time... which isn't helped by the quirk of their body's Wishcraft. The Silent can freeze anything up to the size of a medium bowl if they hold it for long enough. The Unseen will sometimes use this to pull pranks on people who upset them, stealing their umbrellas and placing them in The Silent's hold. They find this very petty... but they don't like moving bc a Housemaiden might see them and it is funny so they don't stop the two from doing so.

The Unseen(Left) - Created in Act 3 - Smells like Candied Pineapples

The left one is similar in personality to the Stoned as when they were created Siffrin knews that something was wrong, but still had hope that things were okay. They are an odd one: they see their accidental death as nothing in the grand scheme of things considering how many deaths already happened before them. If anything, he sees his death as a vital piece of showing their love to their family oddly enough! His memory is spotty, but the answer to Bonnie's question is forever engraved upon their skin so none of them will ever forget (even if most cannot see them anymore except outta the corner of their eye). There is a great sorrow in them though, after meeting their counterpart and discovering that there was so much pain afterwards - that like them this fact is engraved into their counterpart... but they'll stay with them, and maybe... they can bring some joy back to the right.

They help keep their counterpart's pranks in check, as unlike the right left remembers how fragile people are and doesn't see them as actors or dolls. Most of the pranks they plan are leaving lil letters with terrible puns around the House. Like you go into the bathroom, there's a letter tied to the handle of the sink. You open it and it says something like, "water you doin, handsome?" Stupid stuff like that, that makes them feel like the funnyjokespunperson they were before everything. A way to reclaim what the loops took from them both.

The Lonely - Created in Act 3 - Smells of Sugar and Moldy Cloth

This ghost is the culmination of so, so many fragments Siffrin left in between those walls. For a long time they did not remember anything besides the motions to get to the King, yet they could never defeat him. They couldn't survive his major attack, no matter what they did. It feels like at one point he could though... wasn't there a way? It isn't until the ghost event that they remember what they lost and while it felt absolute euphoria in that moment, after that the loneliness became soul crushing. The hunger for someone, anyone to be with them hurt so much! ...It made them remember why they forgot their family the first time.

The Lonely's quirk unlike most of the others isn't seared on their skin. No, the Lonely's ability is actually only really useful for dealing with The Unseen - anytime one of the others is in danger or about to do something dangerous they sense it. The Vengeful is constantly ringing this mental alarm, but it can't do anything to help due to it constantly moving so they don't even try with them. The Unseen though, it is often seen dragging them by the ears before they do something like unleash a barrel full of marbles in a hallway.

The Vengeful - Created in Act 4 - Smells of Steel, Salt, and Sugar

It is the culmination of the King's cruelty and Siffrin's agony, a beast made of anger, pain, and sorrow in equal measures. It hates the King both bc Siffrin did and bc it sees him at fault for it's creation as it doesn't know of Wishcraft as it was created right on the line between 3 and 4. That is why it tore his right hand off and stole the gauntlet upon it - a punishment for the action that created it and a trophy for it to wear as proof that, even after such a horrid deed, he didn't win. It runs away from the House and it's former family because of this memory - it cannot confront the people it feels it failed even with the knowledge they survived, that it's sin wasn't permanent. In it's eyes it will always exist. It's eye will sometimes gleam with the same shade as the one that appeared when the world was breaking!

The Vengeful is the only ghost no one is completely sure the location of due to it throwing itself out of the first available window after completing it's mission. It mostly stays in forests or caverns where it can easily hide, only going near towns if someone reminds it of the King. Once it has dealt with said person however it views it needs to, mostly by scaring them, it returns to it's current hiding spot. The Vengeful is a lonely one, but it's not ready to be near people for long periods of time. It's afraid that due to how it was created it'll bring bad luck to those it spends too much time with - how couldn't it? It was created from a person trapped in the middle of an hourglass until they drowned in the golden sands and by a man who saw his will as absolute, who caused so much agony. One day, though, it'll realize that isn't true... but it'll be quite a while.

The Unseen(Right) - Created in Act 4 - Smells like Steel and Sugar

This one is the closest in personality to Loop. It mocks even though it has no voice, they play with the people around it to remind themself they're real. Without the left the right Unseen would be much more dangerous as it is so desensitized to death they have forgotten what is actually dangerous and so some of their mischief has to be tempered by the left one to avoid killing those around them. For a very long time they view others, besides left, as merely actors in a similar vein as Loop, only referring to others via titles if it needs to interact with anyone and left doesn't control the writing pen. As time passes this trait slowly disappears, as the days show more changes like rain upon the rooftops or snow in the gardens, things it long forgot.

Together with their counterpart The Unseen are the ones who were left behind through actions seen as small, but were greater than thought. The ones who cannot be seen without drastically changing the views of ones most loved by the person they once were. And so they stay hidden from sight by their own Wishcraft... but that is a lonely way to live they discovered. The two of them alone cannot satiate their need 4 company. And so they do little things that are easily noticed so they can be seen without breaking their rule: walking around with open, stolen umbrellas or pulling little pranks.

Most Housemaiden's don't talk to them, because they never get an answer they assume they don't like talking. This isn't the case though they cannot tell them that... neither can speak. The left's throat is closed up and the right's is... well u can probably guess why theirs wouldn't work even if they had a mouth to speak with. The Lonely though does speak to them often - it has a chalkboard in the room it lives in inside the House for them to write lil questions or answers on.

[mylittlesyn]

Hiii literally my first fic request… kiiinda nervous butt do you think you could write a Gojo, Sukuna, or Toji X fem reader that talks in her sleep like incoherent dirty talk or shit talking?

literally run wild with this I love love all your jjk stories so much 🫶🏽 and thank you if you can literally make my dream possible

Gojo - This is one cocky mother fucker, tbh probably more than Toji and he's who i keep thinking of when reading this request.

TW: Somnophilia, a bit of degredation but what can I say, Gojo is a cocky bastard.

So I can't see whatever is posted after like (the emojis), and I'm sorry this took so long but here's a little something:

Gojo managed to come back early from his work trip. He was tired, killing curses is quite the job after all. Normally it'd be no big deal, but there were *so many* of them. It was tedious really, not so much difficult. Trying to finish sooner was even more tedious, but he did it for you.

Much to his disappointment, you were already fast asleep as he stood in the doorway. A long sigh left his lungs before he took off his blindfold. Only at home would he ever not wear something to cover his eyes, because he always wanted to see you in all your beauty.

Once he stripped to his underwear, he slid under the covers with you. Gojo isn't particularly wide, with his slim demeanor, but that never bothered you because those long limbs were plenty to wrap around you.

It felt like any other night when he would get home late, and it made him wonder how long you stayed up waiting for him this time.

The thought was interrupted by your behind wiggling a bit against him and a moan that was more like a hum filling his ear. He lifted his head to look at your face. Were you awake? Did he mistake your silence when he walked in? Your eyes were shut, and your breathing was quiet and even.

His head rested back on the pillow and his brows scrunched. You seemed asleep...

He took his arm back from around you and ran his fingertips delicately along the skin on your exposed shoulder. There was just enough moonlight seeping in for him to see your hairs stand on end following his touches.

"Don't tease." You mumbled, Gojo quickly lifting his head again. Yet your eyes were still shut, your breathing still even.

In his mind he searched, trying to remember if he'd ever heard you talk in your sleep before. There was a time he could recall, but then again he was usually quick to fall asleep.

You did say don't tease...

He ran his hand along the back of your thigh, occasionally groping the flesh as he moved upwards. "Touch me more." You mumbled again.

Just when he reached your behind, he checked to see if your eyes were still shut. Shut they were.

"Even in your sleep you can't get enough of me" He teased before groping your behind. "What a little slut." He mocked with a whisper in your ear. As he felt you up, he brought your behind closer to him before slipping his hand between your legs while bringing you closer to him. He could feel himself starting to harden at the thought of you dreaming about him.

How often did this happen? His mind started to wander wondering just how much he might've already missed out on. His fingers moved over your panties where his fingers felt at the wet spot that had already amassed. "So hard." You murmured. And he was.

"It's all because of you..." He groaned while thrusting his hips against your behind, gaining some much needed friction. "And what about you...?" He hummed before slipping his hand into your panties. His fingers dipped between your folds, savoring all the slick that had accumulated. "Your already so wet I bet I could just slip right in." He spoke while brushing his lips against your ear. With his teeth he started nibbling at your lobe.

Those long slim fingers of his slid into you, pressing up into you. The spot he knew so well he pressed into immediately before hearing you moan in response. His hips rutted against you as he moved his fingers in and out of you. He could hear the schlick wet sounds and how lewd they were, with you continuing to keen while you slept.

Pulling out his fingers, he felt at the schlick, watching how it connected his two fingers together. Those same fingers he placed into his mouth, licking the schlick clean but still keeping it on his tongue. He gripped your jaw and pinched your cheeks to open your mouth. There he took your schlick and dribbled it onto your tongue.

He watched as you smacked your mouth, groaning before curling up again on your side and sticking your butt out again to press against him. "Ungh, you want me so bad... Don't you?" He groaned and teased with his hand on your hip, holding you to him. "Look at you..." He hooked his leg around yours while using his newly freed hand to grab one of your locks and sniff it. "Swallowing your own juices in your sleep for me..."

While burying his face in your hair, he freed his aching thickness. His leaking length rubbed between your fold, his tip pushing on your nub. Once he found your bare neck, he sucked at the skin as he listened to your moans. "Just wait." He whispered while lining himself up. "There it is..." He cooed while listening to your whine as you sank yourself in him. "I'll go slow... Wouldn't want to wake you." He smiled against your cheek.

The pace he started at was achingly slow... For him of course. You were still fast asleep, little whimpers escaping your lips, making him harder each time. He wondered how fast he could go before you'd wake up. Little by little he increased his speed, small quiet groans and hums escaping his lips and drifting into your ear.

"Fuck... M'sorry. Don't -ah- think I can stop... From waking you..." He groaned, slowing for a moment as he caught his breath. He tucked your hair back behind your ear checking to see whether you were still asleep. Your breathing was heavier and your face was flushed, but you were still fast asleep.

"Mmmm-more." You mumbled. Which only made Gojo grip your jaw and turn you to face him.

"Is my little slut begging for more???" He teased before grunting when he slammed himself into you. He watched as your tits bounced with the force, him buried as far as he could go. "That enough?" He wondered. "Or did you mean more like..." He gripped onto your hip again, moving to a quick pace.

Both of your breaths quickened, the moans escaping you becoming more frequent. He tugged on your ear lobe before continuing to watch your breasts move with his pace. His hand smoothed over them before groping onto one.

"Ah!" You moaned, your eyes finally opening, but your mouth still moaning. "Wha-" Your mind was still hazy and before you could process what was happening you felt a hand covering your mouth.

"S'just me." He moaned into your ear. "Just me." He groaned as he slammed into you. The pleasure over took you, keeping your mind in that haze as you thrust your head back. Loud moans were muffled by his hand as you felt your muscles start to tense. His fingers slipped into your folds, rubbing at your nub while using his forearm to keep you in place. Gojo's lips were pressing to your neck, then his tongue tickled your lobe.

It was all so much, so fast, and the only thing you were certain of was the pleasure you felt. So you focused on that pleasure. The little bit of your mind that wasn't clouded, you used to focus on the pleasure you were feeling. You were so close. Teetering on the edge just waiting for that right thrust to hit-!

That last groan expelled from you as your legs twitched and body spasmed only held down by Gojo's grip on you. His hand moved from your lips, him pressing kisses to your cheek.

"Al-most... Ah-!" He grunted before you felt a warmth poor into you, his thrusts slowing and hips stuttering.

"Youre home..." You mumbled, still in the euphoria of being half asleep and post orgasm.

"And what a welcome home that was." He mumbled as he squeezed his arms around you tighter.

[cinewhore]

Joyful Night

Pairing: Santa Claus (Nikamund The Red) x fem!reader

Rating: explicit (MINORS BE GONE)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: oral sex, penetration, creampie, nipple play. 

Summary: You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run. 

A/N: you know what the fuck is going on. This actually got a little sentimental but what’s porn without a story? Not beta’d. Credit to the gif maker(s). 

You’ve never worried over Nik.

Not once.

But when the reindeers arrived back at the property without him bickering over them in the sleigh, you instantly knew something was wrong.

“Oh, my darling boys,” you coo, running your hands over their tufted fur coats. You needed to set aside some time to groom them later in the week. “What trouble has he gotten himself into now?”

One the deers snorts in response and you chuckle to yourself. “You’re right, Prancer, although I think the ankle monitor was a bit overboard, don’t you?”

As much as you wanted to jump in the sleigh and track down your bungling husband, you knew better. Nikamund was the kind of guy who would never back down from any kind of a fight. It stays a secret from the rest of the world but you knew Ole’ Saint Nick as the person he really was.

A warrior.

You knew exactly what you needed to do.

“Stay put!” you instruct the herd, turning on your heel to run back into the house. You dashed down to the basement, pulled up a “broken” floorboard and dug up Nik’s old hammer from the olden days. Skullcrusher, is what he affectionately calls it.

You test the weight of the once heavily swung tool in your hands, fingers gently trailing over the etchings in the haft. Nikamund put this once beloved weapon down to rest for a reason, wanting to leave that part of him behind as he wanted to forget his past. You always reminded him that he should never be ashamed of his past, that there was a silver lining in all of the bloodshed. It was, by the good grace of the universe, where you two met.

With a final notion, you drag the hammer back up to the waiting reindeer with a note attached to it.

“Off you go! Bring him back in one piece, if you can.” You stand back as they rear up, galloping before they eventually take off into the inky night sky. You shiver a bit, pulling your thick coat snug across your shoulders more. A ping of worry creeps into your mind but you push it down as far as it can go. You know that one way or another, Nik would make his way back to you.

He always does.

Nodding off to sleep in front of the fireplace, you’re startled as hooves sound out beyond the door seemingly hours later, signaling the return of the reindeers. You jump out of your chair in haste, bolting to the door and throwing it open.

Nikamund teeters out of the sleigh, muttering some words to the herd as he unleashes their harnesses. He stops when Dancer bellows out, catching his attention.

“Oh, my love!” you cry, embracing him. He hisses as your bodies mesh together and you step back to get a good look at him.

“You look like shit, which is better than normal.” you observe the cuts and bruises that mark up his face, beard caked in blood. “I pray this isn’t yours.”

Nik grins smugly at you, hand rubbing circles on your back. “Of course it is.”

You shake your head, exhaling slowly. “What am I going to do with you? Did you at least finish your job?”

Nik gestures back to the sleigh. “Fuckers got my sack but I promise I finished my route.”

“Good. Now, come inside for a bath. I’m sure you have much to tell me.”

��.

You stare up at Nik as he finishes up his story, carefully tending to the wound on his lower stomach. “So the rich family was almost taken out by assassins and you stopped them? And the son was stealing from his own mother?”

Nik nods his head as he recounts some details he missed out on before. “Yeah, yeah, but don’t forget the girl Trudie, she was absolutely adorable and oh! Get this: the bad guy, yeah, his name was Ebenzer Scrooge.”

You huff out a laugh, pleased with your work. “Bullshit.”

“If I’m lying, I’m dying. And well..I..kinda did die tonight but ya know, christmas magic and all.”

You stand to your full height, running your hands up his chest. “After all these years, you still haven’t changed a bit.”

Nikamund hums, lowering his forehead until it touches yours. “I got you, so I think I’m doing pretty good.”

The forehead touch turns into a nose nuzzle which ends in a kiss that steals your breath. You indulge only for a second, giggling at your husband as he chases your lips with a pout of his own.

“And what, Mrs. Claus, would you like for christmas?” he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m very certain you know what it is.”

A shared look and a second silence, Nik lifts you up before throwing you over his shoulder, jogging to your shared bedroom.

“Hey!” you squeal, ducking your head before it clashes with the doorframe. “Watch it!”

Nik drops you on the bed with absolutely zero grace and you barely have time to adjust yourself before he’s tugging at your robe, trying urgently to get it off.

“Baby, it’s not going anywhere.” You attempt to explain with no luck. Nik’s eyes grow dark with lust as he finally unwraps his present, the strain in his boxers becoming more apparent.

“I know, it’s just been a long night and I really fucking need you--ugh!”

He leans over in pain, holding up a finger as you sit up. “No, shit, it’s ok, I’m ok-”

You sigh and slide off of the bed, motioning for him to sit down. “You big buffoon of a man. Lay down.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

“Nikamund I will not repeat myself.”

Nik hangs his head in defeat, allowing you to help him settle against the headboard. You position yourself on your knees laying vertically, rubbing your hand up and down his erection. His moan makes his way down to your pussy and you squeeze your legs tightly to relieve some pressure.

His cock springs out, slightly curved near the top. You rub your thumb over the leaking head, pumping it a few times before taking it into your mouth.

“Ah, just like that.” he groans, left hand creeping upward from the back of your thigh to the supple flesh of your ass. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You pull up off him, wiping at your mouth. “It’s not like you don’t see me 364 days out of the year.”

Carefully straddling his lap, you take to rubbing your center up and down his cock, mewing at the sensation pulsing through you. Nik becomes inpatient, tugging at your hips to get you to shift up.

“Quit being a fucking tease already.”

You scoff humorlessly, shaking your head. “You know, you asked me what I wanted for christmas.”

“You never gave me a definite answer.” He cocks an eyebrow.

You grin fondly, spreading your fingers across his bare chest. It was covered in all sorts of tattoos, markings and stories about his viking days now immortalized into his very being.

Nikamund notices the change in your demeanor.

“Do you miss it?” you say, after a few moments of silence.

Nikamond pauses, a frown forming over his features. “Sometimes. There was one day, though, that’ll stay with me forever.”

“Oh?’ you lean your head to the side, inquisitive.

“Yeah. We had been instructed to hit a little village just north of where we were. They said it was because negotiations turned sour but honestly it was an unmitigated hunger for greed. We started with the houses in the front, surrounding the entire place so that there were no survivors left behind. But before we could even make a move, there was this..sound. A war cry.”

You shift your position a little, eyes casted downward.

“We were all stunned, bracing ourselves for a whole army to appear but there was only you.”

Nikamund tenderly grabs your chin, lifting up your face to meet your eye.

“I only saw you. A mad woman in all her glory. We didn’t stand a chance.”

“I kicked your ass that day.”

Nik chuckles, a familiar twinkle in his eye. “And we’ve been kicking ass ever since.”

You surge forward, locking your lips with his in a heated passion. Nikamund ruts against your throbbing pussy and you finally give in to your husband, reaching a hand behind you and slipping him into your waiting warmth.

You both whine at the contact, Nik not waiting to take it slow as he clutches your hips, digging his fingers into you hard enough that you’d feel his fingers long after they’re gone. Taking control, you hold Nik’s hands above his head, grinding your hips so that his cock nearly pops out of you before slamming yourself back down so that he is fully entrapped.

“Look at you,” you gasp, trying your hardest to ignore the cramp growing in your back. “Losing yourself in my cunt. Tell me you love it.”

“I fucking love it.” he rasps, veins bulging out in the side of his neck. You like a strip up a pulse, moaning over the teasing he was doing of your nipples by lightly pulling at them with his teeth.

A quick change of positions has you both on your sides, your right leg thrown over his own. Nikamund slides his cock back into you easily, his thrusts slowing down to a steady rhythm. His fingers continue to taunt your breasts, adding on to the budding orgasm ready to escape you at a moment's notice.

Nik hits your spot, fingers trailing down from your tits to ghost over your creamy clit. He flicks the pearl with precision and care, groaning in your ear as you whimper.

“Please, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

Nik quickens his pace just to tantalize you before slowing down again, leaving you on edge.

“You gonna come? Hm?” he asks you, angling your face so that he could look you in the eye. “Gonna come on my cock?”

You nod your head furiously, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers clamp around your clit. “Yes, yes, yes, please.”

“Go on.”

A few more strokes and you come undone, head thrown back as your mouth pops open in a silent cry. You mutter unintelligible words, legs shaking violently while your body spasms. Nikamund doesn’t stop there, content with fucking you through your orgasm which leads you to another.

It’s there as your muscles contract, squeezing and engrossing him deeping into your pussy that Nikamunds breathing picks up, hips stuttering in motion as he bites down on your shoulder.

You intertwine your hand in his as he comes inside of you, cum oozing and spilling out as his cock contracts.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. So perfect.”

The crackling of the fireplace in the living room is the only sound that can be heard over your heavy breathing, Nik’s now softened cock hanging halfway outside of you.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” Nikamund hums, eyes lidded over in post sex bliss.

“You’re a good man.”

You can’t see it but Nikamund smiles, lips gracing your cheeks and the lower part of your jaw. He sits completely still, feeling your body as it goes limp in his hold. He snuggles closer to you, grabbing the ruffled comforter and tucking it over both your bodies.

Nikamund could’ve led a very different life and he’s still unsure what he’s done but now he spends his days making toys, dealing with all his elves, being slobbered on by his reindeer.  

It’s a life worth living.

As his eyes come to a close, likely from the heavy bouts of exhaustion getting ready to hit him like a freight train, Nikamund presses one last kiss into your skin.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.”

[daydreamingfuel]

Freak Like Me

Chapter 5

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

AO3 // previous // next

Y/N has just moved to Hawkins from England with her parents and is starting at the high school in the final term of her senior year. Eddie immediately takes a liking to her and they become fast friends, deciding to take her under his wing and falling to her charms. This is Hawkins however and things are never quite as they seem...

WHOLE FIC TAGS & WARNINGS: gratuitous use of Y/N (I'm not sorry), friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, eventual smut, semi-fix-it-fic, angst, injury, canon dialogue and events used, canon graphic violence, no main character death :)

Chapter Tags & Warnings: lying to the Police, Y/N has Eddie brainrot (same babe, same), important conversations, use of the word 'slut' in the form of intrusive thoughts, panic attack, Eddie trying his darndest, smoking, a lot of swearing, canon-compliant events and dialogue used, heavy flirting and moves being attempted again (these fuckers just can't catch a break)

Chapter Word Count - 6.4k

A/N - so, apparently I can't write anything in a time period shorter than two months. to make up for it this chapter is incredibly eddie-heavy after the last update, so you're welcome for that.

They didn’t try to stay in the fishing shed for much longer as fatigue set in quickly, though Y/N doubted she would get any rest at all. Eddie, desperately trying to make things right, tried to convince Y/N to stay with him, so they could talk about everything, to no avail.

“Don’t, Eddie.” Y/N pulled away from him. “We have a lot to talk about, but not right now.”

“But Y/N-” Eddie pleaded but Y/N cut him off.

“I’m exhausted, I haven’t slept. And the news about alternate dimensions and monsters being real? I need to be alone for a while.” Y/N’s voice cracked as she spoke, and Eddie’s face fell, “Plus, the police are probably going to want a statement from me so I should probably be at home for when that happens.”

Eddie sighed and shook his head, “Why would they want to question you?”

“If Max saw us both go into the trailer with Chrissy, and only you leaving, chances are others did too.” Y/N reasoned, and he sat back against the wall. Y/N started to walk away, to where Steve was holding the door open for her – trying to not eavesdrop, but paused. She bit her lip in thought for a second before turning back and crouching down in front of him. Lifting up his chin, she forced him to make eye contact, “Hey, I’ll be back as soon as I can. There’s a conversation we need to finish.”

With those final words, she left the shed and found her way back to the car. Somehow, the journey back into central Hawkins felt quicker than it had last night, though that may have been just because she was in and out of consciousness; awake enough to let Steve know where to drop her off and pick her up in the morning, but not enough to remember getting there. As Steve pulled up to her resting tree, she could see her mother in a dressing gown on the front porch with an absurdly large mug of what she assumed was tea. They bid her goodbye, Dustin giving her a big hug and Steve squeezing her hand gently, and let her know that they’d be there around 8am to pick her up for a supply run.

Y/N stumbled up to the house and into her room, collapsing on her bed and passing out fully dressed. She was abruptly woken up by harsh knocks on the front door and a shout that it was the police when they didn’t get an answer. Groggily, Y/N pulled herself up, glancing at the clock reading 7am and cursing to herself before wandering to the door.

“Miss Y/L/N? Can we come in? We have a few questions.” A man asked the second she opened the door. Giving him a quick scan, she noted the chief's badge and nodded, allowing him and his fellow officer to enter without a word. At the sound of people, Mrs Y/L/N soon entered the kitchen and took a silent place next to her daughter at the dining table when she read the situation she had just walked into. “I’m Chief Powell, this is Officer Callaghan. I just have a few questions, answer with honesty and there won’t be any trouble. Are you aware of the events that have taken place at the trailer park two nights ago?”

“I have heard that there was a body found in the Munson trailer, yes,” Y/N answered as calmly as she could, though her heart was beating out of her chest.

“Can you tell us where you were on Friday night?” The chief asked, and Y/N nodded before telling her story.

“Well, after school finished, I played a long game of Dungeons and Dragons with my friends, like we do every Friday,” I thought for a second then said, “Afterwards I went to the trailer park with Eddie and Chrissy, to pick up a notepad that I had left there whilst studying on Thursday and then I came home and had dinner with my mother. Usually, I’d stay at the trailer with Eddie on a Friday - but my dad left for a business trip that morning, so I came home to spend the night with my mum.”

Mrs Y/L/N, smiled at the story though she knew it wasn’t the truth, and placed a hand on top of Y/N’s on the table. Powell and Callaghan exchanged a glance before proceeding with their next question, “Can you tell us why Chrissy was at the trailer park?”

“I assumed it was to pick up some stuff for the championship party, she’s head cheerleader and her boyfriend is on the winning team, I didn’t question it.” Y/N answered, leaning back in her chair, a quizzical raise of an eyebrow accompanied her fidgeting hands, “Why? What’s Chrissy got to do with any of this?”

Y/N allowed the world to go numb around her as Chief Powell gave her the earth-shattering news that Chrissy was dead, the memories of her murder haunting her again like they had been since it happened, more tears falling. She hadn’t been certain that she could cry any more over this, but she was proved wrong. “Do you know where Eddie Munson is?”

“What?” Y/N was pulled out of her stupor at the question, blinking tears away as she looked between the Chief and the Officer in front of her, “You think Eddie, my Eddie, did it?”

“The boy’s van was gone when we got there. There are multiple witnesses seeing the three of you entering the trailer, but not a single one saw you leave.” Officer Callaghan spoke, and his voice immediately made Y/N’s skin crawl. It seemed to Y/N like he wanted Eddie to have done this; like it would be so easy for him to lock him away without another thought. At least nobody had seen her leave. “All the evidence points to-”

“Evidence? What evidence?” Y/N questioned before she could stop herself.

Well done, this isn’t going to end well for you.

Chief Powell was taken aback by the abrupt questioning, “Miss Y/L/N, we cannot disclose case detail during an ongoing investigation, it’s-”

“Have you found a murder weapon?” she cut him off, pushing further, knowing they had nothing on him.

It was Callaghan who answered, to the shock of his Chief, “Well, no but-”

“A motive then? Or signs of a struggle in the trailer?” The pair stared back at her unsure of what to say, she had put them on the spot unexpectedly. “No? So, all you have is circumstantial ‘evidence’.” Y/N knew that would be enough to turn the town against them, but she stood her ground anyway. They were innocent. “He didn’t do this. He couldn’t have, he’s completely harmless. Yeah, he’s a bit much for most people but he would never actually hurt someone maliciously. And he definitely doesn’t have it in him to, to kill.”

Callaghan, having grown increasingly agitated, stood up and towered over her, “Do you know what I think? I think you’re covering for him. I think you know he did it and are hiding him somewhere.”

“What’s your proof?” Y/N bit back, rage consuming her at the, not-completely, false accusation.

“Tell us where he is!”

“That’s enough!” Chief Powell stood up as well slamming his hands on the table. “Callaghan, take a walk.” Callaghan huffed and stormed out of the room, Chief Powell sat back down and spoke more calmly, “Miss Y/L/N, I get the feeling you’re not telling me something. Any small detail could help us solve this.”

“I- There’s nothing to say, I don’t know what happened after I left.” The lies were bitter on her tongue but there was no other way around this. Feeling her mother's hand on her’s gripping it slightly, she took a deep breath and continued. “I told Chrissy to have fun at the party as I left and hugged Eddie goodbye, saying that I’d make it up to him for ditching our movie night tradition and that’s it.” Chief Powell sighed in defeat. Y/N couldn’t help a small scoff from escaping her, as she added with a little more bite, hoping that it stuck, “Do an autopsy, figure it out. Cause I can’t explain this any more than you can.” They stared at each other for a second before Y/N collapsed back in her seat, “I just know that he’s innocent. I just do.” Y/N pleaded with the chief, hoping to any God that would listen that she sounded like a distraught friend in shock and disbelief, instead of a lying suspect, “Why would he kill my best friend?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

By the time Steve arrived with the others, the paranoia had started to creep up on Y/N – re-running the conversation again and again until she had the whole thing memorised, dissecting every last detail in an effort to convince herself that they had believed her and weren’t going to be back with a warrant for her arrest. Having restocked her own backpack with everything she thought she could possibly need for the day, she headed out to the car where the others waited. Mrs Y/L/N had whispered a small ‘be safe’ in her ear as she kissed her cheek goodbye, but Y/N had the feeling she couldn’t make that promise, not knowing when she’d be back. Sliding into the backseat again, the group settled into an uneasy chatter, trying to embrace the brevity of the morning before the inevitable manhunt for Eddie began throughout town. Robin fiddled with the radio until a news station reporting on the incident made her turn it off altogether.

“They have no fucking clue,” Y/N muttered under her breath, covered slightly by a deep sigh, but they all heard it.

“Who doesn’t?” Dustin immediately piped in, Robin turning in her seat to look at Y/N quizzically and Steve eyeing her in the rearview mirror to let her know he was also listening. Even Max moved a headphone off one ear so she could listen.

Groaning and massaging her temples, Y/N closed her eyes for a second to collect her thoughts, before ultimately saying, “The police. I had a visit from them this morning before you guys arrived.”

“What?!” Steve exclaimed from the driver's seat, sounding vaguely parental in his scolding, “Why did you not tell us as soon as you saw us?”

“I’m sorry!” Y/N, befuddled by his concern, apologised to Steve, who gave her a look that said, ‘you’d better be’. She continued, “Look, they have nothing on me or Eddie, nothing tangible that would hold up in a trial anyway, but it was still fucking scary to have to lie to them, about where he is and what’s going on, at 7am after a horrible nights’ sleep.”

“They really have no idea?” Robin asked for confirmation and Y/N shook her head, “Well that’s something at least, I mean when we were messing with Dustin’s Cerebro and listening in to the scanners they’re certain he’s still a suspect and they’re absolutely going to pin this on him either way but-”

“If it goes to trial somehow, it’s unlikely he’ll be charged.” Y/N finished the sentence and Robin nodded. “If we survive whatever this is anyway.”

“We’ve survived before, we can do it again,” Robin reassured her, though it sounded more like she was convincing herself. The rest of the drive to the store was mostly silent, barre Dustin going over details under his breath and occasionally asking Y/N for clarification on what happened again. As she wandered through the aisles, absentmindedly picking up Eddie's favourite snacks and drinks, her mind drifted to the what if’s.

If only you didn’t suggest that Chrissy buy something for her nightmares.

If only you’d asked earlier about what was going on with her.

If only you’d kissed Eddie in the drama room after Hellfire like you wanted to.

Maybe it wouldn’t have happened.

Maybe Chrissy would be alive.

Maybe Eddie would be with you right now.

She was still mystified that he’d abandoned her, and she was going to make him work for her forgiveness for that, but the more and more she thought about him, the more she just missed him and wanted to make it right. And the more she desperately missed Chrissy, weighed down by how she contributed to her demise.

You’re not innocent.

“Y/N? You okay?” Steve’s voice suddenly sounded in her ears, and snapped her out of her thought-spiral, shaking it off and smiling at him.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He wasn’t convinced. “Is this too much?” Y/N referenced the growing pile of snacks in her arms.

He cocked his head looking at it then smiled back at her, “Whatever he doesn’t want, we’ll split between us.”

She laughed lightly, “Deal.”

Another hour passed in the car and they were back at Ricks’ fishing shed. In the daylight, Y/N could really see just how dilapidated the building was - dented, marked up and covered in a weird moss or algae growing from the lake brine, the few windows in desperate need of a clean, and worst of all the smell was a lot more pungent under the sun.

“Jesus!” Eddie exclaimed, panicked as they too loudly kicked open the heavy metal door, bags in hand, five of them huddled together in the doorway.

Dustin grinned cheekily, “Delivery service!”

Eddie sighed, looking at them all in exasperation, seeing them all grinning back at him, Y/N feeling Steve lift up an arm to give him a little wave. Carrying over the bags, Eddie immediately took them from Y/N with a small thanks before digging through them like a racoon in the night, smiling to himself somewhat at the plethora of things she had obviously picked out. He collapsed into a half-exposed boat and pulled a box of honeycomb cereal to his chest, diving in with handfuls, interspersed with chocolate milk. The rest of the group had dispersed themselves around the room, finding their own places to perch or lean on, but Y/N moved to sit next to him, giving him a small smile before he shifted up to give her enough space. Despite this, she elected to sit as close to him as possible, craving his presence and leaning her head on his tense shoulder as he continued to eat.

“So, we got, uh, some good news and some bad news.” Dustin broke the silence, “How do you prefer it?”

Eddie didn’t stop eating to respond, “Bad news first, always.”

“All right. Bad news.” The teen searched for the correct phrasing for a second before breaking the news to Eddie, “We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you. Also, they're, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max added, looking from Eddie to Y/N, urging her to speak.

Eddie looked down at Y/N, eyes wide and accusatory, where she rested her head on him and she pulled herself up to sit straighter, “Yeah…They came for me this morning, tried to get me to rat you out and throw you under the bus- I just mixed my metaphors, anyway-” Y/N rambled, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, and flicking her eyes between all of them between looking down at her shoes, “-Obviously I didn’t say a thing…Actually no, that’s not true, I basically told them to do their jobs better, probably really reckless of me but maybe now they’ll actually do a full autopsy and realise there’s no way you could have done it-”

“You lied to the police? For me?” Eddie cut her off, cutting off her ramble with a long blink to process it all in complete disbelief, which turned quickly to awe as she gazed up at him – not needing to say a word to let him know it was the truth. “And the good news?”

Y/N gave him a weak smile, “Your name hasn't gone public yet.”

“But if we found out about you, it's a matter of time before others do.” Robin, then added gravely,  “And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.”

Y/N could see him deflate slightly as he took in her words, “Hunt the freak, right?”

Robin could only confirm, and Eddie cursed to himself before Dustin tried his hand at reassurance, “So, before that happens, find Vecna, kill him,1 and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin?” The dry sarcasm dripped off Eddie’s tongue, exhausted just at the sound of the ‘plan’, “That's all?”

Dustin just grinned sarcastically back at him, “Yeah, no, that's pretty much it.”

Before Eddie could bite back another retort, Robin jumped in, “Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually been through this before.” The pair in the boat gave her a look of confused disbelief, so she continued, “I mean, they have a… a few times, and… and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.”

At this point, Steve, who had been listening in decided to pipe up with further explanation, as though it was the most normal thing to discuss, “Yeah, see, usually we rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

Robin volleyed, “So we're technically in more of the-”

“Kinda…” Steve searched for the right words when Max found them for him.

“Brainstorming phase.”

Steve clicked a point at her, “Brainstorming.”

“There…” Dustin splutters as he tries again to give Eddie peace of mind, “There's nothing to worry about.”

Steve scoffs lightly in agreement, and gives Eddie a calm and confident smile, but it quickly fell as the wail of sirens sounded. Steve cursed, “Shit.” As the sirens grew louder and closer, Robin urged to cover the boat with Eddie and Y/N were sat in with tarp for them to hide, and Eddie immediately complied by grabbing the bright blue tarp with one hand and pulling Y/N closer with the other as he covered them.

Y/N then found herself pinned to Eddie’s chest, laying uncomfortably on the bottom of the boat, the cereal he’d dropped surrounding them as it spilled from the box. Face to face, mere centimetres apart, they got to finally look at each other properly for the first time in days. Eddie was paler than usual, eyes tired and lips reds, presumably from nervous biting, hair a tangled mess a top his head. She was sure he could see that she wasn’t doing much better, if the bags forming under her eyes from restless nights weren’t evidence enough, the way she clung to him in fear like she had before would be solid reminder. The tight grip around her waist loosened slightly as the sound of sirens died down but still the tarp remained until Steve called the all-clear.

Lacing their fingers together, Y/N pulled Eddie back up to sitting with her, pushing the tarp of with her other hand. Steve was pacing, hair dishevelled from running his hands through it but it still managed to look perfect somehow, which annoyed Y/N greatly. After a few more seconds of pacing as the sirens fully died off, Steve stopped and pulled his car keys back out of his pocket.

“I think we should follow them.” He finally spoke, “Just to make sure they’re definitely not on Eddie’s trail.”

Robin shrugged and started collecting her things, followed quickly my Max and Dustin, who added, “We should probably also loop Nancy and Lucas in on what’s happening, if it is the Upside Down again, we’re gonna need all the help we can get- Y/N? You, okay?”

Y/N hadn’t moved an inch as the other made their moves to leave, “I think I should stay here with Eddie.”

“Absolutely not. Nope. Not happening.” Eddie protested, squeezing her laced hand as he turned to her. “You can’t stay here, your mom-”

“My mum told me to come look for you.” His eyes widened and mouth gaped as she stopped his rant with a hand to his chest. “She believes in you, and more importantly she believes in me. She told me to bring you home. If I don’t come back she’ll assume I’m still looking, at least for a little longer, before she starts to panic. Besides, weren’t you the one begging me to stay here with you just last night?”

Eddie lets out a sigh that turns into a frustrated groan, “Harrington, just- just go, do what you need to do.”

The man didn’t need to be told twice, shepherding Dustin, Max, and Robin back out to his car. As he reached the door he paused and turned back to the pair in the boat, locking eyes with Y/N, “Stay safe.”

The door slammed shut, leaving Eddie and Y/N alone. Silence, tension palpable in the air the longer they sat, fidgeting, hip to hip. Eventually, Eddie broke the uneasy quiet, with a hushed whisper of, “Are you still mad at me?”

Y/N sighed, “Yes.” But then squeezed his hand, “And, no.” Eddie closed his eyes in slight relief, “I’m a little confused about how I’m feeling right now.”

“Do…do you wanna talk about it?” The question posed, though heavy, was asked so awkwardly but with such sincerity that Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that he was always ready to lend her his ears if ever she needed it, he had told her as much on Friday before all the chaos started but she didn’t quite believe him, part of her thinking he just said it out of courtesy, until now. “We’ve nothing else to do whilst we wait to be hunted down by townies.”

Unable to speak as her mind raced, trying figure out how best to phrase everything she needed to say, debating how much to say and devising ways to get around the whole thing, she just nodded. He unlaced their hand momentarily as he made himself a little more comfortable in the boat, straddling the bench to face her, before reaching for her hand again. Taking a few shaky breaths, she folded one leg under herself to face him and let her hands fall into his. His thumbs rubbed circles into the backs of her hands to soothe her as she collected her thoughts, opening her mouth to speak before thinking better of it and closing it again a few times over.

“Eddie…” Y/N sighed his name softly, “Look...on Friday night, before all this happened, I had this plan, I guess, to tell you everything that was going on with me – secrets from my past, plans for the future and where you fit in to it, and I had a surprise for you that I was – am! – still really excited about but it all feels…not meaningless, just…not as important anymore, not when your livelihood is at stake.” He didn’t interrupt. Though he was fidgeting, it was the quietest she’d ever seen him. Eddie was trying desperately to pay attention and hang on to every word she was saying. “All cards on the table - when you ran, it all just fell apart and I’ve been spiralling ever since. Furious that you ran. Confused about what I did wrong. Hopeless in the thought I wouldn’t find you. Mind-numbing fear that what killed Chrissy was coming back. But mostly, I’ve just been sick to my stomach thinking that you weren’t okay, that I’d find you dead, mutilated like Chrissy and I- What happened?”

Eddie licked his lips, blinking few times as he thought back to Friday night, “Y/N, no amount of explanation is going to justify me just leaving you there, believe me I know that, but please believe me when I say you did nothing wrong, I fucked up. Big time. And I’m so, so unimaginably sorry,” His big brown eyes pleaded with her to understand that he was truly remorseful, as he gripped her hands tighter, “I wanted to stay, every bone in my body willed me to stay there with you and as soon as I left, I wanted to come back, but my stupid fucking brain was screaming at me to just get the fuck outta there at all costs. Survival instincts I guess, to flee. Run away.”

Y/N looked away, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back indignant tears, taking a few breaths. Still, her hands never let his go, clinging on to him for dear life. She urged away the thoughts to snap at him again for she knew it would be of no help, no matter how badly she wanted to. Being mad at him caused an ache in her chest that made her nauseous, but full forgiveness wasn’t quite on the table yet but wasn’t far off. Her concern for him far outweighed the spite brewing in her anyway.

After a small sniffle, she finally looked back at him. Eddie was tense, chewing on his lip as his eyes racked over her again and again for any sign of her pushing him away, but found none. “I can’t stop thinking about why ‘Vecna’-” She scoffed sightly at the name Dustin had given the killer as she said it, thinking back to his notebook where she had caught the word ‘Demogorgon’ and realising that it was probably how they referred to the monsters they had previously fought and not notes from a D&D campaign like she’d initially thought, “-came for Chrissy in the first place.”

“I’ve got no idea…” He looked haunted by the memory for a second before he spoke again, “Well, she was your best friend, apart from me - though I’m not sure I deserve the title anymore,” Eddie looked down at their entwined hands in shame, before meeting her eyes again, “did you notice anything weird going on before Friday? You know, like signs that we missed?”

The nightmares and late-night phone calls came to mind. “I mean, she was having horrific nightmares, had to call me to calm her down on Thursday night. She said that they felt too real. Like they were actually happening to her. It was driving her crazy. I thought it was down to stress, she doesn’t- didn’t have the happiest home life…her mum’s a colossal bitch, trying to keep her ‘perfect’”.

“Her life seemed pretty damn perfect from the outside. And she was actually nice, unlike the preppie dickheads in that school. Where do the nightmares fit into that picture?” Eddie questioned, perplexed. He hated most of the preppies because they despised him, but Chrissy never had a bad word to say about him, so he grew fond over the limited time they spent together. But he never truly considered to be a friend, until she died, and he realised just how much he liked having her around - the girly bubble-gum blur that she was. Regret had consumed his every waking moment, for many reasons since that night, but not talking to her more niggled at the back of his mind like an itch he would never be able to scratch.

Y/N sighed before gently explaining Chrissy’s issues with food and her mother’s pressure to look and act perfect, the rage and regret bubbling up inside her again. “I should have recognised it sooner. She was always skittish whenever we ate together, and her mum always gave me the stink eye whenever we were at her house, bringing home snacks for movie nights. I assumed she just didn’t like me and didn’t pay any mind to it. But obviously there were some other reasons she didn’t want me and my cookies around.”

Eddie was simmering with the same rage that Y/N was, “And I’ll bet anything that she’s going to act like they were as thick as thieves to the press, knowing that she made her own daughter sick.”

“Chris deserved better,” Y/N muttered to herself, “Eds, I’m such a bad friend, I should’ve-”

“Sweetheart, you did everything you could.” Eddie cut her off, the familiar nickname spawning a flurry of butterflies in her stomach despite the gnawing guilt in her mind, “The fact that she even told you any of that, trusted you enough to call you in the middle of the fucking night, says how much of an effect you had on her.”

She couldn’t look at him, anxiety still crawling all over her, “…I think, apart from the guidance counsellor, I was the only one she told about any of it.” He hummed in acknowledgement.

“And,” His voice dropped, slightly hushed, testing the waters, “speaking from experience, you are not a bad friend.” Making a bold move in their reconciliation, he reached out and tilted her head up with two fingers under her chin to make her meet his gaze. She didn’t push him away, but leaned into his hold on her instinctually, “Alright, enough of the heavy for now. I need a smoke, you want one?”

An olive branch, a gesture of normalcy. She nodded as much as she could with his grip still on her jaw. Lightly dragging his thumb down her neck slightly and watching as her eyes fluttered closed for a split second, an easy smile graced his lips as he reached for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He lit up his own before placing a second between her slightly parted lips and lighting it, receiving a face full of smoke as a thank you. “D’ya wanna know why I came up here? Rick’s 'outta town' for a while, told me I could use the house whenever I wanted, ‘needed an escape’ or some shit like that.” Eddie scoffed at his friends’ words, making wild gestures with his hands as he spoke. It felt almost…normal, to sit and talk and smoke. Easy. Familiar. Comfortable. As though they weren’t in hiding, “I was actually planning on kidnapping you for a few days, bring you up here…just us, to hang in peace, uninterrupted…” he let the implication hang in the air - Y/N getting more and more flustered by the second as ideas flooded her mind as the memory of their previous private unfinished moments ghosted over her - before he continued “well, it doesn’t really matter anymore, anyway my point is, when I ran, it was still in my head – the idea of us here - and I guess my body kinda drove me here on autopilot.”

“You know that doesn’t absolve you, right?” Y/N said, half teasing but the underlying seriousness didn’t go unnoticed.

Eddie snickered, “Yeah, I know.” He flicked off the ash of his cigarette onto the floor beside the boat before taking a long drag and blowing it into the air. The sight of his exposed neck on display made her cheeks heat unexpectedly, not quite believe how attractive she found the simple action. Leaning into her personal space he murmured, “M’gonna do everything I can to earn your forgiveness, sweetheart, just tell me what you want.”

You.

Just you.

“Just don’t run from me again, you sure do know how to bruise a girl’s ego.” She whispered back, slightly breathless from the proximity.

The smirk he was holding back was thinly covered by the furrowed brows of a serious façade as he nodded, “You got it, no running. As for your ego…well, being stuck in this shithole whilst on the run from the police is a hell of a lot better with your sweet company.”

“Why thank you darling, that’s what I’m here for.” Letting out a sharp laugh, she lightly pushed him away, prodding her cheek with her tongue in exasperation.

Eddie laughed a little too loudly before remembering where they were and looked back at Y/N sheepishly, “You know what I meant, you just…things are easier when you’re around, is all.”

She did know exactly what he had meant. Since that first day, when he had made her feel so welcome, when they had instantly clicked, the air had felt lighter whenever he was around. Every menial, monotonous task became a game with Eddie there that ended in fits of laughter. Every study session felt less like reading a drill manual when he read the textbooks aloud like he was presenting a campaign. Seemingly simple movie nights in held some of her favourite memories, his head thrown back in carefree laughter, the sound reverberating in her ears like a symphony for her soul. Whenever he was around, the stress and anxiety simply washed away in calming, happy waves with every condescending smirk; every mischievous glint in his eye; every squeeze of his hand on her thigh; every soft breath that fanned over her lips when he crowded her space.

Her gaze softened as she gently brushed his cheek with one hand, cigarette held limply between her fingers, as the other reached for his hand to lace their fingers again, “Yeah, I know what you meant.” As he leaned in slightly, eyes scanning her face, Y/N pulled away slightly, “Eddie…I want to, I do,”

“Good, ‘cause I do too,” Eddie muttered, free hand sliding up onto her waist, before he sighed and dropped his forehead against hers, “But not right now, right?”

Y/N silently nodded against him, fingers still laced as the other hand on his face slid down to hold the nape of his neck beneath the tangled mess of curls, “Somehow it feels inappropriate, couldn’t possibly guess why…” voice low, resisting the urge to groan as he let his hand rub along her side.

“Yeah, it’s not like I’m a fugitive or anything, that’d ruin the mood,” He snickered, wrapping his arm around her back, and sliding closer to her on the bench, “One day, one glorious day, there won’t be any stupid fucking thing in the way.”

“No interdimensional monsters framing you for murder, no running from the police…” He hummed in approval, nose bumping against hers, “just me, telling you how much of a dumbass you are for waiting so long.”

“Well excuse me for trying to be a gentleman,” The statement completely undermined by the sharp squeeze to her hip, pulling a choked gasp from Y/N.

He smirked as Y/N tangled her hand in the curls at the nape of his neck, “Yeah, cause you giving me the ‘fuck me’ eyes ten times a day and almost defiling the Hellfire room on Friday, was completely gentlemanly, I feel sufficiently courted.”

“If I recall correctly, sweetheart,” condescension oozing with every word, staring her down, “you have been just as eager, dare I say needy, for me as I’ve been for you,” Y/N gulped at the phrasing, hating the immediate effect it had on her, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you checking me out every chance you get and giving me the ‘fuck me’ eyes, as you so succinctly called it, whenever I’m DMing or playing guitar or driving - so cut the bullshit, princess.”

Make me. The phrase itched on her tongue.

Fuck, I want him.

Slut.

Your best friend dies, and Eddie is on the run and you’re horny?

You completely insensitive bitch.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Suddenly everything became too much - his hands on her, the proximity, her spiralling thoughts – and she couldn’t breathe. “I uh- I’m sorry, I just…” Y/N completely pulled away, standing up and walking away to lean on a nearby work bench, trying to calm her ragged breathing. Her hands shook slightly against the hard wood of the table, eyes clenched shut as she attempted to focus on her breathing, counting to ten over and over again inaudibly.

“Y/N? What- are you okay? Sweetheart?” the metalhead scrambled up and out of the little boat, rushing over to where she was stood, trembling. “Oh god, was it me? I went too far I’m sorry.”

“Eddie…” Y/N’s voice, soft and weak made him pause, calling out for him as the panic consumed her, “Can’t- I can’t breathe.”

He buffered, arms frozen mid-air, half reaching for her and half wanting to give her space, “Uh…try, try taking some deep breaths. I’ll do it with you. In and out, in and out.” She tried to follow his lead but the voices in her head were getting louder and louder. Overpowering her. Collapsing under the pressure, Eddie immediately crouched down beside where she was curled into a ball on the grimy floor. “Jesus, fuck, Y/N talk to me, what’s going on?” The boy’s voice shook as he cradled her to his chest, her hands balling up his shirt in her fists, holding on for dear life.  

Disgusting little slut, you deserve to feel like this.

Did you really think that this would be okay?

You’re pathetic.

He’s just playing you, feels bad for you.

Chrissy is better off dead than being your friend.

“Shut up, shut up! It’s not true…It’s not true, get out of my head.” Y/N held her hands to her head, as if to squeeze the horrific thoughts free from her mind, sobbing whilst being rocked back and forth by Eddie as his strong arms circled her protectively.

His head dropped down, to rest his cheek atop her head, “C’mon darlin’, breathe with me, don’t listen to it.” Though his voice was shaking with intense concern, Eddie tried his best to calm her down. After another fifteen minutes, Y/N breathing finally started to regulate and she was able to lift her head to lock eyes with him, following his breathing. Once she was stable, he asked softly, still holding her tightly, “There you are, where’d you go, huh?”

“Panic attack…that one was a bitch,” she sniffled through a small laugh, “My head can be pretty damn cruel sometimes.”

“What was it saying?” The question hung in the air for a couple of seconds, “Sweetheart, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Playing with the fabric of his Hellfire shirt to distract herself, she took another breath to soothe herself before talking again. Though she had planned on telling him everything on Friday and had already done the mental gymnastics of how to say it all, actually having to say it all out loud made her stomach twist horribly.

He already has too much to deal with, he doesn’t need my baggage on top.

Before she could get another thought run wild, his hand on her face brushing away a few stray tears brought her back to reality.

“Okay, so…”

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[tipsypenguin31]

I started this last night (4-11-24) while being baked out of my mind. While also listening to Into the Night by Santana ft Chad Kroger on repeat. Didn’t realize it because I was lost in the sauce coming up with this scenario that fit perfectly with that song. 

This Red-Haired fucker was NOT supposed to have me falling for him!! But after watching the Live action a bunch of times on top of the anime. I fell hard.

Even though it was Mihawk who grabbed my attention, with all the sass on top of being fine.

And then I spent my mother’s day on the beach with my family along with my in-laws, so when I was able to, I opened up docs onto my phone and started typing away. (I surprisingly got a lot done.) 

Now after being home from a long day, I was able to smoke and relax and managed to finish it.

There is definitely going to be a part 2 for those who enjoyed it and want more! <3

Her

TW: None. 

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Earlier that day, the crew had arrived at a small island. They spent the entire afternoon quickly setting up camp for the next few weeks. As encouragement to get it done quicker. Shanks had told the crew they could pass around three bottles. 

“Uh…Shanks, I know you’re eager to kickback and relax but.”  She gave him a small smile, placing a hand on his cheek. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea..”

He pulls Amaris into his side and gives her a peck on the lips

“And why is that, darling?” 

“How are you supposed to keep track of how much everyone is drinking? On top of working?” 

He lets out that obnoxious laugh of his. 

“My darling girl, don’t worry. We do this all the time.” He plants a quick kiss on her cheek, then walks off with Beckman back to the ship.

By noon Shanks had finished the bottle he had started with, not having passed it once. As for the rest of the crew, they managed to equally pass the two bottles back and forth. Making sure everyone got a fair share. 

After they had their camp set up. Shanks and Amaris went on a walk along the shoreline to  watch the sunset and enjoy some peace before they were all inebriated for the rest of the night. 

Amaris sat between Shanks legs, head against his chest. Shanks rests her chin on the top of her head. His arm wrapped around her front. They watched as the sun went down, listened to the waves and to the noises of the coming night. 

Shanks moves from the top to her head to place his face against hers. A slight breeze blows through, kicking up the scent of her shampoo. Honey and Milk. He closes his eyes and drinks in her scent, imprinting it into memory. He could stay like this forever. 

When he opens his eyes to take a glimpse at her. He sees that her eyes are closed, he plants a kiss to her neck and watches that beautiful smile of hers spread across her face. 

He shakes the oncoming thoughts away, and clears his throat. “Time to head back, Beckmann should have the bonfire going by now.” Whispering into her ear. 

The feel of his lips against her ear along with his soothing voice. Sends a shiver down her spine. 

“Oh but Captain, I'm really enjoying this. Just a little longer, please?” She whimper’s out. Those first three nights after leaving Foosha Village, were the last nights they got to spend with each other. 

That was four weeks ago.Everyday since then has been nothing but chaos. Both fun and annoying. 

He chuckles against her ear. He found it adorable when she pouted. Especially when it was over him. “How about this?” Shanks takes her chin in his hands and turns her toward him. Gazing down into her eyes that were full of adornment.

“I promise to not get too drunk, just enough to get a slight buzz, yeah?” He moves his hand from her chin to cradle her face in his palm. “That way tomorrow, you can have me all to yourself. Just you and I. From sunup to sundown, I want to be all yours. Deal?” 

“Mmmmm, you drive a hard bargain, Red-hair.” She hummed playfully. “Could we seal the deal with a kiss?” 

Not bothering to verbally respond. Shanks pulls her into a fiery kiss. 

The feel of her soft lips against his, followed by the taste of her sent his head spinning and a warmth spread through his chest.

 This damned, beautiful woman was making him want to ditch the crew and spend the rest of the night wrapped in her arms. She had her ways of making him cave. 

Abruptly, Shanks breaks the kiss and jumps to his feet. He holds out his hand to help her up. 

“Come on, darling. Don’t want to miss out on all the fun.” He nods his head in the direction of their campsite. “I can hear the music playing already!” 

Amaris begrudgingly takes his hand. 

Shanks laughs at her pouting, then wraps his arm around her shoulders. 

“That's my girl! I think deep down you want to party as well, yeah?” 

Rolling her eyes at him, then gestures for them to start walking. There was no way in hell, she was going to admit it. That big head of his didn’t need to become any bigger. 

[thenaziloli]

IDEA RANDOM IDEA

Fuck… God fucking dam-

“Roaar!!”

A loud ear scratching growl interrupted her

soliloquy, still, the shock and flabbergasted expression remained on her face. Looking at her apartment door that is being repeatedly banged against, the sense of surreality in her heart slowly diminished as she descended into another profanity filled soliloquy.

“God mother fuck what in the fucking hell holy shit god damn mother fucker” breathing in, she continued “calm down calm fucking down!!okay?… Okay… Its not fucking okay!!”

Irritated, confused, and amused she gripped her hair as she paced around the living room. Exhausted from staying up all night, she decided to take a nap on her sofa, promising herself to wake up an hour later but who would have thought that not only did she wake up 8 hours later, the fucking apocalypse also came like— wow fucking amazing, now can anyone explain how the fuck are there zombies in her fucking door?!

Pinching herself didn’t ease her and so she decided to slap herself hard, like echoing slap hard but unfortunately even tho she’s a lucid dreamer, the situation right now is far from a dream.

Swallowing down she decided to move, while this maybe her first apocalyptic experience, she have read a handful of apocalyptic stories to know that she cant just dawdle around.

Finally figuring out what to do despite her muddled head, she heads into the bathroom and opens the faucet to fill her small bathtub of water then she walks around her house to look for anything to hold water with and proceeds to stock on water while thinking about how long she can last with her food reserves.

Just then a loud crash caught her attention. Looking out from the window, she saw a truck crash into a car while the road was littered with abandoned vehicles. A few figures running away can be spotted but the most eye catching thing was of a figure of a man beside the truck surrounded by a horde of walking corpses.

Sighing at the man’s fate, she cant help but feel suffocated. While she maybe preparing herself, she still cant brush off the faint sense of bemusement or fear really. Fear that her life was gone now and she was about to face an incomparably ardous life, fear that she may not be anle to see her parents and brother again, fear that she may die as a foil.

She’s an Otaku, a fairly crazy one. Because of her fondness of the dystopian and apocalyptic genre, she managed to rub off some of the protagonist’s characters such as being a hamster. And so with that new found obsession, she filled her place with food, boxes of ramens, instant noodles, canned food and even a pantry full of daily necessities that’s enough to last her for three whole months. It may not be healthy but in the off chance it happened she’ll be secured, but who would have thought that off chance would really come. Thankfully though, because of her paranoia, she was also wary of the third war and chose to settle at a relatively remote city so while the number of corpses are still frightening, it was incomparable to the big cities.

Peeking at the window again, she saw that uncle get eaten by those corpses and a nausea came over her, I mean who wouldn’t be, she just saw that fucking uncle get eaten. She maybe a lover of gore but this is different ah.

“Get over it Jayce, now’s not the time.” She forced herself to ignore her nausea and go back to the kitchen and fill water and also check her pantry.

Now that she was now in an apocalypse, an arrangement must be made. Now the food, the food can laste her for a three months to half a year if she eats just a meal a day but to survive she needs energy so she will not wrong herself. Water, the water she collected was not enough, the food will last her long but the water wont, it’ll probably be finished by three to four weeks and thats with her using it only for drinking, if she decided to clean herself then it’ll be even shorter.

She frowns and wanders around the house looking for her raincoat, motorcycle helmet, a baseball bat she uses for self defense, a couple rolls of tape, a stack of books, and couple of her clothes. She then changed to a pair of leggings, a singlet and thick boots she only uses when she decides to dress up, now it has a proper use rather than just being a fashion statement.

Putting all the things in her living room, re proceeds to cut up the clothes into a rectangular shape that she then wrapped around her left leg, she then tore up a handful of thick glossy pages from the books she chose and wrapped it in her leg and with the tape, she taped then to her leg securely, rolling it around a few times. Doing the same to her right leg, arms, and thighs, she now have a passable armour, well just cover really. It should be enough to withstand a few zombie bites and scratches. She then covered it up with a big sweater and cargo pants.

Taking out her small box of tools, she started nailing her baseball bat to use as a weapon. Finally she put on the raincoat and the helmet and as well as a small knife, she was ready to go outside.

Right now the biggest problem to solve was water, and going outside to search other apartments for containers is the only thing she can think of, also food if she can find some, after all not all household tends to stock food and most people liked to go every time to the markets to shop.

After making sure that she was ready, she then moved her furnitures closer to the wall to make more space in the living room. Her apartment is only a small one bedroom apartment after all and its not really big, she plans to put all water containers in the living room.

However, before going out, she went to her bedroom to check her phone and laptop to see if the internet is still on. If it is and there’s still an influx of posts about the event at this hour then she will not go out and search but if they already stopped then she can go out. The reason was because if there are less traffic then it means most people are dead, but if they aren’t then she’s probably going to get killed by those still living when she breaks into their houses for containers. Also, since its the apocalypse, she have to download entertainments now, if not she would probably comit suicide out of boredom first before she ran out of water.

Seeing that the wifi is still working and the most recent posts are mostly an hour or two ago, she thought that its good to go outside.

[kdipshit]

Well I Got The Thing I Needed, I Guess…

I have to learn to do everything my own way, as doing something with someone else’s perspective is just not possible. I have to be difficult all the time huh…

My body stays the same even tho it feels like my brain switches. Perspectives change. Beliefs. Realisations. Like the person I was 1 hour ago was dark and gloomy and quick to anger. irritated. But BPD irritation. I wanted to turn into a tornado and rip thru my entire house taking everyone up in it. Lol. Jk. But fr… and the person I am now is nothing like that. I don’t even think that way at all, why would I even want to it sounds like a war zone over there. Lets remember the parts of ourselves that occupy the body when the body is feeling so dark. She’s still us. Thats still me. Lol how do I say that? Im still me. Thats better. Im so sick of these walls in my brain keeping me from the other sides of myself, I can’t stay in the dark space for very long without scratching my way out. And its painful. Am I supposed to stay in that feeling until it passes? Coz sometimes it feels like it doesn’t fucking end, so I grab my bong and then I’m better. But weed is limited. Sometimes I think ill be better if I was just on the right meds. Im still very upset about my psych trip. And it makes me feel so discouraged to even continue trying…. But. I will keep trying. As long as I have weed to lean on, I’m straight as. But I’m not ignoring the darkness by trying to feel better. I can look at it in another perspective. I gotta do better. I gotta do better. The bruised knuckles do give me character tho. I should message A more quickly next time, she really did an amazing job at switching my perspective, its like she knows exactly how to talk to me. Im so grateful.

+ the weed makes me write better. Its easier to write down the thoughts… I found myself sounding like my hippie ass aunty telling my little sister that thoughts become things lol. Its such a shame that I’m actually crazy because no one really believes me lol. thoughts do become things tho, she was right, I just didn’t see the bigger picture, and I guess no one ever really will until they can for themselves. THANK YOU FOR PAIN. You give your shadow self love by learning how to thank the pain, and the hard journey, and the sleepless nights and teary eyes. Learning better methods, keeping yourself out of thought loops by treating every single day as brand new. Realising no ones got a problem with me lol. Im not a problematic person.

anyways…. Whats been going on wed chyall? Lol imagine all that trauma dumping and then I sip my tea. Your turn aunty. I’m always trine rush finish something because the act of doing something for too long freaks me out. Thats gotta be that ADHD hoe, which will be fixed if I fkn get my right meds bro wtf!!! D: like so much of my problems would be fixed if I just had the fun goddamn meds Jesus FUCK. Is it that hard around here? They think imma pill popper bro won’t even give me valium anymore, dogs. No fkn wonder why I’m smoking like smokey mother fucker, my shits al the way fucked up my boy. Give me the fucking pills lmaoooo. And up them anti-psychotics while your at it lmaoooo.

Does anyone else have conversations with other people in your head? Thats a normal thing right? Well the convos in my head are too quick to for me to write down, but they be having me fucked up on some different shit. I just did it, I just stopped a bad thought for manifesting bigger and replaced it with a better one AS SOON as it appeared. Sometimes I’m not quick enough and it catches me instead. I sat with myself today, I don’t even remember what I wrote in the ideation one. But I remember what mindset I was in, I’m curious to see how honest with myself I was. I can be honest with myself right now and day I don’t think I did good enough. There were times where I was thinking I really don’t wanna do this anymore. I forgot what I needed to remember, which was to redirect all go those feelings into positive ones, I know these things, but at some point, every emotion on peak feels the same, so I was historically crying on the way home, recklessly, because I forgot to remind myself, to switch the thought, look at everything else thats good, and setback or something super annoying happening is because your energy is needed elsewhere!! Butterfly effect, nothing in the end is bad. Its just a redirection, stop being so controlling, and let it be, let it flow, while you only control yourself, your reactions and your thoughts. Thoughts determine emotions, and emotions are my kryptonite.

The problem is my thought patter, and how it recycles the same 10-30 sentences over and over again. Some fkn crazy delulu, some that genuinely make sense cuz, and then the same normal other shit, right???? lol. Idk what I’m saying anymore but sometimes I ramble write (all the time) and I read it back and its dope as fuck and I actually make sense.

My poor knuckles are busted all because I knocked and no one answered. Well nah fuck, it was that, and then it was the non answered door last week too, its the non answered phone calls its the non answered emails like broooo. Should not be this hard to see a psychiatrist in my city I swear to god. Without weed I’m completely self destructive, I need to build my strength on my other positive coping mechanisms because typing really hurts. And I love to write. Self destructive me is very overwhelmed and unsure how to untangle everything so everything comes out as a big fat cry.

[a-bookish-witch]

When you find a 20+ chapter Fanfic for your OTP but it hasn't been updated since 2010

But then you see that it's completed

[iovnyu]

12:50am

content: sunghoon x gn!reader sharing a bed

a/n: hello! i’ll also make other versions of this with other members if i have the chance to! sorry i haven’t been posting lately, i haven’t had the motivation to finish any of my drafts lol  anyways remember to look at the request guide here before you ask for one !!

“let’s not make a big deal out of this.” sunghoon says from inside the room. he didn’t bother helping you with your luggage that you were currently struggling to get in the room. you furrowed your eyebrows, “what do you mean?” you puffed, finally getting the luggage to cooperate with you. 

walking inside, you see sunghoon standing at the edge of the (singular) bed. he stares at it like it has betrayed him. “you got to be fucking kidding me.” you say.

“it’s only one night. we will make do.” sunghoon says, not really believing his own words. “besides, we will be sleeping.” sunghoon passes you and into the restroom where he fixes his hair. you can’t believe that your parents made you stay in the one bedroom with sunghoon. out of all people, your parents betrayed you.

accepting your fate, you begin to unpack your luggage. taking out your amenities, you make your way into the bathroom and try your best to unpack your skincare with sunghoon’s hair products in the way. it was funny how there was two sinks yet there wasn’t two beds. 

sunghoon eyes you as you slide his stuff over to his side of the sink that he was on. he is quick to put the products back to it’s original place -- on your side. you slide it over a little harder, hoping he would get the point. 

clearly, he didn’t as this went on five more times until you glared at him. “sunghoon.” you say with your hand on your hip and his hairspray in the other. 

“y/n.” sunghoon mocks, copying your stance.

“i swear to god if you don’t move your products to your side of the sink i’ll use this whole can.” you wave the hairspray in front of his face. he widens his eyes and grabs your face wash. 

“i’ll squirt the whole bottle into the sink.” realizing what he said, he chuckles to himself like a little kid. “squirt.” you roll your eyes as you pretend to hit him with the hairspray. 

“ah, ah, ah” sunghoon says as he points to you then to his hand that has the face wash bottle open over the sink. when did he open it? 

“one step closer and i’ll drain this baby down!!” he threatens, eyes wide. you gasp. “you wouldn’t dare!”

“oh!” he scoffs, looking off to the side then at you. “try me.”

you stare at him back, not wanting to crack under the heavy smirk he was giving you. thinking about all the possibilities in your head, you decide to take a tiny step towards sunghoon. 

clearly, he wasn’t lying when he said he would drain out your face wash. he squeezes out a big dollop of your face wash into the sink. shocked, you stare at him with your mouth wide open. “you mother fucker!” you say as you charge at him with the hairspray. “that shit is expensive!” 

sunghoon didn’t care, he kept squeezing out your face wash until there was no more. he notices this and quickly notices how petty this seemed. you weren’t even doing anything to his hairspray, yet here he was wasting your face wash. 

“what the fuck sunghoon!” you exclaim, looking at your face wash in the sink. “your an asshole.” you throw his hairspray on the floor and walk out of the restroom. 

sunghoon walks out after you. “y/n-” he is about to say but sees that you throw one of the pillows on the floor. “you can’t be serious about sleeping on the floor.”

you ignore him and lay down, turning your back towards him. you hear him sigh as he puts on his shoes and opens the door. waiting until you hear the door click, you look back to see that he left. boys are so stupid, you think. as your eyes get heavy, you feel yourself knock out on the hardest pillow you ever felt. 

waking up, you notice that you were no longer on the floor but on the bed. opening your eyes, you are shocked to see sunghoon sleeping peacefully. did he move you to the bed while you were sleeping? when did he come back from wherever he went? you couldn’t help but to think as you stare as his face. your eyes outlined his features. he looked beautiful when he was asleep compared to when he would be like a little kid.  

“you know i can feel you staring right?” sunghoon says as he opens one eye to peek at you. embarrassed, you quickly close your eyes.

sunghoon laughs lightly, “i’m sorry about your face wash.” you open your eyes to find sunghoon looking sincere for once in his life. “i went out and bought it for you, it’s in the bathroom.” he says. taken aback, you didn’t know what to say.

“oh…. thank you.” you say quietly.

sunghoon smirks, “i’m sorry i didn’t hear you. what did you say?” he says and moves his face closer as if it wasn’t close enough. you try to focus on anything other than his eyes and you land on his nose that was so close to touching yours. as if his smirk couldn’t get any bigger, he peeks out his fang just a little bit to bit his lip. “did the cat get your tongue?”

you roll your eyes. “fuck off sunghoon.” you say as you lightly shove his face out of your sight. feeling something wet on your palm, you pull your hand back in disgust. you gape at sunghoon, holding onto your now wet hand. “you did not just lick me.” 

“you bet your ass i did.” giving you a smug look, sunghoon smirks again. “that’s what you get for putting your grubby hands on my beautiful face.”

you scoff and throw the blanket onto his body, engulfing him and his annoying face. “hold on-” you say as your body feels lighter. looking down you notice how you no longer had your sweater on. “did you take off my sweater?” you point at him, although he can’t see you because he is still underneath the blanket mound. 

a muffled, “mhm, i remember you hate sleeping with your sweater on.” comes from the blanket and you couldn’t help but to laugh at how sunghoon isn’t trying to take off the blanket. 

you take a look around the room, thinking how will you survive this weekend. especially when your heart feels like it is about to betray you. 

[madameminor]

hi babez!!!

i’ve never requested anything before but i thought this would be a good idea.

reader goes to a bar and gets drunk with the batch, one of them (preferably tech or cross, but whoever u feel like) takes them back to their barracks while their drunk and stubbling around. reader is obvi very horny and begs for some *action* but batcher refuses and tucks them into bed, claiming he’ll ‘sort himself out’ and heads to the bathroom.

“i can help with that”, they claim as they step closer to the shower.

“‘no, but you can watch”

pls pls pls pls plsssss consider this!!! love ur works 💙💙

Ah dear simp! Seeing as you changed your username at his 'request', I’ll HAVE to go with Crosshair on this one :D. I hope you enjoy!

Beneath the cut - 18+, drunk behavior, masturbation (p and v)

Being outside clears your head, ripping away the comforting promise of 5 seconds ago.

The inside of 79s had been warm and muggy and smelled like men. Mmmm, men. Lots of men. Lots of clones. Maker you’d been cooped up with 4 of them for weeks and hadn’t been able to so much as STROKE your pusswa. But tonight there had been sooooo maaany of them-and they wanted to do way more than stroke you.

You had looked at every single one of them. Oh boy had you looked, feasting on the multitude you had to choose from. Clones at the clone bar in their element, looking gooood in their armor, drinking and laughing and looking back. You could easily sneak off from your squad and snuggle into a dark corner with a piece of shiny white painted plastoid pinning you up against a wall with his hips. Mmmm… perfectly drunk, too. Right at that part where everything seems possible. So easy to just pick one, slur through the small talk and get down to business.

You had found a nice one, wolf pack, smooth talker, leaning over you while you sipped at your drink and he finished his, finally realizing where his night was heading-

And then, FUCKING CROSSHAIR.

DAMMIT.

Stupid karking, mother kriffing, intervening low life stick-in-the-mud Crosshair. Didn’t need to be so aggressive with the poor trooper either. He’d pushed the poor guy off, glared down his protests, grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you away. SO not necessary. Jeez. The Batch had waved goodbye at your angry eyes. Fuckers were probably in on this too.

He wasn’t gonna fuck you, he wasn’t going to taste you, he wasn’t even going to kiss you. He was just dragging you home so you couldn’t have any fun. You can feel your words are slower than normal, can feel your anger taking over. “Crosshair, what the fuck?!”

He’s beside you, gently urging you forward with his hand on your upper arm. “You’re drunk.”

You scoff, trying to push him off. “Tha’s the POINT, Cross. Tha's why we WENT TO A BAR.”

He doesn’t falter. “Too drunk to be trying to sleep with strangers.”

You roll your eyes and pull your arm away from him. Strangers. Please. “They’re yor brothers. Hot brothers. Maybe not as hot ‘s all of you, but still hot.”

He shoots a side eye look, but stays silent. The Marauder comes into view on its landing pad.

So, there’s no way he’s turning around. Fine. You swing in front of him, hands around his neck, stopping him in his tracks. “W’ll if I don’t get to go home with any of them- that means I’m going home with you.”

“No.” He pulls you off his neck and keeps moving forward, holding you by your wrist to keep you moving.

You let the whine creep into your voice. “Cross, I w’s FINALLY about to get some action after WEEKS of NOTHING. Please?”

“No.” He doesn’t even look back at you. Bastard ruined your night and now he’s not even looking at you.

You walk a little faster than him. “Why? You don’t like me?” You start lifting up one side of your dress so he can see your ass as you move.

Something changes in his voice. “That’s not it- put your dress down.”

You reach the ramp before he does, whirling to catch him before going inside. “Come on, Cross,” you trace your hands up his chest, feeling his breath catch in his throat. You look up at him through your eyelashes, voice quiet. “You don’t want to see me on my knees here in front of you? Let you push yourself down my throat? I WANT you to, Crossy. Don’t you want me to?”

His eyes stay resolute, but you see him swallow. “No.”

You give the poutiest pout you have. “But whyyyy?”

You see him glance at your lips before looking back at your eyes. “You’re too drunk.”

You wrap his arms around you, teasing him with your smile. “So you DO like me. You just don’t want to because I am le inebriated.”

Silence follows, his face dead pan. Was he thinking about i-

He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder as he ascends the rest of the way into the ship.

You eep and push yourself up, trying to look forward at your captor. “CROOOOOOSSS!! I’m not a baby!”

“Really? You’re acting like one.”

You sure freakin’ FELT like one. You fall limp, almost sobbing into his back. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I wanna get laaaaaaaaaaaid!!”

“Do it yourself.” He plops you down in front of your bunk. Steadying you as you regain your feet.

You look up at him again, more surprised than anything. “With you here?”

He smirks down at you, leaning his forearm against the bunk over yours. “Suddenly shy?”

“Nooooo.” You take a deep breath as you realize how close he is. He doesn’t move away. Your pulse beats faster as the moment drags on. You’d forgotten he was probably drunk, too, or at least had enough booze to loosen him up. And the way he was looking at your lips now…

“See,“ you practically whisper, hands returning to his chest, “you DO want to. You want to feel me from the inside.” He blinks a bit too slowly to be natural. You smile as you trace one hand to his jaw line. “You could haaaave it Crosshair. You could. I want you to.”

Another moment passes, and you can hear is rapid breathing, feel his heart pounding. You’re sure he’s leaning in for a kiss, only to hear him curtly mutter. “Not like this.”

THAT shuts you up. You look up at him as he pulls your arms off of him, holding them between his hands

His voice is a low, frustrated growl you’ve never heard before. “You want to see what you’re missing because you’re too drunk to ask nicely for what you want?” Your eyes follow his hand down to his codpiece. “I’m going to go take care of myself. In the shower. On my own.”

He puts his hand under your chin, making you look up at him. “And you can watch me.”

He steps away from you and walks to his bunk. He peels off his armor one piece at a time, acting like you aren’t even there. He knows you’re watching, you haven’t been able to move. You can’t believe what he’s promising, what he’s saying, what he’s not saying. With a grumble under his voice that sounds like “unbelievable” he walks towards the fresher, taking off his shirt in the process. You can see the sizeable bulge in his pants as he walks past you- you did that to him? Really? Because he was drunk, or because he WAS interested in you?

You watch him disappear and realize he left the refresher door open. You hear the start of the water running and you carefully slink to the doorway.

Maybe it’s because you’re drunk, or maybe it’s because you’re horny, but Crosshair in the shower is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. It send you to your knees. Add to that how hard his cock is as it lays in his hand, and you can’t help but touch yourself. You sit in the door way on your knees, hand tracing yourself over your underwear, barely able to stand it as he whispers your name under his breath.

“Kriff, just like that, mesh’la.” He starts stroking himself in the running water, pulling his skin up to the tip before sliding it down. His breath becomes more labored as his hand speeds up. He leans against the shower wall, letting the hot water run over him as he fists his throbbing cock, groaning out your name with each thrust between his fingers.

You don’t even realize that you’ve sunken your fingers inside yourself. You’re leaning forward on one hand while the other fucks into you in time with Crosshair’s thrusts. You’re keening quietly, unable to look away from your not-exactly-one-night-stand. He presses his forehead to the wall as his hands speed up, growling through his teeth.

“Louder, kitten. LOUDER.”

You gasp as you clench at his words. “Fuck, Cross, I’m going to…”

“Do it. Come while you watch me. Think about how much better this would feel if it were my cock and not just your little fingers.” He groans as his hips start to stutter, as your moan echos around the fresher walls, both of you coming all over yourselves in a frenzy to feel good. Crosshair continues to pump himself as you fall forward onto your elbows, hands slick with your wet dripping on the floor. You place your warm forehead on the cool metal as you pant to yourself, clearer headed from the orgasm, still loose from the alcohol. You hear the water turn off and quiet, wet footsteps making their way. You look up to see Crosshair over you, breathing heavily as he looks down at you. He crouches down, reaching out to lift your chin up to look at him.

“Next time,” he growls. “Ask for what you want when I know you mean it. This won’t happen again.”

You nod weakly, glazed eyes staring at his lips.

“Good girl. Now go to sleep. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” He stands and steps around you heading to his bunk, leaving you panting and pulsing on the floor.

It was going to be a very long night.

[the-iceni-bitch]

In the Pines

Pairing: Curtis Everett x fem!Reader, past Bryce Langley x fem!reader

Words: ~8k

Summary: You shouldn’t have been able to survive in the woods. Curtis found you though, taking you in and letting you hold tight to your secrets as you slowly move into his heart.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, outdoor section), creepy vibes, heavy angst, injuries and language that points to an extremely abusive relationship but no abuse on screen, threats of extreme violence (including against a pregnant woman), extreme violence, arson, character death, gore, pregnancy, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This is my entry for my little 5k Dark was the Night challenge! If you want to know why I haven’t been as active for the past few days, it’s because the visuals for this fic wormed their way into my brain like a mother fucker and I had to get it out. And I am in love with it, so I really hope you all enjoy! It was very much inspired by the American folk song “Where did You Sleep Last Night?” which is one of my favorites and is so perfect for spooky season. Lyric prompt below.

My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me

Tell me where did you sleep last night?

In the pines, in the pines

Where the sun don’t ever shine

I would shiver the whole night through

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Curtis felt the scream before he heard it, a shiver traveling up his spine that roused him from sleep with a start. Another eerie shriek cut through the air and he rose out of bed with a sigh.

He grabbed the rifle before peering out the window, telling himself it was just a cougar moving in for the kill as he gazed at the pines that surrounded his cabin. It sounded so close to the house though, and they didn’t typically come so near to his dwelling.

Venturing out there to investigate was out of the question. Less than a hundred yards from the walls of the cabin the trees grew thick and close, their branches so snarled together you could barely catch a glimpse of the sky on a clear day. Trying to find anything out there in the dark with nothing but the stars and the new moon to light his way was the epitome of stupid, even if he tried to stay on the thin carved path, not to mention the creatures that made the mountain forest their home.

Nothing caught his eye, so Curtis wandered back to bed with a weary groan, resigned to searching the copse in the morning in case the cougar left its kill too close to the house.

Curtis woke with the sun as he always did, finishing his ministrations while he brewed himself some coffee as dark as sin. He hoped that whatever poor creature had met its end last night got dragged back to the cougar’s den, he did not look forward to the possibility of having to clean up after a messy kill. 

As soon as he had finished the last of his breakfast he ventured out, tucking the shotgun into the crook of his elbow and cracking his neck as he braced himself for the chill of the morning. His search was a slow spiral from the edge of the trees, doing his best to keep an eye on the cabin at all times so he didn’t lose himself.

It was almost an hour later when he stumbled on it, nothing left but blood soaked soil and a massive collection of flies that dissipated as soon as he drew near. He sighed to himself as he set to burying the blood with the butt of the gun, the activity slowly warming his tired muscles as he said a quiet prayer for whatever poor animal had met its violent end.

The sudden breaking of twigs and rustling of needles had him swinging around with a curse, bringing the shotgun up whip fast and preparing to meet some angry beast. But the only thing that came out of the trees was you, staggering with exhaustion and meeting his eyes with a dead stare. Then you collapsed, sagging to the forest floor without a sound while Curtis swore and moved to scoop you up.

He thought he recognized you, but the state you were in made it difficult to tell. Your soft white dress was torn and soiled, the hem and the sleeves stained with earth and blood. Most of your exposed skin was bloodied, your hands coated in the thick red liquid while your bare feet were torn and scabbed. It wasn’t until he’d carried you inside and set you in the tub that he realized he’d definitely seen you before, brushing your hair out of your face as he wiped you clean with a warm cloth.

You were his wife, the Mayor’s son, Bryce Langley. Curtis had seen you a few times when he had to head into town for supplies, always so quiet and stoic as you stood near your husband while he held you possessively. He remembered your discerning gaze, the way he had felt it cut right through him the few times he’d met your eyes.

Even now, with your shallow breathing and the sorry state of your clothes, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of unease at the anticipation of meeting those eyes again. When you dragged them open he froze, pausing his movements and leaving his hand where it had stopped on the slope of your neck while you blinked slowly at him.

“You fainted.” It was the only thing he could think of to say, swallowing thickly and jumping a little when you took the cloth from his hand and started running it over your hands.

“I know.” You finally moved your eyes from his and he blew out a breath, sitting back on his heels as he watched you clean yourself. 

“What are you doing out here?” He averted his eyes when you stood and stripped out of your dress, but not before seeing the bruises and welts that marred your skin.

“Running.” You pulled the shower curtain closed and turned on the water, tossing your bra and panties over the edge like he wasn’t even there. 

“I’ll find you something to wear.” He could finish his interrogation later, gathering up your laundry before closing the door behind him and moving to check the attic for some of his mother’s old clothes.

He managed to find the old box without too much trouble, never having had the heart to go through them since he had moved up here after his father passed. Hopefully they were your size, the only other clothes he had were his flannels and sweaters. You would need something to eat, too, so he headed to his kitchen and pulled out the stew he had made last night, lighting the stove and putting a pot on while you finished showering. 

The savory smell of venison filled the cabin when you walked out of the bathroom, Curtis giving you a soft smile that you didn’t return as you wandered into the kitchen. His mother’s clothes fit you alright, a little tight across the hips but comfortable enough. You took the bowl he offered you with a grunt, sitting down at his table and tucking in without a word as he stared at you curiously.

“What are you running from?” He waited a few minutes before starting his questions again, sitting across from you and watching you closely as you ate your stew.

“Not running from anything.” You shrugged as you sopped up some broth with a slice of bread, giving him that piercing gaze while you answered his questions. “It was just time.” Like that meant anything.

“Uh-huh. Your husband know you’re running?” He avoided your eyes as he looked at the bruises that covered your chest.

“He does now.” You finished your stew and moved your bowl aside, resting your head on your hands and sighing deeply.

“He give you those?” Curtis nodded at the marks, clenching his jaw when he noticed the dark handprint around your arm.

“Some of them.” You seemed utterly unaffected by his questions, finally breaking your gaze away from him so you could examine the interior of the cabin.

“Do you know where you’re heading?” He took your bowl and moved to rinse it off in the sink, keeping one eye on you as you got up to wander around his home.

“The mountain.” 

“Any particular place on the mountain?” The only reply you gave was another shrug, and Curtis chewed his lip as he thought things over.

He was completely perplexed by you. The broken, bloodied woman who’d stumbled on him in the woods seemed completely at odds with how you were acting now, that stoicism he remembered ever present as you took in your surroundings like there was something important you were trying to find. Every time your eyes swept over him he felt the breath fly out of his lungs, that gaze piercing right through him and making him feel totally exposed. But something in him wanted to know you, to find out what drove you and made your mind work, and why someone who seemed as unshakeable as you did ever ended up in that small town.

The rumors had swirled about you ever since you showed up out of nowhere five years ago, especially when you snatched up the mayor’s golden boy almost immediately. Every time Curtis had to go into town he had heard everyone talking about you, their names for you endless: ice queen, demoness, whore. All anyone seemed to know about you was that you never smiled, and that Bryce, the breaker of every heart in town, was obsessed with you. By all accounts the man had been a sweetheart before he met you, maybe a little wild, but no more so than any other young man who was sowing his wild oats. But apparently you brought out his mean streak, turning the town sweetheart into an unrepentant bastard with some sort of black, sex magic, if the town busybodies were to be believed.

Curtis didn’t believe it for a second. He didn’t know what that asshole had done to you, but he wasn’t letting you wander through the mountains to get killed by predators, or your husband and his cruel friends.

“Why don’t you stay?”                          

Even after two weeks, he’d barely broken the surface with you, settling for minimal conversation while he stared at you like you were a safe he could get open if he just tried hard enough. But he was comfortable, your presence in the cabin making it feel like a home for the first time since he’d moved back. You’d been settling in fine, taking over the garden and kitchen and broadening his palate past the overcooked meat he’d been living off of.

There was something… off, about you, though. Sometimes he would look up from a book or from chopping firewood and you’d be staring at the pines, not a muscle in your body twitching until you’d stride into the forest without so much as a word. The first time it happened he’d sprinted after you with a curse, grabbing your wrist and wincing when you’d turned around and hissed at him and he realized what he’d done. But it had been close to dark, and he didn’t want you to get lost out there. He had become accustomed to your presence, so when you were absent it made his skin crawl. 

Eventually he got used to it, though. It had only happened a few times, but you’d disappear for an hour or two and leave him to stare at the trees with worry until you came back. You’d given him the scare of his life the first time you walked back hauling a dead rabbit, leaving him with more questions than answers when you explained that you wanted to make some stew. 

He was captivated by you, even if he couldn’t think of exactly what questions he could ask you that would get you to open up to him. 

Curtis was sleeping on the couch when something roused him, a beam of soft light drifting over his eyes when he heard the latch on the front door give. He opened his eyes and sat up with a start when he saw you standing in the open doorway, the light of the moon illuminating your figure through your thin nightgown and making you look like some sort of ethereal being.

“Y/N, no!” He dove off the couch when you walked into the night, not bothering to pull on shoes or a shirt as he charged after you. “Fuck.”

You were standing in the very center of the empty space between the cabin and the trees, your gaze fixed on the bright, full moon that was at its peak directly above you. Curtis grabbed the gun from beside the front door and ran onto the porch, stopping at the edge of the stairs and freezing before following after you and placing his feet on the cold, hard earth.

“It’s so close up here.” He wasn’t sure if you were talking to him or to yourself, your voice soft with reverie as you closed your eyes and basked in the soft light that filled the clearing. “Like I could reach out and grab it.”

“Honey, there’s wolves out.” His voice sounded desperate to his own ears, his grip on the rifle painfully tight as he gazed pleadingly at you. “Please come back inside.”

“Soon.” You turned to face him and he sucked in a deep breath, the sight of you bathed in moonlight igniting some deep need within him that he fought against with every fiber of his being. “Always need to be outside when it’s at its peak, it feels so good.”

Some wild cry cut through the night air and Curtis flinched, he didn’t want to be out here if some predator decided to get bold and wander out of the cover of the trees. But he couldn’t stop watching you, the way your body swayed with the breeze making him feel something he couldn’t quite place. He wasn’t leaving the porch though.

It was just a few minutes, but it felt like hours with how amped up he was. Then you were striding back into the house, brushing past him and back towards the bedroom without a word as he just stood on the stairs and gaped after you, shuddering when he heard another howl and rushing back inside to try to fall back asleep with no success.

Curtis moved behind you to grab a glass of water, placing a hand on the small of your back to keep you from backing into him and tripping as you sliced the bread that had just come out of the oven. He barely even noticed he’d been giving you those small touches more often, always seeming to have a hand near you as the two of you moved around each other in his small cabin. It made his heart swell whenever your hand would rest over his, but he still fought the urge to pull you closer and pull your secrets from you with a warm embrace.

“It smells good.” He let his hand linger on you for a moment before stepping away, grabbing some plates for the roasted venison you had been working on all day.

“Good. Didn’t want that buck you brought back to go to waste.” You brought the pan out of the oven and placed it on the table, cocking your head at Curtis when he gave you a warm smile. 

He just sighed when you didn’t return it, resigned to the fact that your face never showed any sign of emotion. You brought the bread to the table and sat next to him, buttering a slice for him before serving yourself. 

The both of you settled into comfortable silence as you ate, your knees almost touching as you occasionally glanced at each other. A sudden noise from outside had Curtis standing up in a rush, placing a hand on your shoulder protectively when you turned towards the door.

“Someone’s out there.” He hissed through his teeth when he heard what he thought was drunken shouting, squeezing you once before moving to grab the gun.

“Y/N! I know you’re in there, you fucking bitch!”

“It’s him.” You didn’t sound as if you cared either way about it, wiping your hands on your napkin as you watched Curtis closely.

“Stay inside.” He loaded the shotgun as he moved towards the door, sparing one more glance over his shoulder for you before opening it and heading outside.

“Where’s my fucking wife?” Bryce swayed dangerously when he spotted Curtis, bringing the bottle of bourbon back to his lips and taking a swig before he sneered at the older man.

��Dunno what you’re talking about.” Curtis leaned on the porch railing after descending the steps, keeping a wary eye on the intruder as he carefully blocked the entrance to the cabin with his body.

“No? Because Martha mentioned she saw you picking up some women’s sweaters last time you were in town.” Curtis heard a sound from behind him and cursed when Bryce grinned wickedly. “And that looks an awful lot like the slut who ran out on me.”

You were standing in the doorway and staring at Bryce with cold eyes, crossing your arms as he leered at you with an air of possession.

“She’s not going with you.” Curtis waited for you to say something, but you were silent. 

“Yes she fucking is. What are you gonna do, shoot me?” He took a step forward but froze when Curtis pumped the shotgun, turning his drunken stare back to the man with the rifle and laughing at him. “Oh shit, she already got to you, huh? You got a taste of that sweet cunt and now you’ll do anything to hold onto it. Don’t think you have the constitution to keep her in check though, Everett, she needs a strong hand. Otherwise she’ll steal your fucking soul with that snatch. Maybe I’ll let you borrow her occasionally once she’s back home where she belongs, but she is coming with me.”

“She’s not.” Curtis could feel your gaze boring into the man over his shoulder, hefting the gun and shaking his head when he started to move closer. “You take another step and I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

“Come on, she’s my wife.” Bryce snarled when he stopped moving again. “I’ll share you with her right now if you just get the fuck out of my way.”

“That’s enough.” Curtis couldn’t stand to listen to him talking about you like that anymore, striding away from the house and shoving the drunkard away from him when he got close. “Get off my fucking land, forget about your wife, and next time you get drunk and feel like you need some sort of release or like you should try to start something, get in a damn bar brawl or find a fucking hooker.”

“She’s mine.” Bryce whipped around to growl at Curtis after stumbling backwards, wiping his mouth on his hand and spitting off to the side. “She’ll always be mine, you can’t have her.”

“I don’t have her.” Curtis glanced at you over his shoulder, his chest aching a little when you gave him one of your curious stares. “She belongs to no one. Now go home.”

He didn’t even bother to look and see if the bastard was listening to him, hearing the scuffs of his shoes as he limped back down the trail and cursed to himself. Curtis only had eyes for you, moving slowly back to the house as you gazed at him impassively. 

“He’ll come back.” Your voice was flat when you spoke to him, letting him stand close when he reached where you were waiting for him. 

“I can handle him.” He brushed his hand over your arm and sighed softly when you moved away. “You can stay as long as you need. This is your home now.”

You just nodded at him, moving to clean up the leftovers from your dinner as he set the gun back down beside the door.

After helping you clean up, and once his adrenaline had finally gone down from the fight, he let himself give in to his exhaustion. He barely even noticed you moving back towards the bedroom, murmuring a soft good night to you before sleep pulled him under.

Whatever woke him a few hours later, he wasn’t sure, but panic flooded his system when he opened his eyes to see the front door standing open again. You hadn’t ventured out at night since the full moon, sleeping like the dead most nights. But he knew there was something out there that drew you like a magnet, catching you staring off into the trees more than once when you would sometimes stand on the porch together while the sun set.

The moon was new now, though, the only light coming from the distant stars and making the air between the trees nothing but an endless pool of blackness.

Curtis didn’t even grab the gun this time, sprinting out the front door and gasping sharply when he found you standing right on the edge of the pines.

“Y/N, don’t do this!” Even with the threat of you walking into the dark imminent, he still couldn’t push past that survival instinct that told him to never leave the house after sundown. “I’ll stop him if he comes back, you don’t ever have to go back with him. Honey, I’m begging you.”

You gave him that inquisitive stare when you turned around, cocking your head in that way that made it seem like you were trying to think of the best way to take him apart. He could feel his chest tightening when you didn’t move, the panic in his veins making it seem like the darkness was reaching out of the trees to pull you in.

“I have to go, Curtis.” Your voice gave him nothing, like ice water washing over him as he felt his throat catch. “It’ll be ok. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

“Sweetheart, no, just come back inside.” He heard a howl from deep in the woods and his voice broke, his body trembling as he tried to will himself to leave the steps and reached towards you. “Just, sleep here, we can leave together in the morning, wherever you want.”

“I don’t want to leave, Curtis.” You shook your head as if you were explaining the situation to a small child, and though you were far away, he thought he saw a form of sadness seep through your gaze. “But I have to go.”

Curtis sobbed when you stepped into the pines, only moving a few feet before the blackness swallowed you whole. He ran back inside and grabbed the shotgun and a flashlight, sucking down a deep breath once he was back outside before diving off the porch like he was plunging into icy water. The night was already so cold, and they were only getting colder, letting you wander out there in nothing but your thin cotton nightgown meant your death, if the predators waiting out there didn’t get you first. Even with that knowledge, he froze at the edge of the trees, his breathing ragged as he shined the light into the darkness, fear raging through his veins as he watched the beam stop an alarmingly short distance away. 

“Y/N!” He sank to his knees as he screamed after you, dropping the gun and the torch and burying his face in his hands as he choked on his fear. “Fuck!”

He stayed there all night, staring at the spot he’d lost sight of you as his breath sawed through his chest until he was hoarse. The sun seemed to sneak up on him, light gradually creeping back into the world until he was blinking against the sudden glare. As soon as he realized the sun was up, he grabbed the gun and charged into the trees, abandoning all his normal, careful strategy for searching and just sprinting blindly in the direction you had gone. 

It was impossible to know how long he ran for, screaming your name as he carelessly stormed through the woods, not sparing a care for the branches that whipped against his face and bare chest as he searched for you. But it was hopeless. He ran to the point of almost collapsing before he stopped, his eyes red and raw from tears he didn’t even realize he’d been shedding when he finally turned around to head back to the cabin.

He had half hoped to find you there waiting for him, but all he found was an open door and an empty home. His chest felt hollow when he sagged onto the front steps, staring into the forest as he waited for you to come back to him.

But you didn’t that day, or that night. Curtis never moved from where he was waiting for three days, staring at the trees like they held the key to his survival.

He had almost lost hope when the middle of the third night came, his eyes starting to drift closed after having not slept for that whole time. Then something moved at the edge of the clearing and his heart stopped.

You were wet like you had just risen from the lake, your nightgown clinging to your damp skin as you strode out of the darkness like you had never left. Curtis rose to his feet when he realized it was you, his legs almost giving out after not moving for so long. Cold had seeped into his bones from the autumn chill, and the current temperature was dropping dangerously low. But he couldn’t bring himself to care, staggering towards you and gazing at you in disbelief as you walked towards him. As soon as he was near you he reached out and ran his fingers over the bare skin of your shoulder, a shudder traveling through him when he didn’t find you freezing as he had expected, but warm and soft and smelling of fallen leaves and turned earth.

“I told you I would be back, Curtis.” You cocked your head in that same way, gazing into his eyes and studying him as he let out a shaky breath. “You should have slept.”

“You scared me so bad.” His voice was nothing but a low rasp after his vigil, losing himself in your eyes as he took a deep breath for the first time in days. “I can’t sleep when you’re not here.”

“Promise me you’ll try.” You gripped his hand and he sighed, letting you lead him back to the house as he felt all the lingering tension seep out of his body.

“Are you leaving again?” He squeezed your hand when he felt his chest grow tight, not able to handle the thought of you wandering back out into the woods again.

“Let’s not talk about this now, you need to rest.” You led him back towards the bedroom after closing the front door, tugging on his arm when he tried to stop at the couch.

“No, Y/N, you need the bed more than me.” His arguments sounded hollow to his own ears, letting you pull him after you in spite of his protests.

“That door has been open for three days, it’s freezing in here.” Your voice was matter of fact, arriving at the bedroom and releasing him to pull the covers back and climb in, motioning for him to join you. “We both need the bed.”

“I don’t…”

“Curtis, sleep.” There was something about the way you muttered that simple word that had him immediately bending to your will, crawling into the bed and sighing when you pulled his body close.

As soon as his arms wrapped around you, all of the lingering chill left his body, warmth flooding his veins as he curled into your chest. It didn’t make sense, you’d been outdoors just as long as he had, but you were radiating heat that seeped into his bones until he felt complete exhaustion pull him under.

Two and a half months later and he had gotten more used to your strange behavior. You always spent at least a few minutes out in the clearing when the moon was full, and when it was new you left until it was a sliver of light again.

As much as it pained him when you were gone, you always came back to him, wet and clean and warm as you led him back to the bed and let him hold you. He’d finally accepted that you wanted him in the bed with you, though he still had yet to move past anything except holding you close as he slept deeply. But that was all he needed.

At least that’s what he told himself, ignoring the way his body ached when he woke in the morning with your body tucked into his. He couldn’t bring himself to go any further, not knowing if it was the thought of your husband or everything you had been through, but he knew he wasn’t going to take what he needed from you, no matter how much he wanted it.

Your husband was always in the back of his mind, the thought of him like a ghost between you as Curtis worried about him coming back. He had been surprised when he hadn’t seen Bryce the last time he traveled into town to stock up for the coming winter, but the stares and whispers he received from the townsfolk let him know the man had been raving about the mountain hermit who’d stolen his wife. He’d half expected to come back and find you gone after that trip, worried that the bastard had just been waiting for Curtis to leave you alone so he could take you back. But you were still there, lighting a fire on the hearth and staring back at Curtis when he walked through the door and gave you a relieved smile. He didn’t know what he would do if something happened to you while he was gone.

The moon was full again, so when he woke to an empty bed, he wasn’t surprised. He could hear the wind howling outside as it whipped through the trees, rising slowly on tired legs to wander outside, something about the thought of you standing under the bright moon and screaming wind calling to him.

You had left the door open as you always did, the wind making it knock against the frame as he walked warily into the night. His eyes found you immediately, the sight of you standing in the middle of the clearing stealing all the breath from his lungs.

The cold wind whipped through your nightgown and tangled it around your limbs as you stared at the sky in rapture, bathed in the silvery light of the moon like some kind of goddess. You were facing the house but you didn’t see him, your eyes half closed as you breathed deeply of the pine scented air.

Something must have alerted you to his presence, maybe his soft whisper of your name as he gazed at you, but your gaze snapped to him and made his heart stop. He had never seen something so close to emotion on your face, your eyes wild and darkened with some primal need when you reached your hand out for him.

“It’s time Curtis.” He wasn’t sure how he could possibly hear your soft murmur over the shrieking wind, but it was like you were standing right in front of him, your head rolling on your shoulders as you beckoned for him to come closer.

“Time?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he watched you, feeling a pull in his chest to run towards you but staying rooted to the spot he was standing.

“Yes.” You grabbed the flailing hem of your nightgown and ripped it over your head, letting the wind carry it away from you carelessly and moaning as the icy cold spread over your heated skin. “Come to me.”

Something in him snapped when there was a sudden change in the air, his nostrils flaring when some sweet, musky scent that he knew was you filled his lungs, like he was already buried in the soft, wet heat between your legs that he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Before he knew it he was sprinting off the porch, growling from deep in his chest as he drew closer to you. 

The wind grew even more wild when he reached you, swirling around the two of you as he wrapped you in his arms and devoured your mouth with his own. He poured everything into the kiss, or you drew everything from him, his fear, his need, all of the pain he’d buried deep until you were completely overwhelming his senses. You pulled him to the ground with you, tangling your limbs together as he kept his mouth molded to yours desperately and let you pull his sweats down his thighs just enough for him to spring free. He whined into your mouth when you wrapped your hand around his cock, pressing his whole body against yours as you wound your legs around his hips.

As soon as he slid inside you, everything went still. The wind stopped completely like the world was holding its breath, your own bodies fitting together perfectly as you adjusted to each other. Curtis lost himself in your lust darkened eyes, sighing deeply before pressing his lips to yours again as his arms tightened around you.

When he started rocking his hips into you the wind picked up again, softly rustling the pines as you arched yourself into him. He purred at the feel of your soft walls clenching around him, his thrusts picking up when you traced his lips with your tongue.

You let your eyes flutter closed when he found that perfect, deep spot, brushing your palms over his closely shorn hair as you buried your face in his neck. Curtis screwed his eyes closed when you nipped at his throat, panting with need as he chased the feeling of your body drawing his pleasure from him.

He drove into you hard and you flung your arms wide, digging your fingers into the earth and shrieking wildly as your body released around him. Every muscle vibrated with the force of it, your warm core drawing him deeper as his hips lost all semblance of rhythm at the feel of your velvety walls quivering around him.

Curtis was rabid with desire, finally being able to feel your wet heat wrapped around him reminding him of just how much he’d been fighting the fact that he needed you. Your teeth scraped over his pulse and it made him whine, his hands moving down your body until they were digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he yanked you down to meet each vicious plunge.

Everything about you was so fucking warm, the icy wind completely forgotten even as it curled around your bodies and tried to pull you apart. But Curtis wasn’t letting you go, not ever, letting the heat that was radiating from you pull him in and spread through his bones while he drove into you with abandon. 

You moaned when he hit that spot again, your body arching into his when he moved his face back to yours and shoved his tongue down your throat. He could feel his own end looming when you gripped his biceps painfully, digging your nails into his flesh as you wordlessly commanded him to give you everything. And he did, pulling his head back and roaring into the night air as he flooded you with his seed, his hips still slowly pumping into you as your weeping channel drew him in as deep as possible.

Curtis collapsed on top of you once he was spent, sighing against your throat when you curled your limbs around his body with a contented purr. You bit at the shell of his ear and ran your hands over his shoulders as he breathed deeply, holding him close so he was still seated deep within you as he started to grow hard again.

“Take me inside, Curtis.” Your eyes were still wild when he moved to rest his forehead against yours, even though your face was void of all feeling. “I need more.”

Four months went by and Curtis had never been happier. After that night in the wind and the moonlight, you’d stopped wandering into the woods when the moon was new, content to stay in your shared bed with Curtis’s arms wrapped around you as your belly swelled and your breasts grew fuller. You still had him take you outside when the full moon filled the sky, ignoring the frozen ground and accumulating snow as you ordered him to fill you and thawed the ground with the heat of your coupling.

He could never say no to you. Not that you ever asked or actually ordered him, just gave him a look and softly murmured his name and he just knew. But he had never felt more alive than when he was inside you, the feeling of your wet, soft, warm channel fluttering around him while he wrapped his lips around the warm flesh of your breast and tasted the firm peak of your nipple making him absolutely feral. 

Even though you still wouldn’t grace him with a smile or other sign of outward emotion, he’d started to notice the small signs of what you were feeling. It was all in your eyes, the way they would tighten at the corners when you were enjoying a meal or one of the few books he had, when they narrowed when you were in pain or mildly annoyed, and his favorite, the way they went wide and bright before fluttering closed in bliss when you came apart underneath him. 

Right now they were drooping at half mast as you readied yourself for bed, sighing softly when Curtis rested his hand on your waist as he moved behind you to climb under the covers. You slid in after him once you had finished, letting him pull you tight against his chest and rest his hand over the swell of your womb as he breathed in your scent and nuzzled into your hair. He never slept better than when he was curled around you, the warmth that radiated from you pulling all the tension from his body and helping the heavy pull of sleep drag him under.

Curtis fell asleep thinking about building a crib, considering how he’d have to clear out the spare room so he could turn it into a nursery. He’d make you a rocking chair too, just one of the pines that grew around the cabin could probably furnish the whole room. He hummed happily as he drifted under, feeling your breathing grow deeper as your own exhaustion took over your system.

The sound of crazed laughter and whooping from outside the cabin jolted him from sleep an uncertain amount of time later, the warm, red glow of a fire seeping through the windows and making him rise out of the bed with a start.

“He’s back.” Your voice was empty when you rolled to look at Curtis, letting your hand rest on your stomach as you gazed at him with nothing but mild concern.

“Stay inside.” He grabbed your hand and curled over you, resting his forehead against yours as he pressed your palm to his chest and pleaded with you. “Baby, promise me, do not leave this house unless I tell you to run.”

You nodded simply and let him go, watching him in silence as he strode to the front door and grabbed the shotgun. He cursed when he opened the door and saw the fire burning through the trees, running down the stairs and shooting his eyes around the clearing to try to find the man who had been plaguing his thoughts.

The same time he spotted the bastard standing at the head of the trail, the handle of the axe caught him in the temple, sending him sprawling as the gun flew out of his hands. A foot caught him in the ribs when he tried to rise to his feet, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth as his unseen attackers kept raining blows on him.

“That’s enough.” Bryce’s eyes were crazed as he sauntered forward, an evil grin splitting his face while he watched Curtis roll over and try to crawl back towards the house. “Hope you don’t mind, brought some friends after the less than warm welcome I received last time. Get him up.”

As soon as the goons drew Curtis to his knees, Bryce’s fist was smashing into his jaw, whipping his head to the side as he felt his teeth cut the inside of his cheek and coughed against what were sure to be some cracked ribs.

“Where’s my fucking wife?” Your husband’s voice was a feral hiss as he bent forward to look into Curtis’s eyes, spit flying from between his lips and hitting the older man in the cheek as he snarled at him and hefted the half empty bottle of whiskey. “Huh? She in there?”

“Fuck you.” Curtis gurgled when he spat at the asshole, rolling his head on his shoulders and grunting in pain when when Bryce’s fist landed against his chest.

“No, I think I’m gonna fuck her.” He dropped a handkerchief into the bottle of whiskey and pulled out his lighter, grinning when Curtis started fighting against his captors and muttering useless threats. “I’m gonna burn her out of there then fuck her in front of you like the bitch she is until she bleeds, because she’s mine.”

He watched Bryce light the bottle and tried to shout for you to run, his broken voice muffled when one of the goons holding him clapped a hand over his mouth. Curtis screamed when Bryce threw the flaming bottle through one of the windows, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he thrashed wildly in an attempt to break free and run to save you. It didn’t matter, though, the house went up like a tinderbox and all he could do was watch.

“Oh shit, look at that.” Bryce laughed wildly as he watched the cabin burn, turning to look at Curtis and grinning even wider at the look of pure despair on his face. “That thing went up insanely fast. Oh well, that look on your stupid fucking face almost makes killing that cunt worth it.”

“Bryce.”

Curtis sobbed when he saw you standing in the doorway, the fire’s glow making you look untamed and wild as the hot air pulled at your hair and the edge of your nightgown. You only spared him a passing glance before you strode through the flames and walked towards your husband, the flames licking at your limbs before  snapping back to consume the walls of the cabin.

“Hey there, honey.” Bryce breathed deeply when he set eyes on you, nostrils flaring as you moved closer and his eyes raked over your body. “I’ve missed you. It’s time for you to come home.”

“Of course Bryce.” Your voice was completely flat and emotionless, stopping in front of your husband and giving him a dead stare. 

“You cold bitch, not even gonna ask me to spare your new man, are you?” He chuckled darkly before his gaze fell to your stomach, the smile freezing on his face as he took in the soft, rounded swell of your growing womb. “What the fuck is this?”

“Don’t fucking touch her, or I’ll kill you.” Curtis snarled when Bryce reached towards your belly, his eyes trained on your face as his heart broke at the sight of your cold expression. “Baby, why didn’t you run?”

“I told you, Curtis.” You shrugged at him as Bryce stepped closer, ignoring your husband’s enraged growl as you gazed into Curtis’s eyes. “I don’t run from anything.”

“You let this fucker knock you up?” Bryce slapped your face when you didn’t turn your attention back to him fast enough, wrapping his hand around your throat and yanking you forward so he could drag his nose over your cheek. “I’m gonna take that axe and slice his fucking whelp out of you before I fuck you at his feet then take his head off.”

“Whatever you want Bryce.” Curtis was sobbing miserably at Bryce’s threats, sagging in his captors’ grip and gazing at you pleadingly as you let him cut off your air. “I’m yours.”

“That’s fucking right, you are.” Bryce rested his forehead against yours and grinning wickedly. “All mine. Told you she needed a strong hand, Everett, bet you’ve been coddling her. Now watch close while I break this bitch back in.”

Curtis choked on his last shred of anguish when you let Bryce smash his lips against yours, his hands digging cruelly into your full breasts before he started hiking up the edge of your nightgown. He wanted to tear his eyes away, but he couldn’t, watching dumbly as you accepted your husband’s possessive groping with a stiff posture.

None of them saw the knife.

One moment Bryce was biting at your lips and undoing his fly, the next he was grabbing his neck with a strangled whine, blood bubbling between his lips as he stared at you in disbelief. Your face never changed, nothing but an icy stare as you sawed through sinew and muscle until you hit bone while his blood sprayed all over you. 

He dropped to your feet once you were finished, one final gurgle of breath leaving his body before he was nothing but an empty pile of meat. You were soaked in his blood when you turned back towards Curtis and his captors, cocking your head at the two men holding him who were staring at you with abject horror before tilting your head to gaze at Curtis. He was still crying, his breath ragged and hoarse as his eyes met yours with an air of reverence and desperation.

You smiled at him then, the fire glittering off the blood that covered your face as true warmth spread over your features for the first time since he’d known you.

It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, all the misery he’d felt since he’d woken up gone in an instant as you reached for him.

The two men who were holding him let go with muttered curses, turning to run back down the path and escape the terrifying vision of you smiling at the man who was kneeling at your feet. He didn’t stay there for long, though, grabbing the axe and charging after your husband’s goons. You were still smiling as you watched him catch up to them, your hand resting on the soft swell of your stomach as a chorus of screams filled the night.

Curtis was covered in blood too by the time he started walking back to you, tossing the axe aside when you dropped your knife and growling when he broke into a run. You were running too, the two of you meeting in the center of the clearing in a tangle of limbs as you smashed your lips together with a medley of groans.

He pulled you to the ground with him as he yanked his sleep pants down his legs, kneeling underneath you and dragging your nightgown up around your hips so he could slide his aching cock inside your warm and welcoming core. You groaned against his lips when he was fully seated in you, his hips driving up into you immediately as his arms held you close.

“Mine.” You purred into his mouth as he ground against you, rolling your body against his while he framed your waist with his hands. “Tell me.”

“Yours, just yours.” He could feel you drawing closer, losing himself in your eyes and wanting nothing more than to give you everything. 

You smiled at him again and he felt his heart swell, groaning when you wrapped your arms around his neck and cried softly into his mouth when you came apart around him. He groaned when he followed you, pulling you as close as he could when his hips stuttered and he filled with with his spend, the warm and fertile walls of your womb drawing him deep as you fluttered and clenched around his aching cock.

“My love, my heart.” You kissed the tears that still stained his cheeks as you gazed at him, lapping the blood from his skin and returning his soft smile as his arms curled around you. “I’m staying.”

He pressed his lips to yours as he relaxed, ignoring the rain that was starting to fall as the fire continued to flicker and roar around the two of you. He would be able to rebuild, as long as you were with him he would do anything to see that smile again.

[sinsofbeauty]

Blood on Metal

Pairing: Revenant x Fem! Reader

Requested: Nope :)

Warnings: Nsfw language, Profanity

A/n: A little short I thought of :D

Overview: Y/n has a little encounter with the simulacrum she made a bet with

“Lookie here.”

You just finished healing with your phoenix kit, when you felt the barrel of a gun collide gently on the side of your head. Staying calm, you showed no sign of fear, even though you were absolutely terrified. Not terrified of the simulacrum who chuckled menacingly, no, it was another type of fear that ran through your spine. It wasn’t long before your eyes looked at the gun that was aimed point blank at a weak spot. Kraber, shit. He had the upper hand. An empty phoenix kit in hand with no guns equipped, as well as being crouched behind a couple of rocks on a dead part of Storm Point, he would definitely shoot you without hesitation if you made a move. Not even a third party would help you at this point, despite you getting away from the squad that you were just fighting by yourself. Though you had noticed he was all alone, no one to back him up or defend him. He was a cocky mother fucker that’s for sure, but even then, he probably knew you were alone too.

Your e/c orbs moved to see if you had an opportunity to try and make a move, but nothing seemed to come in aid. There was no way he was killing you here, vulnerable with no chance at a fight. As if your only hope was to try and whack him with the drained phoenix in hand. Yikes. That would not turn out good at all. You didn’t even have a chance to think of anything else due to the fact you felt his gun be removed from your temple. It made you softly hum in confusion, and soon stare at the sim who had dropped the large sniper rifle on the muddy ground.

“You really think I’d want to win this bet without a fight little girl? Come on now, that would be too easy~.” He purred as you stood up on defense mode.

“You’re not winning, I can beat you with no weapons.” You said, tossing the phoenix kit on the ground aggressively.

“Is that a challenge?” Revenant growled.

It took you by surprise when the bot lunged at you, making you gasp as he grabbed you by your throat and took you to the ground. He was now on top of you, practically in a straddle while you tried to wiggle out of his deathly grip. It made you whimper due to the chill of Revenant’s long mechanical fingers along your neck, him squeezing it as a warning.

“Look at you, I can crush your neck with one simple motion if I wanted to.” Revenant’s orange optics glared down at your helpless figure. “Gonna submit to me like you did last night? When my fingers fucked you so hard you were squirming like a little bitch?”

You could feel his other hand gliding down your waist, making you shiver and writhe beneath him. He couldn’t help but lean closer to you and take in the expression on your face. “In your wildest dreams.” You said, which only riled him up even further. “If that’s as much you could do then I’m sure you’ll have more in store. So win, win that stupid bet we made last night, it’ll only show me you’re mouth is bigger than that fake dick you have under that loin cloth.”

All you could feel was your neck being released, and you being hoisted up under Revenant’s arm. He walked over to his Kraber and picked that up, before beginning to walk in the other direction of some of your discarded items.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?! Put me down I’m not a piece of luggage you stupid fucking-”

“I’ll give you something to cry about you stubborn little shit,” Revenant spoke with pure lust and obvious annoyance. “Don’t expect to be handled with care. Besides, after what you said I hope you don’t mind a little, blood on metal.”

Let’s just say you both had a love-hate relationship, and this time there was gonna be a little bit more than love to that hate.

[apricotgojo]

felix and luka ( separately ) with a fem! s/o who has that pastely soft aesthetic and has the matching personality to go with it ! ( naive , kind , caring etc etc ) but can get very very bitchy when angry!

 HELLO! I’m super sorry about the wait but here it is hehe <3 i tried to make it as accurate as possible so i hope you like it ! 

Pairings: Luka Couffaine X Reader , Felix Graham De Vanily X Reader.

Warnings: swearing! 

Felix

 Felix Graham de Vanily has never imagined the day when he would be actually in love - but it actually happened and he wasn’t even prepared for it.

Needless to say, it hit him like a truck and sent him to heaven.

This was his heaven, being on a big bed with you and playing with your hair while you watched your favourite show on Netflix.

“I told you he was going to be the bad guy! I knew it all along!” You exclaimed and jumped up, startling him but ultimately, making him smile.

“It was quite obvious my love.” He chuckles and you pout, crossing your arms while you plop back down next to him.

“But he was my favourite character Felix! And he’s probably going to die now too.” You look up at him and he can’t help but smile at your adorable, pouting face.

He cups your face in his hands and you instantly smile when you see his smile. It was contagious. He rarely smiled so you just feel so much joy bubbling inside of you when the blond smiled at you and you couldn’t help it.

He quickly kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle before crawling on his lap, peppering his face with kisses and completely ignoring the show you were watching.

The room was filled with little kissing noises and giggles coming from both of you.

His hand moves from your waist to your thighs, caressing the fabric of the white thigh high socks you were wearing beneath your pink tennis skirt.

His touch comforted you and you close your eyes, resting your forehead on his and humming gently.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers out of the blue and you gently open your eyes, staring right into his.

A blush creeps on your cheeks and you part your lips, inching closer to his face to kiss him.

A thought bursts through your head move your lips could touch and you smile brightly.

“Can we go feed the ducks again?” You ask him, your eyes bright and excited at the memory of the last time you went with him.

He took you to the park last time and you fed the ducks together because it was something he enjoyed doing as a child with his nanny. You didn’t know that such a simple activity could bring him so much joy and you were looking forward to the next time you two did it.

His face lights up and he nods, “Of course darling.” He replies and you excitedly hop off of his lap. “Wait you meant right now?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were already lacing up your boots so you look at him over your shoulder and pout. “Yes?” You question.

“I thought we were going to..you know..” He looks away sheepishly.

You smirk at him. “Don’t worry Felix, you can have me all to yourself later, I promise.” You say and finish with a wink.

He nods and blushes, letting out a small chuckle.

You finish up putting on your boots and wait for him to get ready before the two of you head out of his house hand in hand.

You two walk through the park, his hand in one of your hands and in the other hand you held a small paper bag full of bread for the ducks.

Children were playing all over the park and people were chatting around you. It was nice to get out of the house with him sometimes, even if he does prefer staying at home.

“Oh look it’s Felix.” A male voice said which was followed by laughter.

You feel Felix tense up and he freezes.

You were quite confused as to what was happening so you decide to turn around and see two guys around the same age as Felix and you.

“Please ignore them my love, let’s go.” He whispers to you and you furrow your eyebrows at them before nodding to Felix.

“I see you got yourself a little girlfriend.” They speak again and you can hear their footsteps behind you. “You’re making a big mistake dating that little pansy babe, come with us and we’ll show you what a real man is like.”

You were livid.

You couldn’t control yourself so you turn around, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand.

“A real man huh?” You say and cross your arms over your chest, walking up to them. “I’d rather die than date one of you hideous mother fuckers.”

They were taken aback, wide eyed, probably not expecting you to talk back.

“Felix is more of a man than you ever will be.” You stare right into the bully’s eyes. “When was the last time you ever got some huh?” your lips curl into a smirk.

“I-i…uhm, well..” he stutters and the other nudges him, mouthing something.

“That’s what I thought.” You say and turn around. “Don’t ever come for my boyfriend again.” You state and grab felix’s hand, looking up at him.

His face was beet red, his eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but grab the back of his head and kiss him right then and there.

He smiles against your lips and you pull away before the two of you walk away from them.

“That was..” He clears his throat. “hot.” He blurts out.

You cover your mouth with your hand and giggle.

The two of you continue your day near the lake, laughing and throwing bread for the ducks to eat.

He made you feel safe and now you were at peace knowing you did the same to him too.

 Luka

 You’ve been waiting for this night for a long time.

Your boyfriend’s first opening gig with his band.

It wasn’t something grand and big – I mean, it was just a small pub downtown but you knew this was a big night for him and so it turned out to be a big night for you too.

You were ready to show him all your support and love, wearing your favourite flowy dress and his lucky guitar pick hanging on a silver chain around your neck.

Your friend Marinette was by your side, she even designed the costumes for everyone so both of you were super psyched for what was happening.

You made your way to the back stage and saw your boyfriend, Luka, sitting down on a chair and tuning his guitar, nodding his head to the beat.

“Luka..” You whisper and tap his shoulder.

He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smile instantly making it’s way on his face.

“There’s my favourite girl.” He says and gets up, hugging you tightly while you giggle. “I’m so glad you could make it.” He says quietly.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You say and kiss him on the cheek.

He kisses you on the forehead and pulls away from the hug, wrapping an arm around your neck.

“Hey Marinette.” He says and smiles at her.

The bluenette grins at the two of you. “Are you excited?” She asks.

“More like nervous.” Luka replies and let’s out a heavy breath. “I’m not usually this nervous but damn, I can’t believe we finally got a gig.”

You look up at your boyfriend with adoring eyes. “Don’t be nervous Luka, I know it’s going to go great.” You reassure him and he smiles down at you, nodding.

Luka is a really calm person so seeing him nervous means that this really means a lot to him. He has been practicing for weeks and you couldn’t be more proud of how far he’s come.

You gasp at the sudden realisation of something and move away from his grasp, rummaging through your little back pack.

“A-ha!” You say and pull out a blue bracelet that you made yourself.

You look up at Luka and smile before handing it to him.

“I made this for you and I want you to wear it tonight for goodluck.” You say, your cheeks heating up when you look at him as he stares at the bracelet you made. “Since you gave me your lucky guitar pick for me to wear, I thought I should give you some luck of my own.” You look down at your shoes sheepishly.

“You’re an absolute angel, have I ever told you that?” He says and grabs your hand, making you look up at him.

You glance down at his wrist and see that he already put on the bracelet.

You get on your tip toes and give him a small kiss on the lips.

“Thank you.” He whispers and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Guys get ready in 5” Someone says from the curtains and Luka instantly stiffens up.

You give him one last kiss on the cheek before walking next to Marinette.

“Goodluck.” You say and give him a reassuring smile as you wave at him.

He nods at you and runs a hand through is hair before grabbing his guitar.

You and Marinette leave back stage and make your way to your seats.

The pub was small so it easily got crowded with people.

You sigh and play with your hair. “I’m so nervous for Luka, Mari.” You tell Marinette.

She rubs your shoulder to calm you down and shakes her head.

“He’s going to do just fine girl, you’ll see.” She says and gives you a bright smile which comforted you.

The background music playing in the pub fades away and the lights start to dim.

“La bulle proudly presents, Kitty Section!” A voice says over the speakers and whistles and claps fill the room.

The curtains open and it reveals the band in their designated places.

You glance at Luka and smile at him before the music starts.

Rose was in front, singing her heart out to their original song and Luka was behind her, nodding his head as he played the guitar with passion.

You admired him and his talents, he used to write and sing so many songs for you, little did you know that one day he would actually be performing in front of a real audience.

Luka was vocalising to the chorus with rose and his eyes suddenly find yours.

He looked amazing.

The clothes that Marinette styled them with, his skin glistening under the lights and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.

You bit your lip as you kept looking at him. He was so into the song, so immersed in everything and it was so fucking hot to you.

He noticed this and his lips curled into a small smirk.

“Wow.” You breathed out quietly.

Marinette was beaming at the band and clapping. “I know right!” She laughs happily.

You grinned and sat up as they ended and clapped.

The whole pub was clapping for your boyfriends band and you were so happy for them.

Everyone was walking to talk to them of greet them and all you had on your mind was Luka, you just wanted to hug him and congratulate him and maybe even make out with him in the bathroom.

“Excuse me.” You mutter as you try to make way towards him.

Your eye catches a blonde girl in front of him, talking to him and laughing.

You freeze and something bubbles inside of you.

Jealousy?

You weren’t the type to be jealous but you couldn’t help the feeling.

You decided not to think much of it and gulped, continuing to make your way toward them.

“Can you like, sign my boobs?” You hear her say and giggle.

“Pardon?” Luka blurts out, looking at her with wide eyes.

Nope. That was it.

You quickly move between the last few people and walk up to them.

The girl started to unbutton her shirt and you furrowed your eyebrows.

Before anything else could happen you made your way to Luka and grabbed his shirt, kissing him.

The girl stopped her movements but held her hand on the buttons of her shirt.

You pull away from Luka and watch him as he blinks a few times, dazed as to what just happened.

“go show your boobs to someone else you skank.” You spit out, narrowing your eyes at her.

She scoffs at you and flips her hair before walking away from you guys.

You clench your jaw and Luka grabs your hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luka says and you huff.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You look away from him and frown.

“You know, I wasn’t going to sign her boobs.” He says and shrugs.

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Yeah.” You murmur.

“Didn’t know you could be so jealous.” He says in a teasing voice.

It was your turn to scoff and you look at him. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Uh-huh.” He says and you stare into his eyes for a moment.

He was smirking at you, so calm, while you were red and angry inside at the thought of some bitch showing her boobs to your boyfriend.

Next thing you knew though, you were sitting on the sink of the pubs bathroom, making out with your boyfriend.

[nightwishesworld]

Do u think Alcina would get jealous if there partner had a favourite plushie to the point she considers it competition, the only thing stoping her getting rid of it is her partner being upset 

Umm, we are talking about the same vampire, right??? Of course, she would! You guys have the best friggin ideas I swear! This was such a fun write

p/n = plush name

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Alcina Dimitrescu is not a jealous woman. 

She is the epitome of beauty and elegance, leaving no room for emotions such as jealousy to squander it. 

Yeah...right. That’s what she tells herself at least. 

To her credit though, Alcina is pretty good at keeping herself in check. Only lashing out, or asserting her dominance, as you call it, when absolutely necessary. The butcher’s son, for instance, got a taste of her rage when she caught him ogling your body like a piece of prime meat. He almost had his tongue cut out right then and there.

Alcina doesn’t do well with competition, and even though you’ve told her several times that there is no competition, she decides to weed them out herself. Can’t get jealous if there are no competitors, right?

Her jealousy doesn’t last long, she claims her spotlight one way or another. There is, however, one creature Alcina is unable to rid herself of. One that resides in her very castle. The closest any little rat has ever come to stealing her beloved y/n.

Even after long grueling days of wasting her time cleaning up Heisenberg’s messes and getting an ear full from Mother Miranda, all Alcina longs for is to crawl into bed and wrap herself in your arms. Tonight it seems the gods are frowning upon her because they have already stolen her place. She rolls her eyes at what should have been a cute display, had it been her, and instead moves to the vanity to start taking her makeup off.

Wiping away the stresses of the day helped lighten Alcina’s mood a bit. It was always such a relief to take her makeup off, knowing the day has finally ended and she can relax.

Making her way to the bed Alcina trips over the small wastebasket and curses herself for making you stir from your sleep.

“Alci, you ok?”

You sit up in bed, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself, but still keep an arm wrapped around your smaller companion. 

“Yes, I’m fine darling I-” Alcina stopped. “You know what? No. I am the Lady of this castle and I say p/n needs to leave our bed.”

“P/n is always allowed in bed!”

Alcina was too tired to start a proper argument and decides to simply give in. She refuses to hold you while that stupid plushy is sandwiched between you, effectively cock-blocking her. Its eyes mock her as it watches her toss and turn tirelessly. Alcina was not accustomed to sleeping “by herself.” The vampire felt uncomfortably bare without your body directly in contact with hers, but not bare enough to reconsider cuddling you and the plushy. Alcina is far too stubborn for that and simply chucking it to its rightful place on the floor would only upset y/n. No matter how much she loathes that plushy, she still does not want to upset you.

A smugness flashed across its cold dead eyes as it stared at her, clearly proud of its victory. Alcina only growled in response, baring her teeth like a territorial animal.

“You win this round, fucker.”

The next day was no different from any other. Alcina was kept busy with her daughters causing mayhem around the castle and paperwork needing to be done for some sort of ceremony. Naturally, when she does give herself a break, she chooses to spend it with you. This is how you ended up sitting here next to the fire, plushy at your side and Alcina by her lonesome across from you. 

“Ooh, do we still have those shortbread cookies from the other day? Or did Cassandra eat them all?”

“I hid some for you above the stove- top shelf inside the teapot.”

Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Be right back.”

Alcina nodded and turned her attention back to her book. She felt a pair of eyes on her, but she tried her damnedest to ignore it. A few intense minutes passed before she slammed her book shut. “You think you’re so special, don’t you? Just because you had them first doesn’t mean you’re their favorite.”

The plush stared blankly at her. Its silence only egged her on.

“You better watch yourself, plushy. You just landed yourself a spot on Alcina Dimitrescu’s blacklist, and no one gets off of it alive. You might have them fooled with your dapper little suit and hat but I know who you really are under all that fluff. Punk ass plushy bitch. Y/n is mine, and I do not share.”

More intense silence filled the room as Alcina was about to strike down on the innocent creature until-

“Hey Al, can you come help me? I can’t reach the top shelf.”

She gave the plush a smug grin before taking her leave. “I know someone else who can’t reach either. Coming, my love!”

Alcina sauntered out of the room only to step right back through the doorway to extend the claw on her middle finger at the plushy. Giving it the most dramatic middle finger in all of Romania.

Sometime later

The cookies were gone within minutes of settling back down on the couch. Now you were lounging across the cushions, with p/n pressed tightly against your chest, finishing the final chapter of your book. You moved to get off the couch to return your book to its shelf and pick out another classic. Before setting p/n on the cushions you place a kiss on the top of their head. Alcina pretends not to notice this out of the corner of her eye and continues to glaze over the pages of her own book, waiting for her kiss.

It never came.

You walk past her without offering so much as a smile and Alcina is sent over the edge.

“That’s it, I can’t take it anymore! Y/n it’s me or the plush.”

You look back at her, rather taken back by her sudden outburst. “Um, excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s either me or the plush. Take your pick.”

You arch a brow and put your hands on your hips. “Well, p/n and I don’t appreciate that tone.”

Alcina rolls her eyes. “P/n isn’t real!”

You gasp and rush over to the couch and cover their ears. “How dare you! That’s a very sophisticated young man/lady you’re talking about.”

“I am sick of always coming in second to that stupid thing. You act like you love it more than you love me! Giving it a kiss and not me, how rude. We both can’t keep living here; one of us has to go.”

That got you to laugh. “This coming from the same woman who, after sending me away to sleep on the couch after an argument, comes down in the middle of the night to sleep on the floor beside the couch because you got lonely.”

Alcina blushed.

“Something tells me you won’t let me go anywhere.”

She stays quiet, only giving a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“If I give you a kiss now will you stop whining?”

Alcina pretends to consider this for a moment before answering. “Will you sit on my lap?”

“Of course, my love,” you smile.

“No p/n.”

You giggle as you make yourself comfortable straddling her things. “No p/n.”

Alcina pulls you flush against her front and kisses you. “Good.” She bites your lower lip, making you gasp. She takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and relax back into the couch. Out of sheer pettiness, Alcina cracks an eye open to see the plush staring at your display of affection. She smiled into your kiss and gives it the middle finger before focusing all her attention on ravishing you.

[thefallennightmare]

Guilt-Twelve

Pairings: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: fluff, mostly angst, swearing, and some implied smut here and there.

Summary: When a murder hits the small-town reader lives in and personally attacks the family she works for, she would never image the toll that it would take on her as well. But not for the reason people would think. The last thing Reader thought she would find herself in during the murder trial was falling in love with her boss, Andy Barber and him returning those feelings.

Authors Note: These next few parts are going to hurt like a mother fucker. Tags are open!

Tags: @emimaki @liecastillo @patzammit @evansgal @posiemax @iamemy4 @falling-solar-system @tothemoonandbackx3000 @beckygirl95

Normally when you break up with someone you never have to talk or see them again which makes the recovery post break up easier. But when your ex is your boss and you continue to see him every day, it makes the moving on part almost impossible.

It has been a week since I had broken things off with Andy and it had been the hardest week of my life. I did take the day after the breakup to lay around my apartment to cry and second guess my choice. I knew in the moment that it was the right choice, letting him go, although I couldn't help but miss his body next to mine.

When I went back to work, Andy had done his best to keep his distance from me which I was thankful for. I needed space to move but I also needed the money from this job to survive so if that meant dealing with seeing him then I had to do just that.

After I finished cleaning the upstairs, I made my way towards the laundry room to start yet another load of laundry. It may have been a repetitive job but what was getting me through the day was the weekend ahead.

Laurie was sitting on the couch, laptop in her lap, but smiled when I walked into the room. “I’m sorry for the mess upstairs. With all three of us being home lately, it’s getting harder to keep up.”

I waved her off. “Don’t worry about it, it keeps me busy which I’m thankful for.”

“So, I know it’s Friday and you usually leave early but Andy is taking me out for dinner tonight. I was wondering if you don’t mind staying later to stay with Jacob?”

Swallowing the large jealous lump in my throat, I nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

Laurie gave me a large smile. “Thank you so much, Y/N. Andy and I haven't been out in so long. I think it’ll be good for our relationship if we get some alone time.”

Curiosity got the best of me so while playing with my fingers I gathered the courage to ask. “Are you guys fighting?”

“It’s weird. Lately he’s been choosing to sleep in the guest room. He claims that he’s been tossing and turning all night with the nerves from Jacob’s trial starting next week and he doesn’t want to bother me,” Laurie sighed.

“Do you believe him?” I asked while sitting next to her on the couch.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. “I think the visit to his dad in prison affected him pretty badly. He’s dealing with nightmares, and I don’t know how to help him.”

“Andy’s strong, you have nothing to worry about,” I reassured her with a smile.

“You know,” Laurie chuckled, “between us girls, I really hope we have sex tonight. It’s been over a week, and I need him.”

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I gave her my best fake smile but thoughts of her and Andy together started to cloud my mind, so I quickly excused myself, mentioning I needed to get started on the laundry.

Once I was in isolation, I fell against the back of the door and slid down to the cold ground. Sobs assaulted my body while I shook with tears. I was trying so hard to get over Andy and move on but being in this house wasn’t helping.

There was a part of me that knew in the beginning that it wouldn’t end well but I continued to stay with him. I loved him so much that I thought the hurt would be worth it.

And it was.

The pain was unbearable, but I had to pick myself up, dust off the hurt, and show Andy that I was doing fine without him.

Clearly, I wasn’t but he wouldn’t know that.

I let out a deep breath as I opened the door, ready to continue on with the day. My body, however, walked into a hard chest. I looked into the man’s eyes and had to compose myself so I wouldn’t break down again.

“You’re crying,” Andy noted.

I turned away from his hand as he tried to wipe away the tears. “Can you move please?”

This was the first time in a week that I was inches from his face, and it took every ounce of restraint not to lean up and kiss him.

“We need to talk.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Sweetheart, please,” Andy begged.

“Don't,” I seethed looking straight into his eyes. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

In a few steps, Andy had me locked in the laundry room and unable to avoid him any longer.

“I miss you,” he breathed while stepping closer to me.

My palms pushed hard into his chest, creating more distance between us. “Andy please. I can’t do this.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Can you please talk to me? I need to talk to someone.”

I scanned his eyes, seeing that he did need someone to talk to and I reluctantly agreed.

Hopefully I didn’t regret this later.

“Laurie mentioned that you’re having nightmares?” I asked, still keeping the distance between us.

Andy nodded. “I can’t sleep peacefully anymore; since you left me.”

I crossed my arms, leaning all of my weight to my left foot. “It’s not like you were in my bed every night, Andy.”

He looked down at his feet, knowing that I was right. “I know but I can’t help but worry about you Y/N. I hate that this is what we are now.”

“We wouldn’t be here if you didn’t lie to me,” I deadpanned.

Andy placed his hands on his hips. “I know and I’m sorry. I’ll keep saying sorry until you forgive me. I need you in my life, sweetheart.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath, knowing that I was second away from yet another breakdown. Seeing Andy like this, so vulnerable, broke my heart and I wanted nothing more than to walk into his embrace to take away his own pain.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if we continue this relationship unless you divorce Laurie,” I admitted.

“Are you asking me to make a choice?” Andy asked, shocked.

I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as they fell to the ground below.

“I never wanted to put this pressure on you; to make a choice. But I love you, Andy. I fucking love you and seeing you with her breaks me. I can’t do it anymore. So, while you’re out with her tonight, I’ll be waiting for you in the guest room. If you want Laurie, then you’ll stay with her in your room. But if you love me and choose me, you’ll know where I’ll be.”

Andy stared at me, replaying the words of my confession in his mind over and over. This wasn’t how I imagined telling him I loved him for the first time, but he needed to know how bad I wanted him.

With one final look, I walked past him out of the room to let him make the decision on his own.

[strawberiitea]

So me and the homies (@morning-glory215 and @mcmoth) were vibing in our discord and Eshi asked for drawing ideas and

My adhd ass fucking FIXATED

So here's the worlds best fucking concept, brought to you by your friendly neighbourhood tommy apologists :]

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Oh yeah. We're doing bullet format. It's the real deal here.

Keep in mind this is. Before the 6th lmfao

Before tommy's exile entirely actually.

In the small little moment of. Quiet they had.

Anyways so imagine it's L'manburg's anniversary or something right

Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo all decide to do something special for it

Ranboo suggests a festival, immediately gets panicked "NONONONONONONO"'s

"We should open a strip club"

"Tommy, we are not opening a strip club."

"It would be funny though."

They settled on a play where they would act out the history of L'manburg, since Ranboo is unware of it's history

Tommy : why don't we do a play?

Tubbo : like a middleschool play?

Tommy : yeah! Of L'manburg's history! Since Ranboo doesnt know much about it.

Ranboo : oh :O?

Tommy : me and wil did it all the time as kids! We'd do these little shows for phil-

Tommy : and we'd act it out on a stage with costumes and props and music and-

So they get ye old play prepped

Tubbo builds the stage out of spruce slabs, logs, fences, and sheer fucking will power

Tommy writes the entire script for the play on his own

He gets SO fucking into it. It's detailed as SHIT his theatre kid ass went OFF

I hc c!Tommy with adhd and let me tell you he violently hyperfixated on that script

Mother fucker deadass stayed up several nights perfecting the script

Tommy, with bags under his eyes : [slams a stack of papers onto the table] i finished act 1

Ranboo : oh c- act 1?

Tommy, yawning : yeah. 2 more to go.

Ranboo :

Ranboo : tommy when was the last time you slept

Tommy : uhh... Tuesday?

Ranboo :

Ranboo : Tommy it's Monday.

Ghostbur catches wind of the project and he helps with the props, special effects, and music (he uses noteblocks :])

Ghostbur and Tommy mostly worked on the stage together

They had a little too much fun

A little too much childhood nostalgia

Ranboo and Tubbo made costumes out of cardboard boxes

The original plan was for the three of them to fill in all the roles (Three man show!!!) But they really needed more roles. And help in general lets be real.

So they get in contact with Eret

Eret offers to help with the stage

Their dramatic ass ends up revamping the whole fucking thing

Eret : yeah so i added a little touches to the stage :D

Eret : *reveals a whole newly built stage with working curtains, lights, special effects, and hand painted scenery* now I know its not much,

Philza 100% built it with him

He wasn't even asked for help he just saw Eret building it and decided to just throw himself in

Tubbo and Sam wired the lights with redstone

Tommy's a bit saddened by his set with ghostbur being discarded, but he doesn't tell anyone

Eret contacted Niki, and she made hand sewn costumes from fucking scratch

They're such high quality you can't even tell they're costumes

Eret helps Ghosbur with the music more, causing them to accidentally compose an entire ost with 12 different melodies and vibes for each stage of the revolution. Oops.

Tommy finds out, proceeds to name demand to name each melody

To everyone's surpise the names are actually good

Tommy, Ghostbur and Eret singlehandedly turn the play into a fucking musical

SO THE ROLES

Since they were lacking people, they got in touch with Fundy and Jack Manifold

Eret, Niki and Ghostbur all offered to help fill in the remaining roles

Tommy and Tubbo acted as themselves

Tommy insisted on taking Wilbur's role aswell

He just carries a beanie with him and has to constantly run across the stage while hastily putting it on and taking it off, but he fucking insists

For no apparent reason at all, Fundy and Eret switched places and acted as eachother's roles

Ghostbur took on Dream's role, Niki took on Sapnap's role, Jack Manifold took on Punz's role, and Friend was George

Ranboo was the narrator

Everyone was dicking around and very light hearted with their acting

They sat there fucking reading their lines from their palms trying not to laugh

But Tommy? He took it dead serious.

Mother fucker was acting his heart out

Tommy just goes around yelling at everyone to memorise their lines

Tommy : LEARN YOUR FUCKING LINES

Tubbo : PISS OFF

Tommy : L I N E S

Just imagine the contrast of everyone else joke acting while Tommy refuses to break character

The scene with the camarvan has a very close replica to the van itself

Hot dog and all

Lmfao so the flaming hot dog recreation set the stage on fucking fire

So that was something they needed to replace :]]]

I want you to sit down

And I want you to imagine all the solo Wilbur and Tommy scenes

Yeah that's all Tommy running backwards and forwards across the stage taking a fucking beanie on and off

Tommy, standing solemny : Wilbur. I must duel now, to the death. For freedom.

Tommy, suddenly spinning around, quickly pulling a beanie out of pocket and putting it on : No, Tommy! What about your safety! Oh, but I care about you so much more, Tommy, you're so important to me 🥺

Tommy, spinning around again, now with messed up hair and trying to not cry about his own fucking reassurances : Oh no, wilbur... Oh no. I must- I must do this,,,

Tubbo watching from the sidelines, not getting why he couldn't just play wilbur : why are you like this

And SOMEHOW it was COMPELLING acting

THIS MOTHER FUCKER KEPT RUNNING ACROSS THE ROOM AND HIS ROLEPLAYING WAS STILL WAS GOOD THATS HOW GOOD HE IS

Jack Manifold gets no lines as Punz

Niki was insulted by Sapnap, saying she wasn't accurate enough with his role

This led her to ACTUALLY burn down part of the fucking set with flint and steel

Ghostbur as Dream. That's it. That's all you need.

Ghostbur : we- Wait. What am I saying?

Ranboo, whispering : we are at war

Ghostbur, in his sweet crackle voice : oh... we uh. We are at war! So, if you would like to surrender, uh... please do?

That whole scene where Dream tells George how he'll become a king but take in the fact that Ghostbur is Dream and Friend is George

The final control room scene is fucking hilarious mind you

You got Fundy as Eret, Eret as Fundy, Tommy as himself AND Wilbur, Tubbo, AND Ranboo as a narrator

Ranboo, dramatically doing a narration off screen : and they said, with confidence -

Tommy, as Wilbur : OI, THERE IS A TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST

Ranboo, narrator voice : but alas, there was a traitor in their midst

Fundy, as Eret : I'M A TRAITOR, BITCH

I havent even got to Ranboo being a narrator but this man is the true star of the fucking show

Tubbo constantly tells Tommy he can call in an extra person for Wilbur and he just REFUSES

Tommy, doing the duel scene : ah fuck the countdown

Tubbo : Tommy I could fill i‐

Tommy : ABSOLUTELY NOT

At one point Tommy gets frustrated that everyone isnt taking anything too seriously and how it didnt align with his expectations and that it wasnt perfect

No shut up im not projecting wdym

L'manburg means the fucking world to him, of course he wants the history to be portrayed right

So Tommy just decides "fuck it" and takes every role himself

Only like. Ghostbur remains.

Tommy : Y'KNOW WHAT. FUCK YOU ALL. YOU'RE FIRED.

Tommy : ME AND GHOSTBUR ARE DOING THE PLAY NOW >:(

Tubbo : tommy how the fu-

Tommy : WE WATCHED HAMILTON ON LOOP EVERYNIGHT SINCE I WAS 5 DO NOT TEST ME

On the day of the play, it's actually fucking good????

It was terrifying and impressive at the same time

Quackity is brought to tears

Phil is aggressively clapping

Sapnap angrily throws flowers onto the stage

Dream probably slow claps from the fucking shadows

Everyone is moved

And no one knows how

There's this final end scene where they do a cover of the L'manburg anthem, composed by Ghostbur and Eret, sung by the 5 original L'manburgian's

Tommy didn't cry. He definitely didn't cry. What are you talking about

Also the scene contains the old set pieces

Yeah, no, Tommy burst into tears

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