#like they are LITERALLY soulmates and yet all they feel towards each other at first is:

[thepunkmuppet]

↳ David Boreanaz & Charisma Carpenter in Buffy the Vampire Slayer S2E2 (Some Assembly Required)

[bafvkun]

I just feel like talking about how deep Mikayu’s bound runs don’t mind me (HEAVY spoilers ahead).

Lets get this straight : i don’t care if you ship them or not (even if you would be a fool not to) but no one can deny that they’re literal soulmates and I’m gonna show you exactly why.

Yu and Mika were ALWAYS bound to find each other and reunite. I’m not saying that because I’m delusional it’s literally canon. Their relationship is as old as dinosaurs and once again : this is canon.

Yu (or should I say Mika but like whatever if you didn’t read the scans it would take an eternity to explain) was literally created for Mika. The sole purpose of his existence was to look after Mika and be his only friend. Since day one they were ment for each other.

They swore on every stars and defied fate itself that they will always found each other again no matter how many times they die or get taken away from the other in a way or another, no matter their race, age or era.

There I was talking about the first versions of them, but let’s talk about the main one, the one we all know in the anime and throughout the whole manga, Yuichiro and Mikaela Hyakuya.

Mika was the first one in this life to get Yu to open his heart, to make him accept his fate and push him to make the best of it. Yu was just a traumatized child that almost got killed by his own parents yet Mika made him feel like he belonged somewhere, he showed him that family wasn’t always meant to be bound with blood.

When Yu lost Mika it was like he lost all hopes, for the longest time Yu was suicidal, already from young age and this loss just made him feel so much worse. Yes the loss of his whole new family, including Akane and the kids was bad for him, but deep down what truly broke them was the loss of one another.

Years later they reunited, Mika like Yu both changed deeply because of their own experiences and yet their relationship stayed unchanged. Just the dynamic between them switched, Yu was now the one to convince Mika that he could trust his new family (Glenn and his own squad).

One day my mom told me « if when you reunite with a long lost friend and it feels like not even a day has passed, then it’s real friendship » and it’s been proven to me that this is true, Mikayu being yet another exemple of this.

As a vampire Mika doesn’t feel much anymore, it’s said loud and clear that turning into a vampire takes away from you any vulnerability, any love or lust. Yet Mika feels so vividly for Yu, it runs so much deeper than his own nature. His loyalty towards him is beyond any words could ever describe.

And it’s also so damn obvious how Mika is just so grumpy with anyone but smiles whenever Yu is around. He didn’t smile for anyone else than him throughout the manga, Yu is his literal everything, he is the only one that brings him peace and joy.

Now we skip forward a bit, Yu and Mika are in a deadly situation and against everything Mika dies. First let’s get the obvious out of the way, his last words were « Yu, I love you. ». I mean. There’s nothing more straightforward than that.

But then, when a vampire dies he becomes a demon, so of course Yu had to take him as his cursed weapon. So that’s exactly what he did, after so much struggle that I will pass here he finally got to talk with Mika and have a contract with him.

But the thing is when a vampire dies and becomes a demon he loses all his memories from his previous life, so Mika didn’t remember Yu at all. Yet, despite everything their bound didn’t die, quite the contrary. Even before they did the contract, so before Mika had access to Yu’s memories, there was still something inside him that screamed « that guy is important to me », even if he didn’t understand where it came from.

All the memories Mika had of Yu after that was again : from Yu’s own memories.

And what Mika saw broke him, the desire to die was so overwhelming even in his demon form he found himself speechless and hurt. He didn’t remember Yu but he knew that he was important to him more than he could ever tell. And he didn’t only see their memories together, he saw Yu’s whole life, the moment with his parents, the years they spent apart, Yu and Glenn’s relationship and his new family, he saw everything.

He swore his loyalty to him yet again, ready to do anything for him and face the end of the world hand in hand with him. And of course, even when he lost his memories Yu never once doubted him and that he would still follow him.

Now. I’ve been talking a lot about Mika’s love for Yu but what about the other way around ? Moving forward in the story again Glenn revealed something to Yu, his squad and Mika that left a dilemma hanging in the air. Yu had to chose between humanity and Mika. And what did he do ? He chose Mika, betraying not only Glenn, the man that save him physically and psychologically and that he respected the most in the world, not only his squad with who he shared ups and downs like a family but humanity itself for the survival of Mika.

If this doesn’t speak volumes to you I don’t know what will. Yu sacrificed EVERYTHING down to his own survival just to spend one more day with Mika. Now not only vampires, demons and angels were against him, but humanity too all for the sake of one man.

Both of them constantly put their whole life and universe on the line for the other and they always do it in a heartbeat, like any other decision would just be unthinkable.

They had so many discussions that made clear how deeply their feelings for one another go, no matter if you interpret it as brotherly or romantic love. They confessed to each other so many times how they can’t live without the other, how life is meaningless if the other isn’t around. How there’s not even a point in trying to live if it isn’t to face tomorrow together and how each other’s happiness is more important than anything else in the world.

Both of them held on solely for the other, both of them are still breathing and living their truth thanks to nothing else than one another.

Their love is so fucking beautiful and pure, it stayed untouched through generations and generations of them.

Mikayu is an amazing ship and anyone would be a fool to not read Seraoh of the end just to witness such utter and raw love.

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waiting for us — chapter forty six. moonlight cw. brief mention of a fire scar, SMUT!!! first times, loss of virginity (f), protected sex, soft dom(?) seungmin, oral (f), piv, lowkey body worship, seungmin is a simp wbk wc. 3.4k

After a long day, almost 3 hours in the car (with 4 of your soulmates and a blasting playlist) and then walking around the Japanese garden you’re glad to finally be resting in your hotel room. The boys had whined that Seungmin had got to monopolize your attention all day and now got to spend the night with you but you had simply shooed them away, desperate to get into the shower.

Now you were all cozy in a small pajama set, sat curled up on the little ledge next to the window. The lights are dimmed, the room painted in the light of the moon. Seungmin was just finishing up in the bathroom as you wait for him, staring sleepily out at the view outside. You might be $900 down but you couldn’t help but think it was so worth it.

Your eyes glaze over slightly as you space out, the day finally catching up to you as sleep threatens to take over. You don’t even realize that Seungmin has finished his shower or that he’s already come out of the bathroom.

Seungmin on the other hand has frozen completely. He’s watching you, taking in every little detail, like the way your head is tilted against the cool pane of the window or the smooth skin of your legs. The moonlight washes over your figure and he thinks you look so fucking breathtaking. It’s like something possesses him as he strides over to you, hands coming to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, lithe fingers tracing your jawline and forcing you to look up at him.

The way you look up at him has him in a trance, practically drowning in your pretty eyes. He leans down and you meet him half way. Seungmin’s lips are soft against yours and you practically melt against him, body relaxing. He brings his other hand to fully cup your cheeks while his lips move languidly, almost precise in his movements and it’s really no surprise to you that all these boys were good kissers. Years of experience with each other.

Yet you can tell he’s a little tentative to go any further, so you do it for him, tongue darting out to swipe at his plump bottom lip. Except Seungmin pulls away at the feeling of your tongue and for a second you’re afraid you’ve pushed it too far, but the way his face is a bright red you know you only had surprised him. A giggle falls from your lips as you stand up suddenly, surprising the boy but he doesn’t get a chance to question you as as you all but yank his body towards the bed.

Your body flops down onto the bed, sinking into the impossibly soft comforter and Seungmin is forced on top of you. His hands are on either side of your head, eyes blinking rapidly at your actions. Your arms come to wrap around his broad shoulders but you don’t push him down, instead letting him take the lead if he so choses. You tilt your head slightly, giving him a cute wide eyed look - making you look so enticing how the hell is he supposed to resist you? You’re literally under him, lips already slightly puffy and your hair spread out in a halo. Seungmin is convinced you might actually be an angel.

So he takes the plunge, connecting his lips against yours. It starts off simple like your kiss just minutes ago, just lips pressed together and moving in tandem. This time it’s Seungmin who deepens the kiss, not even bothering to ask as he practically shoves his tongue into your mouth. Of course you let him, mouth parting to give him easy access.

He’s sucking on your pink muscle, nipping and pulling at your lips so much that it pulls a whimper from your throat. The embrace turns heated, the sound of your lips smacking is the only thing you can hear. Seungmin can feel his restraint getting weaker and weaker so he has to force himself to stop. Yet the look you have on his face almost makes him groan, lips completely kiss bitten, slick with spit and cheeks flushed a pretty red that goes all the way down to your collarbone. You’re driving him absolutely crazy but he knows he has to stop because he will not be able to control himself the longer you look at him like that.

“We…” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “We should stop,”

“What if I don’t want to?” You ask so simply as if you don’t understand the insinuation of your answer but the look in your eyes tells Seungmin that you do. He falters.

“But… Aren’t you a-“ You can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“A virgin?” Seungmin just nods his head. “Yeah, but to be honest, I really, really want this,”

“Are you sure? I mean, like, are you sure you want your first time to be with…me?” Again, you roll your eyes.

“Minnie, do I need to go on my rant again?”

“Ok- Ok fuck. Are you 100% sure? Because I don’t think I’d be able to stop once I get my hands on you,”

“I’m sure just,“ You hesitate, but Seungmin is patient, waiting for you to continue. “Just, promise me you wont ask,” He furrows his eyebrows at your words, thoroughly confused.

“Ask about what?”

“You’ll know it when you see it,”

“Is it about…” His eyes dart over to your wrists. Though there are no new scars, most of them having healed already, there is still the visible signs. You shake your head though.

“No. It’s something else just - please,”

“Ok, no questions. I promise,”

“Ok good. Now kiss me again,”

“You got it,” And at that Seungmin is pressing his lips against your already swollen ones, hands slipping past your sleep shirt, fingers dancing along your bare waist. It draws a shiver from you, the feeling of his cold hands against your heated body. His lips begin to trail down to your neck, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against your flesh. Seungmin has barely done anything to you already feel uncomfortably warm.

Seungmin’s fingers creep further and further up your shirt, pulling it along with him. Before he can fully push it up he glances up at you as if asking permission. You simply nod and he doesn’t hesitate to remove your shirt. Since you were going to bed you had gone without a bra, a sudden shyness takes over you but Seungmin is looking at you like you put the stars in the sky. He can tell that you’re shy and slips his own shirt off so that you’re both shirtless.

You can’t help but stare at his toned upper body. Seungmin is all lean muscle and broad shoulders with somehow a tiny waist. You briefly wonder how someone could be so handsome. He turns shy under your smoldering gaze so he turns back to focus on you.

“Y/N, you are so fucking beautiful,” He says the words in between pressing kisses down the expanse of your neck, before latching onto the juncture of where your neck meets your collarbone, sucking softly. It’s enough to leave a mark, wanting something as proof of this moment, even if it’s temporary (and maybe something that the guys would see).

As he marks up your neck his hands come up to cup your breasts, his large hands giving them a squeeze. Seungmin thinks they’re perfect, fitting in his hands so nicely. He can’t help but squish and grope at the soft mounds, relishing the first time of actually touching a pair of tits. You’ve got your lower lip between your teeth, worrying it as you watch Seungmin’s every action, feeling your panties getting damp.

Seungmin brushes his thumb against your nipples and you finally let out a small moan. It spurs him on as he rolls one between his fingers and it hardens under his ministrations. After he’s quite literally made his mark along your neck and collarbones his lips trail down to press kisses across the peaks of your breasts. His hands have moved down to your waist, running them up and down your sides. It’s like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your body, committing it to memory.

His tongue darts out to flick at your pert bud before wrapping his plush lips around it, sucking softly. A whimper slips from your lips, feeling your back arch up and further into his touch. Seungmin loves how reactive you are as he experiments with your tits, nipping at the cute bud before making sure to give equal attention to the other.

At this point you’re uncomfortably wet, trying to press your thighs together for some semblance of relief.

“S-Seung,” You whine, trying to get him to understand without having to say it. He seems to understand though as a small laugh falls from his lips at your impatience.

“Sorry love, just trying to appreciate your body like you deserve,” You can feel his hum against your skin and it sets you abuzz. His fingers hook into the thin fabric of your sleep shorts before looking back up at you for permission. With a deep breath you nod your head and he doesn’t hesitate to slip them off.

Kisses continue to trail down your silky skin, Seungmin occasionally teasing you by nipping at your sensitive skin. Everything he’s done has only made your body warmer, panties sticking to your cunt. When his nose nudges against your mound you sit up suddenly, startling the poor boy between your legs.

“Shit, wait,” Seungmin is quick to sit back on his heels, looking over at you in concern, scared he’s made you uncomfortable.

“What? We can stop if you want,”

“No, no it’s just- fuck. You don’t have protection do you?” You murmur, remembering probably the most important thing. To be honest you hadn’t expected you to be ready for this so early, so you hadn’t really considered birth control and while you had trusted that all the boys were clean and wouldn’t mind forgoing a condom, you were not about to risk having a crotch goblin. Disappointment washes over you, still rather uncomfortably turned on.

“Oh! Wait no, I do have one,” Seungmin says before grabbing his wallet on the nightstand and pulling a condom from it. You’re blinking at him, having not expecting that.

“Huh. So you thought you were gonna get lucky?” You decide to tease the poor boy, whose face flushes so cutely.

“No! No of course not! I just-“

“Minnie I’m kidding,” You cut him off before he can go on a tangent again, giggling at his reaction. “Honestly, it’s kinda hot that you’re so responsible,” You coo and Seungmin comes back to hover over to you, slapping at your thigh.

“Brat,” That causes another giggle to fall from your lips as he leaves the condom on the table. “Do you want to continue?”

“Mm..please,”

“Hm? What’s that?” It’s Seungmin whose teasing you now, a cocky look on his face and you suppose you should have seen this coming.

“Please…Minnie,” You whine, thighs pressing together but he quickly pushes his hand between them, spreading them.

“Please what? Gotta tell me what you want love,” He hums, moving down to his position himself between your legs, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. Immediately that heat returns full force and you can’t take it anymore.

“Please touch me Seungmin,”

“How can I say no?” He comes to slip your panties off and he freezes. Seungmin can’t even take the time to admire how beautiful you look underneath him, completely bare because all he can focus on is the fire burn across the left side of your pelvis that goes across your hip. The skin is reddish, almost looking like a large bruise. He probably shouldn’t but he can’t help but run his thumb over the old wound and he can feel that pulsing energy. It’s then that he knows.

Your soulmark is under this scar.

Seungmin glances up at you and you can’t even look at him. Hot white shame fills your stomach as you curl up into yourself. Maybe this was a bad idea, you should have never let it get this far, never should have let him see it. You’re about to get up to put your clothes on but before you can even move, Seungmin is pressing kisses against your lower stomach again, large hands splayed across your hips.

“Sorry sweetheart. No questions. Can I still make you feel good?” He still wants to make sure this is what you want, if you told him to stop he would. Your comfort is the only thing on his mind. Seungmin’s kisses bring instant butterflies to your stomach and you can’t lie, you still want this. You want him. You want all of them.

“Please…I. I want you Minnie,”

Seungmin lets out a groan from his throat. Why is you telling him how much you want him turn him on even more?

“Fuck. Be a good girl and let me take care of you, yeah?” Seungmin hums while he’s pressing rather wet kisses against your inner thighs, and a shiver runs through you. He does not want to make it seem like he doesn’t know what he’s doing because he is quite literally just running on pure instincts. His tongue darts out and he doesn’t hesitate to lick a bold stripe up your damp folds. You can’t help but jolt slightly, the sensation completely new as you try to relax back against the pillow.

It’s certainly a different taste but it’s certainly not bad, he can definitely see himself eventually getting addicted. Seungmin continues to explore your cunt, alternating between licks and kisses. He brings his tongue to your clit this time, flicking at the small bud and it has a moan falling from your lips.

“O-Oh!” You gasps, heat starting to pool in your lower stomach the longer Seungmin plays with your clit, his lips wrapped fully around it and sucking. Long fingers run through your damp folds before pressing slowly to your entrance. He sinks a single digit in, letting you get used to it before sliding it in and out. He has to bite back a moan from the way your walls are sucking his finger in, his only thoughts are about how you’ll feel wrapped around his cock.

Of course you’ve masturbated a few times and yeah it was nice but nothing special. This though, this was so different as pure heat and pleasure fills your body, making your toes curl with how intense it is. Seungmin can’t take his eyes off you, every little reaction you make only entrances him more. He slips another finger into your sopping core, your cunt taking it in easily with how turned on you are. There’s more of a stretch but you could care less with how good it feels.

The lewd squelch of your pussy echoes in your ears, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Seungmin on the other hand finds it so hot, how wet and warm you feel. His cock is throbbing almost painfully, pressed fully against his pants. Heat is pooling into your lower stomach, threatening to snap and as you feel yourself on the precipice of your release, Seungmin stops. It pulls a whine from your throat and he has the audacity to chuckle at you.

“Sorry love. I just. I want you to cum with me,” And how are you supposed to argue against that? Seungmin leans over to grab the foil, ripping it open and throwing the wrapper into the trash. He pulls his pants down and his hard, angry cock flops out. The tip is almost a bright red, precum leaking from the slit. He slides the latex down his length before looking back up at you, only to see that you’re staring.

“…stop staring,” Your head flies back up to him, blushing at getting caught.

“Sorry! Sorry just- It’s my…first time seeing a dick,” You admit. Both of you are a flustered mess and even though Seungmin isn’t a virgin, it certainly feels like he is - after all he’s never been with a woman before.

“I mean it’s my first time seeing tits too so…I guess we’re even,” There’s a brief silence before the two of you are giggling. It feels comfortable despite the two of you being stark naked. You two take a moment before getting serious again. Nerves roll off both of you as he clumsily lines up to your soaked entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asks softly, rubbing soothing circles against your waist. With a gulp you nod, bracing yourself. Slowly he pushes in, a moan falling from his lips almost immediately at how you feel, the sensation almost overwhelming.

It’s not painful, it’s more of a weird sensation and some pressure but it’s not bad. As he slides in his body comes to press against yours, almost in a hug, wanting to be as close to you as possible as the two of you become one. It’s so overwhelming in a good way that you can’t help the few tears that slip from your eyes, you feel so incredibly full and loved. Seungmin pauses and glances up at you, thumb wiping away the tears.

“You ok sweetheart? Does it hurt?” You shake your head quickly.

“No! No..You feel so good…feel’s amazing Seung. I. I love you,” You choke up a little and he smiles down at you, so incredibly fond.

“I love you too,” He says as he finally bottoms out, his whole length buried inside of you. The two of you just stay like this for a few minutes, basking in the moment, just being connected in the most intimate way possible. After awhile that feeling is returning in your stomach and you need him to fuck you.

“Seung. Please move,”

“Anything for you sweetheart,” He pulls out almost all the way before rocking back into your cunt, pulling a moan from your lips. It’s so much more than his fingers and you can’t believe anything could feel better. Seungmin moans as he keeps a languid pace and the sound make you clench. His hips stutter. “Fuck, you can’t do that. I might just blow my load,” He knows he won’t last very long anyway though and his only goal is to make you cum.

His grip against your waist is almost bruising now but you could care less, you hope it does. Your back arches and with the slight adjustment his cock is now hitting that sweet spot.

“Oh! Oh fuck Seungmin, right t-there” Seungmin large hands against your waist angle you perfectly so he’s constantly brushing against your g-spot and you swear that you’re seeing stars. One of his hands snakes down to rub at your swollen clit and it’s bringing you closer to your peak. “Minnie ‘m close,” Your words are slightly slurred, losing yourself in the overwhelming pleasure he’s bringing you to.

“M-me too. Fuck sweetheart. God, feel so perfect. You were made for me. Made for us, yeah?” It’s his words that send you off the edge, coming with a cry of his name. With your walls spasming around him he’s spilling into the condom with one last hard thrust. The two of you collapse against each other, a thin layer of sweat covering both of you but neither of you could care.

Both of you end up giggling again, just basking in the after glow of sex as you curl into each other. Again, the two of you just lay there for awhile, staring in each others eyes before Seungmin reluctantly pulls away.

“Come on, let’s take another shower and get some sleep. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow,”

Seungmin is nothing but attentive to you in the shower, cleaning you up gently. You feel a little sore but it’s a rather nice feeling so you certainly don’t mind. Nothing more happens in the shower besides a few kisses here and there.

Soon enough the two of you are tangled up in each other in bed, legs entwined and your face buried into his neck. You have never felt more safe and loved then being in Seungmin’s arms right now. You never wanted to leave and you don’t ever plan on it.

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HI HELLO MAY I REQUEST FOR HEADCANONS HOW WOULD ASTARION AND GALE REACT WHEN TAV IS THER SOULMATE IN SOULMATE AU (SEPARATE) THANK YOUUYUDNDNDBN

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How would Astarion and Gale react to Tav being their soulmate in soulmate AU?

(I’m literally in love with this concept so guess what? No bullet points this time, full on paragraphs to fully immerse you in this universe.)

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

The wretched red string had been connected to him for centuries now, a string he had tugged, torn, and sewn back together throughout his decades of torment and loss. There were days when he saw the red string as a small piece of hope that he held onto ever so dearly, holding onto the delicate string with bruised hands from the many “lessons” his master had thrown upon him. Would the person on the other side ever come to his aid? Can this individual feel his pain and suffering? Would they ever hear his call? That tiny string was his one salvation but it was also a source of deep pain.

For why haven't you come yet? He had spent centuries waiting, mourning, screaming, and begging for a savior, wishing that one of these days his “soulmate” would finally come to save him from this torturous prison but no... No one came. 200 years and you never showed up. Could you blame him for tearing through the delicate string? Could you blame him for wishing to break ties with you? All this time waiting and he couldn't even feel you coming closer. Was he truly that worthless? Yet still, he always came crawling back to the torn string, despite his resentment he’d stitch the two halves right back up just as he's done time and time again. For as much as he wished to despise you, he couldn't. He’d claim that he’d given up on the concept of soulmates and true love yet he so desperately holds onto this vibrant red string like a lifeline. Perhaps it was because it was the only thing that was truly his at the time.

From the stress of being captured by mind flayers and recently escaping the cold grasp of his master, meeting his soulmate wasn't exactly the next thing he was hoping to experience. The moment his eyes met with yours, he was left stunned and speechless as he watched that battered red string slowly fade. A soulmate found.

You weren't what he had expected at all. He’d always think of what you may look like in his spare time alone in the shadows but never this. Perhaps a bit taller… shorter, it was hard to imagine how that you were here in the flesh. Though, at the same time he truly didn't know what to feel. A mixture of relief, sadness, anger, confusion, and perhaps even a sprinkle of happiness. For centuries he’d been waiting for you and you only decide to show up now? He couldn't quite tell if it was a blessing or a curse. He wanted to lash out at you, to ask what took you so long but at the same time he just… if anything he needed a break. He needed a long well-needed break. He was going to threaten the first damn adventurer he saw but seeing that it was you? Well. Perhaps, it would be better to stay with you as he processes his new-found feelings towards you. Both good and bad.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

The red string was always something that constantly piqued his own nagging curiosity. It was never something that truly left his mind. He’d often spend a few minutes a day staring at the thing, watching as it subtly moved or swayed each time the other end of it was dragged along by you. But who exactly was you? A question that constantly plagued his mind each time he felt a small tug or his eyes fell back down to the string. In truth, he already wished to meet you, he was quite enamored by the fact that he did in fact have someone meant for him. The things you both could do together and the adventures you both could share. He was already imagining how each would play out with this imaginary version of you he’d conjure in his head.

However, it all began to crumble down the day he finally made his mind up to seek you. That was the very day he fell into Mystra’s clutches. To be the very chosen of a goddess! How could he possibly deny such an offer? To be working so closely with his own deity and to be given an abundance of knowledge that he so craved. Soon enough, the goddess had wrapped the ambitious wizard around her finger, giving him a “love” that no mortal could ever deny. She was meant to replace this “soulmate” of his. To have a curious little mage adore to her own blissful amusement. Yet, as Gale indulged, he couldn't help but feel… wronged. As if despite being showered by the musings of a literal goddess, it just wasn't enough. What he had just wasn't enough. He didn't feel enough.

There had been days where he’d stare longingly into his own red string, perhaps even silently apologizing to the individual at the other end knowing that his heart truly never lied with Mystra. And perhaps she knew that too.

When Mystra had finally cut ties with him were the days he was the most devastated. Not just because of the loss he felt from losing the favor of a goddess he so deeply worshipped but because he felt as if he betrayed you. Would you even accept him like this? Would he even be enough for you? He truly didn't know. You could imagine the surprise on his face when he finally did get to meet you though. A firm hand suddenly pulling him out of a broken portal and when he finally looked up, he saw you. His red string finally began to fade and at that moment, he was already smitten.

He didn't have to be convinced or told otherwise. He already knew he was going to adore you.

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Walk in the Park

Little Dieter drabble for the @dieterbravobrainrotclub ❤️ Thank you @sweetenerobert & @jay-zzle for giving this a look over 🥰

Pairing: Dieter & GN!Reader

Warning: Cussing

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“Fuck!”

You startle, shooting up from the bench you decided to rest at, as a man stumbles out of the bushes.

“Are you real?!” He asks panicked, scrubbing his hands along the sides of his face, twigs and leaves scattered throughout his dark messy curls, eyes hidden behind alien eye-shaped sunglasses you’ve seen at a local party store.

Great, a deranged stranger. He looks familiar but you can’t quite place him, gripping the mace on your keychain tighter. Wary of his presence.

“I just—“ he says, taking a deep breath and leaning over. Palms against his thighs as he exhales slowly, “I’m all mixed up out here. A friend of mine suggested doing shrooms and taking a walk, to get to know nature, all that bullshit. Horrible idea. Ever seen a frog up close and personal? Scary, unpredictable fuckers. Lead me astray hours ago.”

You couldn’t help but feel sympathetic for the man, having had your share of similar shrooms trips.

“Feeling okay?” You ask, deciding to take the kind route, and sitting back down. The man is dressed in soft pj pants, a threadbare shirt, crocs, and a bathrobe. Interesting choice for a trip to the park but you’ve seen worse.

“I think I’m finally coming down,” The man shrugs, “My name’s Dieter by the way,” he adds, extending his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Dieter,” you say, grabbing his clammy hand, giving a small shake, and sharing your name.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Dieter asks, pointing at the spot next to you.

“Go right on ahead,” you nod towards the bench.

You begin making small talk, sharing bits and pieces about each other’s lives. You learn he’s an actor, which is why he looked so familiar. Award-winning actor Dieter Bravo, the trainwreck that he is. The bathrobe should have been your tip, can’t even begin to count the number of times you’d seen that featured on all the covers of gossip magazines.

“Okay, now let’s get to the hard-hitting questions,” Dieter says, clapping his hands together, the alien glasses sliding down his aquiline nose, “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Negative.”

“What about soulmates?”

“Not sure yet,” you laugh, shrugging, “Never found anyone worth my time.”

“That so?” Dieter asks, eyebrows peaking above the frame of his unique sunglasses.

“What is with those ridiculous sunglasses?” you ask, unable to contain a laugh, “I cannot take you seriously. You’re supposed to be some award-winning actor, yet you’re literally wearing pajamas and costume store sunglasses shaped like alien-eyes.”

“Inspiration, my dear,” Dieter smirks, “Inspiration.”

“Inspiration?”

“Of course! It’s for my next role, I’m a scientist on the search for answers of another life form.”

“So what?” You laugh, “You take shrooms, slap on some alien glasses, take a stroll through the park, and think you’re going to find your character?”

“Next question,” Dieter says, ignoring you, “Do you believe in aliens?”

“Of course.”

“Last question,” Dieter giggles, “Wanna have sex with me?”

You sit back, biting your cheek, looking at him. The patchy scruff on his face, his nose, his hair still scattered with leaves, and the earring dangling off his earlobe.

“Take the glasses off.”

He huffs but removes them, letting you get a good look at his face without anything obstructing your view. You look at those dark orbs, pupils still a little dilated, shaking your head.

“Maybe next time” you smirk, getting up and walking away.

[freak-accident419]

Isn’t it Ironic?

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Summary: You attend an old friend’s wedding that you were surprisingly invited to. One downside—it was raining when everybody least expected it. Lucky that the whole ceremony and party were indoors, the event prospered, and you meet someone during the reception.

Word Count: 2.8k

Content: fluff, a lot of banter, you two are very awkward, gender neutral reader, references to Y2K, literally just one mention of pot, wedding, non-gendered descriptions of clothing for reader, you have a thing for Alanis Morissette’s “‘96 hit” Ironic, takes place a year before the events of FNAF, kissing

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A few months ago, you were surprised to receive a wedding invitation in the mail from an old friend of yours. It’s been several years since you’ve spoken with him, but you two still kept each other in mind, which explains why you were even considered as a guest in the first place. Simply, you were close enough with him to attend his wedding.

There was one small problem, however.

It was raining.

This wedding was planned quite intricately, yet nobody ever expected it to rain heavily. The forecast barely gave any warning or prediction about rainfall, so there was no doubt that people, especially the bride and groom, were apprehensive. However, it didn’t matter too much, because the venue was in a nice, fairly large ballroom that was completely indoors. While this event’s relation to Alanis Morissette’s ��96 hit remained uncanny and undesirable, the ceremony still went graciously well. You never expected such elegant vocabulary from your old friend as he said his vows, which was actually a refreshing listen. You watched the couple kiss after hearing the officiant say ‘you may now kiss the bride’, and the room erupted in joyous cheers and applause.

It was now the reception, as you sat down at a round table, a thin, white cloth draped loosely over it. And as you tapped on the surface, fidgeting with some of the silverware, your eyes scanned the room, trying to find the man you had just recently met.

Earlier today, you were prepared exquisitely for the wedding. However, as you changed into your best attire, you began to hear soft tapping on your window. At first you thought nothing of it, but with time, the tapping transitioned into violent spatters against the glass. Finally looking out your window, it was raining hard. Like, it was pouring.

The forecast, weirdly enough, never expected any rain. And for this unnatural and abrupt weather to be on the day of the wedding was quite painfully ironic—again, an uncanny resemblance to Alanis Morissette’s song (that you found delightful to reference). And so, with this, you made sure to bring your umbrella.

Getting out of a taxi, you noticed that the front of the venue building was crowded with people trying to get in, several umbrellas protecting their heavily expensive formal wear. As you made your way to the front, you noticed that, with all the people walking around you, there was one person that caught your full attention.

It was a man walking without an umbrella, having to hold his blazer above his head, leaving him in his white button up and lampblack skinny tie. You immediately felt bad, and rushed over to him, holding up your umbrella so that you two were both protected under it.

“Oh! Um, thank you,” he smiled softly, a bit awkward in his mannerisms. “Did you, um, know it was gonna rain?”

“No, um,” you began with a chuckle, shaking your head. “I don’t think anybody knew. It was, like, completely unexpected.” He nodded at your reply.

“Kinda, uh, reminds me of that one song—”

You interrupt him eagerly. “By Alanis Morissette?”

An low, amused chuckle escaped his lips as he looked down, then up at you. “Yeah.”

You weren’t much of a romantic, or someone who believed in fate, but his acknowledgment towards the ‘96 hit by Alanis Morissette nearly convinced you that he was your soulmate. Yet, you shook off the feeling.

“So, uh, how do you know the… the newly weds?”

“Oh, uh, I was friends with Quinn in, uh, high school,” he answered as the two of you approached the venue’s entrance. “You?”

“I met Emmett also in high school,” you say, “Through, uh, mutual friends at the time.”

You two finally got inside the venue, closing your wet umbrella and finally being able to see the man more clearly. He was pretty decent looking, maybe even above average, at that. There was something so charming about his big brown eyes, brown curls and stubble that made you feel… flustered, you suppose. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you around,” you offer a kind grin.

“Oh, yeah, um definitely. Yeah.”

The encounter was a bit awkward, but there was also something there, you felt. You weren’t really sure what exactly it was, but you were determined to find out more about this man.

Which led you to this very moment. You watched the groom and the bride’s first dance happen in the very center of the venue, a sweet, classical song being played by a live band, and the deep, loving eye contact the newly weds shared.

Then, when your eyes drifted away from them, you finally saw him across the room, sitting at a table, and noticing you at the exact, same time. The man from before.

***

“Do you believe it?”

“Oh, h-huh? Believe what?”

You shrug. “That the world is ending next year.”

He looked confused.

“You know? Y2K? People believe that next year, the whole, like, all of computer systems will crash because code can’t read the year two thousand and the glitch is going to cause an entire apocalypse.”

You two sat at the same table after he joined you, in which he came over quite awkwardly, resting his damp blazer on his chair, placing his plate of cake on the table, and then finally sitting down. And now, you two were just conversing about random topics while eating cake and drinking mediocre beverages.

“O-oh, yeah, I think I, uh, heard of that.”

He was a bit awkward. But it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“So? Do you believe it?”

“Um… No, actually. It’s too… theatrical. I know a lot of people bought so much flashlights and candles because they assumed that the whole bug will cause everyone to be forced to camp, but… It’s just a bit ridiculous,” he answered, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Right,” you agree.

“And you?”

“Huh?”

“Do you belie—”

“Oh, no, of course not,” you chuckle lightly. “I, uh… It’s ridiculous, as you said, but… sometimes it’s kinda fun for the world to panic over dumb shit together… It… reminds me that we’re all just humans, trying to live and survive, experiencing the same thing everyone else is, just co-existing.” You looked at him for a while until your eyes widened suddenly. “Sorry if I got too, I don’t know, serious abou—”

“No, no, um… I agree. You’re right,” he smiles softly and you return it.

You clear your throat. “Do you, uh, actually like that stuff?” You ask, pointing at his tall glass of champagne, then looked at your own.

He pursed his lips. “I mean… It’s okay, I guess.”

You scoff. “It tastes like hand sanitizer. Like, you’d think this expensive ass wedding would have better drinks, you know?”

He paused. “How would you know how hand sanitizer tastes?”

“It’s just a feeling. Like—I’d imagine bar soap to taste like white chocolate,” you say.

A small chuckle leaves his mouth, which you seemed to admire heavily. You wanted that to happen again. It was a sweet, wide smile, his tired eyes growing bright, and his soft laugh entrancing you completely. You wanted to take out every lame joke of your shitty humor book stored in your prefrontal cortex to see him chuckle like that again.

“Shit,” he grumbled, his face contorted in discomfort as he attempted to look down under the table.

“Are you okay?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and trying to see what was bothering him.

“No—I mean—Yeah, I am, it’s just… I’ve never been to something formal in a long time, and I never got to buy new shoes so… They’re kinda tight,” he explained, moving the table cloth slightly to see his shoes in view under the table.

“Oh,” you reply.

“Doesn’t help that the rain made my socks wet too.”

“Ugh.”

He paused, then looked at you. “Should I take ‘em off?”

Your eyes widened. “Wh—Seriously? Are you insane?”

“It’s not like anyone could see it. C’mon, my feet are really aching,” he complained.

“Dude, look at what the bridesmaids are wearing! Look at those damn heels, you’re really gonna complain about your own feet when they have to wear those the entire day?!” You exclaim, but you couldn’t help but laugh softly. He liked your laugh.

“I’m taking them off.”

“No!” You giggle. “What the fuck are you thinking?!” Your voice lowers in a murmur, ensuring that nobody else hears you.

“I am taking these guys off.”

“Dude, no! If—If Quinn finds out, she is going to be pissed,” you urge.

“Hey. You knew the groom and I knew the bride. Meaning that I know the bride more than you. And I would know, that if she found out—”

“She’s gonna kill you,” you interrupt.

He paused.

“Yeah, she’d definitely kill me.”

You both laugh softly, enjoying each other’s presence. “You know, weirdly enough, I think my feet hurt even more when they’re all stiff. Like, walking doesn’t hurt as much as them being still.”

“Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah—”

“You’re not just saying that so you’d have an excuse to dance with me, right?” You tease, letting a playful smirk appear on your lips. “Because that logic literally makes no fucking sense.”

His eyes went wide, and you swore you could see his face flush red, and he began to stammer over his words. “N-no, I—I mean, that wasn’t—uh…” It seemed as if he gave up. It truly wasn’t his intention to dance with you, but he was too flustered to even state his case.

You stood up, walking in front of him and took your hand out. “You don’t have a date, do you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow with a gentle smile.

“Um, no. Why-why would I—”

“Okay, good,” you nod, “Then may I have this dance?”

He looked up at you in surprise and parted his lips to respond. “I—I don’t know how to dance—”

“Anybody can dance. Anyways, wouldn’t it be ironic if there was a wedding without any dancing?” You inquire.

“I mean, yeah, but, like… I’m not saying that dancing shouldn’t occur, I just… Me? I just can’t, I don’t think I—”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Just take my hand, dude.”

He places his hand in yours, and before he was given the chance to completely stand up, you hastily dragged him to the dance floor.

Despite all that, you smile at him warmly, giving him a sense of comfort and safety. Your hands held onto the back of his neck, and he placed his hands on your waist. “Can’t dance, my ass,” you mumbled playfully, which brought a stifled laugh from him.

The two of you swayed with the soft music, looking profoundly into each other’s eyes. You couldn’t take them off each other if you tried. You only knew him for a few hours, and you just met him today, but you felt like his soft, deep hazel eyes told you his whole life story, engulfing you in solace and intimacy.

And then it hit you:

You didn’t even know this man’s name. And he didn’t even know yours.

“Hey,” you chuckle, your voice only widening his present smile.

“Yeah?”

“It has just occurred to me that I don’t know your name.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Wait, seriously?”

“Wh—yeah—”

“So we never told each other our names in the past hour we’ve met?”

“Hm, no, I guess not,” you giggle.

“Damn,” he sighs pleasantly. “Um, do you wanna go first?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

“Should we do rock-paper-scissors?”

He scoffs in delight. “Seriously?”

“You’re right, that’s ridiculous… It should definitely be a thumb war.”

He laughs. “What?”

“Or maybe I’m thinking of a number between one to fifty? I mean—”

“I’m Mike.”

“Y/n,” you say immediately after him.

You two smile at each other, and it was apparent that you were trying not to laugh.

“Ow—” You hiss abruptly.

“Shit, sorry,” he breathed. ‘Mike’ stepped on your foot.

“It’s okay, it’s fine,” you giggle.

“I told you I can’t dance,” he frowned.

“But you’re doing it right now,” you retort.

“Not doing it very good,” he corrects.

“But you can admit you’re dancing,” you smile.

He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess I’ve proven myself wrong.”

You two share a look, a very particular one that communicated adoration and captivation for each other.

“What number would you have said if I did get you to choose one from one to fifty?” You ask out of curiosity.

“Hm… Maybe… maybe si—?”

Mike cut himself off once the lights suddenly shut off, all of the electricity in the venue failing simultaneously. A few panicked gasps and even screams escaped several people’s mouths as the entire venue was black. You couldn’t see anything, and you held onto whatever was closest to you, seeking comfort in a warm embrace.

A man called out the explanation, saying how it was the rainstorm that caused the power outage, and only a few seconds after that was said, the lights all switched back on.

Your eyes adjust, only to realize that you were pressed against Mike, you two holding one another against each other. Your hands, which were on his shoulders, dragged back down to his arms as you pull away slightly, the two of you exchanging awkward chuckles and smiles.

The two of you spent most of the wedding day together. You both didn’t really know anyone else that well enough, so you relished in each other’s company.

You found an empty, unoccupied room in the venue, another small ballroom, you presumed, that wasn’t used for the party. You and Mike sat at the edge of the short stage, giggling after making a few jokes to each other.

“Um… You met Emmett in high school, so, like, does that mean you’re from Pennsylvania?” He asked after the laughter had died down, his sweet grin still remaining on his lips.

“Oh, um, yeah. But, uh, I live here now, y’know, we had a small friend group and decided to go to the same college together, or at least state, and we all ended up in Minnesota,” you answer. “Why? Would you have been disappointed to find out that I’m just visiting?”

He shrugged, but smiled amusedly, never tired of your antics. “Kind of, yeah.”

“Kind of?” Your raise your voice playfully, placing your hand on your chest in offense.

“Okay, okay, the truth is, I would’ve been devastated to know that you didn’t actually live here,” he says, chuckling.

“Devastated, huh?” You smirk, taking out a pen (that you kept on yourself after finding it before the reception because you did plan to give your number to him tonight) and a clean napkin you had from earlier. You began to write down your phone number, then handed him the completed note. “Don’t hesitate to call.”

“And if next year does result in the failure of all technology?” He raises an eyebrow, making you scoff, taking back the napkin and scribbling more down.

“Then don’t be afraid to be old fashioned and write me a damn letter,” you grin, handing him the napkin once again. It had not just your name and phone number, but your house address as well.

Mike smiled to himself, knowing that his awkward, yet cheesy ass would send you flowers at your doorstep one of these days. What a total pansy.

“I had a great time tonight,” you tell him quietly, looking into his sweet, brown eyes.

“I did too,” he nodded, smile only widening.

“Never thought, uh… This sorta, um, ‘thing’ would happen to me during someone else’s wedding. They weren’t lying when they’d say romance is in the air, huh?”

“You sure it’s not just the gas leaks?”

You chortle. “Mike—”

“Or Emmett’s grandmother’s unnecessarily strong perfume?”

The two of you laugh hysterically, and you add on yourself. “Or the shitty pot that Quinn’s sister snuck in?”

And as soon as your laughter died down, you found yourselves kissing each other deeply, your hands cupping his face as you feel his soft lips against yours. There was no specific, long quiet moment that led up to the kiss, it just… happened. There was a mutual understanding between the two of you, in which you both had the urge to press your lips against each other.

You two look into each other’s eyes silently once you pulled away gently from one another’s lips. A smile rose at both of your faces as you began to giggle with him sweetly. His laugh was addicting, as you observed from before, and his face even more enthralling, with his pretty smile and big bright eyes.

Your thumb was still under his chin as he waited in anticipation, for your lips to come in contact with his again. The two of your eyes had been half-lidded ever since the first kiss, and they completely closed once again as your lips crashed onto his again, the kiss done much more confidently than before.

“Take me out next week, will you, Mike?” You pulled away, raising an eyebrow.

“Y-y-yeah, sure. For sure,” he replied, making you two laugh together again, attaching your lips together once more.

[morphean42]

Working on my soulmate WIP diligently, it’s 10k words already and it’s sort of all over the place (I have too many ideas and might need to just take some parts out and write another fic with them) but here’s a preview of what’s to come

I wanted to explore a world where soulmates are less of a “true love” sort of thing and more “someone who will be important to you in some way”. Of course, society treats the idea of soulmates as a strictly romantic thing (especially in Edwin’s time) and many people use their apparent soul bond as an excuse to harm others.

I’ve always been interested in soulmate AUs, how they would affect the society and way relationships form, and I thought DBD would be a fun fandom to explore that in. So yeah, Edwin and Charles aren’t soulmates in this, because they aren’t supposed to meet. How wonderfully romantic it is to fall in love anyway?

(Please if you enjoy this at all let me know, as I said my Google doc is a mess right now and I need motivation to edit and finish it)

It is in the summer of his 16th year that Edwin Payne meets his soulmate. It is July and he would quite literally like to be anywhere else, the heat is oppressive even indoors as he sits stiffly on the chaise longue beside his betrothed.

She wears a respectable pale blue dress that flares out at her ankles, her blonde hair is neatly tied up, and she never once smiles with her teeth. In fact, they do not so much as look at one other during their conversation, opting to stare out the bay window across the room.

“You seem like a very lovely young lady,” Edwin says, because he has no clue what else to say. She nods once at the compliment and does not seem offended by the lack of emotion he holds towards her.

“I look forward to our continued courtship.” In the corner of the room Edwin can feel the heavy stare of his soulmate’s governess. He knows this is utterly wrong (they are soulmates, the woman should have to beat them away from each other. Yet, the idea of trying to kiss this girl sends a shudder through him), but he does not know how to fix it.

They met the way offspring of the rich often do; parents having hired a professional soulmate tracker. After a month of worrying (what if she was lower class or, god forbid, not English. If his soulmate was of lesser stock, obviously it meant he was too and his parents would not hesitate to send him away for good) he finally received the notice— Miss Eliza Geralds had been located.

So, here he sits. She is of noble blood, the match will be beneficial for both of their families. Edwin tries, as he looks at her, to imagine all the things he should feel; the overwhelming love, the feeling of two puzzle pieces snapping together. The problem is he doesn’t feel anything of the sort— just vaguely sweaty.

The whole soulmate business was something he never quite got, after all. Here they were, the intangible red string that proclaimed them to be the perfect match for each other laying neatly between them, and he felt nothing. Yes, objectively he could say she was pretty. Yes, objectively he would say she was smart. In fact, as they met and talked and he realized this was the woman he would be married to in just a few years, Edwin could not say he minded her being his soulmate. If it had to be someone, he would take her.

But, and there is always a but where he is concerned, he does not love her. While he is not an enjoyer of romance novels (preferring detective stories in which the mystery overshadowed any relationships) he knew the basics of how this was supposed to go. Man meets woman, they are soulmates, they fall madly in love at first sight. He doesn’t feel anything except slightly uncomfortable as the future Mrs. Payne smiles (tightly, showing no teeth) and says he is ‘not as bad as he could be’ (Sherlock Holmes had a point when he said “the motives of women were inscrutible”, because what the devil could that mean?) as their initial meeting draws to a close.

When he goes to bed that night he runs a finger over the red string that sits upon his wrist. It is more a curse than ever, tying him to a life he wanted to escape. There’s a war on, they say it will be over soon enough (they have been saying that for two years now), and Edwin knows if it lasts much longer he will be sent off with the rest of his class. He will be sent off with his class to drown in mud and bullets and gas, and when he returns (will he ever return?) there will still be no escape, for Eliza will be waiting and he will be responsible for her.

His future is mapped out and crystal clear. Fight for England (try not to die). Go to law school (graduate early, do not be there longer than he has to). Marry the girl (the wedding will be small and he will practice in the mirror until he looks in love enough as to not break her heart). Have children (he will try to love them, better than his parents did for him, but he will mess it up of course. He only hopes they turn out more like their mother). Die (It will be nice to finally rest away from the expectations that weight down his every step. He can only hope it will be quick). He tugs the string that chains him down and felt a distant thrum of unease mingle with his own anxiety. Eliza is just as doubtful as he, it seems.

The thing about a soulmate is that they were truly nothing but a wild guess, a stab in the dark, an attempt at unconditional love. Edwin knew of soulmates who could never imagine life without the other. Edwin knew of soulmates who fought violently and spewed hateful words. Edwin had heard of a man and woman who were soulmates, the man murdering the woman in the middle of a crowded street. So, soulmates. Was your supposed other half your better or your worse?

Fight in the war (don’t die). Go to law school (do it quickly). Marry the girl (learn to fake it well). Have children (they will be the best part of him). Die (quick, in his sleep, no suffering).

Five months later Edwin accomplishes the last one. He was right, the actual dying bit is very quick. There is suffering, though. He suffers more in those last seconds than all his years on earth. He doesn’t notice the string fade to gray and slip from his wrist as his body is disintegrated and dragged to Hell. There is no comfort in Hell, after all, not even from a girl he could only teach himself to love.

[badcaseofcasey]

Steddie Soulmate/Met as Kids AU - Part 7 (The End) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

a/n: we’ve made it to the end, folks! I have had so much fun posting this and seeing all of your reactions as I went, so thanks for coming along on this ride with me! I’ll be posting the full fic to AO3 soon, so keep an eye out for that. Without further ado, the final installment (for now…)!

The next thing Steve knew, he was blinking back against the light, the room filled with a warm late morning sun. He and Eddie had gravitated towards each other during the night and he woke up with his arm slung low across Eddie’s hips. They were still facing each other so Steve could see Eddie’s peaceful expression as he slept.

Steve let out a huge sigh of relief when he felt Eddie’s breath moving his arm up and down where it rested. According to the clock on the nightstand, Steve had gotten a miraculous six hours of sleep without waking up from a nightmare or tossing and turning over worries about whether or not everyone was safe. Steve knew it was likely because the person he worried about the most had been lying safely next to him.

The other benefit to sharing a bed with Eddie was that he got to watch as the other man slowly woke, eyes scrunching up to keep out as much of the light as possible, to stay in his cocoon of sleep as long as he could. It was adorable, Steve didn’t mind admitting it, and he couldn’t help the smile across his features either.

“You see something you like?” Eddie asked, voice rough with sleep. “Just saying, it’s been a while since I’ve woken up to a pretty boy in my bed looking at me like that.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Take me out to dinner first, Munson.”

Eddie’s eyes slowly opened and Steve noticed, not for the first time, that they were the color of molten chocolate when the light hit them just right.

“Morning,” Steve said. “How do you feel?”

“Like a bunch of interdimensional hell beasts used me as a chew toy,” he responded. “But I feel less like that than I did yesterday, so I’m going to count it as a win.”

“Good,” Steve said.

They were both quiet for a few minutes, soaking in the warmth of the sun streaming in through the windows and of each other’s body in the bed next to them. Eventually, Eddie sighed and held his eyes open.

“I think I promised you a conversation,” Eddie began.

“That you did,” Steve said, steeling himself.

“I just want to know… What does all this mean to you?” Eddie asked. “Because for a long time, I had this idea in my head of what would happen when I found my soulmate again, but then we did see each other and it was… not like that. But recently, things have been different and I know you and I both aren’t the same kids we were at the park, or even the ones we were in high school. So.”

“So,” Steve agreed. “I see why you’d want to talk about that.”

“And I grew up with this image of my soulmate as this dragon slayer, the person who could battle away anything that was bothering me and make it all okay again. And not two weeks ago I watched you do literally that - with demobats instead of dragons, but still.”

Steve laughed slightly. He was suddenly self-conscious about where his arm rested on Eddie’s hip, but when he tried to pull it back, Eddie just scooted closer to keep Steve’s hand where it was. Eddie’s arm was steadfastly around Steve’s shoulders as it had been when they’d fallen asleep.

“And, to put it all out on the table,” Eddie continued, “because I literally almost died and that puts things in perspective like no other, let me tell you, and because I’m sick of not saying it anymore - I’ve kind of been falling steadily head over heels in love with you since I saw you kill a demobat with your teeth, and I don’t see that changing any time soon.”

Steve sucked in a breath, eyes wide. He wasn’t quite sure he had heard Eddie correctly. After everything he’d done to basically reject Eddie over the years, he hadn’t dreamed that Eddie could really love him. And yet, here Eddie was, admitting it out loud and without shame that he didn’t just love Steve, but that he was in love with him. And wasn’t that a miracle, in and of itself.

But Steve must have been processing in silence too long, because it was Eddie’s turn to try and pull away, muttering about how he didn’t expect anything, and how he knew that there were such a thing as platonic soulmates, and it was okay if Steve didn’t feel the same way - and that just wouldn’t do.

Steve used the hand on Eddie’s hip to keep him still and brought his other one up to cup Eddie’s cheek where it rested against the pillow and angle his face so that Steve could press their lips together in a sweet, but sure kiss.

Eddie sucked in a breath as soon as their lips touched and Steve could sense his surprise even before he pulled back to look at him.

“I’ve already got the one platonic soulmate,” Steve said. “And honestly, she’s kind of a handful. Not sure I could handle another.”

Eddie looked at Steve like he was a wondrous thing and huffed out a laugh. “Thank god. Because I was talking a big game about being fine with whatever you were ready for, but I think it honestly would have killed me if you had wanted to keep things friendly.”

“Definitely not,” Steve smiled before leaning in to kiss Eddie again, this time angling his body a bit more on top of Eddie’s so Eddie’s head could rest on the pillow.

They stayed like that for hours, swapping gentle kisses - and some not so gentle - and basking in the glow of being together and on the same page for the first time since they were kids in a park fighting dragons. 

Steve had nearly stopped in his tracks when he pushed Eddie’s shirt up to feel the warm, still-healing skin and saw his own handwriting snaking along Eddie’s rib cage. Eddie had been right - there were a few letters missing and a few others stretched into scar tissue, but they were still perfect to Steve, and it felt like a punch to the gut to see them there for the first time, proof that Steve hadn’t lost Eddie after all.

Eventually, they would leave the safety and stillness of their bed to start their day, running into Wayne in the kitchen who gave them a knowing look when they arrived together from the downstairs bedroom. They would find their way around each other, adjusting when needed to fit the other into their respective lives. Eddie never did move out of Steve’s place, even when he was fully-healed, not until they all moved out - Wayne to his new trailer, furnished by a shady wing of the US government, Eddie and Steve to their first apartment together.

And though the rest of the dragons they would face were of the metaphorical kind rather than the interdimensional hell beast variety, they would always face them together.

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[seungkw1]

untitled (hoshi oneshot)

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader (gender not explicity mentioned)

word count: 1.3k

genre: exes to lovers, non-idol au

warnings: drinking, cursing, implied sex

author's note: hi this is literally the very first fic i've ever written in my life!! it's just a short one but any constructive feedback is appreciated :)

What an annoying fucking day. 

Missing the bus and being late for work, coworkers getting on your nerves, and to top it all off you completely forgot to do that important task that was due today, so you ended up staying late. It was only Tuesday, but you needed a goddamn drink.

It was already dark by the time you stepped out into the freezing cold air, and you huddled up in your coat as you made your way to the mediocre dive bar down the block. Not your top choice, but it was close. You ordered a vodka soda and zoned out as you listened to whatever depressing ass Smiths song was playing - shitty vibe, but you were too tired to care. 

So when the man you had vaguely noticed was staring at you from your peripheral vision got up and headed towards you, you sighed as you turned to immediately shut that shit down. 

“Sorry but I am really not in the mood for a conversation right n-“ your stomach dropped as you made eye contact with the all-too-familiar face. 

“I thought that was you,” your ex-fiancé said sheepishly. 

Frozen in shock, it took you a good five seconds for you to utter a response. 

“Soonyoung?”

What the FUCK was he doing here?

As if he read your mind, he explained, “I’m in town this week for a work conference, but I didn’t expect to run into… anybody I knew.” He paused, waiting for your reaction. More silence. After what felt like an eternity you finally snapped out of it.  

“Um… me neither.” 

Jesus Christ, pull yourself together. 

It had been nearly two years since you last saw him. The breakup had felt like a relief then - he was moving across the country and you never planned to see or hear from him again. Especially not in some random fucking bar on a Tuesday. 

Your heart raced as you noted that he looked good. Like, really good. 

“Mind if I join?” he gestures to the vacant seat next to you. 

“Yeah, definitely. I mean- no I don’t mind. Sorry yeah go ahead, sure” you tripped over your words. Why the hell are you so nervous? It’s just your ex. 

Yeah, just the person I very nearly married. Just the person I had once considered my soulmate…

You shove that thought to the back of your mind. 

Soonyoung sits down and awkwardly begins to make small talk - something neither of you are that great at. You chat politely for a few minutes, asking each other the usual generic questions.  There’s clearly so much you want to say to each other, but you both hold back. 

“Soooo… how’s the…” he pauses. Shaking his head, he abandons whatever he was going to say. He turns and makes eye contact with you, giving you a questioning look. You feel your heart rate spiking. You try not to think about how handsome he looks right now. 

“Do you still like playing pool?” He nods his head over to the open pool table in the corner. A smile involuntarily creeps onto your face and you see his eyes light up in response. The tension suddenly melts away. 

“Only if I can still kick your ass.”

—

A few drinks and several rounds of pool later, you and Soonyoung are laughing it up as if you hadn’t spent a single day apart. 

“Tired of losing yet?” you taunt sarcastically. You are both terrible at pool and neither of you even know how to play properly. But neither of you care about the game at this point anyway - you’re lost in old stories and inside jokes. 

And god, he looks REALLY good. 

Soonyoung pulls out his phone and laughs as he checks the time. 

“Uh-ohhh, it’s gotten prettttty late. We better get you home before you turn into a pumpkin!” You roll your eyes but feel a sudden tinge of sadness. You were truly enjoying yourself - more than you had in a long time - and you weren’t ready for the night to end. But it was getting a bit late. 

“Ugh let me check the train, who knows how long until the next one.” You go to put your coat on but he’s already holding it up for you, not realizing his old habit. 

“Fuck the train, I’m driving you home! It’s toooo cold,” he insists. You let out a short laugh - he only had one more drink but he was clearly drunk. 

“No, dummy, you are in no condition to operate a vehicle. I’ll drive for you.” 

—

You park Soonyoung’s car near your apartment building. He’s mostly sobered up by this point, but he’s clearly a little embarrassed about the fact that he had spent a good chunk of the ride crying as he apologized and confessed that he really missed you. But honestly, you realize that you had really missed him too. 

“Welp, here we are… guess I’d better get going,” he says, trying to hide his mopiness at the thought of leaving you. He slowly starts to open the passenger door but you catch his sleeve to hold him back. As you pull him back into his seat you find your hand subtly sliding up around his bicep. Fuck, he was even more muscular than you remembered. 

“Excuse me but I am not letting you behind this wheel until you are fully sobered up, which you clearly are not,” you tell him firmly. “Come on babe, we’re going inside and getting you something to eat.” The affectionate name rolled off your tongue so naturally that you didn’t even notice you’d said it. 

His eyes light up again. He had always been stunning, but in this moment he was insanely hot. Still holding onto his bicep, memories of his toned body flash through your mind as you feel the heat rising inside you. 

Is this really happening? Fuck, I want him so bad. 

And the way he looks back at you, you know he wants you too.

—

“What do you want, leftover pizza? A sandwich? Ramen?” 

“Ooooh RAMEN!” Soonyoung exclaims eagerly as he comes running into the kitchen. “Pretty please,” he adds with a goofy grin. It all felt so natural. You didn’t realize how much you had missed this, missed him. 

“Drink this,” you force a cup of water into his hands. Your hands brush and you instantly get butterflies. 

Jesus what is this, a middle school crush?? 

He locks eyes with you. Huge pang in your stomach. 

Okay, yeah. You need him. Badly. Right now. 

Overwhelmed, you panic and turn back to busy yourself with the ramen, but you find yourself too distracted to even continue that. 

Soonyoung can’t wait any longer. He grabs you by the hips and turns you around, pulling your body into his. He’s already excited, and you feel his excitement grow even more as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you with more intensity than you’ve ever felt before. 

Fireworks. Electricity. All the things. In that moment, nothing in the world mattered but you and Soonyoung.

God damn. 

He breaks the kiss so he can take a look at you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that right?” He gently grabs your chin and tilts your face up toward him, going in for another kiss. 

You suddenly become aware of the ramen packet that’s still in your hand. You giggle and he ends up kissing you on the teeth. You both burst out laughing and Soonyoung pulls you even tighter into his arms. You feel both of your hearts pounding in your chests. 

He places his forehead against yours. “Soooo…”

“Soooo what?” You give him a tiny peck on the lips. He gives you a tiny peck back. 

“Soooo aren’t you gonna invite me into your room?”

“What for?” you ask coyly. 

“Mmmm I think I have a few things in mind,” he says in a low voice. 

“Like whaaaat,” you tease. 

You feel the both of you becoming even more excited as he mutters into your ear. 

“Mmm I like the sound of that,” you say softly. Then jokingly, “but what about your ramen?”

“I think I have an appetite for something else now…” 

[end]

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[womenlovewanda]

Such was your love

jill roberts x fem!reader

warning : smut, gore, death, jill being extremely hot, handcuff 👀

words : 3,5k

english is not my first language

Jill was the type of girl that you could never take your eyes off of; with her long brown hair and her pretty eyes that looked like the glow of a distant firefly, she was a catch for sure.

You and she weren't the best match for each other at first; she was the type to get people's attention, and she was much more of an extrovert (her ex was literally one of the most popular guys at Woodsboro High School) compared to you. 

So you needed someone more relaxed, more sarcastic, more impulsive, more like a friend, to rebalance your social circle. 

And there she was, Kirby.

You loved Kirby; in a way, she had become the most important thing in the world to you; she was your platonic soulmate. You two would have weekly horror nights and stay up late till the sun came up; you couldn't go a day without spending time with Kirby.

Then Jill came into your life in a more intimate way—someone who stole your heart in the best and worst way possible all at the same time. Jill was all that you thought about, and you would do anything for her.

But was she doing the same for you ?

Even though you were happy with your girlfriend, there was a deep-rooted feeling that never seemed to go away—a strange feeling.

It was a regular weekend, and Kirby was at your house ready for another round of horror-movie shenanigans. 

“ Friday the 13th again ? ”, asked the girl with short blond hair.

“ It's classic, Kirby, and it's literally friday the 13th today ! ”, you said while chuckling.

The two of you laughed as you picked your favorite genre to watch, and when you returned to the living room, you were surprised to see Jill wasn't there yet.

But not really.

You had a fight with your girlfriend a few days ago. She seemed tense at the moment, maybe because of the exams, but she had been very mean, especially to Kirby.

You knew Jill was a bit of a jealous type, but it had always been cute. Unfortunately, right now her possessiveness was starting to choke you up and making you feel uncomfortable. So you and Kirby decided to do a horror night without her.

You were watching an older black-and-white horror movie (after she literally begs you to give Jason a rest for putting the movie on a hundred times), with plenty of cheesy blood and jumpscares. You watched the two lovebirds get chopped up one by one as the lights from the TV cast eerie shadows all around you.

Your friend's legs rested on your thighs as she lay comfortably on the couch with a beer in her hand. You loved those moments; it was the kind of thing you and Jill couldn't live since a few months. Your relationship seemed to be about to crash, which worried you, but luckily Kirby had been there to give you advice and spend time with you.

She was truly the best friend you could dream of.

And as usual, your friend ended up dozing on your sofa; it was quite funny to see her almost falling asleep half her body on the carpet.

So you decided to go change into your pajamas while she was sleepy. As you slowly make your way up the stairs, the light from the TV flickers against each wall as you pass by them in the darkness, you reach the top of the stairs the floor creaks and a chill runs down your spine.

The quietest of noises felt unbelievebly loud, like you could hear a pin drop. Your skin prickled and your heart began to race in anticipation of what was to come, it felt like you were in a movie, the type that would be nominated for a Golden Globe for best horror movie.

As you turned the corner into your room, you close Immediately the door behind you in inexplicable fear, you couldn't help but hold your breath in suspense, it felt like you were going to be jumpscared by a killer anytime soon, you quickly put your pyjamas and turned towards the door again to get out of your room.

The light from downstairs was flickering wildly, it felt as if you were on the brink on losing your mind, and reality was quickly starting to fall apart around you.

You suddenly could hear the sounds of a knife being plunged into the flesh it took you by surprise ; surely Kirby had turned up the sound of the horror movie to freak you out. It wasn't the first time she tried to scare you, the girl loved to do it.

But the flesh sounded echoed throughout the house like the crackle of thunder before an electrical storm, the sounds were loud and horrific, they seemed to shake the entire foundation of the house.

Immediately all is chaos as Kirby's bloodcurdling gasp pierces your ears, you walk out stairs to see her lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling, her mouth was open, and you were certain you could hear Kirby's last words that were cut off so suddenly.

“ P-please... ”

Kirby's blood ran down like a crimson river, soaking into the carpet and pooling on the floor, her body twitching as Ghostface stabbed her brutally over and over again.

What you saw before sent a shockwave down your spine and made you freeze still like a deer in headlights, you couldn't speak or run, you could only watch in silent the horror.

The killer in the mask turns and sees you, a wicked giggles runs up his lips as he begins to walk slowly to the stairs, his cold, ghostly and emotionless eyes fixed directly onto you as he lifts his knife, slowly, almost as if he is saying 'come here'.

« Are you scared little girl ? »

Ghostface's deep voice made you aware of the situation, without even responding you turned your head to look at your friend's body on the ground, you were paralyzed.

And he seemed to notice that, so he backed away from you, as if letting you digest the events that had just happened.

It was so unreal, Kirby dead and now Ghostface leaving you without a single scratch.

2 days since Kirby died, and truth be told, you felt empty the first day, but Jill didn't even give you the second day to mope. She was constantly on you, watching you with a big smile on her face. You would have thought her behavior excessive before the accident, but now you were just so grateful that she cared for you so much. Her sticky side that scared you away was at this moment so comforting and addictive.

Jill invited you to come to her house to take care of you for a few days. She was especially happy to have you for herself without her mom at home to disturb the wonderful moment between you and her.

You waited on the bed while your girlfriend was in the bathroom , and you skipped the TV channels without much interest.

Living in Woodsboro, it was certain to see only information about Ghostface, and honestly, you didn't want to hear about Ghostface anymore; you wanted a normal life, a normal high school life and you knew Jill would be the best person to make you feel that way.

Seeing that your girlfriend was still in the shower and that you were suddenly thirsty, you decide to get up to get the bottle of water from the bedside table. In fact, since Kirby's murder, you were constantly afraid to go anywhere alone, even in another room, so you decided to settle for water almost finished.

Your limbs were in pain coming out of your sitting to standing position on the floor, and stepping forward to grab whatever you want, you feel your foot like slipping under some kind of wet tissue. Thanks to your watchful mind, your hands move fast enough to hold themselves against a piece of furniture in Jill's bedroom.

“ Fuck ! ”

Surely the whole thing made you tense and embittered, so you immediately knelt on the floor to violently grab the thing under Jill's bed that had nearly got you a broken arm or especially a bump on the head. You was ready to rip the cloth, or whatever it was.

Your angry eyes suddenly blank, observing what you had in your hand; even the sound of your breathing was gone. Only your hands trembled before they let go of the bloodied Ghostface costume.

“ No...it's just... ”

Without further ado, in a rush, you decide to sort out all the things that could be under the bed of your potentially killer girlfriend. The wet metal under your fingers made your blood run cold. You pulled the object out from under the bed and stared at it in pure terror.

“ ...I have to go away... ”

Your head ached, you felt like your brain was about to explode, and your breath seemed to burn your lungs. Your whole being seemed to experience the worst torture.

“ Where ? ”

Jill's voice that had always been your favorite thing, but right now sounded like your nightmare sight. And you know you can't fight her; she killed Kirby, the strongest girl you ever knew.

Her arms wrap around you suddenly; she rests her head on your shoulder, her breath is heavy and warm against your neck; it's almost... comforting.

She knew you were in the middle of an inner struggle between hating her or letting it go, and she knew the answer well.

In fact, Jill knew absolutely everything about you, from A to Z. She thought she had the right to know everything about you, even your dirty secrets; you were hers after all. When you decided to go out with her, it was confirmation that you would be hers forever, that you had to submit, you were going to submit.

“ You know I love you, i did it for you, for us. 'Cause that fucking bitch Kirby wanted to take you from me, you know ! ”, said your girlfriend with bitterness in her voice

Jill moved in front of you and held your shoulders firmly enough to make you frown in pain. She looked so normal in front of you—she just looked like the girl you fell in love with, yet you knew she wasn't anymore, but your body seemed not to follow this.

“ I know you understand why I did this and I think you'll understand too if I punish you for making me jealous of that bitch. ”, Jill whispered that in your ears, her voice was rough.

Her breath against your skin made every cell in your body scream, begging for her touch. You felt so bad for wanting Jill in such a situation; you knew what she had done, yet her fingers on your lip and rubbing your thigh make you helpless.

You didn't want to succumb, but your closeness to your girlfriend said otherwise. You were biting your lip like that might seal them up and keep you from throwing yourself against her. It was so hard to resist when Jill looked at you with such hunger in her eyes.

“ Be a good girl, I hate it when you act like a disobedient brat ”

Jill grabbed your waist harshly and lifted you off the floor to push you onto the bed, making it creak at the force she slammed you against. You were weak under her, and she knew that you couldn't resist for long; you love her too much to sulk.

You were her prey, and she wanted to consume you in the best way.

Her hands went under your shirt not to caress your skin but to grip it hard, as if she was afraid that you were escaping; she had to mark you, you belonged to her. And you wondered why she looked so hot doing that, why you felt wet about her being so mean to you.

“ Jill... ”

Her smile was so big seeing her girlfriend under her like that. You were so needy and Jill couldn't think of a better way to please you than to come and bite every inch of your neck and collarbone. She knew it was a soft spot in you and your moaning was proof of that.

“ Say what you want, baby ”, said Jill with a smirk

It was as if your whole mind was dizzy by the warmth of your ghostface girlfriend's body; she apparently had the power to make you forget all notions of right and wrong and to simply let yourself be attracted by her touch. A kind of instinct calling you to beg Jill to please you.

“ I want you, Jill ”

Damn, how could she refuse when your tender eyes beg her with all your soul. If that's what you wanted, then Jill was going to enjoy fucking you hard and making you scream.

You felt the brunette's hands go over your body, undress you impatiently ; with a kind of savagery that did not resemble her but that you loved despite everything. And she caress your thighs, near the place where you expected the most. You couldn't hide your impatience, begging in sad moans and pushing your legs towards her hand, seeking contact.

She seemed to have noticed this, and she wanted to have a little more fun in her teasing, so she ran her long thin cold finger over your panties. At that, she saw you flinch in pleasure; she knew you were impatient, and she liked it; but above all she wanted to see you vulnerable, it was a punishment after all.

“ You are too impatient, I should remedy that ”

She fetched a few things from one of the drawers in her bedroom table, and you were way too ecstatic to pay attention. It's when Jill roughly grabs your wrists that you notice and feel the cold metal handcuffs closing around your hands. You knew where Jill got it, but you were way too excited to think about anything but her fingers pumping inside you. It was really hot you can't lie.

“ It's time to give you a lesson, behave well or... ”

Jill's simple smirk was enough to finish her sentence. You knew your girlfriend well enough (or not) to know that she might leave you unfinished if you misbehaved, and honestly, you didn't want that. You then just agreed to have your hands tied above your head to one of the bed rails, it turned you on even more. Your girlfriend unlike you, was ready to forget about the handcuffs; she herself was too eager to get her fingers inside you—those same fingers that held the knife to kill Kirby.

Without even waiting for your attention or request, Jill ripped the white panties off your legs, and a most delicious sight awaited her under the now freshly cut fabric. She saw it on her own; you were dripping for her, and she almost wanted to laugh about it, laugh about how you stayed so excited when you just found out she was Ghostface.

Were you so desperate to be fucked by her fingers and her tongue ? You must have been, she think to herself when she saw your wet thighs from your liquid.

She then placed her thumb on your entrance, rotating and pressing against your clit. She wanted to see your pretty face as she teased you, and she was more than happy to see you frown and bite your lip trying to resist to her caresses. How cute it was to see you even think that you could stay good, Jill knew you so well, she knew that you would soon be asking for her touch.

But seeing you like this more than usual made her clench her jaw; she wanted to see you beg so she could punish you. If you try to play it calm, you will lose. Jill gripped your neck with her free hand as she dug two fingers into you so hard she knew you couldn't hold back a moan. And she was right; feeling your girlfriend's fingers inside you makes you feel shiver all along your spine, it's been so long since she fucked you like this.

It seemed that Kirby's death had been a good accelerator for you to reconcile with Jill and for her to be able to please you again.

You couldn't keep your loud moans locked up anymore, and your girlfriend's fingers pumping inside you was the reason.

The urge to scream the brunette's name and let all of Woodsboro know how she could subdue you was so big, and you were pretty sure that sooner the neighbors would hear you. But that wasn't the most important thing right now.

Only the wet sound of Jill's fingers striking you deep inside and her heavy breathing could be heard in the utter silence of the room, and for Jill, it was definitely music to her ears. She didn't know if she felt like she was composing one of the most beautiful songs or if she was the conductor, but one thing was sure: she was not going to stop there.

« You're such a good girl to moan in my ear, admit you want me between your thighs, baby », she says, in her harsh and... familiar voice.

It was Ghostface's squeaky voice, oh gosh, Jill probably wanted you to have a kink for that voice changer because, weirdly the voice was ruining even more the wet and horny state you were in.

Your legs wrap impatiently around her waist, seeking the slightest friction, even if it's not quite what you want it to be.

And Jill laughed, seeing you like this even more desperate for her; that was what she expected of you, that you were all at her mercy and powerless without her presence. She had to be indispensable in your life; it was the only right answer.

She then descended under your pleas, licking her lips while her face was only inches away from the place of all your desires. Her hot breath was so close and made your sensitivity hard to hold back, it's like any moment you could just melt under her touch.

“ Fuck Jill ! Do it, i can't ! ”

It was exactly what she expected and hearing the handcuffs in your hands hitting the bed rails, she immediately knew she had to finish what she started. She licked without warning the inside of your wet thighs up to your entrance; her lips looked completely unreal against you, infact your moans according to Jill, could almost rival those of the worst amateur porn, it was so loud and deep. You knew that for you, every sound was a release of what was happening between your legs.

Seeing you fidget, Jill grabbed your waist tightly and forcefully spread your legs; she didn't want you closed, she wanted you all to herself. And she had to say that right now you tasted fabulous on her tongue; she almost wanted to thank Kirby for keeping you, and so she could realize what she had missed so much without you, but poor Kirby she wouldn't be there to hear Jill thank her for being able to eat you incredibly.

The approaching orgasm made your body twitch with spasm, the sound of your handcuffs against the bed getting louder and louder as you were desperate to detach yourself from the metal against your wrists. You could feel your thrilling excitement growing in your lower stomach, with every feel of Jill's flat tongue against you, you knew that soon, you'd be pouring out between your girlfriend's lips.

The brunette then stopped to look at you; her dilated pupils reflected a certain sadism—not to make you come right away, she took pleasure in seeing you bite your lips until you bled as you moaned mightily to reach the end of the torment dripping from you.

It was there, in your eyes, that she saw the thing, thing she was addicted to : your full submission to her. It shone so much in your eyes that she almost wanted to laugh.

You were so wrapped around her finger that you were there, letting yourself be fucked even though your best friend had just died, and by the same hands that were the ones spreading your legs right now.

« For me, pretty girl », said Jill in her Ghostface voice.

And like some magic wish-fulfilling formula, your orgasmic juices spilled between your thighs and Jill's mouth, as your moans of happiness echoed around the silent room. Your heart and breath quickened as your whole being recovered from this and your mind, alone, regained awareness of the situation.

Guilt came next. You felt deeply anxious; your formerly happy inside was now scared.

It was mostly disgust, not to have let this happen, but to realize that despite everything, you like it. You knew what Jill had done and what she was possibly going to do, and you couldn't help but want her more, you felt crazy thinking that way, it was wrong and yet your heart found it right.

She could see in your silence your inner struggle.

“ Jill i thi— ”

And upon noticing your lips moving to speak, she stopped you, letting you taste your seed in a hot kiss exchange. She didn't want to see you finish your sentence, to hear you say it, it would make you doubt, and she wanted you to succumb to her, in no other way.

You were hers and she knew the kiss would seal that affirmation. You, like her, knew that you would have no strength or desire to escape the lust of this relationship, it was far too comforting to let go of that.

Jill might be in all eyes the killer, the villain, the monster, you would never stop wanting to return to her arms.

Such was your love.

My first request and I took soooo long because of my exams ! sry ! :(

I will make sure to make the next requests quickly !

Anyway, I hope you like it 💚

[siunytoons]

guys guys guy

(reblogs r appreciated btw)

What if the life series went backwards

Enter secret life:

tame, people just milling about, doing tasks and stuff, making friends (except scar). The watcher, the secret keeper is the surrounding aspect. The closest the watchers have EVER been to the players.

People start dying, starting with a girl with no allies and a pumpkin themed house. Falling into the endless void. She can't share her secrets there.

Alliances stay steady. People begin killing each other, until only 4 remain. Two out of three of a band with no songs, one who lost everyone, and one who had nobody until the end.

Scott, inherently loyal, thinks "gem deserves this win more than I do" and sacrifices himself.

The two defeat the final band member, a note of melancholy in the air as they stare each other down. How could they betray each other?

Pearl, having lost her alliance, her mounders

Scar, who never had anyone

Both finding kinship in their loneliness

Pearl falls, scar wins

The villainy he was forced to commit means nothing now. What's the point of being victor with nobody else to celebrate

The clock strikes twelve, and suddenly

Tick tock

Everyone wakes up with a clock in their heart and only enough hours to get them through a day.

Scar remembers. Of course he does. How could he forget the secret he kept? How could he forget that it got him nothing?

He joins a family, their namesake becoming the very thing that ticks, every second inching towards their doom. The clockers.

Scott, who sacrificed himself, has a vague feeling in his heart. A feeling that maybe something came before this, before this endless tick tock.

Martyn comes along, they band together. Become the 'mean gills'. Martyn, who tried to kill him. But Scott is ever forgiving, isn't he. Always kind. Perhaps that's why the watchers do not like him. How could he have sacrificed himself previously? It makes no sense, this was a death game! He didn't follor the rules of red.

Strange how martyn and Scott teamed up, the one who was all bark and bite in a previous life, and the one who's final act was one of loyalty.

TNT falls from the sky, raining down like almighty retribution. Alliances are strong, and yet so subject to change.

Kaboom

And then there were three.

Impulse, the band member who perished before he could help his friends.

Scott, the fourth placer, who sacrificed it all for another

Martyn, a man plagued by visions of watchers. Whispering in his ears. Telling him secrets.

Scott calls for sentimentality

Martyn has another idea

And then

Tick tock

And then there was one

The tug of a string, hearts tied together.

Soulmates

People begin searching immediately. Searching for the one they've been bound to by the threads of the universe.

They all find each other.

"but why didn't pearl stop taking damage?"

Scott wondered. Why should he be with someone so careless? He would be vulnerable! And she had no regard for his own safety when she paraded around the server. She didn't even look for him!

Scott ran off with martyns soulmate. Perhaps there was some lingering resentment towards the man. Lingering from what? Scott didn't know.

Pearl was lonely. Pearl was so, so lonely. Ostracized by her soulmate, and the rest of the server, she became the 'scarlet pearl'. A witch who lived in a tall tower, torturing her soulmate who had cut ties with her all but literally (the string of fate still wrapped around them, their health symmetrical).

Pearl finds some solace in Scar, who's soulmate, a strange bird man named grian (who always introduced the games. Why was he always doing that?) ,was cheating on him with another. Two lonely people.

One with an alliance that fell apart.

And one with nothing at all

Strange how the roles had reversed since a previous season.

Scar still remembered.

The ranchers were out first, it seemed that after Lizzie died that first season, a canary named Jim took the brunt of death's grasp. He was out twice in a row first! In double life too. That's got to mean something, right?

Chaos followed that. People dying left and right, pairs of them.

And then there were four.

Cleo, a zombie who's soulmate wasn't her favourite man.

Scott, a man who felt uncared for by his soulmate, and cast her out, condemning her to loneliness

Martyn, a man who remembered his previous life, who messed things up with his soulmate after being the cause of her first death

Pearl, a lonely, slightly crazy woman who's only friends were wolves. They were her soulmates, she said.

Pearl was ruthless, killing martyn and Cleo with her army.

Scott was heartbroken. His soulmate, his true soulmate, Cleo, had died to the hands of his literal one.

Heartbroken, disguising his squalor with a self sacrifice, lit the TNT below him

2nd place again. In double life. How funny was that.

Pearl only saw the tnt until it was too late.

"tilly death do us part" and ode to Pearl's first wolf

Kaboom

Pearl awoke. She remembered everything. She remembered scott, how he'd sacrificed a win. For her. Maybe, she thought, maybe he still cared for her back in a previous life.

Maybe he could care for her in this one

They teamed up. Scott felt a connection to pearl, a melancholy one. It was as if she was literally tied to him by a string. Weird.

Scar followed another path of loneliness. Perhaps his family back in the land of ticking time was a fluke. Perhaps his was a face only a mother could love.

With 6 lives under his belt, and nobody to call a friend.

Martyn joined the southlanders, their name quite literal, having built their base in the south corner of the map. He was still plagued by the watchers voices, telling him what to do. They spoke in riddles. They spoke of Scott, a previous ally, of grian, his latest one.

Last Life was the bloodiest of them all. With so many lives to lose, people began treating them as a resource. Trading them around, destroying them.

A wither here, steady alliances crumbling to the ground. Blood, betrayal. Even greens and yellows weren't safe, having been inflicted with the curse of the Boogeyman.

And then there were 4. There always seemed to be. Limited Life was an exception. It always seemed to be.

Perhaps Scott knew in his heart that this had happened before. Perhaps he was tired of sacrificing himself for others. His closest ally was dead, and he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

And he finally won.

Only to be taken out by an otherworldly force

The same one that plagued martyn. The one that told him to kill, that told him to destroy. The one that spoke of Scott with venom, as if he had wronged them.

And then came third life.

Scar was prepared for another lonely season. Of course he was. It would be no different to anything else. He was cursed to remember all the games.

And then grian, the one who had stolen his first life in Last Life. His soulmate in double life. His (lame) gang member neighbor in limited. Grian, who ran the games, who always treated scar strangely.

He killed him on accident.

Swearing his loyalty, grian promised to be in scar's service until he lost his first life.

They went to the desert, and monopoly mountain was born.

Scott teamed up with the resident canary. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps it was love. He wasn't sure. But maybe Jim wouldn't be out so early.

Pearl wasn't there.

Martyn swore his undying loyalty to a king.

Scar died a second time. Grian did not.

And so grian served the first red life on the server

Scar and Grian quickly became the villains. A lifestyle scar was woefully familiar with. It reminded scar of his time during the first season. The one where he was dragged along by a statue into becoming the villain, only to win.

Death after death after death. Red winter. The desert blew up. grian blew up. The flower husbands died.

Soon enough, it was only Scar, Grian, and Bdubs left.

Bdubs had killed someone for a clock. Perhaps it was for old times sake. Something about bdubs holding a clock reminded him of the bdubs he once shared a brothership with. Perhaps that's why he killed grian, knowing he wouldn't be fast enough to grab the 'no kill slip'.

He murdered bdubs soon after. Brothers by everything but blood. Blood that now stained the sword he held.

Grian was livid. All that time serving scar, and for what? To get murdered by him over a piece of paper?

"you may slay me and take the enchanter"

But he couldn't. He couldn't just do that.

The two walked to the desert.

A ring of cactus.

Scar was tired. He had won once before

He pulled his punches, bumped into the cacti on purpose.

And in the end, covered in poppies and lilacs. Just like the beginning.

Grian wept.

Scar smiled. He died smiling. He died knowing that grian would win.

The desert winds whipped at grian's face as he buried scar. The poppies and lilacs at his grave, a testament to his partner.

The desert winds that accompanied him on his fall down monopoly mountain.

And thus the cycle begins.

[music-orthemisery]

Hi! While we somewhat on the subject of Patrick’s solo project, can we talk about the hidden track on SP? Like… your thoughts, feelings, theories? What do you see when you listen to it? What feelings are you experiencing when you’re listening to the sounds at the end of the track???

Of courseeee we can talk about Cryptozoology, anon! I’m assuming that’s what you’re referring to, at least.

First, I’ll punt over to this ask @earlgreytea68 answered about this song because I think both she and anon made some great points! I especially love EGT’s comment re: naming a hidden song “cryptozoology.” It’s just so clever!

In terms of my own thoughts, this song definitely presents a few layers to me. The most obvious being him speaking to the music industry and the public/fans in response to him being out on his own. In general, I think Patrick is generally lying out his ass when he says that SP is all metaphorical commentary on the industry/society/etc., but this is one place where I do think that’s accurate. Patrick was in a place where he was desperate to be seen as his own artist - someone who could work magic without Pete and no longer be limited by the confines of FOB.

In terms of the visuals (the cryptozoology of it all), in my head this is Patrick being self-deprecating in a tongue-in-cheek way. He spent years being the guy in Pete Wentz’s shadow, and the ways he’d be described were rarely kind. You’d see nerdy, fat, unattractive, shy, etc. - which would then be paired with commentary on how he’s the primary songwriter and how “despite his looks” he’s essentially the hit factory.

So, now we have this guy emerging from the shadows. This guy who, compared to Pete, was less known, kinda weird looking, and, therefore, more mysterious…what could he bring to the table by himself? Who is Patrick Stump without Pete Wentz? Them being apart practically makes him a Cryptid because it just didn’t exist untold then. It was always at least the two of them.

There’s also the lyrics, “They got the search party looking for the ghost of the child/But what if he grew up? He never died.” Which is….ugh…basically pariah before pariah. I think his perspective here was more defiant (compared to pariah’s defeat), though. Like, ok, I’m being told that the only good I’ve created is shit I created when I was 18, but fuck that. I grew up and I’m here whether you like it or not and I’m not going to keep trying to please you. I’m going to create what I want to create. I don’t need to prove myself to you!

And, yes, that second part is also being spoken to Pete IMO. EGT’s ask that I linked to above echos my general thoughts on that aspect so I won’t go into it much more here.

Of course I need to acknowledge some p2-ness of it, tough, so I’ll focus on the source of Patrick’s bitterness here.

First off, I do not think Patrick was jealous of Pete’s attention. There is not a single thing about Patrick Stump that points to him wanting to be on the same level of fame and attention as Pete was back then.

In fact, going back to my earlier point about him emerging from Pete’s shadow - I’d argue that he was totally fine being in Pete’s “shadow” before, because I don’t think that’s how he saw it. Maybe he didn’t have words for it yet, but it goes back to what they still do now, which is protect each other. He wasn’t in Pete’s shadow. He was the reason he was able to put it all out there musically. They were doing it TOGETHER.

So, in my eyes, Patrick’s bitterness toward Pete, stemmed primarily from abandonment. His creative (and general life, ofc) soulmate had been punted into a completely different reality. Gone were the days where the two of them would spend hours writing and bickering and creating. Even starting in IOH era, there was tension building between them due to Pete’s obligations were taking him away from the studio. They weren’t doing this thing together anymore. Patrick was having to forge on “alone.” Not literally, of course, but I think you get where I’m going with this.

Additionally, referring back to the beloved Zane Lowe interview, Pete’s lyrics give Patrick purpose. Their creative energy is what gets him up in the morning. So, in Patrick’s words, not only was he losing Pete, he was losing his purpose.

(In my delusion p2 brain, IOH is also when the tensions of “what the fuck are we?” And Pete having to live up to the “Hollywood hottie” persona began. That’s a whooooole other post in itself that I’ve talked about a few times before but just had to throw that in there of course.)

So, this is both processing his emergence as his own person to the media and public, but also to Pete. I don’t need to prove myself to you. I don’t need you. I can do this all on my own.

In terms of feelings I experience, what I see, etc…I admittedly tend to intellectualize those things rather than fully acknowledge and experience them, so honestly the above answer probably best captures that as well, haha. Oh, and no clue about the outro sounds. I’m sure someone smarter than me may have some thoughts on that, but in my head Patrick is just playing into the Cryptid/hidden element with some sounds 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, I could yap forever about this but I’ll leave it there. Great question, anon! Thank you! Definitely gave me something to ponder during work today, haha!

[rabbitenn]

hello! is it alright if i request nagi x reader headcanons about how he would kiss his s/o 🥺 or maybe a scenario for a first kiss, thank you so much! i know you're doing a lot so please let yourself rest too and take your time!

ETERNAL NORTHERN LIGHTS.

How he kisses you, how it all started, lips on lips.

ft. Rokuya Nagi x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, mild angst, spoilers for part 5 of the story.

Hello, nonnie and thank you for requesting ! I’m so sorry this took forever… I hope you still like it <3

— Nagi is a romantic at heart.

— He’s all about charming his partner and sweeping them off their feet.

— We all know he leans a bit towards the… more dramatic side of things (in a good way, we love Nagi).

— And, naturally, that includes every kiss and affectionate gesture he shares with you.

— He just can’t give you any kiss. Each one has to be special in one way or another.

— So that means lots of cute dates, at locations he somehow has managed to find in the walks he takes (with the help of the little animals that follow him around and Iori, who always tags along for some reason – which we all know, really.)

— The result is unforgettable memories, idyllic sceneries, and your awestruck smiles reflected in the starry nights of your lover’s gaze.

— He always manages to surprise you in one way or another. Truly like a fairytale prince, having the perfect happily ever after with his lover.

— About how he kisses you, Nagi is sweet and gentle, prioritizing sensuality over frenzied passion.

— He is very in tune with others’ emotions, so he’s quick at picking up what you enjoy the most.

— But, to describe Nagi’s kisses is to open a book full of love poems, dedicated to a soulmate by starlight, in the afterglow of northern lights.

— An aftertaste of tenderness with hints of secrecy lingers when you two part, a mix of longing and warmth in his wake, making you lean in for more.

— And because what kind of gentleman denies a kiss from their pretty partner, he indulges you (and himself) in more.

— That is, at least until Mitsuki calls him to resume practicing.

— Nagi’s whining to his groupmate elicits a few chuckles from you, the scene not unlike the one from your first kiss.

♡

Perhaps you were overstepping here.

In the quite literal sense of the word. Coming to a whole other country just to bring your boyfriend back… Some might consider it extreme, others would think of it as a beautiful love story.

But the thing is, you were worried.

You are worried.

Just like that, one day, Nagi left Japan. Both you and his group mates only got a letter, addressed to both.

It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like him.

And what’s more, he hasn’t replied to any of your texts, nor has he picked up your calls.

This is unlike him.

So, knowing the rest of his team were headed to Northmeir to get him back, you couldn’t let this chance pass.

You are grateful to Takanashi productions for letting you tag along; a journey of this caliber all by yourself would certainly have been way more heavy on your heart.

—

As IDOLiSH7 prepare to shoot their new music video, you sigh.

Sitting on one of the benches of the royal palace’s chapel, you hope your partner shows up.

After all, the last time you saw him, he refused to speak in Japanese with you and Mitsuki, and the wound of his silence still lingers.

“Nervous, [Y/n]?” A certain orange haired boy asks you.

You lean back, looking up at him upside down.

“Kind of… Just… What if it goes like last time?…” You trail off, as you hang your head. “I just- I hope- I want him back, Mitsuki.”

The idol leans his arms on the bench, a melancholy smile on his lips, yet in his bright eyes lingers a spark of hope.

“I have a feeling we’ll get him back, you know.” Mitsu utters, looking up at the frescoes decorating the church’s ceiling. “He loves you, [Y/n]. The Nagi I know would never give up on you.”

With that, the clock strikes six.

“Well, it’s almost time to film my part.” Your friend announces. “Keep wishing for him, okay?”

You nod, your chin on your hand as you sit sideways on the bench.

Outside, the stars shine golden.

—

The clock strikes seven.

And you feel like the world is at an impasse.

It’s about time for Nagi to film his part.

You all came here for him, he should arrive soon.

Your gaze directs skywards, and the northern lights above the horizon seem a little closer.

“Is your prince running late to the ball, my dear?”

You turn around. And an horizon’s worth of wishes is mirrored in the night sky eyes you so adore.

The eyes that you had missed.

“Nagi?” You ask, breathless, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks, perhaps to check if he’s really tangible or just a mirage.

He places his own on top of yours, thumbs tracing soothing patterns over the back of your hands.

“I’m here, beautiful.” Are his words before his lips lock with yours for the first time.

Fire outlines a skyline made of snowy mountains, an explosion of aurora borealis like a rain of shooting stars; despite being so cold out here, your lover’s hands are so warm against your skin, his lips speaking the words unsaid in the last few weeks.

Perhaps this land was truly magical, after all; this is a love story, your love story.

And there couldn’t be a more perfect ending to your first chapter.

Or well, maybe it could, since a perky voice interrupts you two.

“Oi, Nagi! Come on, you’re up!” Mitsuki calls him, with a smile on his face, holding back tears.

You chuckle, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand one last time, leaving a kiss on the edge of his jawline, as he completes your favorite rainbow.

[yandereocs]

What would a scenario be like where Yandere Villain Bonnie, Obedient Bonnie, Zack, Royalty Bonnie, and Forgotten Bonnie find their soulmate in a reader who is, above all, a god of chaos. This reader has the ability to distort reality and control various forms of mystical energy, capable of fulfilling the deepest desires of their yanderes. The bond between them is so strong that, being soulmates, they are incapable of harming each other. (It would also be cool for the reader to give Zack powers and take Obedient Bonnie out of slavery)

* THIS IS PROBABLY THE MOST INSANE REQUEST YET HAHA

* Villain is already familiar with chaos magic. She gave chaos magic to her right hand man, after all. But she's never seen anything of this level. It kinda pisses her off a little. She's supposed to be the most powerful person! Not you! But when she hears about the whole "fulfilling desires" thing, she perks up a little. What she wants is a world without horrible people. No murderers, predators, things like that. A world of peace. If you can make that happen for her, she'll let the whole "God of Chaos" thing slide. And you do. In an instant her dream world comes true. She couldn't believe it. Now that her goal has been met, she doesn't really need to play the 'villain' role anymore. It's not an idea she's used to. But the idea of getting to relax with her soulmate in her ideal world...it gives her a chance to let down her walls. Not fully, of course. She's still ticked off about your power, and a little afraid. It's been a long time since she's been the weaker one. She may not be able to physically hurt you, but she becomes more overbearing than ever. Always watching you, keeping you locked up with her. Trying to find a way to get rid of your magic. She's determined to regain control.

* Obedient though you were messing around at first. A God of Chaos? There's no way. Not even hybrids got close to that level of magic. So imagine her surprise when her collar disappears from her neck and she can't find her owner. Honestly, her surprise is more of a bad reaction. She kinda freaks out. If you could do that with a snap of your fingers, what could you do to her? She imagines the worst. But as you assure her over and over that you would never dream of hurting her, that you CAN'T hurt her, and you just want to use your powers for GOOD, she calms down. At least a little. You gently walk her through your actions as you manipulate reality to get rid of the horrible slavery system she's been trapped in and as you create a new home for the two of you, away from everything. Recovery is hard. Her trauma affects her every day life and she feels like she isn't good enough for a literal god. She's clingier than ever, never wanting you to leave her sight for fear of you leaving and finding someone better. No matter how many times you assure her that you two are soulmates, she never feels enough.

* Zack was startled when he woke up one day with magic. He didn't understand it at first. He wasn't supposed to be able to use magic! But you, his sweet darling, explain everything. You had kept it a secret at first, not wanting to make his insecurities around magic worse. But you couldn't help it. He was your soulmate! And no matter how hard he tried, he always seemed so sad about his lack of magic. At first, Zack felt a little betrayed that you kept such a big secret from him. Did you not trust him? But he quickly got over it. He has magic now! He can learn all the spells and tricks his family has passed down for generations! He was ecstatic. He couldn't stop smothering you in hugs and kisses. He ended up whisking you away to a more secluded home so you two could talk more in detail about your powers, and so his stream of affections towards you wouldn't be interrupted. He's never felt so happy before. He spent most of the romantic getaway gushing about you and keeping you latched to his side in bed as he kissed every available part of your body. He just loved you so, so much. And now thanks to the gift you've given him, he'll make sure to keep you and his people safe and happy.

* Royalty didn't exactly like the idea of you being more powerful than her. She hates feeling weak and helpless. Not that you would ever purposefully do anything to make her feel like that, but just your mere existence sets her off a little. She's the queen, she needs to be the most powerful! How else is she supposed to make her kingdom strong? To have her kingdom flourish? To have her subjects know they're safe? You reassure her that you could easily make all that happen for her with just a snap of your fingers. After a lot of tweaking with the execution of Royalty's wishes (and a lot of snapping) you finally managed to satisfy her. She finally had a kingdom she felt like she - and her brother - could be proud of. Although she isn't happy about the power differences, there's no denying what you've done for her. And soulmates sound amazing to her. So she'll make you a ruler alongside her, watching over the kingdom and it's citizens while using your power to make sure everything stays absolutely perfect.

* Forgotten has seen a lot during her time in the void. All she can do it watch, after all. But she's never seen anything like this before. You just appeared in front of her one day. Oh-so casually gazing over her broken, transparent form. She's never even seen you before but just from looking at you for the first time she feels her heart race. As you go on to explain the whole soulmates and God of Chaos thing, Forgotten starts forming an idea in her head. Sure, you could easily warp time and space to bring her back to life, but she doesn't really want that. All she wants from you is to make the void less mind numbing and boring, and to give her a physical body. And, of course, you obliged immediately. The first thing she does is pull you into a tight hug, squeezing you as if she was scared you'd disappear right in front of her eyes. She's been alone for so long in the darkness. And now she has you. Her savior. Forgotten is usually a pretty calm yandere but she gets overbearing pretty quickly. She can't let you leave her sight. She finally got what she wanted and she's so scared it'll all go away. She's happily content to stay here in the void with you, away from everyone else, your attention unable to be stolen away.

[kanekoii]

sonny where hes childhood friends w the reader and they reconnect after years of not seeing each other (they become friends again and start hanging out again) and their old crush on each other gets rekindled or however u word it... (ive been having SO much brainrot recently i am not ok) anyways scenario of that if u dont mind?

lyra’s notes -> anon…you’ve given me the opportunity to write my favorite genre of fic…

pairing -> sonny brisko x gn! reader

genre -> scenario, angst, attempt at slowburn (my fav genre)

song -> gravitation - oneus

warnings -> attempt at slowburn, i’m sorry this fic is SO long, slight hint at soulmates au at the end

sometimes sonny really wondered wether or not you felt anything at all for him. it was a constant back and forth, much like the uneven orbit of a planet that was much more realistic than the commonly envisioned perfect orbit. when you were smaller children, the both of you were too young to understand the logic of drifting away from each other. yet as the years went on, he became more distant. the final nail in the coffin was when he moved away and you had lost contact completely with him.

he had never left your mind, and you sometimes stared at the stars, silently wishing he was looking at the same ones from wherever he happened to be, somewhere in the world. you had only one remnant of sonny, a necklace with a charm on it, the other half presumably still one of his most prized possessions.

sonny sighed to himself as he stared at the blank sheet of paper. perhaps these feelings would be better expressed to you in person, but would be really have the confidence to give these feelings a voice when you stood in front of him for the first time in years? he doubted the things about you that he had come to not just appreciate but to love with all his heart would have disappeared with the time spent apart, but all these emotions sonny kept to himself would ultimately mean nothing had he not given himself a chance to voice them at all. he’s a hardworking man; all the things he wanted, he worked to achieve. the only thing out of his grasp, and even then it was only ever so slightly, was your love. he wore his half of the necklace every day in a hopeless kind of hope that one day it would mean as much to you as it did to him.

the emotions the commanding officer of the virtual special forces flowed out through his pen and onto the previously blank paper that sat on his desk, waiting to be given a meaning to exist at all. he sent out the letter to you before he could second guess himself, or else all the words he had allowed to escape his heart would be ultimately meaningless and he’d be plunged into the darkness that is keeping these feelings a secret. with his luck, you would have found someone else by now. yet some, ever so small part of his heart and mind held so tightly onto the hope that you’d one day love him as if it were his last lifeline. that hope had been driving him forward since the day he left, so what was a little more?

as you walked to the spot the letter had asked you to meet him, you saw his familiar face, standing nervously in the crowd. the world seemed to fall away before you as you ran towards him as fast as your body would allow. every second, every minute had led to this moment as your heart practically beat out of your chest amidst the blurred colors of the people around you. as you jumped into his arms, he seemed to be the only thing in the universe that had mattered at all.

your love for him grew ever stronger as you spent days together through the summer and autumn, coming to a head in winter when he finally expressed his love for you through a kiss. maybe you were destined to gravitate together by the red thread connecting your hearts. through all, that thread had never broken or disconnected. you were quite literally destined to be with him.

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

A slightly less average day in Family Video

A girl with shoulder length blond hair and a huge stack of tapes goes to the counter. Steve, who had wrongly assumed that Robin could handle herself for ten minutes, tries to intervene. It is in vain. He is aware that it is in vain, even as he sprints towards them. Tapes clatter behind him on the floor. Unfortunately the noise is not enough to dissuade the innocent customer, who barely even pauses on her way to the ticking time bomb that is Robin Buckley.

He feels like in a movie, everything around him suddenly moving in an excrutiatingly slow pace. He is the only one who can see the incoming disaster, and yet there is nothing he can do but watch. Watch as Robin's lips twitch - not in the fun "I actually find your stupid joke hilarious but I refuse to laugh because it is so stupid and beneath me" way, but the decidedly more concerning "I am uncomfortable and overwhelmed someone get me out of this situation please". Watch as her nostrils start to flare in that particular way that means she is trying really hard not to burst into tears.

Oh dear.

Needless to say, the blonde does not take any of the tapes home with her. Steve watches in envy as she exits the shop. Ah, to be a free spirit, able to escape his soulmate's laments with no guilt or remorse or consequences. But alas, he has been cursed with a bleeding heart, a guilt complex the size of Indiana and a useless lesbian. And so, instead of doing the reasonable thing and escaping this hellscape, he goes towards the explosive variable. Dingus indeed.

"Hey, how about we take a break, huh?" Steve tries to recalls the rules about approaching wild animals - Dustin had a phase when he first got Dart. No loud noises. No sudden movements. Slow and steady. Take everything at the anima- at Robin's pace. (He'll have to tell her that one when she is less upset. She was literally named after a bird, so drunk on exhaustion Robin will find it absolutely and disproportinately hilarious)

He physically recoils when he catches a glimpse of Blondie's would-be haul. Dirty Dancing. The Princess Bride. Purple Rose of Cairo. Of all the days for a romcom movie night. At least Steve can rest assured that he isn't God's only favorite chewtoy. Isn't that what it means to be soulmates, after all? Doomed by forces beyond your comprehension together?

Steve looks at the evergrowing stack left behind on the counter (only one person managed to actually rent out the movies, and that was when Steve had sent Robin to her third break in two hours), the three movies still laying on the floor (please no one step on them please no one step on them by the love of god please nobody step on them) and prays nobody checks the security footage today as he leads Robin to what must be her sixth break. The shift is barely halfway over.

Now, Steve is neither a lesbian (he looks at boys a tad too long to only be interested in girls) nor a high school student (class '85 baby!). However, he is the unfortunate resident of a nosy and boring small town (seriously, fuck Hawkins), very aware of how draining it is to have to keep a big secret in said nosy and boring small town (if you think about it, are a person's sexuality and flesh-devouring monsters from a different dimension truly that different?), and has also morphed into one eldritch agglomeration with his bestest most favorite person of all times (Mike's words. Apparently the way he and Robin can read each other's minds is "freaky" or something), so he is very aware and sympathetic of their struggles and beliefs.

Such as this: the list of people you can cry on when your not-quite-girlfriend-but-definitely-something-more-than-friends-you-are-maybe-kind-of-in-love-with suddenly breaks it off is remarkably shorter than if said person was a boy. In Robin's case, the list is exactly one person long. Well, technically two, but it would be very awkward and painful to sob on the person who is the reason for your tears.

"It's s-s-so. So ssssstupid. I mean we were-weren't even a-an-any-anything. I don't know why I'm so u-up-up-p-p-pset"

Steve nods and rubs her back. He hopes his expression is as sympathetic and righteously mad on her behalf as the first time he heard the story.

"We used to kiss und-d-d-der the bleachers. The same b-b-b-bleachers we face whenevvvvvvver we p-p-p-practic-ssss-e in band. How am I sup-p-p-p-pposed to look at those stupid fucking b-b-b-leachers without thinking about her lips and her leeeegs and-"

"Such stupid bleachers", Steve dutifully agrees. He wonders whether one of the kids can maybe hack into the CCTV to delete the footage? Surely they can't be fired without any hard evidence, right? The last thing Robin needs right now is the inevitable stress that comes with job hunting.

"Howwww- how do you d-d-deal with it?!"

It takes a moment of Robin staring at him expectantly before he realizes that she went off-script and he is expected to actually answer her question. You know, like a proper sympathetic best friend and soulmate is supposed to act.

"How do I deal with what?"

"With the b-b-b-break-k-k-kkkk-kups? Me and her weeeeeeren't even-"

"Your emotions are valid" Steve shamelessly steals Robin's go-to saying whenever he is unreasonably upset about something stupid. She hits him, which is fair. Maybe he was being a little bit mocking about it. Sue him.

"It's like-", he pauses, searching for a more tactful way to say it. But then again, he has never been great at expressing himself and Robin always gets him anyways, so he just goes for it. "I mean. It's not like anyone is really upset after a breakup you know."

Robin blinks. Once. Twice.

"Wwww-wh-what?"

"I mean. You explained it to me. Sexism and all that shit. If a girl isn't upset and stuff she's called a slut. Boys don't have that, and they seem to always be fine. I mean, Tommy P. was making out with Alicia literally the same day he got dumped by Sarah. It's all just about peacocking and status and all that stupid stuff."

Maybe he was overestimating Robin's telepathic abilities, because she looks even more confused. "Sssso you just got together with all those girls because. What. It-t-tt was expect-ted of youuu?!"

Maybe Steve's own telepathic abilities are also failing him because like. Obviously?! What's the hang-up?

"So you decided yourrrrr girrrrrrrrrrlfriends based on what-t? Whether they were cheeeeeeer-cheerleaders?!"

"I mean. That's what everyone did, isn't it? Expectarions and all that crap." Steve starts wondering if maybe Robin has something stuck in her eye. "Like, of course I wouldn't start anything with someone if I didn't like them as a person. But the girls were cute, and making out is fun, and I like hanging out with them so like, why not. If it got boring after a while I just broke it off, no harm no foul."

"SSSSO YOU SST-sss-STAYED TOGETHER WITH HER UNTIL YOU FOUND A SHINIER NEW T-T-T-TOYYY?!"

"Hey, you don't need to say it like that. It's not like I was doing anything different from everyone else. Society is fucked, or whatever it is you always say."

A pause. "Steve.... if it sounds heartless....it's b-b-b-because it issss. I hate to say it but.... I don't thiiiiiink all of your girlfriends saw it the sa-sa-sa-same way you did. I mean, did you look at T-t-t-tammy? She looked devastated for wwwweeks. I remember I was so mad at you for that. You didn't even seem to not-t-t-t-t-no-notice."

Silence. It's Steve's turn to blink. Once. Twice. He starts to wonder if the thing Robin had stuck in her eye was knowledge. Or maybe tears. Regret?

"But. The slut thing-" "Steve. How did you feel about Nancy? Was it the same thing?" "No! It- I don't know. It was. She was- ...Oh."

In the quiet that follows, Steve swears he can hear his own heart crack in two.

"I mean, we weren't even together-together most of the time. Or some of the time, at least. Like-" (Robin, cheeks red from all the crying. "I mean, we weren't even anything". And maybe Steve didn't quite understand the reason for these tears, but he understood pain and he understood Robin so he held her close anyways)

"Wait Steve, no. I-I'm so- sorr-rrr-sorr-y"

And fuck. Isn't he an absolutely selfish and horrible person? Here he comes, finding out he hurt perfectly lovely girls, figuring out that the "heartbreaker" moniker is less a joke and more a warning, and then he has the audacity to feel hurt. He. Shame burbles up in his gut, multiplying until it comes leeking out of his eyes.

It's shameful and horrible. It is even more shameful and horrible because Robin is currently going through what they had probably felt, too. Tammy who loved singing to the radio. Layla who loved making friendship bracelets. Natasha who also had a love for basketball. He imagines them locked up in their rooms, trying to hold onto him even as they know it is fruitless, feeling like after that stupid halloween party - because of him. He wants to hurl.

And Robin, always overthinking, always overeager - Robin who is trying to nurse her own broken heart and doesn't understand what he is feeling but she understands pain and most importantly she understands him. Robin gives him a kiss on the forehead and holds him close.

"I shhhhhhouldn't have been so-so-so-ssssso harsh. I was frusssss-trated and I let it out on you I'm sorry."

Steve smiles sardonically. "My feelings are valid?" She flicks him on the forehead and laughs.

-> the gay crisis that wasn't

-> stobin partner tattoos (aka tramp stamp)

-> fighting the war on heteronormativity on the side of headache (ft. Tim Curry)

-> Hawkins has cryptids and they are movie snobs