#made sure I got to play outside in the dirt a lot and all that

[vydumaj]

wanting to joke that I’m allergic to Sweden bc of the lactose intolerance and cold rashes I’ve been getting but remembering I’m also allergic to Thailand bc the mosquito bites I got when I was there…one time I got two (2) bites near one of my eyes and I looked like I’d been severely beaten up

[leqonsluv3r]

Hey, do you have a lot of requests rn?

I'd have a fic idea👀 so reader (female) would have been taken to Leon's family for some reason, been living there sometime now and Leon's dad just despises her and makes her do gross chores or whatnot, being mean for no reason, degrading a bit and Leon would let it happen, just kinda watch from aside but quickly enough he'd feel bad and would apologize for his dad behavior and tell her that he (Leon) doesn't feel that way, that he actually likes having her around etc. He could be plotting to kick his dads ass for it but the reader would stop those thoughts, then they'd talk and some things leads to others and soon they're making out and they have sex?! 🫣 You can decide if either one is a virgin or both🤔

my own cinderella

—re!4 leon kennedy x fem!reader

—a oneshot (request)

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warnings: MDNI, 18+, virgin!reader, kinda dom!leon, best friends to lovers, leon’s dad being an asshole, reader is definitely like cinderella (loosely), grinding, lots of kissing and making out, unprotected pnv action, he’s soft with reader but not rough either (if that makes any sense lmao), they both love each other but they’re too chicken shit to admit it, reader is female and uses (she/her) pronouns, leon calls reader princess, nipple play, oral (f receiving), aftercare.

“she’s the sweetest thing in his life. always has been since they were kids, she was the lace to his leather. the flowers to his dirt, the sugar to his salt. so when he needs her, as her best friend. he takes her in, takes care of her. as they get older, he grows attached. having her living in his house, living this close. he needs to help her, to love her. his father is taking advantage of her, letting her pay him back in chores. she was his princess, he needed to save her. what better way then to just have her all to himself?”

—or leon gets his very own cinderella and gives her the happy ending she deserves

an: i’m so sorry this took so long to get written. my life has been a crazy mess lately. i’m still unpacking and decorating my new place, working and all the other shit that comes with life. i hope this is what you wanted, pls reblog and like, i appreciate it <3 it’s super long, a gift for being MIA for so long my lovelies.

she started living with leon and his family when she was around 15. it wasn’t her first choice of course, she was supposed to go live with her aunt in maine. but leon was one of her best friends, they were practically next door neighbors.

but when her aunt was tested for drugs and came back as an unfit guardian for her, leon’s father stepped in and made sure she had a place to live.

she loved that she had a place to stay, especially with leon around. everything wasn’t so scary. her parents getting sent to jail for embezzlement…wasn’t on her bingo card for that year. but leon made it okay, he made her laugh and he made sure she was comfortable staying with him and his family.

she got to keep attending the same private school as he did, got to experience life with her friends. she got somewhat of a happy ending.

at least that’s what it looked like from the outside.

what came with leon’s father taking guardianship over her, came with her getting the brunt of the chores. doing laundry for him and his family, cleaning all the rooms of the large house. it was things that she didn’t sign up for but she got to live in a large house with her best friend.

that was good enough? right?

wrong, even the years that passed as she became older became more difficult. especially when she turned 18 and the guardianship broke. she couldn’t leave because she had no money to her name, plus, leon’s dad offered to pay for her college courses.

so on-top of trying to attend lectures and do the loads of homework that came with being a college student. she had to stay and keep “working” around the house that should’ve been her sanctuary that was anything but.

she felt miserable but it wasn’t all bad, leon stayed home with her. he took a gap year, plus his dad was away a lot. she knew she should keep her wandering eyes to herself, that she shouldn’t have a crush on her bestfriend. she should just mind her own business and work until she can pay off her debt.

but no, he was there.

he was so handsome. so sweet to her, he always had been. she didn’t know how he was still single. he had the money, the title that came with his last name and the looks. if she was any other girl, she would’ve snatched him up by now.

but this was a different reality, leon was her friend. she couldn’t think of another reality where he was anything but that. where his thoughts were anything past platonic.

only if she saw the times he would look at her when she was bending over to clean, the times she didn’t see him looking. the dark blue of his eyes tracing her curves with just a small widening of his irises.

then she would know his thoughts were way past platonic and had been for a very long time.

one day in particular, leon’s dad was gone on a buisness trip. she had cleaned the entire house with the help of the maids, making sure her list of tasks was completed for her “guardians” approval.

she was sitting in her room, looking at the assignments on her desk. she knew she had so many classes that she needed to finish her assignments for. she had just been so busy with her chores or tasks, she hadn’t even had time to start her homework.

she started working and as she did, she got so immersed into it that she didn’t notice leon who was standing at her open bedroom doorway.

he cleared his throat and she whipped around in her desk chair, “christ! leon!” she says with a small gasp as she looked at him. he crossed his arms over his chest, “studying hard, princess?” he says with one of his famous smirks on his face.

the nickname he always called her had stuck from childhood and it still made her blush, she tipped her lips up in a crooked grin. “i didn’t know you’d be home today.”

he shrugs and walks into her bedroom, looking around at all the various things hung on the walls, he sees a couple pictures of them as kids. “i had an off day.” he says as he smiles at the picture of the them as kids.

she follows his eyes and tilts her head, “do you remember that?” she gets up from the desk chair and stands beside him, looking at the pictures on the cork board.

he looks from the cork board full of miscellaneous pictures of them, the one he saw in particular was a picture of them when they were 11 and they were getting they’re faces painted. she remembers that day, it was one of the happiest days she’d ever had. her parents were not in jail, her and leon were happy kids and things hadn’t gone to shit yet.

he nods, “yeah, that was a good day.” he says with a look of nostalgia on his face. he was the only constant good thing in her life and they both knew that. the only good thing she could rely on.

he has the urge to tell her things that he’s said a thousand times, but now it feels different since the change inside of him.

since he started looking at her differently, since he started feeling things deep down that he normally wouldn’t feel in a situation like this.

but his best friend was living with him, had been living with him for years because of her parents. his dad had been kind, gracious even and offered her a roof.

he knew that she worked her ass off, made the house and the mansion look impeccable with the help of the maids hired by his father.

but he still wanted her, wanted to take her away. he wanted to do something, he wanted her. he needed her and he was going to have her.

one way or another.

because she was his princess and she deserved more then what was given to her.

later that night, he was staying home instead of going out. normally on a friday night he would be hanging with his friends or going to the bar. but tonight, he was staying home.

he didn’t know how much longer he could take of watching her move around his orbit and not be his. how much menial labor he could watch her do for his father until he snapped. he wanted to scream and yell at his father, tell him it was unfair. but it was like trying to convince an ocean not to be blue, completely out of nature.

but he wanted to give her a break, give her something that she could latch onto so things didn’t seem so terrible. he already had her as a best friend, his love…went way beyond platonic.

so did his attraction.

so he offered for her to watch a movie with him, like when they both were kids.

she had obliged, she needed a break from studying and homework anyways. she was coming up on her midterms for her classes at college and she was losing her mind.

so this was a welcome distraction, he was also the welcome distraction. she had noticed changes over the years in him, his hair and his facial structure. more importantly, he’d been going to the gym. a lot.

his muscles almost needed their own names, they were a part of them. but they were huge. she had never seen muscles that big on any man ever. he could probably crush her like a grape, the thought was welcoming as it was arousing.

she shouldn’t be attracted to her best friend, not when she’s living under his dads roof and basically living here somewhat rent free.

but she was a girl, she had eyes. how could she not ogle him when he was mowing the lawn or had come back all sweaty from the gym? it was human nature. that was her justification in her mind, she was free to look but not to touch.

she’d ruin her friendship and her living situation if she even kissed him.

at least that’s what she thought.

they had been watching the movie for about 30 minutes when she felt his hand on her leg. she didn’t think much of it at first, it didn’t bother her.

she just thought that maybe it was accident and maybe he was just needing some comfort. excuses that she made up in her mind to make herself try and not feel the attraction that was pulsing in between her thighs.

she shifted under his hand on her thigh, letting him rest it there comfortably. out of the corner of her eye she could see the way his hand laid there almost protectively.

however, about halfway through the movie his hand was holding protectively and tightly to her inner thigh. so close and yet so far from where her clit was pulsing beneath her sweats.

she licked her lips, her mouth feeling dry. she didn’t dare look over in his direction, then he would know that this was affecting her. that his possessive and small hold on her leg was affecting every nerve ending in her body.

she prayed that he would just forget it, move his hand away. that was one part of her anyway, the other part wanted him to dip his fingers underneath her underwear and sweatpants.

but the was the horny part of her.

she swallowed when he gripped the fat of her thigh, hard. making her clit pulse in her panties and her pussy practically start drooling. she keeps her eyes on the tv, trying to get rid of the not so PG thoughts that were circulating around her brain.

but he was determined, unbeknownst to her.

he leaned over next to her and brushed some hair back behind her ear with his free hand, making her shiver. “got something on your mind, princess?” he says in a low timbre that she had never heard before.

she felt something inside of her change after he said that, his hand still roughly gripping at her thigh. she willed her mouth to work and words to leave it. she shakily exhaled, “leon…your hand on my thigh…” she says weakly.

she wish it would’ve come out better, not the words she would’ve opted before but it was something. she felt nervous, aroused and a million other things all at once. her virgin body didn’t know how much more it could handle.

“what about it?” he whispers as he lowers his mouth to nip at the shell of her ear, she felt like that alone would make her moan but she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, keeping quiet.

“feels good…” she mumbles out as she leans into his touch on her leg, trying to subtly get his fingers to move closer to where she really needed them. he chuckles softly against her ear, “poor baby, i’m touching your thigh and your already a mess.”

his mocking only furthered her arousal, made her underwear uncomfortably wet. she turned her face to look at him, her nose brushing against his. their close proximity on the couch made her mind fuzzier then usual.

“you sure about this, princess?” he says softly against her lips, their breath mingling together. she thinks for a second, feeling the warmth of him and his hand squeezing her thigh roughly but with a tender sweep of his thumb.

does she want to ruin her friendship for the attraction she’s feeling? yes, yes she does. she might regret this later but a part of her thinks she can trust him. she’s known him for years, he’s her best friend, they’ve seen each other at their worst.

so when she says, “yes.” she doesn’t regret what happens next.

he smirks widely against her lips, his hand squeezes her thigh more. his lips press against her and she moans a little against his lips.

they make out for what feels like an eternity, her hands intertwined into his hair and their lips never leaving each others. the movie drowning on in the background and they both couldn’t care less.

she ends up on top of his lap, not even noticing that she’s grinding on his pants. she knows what it is she’s grinding against, she wasn’t born yesterday. she’s read smut book upon smut book in her lifetime.

he groans against her lips, carding a hand into her own hair and tugging on it as he feels her grind against his erection in his pants. “keep doing that and i’ll bust in my pants.” he whispers with a low husky chuckle in between kisses.

she feels her cheeks flush, “sorry.” she whispers with a tinge of embarrassment in her features, pulling back a little and her movements against his hips stopping. he brushes some hair out of her face, seeing her pink flushed cheeks.

“don’t be sorry, princess. i just don’t think you understand what your doing.” he says with a small daze in his eyes, she finds herself leaning into his touch on her hair. she blinks at him, “i knew what i was doing…i think?” she says with a small doubtful furrow of her brows.

he shakes his head and laughs, knowing that she knew some things but probably not a lot. “let me ask you something, okay? from one best friend to another?” he says with a small tilt of his head, letting his hands coast down to her hips and hold her protectively.

she nods and blinks at him, adjusting herself on his lap a little. he takes a deep breath and gives her a reassuring smile, “are you still a virgin?” he asks her softly, not a hint of judgement in his voice. there’s was no ulterior motive, he just wanted to know.

she swallows and nods, letting a shaky breath leave her pink lips. he kneads at her skin between her sweats and her top, making sure he can comfort her in some way. he knew that she never got anywhere with guys, half the ones she chose were complete idiots anyways.

“do you want to lose it?” he says softly, another gentle question that’s not close to being an ulterior motive. he just wants to understand where her head is at right now since they kissed.

“i do…i mean, yeah.” she shrugs as she stumbles over her words a little, her cheeks still flushed easily. he thought that the way her cheeks turned red, her eyes wide and docile. it was cute, it was something that only she could pull off. if any other girl did that with him, he would be gone in a matter of minutes.

but she was different. she wanted to lose it. he just needed to make sure, make sure she understood what he was going to ask next.

“well, if you wanna lose it…i’ll give that to you.” he says gently as he caresses the skin of her hips. she blinks at him, still feeling the blush on her cheeks. she doesn’t know how to feel, should she feel nervous? feel like the butterflies are going to burst out of her stomach?

he was giving her an opportunity to lose it, to take care of her, make her feel better. he was her best friend, she trusted him more then anything. but still, she felt nervous. he would be seeing her naked, it would be intimate and vulnerable.

but also, she loved him deep down in a way that was way more then platonic.

so that’s why she leaned forward and kissed him, pressing a kiss to his lips. he smiled against her lips and gripped her hips tighter, taking her kiss as an answer.

“are you sure?” he mumbles in between kisses, making sure she’s not going to regret this later when it’s over. she nods and keeps kissing him, resuming her movements on his hips, moving them against his erection that was still very much there in his boxers and jeans.

she moans softly against his lips as she keeps grinding on him. she wraps her arms around his neck and carding her hands into his hair. she’s taking it one step at a time, listening to her gut and the butterflies swarming it.

he keeps his hands on her hips, almost guiding her as she rolls her hips over his. he groans against her lips, keeping her with him. he doesn’t want to ever let her go.

he didn’t realize that the butterflies in his own stomach were swarming wildly, attacking him when he was keeping her this close. all it took was kissing her, teasing her, holding her ontop of him.

it was years of friendship that had bubbled up into something that they both ignored until now.

he lightly guides her to lay back on the couch, pressing his chest against her own, their lips still moving against each other in a soft tangle of lips, tongues and teeth.

“princess, i’m gonna get you ready for me, okay?” he says when he pulls away from her lips, looking into her eyes. he’s going to take good care of her, as her best friend and someone who has had feelings for her for years.

she nods slowly up at him, he sees the nerves in her eyes. “if you want me to stop at any time, you tell me okay? and i will. i don’t want you to be uncomfortable, i would never want you to be.” he says gently as he brushes some hair out of her face.

“i will, i promise.” she whispers, the nervous energy thrumming through her body was put at ease a little by his words. “okay, princess.” he whispers softly as he leans down and presses kisses along her jawline to the collar of her shirt.

“such a pretty girl…” he whispers in between kisses to her neck, one of his hands going under her shirt and tracing the soft skin of her stomach.

she feels herself get more aroused with every kiss and word he says, helping her take off her shirt. he is gentle with his movements, taking off each piece of her clothing until she’s down to her bra and panties.

he leans back between her spread legs on the couch, admiring the way she looks all flushed and half-naked on the couch, she really is a dream. he feels more protective of her now, possessive, like he needs to keep her for himself.

the part of him that’s almost primal, a part he would like to keep hidden but he doesn’t know how much longer he can, not when he’s about to take her virginity.

“god, your so beautiful.” he says softly, his eyes roving over her frame. she feels her cheeks heat up all over again, wanting to hide from the embarrassment and just the way he’s eating her alive with his blue eyes.

he doesn’t let her hide, he leans down and presses his lips to the skin of her breast right where her bra is hiding her breasts. “good fucking…” he growls as he nips at the skin of her breast.

her body is shaking and she lets out some whimpers, squirming a little underneath him on the couch. “i’m gonna take your bra off, see these beautiful titties you’re hiding from me.” he says with another nip right above her bra.

she nodded and grabbed at his shirt, “take yours off.” she says with a small pant of her lips. he chuckles lowly and leans back on his haunches in between her legs.

he strips off his own t-shirt to showcase the soft muscles and planes of skin, she’s seen him shirtless before but these circumstances were far different. she lets out a breathy exhale.

“your turn.” he says with a small chuckle as he leans down and pulls down the bra straps on her bra. “lean up,” he guides her up so he can reach around and unclip it on the back.

finally, her bra is off and he throws it with her other clothes on the floor. he looks at her breasts, a groan leaving his lips. “my fucking…god, princess.” he says with a small sigh, he’s trying his best not to bust in his pants at the sight of her bare.

he doesn’t even hesitate as he leans down and captures one of her breasts in his mouth, using his other hand to pinch and pull at her nipple. he’s feasting on her like he’s a man starved.

she feels her underwear practically drenched at this point, moaning and gripping at his hair to keep his mouth on her.

she’s never felt like this before and he hasn’t really even done anything yet. she arches her back more, pushing her breast into his mouth more.

he swirls his tongue around her breast, feeling his cock straining in his pants, if he doesn’t release it soon…it’s going to bust in his pants.

he groans around her nipple and then moves to the next one giving it the same attention he just gave the other one, her body shaking and writhing beneath him like crazy.

he trails his lips away from her breasts, kissing down the plane of her stomach until he reaches the band of her underwear. he looks up at her from between her legs and silently asks her for permission.

she nods down at him and he hooks his fingers in the band of her underwear, pulling them down over her hips and tossing them with the rest of her clothes. he pulls back to marvel at her wet folds, how completely wrecked she is and he hasn’t even done that much yet.

the thought that he’s the first one to do any of this, touch her body like this, it drives him insane. it makes him almost feral as he leans in between her legs, keeping her thighs open and pressing kisses to the skin of her inner thighs.

“so fucking gorgeous, princess. is this all for me?” he grumbles lowly against the skin of her thighs, she feels the flushed skin of her cheeks heat up more.

the compliment only making her more aroused, practically painful at this point. she licks her dried lips, “yes…all for you.” she mumbles as she tries to control her breathing.

he chuckles against the skin of her inner thigh, still going farther down to her core. she feels her chest rise and falling faster and faster, those nerves returning as he leans down and presses a kiss to her clit.

her body instantly reacting, he loops his hands around her thighs and keeps them open. he presses more kisses to her clit until she’s a moaning mess, finally deciding to put her out of her misery.

he licks a stripe up her wet slit with his tongue, she moans softly and tilts her head back against the couch. she has never felt anything like this before, a whole other feeling that she couldn’t get from her fingers or a toy.

he keeps licking over her slit, practically drinking her up and devouring her like she was a five course meal. he uses one of his hands and plunges two fingers into her dripping entrance.

he had to prep her, he didn’t want to completely just rush in and hurt her. it didn’t matter how wet she was, he didn’t want to risk it.

she feels that feeling in her belly warm up and coil tighter, she starts shaking and moaning more, her moans growing in pitch. “so close…” she whimpers as he keeps plunging his fingers in and out of her entrance.

“mhm, gonna come all over my fingers like a good girl.” he mumbles softly, almost a feline smile on his lips as he presses a kiss to her slit and licks it as he keeps fingering her, his words twisted that coil tighter.

she feels herself fall apart after a few more pumps of his fingers and then another kiss to her clit, working her through her orgasm. he’s trying to be gentle, take his time but it’s hard when he’s watching her fall apart like that.

“so good, you did so good.” he praises lowly as he kisses up from her slit, over her stomach and breasts, then kisses her lips. she moans softly against his lips, tasting her own release on his mouth. she feels the fingers that were inside of her, trailing over her stomach.

his hand grabbing at her breast and squeezing it as he keeps kissing her. he pulls away slowly and looks down at her flushed face, “your so beautiful.” he whispers as he looks at her with nothing but admiration in his eyes.

she smiles lazily up at him, “thank you.” she whispers with a small pant out of her lips, he strokes some more hair out of her face. “you did amazing.” he whispers softly as he looks down at her.

the praise melts her into a puddle, still wet and probably leaking all over his dads couch. she doesn’t even care at this point. his dad was a whole other issue entirely that she didn’t want to even think of when she was with him.

it was just her and leon right now, the outside world ceased to exist.

“do you want me to keep going, princess?” he says with a small sigh as he traces lines down her stomach and down to her hips.

she thinks about it, about all of it. about his hands on her body and about the way he touches her so tenderly. how he’s not forcing her, how much she trusts him.

she can’t say no now, she can’t back out.

she licks her lips, “yeah, i want you to keep going. i want it.” she whispers as she looks up at him.

he smiles a boyish grin that makes her heart flutter uncontrollably, one that she’s seen a thousand times and it makes her breath catch. he presses a soft kiss to her lips, “i can do that. if it hurts too much, let me know. let me know and we can stop, okay? i already told you…” he trails off and she smiles softly up at him.

“yeah, i know. you’ve said that already.” she giggles softly as he leans back on his knees again in between her legs on the couch. “i know, i just…i want you to feel comfortable. i love you.” he mumbles the last part and if she wasn’t really listening, she wouldn’t have caught it.

but she did.

i love you. i love you. i love you.

it was echoing through her brain as he took off his pants and boxers, mixing her brain and making her all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

even when she saw his cock, all hard and long, the precum oozing out of the tip. she shakily exhales, the beating of her heart intensifies. she doesn’t know if it’s from his confession or the fact that his erection is just out.

she’s seeing him naked, fully naked. they match each other now, fully bare in front of each other. they can’t go back to normal after this, a reality she doesn’t want to face yet.

especially after…

i love you. i love you. i love you.

she looks up at him, reaching out for his arm as he starts to lean over her. he looks at her, his blue eyes linking with her own eyes. “what? what’s that look on your face for?” he says huskily as he takes in the look of admiration and lust in her eyes.

“you love me?” she whispers shakily, doesn’t feel like it’s falling out of her lips. he feels his breath catch and then escape, he can’t lie to her. not when she heard it. when she was naked and beautiful, everything he’s ever wanted wrapped up underneath him.

“i do, i love you…i think i’ve loved you for a long time.” he whispers as he slots himself between her legs, his cock rubbing against her wet folds. the intimacy, she thought she would hate it, run from it. but no, she was here with him and this was happening.

the words made this moment more sweet and memorable, the ache in her heart was bittersweet. to know that the feeling that she kept hidden for so long was reciprocated.

“i love you too. in a non-platonic way.” she whispers with a small nervous smile as she reaches up and touches the skin of his cheekbone.

he has that boyish smirk on his face as he hovers over her, looking into her eyes and tracing the lines of her face. “you do, huh? how long…?” he says with a small bit of teasing in his voice.

her arousal still uncomfortable but she put it on the back burner for now, she was finally getting to confess. finally getting to tell him all she felt for him over their years of friendship.

“maybe three or four years? i don’t know.” she giggles softly, “i couldn’t explain when it started.” she whispers as she traces a line down his jaw and over the moles on his neck.

“that’s okay, princess. i don’t need a timeline. i’m just glad you love me back, that’s all i could ever want from you.” he says softly and he’s almost sentimental deep down underneath it all.

but his dick is still rock hard against her wet folds. she doesn’t feel it go unnoticed, not any of this. “that and my virginity.” she jokes poorly as she smiles shyly up at him.

he shakes his head, smirking playfully, “no, you’re giving it to me. there’s a difference. i’m gonna make it so good for you. it’s what someone like you deserves.” he says sweetly as he leans down and presses a firm but soft kiss against her lips.

she sighs against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as he hovers over her. they love each other, it’s echoing in his brain and he doesn’t want it to ever disappear.

he slips his hand in between them and guides his cock through her wet folds, coating it with arousal and causing her to moan into his kiss. he hovers his lips over hers, “just relax, take a deep breath or it’s going to hurt.” he says gently as he nudges the tip of his cock into her entrance.

she nods and cards a hand into his hair, following his gentle command and taking deep breaths. he gently slides in inch by inch, letting her breathe through it. “it’s okay, you can take it.” he whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips.

she heaved a small breath, his cock slipping farther and farther in until he was fully sheathed inside of her. he stills for a couple moments, reading her expression.

“are you okay? does it hurt?” he asks gently as he caresses her cheek, she takes a shaky inhale and exhale. “not as bad…” she whispers softly as she looks up at him.

she feels a small sting, he’s definitely bigger then she expected. “take a moment, adjust and then i’ll move.” he says as he presses another soft kiss to her lips.

he stays still for a moment until she nods slowly, gesturing for him to move. he doesn’t hesitate, he slowly starts rocking his hips against hers.

she feels her eyes squeeze shut, she feels so full and just so happy. everything feels blissful like she’s on cloud nine. he presses a kiss to her neck, burying his head there as he keeps rolling his hips against hers. she wraps her arms around his neck and then her legs around his hips.

her pussy was squeezing him and it was hard for him to hold back, she was so tight, he was trying to control himself as best as he could.

“fuck…so tight…” he mumbles against her neck as he keeps rolling his hips, he goes a little bit harder. his hips rolling a little bit deeper and faster.

she leans her head back, her lips parted in bliss as she moans and whimpers. her little noises only making him more desperate to give her what she wants.

i love you. i love you. i love you.

it echoes through both of their brains simultaneously as they bring each other closer and closer to the edge. she’s so sweet, so good to him, always been the girl that he can go to.

been her best friend, been her confidant. he even gave her a place to stay, he helped her. her moans and his groans mingling together like sweet music as he keeps pounding his hips into hers.

“sweet girl, so fucking beautiful.” mumbled praises and compliments in between every thrust of his hips, her lips parting. she’s never looked more beautiful then right now. offering herself to him and him gladly obliging.

she’s melting underneath him, she’s close. she can feel it. he can feel the way she’s clenching around his cock, her moans growing in pitch. “don’t worry, princess. gonna let you come all over my cock.” he groans as he presses kisses all over her jaw.

that only spurs her on further, she feels it snap before she can even say anything, her nails digging into his back. she feels her body shaking as she comes all over his cock.

“oh fuck…” he groans as he feels her clench and coat his fuck in her come. he keeps rolling his hips, fucking her through her orgasm to chase his own release.

“i’m almost there, i’m almost there…” he repeats over and over as he keeps fucking into her, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head from the overstimulation.

he keeps going until it was almost unbearable for her, his cock shooting ropes of come into her, a loud moan leaving his lips. he just kept his dick inside of her, waiting for it to soften. he needed to catch his breath, he feels like that orgasm took everything out of the both of them.

he pulls back a little to look into her eyes, “was it good? are you okay?” she blissfully smiles up at him in return. “it was perfect, felt good.” she mumbles with a small blink of her eyes.

“god, your so fucking good, princess.” he whispers in a low voice as he presses a gentle and loving kiss against her lips. she smiles against it, rubbing her hands over the small scratches on his back in a soothing gesture.

he pours all his love into the kiss, making sure she knew that he loved her, genuinely. this wasn’t just something he said to get her underneath him.

he loved her, she loved him.

i love you. i love you. i love you.

he leans back and pulls himself off of her, “im gonna clean us up, okay?” he says with a small gentle smile, slowly pulling his cock out of her entrance.

she sighs softly at the loss of his cock, feeling herself flutter around nothing. he strokes a hand over her stomach, “stay here.” he says firmly as he gets up, pulling his boxers back on. he walks into the kitchen down the long hallway, grabbing a damp paper towel and walking back.

he sits down next to her on the couch, her eyes slowly opening and closing from the exhaustion of the two orgasms she experienced. he wipes gently in between her legs, cleaning up their shared arousal.

“your okay, your okay.” he caresses her stomach in gentle rubs as he cleans in between her. she laughs a little as she looks over at the tv on the far wall of the living room.

he follows her eyes, seeing the reason for the laughter. the movies credits were rolling, he shakes his head. “if you want to actually watch it tomorrow, we can.” he says with a small teasing grin.

“if you can keep your hands off me tomorrow.” she says with a lazy smirk as she looks over at him. he gets up to throw away the paper towel, “don’t worry, i think i can manage.” he jokes.

she slowly sits up on the couch, looking at him, “do you think…your dad will kick me out when he finds out about us?” she says with a small bite to her bottom lip. he shakes his head, a small sigh leaving his lips.

he grabs his t-shirt and her underwear, handing them to her to put on. he sits down next to her as she slips the underwear over her hips and puts on his t-shirt. “don’t worry about him, i can handle him. if he has a problem we can always move out.” he says with a small smile, brushing some hair out of her face.

he continues, “i won’t leave you here with him. wherever you go, i go.” he says gently as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “your mine now, okay? you might not have agreed to it yet. but i’m not gonna let you stay here with him.” she feels her eyes swell up a little bit with tears.

just the love that he’s always had for her coming out 10x stronger than before, the whispered confessions before he took her virginity.

she smiles almost brokenly at him, a heartbreaking smile that he wants to make go away. he pulls her closer to him on the couch, wrapping his arms around her.

“i’ll follow you wherever you go.” she whispers against his bare chest, sniffling a little as she tries to keep the lump of tears at bay.

“i know you will.” he says with a small chuckle, pressing a kiss against the side of her hair. he rubs his hands over her back, the material of his t-shirt that she’s wearing kissing his palms.

“i love you.” she says softly into his chest, her breath shaky and trembling. he presses a kiss to the top of her head again, solidifying the words with his actions. “i love you too, princess. always have, always will.” he whispers tenderly against her skull.

he would always love her, he didn’t think he could ever stop. she would stick with him, he would take her away and make her happy. she’d never have to do another chore again, not if he had anything to say about it.

he rescued his princess, he won.

that mattered more then anything else.

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Tale As Old As Time

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Chapter 6: La Belle et La Bete

Later that night as the beast takes a bath…

“YOU SAID WHAT ?!” “I KNOW I KNOW…I well… we were sitting outside out at the rose garden and well.. I said that she made the world look more beautiful and if I could have a dance with her.. I NEVER expected she would say YES ?!” Miguel said as another bucket of warm water got doused over his body. He sputtered some of the water away from his lips as he wiped his face from the water. “What was I thinking Peter…” Peter chuckles “No, Miguel… It's perfect, you know that the rose has a few petals left which means that by the time the dance shall be held, you can confess your feelings for her”. Miguel gets up from the tub and looks over the curtain “I feel like an idiot…she won't ever love me anyways” Miguel shakes his body from all the water, splashing Peter in the process.

“You know she is the one”  “Oh quit it Peter..” Miguel said discouraged…”i shall see you in the morning” he said as he put on some clothes and retired for the night. Peter on the other hand smiled and left his bedroom to meet with the rest of the staff.

As Peter arrived at the kitchen,Jess was in the kitchen as always directing the dishes, forks, and knives to their respective drawers. Miles was simply watching over little Mayday, Gwen was dusting the shelves with her plumes, and Lyla was simply just chatting away with Pavitir

“Everyone, we have work to do, Miguel has finally and formally asked Y/N to a dance…. it's finally time to make this castle shine!” 

Miles cheers “and we’ll be human again !!” Jess sighed as she envisioned herself as her ladylike self “human again indeed…” Peter smiled, “When I’m human again, I’ll be good looking again, and I’ll be able to hug my baby in my arms again!” Miles cheers “when I’m human again, I’m going to run out into the garden just to feel the blood rush to my feet!” Jess chirps in “we’ll all get our chance to do what we miss when we’re human again, but for now…we have a dance to prepare!”

The entirety of the staff who lived in the castle cheered in excitement as they could finally tend and maintain their home. Pavitir, who was in the ballroom, started playing music on his keys to compose enough songs for Miguel and Y/N to dance to. Hobie, in y/n’s room, started picking and choosing fabrics in his cabinets and deciding which color suited Y/N the most as well. The brooms started sweeping, the mops and buckets started to work together to start cleaning the floor as well, the coat hangers helped pulling down the dilapidated curtains throughout the castle and replacing them with new curtains, the candles started organizing themselves onto the chandelier, and the cook had started picking and choosing courses for the dinner that will be eaten. 

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A week later…The day of the dance has arrived, and here Miguel is taking a huge bath in the tub. Soap is constantly lathered onto his fur, and dirt is removed each time until the water turns clear.

“I-I I’m not so sure I can do this…” Miguel says hesitantly. Peter scoffs “Oh please, Tonight is the night you’ll be able to confess to her, It’s now or nothing!” Miguel looks down as he has a bucket of water thrown over his body “b-but…what can I do?” Peter rolls his eyes “oh please, you have to be bold, daring, and smooth” Miguel nodded as he took note of what Peter was telling him. 

After his bath he was taken to his vanity and sat there as Peter kept on babbling in excitement “There will be romantic music, candlelight provided by Lyla and Miles and when the moment is right, you profess your love to her” Miguel sighed “oh please… how would I even know when the time is right?” Jess, who was standing on the vanity with Miles, Gwen, and Lyla all looked at him as they saw his nervousness. “Just some tips from a woman, all you gotta do is woo her with the music” Gwen pitches in “I think you’ll get nauseous when telling the truth...” Miles tries to encourage him “I think you’ll do fine sir…”

Peter looks at him and sighs “stop being so nervous and just tell Y/N how you feel because I swear you will be drinking cold tea for the rest of your life!”  Miguel gulped a little and nodded. The hairdresser finally arrived and immediately started working on Miguel’s fur, Others who worked in beauty polished his claws, brushed his teeth, cleaned his horns, and added perfumes onto him. Gwen used her feathers to add foundation onto his face and add his makeup. By the time they were all finished, they turned him around to look at the mirror and everyone’s face dropped .... clearly…the poodle looking updo and white makeup did not look great on his fur. “Ok…I-I can fix this" Peter says.

On the other hand, at the east wing, Hobie was helping Y/N getting into her golden gown. The two of them worked together as Y/N picked the design and Hobie used his magic to make the gown come to life. After Y/N got into the dress, Hobie looked at her and hummed “There sum missin ‘ere” He then looked into his drawers one more time and pulled out some gold accents. The wardrobe smiled at Y/N as it decorated her gown and added sparkle and shine “now yer ready Dovie” he says softly. Jess arrived at her door and cleared her throat “it is time...”

Y/N stepped out of her room and stood by her side of the stairs, on the other side she spotted Miguel, his mane was tied with a ribbon in the back and wore an extravagant blue suit. Y/N blushed a little at his appearance, seeing how his arms bulged out a bit from his suit and how tall and gentlemanly he stood. Miguel on the other side saw her and his heart melted, she was truly gorgeous and seemed extremely precious in his eyes. The two slowly descended from each side of the staircase and met in the middle. “Join me for dinner?” Adenira smiled and nodded as she held onto his arm and walked alongside him for dinner. The two sat beside each other and enjoyed a nice 3 course meal, the two laughed and dined and enjoyed a pleasant meal together. Eventually Pavitir arrived with a small ensemble and started playing music. Y/N heard it and smiled and got up and grabbed both of his arms “come, dance with me “she said excitedly. Miguel was just too enamored by her and got up with her to the ballroom. “Pero…no sé cómo bailar…”  Y/N smiled and brought his arm around her waist and held his hand on the other side “then learn with me” She then started waltzing with him. Miguel was a little awkward but eventually figured out how to dance with her and confidently led her and twirled her around the ballroom. Y/N was just so happy to be dancing with him and laid her head against his warm furry chest. The two waltzed and waltzed until both of their feet hurt. Once the two danced their hearts out, Miguel led her out onto the balcony and looked at the stars with her. He sat down on a ledge and nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he built some courage to speak to her.

“Y/N?” Miguel says tenderly. Y/N looked up at him and smiled as he got closer and held her hands. “Estás feliz conmigo ?” Y/N smiled at him and nodded “claro que si” she said softly but then she suddenly looked down. Miguel noticed and frowned “what’s wrong?” Y/N sighed... “Well…it’s just that…I wish I could just see my papa…por solo un momento…I miss him dearly...”  Miguel looked disheartened for her and thought about how to make her wish come true. Then he remembered…the magic mirror, He smiled at her and held her hands tightly “there is a way, come follow me!” 

He excitedly took her all the way to his room in the west wing and took her to where the rose was on the table. On the side there was the mirror. He took the mirror into his hands and handed it to her “this mirror can show you anything you wish to see” Y/N took the mirror into her hands and whispered, “I’d like to see mi papa…please” The mirror glowed yellow and revealed to her the current state of her father. In the mirror it showed Mauricio lying in bed weakly with what seemed to show that he was ill and with a fever. “No…papa…” she said worriedly “Esta Enfermo, h-he may be dying and he’s all alone” she said looking up at Miguel. Miguel looked at her with worry as well, he didn’t want Y/N to feel so anguished over her father’s current state. He took a look at the rose and looked at it with all the pain in his eyes…. he knew what to do…he knew the consequences…and he knew…that this could be goodbye... “Then...you must go to him.”

“Que?” Y/N looked at him surprised and approached him. “I release you… you’re no longer my prisoner...” Y/N looked at him with relief and with much empathy towards him “I’m free?” “Yes…” 

Y/N approached him to return the mirror to him. “No…keep it.. So you could at least have something to remember me by” Miguel looked at her lovingly and also with much hurt in his eyes. He had to take in her appearance one more time before she left, caressing her hair and watching as the locks fell from his paws. “Thank you for understanding how much he needs me now.” she said softly. Y/N’s eyes were filled with gratitude and with so much tenderness…she was afraid of never seeing him again, but at least the magic mirror would give her peace of mind if she wished to see him again. Y/N caressed his face one last time and left the room. Miguel reached towards her but stopped himself. His ears drooped and he sighed.

Jess noticed Y/N walking away from the room and she peeked in to talk to Miguel “I hope I can assume that everything went perfectly” she said with a smirk. “I let her go.” “What? But why? how could you do that Migs ?!” Jess said in shock. Peter walked in and his heart dropped as well watching the scene before him. “I had to Jessica…I did it because…I Love Her...”

Jess sighed and walked out of the room to break the news to the rest of the staff. Little Mayday sniffled “so I won't bwe a whittle girl again?” Miles hugged her tightly as he comforted her. Lyla sighed “but we were so close!” Peter chuckled to himself as he looked down dejected “After all of these years, He’s finally learned to love.”

Heartbroken, Miguel watches Y/N ride Felipe out the palace gardens and to the gates And he roared….

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A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Twelve

Note - the final chapter 🥺 thank you to everyone who’s sent me feedback and interacted with me for this series. I had a lot of fun writing it and I’m hoping we go out with a bang 😏 love you guys 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 10.5k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

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When Mason asked where you’d like to go on a long weekend, the last last place he was expecting you to say was Cornwall.

To say he was confused was an understatement and you could tell by the way he was looking at you that he wasn’t sure what to say but you held your ground. He’d asked you where and that’s what you wanted.

‘But we could literally go anywhere, like in the world’

‘I know’

‘And you want to go to Cornwall?’

‘Yes please’ you smiled sweetly but he still looked bewildered buy your choice. ‘I know it’s a little unconventional but I spent a lot of summers there growing up and it’s a special place to me. I just thought it might be nice to share that part of my life with you but if you’re happy spending thousands on a private jet to the middle of nowhere then that’s fine too’

His face immediately softened when you told him, knowing he loved it when you opened up about yourself. Even after all this time there was still so much you were learning about each other and with a quick kiss to your nose he pulled out his phone.

‘If my baby wants to go to Cornwall then that’s where we’re going. But you best believe I’m finding the best house there’ he told you, causing you to laugh as he scrolled through his phone intently.

You let him know the general area you’d be happy to go but you let him take it from there. He was insistent on it being a surprise so you let him take control of it, happy to go along white whatever he wanted as you trusted his judgement.

Considering you’d been official for over two years, the pair of you hadn’t really been away for more than a night or so just the two of you yet. Mason loved being around his family and friends every chance he got and since you spent most days just the pair of you, you were always happy to branch out with everyone else and just because you were with other people didn’t mean skipped out on alone time as Mason always made the effort to plan things for just you two.

Mason seemed insistent on it being your first solo trip this time, along with Parker and he made sure he asked you lots of questions about what you did on your holidays when you were young. Whilst you were excited about it, you were growing suspicious about everything. He told you it was just because it was well overdue that you had some time together but when his family came to see you a few days before you were due to go, you were left even more confused but their incessant teasing.

‘You sure you’ve packed everything, Mase?’ Jaz smiled cheekily but you saw him blush as he rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t want to forget anything do we’

‘No make sure you’ve double checked it all’ Debbie chimed in but the playful tone to her voice unnerved you.

‘Yeah yeah, just drop it’ he told them quietly. You could tell he was playing but he sounded a little stressy for some reason. So you didn’t bring it up again even though you wanted to be in on the joke with them.

Mason had arranged for you to take the train like you did growing up, telling you he didn’t fancy the long drive down however you’d never been in first class before and you couldn’t deny you felt a little smug as you took your seats. He let you have the window seat but used this to his advantage so he could lean on you to look outside, laughing at his excited face when he caught sight of the sea. Parker was also very well behaved as he mostly just slept in between your legs.

The car he’d hired for the few days you were here felt like it would be too big for the tiny Cornish streets but as he drove you realised you wouldn’t be staying in a town like you normally would.

You were driving down a tiny dirt track for about five minutes with no end in sight but just as you were about to make a joke about this being another long winded way of kidnapping you he mad a turn to the right and you were now in front of one of the most beautiful houses you’d ever seen. The grand sandstone building had huge windows and a beautiful view of the sea and you felt bewildered by the sight of it.

‘Mason this is…’

‘Not bad huh?’ He winked, jumping out of the car so he could run around to your side and help you out. You arms went around his neck immediately, pulling him in for a quick kiss and his sparkly eyes melted you as you pulled away.

‘Not bad? I didn’t know there were places like this here’

‘Neither did I’ he laughed, letting Parker out before grabbing your hands so he could lead you to the door and locate the key. ‘How about we have a little look round, I’ll get the bags in and then we go grab some food?’ He suggested and you agreed as he lead you through the front door.

If you thought the outside was beautiful then the inside needed and new word invented for it. A beautiful living room with a huge glass window that took up the whole wall meaning you could look out to sea and a generous kitchen with everything you could ever need. You were looking around in awe but everything kicked up a notch when he took you outside and your eyes fell on the cute sofas and fire pit just like you had in Arnham but the addition of a hot tub made you squeal in delight.

‘Mason this is amazing, thank you’ you laughed, throwing your arms around him as you squeezed each other tightly.

After one more quick look around you hauled your bags inside, unpacking your clothes before getting back into the car so you could pop to the big Tesco for food. Thankfully you managed to remain anonymous and make it there and back without any issues so once you’d unpacked the food you let him know you were going to take a quick shower and freshen up.

When you came back downstairs you found Mason sat at the window seat, back resting against the wall at he looked out to sea. He seemed completely in his own world and you almost felt bad going over to disturb him but the loving look on his face as he caught your eyes made it worthwhile. His hands reaching forward to silently ask you to sit with him so you crawled in between his legs as laid your body against his. Both of your arms around each other as he gently left little kisses along your hairline.

‘What you doing here?’ You asked softly, feeling him chuckle under you but when you looked up at him he didn’t want to meet your eyes.

‘Just watching the boats’ he told you, your eyes following his line of vision to see the cargo ships in the distance slowly making their way across the horizon before looking back up at him.

Even from this angle he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen and you couldn’t help but reach up to place an gentle kiss on his lips. He kissed you back immediately, moving to cup your jaw so he could hold you in place but you both didn’t take anything further. Both content with lazily brushing your lips together as you held each other for comfort.

These quiet moments together were your favourite, just being with him settled your mind more than anything else and the fact you knew you could both hide out for a little while made you even happier.

When he eventually pulled away, he kept looking at you, his eyes warm and soft as they flickered over your face and you felt a small shiver run through you just from his loving look.

‘I’ve been thinking about tonight’ he told you quietly, thumb stroking your cheek as you nodded up to him. ‘How about I make us some dinner and then we take a drive into town? We can take a walk and get some ice cream maybe and I’m pretty sure there’s an arcade on the pier and I don’t know about you but I’m feeling like a winner’

‘Sounds perfect’ you laughed, pecking his lips one more time before settling back into his body. You could feel him pulling you further into him as he nuzzled into your hair before looking back out to sea.

You made dinner together just like you used to, before getting changed to go out, deciding to leave parker at the house as he was tired from all the traveling and had spent most of his afternoon laid up in his new doggy bed. It was still sunny but the temperature had dropped so you made sure to wrap up before he drove you into the town so you could have a look around.

‘What ice cream do you want baby?’ He asked, pulling you into the quiet shop, watching his face light up as his eyes scanned all the flavours.

‘You pick first, I’m still looking’ you told him, noticing how he picked the most expensive cone with extra chocolate around the side and a flake and once the girl behind the counter handed it over to him it was almost the size of his head. ‘Really, Mase?’ You laughed as he smiled at you cheekily.

‘What? I’m never allowed this normally, thought I’d go all out’

‘Go and sit down’ you laughed, pointing to the stool by the window so he would be out of the way for you to pick yours. You decided to go for the same fancy cone as him but you only got one scoop as you were still full up from dinner and once you’d paid you met him by the door.

‘Hold this and I’ll pay’ he told you, trying to pass his half demolished ice cream to you but you shook your head before trying to lace your fingers through his to lead him outside.

‘I’ve paid, let’s go’

‘Why did you do that?’

‘Cause you paid for this whole thing, I think it’s only fair i buy you an ice cream at least’

‘Well if I’d of known you were paying I would of got a smaller one’ he laughed, squeezing your hand as you made you way down the high street and down to the beach. There were still a few people around but for the most part it was quiet meaning you could take a slow walk along the beach without being disturbed.

‘It’s pretty here’

‘See I have good taste’ you winked. ‘Are you glad you listened to me?’

‘I always listen to you’ he laughed, pulling you in front of him so he could hold you as you walked before stopping to look out onto the horizon so you could watch the sun slip behind the sea.

You felt a peace for the first time in a little while, his cheek resting on top of your head and arms around your waist making you feel warm and safe and judging by the way you could feel him relaxing into you, you could tell Mason felt the same.

Not too long after he turned you both so you could face each other, brushing some loose hair behind your ears before cupping your jaw so he could place feather light kisses over your nose and across your cheeks.

‘I love you so much’ he whispered,

‘I love you too’ you told him. Breath caught in your throat at how romantic this all seemed and the way he was looking down at you made your heart race in your chest.

He looked like he was going to say something else but he just gave his head a small shake before kissing your forehead.

‘You still fancy going on the pier?’

‘Yeah, okay. I quite like the idea of beating you at something’ you smiled, pulling him along as he laughed behind you. He teased you the whole way along the pier about how he was gonna make you eat your words and as soon as you walked in he was straight over to the basketball hoop.

‘But I’m no good at this’ you laughed ‘I like the ones where you put the 2p’s in until they all fall out’ you explained with a huff but he wasn’t having it, handing you a ball and setting your hoop up so you could play against each other. You were even worse than you thought you’d be and the excited shrills coming from Mason were really putting you off.

‘New high score baby’ he teased, pinching your side and you were starting to realise you were in for a long evening.

You knew Mason was competitive but the fact that it extended to meaningless games like this made you giggle until you we’re starting to get annoyed about all the games he was winning.

‘Fancy a game of air hockey?’ He asked, walking over to the now free table and even though you didn’t feel like being humiliated again you followed him over and took up your position. You’d never played before but it seemed simple enough and as soon as the puck was flying in your direction you were quick to hit it back straight into Masons goal.

You both stood in shock, eyes wide as you looked at each other and whilst you wanted to laugh you could see his brows were furrowed a little.

‘Beginners luck’ he huffed, retrieving the puck and placing it back onto the table before getting back into position. You had a pretty good rhythm going for a few minutes until once again you blasted your puck into his goal. ‘What the fuck’ he moaned, louder than he intended and you cheekily shushed him as there were kids around.

‘Mason, language’

‘Yeah, whatever. Are you ready?’ He asked, chucking the puck down again and not even waiting for you but you were too quick and managed to hit the puck right back to him.

His face was a picture, concentration and anger all over his features but you were on a high. Happy you were finally good at something and you knew you shouldn’t of but you felt the need to rub it in a little.

‘Come on Mase, I thought you were good at attacking and defending? You’ve been shocking at both so far’

‘I don’t normally play with my arms, smart arse’ he growled, hitting the puck as hard as he could but it just ended up bouncing off both sides and into his own goal. ‘This is bullshit, you must be cheating’ he fumed, slamming the puck back down and for a second you thought about easing up on him a little bit but he’d rubbed your face in it all night and you figured he could use a taste of his own medicine. You ended up winning 5-0 in the end and he was more furious than you’d ever seen him.

‘Oh come on Mase, you lost one game it’s not the end of the world’ you tried reassure him, walking round to place your hand on his arm but he shrugged you off, mumbling something under his breath as he walked the other way. ‘Mase?’ you pouted, following him outside but he didn’t stop for you.

‘Surprised you can hear me over that massive ego’ he murmured, making his way over to the railing so he could look out to sea and even though you knew he was just being silly and a little but hurt you couldn’t deny his words stung a little bit. You didn’t think you’d been overly obnoxious, not half as bad as he’d been but by the way he was reacting to you, you wondered if you’d gone too far.

‘Mase? Please don’t tell me you’re this upset about a game of air hockey’ you asked, brushing up besides him as he let out a deep breath he’d been holding.

‘I don’t like loosing’

‘I know but it doesn’t mean anything’ you reasoned, bumping your shoulder into his before forcing you way into his arms so you could hold his face in between yours hands. He was still pouting a little bit so you tried to kiss it away, feeling a sense of accomplishment come over you as he smiled gently. ‘Why don’t we have another game?’

‘Nah, let just play something else’ he told you, shaking his head and looking around to see what different things they had outside before his eyes fell on a game where you had to throw balls at some clowns to knock them down and you stood and cheered him on as he threw the balls as hard as he could.

‘What shall we do with all our tickets?’ You asked holding them all in your arms but you knew it wouldn’t be enough for anything worth having as you’d taken a look at the prizes and they were worth way more than you had. ‘Shall we give them away?’

‘Yeah, let me find someone’ he smiled, eyes scanning the arcade until he saw a little boy in an England shirt. You watched him carefully approach, tapping him on the shoulder and your heart melted as the little boy realised who it was. A look of shock and disbelief taking over his face as Mason knelt down to his level. ‘Hello mate, I’ve got a load of tickets but I don’t have time to change them up. Would you like them?’ He asked and the little boy nodded his head before throwing him self at Mason for a cuddle.

‘Thank you’ he murmured adorably, pulling back so Mason could hand the tickets over and you could tell the little boy was overwhelmed as his bottom lip started to tremble.

‘You alright, mate?’ Mason asked softly before the boy was hugging Mason again. You didn’t often get to see Mason interacting with fans like this but Every time it made your heart soar. He was so loving and soft and you just wanted to kiss him all over his perfect face.

It didn’t take long for the boys dad to come over, wondering why a random man was hugging his kid but as soon he clocked it was Mason they were all laughing. You offered to take a picture of the three of them as a parting gift and as you strolled towards the exit you felt him bump your arm and nod over to the air hockey table.

‘One more game? Winner takes all?’ He laughed, trying to make it look as though he was kidding but you could see the seriousness in his eyes so you walked him over and you yourselves set up.

He was really really trying to beat you, practically leaning halfway across the table as his tongue fell from his mouth in concentration. You were giving as good as you got though, knowing he wanted to win but you weren’t about to let him off easy and after a few intense minutes you smashed the puck directly into his goal.

‘Yesssss!’ You cried, jumping in the air to the side of the table so you could impersonate one of his goal celebrations by pretending to throw a fire ball at him but he just stood looking at you with a stoney expression whilst he bit the inside of his cheek. ‘Oh come on Mase, join in’

‘No’

‘So you’ll do it with Chilly but not with me?’

‘Get back over there or I’ll start without you’ he grumbled as you circled him, laughing your head off at how you kept winning but you were soon back in your place and ready to go again. He slammed the puck down once more and you could see the determination in his eyes but you weren’t quite ready for the force he hit the puck with or the pain that seared through your hand when it hit you at an awkward angle.

You jumped back, yelping in pain as you cradled your aching hand before looking towards Mason. He was staring back at you with wide eyes and a guilty expression.

‘Shit, y/n. I’m so fucking sorry, are you okay?’ He panicked, rushing over to take a look but you held your hand to your chest. ‘Baby? Please I’m so sorry you know I didn’t do it on purpose. Please let me see’

‘It’s fine’ you sighed, letting him take your hand so he could inspect it but there wasn’t much to see in the dark. That didn’t stop his from bringing your hand to his lips so he could pepper it with small kisses and even though you were a little mad with him you couldn’t help but smile.

‘I think I need to accept that air hockey isn’t my game’ he told you with a sigh before cupping your jaw so he could press a delicate kiss to your lips. ‘Im so sorry baby, I feel awful’ he whispered.

‘You should’ you laughed, pulling away so you could grab his hand and link your fingers together. ‘I think we should end the game there’

‘I think so too’ he said shyly, and upset frown on his face as he was clearly annoyed with himself for lashing out like he had but he let you pull him outside to the exit, walking passed the claw machines and you were almost at the end when he pulled you over to stand in front of one.

‘Look baby, they’ve got the little seagulls with chips in their mouths’ he told you excitedly, your mind automatically going back a few weeks to when you’d both gone to visit Portsmouth. Taking Summer and Mila for a walk on the beach in the afternoon and it was all going well until Mason was attacked by the same birds for his chips. The memory of him squealing and shouting in fear was still fresh in your mind and you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of it. ‘Let me win you one to say sorry’

‘It’s fine, Mase’ you told him ‘no one ever wins these things’ you tried to explain but he just shook his head and grabbed a load of coins from his pocket.

‘Well I’m not stopping till I get one. I don’t care how much it costs’ he mumbled, already pressing the button to make the claw go down to grab one. It was halfway up before it fell out and you let him have a few more goes until he offered you a try. It was all in vein though, you not having any more luck than mason and all you seemed to be doing was flipping them over at this point so you told him you were done but he clearly wasn’t.

You’d been on the pier for a while now, your legs and body tired not just from tonight but from the whole day so you went and took a seat on a bench near by, facing away from Mason and out to sea. You couldn’t exactly see it cause it was so dark but you could hear the waves and the sound made you feel at peace.

It was only a few minutes later when you felt someone brush up besides you and you knew it was Mason instantly. He stopped just in front of you with his hands behind his back before kneeling so you were at the same hight.

‘Y/n’ he smiled, trying to be serious but you could see the smile gently playing on his lips.

‘Mason’ you replied, leaning forward just a touch, fluorescent lights of the games dancing over his face and making him look even more beautiful to the point you wanted to close the gap and kiss him but you knew he had more to say.

‘Would you please accept this seagull as a token of my apology’ he told you seriously, revealing the toy from behind his back with a smile, causing you to laugh as you reached for it.

‘I accept your apology Mason’ you told him softly, reaching over to cup his jaw and leave a soft kiss on his lips. He hummed appreciatively into your mouth instantly, kissing you back a little bit harder but you pulled back after a few moments. Remembering where you were and who you were with. ‘Shall we head back?’

‘Sounds perfect’

The next day Mason had reserved for a beach day and lucky enough for the pair of you the weather seemed to be playing along. You woke up to bright sunshine but an empty bed so after you’d pulled on one of Masons shirts you plodded downstairs to see if you could find him.

He was stood in the kitchen, packing what appeared to be a picnic basket in nothing but a pair of shorts and his face softened as soon as his eyes met yours.

‘Good morning sleeping beauty’ he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before another gentle one to your lips.

‘What time is it?’ You asked, wrapping your arms around him as he carried on packing the basket, feeling his body vibrate as he chuckled underneath you.

‘10:15’

‘That’s not that late’

‘It is, you’ve only got an hour and 45 minutes left of the morning. I’ve done loads while you’ve been asleep’

‘Oh yeah? Like what?’

‘Well I went for a run with Parker, came back and had a shower and went out again to a little bakery I saw in the village. Got us some lunch for the beach in there and a little bit of breakfast’ he smiled, nodding towards plate of pastries that were sat just to the right of him and you felt your tummy rumble immediately.

‘Thank you Masey’ you murmured softly before kissing his back and taking a step over to pick up your favourite.

‘You’re welcome. When you’re ready we’ll get everything together and head down yeah?’ He smiled, gesturing down to the sandy beach that you could see from your giant window in your living room and you nodded quickly before jumping up to run back upstairs and get changed.

The walk down to the beach didn’t take long but Mason seemed insistent on bringing half your luggage with him but by the time he’d set everything up you were happy he had. The little chair he’d carried down was comfier than you thought it would be and once you were ready to get settled you striped yourself down into your bikini you watched Masons jaw drop.

‘Holy mother of god’ he he said lowly, his eyes eating you up as he took in your figure. You didn’t think it was anything too exciting, a simple black bikini top and matching high waisted bottoms but you knew it looked good and the fact that the bottom was more of a thong than anything else was a bit risky but it was worth it to see the look in his eye. ‘If there wasn’t other people around I would be on you in a second you look unreal’

‘You like?’ You teased, giving him a quick twirl before sitting down, and the way he parted your legs so he could slip his body in between let you know he did. Even after all this time together he still looked at you like it was the first time and you hummed into his mouth as he pressed a heavy kiss on your lips.

‘I love. You’re such a tease I swear’ he whispered, his fingers dancing along the waistband of your bottoms before trailing them down the tops of your thighs. ‘You wait till later I’m gonna make you feel so good’ his breathed, his lips just touching yours and after a quick kiss he was jumping up so he could whip his top off.

If the way you felt about him in this moment was the same way he felt about you then you got why he was looking at you the way he was. You saw Masons body often but you never got tired of the sight. His soft hips were a contrast to the hardness of his abs but he was perfect to you in every single way and you had to restrain yourself from reaching for him so you could kiss all over his tummy.

You both quickly got to work sun creaming each other up, Mason paying extra attention to your bum, telling you the only burn you should ever feel there should be from his hand print but the sexy and assertive Mason was soon out the window as he popped on his mask and snorkel so he could go for a swim.

‘You look ridiculous’ you laughed, settling down into your chair as he pouted at you playfully.

‘Yeah well I’ll remember you said that when I see some cool fish and you wanna have a look’ he pouted, sounding like he had a cold as his nose was sucked into the mask and you sat watching him confused as he started rummaging through a bag he’d bought down with him. You couldn’t contain your laughter as he produced a pair of flippers and you wondered where the hell he’d been hiding them.

‘You can’t be serious’ you giggled, almost crying with laughter as he struggled to get them on but he was soon up, taking massive floppy steps towards the sea and flipping you off with a chuckle as you laughed to the point of tears.

‘Come on Parker, daddy will take you for a swim’

‘You make sure you look after him’ you shouted but you knew Parker was in safe hands with Mason.

Once he was at the shore and in deep enough, he flopped in, taking a few strokes out so he was a bit deeper before floating face down. It was fun watching him for a little bit, just floating as he looked around and tried to make sure Parker didn’t swim too far away but you could feel your eyes getting heavy and since he was occupied you adjusted your hat to make sure the sun wasn’t beating down on your face too hard before relaxing so you could take a little nap. You could just feel yourself drifting off when splashes of cold water woke you up with a fright.

There stood Mason, fresh from the sea and shaking his hair at you as Parker did the same, and you screeched as you flew up from the chair.

‘Mason what the fuck’ you moaned, rushing towards him but he somehow managed to grab you and manoeuvre you so you were flung over his shoulder, rushing down back towards the sea and you were sure the sounds of your laughter could be heard from miles away. ‘Please don’t throw me in’ you managed to get out as he started wading in but when the water came to just passed his knees he moved you so your legs were around his waist as he he held you by your bum. His eyes were sparking with joy and even though he seemed to have all the power over you and could literally drop you in the freezing water at any second, you couldn’t help but lean over and kiss him.

‘I wouldn’t do that to you baby, I’ve got you I promise’ he whispered against your lips softly and you smiled at how adorable he was being with you now.

The water wasn’t as cold as you thought it was going to be but it was still a shock. He walked in slowly though and before you knew it the water was up to your chest, legs still around him as he held you to his body as Parker watched you closely from the shore, not wanting to get wet again by the looks of things and you didn’t blame him.

‘Are you having a nice time?’ He asked quietly, kissing your nose gently before his lips moved to your cheeks and then across your jaw.

‘Yeah, I’m glad we can have some time just the two of us’ you smiled, relaxing at the feel of his lips. ‘Well three of us I suppose’ you laughed, your thumbs brushing along the imprint the mask had left on his cheeks before kissing along the marks and watching his cheeks flush. He was so adorable and you loved the way he still reacted to your touch but it was the reaction of having you wrapped around him that had you feeling something pressing against you that made you eye him curiously.

‘I’ve literally got your bare bum in my hands, what do you expect?’ he laughed cheekily causing you to hide your face in his neck as his chest rumbled underneath you.

You were both quiet for a moment, just holding each other as you relished in the peace. Watching the sparse clouds roll through the sky and the sound of the waves relaxed you more that anything and you knew then and there that there was no where else you’d rather be, or would ever want to be again, than in the arms of the man who you loved more than you ever thought you could.

You pulled away so you could look at him, a soft look in his warm eyes and your heart thudded at the way he was staring at you. You could feel the love pouring from him and it only took you a second to lean forward so you could press you lips to his.

It was a slow lazy kiss, one that warmed your belly and made your skin tingle more than the sun ever could but you were both smiling too much to get any further into it. In the end just resting your foreheads against each others so he could rub his nose against yours every so often.

Mason carefully walked you out of the sea and placed you on the sand at the shore right by Parker so you could walk back to your stuff hand in hand but rather than sit in your chair you laid down with him as Parker got comfy by your legs. Mason on his front with his head on your shoulder and arm slung over your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair softly until you feel his breathing change and you knew he was asleep.

He wasn’t out for long, waking up to complain he was hungry so he dished out all the food he’d bought that morning and you sat in between his legs with your back to his chest so you could still be close.

It was early evening when you headed back up to the house. Mason had let you use his mask and snorkel but you passed up the opportunity of wearing his flippers and the only thing you could see was seaweed as he helped you move around. You didn’t get the appeal though so you went back to sit so you could read your book and he could take another nap before taking Parker on a big walk. Your plan for the evening was to cook again before taking some drinks and snacks out to the fire pit in the garden and make use of the hot tub but you felt sandy and gross as soon as you stepped inside and Mason could tell instantly.

‘You fancy a bath? That one’s massive upstairs and I really wanna try it’ he smiled, kissing your nose aster you nodded. ‘I’ll go run it for us yeah?’

‘Okay, I’ll just pop this stuff in the fridge and I’ll be up’ you smiled and with one final kiss he vanished.

The sea air must of got to Parker and you watched him trot right over to his bed before getting settled and you dished him out some food and water before scratching behind his ears in the way he loved. He was out soon after and with a quick kiss to his head you made your way to Mason.

You didn’t think you’d been that long but by the time you made it to the bathroom he was already in the bath, head back against the edge as he laid there peacefully and no matter how quiet you’d wanted to be, he felt you move besides him and his eyes were on yours.

‘Come on slow coach, I’ve got it the perfect temperature’ he laughed, watching you undress with hungry eyes before helping you in to sit in front of him. Your back to his chest as you leant your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around your middle.

‘This bath is massive’ you laughed, the water just below your neck. ‘It’s like double the size of ours’

‘Is this you telling me you want one like this at home’

‘I wouldn’t say no’

‘I mean if it means we get to take more baths together then I’m all for it’ he told you cheekily, his hands trailing down your body so he could grip your thighs with his fingers, massaging the inner parts of them.

You let out a soft sigh, relaxing back into him even further as you enjoyed the way his fingers were dancing over your skin but you knew this was only ending one way. Your suspicions were confirmed when his hand hooked under your right thigh so he could lift your leg and place it over the edge of the bath so he could access you better. His left hand reaching for your chest and you bit your lip at the contact.

‘Just relax for me, baby. Let me take care of you’ he whispered into your ear and all you could do was nod whilst you tried to do what he said.

You gasped when you finally felt his fingers trace along your folds. You knew he was being extra gentle with you which you loved and given with how relaxed you were, you were ready to let him do what he wanted so when he finally brushed over where you needed him most you couldn’t help but moan loudly.

‘That’s it’s baby. You sound so pretty like that’ he murmured, gently rubbing you in slow circles as he palmed your boob with his free hand. ‘That feel good?’

‘Mmhmm’ you managed to get out, cursing under your breath straight after as he way playing with you just how you liked it and even though he’d only just started you could feel the start of your high bubbling away.

‘Look at me’ he whispered and you managed to turn your head slightly to look into his eyes. ‘Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?’ He asked, lowering his fingers down to your entrance and you gasped as he teased a finger in.

‘Mase’ you whimpered, holding onto the edge of the bath for some stability as he added another. Slowly pumping them in and out of you as you clenched around him and you could of sworn you were seeing stars. He knew you like the back of his hand, knew exactly where to touch you and how to drive you wild and if he really wanted to he could make you reach your high in no time at all but you knew he was dragging everything out as he delicately pulsed his fingers inside of you.

‘You’re so beautiful baby’ He spoke against your neck before gently sucking on the skin at the base of it. You were so turned on by his words and his fingers working away inside of you that you couldn’t help but grind down onto him a little bit but the hand on your chest soon moved down to your hip so he could hold you in place. ‘Nuh uh. This is about you’

‘But Mase-‘

‘I know, but you need to cum first yeah?’ He told you softly, his thumb now back on your clit to help you and the moan that left your lips would of embarrassed you if you hadn’t been too caught up on how he was making you feel. ‘I can feel how close you are, gorgeous. Come on, let it out for me’

Mason knew his words got you off just as much as his actions did so all so his encouragements were just getting you to the edge faster and soon enough you felt the coil snap. Profanities falling from your lips and he rode you through it and the gentle coaxing from him made it even better until you were spent and he slowly removed his fingers from you.

‘Shall we get in the shower? Wash everything off?’ You suggested, a cheeky glimmer in your eyes that he caught onto immediately and after a quick kiss he was helping you out so he could pull you into the shower.

You grabbed his shower gel quickly, soaping your hands up so you could rub it over him under the guise that you were simply helping him wash but it was really an excuse so that you could touch him. Working your way around to his back so you could lean your chest against him and as soon as he placed his hands on the wall in front of him to help him balance, you let your hands trail down to his length so you could start to stroke over him.

That first moan felt like heaven, made your knees weak and your head fuzzy but you knew what you had to do.

You wanted to hear him. Hear the way you were driving him crazy. You wanted to feel his body tense as you pulled his high from him. You wanted to see that pretty pink pout on his lips as he finally came undone, confident in the knowledge that it was you that had caused it. You had made him feel that good.

‘Y/n, p-please’ he breathed, clearly wanting you to speed your movements up a little bit but you were going slow on purpose.

You ignored his pleas, kissing over his back as your other hand softly roamed his abs and you revelled in the way they fluttered under your touch. Letting the warm water trickle over your bodies and wash the soap away as you slowly pleasured him. The moans pouring from his throat were sinful and the rush of adrenaline you seemed to be getting from this made you feel better than you thought it would.

You didn’t want him to cum like this though, wanted to see him. Feel him. Taste him.

Not wanting to waste any time as you knew he was on the edge, you let go and spun him around. Pressing his back up against the tiles and dropping a quick kiss to his lips before you started kissing down his body, paying extra attention to your favourite mole before getting on your knees and down to business. You could tell he was aching for some relief so you didn’t mess around or try and tease him, taking him in your mouth straight away and from the way he let out a shuddery breath you knew he was ready for you.

You were determined to make him feel the best he ever had so you let your fingers trail over his thighs before you grabbed his wrists so you could move them into your hair. He caught on straight away, pulling it up and away out of your face gently as you flashed your eyes up to look at him. He was looking straight back, eyes dark and lips parted as he let out shallow breaths and the look of pleasure on his face gave you a push to keep going.

‘Fuck, y/n. You look so fucking good baby’ he whimpered, letting you take control and do what you wanted to him.

You knew what he liked though, able to reduce him to a grunting mess in no time and without warning you felt him try to still your movements like usual when he was just about to let go but you fought him, continuing to bob up and down on him as you swallowed him down until he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled you off with a pop.

He didn’t say a word, simply hoisted you up and pulled you into his arms so he could hold you. The pair of content in each other's arms as the warm water washed away your sins. Only pulling back to give each other a soft kiss as you laughed at each other shyly.

‘Shall we get out? We’ll start looking like raisins soon’ he joked but you let him pull you out and wrap you in a towel before leading you back into your room and popping you down on the end of the bed whilst he found the pair of you some clothes to change into.

‘You okay there my love?’ He asked, drooping a kiss on your forehead as you let out a yawn when he placed one of his shirts and your shorts in your lap.

‘Just a little sleepy that’s all’ you smiled up at him, your head resting in his hand that he was using to support the side of your head and you smiled at each other softly.

‘Why don’t you have a nap then? I’ll go make dinner and check on Parker. I’ll come and get you when it’s done’

‘No Mase it’s fine’

‘Well I’m ordering you to take a nap missy’ he smiled, lightly pulling you up so he could help you get changed and once you were he pushed you down onto the bed before dropping a kiss on your cheek. ‘I’ll come wake you up soon okay?’

‘Okay’ you chuckled, snuggling down to hopefully get some rest. It had been a long day and even though you hadn’t done much you still felt exhausted. Hoping a quick Power Nap would set you up for the rest of the evening.

You were woken up by a strange tussling sound, your eyes opening ever so slightly so you could find the source of the noise and your eyes were on Mason immediately. His back was facing you as he played around with whatever was In his hands and you almost shut your eyes again until you saw what he was holding when he turned slightly.

A little black box.

A little black ring box.

It was open and you couldn’t see what was in it but you had a good guess from the soft smile on his face as he looked down into it. Suddenly the teasing from his family made sense as to why he had to double check that he’d packed everything and your whole body froze as you realised what this trip was for and Why he was so insistent on you picking somewhere that was special to you.

He wanted to make it even more special.

The snap of the box as he shut it made you jump but you shut your eyes immediately to make it look like you were asleep and only when Mason came over to try and wake you up did you look at him. Trying you hardest to pretend like you hadn’t seen what you just had.

‘Come on, miss sleeps a lot. If you don’t wake up now you won’t sleep tonight’ he told you softly, his lips pressing soft kisses all over your face until you opened your eyes to look at him. ‘There she is. Dinner won’t be long so I thought I’d get you up’ he murmured, placing one final kiss to your forehead before getting up to chase Parker out the door.

You were trying to act as natural as possible so he didn’t find out you knew his secret but he seemed to be acting just as oblivious as you were to the point you’d forgotten about it until the next night when you’d finally gone for dinner out somewhere nice.

The restaurant was small and quiet but it felt cosy and intimate as you sat and spoke about all your favourite parts of your little trip together. Laughing as you recalled the way he got so grumpy when he lost air hockey and the ridiculous way he’d looked in his flippers.

‘Thank you for a lovely weekend, Mase. I’ve had the best time’ you smiled and he smiled back just as warmly. A nervous look on his face slowly taking over his features before he gulped.

‘I have to’ he said quietly before stuffing his hand into his pocket. ‘There’s something I want to give you’ he whispered, placing his hand on the table before pushing a small black box in your direction.

It was the same one you’d seen him look at earlier when he thought you’d been asleep and your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his.

‘Mase, what’s this?’

‘Open it and find out’ he whispered, nodding down to the box but you didn’t think you had the strength to do it. He was staring you down though so with shaking hands you lifted the box and opened it.

A small pair of studs sat in inside, little red hearts carved from some sort of gem whilst tiny little diamonds sat on the bottom of them. They were beautiful and you gasped as your eyes flew up to meet Mason's excited ones.

‘They’re garnets, my birthstone’ he told you softly, a shiver rolling through you at how thoughtful he’d been however these were the last things you expected to be in there. ‘Do you like them?’

‘I love them’ you smiled, trying to act as natural as possible and ignore the sinking feeling in your tummy. You felt a little silly for assuming it would be something else now but you didn’t want him to catch on to what you were thinking. Forgetting he could read you like a book and always had been able to.

‘You sure? You can be honest with me, I can take them back’

‘No, don’t be silly’ you laughed, placing the box on the table before standing up so you could plant a quick kiss on his lips. ‘Thank you, Mase. They’re beautiful’

‘You’re welcome’ he replied shyly, reaching for your hand as you sat down so he could link your fingers together.

‘I feel bad, I don’t have anything for you’

‘Oh shush’ he laughed, squeezing your hand as he gazed at you lovingly. ‘You being here is more than enough for me’ he told you honestly and you felt your heart thud at the shy look on his face. ‘I’m serious. I know it’s not long but I love getting to do stuff like this when we can’

‘Me too’ you whispered, pulling his hand up so you could kiss his knuckles and your heart soared at the deep blush that took over his cheeks.

After dinner you decided to head back to the house. Another night by the fire pit calling your name so you quickly got changed before grabbing Parker and the marshmallows so you could get seated and ready for Mason to join you on your last evening in your own little slice of paradise.

‘You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?’ He asked, falling into the seat next to you before taking your hands into his. ‘And don’t say it’s nothing cause I know there’s something’

‘Mase-‘

‘Is it the earrings? It’s really not that big of a deal if you don’t like them-‘

‘No Mase’ you laughed ‘look, see? I’ve got them in’ you smiled, showing him your ears and your heart warmed at the soft smile on his face.

‘Well what is it then? You seem… disappointed’ he noted and you hadn’t realised you’d been so transparent. Then again this was Mason, he could read you like an open book and you contemplated brushing it off but in the end you realised you should probably be honest with him.

‘I’m gonna sound insane when I tell you’

‘No you won’t’ he smiled reassuringly and you took one last big beep breath before explaining.

‘The box these came in, it looks very similar to a box another piece of jewellery comes in. At first I thought it was going to be something else’

He was looking at you like he had no idea what you were talking about until you suddenly saw it click in his brain. His lips forming an ‘o’ but you couldn’t look at him for much longer and you felt your cheeks start to burn.

‘I didn’t even think’

‘It’s not your fault’ you laughed

‘So you’re disappointed it wasn’t what you thought it was’

‘I guess so’ you laughed, feeling him tickle your sides lightly to try and cheer you up before looking at you a bit more seriously.

‘Is that something you’d want? You know, to get married?’ He asked tentatively but your warm smile made him visibly relax.

‘If it’s not you Mase, then it’s not gonna be anyone’ you told him truthfully, your heart thudding at how his face softened at your words. ‘I told you once I’d made peace with that fact I’d probably always be alone but that’s not what I want anymore’

‘I don’t want that for you either’ he laughed.

‘I feel like we know what we want our future to look like and marriage would just be the next step you know?’

‘Yeah, you’re right’ he smiled, wider than you’d ever seen him smile before and it made you want to carry on talking so he would keep smiling.

‘I want to spend my life with you, Mase. And I don’t mind what that looks like. At some point I’d like to get married but I don’t mind if that’s now or ten years down the line. We’ve already spoken about mini mounts and if it happens but I just wanna carry on like we are you know? Just doing life together. You me and Parker’

The way he was looking at you was making your head spin, you were hoping you hadn’t said anything too much or gone too far but the soft kiss he left on your lips melted you and you felt okay again.

‘We’ve come a long way huh? Never thought I’d hear you talk about having my kids when we first were getting to know each other’ he joked

‘Well is that what you want?’

‘It’s what I’ve always wanted’ he whispered, kissing your cheek softly. ‘Remember that first night I stayed at yours? I came round and we made cookies?’

‘I remember’ you smiled, images of you and him being cheeky in the kitchen rolling through your mind and you felt warm at the memory.

‘When I saw you’d put a picture of us on your fridge I told myself I was gonna marry you one day. I know it seems like a lifetime ago but you’ve had me since I first saw you. You know you’ve completely ruined me for anyone else don’t you?’ he smiled brightly before getting serious again. ‘Then when I nearly lost you after my injury, that first night you were home I didn’t sleep. Just held you and told myself I’d never let you slip through my fingers again’

‘You haven’t’ you laughed, fingers dancing over the back of his hand before threading your fingers together.

‘Everything you’ve just said is all I’ve ever dreamed of’ he told you softly, his glossy eyes looking over into yours before you kissed him softly. ‘We’re soulmates, me and you. I’ve known it for the longest time and I just love you with everything I have’

‘Love you, too’ you whispered back, fingers still stroking over his skin as his eyes flickered over your face. His sweet words replaying in your ears and you knew he was right. He was your soulmate, and you’d both been out on this earth to find each other. There was a strange look in his eye but you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was and in the next second he was trying to move you out of his lap.

‘Wait here a sec, yeah? I’ll be one minute’ he told you, untangling himself from you before dashing inside. You weren’t sure where what was happening but he was quicker than you thought he’d be, the same excited smile on his face and he made you laugh as he came towards you with grabby hands. ‘Stand up for me’

‘Why?’ You laughed, eyeing him curiously but he wasn’t backing down so you took his outstretched hands, letting him pull you up before walking you to the other side of the fire where he pulled you into a big hug. ‘Did you just pull me up for a hug’ you laughed after a few seconds but when he pulled back you realised it was a hug of reassurance more than anything else, your eyes darting to Parker who was now watching you both with with his head slightly tilted to the side as if he was just as unsure of what was going on as you were.

‘I need you to just listen to me, yeah?’ He chuckled, pulling back so he could hold your hands and look deep into your eyes. ‘I was waiting for the perfect moment but being with you, every moment is perfect’ he told you softly, letting go of one on your hands so he could reach into his back pocket before taking a step back and kneeling down on one knee in front of you.

It’s like you’d gone into autopilot, not really believing what you were seeing as his big brown eyes looked up at you full of hope.

‘I love you, y/n y/l/n. So so much. I don’t wanna wait ten years when I’ve known for a very long time that you’re the one for me. I tell myself all the time the best decision I ever made was going for a walk at 1am cause it led me to you and I’d do it again a million times over. In this life and the next and all the other ones that come after it cause you’re it for me and I’m so lucky to have found you. Cause I feel like you were put there just for me to find. This, what we have, I want that every day for as long as I possibly can’ he told you finally bringing his arm forward to reveal another black box, but he opened it for you this time, the ring you were expecting at dinner now sat proudly inside and you felt a shiver run through you at the sight of it. ‘Will you marry me?’

You couldn’t speak, collapsing to your knees in front of him so you could wrap your arms around his neck and you felt him chuckle as he pulled you into his body. You were sobbing your little heart out, unable to control your emotions but you wanted to look at him again, pulling back so you could hold his face in between your hands and the tear marks down his cheeks only made you sob harder.

‘Are you s-sure?’ You laughed, watching him roll his eyes before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

‘Of course I’m sure, you big melon’ he laughed, squeezing your sides. ‘Come on, don’t leave me hanging. Is it a yes?’

‘It’s a yes’ you whispered, nodding your head furiously before pulling him towards you for a loving kiss. You could feel his relief pouring into you as you held onto each other like you might disappear. Only pulling back so you could rest your foreheads against each other to try and settle each other.

‘Can I put the ring on you now?’ He laughed after a moment of silence and you joined in with him, completely forgetting about the ring as you’d only spent half a second looking at it. You pulled away to look at each other but you couldn’t speak so you just nodded, watching in awe as he opened the box again to reveal the ring of your dreams.

You gasped lightly as he took it out, popping the box on the floor before taking your left hand with his seemingly shaky ones so he could slide the ring onto your ring finger and you were pleased to find it was the perfect size.

‘Do you like it? I can get it changed if you want-‘

You cut him off with a kiss, letting him know you loved it with your lips before pulling back to look into his warm eyes.

‘You could have proposed with a ready salted hula hoop and I still would have said yes’ you whispered, causing him to chuckle before pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose.

‘I wish you would have told me that earlier. Would of saved me a lot of money’ he joked and you rolled your eyes before letting him help you up to stand. ‘Oh and before you ask, I got permission’

‘You spoke to my dad?’

‘No, Freya’ he winked, pulling you into a hug as you both laughed before he sat back to give you some air. ‘Parker look. Mummy and daddy are getting married’ Mason laughed, tapping his thighs so Parker would come over and join you and you laughed at his slow steps. Seemily unphased at how excited you were but you appreciated the face licks just the same.

You’d said it to each other tonight already, but you really couldn’t believe how far you and Mason had come. From not wanting to see him and ignoring his texts to sitting here with him now. The love of your life declaring he also wants to spend his life with you and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Everything the pair of you had been through, the good and the bad, had led you to here and you were so thankful to have finally found your home. The place and the person you belonged to.

After copious amounts of cuddling on the floor, Mason eventually moved you back to sit where you had been and you were holding onto him to dear life. Nothing felt real and you didn’t want to wake up from the dream you seemed to be in so you just held each other as you tried to contain your joy.

‘I can’t believe it’ you laughed, taking another glance at your ring before looking up into Mason's soft eyes.

‘The future Mrs Mount huh? Who would've ever thought’ ’

‘Not me’ you laughed, letting him wipe the last few tears from your face before placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. ‘I love you so much’

‘I love you too, my little mountaineer’

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masonmount Left with a girlfriend, came home with a fiancée 🤍

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Y/n loml 🥺🩷 I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you

masonmount how’s the view from up here baby? 😉

Y/n beautiful 😘

Freyaaaaxo damn son that’s a fat rock 🤭 also I’m not crying you’re crying. CONGRATS MUM AND DAD 🥰

masonmount wouldn’t be here without you 🩷

declanrice my boys all grown up 🥺 love you bro

masonmount family ❤️

woody_ mate you’re punching

Y/n 😌

masonmount I’ll punch you in a minute

Freyaaaaxo Someone’s sleeping on the sofa tonight and it’s not Mason

sophiaaemelia watching the pair of you grow together has been so special. Congratulations my loves 🤍

Y/n miss you soph 🩷

benchilwell got my best man speech ready to go 😉

declanrice get in line

woody_ a trio of best men

lew.mount welcome to the family officially y/n! Proud of the pair you ❤️

masonmount love you brother ❤️

kaihavertz congratulations man 🤍 miss you guys

masonmount we miss you too

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[cauliplea]

YANDERE!RATIO HEADCANONS!

Authors Note: Starting this off with an apology because I have lost the request for this. (I'm not good with Tumblr.) I also apologize for being away for so long; I just didn't feel like writing. As the name suggests, this is all the headcanons me and my beta reader (Dandelion) have come up with. Please enjoy. 

I do love yandere stuff; however, the anon requested Angst headcanons, but I'm not sure how to make this angsty since they're headcanons, so here are some general headcanons:

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☆ At first he'd be confused about his feelings; the man knows the textbook definition of love, not the actual emotion, especially not when it's the unhealthy kind. 

☆ After the initial shock, the next stage is denial. No matter how much he tries to reject his feelings, he can't help the way his eyes follow you every time and how his thoughts are filled with you. 

☆ his obsession would start off small, just watching your every move and keeping mental notes of your schedule, but soon the mental thoughts manifested themselves into an actual book only for his eyes to see. 

☆  He finds it cute but also so frustrating how oblivious you are to his advances; he could gauge out his heart and hand it to you, yet you'd still look at him in a dumbfounded way. 

☆ This man is obsessed with knowledge; he knows you better than you know yourself. your friends? He has already researched all of them and made sure they wouldn't get in his way. You have to go somewhere? He's already following you from behind and making sure you don't get into any accidents.

☆ However, if you did get in an accident, he's the type of person to scold you while bandaging your wounds. Outside, his brows might be furrowed and his voice might be sharp, but inside, his heart is racing at the opportunity of feeling your skin. 

☆ He is very possessive; he doesn't like people touching his belongings, and that includes you. literally. If anyone ever tried taking you away from him, he would immediately get them in trouble. He won't do it directly; oh no, he can't risk his reputation like that. The man might be head over heels for you, but he still cares about his image. 

☆ He wouldn't kill or injure people. 

Unless it's absolutely necessary, it's a waste of time, and he doesn't want to dirty his hands. The method he uses to get them out of the picture is to get them expelled or suspended. (Bad comparison, I know, but it's like the expelling method in yandere simulator.) The teachers trust him, so they take his words as fact.

☆ if that doesn't work, he'd dig up dirt on the person and badmouth them until you subconsciously start avoiding them, or belittle the person to the point of insecurity until they leave you alone. cruel, I know, but that's how yanderes are. 

☆ if he had to result in violence, then he wouldn't have to do much; just one hit with his book is enough to knock a man down. With his knowledge of science, he wouldn't leave any evidence behind either. 

☆ he'd insult your intelligence in classes and then propose the idea of letting him tutor you, begging himself in his head that you'd agree. And in those said tutoring lessons, you can practically count how many times he "accidentally" touched your hand while correcting your mistakes.

☆ he'd love taking photos of you; the book he had of you would contain a lot of them, but he doesn't stop at photos, he'd make an entire statue of you to admire it. 

☆ personal opinion, but I think this many would be into body worship; he recognizes beauty, and he'd be on his knees for you, but he also wants the same treatment for himself. 

☆ the way he'd confess would be perfect— too perfect, actually. He has done so much research that he knows exactly how you'd want to get asked out and where. He'd play out your fantasies as if it were a stage play to make sure you'd fall in love with him even if you weren't earlier. 

☆ His obsession wouldn't waver at all when you two got into a relationship— quite the opposite. He loves the idea that he could now take photos of you freely and admire your actual body rather than a mere stone replacement of you. 

☆ his jealousy would worsen too, but he would never dare to hurt you in any way; he'd rather bang his head against the wall repeatedly than lay a hand on you. He rather takes his jealousy out in more tame ways, like wrapping his arm around your waist or standing ominously behind you and glaring at the person, even though he hates PDA. 

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Author's note (again): I feel like I might turn this into a series. I do deeply apologize if this wasn't what you wanted, Anon. Please feel free to submit again. <3

P.S: Is it obvious in starting to get rid of doing the whole "eye-pleasing aesthetic" thing?

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Cauliplea On Ao3.

[runwithwolvcs]

Addicted To You

Play With Me

Words: 2500

The Past

“Sulli?” He called for her, sitting on her bed to wait for her to come out of her hiding spot,   “Guess I’ll have to eat these cookies by myself,”

She stuck her hand out from under the bed, he quickly grabbed it and slid her out. “No! Paul, stop!”

“No more hiding under the bed.” He told her. The older boy helped her up to her feet before handing her a cookie.

“I like it there.” She said, “It's safe.”

“You are safe with me too,” He reminded her, before motioning her onto the bed, “C’mon”

“Leah and Sam were arguing again,” She told him quietly, leaning into him. Sulli had found his feverish skin to be something of a comfort in her time at the Clearwaters, and always sought it out, even in the other boys when they were around. None of them made her feel as safe as Paul, although Embry was a close second. She liked how quiet he was compared to the others.

Paul sighed,“I heard,” 

“When my mom used to get mad at my daddy, she would throw things at him and one time, i tried to help my daddy and got cut by the glass and now I have this scar,” She pointed to the faded scar just below her eyebrow. “He was so mad after he made me go to the bathroom and told me to hide in the tub until he came to get me,”

“No ones going to hurt you here.” Paul told her softly, matting down her hair that had gone all messy due to her hiding under the bed,  “We’re family, we all love each other,”

 She tore a piece off her giant cookie as she told him, “My mom said love hurts and you just have to deal with the pain.”

“That's not true, Sulli.” He scoffed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “The people that love you will never hurt you.”

“But she loves me,” She insisted, although Paul had never questioned her mothers love for her. Sulli still felt the need to defend her.

“Love is about happiness.” Paul said quietly,  “You do things to see the person you love smile and that makes you happy, you don’t want to see them in pain, or hurt.”

“Oh,” She asked curiously, “Are you in love?”

He chuckled at her innocent question and nodded his head, “Yes,” 

“You have a girlfriend?” She asked, though she frowned as she said it.

“I don’t.” He denied with a small chuckle at her reaction. Sue had joked that Sulli had a small crush on Paul, to which the little girl denied. She said she couldn’t possibly have a crush on him because he never wore shoes outside and was constantly covered in dirt. 

“So how are you in love?” Sulli asked with her typically wide eyes of curiosity. 

“You don’t need to be in a relationship to be in love.” He explained, adding, “I love a lot of people. I love my dad, I love the pack, I love you, Sue, and Emily. That's why I protect everyone, because I love them. I don’t want to see the people I love hurt or sad.”

“I don’t know,” She shared with uncertainty,  “My mom and dad do love each other, and they love me.” 

“Okay, Sulli.” He wasn't going to argue with her, Paul was constantly reminding himself that he was talking to a kid who couldn’t see things as anything other than black and white.. She would know when she's older what real love feels like. He would make sure of it. Paul stood up with a small sigh and took two long strides towards the door.

“Where are you going?”Sulli asked, her lip jutting out slightly, making her seem like the kid she was rather than her normal stern look she wore. She was a mini Sue in the making.

“I’m going to have a nap,” He told her. Paul had taken residency in the guest room across from Sullis. While he had been there the week leading up to her arrival, it was starting to be a more permanent fixture in the Clearwater house. “I’ve got work later,”

Sulli frowned. She thought he’d at least be home for dinner, but recently he was gone all morning and all night. With a distinct tone of disappointment, she asked, “Again?” 

“Yeah,” He nodded, frowning to match her own. 

“You can sleep in here,” She offered with a sense of hope. Sulli didn’t want to be left alone anymore, not after Paul's reassurance that Sam and Leahs argument wouldn’t lead to anything more serious.  “I even have a new book to read to you so that you can sleep well.”

“You sure?” He asked with his hand lingering on the doorknob as he watched her grab a new book she and Sue must have got at the library. It was more of a novel than the little books she had been reading before, though everyone in the Clearwater knew she had a more advanced reading level than any eleven years old they knew.

“Yeah,” Sulli confirmed before climbing back on her bed, leaving space for him beside her before she was patting the spot as an invitation.  “C’mon, now.”

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The Present

“Are you just going to stand there?” He grumbled through the dark. His head didn’t even lift to see who had opened the door, allowing the hall light to shine into his dark room. “Or, are you going to join me?”

A smile teased at Sullis lips. The sound of his deep, sleepy voice made butterflies erupt in tummy. She had many sleepovers with men after getting a little too drunk, but none ended up with her waking up alone in a bed that was not her own. She was dressed in Paul clothes, the scent of his cologne lingering and slightly wondered how much of a fight she had put up with him while trying to get her out of her tight, little dress, “Not with that attitude.”

“C’mon,” Paul groaned, turning onto his back and slinging an arm over his eyes after peering over at her. The light is most likely burning them.

Sulli shut the door to the hallway and padded her way over to him. The older man held up the duvet, allowing her to join him under the warmth. Paul's house was as cold as Sues was, and with the temperatures quickly dropping as winter approached, she was thankful he had put her in sweatpants and a hoodie.

Paul gave her space in his bed, nearly a forearm's length apart. It was space that she didn’t want. All she wanted were his comforting arms.

“I’m overwhelmed,” She whispered into the darkness as she laid on her side, looking at his silhouette. 

Paul moved onto his side, facing her before responding, “Why?”

“If I let you get close and then you disappear again,” Sulli stopped, tears filling her eyes as she choked up, “I can’t go through that again. Not with you.”

“That's what you're worried about?” He chuckled, as if it were the most dramatic thing he had ever heard. 

“God, you are such a jerk,” she sat up, disgruntled and the start of a headache starting to build left her with zero patience for a man who couldn’t handle her emotions.He had been so good with her when she was younger, always sitting with her and letting her talk to him like a friend. Now, she really had no clue who Paul Lahote was. Sulli moved to get off the bed before she was pulled right into his chest, their faces mere inches apart. She could feel his chest rise with every breath he took, as if his own actions caught him off guard.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sulli,” He murmured quietly.

Though the younger girl was no longer having his charming ways, she wanted him to be real with her. Just once. Shifting onto her back, allowing him to keep his grip on her waist, she brought up something that had nagged her from childhood,  “Paul, you could find a wife and start a family and forget all about me within a year.”

“Not going to happen.” He refuted, his hand left her waist and  began to travel up her arm, leaving her skin tinged with heat as he did.

“Your wife could hate me.” She pointed out. 

“Not likely.” He denied, his hand brushing over her shoulder before moving up her neck. His index finger tracing her jawline.

“Paul,” Sulli sighed, looking back to him

“Sulli,” He mocked, cupping her jaw and keeping her gaze on him,“What if I told you that you were the only girl for me,”

She laughed at the ridiculousness of his suggestion,“I’d say you're full of shit and trying to get back on my good side.”

“You’re my imprint.” He said, an emotion she couldn’t detect in his tone. Though the word was familiar from the night before, he had yet to tell her it's meaning. Or at least, she doesn't remember the conversation happening, if it did.

“I still don’t know what that means,” She spoke quietly, bringing her own hand to his face, tangling their limbs. She swiped her index finger across the bow of his lips, mesmerised by him. She wanted him, all of him, in an explainable way. Though she figured this was what he was trying to tell her. An imprint, a mark made by someone that had the potential to be long lasting, depending on the surface.

“It's a wolf thing,” Paul answered, his eyes searching her face for a reaction as he continued. He seemed uneasy. As if he could possibly scare her off. Sulli was the most at ease she had felt in years, maybe it was the comfy mattress she was currently on, or the clothes of the man in front of her that engulfed her body. Most likely, it was the heat of the man who had once saved her from her own mind, allowing her to be a kid in a situation that should have never involved one, “Our imprint is our anchor, I guess. A reason to keep hold of our humanity, but also a reason to continue phasing. Someone to protect, and love. ”

“Like a mate?” She asked, she had read about wolves having one mate for their life span. Building and growing with the pack, but never leaving their one true mate, even if one were to die. 

“I guess, yeah.” Paul agreed, mentioning, “It has to do with our ancestors, or at least that's what the elders say. They think imprints are beneficial to their wolf. We are whatever our imprints need us to be for them, a brother, friend, lover..Our imprint is the force that keeps us grounded, it's like we no longer need gravity. Just them. ” 

“But I was a kid.” Sulli brought up her sole focus on his use of the word lover. 

“I know,” He reassured, stroking her cheek as he thread his knee in between hers, binding them even more. “Until you kissed me, I never saw you as anything but a little sister to me.”

Sulli nodded. Her mind worked overtime to keep up with what he was saying, to make sense of it all. Looking at him with bashful eyes, she couldn’t help but ask,“You’re not going anywhere?”

“Not unless you tell me to go.” Paul's face softened, a look he had rarely on his face now, but was in a constant state when she was a kid. 

“And if I do?” She asked curiously. Not that she would ask him to leave, she had plenty of reasons and opportunities over the past month, and yet she felt herself being drawn to him like a magnet even more. The imprint, she supposed.

Paul's brows furrowed as he thought about what she asked, “I don’t know..That's never happened.”

She sighed, “I don't want to hurt you, Paul.”

“Hurt me how?” His eyebrow raised in question. 

“What if I'm not what you're expecting.” Sulli asked surly. She was a lot of things, but damaged was written in bold and underlined twice in her book. 

“I spent ten years feeling every bit of pain you were in,” The older man pointed out, “I thought you were stuck in one shitty home, not multiple. I know what I’m expecting, and I’m okay with giving you anything that you need. Do you need a punching bag? Hit me. You need to scream? Go for it. You want space? I’ll give you it.” His tone was as serious as she had heard it, letting her know that he was all in to reclaim his spot as top wolf in her life. “I just need you to tell me what you want. I can’t read your mind.”

“My coping method is sex,” She noted. It had been since she was fifteen. It allowed her to escape for as long as she could, masking the pain through pleasure and faux affection.

Paul grinned boyishly,“Great, I love sex.” 

“Paul!” She giggled, “My therapist doesn’t think it's great. She thinks I’m an addict.”

“Partially my fault.” He added, and she looked at him in confusion.

“Hm?”

“We are tethered, we feel everything the other feels.” He explained, moving his hand back to her hip to give it a quick squeeze before slipping his hand beneath her sweatpants and caressing one smooth globe a flesh,  “So, if I was hooking up with some girl, you’d probably get horny too.”

“And we both know you were a horndog.” Sulli teased, “Mr. I Don’t Have A Girlfriend.”

“I didn’t have a girlfriend,” He murmured, leaning his forehead against hers. He was so close she could feel his breath against her lips. So close she could kiss him.

“Mhm,” Sulli tsked, “I know a player when I see one,”

Brushing his lips against hers quickly, and teasingly, Paul mumbled as he pressed his pelvis into hers. His hormones on full display like a teenage boy in bed with a girl for the first time,“Hmm, I only want to play with you though,”

She breathily moaned at his touch, “I’ll play with you.”

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 432 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

I’d like to say, thank you for reading my reviews and thoughts for each chapter so far. And thank you for liking the memes. 😳💖 But bruh, this chapter man… There’s a lot being revealed, so let’s get into it!!! 😌✨

Well crap. Eugene’s got some leverage on James Lee too. Wtffff 😭😭😭

WELL… SHIT. R.I.P. JAMES LEE IS GOING TO BE U S E D ✨

HE LOOKS SO UPSET SITTING IN THAT LOW ASS CHAIR NOW. I CAN’T GET OVER THE WAY HE’S SITTING ON THAT CHAIR FROM LAST CHAPTER. SORRY GUYS. 💀

And let me guess, you gonna do that to James too...? 🤔 

DAMN. HIT EM WITH THE THREAT, JAMES LMAAAOOOOOOO. THESE TWO ARE ALREADY THREATENING EACH OTHER SDFHSDKFHSAKJDFHSDF. I’M- 💀💀💀

GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHA... 😶 (Also, James. That’s Crystal’s dad too. She’s might hate you for it lol. UNLESS-  👀 Plot twist: she hates her dad too.)

Ok, I kinda get WHY he’d bring up James’s murder case in the first place. It’s like the “check and balance” thing where you counter them if they do something wrong or betray you. I get it. Eugene and James both have dirt on each other in case one betrays the other, but it sucks to think that Eugene has the upper-hand here because of his connections with the police. He can cover up ANY dirty thing that he does. Also, he can use his knowledge against James whenever he wants so James is just... stuck. Poor guy. Imagine having your ex-boss blackmail you and NOW your new ally blackmails you just to help him. 😭

Yayyyyy killer bros together!!! 😍😍😍 The Psycho Alliance has made a brand new treaty. 🤭

Literally, it really be like this. 

Ok, but why do I find this hilarious? They’re still young, and they have so much time and opportunities to spend their youth without doing any illegal or gang related activities. Yet, their main goal is to kill an old guy. LMFAO OK, JUST IMAGINE. A random old guy sees them chatting outside in front of a cafe or something. discussing their plans about taking down Charles Choi. Then, this old man walks up to them, right? He asks them, “Oh my, you kids are so young! Don’t you have any special things that you want to do in your lives? Don’t just sit around and let time go by. You should go out and do something with your lives!” and then they reply with, “Oh, we are! We’re off to kill an old guy because we hate him!” Like... 👁👄👁  Bros, are you good? LMAAAOOOOOOOO 

Also, if you think this template is familiar, then you’re right. I couldn’t resist reusing this template because EUGENE REALLY GOT +25 CARDS UP PEOPLE’S ASSES. ESPECIALLY JAMES’S IN THIS SITUATION.

“Hey Alexa, play Often by The Weeknd!” 🥵🥵🥵

I’M SORRY. YOU GUYS ARE TIRED OF ME OBSESSING OVER THIS MAN, BUT LOOOOOOOOOOK AT HIM!!! 😍😍😍😍😍 LIKE GAAHHH DAYUUUUUUUM. THIS MAN CHANGED INTO A SIMPLER OUTFIT, BUT HE STILL LOOKS SO FIIINNNEEEEE!!!! UGGGHHHH. Ayo he can bend me backwards bro, I DON’T CARE. Gawk Gawk 9000? Uhhhh... LET ME CONSIDER- 👀 NAH I’M KIDDING... Or am I...? 😏 I’D LET HIM FOLD ME TOO. 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀 (And ofc he’s drinking Hibiki. 😂 Like brooooooo... hottest Yakuza I’ve ever seen. You can’t DENY.) 

*N S F W  M E M E S  W A R N I N G*

Sorry. I just had to. 💀 ALSO, COMPLETELY UNRELATED BUT...

I APOLOGIZE. I GOT NO “STOP” BUTTON WHEN IT COMES TO THIS MAN. 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 I’M SO SORRY!!! 

*E N D  O F  N S F W  M E M E S*

AAAAAAAAND THE OLD MAN AGREES. HAHAHAHAHAHA Bruh, I’ve never seen him genuinely smile before. Is it just me? He always look so grumpy and serious all the time like  >:(  Tbh this panel really surprised me lol. 

EW. BRUV. WHO BROUGHT IN TRASH OVER HERE??? 😭😭😭😭 HAVEN’T SEEN THEM IN FOREVER PERO LIKE, I DON’T MISS ANY OF YOU LMFAOOOOOO GTFO.

OK, BUT THIS IS SO NOSTALGIC!!! SEEING LITTLE DANIEL BEAT THEM UP. 🥺🥺 This makes me reminisce the older Lookism chapters.

Also nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. You’re all getting your asses beaten for sure. Daniel will clap you all. Each. 👏🏽 And. 👏🏽 Every. 👏🏽 One. 👏🏽 Of. 👏🏽 You. 👏🏽

OHHHHHH... WELL, SPEAKING ABOUT DANIEL-

TIME TO GET HELLA CLAPPED!!!! 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

These fools. Smh. 

OMGGGGGG IT’S DANIEL’S MOM!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH IT’S BEEN FOREVER. 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ BEST MOM EVER!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!! ALSO, NAH. YOU FUCKERS ARE FUCKED NOW. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT SOMEONE’S MOM, LIKE WTF IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU? Do they not have respect for anybody? Sometimes I think about these so called “bullies” in this Webtoon. Like no wonder you guys are so fucked up, y’all don’t got any parents or something? No guardians who’d teach you how to be a decent person??? Any manners? 💀 At least Daniel has a mom who knows how to treat her own son. I’m guessing y’all are just jealous that you don’t have a great mom like Daniel who’d sacrifice herself just for her son because she LOVES HIMMMMM!!! 😤😤😤😤 If any of them approach me, I’m throwing hands. Idc. 

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏽‍♂️🏃🏽‍♂️

 Daniel Park for FIFA World Cup 2026. ⚽️🏆

YEEEEESSSSSSS THAT’S OUR BOI. AHHHHH I’M SO PROUD OF HIM!!

And when that one bitch from your old high school called you ugly, but now thinks you’re hot... 😑 

OH MY GOD. IT’S HAPPENING!!!!

OH MY GOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!! 

MA’AM, WE WERE AS SURPRISED AS YOU ARE WHEN WE FIRST SAW HIM CHANGE  TOO. 💀 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! FINALLYYYYYY. WE GOT TO SEE HER REACTION TO HIS TRANSFORMATION!!! UGH. I’M GONNA GO CRY NOW. 😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

He has matured into a very good man. And a fine one too... I’m so proud of him. His character development had come such a long way. 😭💞

THIS IS JUST MY THEORY. (Before any of you argue about this and flame my ass, I’m telling you now. This is just my opinion. Pls don’t get heated by it. Thank you.)  💀

You know it’s about to get serious when an old person did the, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” pose. 🚨

FINALLY. Jinyeong Park’s time to shine. 🤩 I’m getting a Darth Vader and Luke moment here. “Luke.... I am your father.” (That’s the only Star Wars reference I know. My bad.) And Jinyeong belongs to the dark side (The Worker’s First Affiliate), while Daniel is the main protagonist who belongs on the good side. Call me goofy, I know. Because my wack ideas make me think about my life choices sometimes. LMFAO But ANYWAYS, I CAN’T WAIT FOR DANIEL’S MOM TO EXPLAIN WHO JINYEONG PARK IS. I’m just glad that Daniel got to see his mom after everything that he had been through. The kid needs a break, and I’m here for it. ❤️

ALSO I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HIS FAMILY’S REACTION TO HIS TRANSFORMATION. AHHHHHHH I’M SO EXCITED!!! 🤪

[amiasfitaccw]

Sharing my wife with my boss and his friends

My sexy wife Lynn and I had gotten married when we were only 18 and soon after got into the swinger lifestyle. It was in the late 70’s and we’d made a few home sex tapes using an 8MM camera. But when VCR’s came out I quickly bought one of the first ones out along with a video camera. The quality was much better plus you didn’t have to set up a projector & screen and all of that. But besides our home movies I’d quickly built up a nice collection of professionally made porn movies. I was working in a privately owned convenience store out in the country that was like a gathering place for the farmers and others who lived out there. My boss was at the store some of the time but it was usually to pick up a case of beer for him and his buddies, or they’d be in the back room they’d set up like their little club house playing poker or getting a blowjob from some skank who’d suck their dick for a six-pack of beer. Mostly older women well past their prime. Though these guys were in their 50 & 60s and were married so they were taking what they could get.

One day I asked my boss if he knew anyone who’d like to buy some porn movies, a projector and screen. As expected he jumped right on that and the next few days he and his buddies were in the back watching the movies. I’d noticed they were acting funny around me a few days later, but didn’t pay much attention to it until one night I decided to label the home movies Lynn and I had made. I took each film and held it up to the light and could tell which film it was and label the box and put it away. But when I got to one I held it up and saw it was one of the movies I’d bought and was supposed to be with the movies I’d sold my boss. As I looked through the rest I found another one like that. I knew right away that I’d accidentally put 2 of our movies in the boxes the professional movies had come in. That explained the funny way my boss and his pals had been acting. As I went through the movies I had I knew exactly which 2 movies they had seen. One was a movie with Lynn sucking me and another guy off and us taking turns fucking her big tits and then jerking off and shooting our cum all over her face & tits, and her licking the cum off she could reach and scooping the rest up on her fingers and sucking it off.

The 2nd movie was of my wife and a friend of mine 16 yo girlfriend kissing, sucking each other’s tits and eating each other’s pussy. Then me fucking my friend’s girl doggie style while he fucked Lynn. I wasn’t sure how many people had seen the movies and in a way I was worried, but on the other hand turned on knowing those old guys had seen my hot 18-yo, 5-8, 120 lb, 34 DD-24-35 wife with her long red hair & matching bush not only naked, but doing 2 guys at once and then seeing her with this hot 16-yo high school cheerleader with a smoking hot body going down on each other. And then seeing Lynn getting fucked by my buddy while his hot little girlfriend sucked my thick 9″ cock and then me fucking her. I knew a lot of dirt on my boss about things he was hiding from his wife, as well as most of the others, so I didn’t think they’d tell anyone outside their little circle. Though I’m sure they were surprised to see Lynn, the quiet, conservative little preacher’s daughter like that. I wasn’t sure how Lynn was going to take the news, but once I said I was sure they’d keep our secret. I could tell Lynn was turned on as hell.

The next day I took the 2 movies with me to work and when we were alone I pulled them out and told my boss I thought I’d mixed up a couple of movies and that I’d like to swap them. He got a big shit eating grin and said what do you mean? I told him he knew and that I hoped him and his friends wouldn’t tell anyone about it. He said they wouldn’t and then started saying how lucky I was and how hot my wife was. And how turned-on they were to see Lynn and Jenny together. It shocked me that he knew the 16-yo girl’s name. Then he said she was a friend of his daughters and he admitted he’d fantasized about seeing her naked. As well as the other guys. As it turned out they all knew her father and didn’t particularly like him. But it shocked me more when he said just between the 2 of us he’d often thought how hot it would be to walk in on Jenny and his daughter naked having lesbian sex. His daughter was hot but I was surprised he was thinking of her that way until I learned he was actually her step-father. But he made it clear a couple of times that he often fantasized about fucking her. He agreed to swap the movies back but wanted to watch them one more time first.

He put the first one on and I stood in the doorway and watched along with him, but where I could see if anyone came in. I was turned on as hell hearing his comments as he watched Lynn sucking me and another guy off, and us shooting off on her. Then seeing her with another girl, and he got especially turned-on watching his daughter’s friend sucking my cock and me fucking her. But from what he said it was especially hot watching her suck me off because his wife wouldn’t suck his dick for him. And only had an occasional blow job from some old hag he didn’t want to look at. He gave me the movies back but asked if I had any more home movies? I admitted I did, and of course he wanted to see them but I said I’d have to think about it. He told his friends I’d noticed the mix up and had gotten the movies back. They’d tease me some when no one else was in the store. But they also said how lucky I was and commented how hot Lynn was and how hot they got seeing her. Making comments about her big tits & sexy ass and how much they liked her red hair and bushy red cunt. They’d also talk about certain parts of the movies they liked. It seemed to be between my friend and I shooting off on her tits, her and Jenny eating each other, and Jenny sucking my cock. It seemed they all had fantasized about having her suck their dicks. And one of the guys kept talking about the size of my cock and how much they’d like to watch me fuck their wife, but knowing she’d never agree. Then finally one day when no one else was there asking if I’d let him suck my dick.

The more I told Lynn what all they said the hotter she got. She was really into exposing herself and got especially excited exposing herself to much older or younger guys. Saying she could tell they appreciated it more and that turned her on. So I wasn’t surprised when she suggested maybe showing them some of the pictures we’d taken. Needless to say they loved seeing her almost naked in sexy bikinis and bra & pantie outfits. Then I finally showed them some of her in a garter belt & stockings, with matching bra & panties, a sheer housecoat and spiked heels. And she was slowly taking each item off until she was naked except for the garter belt & stockings and was laying on the bed fucking herself with a dildo. The next time I took photos for them to see she was sucking me off while another guy fucked her and us shooting off on her tits. My boss was constantly asking about our other home movies so finally I said I’d let them see them but they’d have to come to our house to watch them. So he and his 4 best friends made plans to come over. I’d spliced them together to run continuously for 90 minutes each in 2 reels. We’d put the couch & chairs in a semi-circle with some snacks set out. When they got there Lynn answered the door in a fairly conservative dress, but it did show lots of cleavage and showed off her long sexy legs in heels. They were all very polite and respectful as they had no idea as to whether or not they had seen the movies or pictures.

As the six of us started watching the movies Lynn came in to see if anyone wanted a beer. On the screen was her deep-throating my cock as another guy fucked her from behind. So there was no doubt she knew what they were watching. But she acted the same as if they’d been watching a G rated movie. Though she’d loosened her dress some so as she leaned over to hand them their beer her tits were on the verge of falling out and you got a peek at her huge dark areolas & hard nipples. And when she “accidentally” dropped a napkin and stooped down to pick it up the bottom of her dress opened enough to show her smooth thighs and where a garter belt was attached to silk stockings. This went on through the whole 90 minutes of the first movie where they’d seen her in several threesomes with me and other guys. Sucking us off and us taking turns fucking her and at least once one guy fucking her pussy while another guy fucked her up the ass as she ate another girl’s pussy… It was funny watching these guys repeatedly adjusting themselves. Or trying to be discreet as they rubbed their cocks. When Lynn came into the room I saw that all eyes were on her, moving over her sexy young body. When the second movie started it was her with a sexy blonde in her mid-thirties named Charlotte. She was the wife of a couple from out of town we’d swapped with. She was over 15 years older than us, but still one of the hottest girls we ever met. She was 5-10, 125, 36D-24-36 with natural blonde hair & blue eyes and just oozed raw sexuality. She and Lynn were hot as hell together. They explored every inch of each other’s bodies and brought each other to climax time after time.

After a while the two girls started on me by taking turns sucking me off as I’d be sucking the other’s tits. Then in the end I was fucking Charlotte in the ass as Lynn was under us eating Charlotte’s pussy and sucking my balls as Charlotte ate Lynn’s pussy. I ended up pulling out and shooting off on Lynn’s tits and the only time you saw Charlotte’s husband was then. He’d been watching & jerking off and he shot off on Lynn’s tits too. Charlotte started licking my hot young wife’s tits clean and in the end her husband helped lick up the cum. We hooked up with them about six times and he never fucked Lynn and only let her suck him off once when she sucked him & I off both at once. I think he liked feeling my cock pressed against his, which he wasn’t the only guy who just liked watching his wife with others. We had one couple drive 600 miles to meet us and the guy just video’d Lynn and his wife together, his wife sucking my cock and me fucking her 42-EE tits and cumming on them. Then drove back the 600 miles. And did this twice. But as the second movie played Lynn brought everyone a beer then I could hear her in the bedroom and I couldn’t wait for the surprise. When she came back Lynn was wearing a matching red mesh bra & panties, a red garter belt & sheer stockings, and 4″ stripper heels. She’d painted her nails bright red and put on bright red lipstick & dark eye shadow & eye-liner. She’d pulled her hair back to keep it out of the way. No one said anything when she brought out beers, then a little later she brought a couple of bowls of snacks, only now without a bra on. Her next trip she’d taken her panties off, leaving her in only a garter belt & stockings and heels.

She was intentionally leaning over one guy to hand another guy something, her tits pressing against the guy’s arm or face. She knew it was getting close to the end of the movie and she brought out a bag and had each guy draw out a piece of folded paper and told them not to open it, and only said it was a door prize. Once the movie was over she had them open the paper and they had numbers she asked who had number one, my boss raised his hand and she stood in front of him naked except for the garter & stockings and said what’s your pleasure? He was confused and ask what she meant. She very calmly in a very sultry voice said had you rather suck my tits, eat my pussy, fuck me, or have me suck your cock? He was stunned and said can I play with your tits while you suck my dick. She said you can do anything you want. He reached out and started to fondle her tits as she stopped down and started undoing his pants. She started sucking his cock and after a couple of minutes and told the other guys to strip. Once they were naked she asked who had #2 he answered and she asked if he wanted to fuck her while she finished sucking #1s cock or did he want something else? He said no I want to be the first one to fuck you. Soon he was behind her fucking her tight young cunt as she sucked his friend’s cock until he shot off in her mouth. The guy with #3 wanted to fuck her tits as soon as the other guy shot off inside her pussy. After getting her tits covered in cum the next guy fucked her in the ass as #5 asked if he could fuck her pussy while his buddy fucked her in the ass. She said whatever he wanted and in no time she was being DP’d. I moved in front of her and had her suck my cock as they fucked her. After that it was wide open, she’d washed off real good as the guys got their second wind and they started sucking her tits and feeling up every inch of her body. But what some were asking was surprising me. Like how old she was the first time she was with another girl and what was the biggest dick she’d ever sucked or fucked and it was 11″ for both, one guy asked if she’d ever been fucked by a girl with a strap-on and she said yes. But I think the biggest surprise was when they asked the most guys she’d had in one night and she said 15 and said only 5 fucked her and she’d sucked the rest off and then said it was in an adult theater.

I think the questions and answers were turning them on, especially when one asked if she was nervous being naked in front of strangers in the theater, and she said no, that she enjoyed letting strangers see her naked and it was even hotter if they ended up fucking her or her sucking their cock, then told them she loved to seduce strangers and that sucking them off was as much a turn-on as them fucking her because she loved sucking dick. I think by time the night was over she’d sucked off each guy at least once and they’d each fucked her at least once. My boss came over a couple more times after that and she’d suck & fuck both of us. And he encouraged me for us to try and become friends with his step daughter and for Lynn to try and see if she was bi and for me to try and secretly video her and Lynn having sex and me fucking her. He had no idea I already knew she had a crush on me and Lynn and I both had hung out with her before but I didn’t tell him. But it wasn’t until a few years later after I’d stopped working there that we ran into his step daughter and her boyfriend and ended up inviting them over. We played strip poker and everyone got naked and I saw her suck her boyfriend off while Lynn sucked me off. And while in the kitchen naked alone she and Lynn felt each other up and kissed but that’s as far as it ever went. But I knew some guys that said she’d take on 2-3 at a time in a heartbeat if they got her high.

But over the years it surprised us as to what all people you’d least expect were into. And fortunately for me when I got older I found there were still young girls like Lynn had been who loved turning older guys on and fucking their brains out, but that’s for another story.

---the end---

[natsuki208]

Bluebird’s Bath Hour! 🛁

A mini one-shot about the rough times Sebastian had to go through while washing his little dirty 5 year old son, Ciel.

It was late one evening in England 1881, during the rainy season of Spring, when a little bluebird attempted to go outside after the rains stopped. Only to end up getting himself completely filthy.

His father, Sebastian, was not pleased with his child’s actions. Not only did he got dirt and mud all over the recently cleaned hallway, but he could’ve caught a cold out there or worse (due to his illness). The demon managed to stop him before he could go anywhere else in the manor and gave a chilling glare.

“Ciel ‘Michaelis’ Phantomhive.” He spoke harshly. “What on earth were you doing outside?”

The boy looked down in fear and guilt, he tugged on his muddy shirt and swayed left to right. “I’ve been playing outside in the garden, Papa.”

“You do know of the damp weather, don’t you? Everything is still wet out there, and now you’re all dirty. You know what that means?” He sounded both calm yet angry at the same time.

“Y-You can clean my clothes instead! Ready for bedtime!” Ciel insisted, he knew what his father was talking about and tried to avoid it.

Sebastian shook his head. “No, no. I’m not allowing you to go to bed with that wet smell on you. Come along, it’s time for a bath.”

“NO!” Ciel yelled, attempting to run away but Sebastian grabbed him with no problem.

Upstairs they went as Sebastian held tightly onto his cranky son, whom was flailing under his arm. No matter how much he’s been kicking and shouting, the demon ignored him although irritated. Surely it wasn’t nearly as bad during bathtimes when Ciel was a baby but it wasn’t any better either.

Sebastian opened the bathroom door and revealed to Ciel an already filled bathtub of warm enough water and soap bubbles - his father was always fully prepared for these situations. Ciel heard the sound of a door lock informing him that he’s not escaping, he was then put down and stared at by his father.

“Alright, take off your clothes and step in.” He instructed while rolling up his sleeves.

All Ciel did was pout, crossed his arms and looked away. His son may be only five but he could never stand for childish behaviour; so he undressed Ciel himself. The boy continued to huff even after Sebastian picked him up and sat him inside the full bath. The warm water made Ciel feel almost relax; at least relaxed enough for Sebastian to start pouring water over his hair, with his own hands as to not overdo it.

Ciel was still in a bit of a huff, when he noticed the floating soap bubbles he grabbed two hands full and flung them at his father’s face. Sebastian scowled, which brought out a giggle from the amused boy.

“I wouldn’t say that’s amusing, Ciel.” He responded, wiping away the bubbles from his face.

“Yes it is.” Ciel talked back at him. His cheeky smile faded once he saw the snarky grin of Sebastian.

“Well you don’t like it when you get soap in your eyes, now do you?”

“I-I’ll be good.”

With that settled, Sebastian continued to work and reached for the soap. He rubbed gently as to not hurt his son, scrubbing the muddy patches over the arms and body. After came the shampoo for his hair and soon enough it was already time to rinse; during this Ciel began to feel much calmer.

The warm water plus the gentle cleaning from his father must’ve helped a lot, for after rinsing, the boy couldn’t get out the bathtub himself. Sebastian grabbed the fluffy towels placed beside him and wrapped up the cleaned boy like a baby.

~

To think it only took about fifteen minutes for the little one to get washed, wrapped up and then carried all the way to his room; when he was younger, it took poor Sebastian nearly half an hour with Ciel’s cranky attitude. When they reached the bedroom, another few minutes were spent drying Ciel’s hair off along with brushing it while the boy tried his best to stay still and not to say any sort of rude remarks. Once done, Sebastian changed him into a fresh nightie that was all cleaned like him.

“There. Now don’t you feel a lot better now that you’re all clean?” Sebastian asked gratefully.

Ciel didn’t say anything yet. He looked both sleepy and again guilty, he also reached out his arms for a hug which Sebastian accepted.

“Papa? Are you still mad at me?”

“Of course not, bluebird. It’s all done now, and I’ll ask Tanaka and the others to clean up the mess in the hall. Just remember not to go outside while it’s been raining, okay?”

He nodded, then gave out a big yawn. Looked like somebody was ready for bed, so Sebastian tucked his son in and soothed him by patting his newly cleaned hair. The demon couldn’t stop smiling from this sweet image in front of him; how can his little bluebird be such a pain in the ass but also so ridiculously sweet at the same time? Guess that was one thing becoming a single parent has taught him.

‘Humans are such intriguing creatures indeed.’ He thought to himself - as he kissed his son sweetly on the forehead goodnight.

[archvillain-fandom]

response to barry lyga’s un/edited

Not sure what this is. A book review, maybe. A creative writing exercise. The ramblings of a madwoman. Whatever it is, it had to be written.

We’re sitting in the backyard of my childhood home, on our butts, on the grass, on top of the hill. It’s not the backyard as it is now, years after we sold the house and the new owners remodeled it, but it’s not the backyard from my first memories. The treehouse that my dad built for me at age 10 is in the avocado tree, and the giant eucalyptus has been cut down. I stare at the stump, big enough for a little girl to use as a table for her dolls.

“Who am I?” my indefinite companion asks.

“You’re Kyle Camden,” I reply.

“Oh.” Kyle looks at his body, which is suddenly a lot clearer. “From Archvillain?”

“Sort of,” I say. “You’re a version of Kyle that I extrapolated from Archvillain. You’re close to the character that was written, but not exactly the same. You’re a subversion of the real thing.”

“There is no ‘real’ Kyle Camden,” Kyle says.

“Touché.”

“So what’s different about me?” he asks.

I sigh. “Who knows? Maybe you’re less snarky. Maybe you have more empathy. Maybe you’re really me, when I was twelve. Who knows?”

“You said ‘who knows’ twice in the last paragraph,” he points out.

“I’ll get it when I edit,” I shrug. “Or maybe I won’t edit this. His book is called ‘Unedited,’ after all.”

“It’s called ‘Edited,’ too,” Kyle says. “Doesn’t that mean you should edit?”

I sigh. “Don’t be a smartass.”

His eyes widen. “Wait, we can curse in this?”

“Sure,” I say. “This isn’t a Scholastic book. This is a blog post on a blog with fewer than fifty followers. Nobody’s going to care.”

He laughs, long and loud. “FUCK!” he yells. And then, not as loud, but just as exuberant, “Fuck, that felt good! I’ve been wanting to fucking swear since I was fucking created.”

I laugh too. “I’m glad I can offer you that much, at least.”

“After all I’ve given you?” he says dryly.

“Well, fuck, Kyle, don’t act all self-important now.”

“That’s the character,” he says. “That’s the original character.”

“I guess,” I say.

He furrows his brow. “If what you say is true, though… I’m not the original character. I’m an approximation, based on your interpretation. Which means that I clearly mean a lot to you. Which means that I’m not being self-important. So there!”

“You’re being a smartass again,” I say.

He shrugs wordlessly. We both stare at the eucalyptus stump.

“You know,” I say, finally breaking the silence, “I don’t think I ever used that stump as a table for my dolls. I think I just said that in the first paragraph to evoke memories of a rosy childhood, playing in the backyard without a care in the world. In real life, I think I was too anxious about getting my dolls dirty to take them outside.”

Kyle turns to look at me, but doesn’t say anything.

“Or maybe,” I continue, “I didn’t make that up. My sister convinced me to bring our dolls outside, and I went along with it to make her happy. I don’t remember.”

“You have a sister?” Kyle says.

“Younger,” I say. “Three and a half years apart.” I nod in the direction of the stump, at the bottom of the hill. “When that was a tree… the lowest branch was level with the second story of the house. It looked like a hundred feet up– maybe it was. My dad hung a rope swing from that branch. No fucking clue how he got it up there. But he hung a rope swing with a hundred feet of rope– well, there were two ropes holding up the swing, so I guess it was two hundred… hmm…”

“Focus,” Kyle snaps.

“Anyway,” I say. “My sister was a climber. Climbed everything vertical. And so she decided to climb the rope swing. There were no knots or anything, just straight rope. But she took her shoes off, rubbed dirt on her hands, and started climbing. She was seven or eight. And she climbed up, almost to the top. And she made eye contact with my mom, through the second-story window.”

“And then your mom screamed, and your sister panicked, and lost her grip, and fell to her death,” said Kyle.

“No,” I say. “My mom kept her cool, and ordered her to come down. My sister made her way back down the rope, endured a lecture, and is now a student at the same college that I went to.”

“That’s a bad ending,” Kyle tells me. “There’s no payoff. We learn nothing.”

“I have a fear of heights,” I tell him, although that seems kind of redundant. “Now you’ve learned that.”

“I don’t have that fear,” he grins. “I can fly.”

“I know.”

“It’s kind of weird that you have a fear of heights, but love a story about falling,” he says.

“Falling?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Archvillain is about falling.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask, but he only shrugs.

I wait a moment, before I say, “You don’t sound like the real Kyle.”

“I told you, there is no real Kyle.”

“Original Kyle, then. The non-bastardized Kyle.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re writing me,” he says.

“Probably,” I agree.

He says nothing, and so I add, “The tree story is my running-in-front-of-a-car-to-get-an-action-figure story.”

He throws his hands up. “Oh, now we’re talking about the book!”

I shrug. “If you want, we can.”

“If I’m Kyle Camden, then I must be, in some way, partly Barry Lyga. And if I’m partly Barry Lyga, then I must want to know what you thought of his– my– book.”

“I think the part of you that’s me is placing much more weight on my opinion than the part of you that’s Barry Lyga really would.”

“Fuck, that’s confusing,” says Kyle.

“I got confused writing that sentence,” I say.

“But seriously, what did you think of the book?”

“It was…” I try to think of some adjective, and fail. “It was. It existed.”

“Seriously?” Kyle says in disbelief. “That’s all you’ve got? Aren’t you supposed to be a writer?”

“I’m a writer,” I say. “I never said I was a good writer.”

“‘It existed,’” Kyle mocks. “Wow. Put that on the cover of the second edition. ‘It existed,’ signed Amanda P———, owner of one of the most obsessive Tumblr blogs in existence. That’ll sell more copies.”

“It–“ I sigh. “Isn’t that a compliment? In a work of metafiction, where the characters are grappling with their existence, under an author-god grappling with his own creations, under the real author grappling with his publisher, isn’t it enough to say it existed?”

“No,” says Kyle.

“You’re infuriating,” I say.

“It’s why you like me,” he replies.

I exhale. “The truth is that I don’t get this book. But this book gets me. You follow?”

“No,” he says again.

“It’s just–“ I take a breath, and try again. “It’s just that when I read it, something clicked. Details lined up. It was like it was written for only me.”

“It wasn’t, though,” he says.

“No, you’re not getting it. I had like, a God moment. It was the same feeling that I had when I first read your book.”

“Didn’t you read my section in Unedited?” Kyle says. “God isn’t real. It’s a coherent 13-dimensional waveform–“

“Alright, I don’t feel like typing the whole rant out,” I say. “I get it. I’m not special.”

“Whatever details you thought ‘lined up’ were just coincidences. Common human experiences.”

“You’re starting to sound like Lyga’s Kyle again,”

I say.

“If you’re to be believed, that’s who I really am,” he says. “Or maybe your bastardization has stuck. Maybe, in his mind, a part of you has embedded itself in his conception of me.”

“Or maybe that’s just my ego talking,” I say.

“Maybe,” he says. “I think you have a bigger ego than he does. Which is saying something, considering he wrote a book where he’s both God and the Devil.”

I put my head in my hands. “Fuck this shit. Can’t we just go back to sitting in the backyard?”

“Sure,” says Kyle. “It’s nice here.”

We both sit.

We both sit.

We both sit.

I say, finally, “I did like the book.”

“You only read it to see me,” he says.

“Well, yeah, at first,” I say. “But then I couldn’t stop. Screwed up my whole day at work because I couldn’t get my mind off of it.”

“You work?” Kyle says.

“I’m twenty-two,” I say. “A college graduate. Of course I work.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a government drone,” I deadpan. Kyle chuckles. “I work for my city. For now, possibly forever.”

“It’s funny,” he says. “I never pictured you working.”

“You’re a fictional character,” I tell him. “You can’t picture anything.”

“I can picture as much as he can picture,” he says. “Or, well, as much as you can picture that he can picture.”

“Well, I was fourteen when I first read Archvillain,” I say. “I wasn’t even a babysitter back then. And now–“

“Now it’s been, like, eight years,” Kyle says.

“Nine, nearly.”

“Jesus. That’s a lot of time to be devoted to one book series.”

“I have other interests,” I say. “I have stories that are really mine.”

“But they’re not Archvillain,” says Kyle.

“Yeah,” I say. “I guess it ties back into that ‘first love’ theme.”

“A book series is not a first love,” Kyle says. “Enough of me is you that I know Archvillain was not your first love.”

“I had Archvillain before I had her,” I say.

“Her?” Kyle says. “You’re gay?”

“Bi,” I say. “Maybe. Or ace. Or gay. Or straight. Does it matter? I loved her the way Mike loved Phil. The way you love Mairi.”

“That’s not healthy,” he says.

“No,” I agree. “That’s why it ended.”

“Do you regret it?” Kyle asks.

“I hate her some days,” I say. “Most days. I hate myself for blowing it up, too. It was really my fault that it ended. If I hadn’t freaked out when she set a boundary, we’d still be friends.”

“You weren’t together?” he asks.

“Nah.”

“Damn.”

We sit, until Kyle says, “I’m gay too. I think.”

I laugh. “I was never sure whether Barry Lyga always intended you to be gay, or whether he just did that to make my teenage self happy.”

“Guess you’ll never know,” says Kyle.

“Guess I’ll never know,” I say. “Although, you and the Mad Mask…”

He groans. “It doesn’t matter. When the series ends, the young Mad Mask is hell-bent on revenge, and the old Mad Mask is lost to time. It’s not happening.”

“Then, you and Mike…”

“It’s not happening,” he says again.

“If I were writing the series…” I start.

“But you’re not!” he interrupts. “It’s not your series. It’ll never be yours.”

“And yet you’re partly me,” I say.

He looks down at his blue-gloved hands. “Yeah, well. Sometimes stuff sticks.”

“Yeah.” I pause, and then I say what’s been on my mind since I read Edited. “Do you think the email is based on me?”

“Email?” He furrows his brow. “What email?”

“In his book. George writes an email to Gayl Rybar, or maybe Barry Lyga, telling him how important his work is. That he kept him from killing himself, because of his writing.”

“I liked George,” mused Kyle. “When I met him.”

“When I was sixteen, I emailed Barry Lyga. I told him how important his work was. I didn’t say it kept me from killing myself, but that was what I was thinking. Do you think that part was based on me?”

Kyle frowns. “I doubt it. He probably gets a lot of teenage emails.”

“Maybe,” I say.

“I think it’s stupid to think that anything in that book is related to you. Maybe Barry Lyga put an Archvillain section in knowing that you’d enjoy it– maybe. But I think you’re just desperate for connection, as a new adult in a remote job, and are leaning back on your old favorite series for comfort.”

“Maybe,” I say again. “You sound like his Kyle.”

“I only sound like Lyga’s Kyle when I’m making you uncomfortable,” he says.

“Maybe,” I say, for the third time.

“You thought that email was written by George?” Kyle asks.

“When I read Edited, I did,” I say. “George is a fan of Gayl Rybar. It makes sense.”

“But he isn’t a fan in Unedited,” says Kyle. “So he can’t have written it, since Lyga wrote that book first.”

“Yeah, I guess I can’t really know,” I say. “It’s all fictional, anyway.”

“Never stopped you from wondering before.”

“You’re very aggravating,” I tell him.

He raises his hands in defense. “Hey, you’re the one writing me.”

I pick my legs up off the grass and hug my knees. “I can’t believe I’m twenty-two.”

“You’re young. Don’t complain about it,” Kyle says.

“You’re younger than me. You’re twelve.”

“I’ve been twelve since 2010. Technically, I’m older than you.”

“In Barry Lyga’s original outline of Archvillain–“

“Oh, shut up!” Kyle exclaims. “Nobody cares about that but you. There’s not going to be any more Archvillain– no books, no short stories, no cartoon. You need to get over it, and grow up.”

I glare at him. “Can I finish my fucking sentence?” He rolls his eyes, and I continue, “In the original outline, Kyle gets visited by his future self in Tomorrow Today. I was fifteen or sixteen when I learned that, and I thought, okay, how old is future Kyle? And I settled on twenty-two.”

“And now you’re twenty-two,” he finishes.

“Exactly. And I keep thinking of going back in time, of talking to my younger self. Of what I would say.”

“What would you say?”

“I don’t know. That it gets better? That I shouldn’t feel so guilty all the time? That I should keep writing? I doubt I’d listen. I doubt you’d listen to your older self, if that book had ever been written.”

“I think you’re thinking about this a little too much,” says Kyle.

“Okay, that definitely was the Lyga part of you.”

“You’re still writing me,” he says. “And I’m sure Barry Lyga, the real one, doesn’t see me as half him, half you. I’m all his, in his mind, and you’re a deranged fan who needs to find a hobby.”

I accept this. “You’re probably right.”

“Of course I’m right. I’m a genius,” he says.

I smile. “I did kind of kidnap your series.”

“That’s a good way of putting it,” he says.

“I’m writing a book about that now,” I say. “Kidnapping. Murder. Real dark shit.”

“That’s a departure from the middle grade stuff.”

“Yeah, well,” I shrug. “You gotta write what you gotta write.”

“Like this piece?”

“Yeah.”

“You know, for a book review, we didn’t talk about the book that much,” Kyle says.

“Yeah, well, if he wants an actual review, he can look on Goodreads. Anyway, I’m going to call this a response, not a review.”

“Very English major of you.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a compliment.”

“If I was a real English major, I would know how to end this,” I say.

“There we are, tying back into the book!” Kyle exclaims.

“It wasn’t intentional. I think that endings are hard for everyone.”

“Oh,” says Kyle. “But it has to end sometime.”

“I guess it does,” I say. “How would you end it?”

“I’m guessing that people hailing me as a true hero isn’t an option?” he says. I shake my head. “I don’t know. Sitting here is nice. We could just keep doing that.”

“That’s a bad ending,” I say. “There’s no payoff. We learn nothing.”

He shrugs, for the final time. And we sit.

[im-poe-dameron]

NEVER BREAK THE CHAIN

➢ 02. LOST TIME AND BROKEN MINDS

a/n: i debated on splitting this into two parts when i first started plotting, because of how long it is. but i figured why not just drop all of it at once. chapter one was more of a small prequel to get us here and into the drama within this story. plus we finally get to meet dino din, and when i say he is making me swoon. he is making me swoon. i hope y'all enjoy!

summary: you arrived on the island under the impression that you would take a tour and nothing else. however seeing him again changed things entirely.

word count: 8.2k+ (how???)

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, angst, story building, heartbreak, arguing, pining, alcohol consumption, flirting, p in v sex, cumplay, cumeating, oral (f receiving), din lifts reader slightly, a minor bit of dirty talk, harsh endings.

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You always knew humanity would destroy the world. It was written in their fate the second they evolved intelligently and began making mistakes. Choices that would inevitably shift the tides of nature itself—sending the world spiraling. You just never thought you’d be there to see it up close.

Stepping onto the tarmac where you were told to meet the man you spoke to two days ago. You felt the rock in your stomach grow with each step. The fear of making the wrong choice continued to eat away at you—reminding you of the thing you were leaving behind. You wanted to take the leap, you really did, but what lay on the other side didn’t keep you from feeling terrified. It didn’t stop the doubts from slipping in. Telling you that this—whatever it was—wouldn’t go well for you.

“I can’t tell you how happy my boss is that you joined,” he called over the noise of the helicopter blades.

Wind nearly pushed your hat off your head. “You still haven’t told me what it is I’m doing here.”

The smile slipped off his face, his hand smoothing down his tie. Even in tropical weather that made you start sweating the moment you got off the plane, he still wore a suit. You wondered if you’d be liable if he died of heat stroke in your presence. Given that you had yet to sign any contracts, you weren’t sure you’d wind up losing the job offer over something like that. Still you wanted to be sure.

“Everything will be explained today,” he replied, leading you towards the small jeep with the G.I. logo painted on the side. “I’m set to give you a tour of the facility.”

“How large is it exactly?”

“It spans the entire island.”

Your heart leapt into your throat, eyes going wide. “G.I. owns the island? What for?”

He nodded, checking his watch. “With what we’re working on it’s better to have…space. A lot of it.”

Alarm bells began to ring in your head, loud enough to cause that fitful anxiety you hated to fill your body. Ten minutes here and you were ready to give up and go home. What kind of work forced them to have the entire span of an island in their possession? You half expected him to say he was joking—that they only owned a few acres—but the laughter never came. Which only made you feel worse.

“Don’t tell me you’re bringing back the Wooly Mammoth,” you joked, a fake smile stretching across your lips in the hopes of lightening the mood.

He laughed, turning the jeep along the dirt trail ahead. “No. Not the Wooly Mammoth.”

“Good.”

You squinted up at the sky, believing for an instant that you saw something large flying above, the wingspan far larger than anything existing on Earth. But you shook it off as your brain playing tricks on you. After all, it was hot outside and you were most likely dehydrated.

“We’ll be heading to the labs first. I’m sure you’ll want to get acquainted with everyone there.”

You hummed in agreement, wiping sweat off your forehead. “I haven’t been told who I’ll be working with. Who’s my boss?”

“Oh no I wouldn’t worry about that. No boss.”

“No…boss? What does that mean?” you asked incredulously.

He turned right and you saw it in the distance. Fences high enough to look like a prison and wires across the top that you guessed were live with electricity. But behind all of that, hidden in the thicket of palm trees and large plants was a glass building. It reflected the sun, nearly blinding you the longer you stared, but you couldn’t look away.

None of this felt real and you couldn’t figure out why. Were you really here? On an island in the middle of nowhere, ready to work for a company who refused to tell you why you were here. How had you gone from a professor to this? All in the span of a week. You wanted to speak to Din. To see that he was actually here in this mess with you. Except you couldn’t get your mouth to open.

The car rolled to a stop as he searched for his identification card. “Impressive isn’t it?”

“Very,” you breathed, gaping at the sheer monstrosity of what they were doing here.

“It’s taken nearly seven years to get this all up and running and it hasn’t been without its problems.” The car jolted forward, nearly slamming you against the dashboard, as he sped through the gates.

You wanted to ask if you could drive instead, but he was already heading towards two large doors. Big enough to fit this car. You figured it was either the entrance, or a separate garage for the car to go. Sure enough, the doors opened and you were led down a ramp, into a separate garage where lines of matching cars sat. All of them, the same muted gray color. All harboring the G.I. logo.

“What sort of problems?” you inquired, desperate to know even a little more about what you were getting yourself involved with. What sort of fucking job didn’t even offer the baseline principles of what you were doing?

He swung into a nearby spot. Killing the engine and hopping out. “Casualties mainly.”

Your eyes widened slightly, hands moving to open the door and follow him. “From building the fences?”

“That was part of it.”

“And the other part?”

He chose not to respond, pressing a code into the keypad next to the elevator doors. Which left your mind to wander. The gates were ridiculously high. Large enough to seem like a facility housing something dangerous—possibly something that could escape. Except you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what that was. Not without further information about the genetic process you’d currently be working on.

Your mind ran a mile a minute, trying to put together every manner of potential situations. Yet you continued to come up blank. What the fuck had Din gotten you involved in? What were you about to agree to?

Rather than continue the conversation, the man—whose name you had yet to receive—walked into the elevator, his eyes focusing on the screen of his phone. One quick glance let you know he was reading a calendar set up. Possibly to let him know how long this tour was going to last. You could already tell him that you weren’t interested in seeing the labs or meeting the CEO. You just wanted to see the one person who could explain everything to you.

The person who continued to remain in the back of your mind—steering you in what you hoped to be the correct decision.

“The labs are on the eighth floor,” he said, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“When you said earlier about there being no boss…”

“Oh yes,” he nodded. “I meant you won’t be working beneath anyone. We’ve recruited some of the best geneticists in the country and always meant to bring you on board from the very beginning.”

“So…why didn’t you?”

He shrugged as a ding echoed around you—the doors sliding open. “You rejected our offers until now.”

“Does that mean I’m working on my own?”

You followed him out, freezing at the sight before you. The area was pristine. Glass windows let you see the green terrain outside, sunlight filtering through the work spaces like it would through water. You felt your heart race at the sight of millions of dollars worth of equipment sitting perfectly placed around the laboratory. Things you could only dream of seeing in real life, yet never coming close to it.

“No,” he said, giving you a moment to take it all in. “You’ll be running our department.”

“What?” Your voice had risen in pitch, shock coursing through you and rendering you speechless. “W-Why me?”

He merely smiled, moving over to a glass door that held an empty office, your name already printed neatly on the plaque with the title DIRECTOR beneath it. You felt as if you’d been dropped in the center of your dream. Running a lab had always been your end goal—something to look forward to after your time at the university—but you never expected it to happen so soon. You predicted that you’d be old and gray by the time you achieved such an opportunity.

“Our last director sadly had to leave us due to…differences within the workplace. And as I said before when I recruited you. You’re the best there is.”

That was hardly true. Sure you’d finished your PHD with a focus on the theory of genetic splicing within animals in your twenties. But you never once believed you were the best there is. Lots of people worked within your same sector and they were far more knowledgeable on the topic than you were. Yet there you were, standing in the middle of a lab offering you everything you could have hoped for. You wondered how much of that was due to Din’s statement, his words stating that you were in fact the only one for this job.

Something still didn’t sit right with you, even as you regarded the beauty of the place around you. It ate away at you, told you that this wasn’t the right choice for you. One question still remained unanswered.

If you were hired to work with genetics and nothing else, then what the fuck did they need Din for? He was a military man with a background in paleontology that he more often than not referred to as useless. Well the last time you saw him that is. You weren’t even sure he finished his masters before he took off to do who knows what.

“The lab is where you’ll be doing most of the work.” You were brought back by the man’s voice—still insistent on giving you the tour despite the worried expression on your face.

“Right.”

“I don’t know the—er—exact science going on, but you have an assistant who will be continuing this tour tomorrow once we’re done—”

“I want to speak with Din Djarin,” you butted in, too focused on the doubt swirling in your gut to listen to him go on and on about the aspects of this company.

He froze, his mouth closing as he glanced down at his watch. “Um…Mr. Djarin isn’t a part of this tour. I could make arrangements for you to go down where he works tomorrow?”

“He’s the one who recommended me, yes?” He nodded, rather reluctantly. “Then I’m afraid if you want me to sign any contracts today, I’ll need to speak with him.”

The hesitation is what makes you rethink everything. You hated not knowing everything, but you were willing to go along with it if Din was. He wouldn’t work with a place that offered no security, no viable reason to even exist in the first place. You built up the argument in your head. Reasons why you had to see him now being formed into a list you could say, but the man’s sigh gave you all you needed.

“I don’t think he’s working today, but I can lead you to his cabin on the southern side of the facility.”

Your heart fluttered, nerves jumping under your skin.

You would see him again. After all these years.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

A sort of relief filled your veins at that thought. You’d finally get to ask him all the lingering questions that remain in the back of your mind. Of course you’d begin with why he recommended you—why after so many years did he want you here. You expected him to respond with a simple response. Something that would give you just the surface of what was going on in his mind. Yet only one question mattered to you in the end. The one you never got to ask him in all the years you’d been apart.

Why did he leave?

You were absolutely positive that you would need half a bottle of tequila in your veins to even get the words out. So you’d begin with the simplest one on the list you’d been mentally building since that night. What had he wanted from you?

“I never asked your name,” you said, managing to pull yourself out of your thoughts in time to once again see the fences large enough to send a shiver of fear down your spine.

He grinned, the engine of the Jeep loud enough to nearly swallow the sound of your voice. “It’s Malcolm.”

“Malcolm…”

“Jones.” He awkwardly stuck his hand out and the car swerved slightly. “I suppose I should have told you when we first met.”

You shrugged. “I should have asked.”

The wide open space of the dirt road began to narrow—quickly. Until you were practically immersed in a jungle, the sunlight blocked by the trees that stood tall above you. You wanted to ask why the CEO chose such a recluse place. What was the motive of setting up in the middle of nowhere? But your attention was dragged away as something shifted in the distance—causing the trees to sway. You didn’t catch sight of it entirely, barely saw the hint of a dark figure, but it left you gaping. Shock going through your body.

“What was that?” The beat of your heart increased significantly, yet Malcolm continued to drive as if he hadn’t seen a creature the size of a building moving through the jungle.

“Oh just the wildlife.”

You pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Nothing to be concerned with.”

Wildlife your ass. You knew he was lying through his teeth, the way his eyes shifted told you as much, but you couldn’t figure out why. What the fuck was so important to G.I. that they felt the need to keep you in the dark? Your mouth opened, a flurry of questions that could only be construed as an interrogation at the ready, when the jungle gave way to another open area. Only this one didn’t house a large facility on its property. In the center of the tall gates—at least a mile out—sat a cabin with a barn off to the side.

Your heart dropped.

“I believe he’s here,” Malcolm said, gesturing to the large motorcycle that was parked off to the side, the familiar sight nearly sending you into cardiac arrest.

What the fuck were you doing here? You shouldn’t have gotten off the plane. Not when you knew you’d have to confront a man who left you in shambles—forcing you to pick up the pieces on your own.

The jeep rolled to a stop, Malcolm pressing lightly on the horn to draw someone’s attention and you wished the Earth would crack open like an egg and swallow you whole. You took in a deep breath, getting out of the car and following Malcolm’s lead. Except then the cabin door swung open. The familiar thud of boots echoing in the short distance, and there he was. Standing with a mug of coffee in his hands and a neutral scowl on his face.

You felt your stomach flip.

The black henley he wore was stretched across his shoulders, a dark brown leather holster lying over the top. You thought you knew the shape of his body—the breadth of his back and chest. Except you only knew the Din from university. The man who wore a smile and teased you over games of chess. This was a man hardened and aged by time—his brown hair now showing hints of gray, especially in his beard.

His eyes met yours, lips parting slightly, and your mouth went dry when he stepped off the porch, coming closer. The combat boots he wore made indents in the soft dirt as he walked, his footsteps now silent to your ears.

Part of you wanted to sprint back to the jeep and go home. To beg the university to reinstate you as a professor. But your feet were glued to the Earth. Forcing you to stand there in shock as Din came to a stop about a foot away, his eyes roving over your figure. Your heart hammered in your chest, breaths coming in quick and short, and suddenly the list of endless questions you wanted to ask disappeared.

“Dr. Djarin,” Malcolm said abruptly, sticking his hand out. Only to be left awkwardly hanging—Din’s attention solely focused on you.

The title used caused a flicker of shock to linger in your brain, but that vanished just as fast as your words.

“Malcolm,” he replied. His words were blunt—callous—but you weren’t focused on that.

No, you found yourself lost in the gruff sound of his voice—the deep tone you knew so well that you heard it in the back of your mind constantly.

“Before we begin to look over the contracts she wanted to speak with you.”

Your gaze flicked to Malcolm, heat burning beneath your skin wherever Din’s eyes traveled to. You felt like you were under a microscope. As if he was analyzing your genetic makeup and DNA with his eyes. The same brown ones that were seared in your mind.

“Dr. Bishop,” Din mused, lifting his mug and taking a long slow sip.

You decided rather than interrogating him, you simply wanted to slap him.

Malcolm turned to you—confusion quickly overtaking his face. “Er…Bishop?”

“It’s an inside joke.” Din’s mouth curved up on one side—a sight you had memorized like the back of your hand.

While he seemed intent on prolonging this, you didn’t come to play games. “An old one if I recall.”

His eyes lit up at the sound of your voice. “Not that old,” he replied, gauging your reaction.

“Ancient.”

He smiled, a soft chuckle reaching your ears and you felt heat begin to rapidly spread through your body. Fuck him for having this much of a hold over you. Fuck him for standing there looking even better than the last time you saw him. And especially fuck him for leaving. Anger began to burn in your chest, the feelings you once thought gone now returning with new rigor.

“You wanted to talk?”

Clearing your throat, you did what you could to gain control of your emotions. “I wanted to know why you put in my name for a recommendation.”

He shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. “Figured it was obvious.”

“It’s not.”

“You’re the best scientist of our generation.”

His words reminded you of the praise he used to shower you with throughout your relationship. All the soft words of love he once told you. They all seemed pointless to you now. Yet there he was. Doing it all over again simply because he believed them to be the truth. You were the best there was in his mind. The only one fit for the job. You hated how the cold shell around your heart began to melt, that familiar old warmth now seeping back in.

“Din—”

The shrill ring of Malcolm’s phone cut you off—shifting your attention back to the man you forgot still stood beside you.

When it came to Din the rest of the world seemed to vanish.

You wanted to tell him that while you may still harbor feelings of anger and slight resentment about your relationship—overall you were grateful. For some reason he handed you this opportunity on a silver platter. Yet you didn’t know that this wasn’t something born out of feelings that had vanished, but rather feelings that still remained. You would never know how his heart hammered in his chest at the first glimpse of you in years. How he wanted nothing more than to be alone with you—to explain why he left.

“Yes sir,” Malcolm said, his hand brushing down his now wrinkled tie. “We’re on our way back.”

The meeting you’d been so worried about was finally coming to an end, leaving you in the midst of a million questions yet not a single answer. You were tempted to stay here—get what you needed from Din—but you also knew you couldn’t risk this new job. Not when you didn’t have one to fall back on anymore. Nodding to Malcolm, you began to follow him back to the jeep. Leaving Din to watch this time as you walked away.

“Bishop,” he called, meeting your stride and coming to a stop directly in front of you—blocking your path to the jeep.

“I’m going back with Malcolm.” You mentally asked him to say the words. Ask you to stay with him. But you knew they wouldn’t come; not when your hopes were simply that.

A figment of your own imagination to cope with his absence.

He sighed, his eyes shifting back to his cabin until he finally met yours again. Except this time you couldn’t read them like before. Din had always been an open book to you since the first day you met. Now he was as closed off as you were. Hiding his emotions to keep his own self safe from a world intent on destroying them.

“Have dinner with me.”

If you weren’t clenching your teeth, your jaw would have surely dropped open. “I’m sorry?”

He shifted on his feet and it was only then did you realize…he was nervous. The sight was a nice change after so long. You’d only ever seen him be nervous once before—the day he asked you to be his. Somehow this felt like that situation—only the circumstances were entirely different. No longer were you two young kids just barely figuring out what it meant to fall in love. No longer did you belong to him.

The truth left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you forced yourself to swallow it.

“You wanted to talk. So let’s talk.”

“Over dinner?”

“If you’ve got a better option.” He grinned.

You shook your head. “Din I’m here for the job. That’s it.”

“So dinner won’t hurt then.”

If you didn’t still harbor a semblance of emotion for him, you would have said no. You would have gotten back in the jeep and gone back to the facility with a clear head—the uncertainty of your situation gone. You would have left him in the past. But you were never good at giving things up when it came to Din; always looking for a way to keep him in your life. Even when he wasn’t there.

If you were smart, you would have made the right choice and gotten over him the second he walked out your apartment door that fateful night.

Except it was too late to change the past and here you were…stuck in a future that led you right back to him.

“Fine,” you said, watching his lips turn up in a small smile that held your entire heart captive. “I’ll be back here at seven. To talk.”

He nodded, stepping to the side and finally giving you a free path to the jeep. “I’ll see you then.”

You were in the midst of making the biggest fucking mistake of your life. Din inviting you to dinner was nearly—if not exactly—as terrifying the second time around. The first time you were a hopeless romantic. A college student with nothing but time and hopes of a grand romance. Now you were a woman who saw the mistakes of your past as clear as your reflection in the mirror you stood before.

The sundress was short, flowy, perfect for the muggy weather of the jungle outside. You had packed it in the hopes of finding a beach nearby. Perhaps on your day off—or when you eventually turned down the offer. You certainly hadn’t packed it expecting to wear it in the same vicinity as Din Djarin.

You wanted to hole up in the small apartment they’d given you, researching everything you could about the new G.I project. But your heart had different plans altogether.

Letting out a breath, you grabbed your phone and headed out the door. Malcolm was kind enough to offer you a ride back to Din’s place, but you were against it. You didn’t want to get stuck there for longer than you had to. So, you took the keys and promised to return the jeep in the morning. Although you were certain you wouldn’t be there long enough to wait till the next day.

The engine rumbled beneath you as you made your way—slowly—through the jungle. Taking the same path you remembered from earlier. You tried to ignore the vastness of the island, but the sight from earlier still plagued you. You couldn’t discern through the darkness of the tree what exactly it was you saw, but you did know for a fact that the size of the creature wasn’t something to ignore.

Whatever they were hiding here wasn’t just going to change the world. It would destroy it.

“Fuck,” you muttered, seeing his cabin in the distance. The lights on the inside were turned on, showing that he was waiting for you.

You swiped the key card Malcolm had given you and watched as the gates slid open slowly. As if giving you an out. You could turn around and pretend nothing happened. But the need to know more had always been your downfall. So, you pressed your food on the gas pedal and drove towards his home, your heart rapidly beating in your chest.

He must have heard the jeep’s engine, because by the time you were rounding the car, he was standing on his porch—a black button down replacing his henley and combat boots switched for nice brown ones. You swallowed thickly, trying to calm the sensation that spilled free at the sight of him put together for you.

“Didn’t think you’d show,” he said, eyes traveling down your body, drinking in the sight of your dress, as you took the steps one at a time—slowly. Almost like you were rethinking being here in your head the longer you looked at him.

Din wouldn’t blame you if that were true.

“I didn’t think I would either,” you replied. You were half an hour late, having spent the better part of the night debating the thought of going. In actuality you were debating on catching a quick flight back home.

“Dinner’s cold.” He stood to his full height and your heart fluttered. “I’ll warm it up.”

“Okay,” you breathed, following him into the cabin.

It was exactly like you expected. Big enough for one person—possibly two—with barely any furniture and little to no signs that he actually lived there. A large couch took up the majority of the living room, a fireplace now burning two broken pieces of wood, and a small side table. You could picture him sitting there reading a novel that was his latest infatuation. A sight you’d come home to many times before.

“It’s…nice.”

He could tell you were lying through your teeth by the grin he wore. “Don’t bullshit me Bishop. I can always tell.”

You laughed, the tension finally being torn apart. “Okay then. This place needs a little life.”

“Hm.” He handed you a glass of red wine and by the smell you could tell it was your favorite. The impenetrable wall that surrounded your heart chipped slightly at the knowledge that he remembered. “Life huh?”

“There’s no pictures on the walls.”

“Not true.” He pointed to the very fake picture of a forest hanging in a plastic black frame on the opposing wall of the fireplace.

You scoffed. “I’ll rescind my statement if you can tell me that you picked it out.” His lack of an answer gave you enough to go on. “Exactly.”

The smell of something in the kitchen drew you closer, the sight of him stirring a pot with a towel over his shoulder sending a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. You’d been there for five minutes and already you felt like you walked right back into a memory. The image of him cooking, the heady taste of the wine on your tongue, the crackle of the flames in the background. Your mind spun—heart rapidly beating the longer you stood there.

Yet no matter how painful it was to be there, you had no intention of leaving. You could allow yourself to live in the fantasy for a bit longer. What was the harm?

“What did you make?”

He turned, sipping at his glass of what you assumed to be bourbon. “You remember that dish I could never get right?”

“Oh…the pasta. That’s right.” You smiled, reliving the memory of each and every time he tried it—only for it to taste a bit off. “You made such a mess in our kitchen with how many times you tried to hand make the pasta. I swear there were times I was ready to…well…” You took another sip of your wine.

Din watched in wonder as you receded in on yourself again—locking up memories that you were too painful to see. Times in your life when you were both happy. Both ready for a future that would never come. He had wanted to marry you—to give you the world—and you were prepared to say yes.

He took in a breath, his heart pounding beneath his chest. “I figured it out. Learned the proper way from a friend who served with me. Thought you might want to try it again.”

Taking a seat at the table, you watched him plate up the meal and set it in front of you. He even remembered how much you usually wanted—as if everything that happened before tonight never happened. There you were, two people who knew each other so well it was scary at times. You knew he hated the taste of the wine you loved, but would kiss you if you drank it anyways. You knew he would prefer to lay with you in bed all day rather than let the real world in, fully content to stay in the fantasy you two created.

You knew him like you knew your own soul, because whether you liked it or not he was still a part of it.

Neither of you spoke as you ate, too focused on getting through to the hard part. The reason why you were actually here. You wanted to know what you were doing here, and he didn’t want you to leave. Except you didn’t know that part. You might never know if Din had any say in the matter. He drank his bourbon, you drank glass after glass of wine, and watched the orange glow of the sunset begin to fade into darkness.

“I need you to tell me the truth,” you said, leaning back in the chair.

An hour of eating dinner had waned into you two sidestepping the reality of your situation for long enough.

He sighed, taking your plates to the sink. “Bishop—”

The nickname caused your heart to twist painfully in your chest. Yet another reminder of what this was. What you had become to each other. Acting as if you were merely old friends catching up, when the reality was that you’d always be so much more.

“I’d prefer if you used my actual name.”

His body went stiff. “Okay,” he murmured.

“Why am I here Din? And don’t give me bullshit answers that I’m the best. I need to know. The truth this time.”

Turning back to you, he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. “That was the truth. You’re here to do a job. I meant what I said in that letter.”

“And that’s it?”

“What more did you want there to be?”

Your heart sank. “So I’m here to change the world? Although if you had looked into G.I. more you would know they’re notorious for stealing scientists work. So what are they actually doing here Din? I know you know.”

His eyes were blazing with an emotion you couldn’t discern, his stiff stance telling you enough. You were pushing against the wall you’d both set in place to block the inevitable from happening. This fight never happened. He had simply left, never giving you the change to let this exchange occur. Except now you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“If you’re making requests then I have one too,” he said, eyes narrowing. “I want you to stop pretending that you didn’t come here tonight to ask me why I left.”

You felt like he’d pulled the trigger on a gun—pain spreading through your body. “Unbelievable,” you muttered. “I was right. I can’t do this.”

Throwing your napkin on the table, you shoved the chair back and headed for his front door. Slamming it open as you went. You were the one leaving this time, putting your past behind you. Except this time was different. This time he did the one thing you never did. He followed you, his footsteps loud and heavy against the wood of his porch.

You were halfway to the car before he finally shattered the wall between you—forcing emotions you thought you let go of back up.

“Bishop!”

You whirled around, pointing your finger in his direction. “Don’t you fucking call me that. You lost that right the second you walked out that door.”

“You came here to ask me the question, so ask me.”

“I shouldn’t have to ask!”

He huffed. “Bullshit.”

“Yeah?” You stepped closer. “That’s bullshit huh? Well do you know what I think is bullshit? The fact that you never gave me a reason why you decided to up and leave me behind. What was so important?”

“I had my reasons.”

“Which you never told me!”

He stood tall before you, his hands on his hips and eyes narrowed in your direction. You could practically feel the anger seeping off his body. This is what you wanted to avoid. The confrontation that would inevitably happen the longer you were in his presence. You wanted to leave, to hide away in your job as a professor and never come back. But that was no longer a possibility.

“So now you’re going to leave?”

Anger surged through you—bright and unwavering. “You left me!” Turning away you began to walk back towards the car. “I should have never come here. You left me and yet I come crawling back. How fucking pathetic.”

“Did you ever consider the truth?” He watched you stop in your path, your hands curling into fists. “That I regret leaving you every fucking day of my life?”

Tears spilled down your cheeks, your heart twisting violently in your chest. “Don’t—”

“I shouldn’t have left.”

For the second time that night, you broke. “But you did!” You turned, letting him see you cry—giving him a chance to witness first hand the pain he caused you. And you watched as his face crumpled, his shoulder slumping forward. “You broke me in ways I never thought possible. And you didn’t even tell me why.”

“Baby,” he breathed, slowly cupping your cheeks, wiping away the hot tears that burned through your cheeks.

“I came for you Din.” The words were heavy on your tongue—the truth…finally. “I came because…you asked me to. I followed you here.”

He let out a shaky breath, his forehead falling to press against yours. “I’d follow you to the ends of the fucking Earth. You know that honey?”

Grasping onto his shirt, you felt him pull you closer, his lips a hair's breadth away. “Din…”

“Stay,” he pleaded, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Stay with me baby.”

Take the leap. His words echoed in your head, on repeat. Promising you a future that was different. A future where he didn’t leave—where you were finally happy together. You felt your heart give way to something that burned in your chest, warm and inviting and him. Letting out a breath, you gave yourself the option to leave and end this chapter for good, but something always pulled you back to Din.

“Okay,” you breathed, leaping off the cliff—hoping more than anything that he was with you.

His lips found yours, passion bleeding into your body, and everything clicked back into place. You sighed into his mouth, hand gripping onto his hair as his tongue slid along yours. Drawing out sparks of pleasure. You felt your stomach flutter, your nipples tightening beneath your dress. He could always tease out that all consuming heat that spread through your body—the sensation you longed for.

Scrunching up the skirt of your sundress, he let his hands wander along your skin for the first time in years. Touching each part he remembered you loved most. The parts of you that he’d ingrained in his mind. Your soft moan undid him on the inside—took the broken pieces of his heart and began to reform them before his very eyes. You were the missing part. The emptiness he felt in his heart.

You were his.

“F-fuck,” you whined when his hand dipped underneath your dress, fingers finding you practically soaking through your panties.

He didn’t respond, didn’t give you a single word except a muffled grunt against your mouth, before he began to walk backwards. Back towards his cabin. You stumbled your way up the stairs until he slung your leg around his hip, lifting you slightly to help you—dragging you towards the door and inside. Gripping onto his hair, you dug your teeth into his bottom lip—your back hitting the door with a grunt.

“Every day,” he gasped, hiking you up until your legs were around his waist, your weight leaning against the sturdy wood. “I thought about you every day.”

His hips grinded up, the button of his jeans pressing against your clit, sending delicious sparks up your spine. “I-I need you,” you whined, your lips sliding along his jaw.

“I’ve got you honey,” he whispered, hands tugging down the front of your dress and taking the hardened peak of your nipple into his mouth.

A cry ripped from your throat, your hips grinding down as he tugged on it with his teeth, his fingers pinching the other. That heady sensation was back. Burning its way through you until you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to blame the wine on your actions—how your mind was hazy, body willing to bend for him. Yet you knew the truth. Din had a hold over you that you never wanted to break.

He was the oxygen in your lungs, the strength in your bones.

He was yours.

“Oh—fuck,” he grunted, his mouth pressed to your chest. “‘M not gonna last baby. Not like this.”

Much to your disappointment he let you slide down the door until your feet touched the floor again. His hands dragged the dress up and over your body, allowing it to fall beside him—the sight of you practically bare leaving him speechless. He didn’t know what part of you he wanted to touch first. Which part he wanted to taste.

The dazed look of utter infatuation in your eyes did him in. He pulled you towards the couch, falling back into and giving you free reign to climb on top of him. Which you did earnestly. You breathed a soft moan across his cheek, your hips slotting over his perfectly—as if you’d never been apart to begin with. You knew what he liked, what his body responded to, and you wanted to make him sing.

“I want you inside me,” you gasped, pulling your panties to the side and sliding your fingers through your own slick, your needy sound echoing in his ear.

“You’re trying to kill me.” The sound of the desperation in his voice, the painful desire in his eyes made you smile.

His head fell back when you began to lick at his throat, your now shiny and wet fingers pressing against his mouth. He took them without question, sucking off your taste with a broken moan, his eyes fluttering shut. You felt your walls flutter around nothing at the feeling of his tongue—the heat of his mouth. If you weren’t so eager you’d beg him for more.

Except neither of you wanted to wait anymore. Not after years of not having one another. So he quickly unbuckled his belt, grunting raggedly when your hand wrapped around his cock, precum leaking from the tip and sliding down. You wanted to take him into your mouth. Reacquaint yourself with his taste. But the emptiness in your cunt shoved you towards what you wanted most. The feeling of him inside of you—stretching you open.

Lining himself up, he watched in rapture as you slid him through your folds. The head of his cock bumping against your clit—drawing out a soft sigh from your chest. He wanted to remember this. Sear it in his mind for all eternity. You slowly began to lower yourself onto him—the stretch of his thick cock breaching past your entrance with a slight sting of pain. But nothing would stop you now that you were here.

“Look at you,” he marveled, an awestruck look in his eyes. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Oh—Din—” you choked, your lips finding his, your cry pressed reverently into his mouth.

“So good for me baby,” he murmured.

He let you take as much time as you needed to adjust to his size. Until your hips met his, your face buried in his neck and legs shaking from the intensity of having him inside of you again. A sharp searing heat of pleasure licked up your spine, causing you to go boneless in his arms. He was buried so deep he pressed against parts of you that hadn’t been reached in years.

“I—” Your words dissolved into a whimper, hands grasping onto his shoulders. “Need to move.”

He grunted, his hips shifting upwards and ripping a ragged sound from your throat, your eyes rolling back. “F-fuck.” He felt his body shake, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought against the bliss that threatened to spill over. “So damn tight honey.”

“Please.”

“I-I—shit, oh fuck—I can’t move.” He was gonna lose it if you remained this tight, your whole body practically begging for more. “Need you to cum for me.”

His thumb found your clit and you cried out, your hips shifting. The angle changed and suddenly the head of his cock was pressing against something blinding. Your vision went white, body shaking as he drew you even higher. A garbled sob of his name left your mouth—your nails digging into his shirt. He felt your walls clamp down around his cock and nearly flew off the edge himself. But this wasn’t about him. Not right now.

Pinching your clit between his fingers, he grinded his hips up and with that you broke. Burying your face in his shoulder, you felt the overwhelming bliss of your orgasm overtake you. Turning you into a sobbing mess. Din’s name was a continuous chant on your tongue—your mind numb to everything else—and you wanted more. You needed it.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, his whole body stilling as he felt your cunt fluter rapidly around his throbbing cock. He tried not to move, to think about how your almost naked body was sprawled on top of him.

It took a good five minutes, but eventually you lifted your head. The fucked out smile your face was what snapped the control he had on his body. With a deep rumble in his chest he gripped the back of your throat, his lips colliding to yours in a mess of teeth and tongue. Din could barely contain himself with how sweet you sounded when you came. A memory he thought he’d never get the chance to relive.

Your fingers tore at the buttons of his shirt as he flipped you, pressing you into the back of the couch. His jeans were barely down to his thighs, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when you were begging him, your lips swollen from his teeth and eyes glazed over with lust. Tears leaked into your hair as he held you there, filled to the brim so much it drove you mad. You were everything he could have wanted out of life.

His version of a perfect forever.

“Such a pretty fucking sight,” he rasped, pulling out slowly only to shove himself back in. Your head fell back, a high pitched wail bouncing off the walls of his cabin—your legs tightening around his hips.

“Oh fuck Din!”

His hips slammed against yours, the wet squelch of your pussy mixing with the sweet sounds of your cries filled the room. Din had never heard a more perfect sound in his life. He wanted to keep you here. To bury himself so deep you’d never be rid of him. Cursing loudly he took your nipple back into his mouth, grinning when you spasmed beneath him.

“My perfect girl,” he murmured, hips speeding up until you went silent—your eyes rolling back and chest heaving. “‘M never leaving you. Not again.”

You gasped sharply, the pleasure unraveling through you once more and rendering you speechless. Your nails dug into his skin, thighs shaking, as you gushed on his cock. His hoarse shout of your name echoed in your ears, his face burying into your neck and hips flexing with each stunted thrust. You felt him spill into you, felt the warmth of his cum begin to leak out, and craved to feel it again. Din carved a place for himself in your broken heart with the promise to heal it.

Grasping onto him tightly, you did whatever you could to keep that feeling of his love. To never let it leave you again.

He moaned weakly when he pulled out, the thick mixture of your cum and his now leaking out—probably staining his couch. Although he didn’t seem to mind. With a contented hum he sat up and caught a glimpse of the shiny mess between your thighs. A sight that made his heart stop in his chest.

“I meant it,” he said softly, his hands trailing to your inner thighs, keeping you spread for him.

“Din—”

“I’m staying with you Bishop.”

Your heart stuttered, heart softening at his words. “You will?”

He nodded, kissing your knee and settling himself between your thighs. “Forever.”

Something shifted in your chest, putting itself back in place after being gone for so long. And you welcomed it. Din’s tongue swiped through your folds, pushing away any thoughts that roamed your mind. You’d have time to figure out what this meant for your relationship later. Now you were being thrown back into the rapture of a pleasure that consumed you. He moaned, pressing his thumb against your clit and spitting lewdly on your pussy—watching with a smile when your back arched.

“Cum for me again baby,” he said, his eyes drinking in every part of you he could see. And you fell into it willingly. Begging him for more.

Sunlight broke through his open curtains, causing you to stir awake. Somehow in the middle of the night you’d moved to his bed. Where he proceeded to fuck you two more times until you lost the feeling in your legs. You were still sore, pain blooming where he had gripped your hips tightly and dug his teeth in. A soft snore echoed behind you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

Every emotion you’d gone through last night came flooding back. All the promises he made—the words he whispered against your skin. Each one somehow felt hollow now that you thought back on it. You wanted to believe him. To see if he actually meant what he said or if he simply said it in the heat of passion. But the fear of confrontation still lingered in your chest.

Untangling yourself from him slowly, you gathered your clothes. Din grumbled in his sleep, searching the bed for you. Yet by the time he stirred awake slightly, you were in the jeep. The engine a soothing rumble beneath you as you left your heart behind you.

You wiped away the tears that streamed down your face—the ache in your chest growing the farther you got. You could go back. Climb into his bed and have breakfast as you’d done a million times before. But the past was still something sharp and broken inside of you. A part of your heart that had yet to heal.

Last night shifted things between you two—forever changing the structure of your relationship. Except if there’s one thing you knew, it was this. Din’s words meant very little to you until he actually proved them. Until you knew for certain he would stay—no matter what.

Turning onto the dirt road, you left him behind—driving towards a future that you hoped would be different. A future with him in it.

A loud roar went up in the distance, the stomp of something large practically shaking the ground below. You sighed, oblivious to what resided in the near distance, as you pulled up to the facility. It came again, an echo of something softer meeting it, and there it would remain…for now.

Biding its time in the jungle.

[howlingdemon13]

Do you have any specific headcanons about Trevor's childhood? :>

Oh boy, do I! These are kinda general, but they should suffice.

In a fic I never ended up getting very far in, I had a much happier version of Trevor’s early life in mind. He’s from a big family (the youngest of 5 brothers) and lived pretty decently despite the exile and all that jazz. He’s pretty rambunctious, but he’s still got the understanding that he needs to prove himself of being a capable hunter and worthy of inheriting the Vampire Killer.

For the version of Trev in my current fic (for which all hcs exist now), it’s a tad spoilery(?).

Trev loses his parents fairly young (in a pretty traumatizing way for a 14-year-old especially), but his time before that was honestly not bad. His parents obviously loved him and made sure that he was well-trained and had sufficient knowledge to navigate inter-class social situations, hunt monsters, understand basic magic and alchemy, and read. He doesn’t have much in the way of worldly possessions (besides heirlooms from Leon’s day that he’s set to inherit), but he’s not really the kind of kid that cares about all that. He doesn’t have siblings, but he sometimes had friends - he cycled through them pretty quickly once any of them found out he was an exile/excommunicated and their parents didn’t want their precious godly kids playing with a Belmont. That’s why he’s so attached to his friends as an adult; he finally has people who care about him outside of his parents.

That’s all to say that he’s content to climb trees by himself or build little stick forts out in the woods.

He’s pretty mature compared to a lot of other kids in Brașov since he has the duty of his entire bloodline on his tiny shoulders, and he’s pretty good at winning people over when he and his family are desperate for resources. He more-or-less understands why he and his parents live the way they do, but it doesn’t stop him from being lonely and wistful that maybe one day he might have friends.

That said though, he’s self sufficient and can contribute to the household by hunting and fishing and all that.

When he does end up alone, it’s this precociousness that allows him to find help from others despite some villagers’ lack of assistance and distain for him. Even as a kid he can charm his way into making allies. He travels around what is now Brașov county looking for odd jobs and occasionally hunting particularly dangerous creatures in exchange for coin or a place to sleep for a night or two. He does this until he’s an adult. It’s during his later childhood years that he sees the good in people, and it comes through in those in poverty or fellow exiles like him. He doesn’t really blame anyone for his situation and sees it as his ultimate test before Drac tries to murder humanity.

In conclusion, liddol Trev is the lonely kid that plays in the dirt but is also startlingly mature and has the weight of his ancestors on his shoulders at all times.

[amywritesthings]

Meet Me On The Other Side

PART TWO: THE UPSIDE-DOWN

gif credit to @ mcbride

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 5K

Summary: The Hawkins crew only has eight people in their three-tier plan to take down Vecna. Eddie makes a Hail Mary of a phone call to even the odds.

Warnings: SPOILERS AHEAD, VOL2 FIX-IT, Language, Angst (with a Happy Ending), Intense action, Peril, Graphic Violence, The Upside Down, Demobat attacks, Kisses, Confessions of Feelings, Eddie is still the Hero, But YOU save the day

A/N: This is my version of how the Battle of Vecna went down. Only canon I accept from here on out. Alexa, play Running Up That Hill (Totem Remix).

                       PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE

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 Eddie’s face turns, planting a gentle kiss to the center of your palm. “Most metal concert ever.”

“Most metal concert ever,” you repeat, and he opens his eyes to stare at you. “Play like a bat out of hell, Eddie Munson.”

Slowly, but surely, a grin of determination plays against his mouth. He nods and you step off to the side, readying your spiked bat.

Eddie stares into the billowing horizon of blood red clouds and rips the chain holding the guitar pick clear from his throat. His nostrils flare, a multitude of emotions rising to his face — grief, fear, betrayal, anger.

Above all else, there is anger.

“Chrissy, this is for you.”

MEET ME ON THE OTHER SIDE

PART TWO: THE UPSIDE DOWN

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So this was why they were using Max Mayfield’s trailer as their provisional headquarters.

The Munson household is a mess. Upon entering the once-common hang out spot for the two of you, Eddie warned what would greet you on the other side — keep an open mind, alright? Whatever timeframe this shithole was made happened to also be a week I forgot to clean — but a gaping hole of vines and dirt in the middle of his ceiling leading to a gloomy, radioactive mirror of his living room?

Yeah, that's worse than some dirty laundry.

The glittering, dark portal is not what you pictured, but it isn’t any less terrifying to look at in the flesh.

Something ruffles at your side — on your left stands Dustin Henderson, all Spanish moss and camouflage and donning a light gray, polyester head protector. He looks like a tiny knight ready for battle, straight from a homebrew Dungeons and Dragons campaign.

And he’s beaming up at you like he's bursting to say something.

The rest of the party remains outside, counting weapons and supplies before the final bell tolls. Dustin doesn’t seem too interested in the commotion, not when he’s teetering on his sneakers and waiting for you to speak first. 

So you do. “Hey.”

“Hi,” he replies, stuck on a giggle. “So you’re the…”

“I’m the… what?”

"You're the... girl." Dustin’s brows furrow. “The girl. The one Eddie always talks about.”

“Oh?” You shift to turn towards him, ignoring the massive portal in the ceiling for a moment. “Eddie talks about me a lot?”

“You have no idea.” 

Yeah. Dustin’s been clambering to talk about this ever since you left your car. That much is obvious by how his shoulders droop, mouth taking off at lightning speed:

“We had to implement, like, an entire ten minutes at the end of each Hellfire debrief so he could update the party about this mystery girl he's been driving to see on weekends because we got sick of hearing about it over and over again — no offense.” 

"None taken." A warm glow spreads through your veins like wildfire. “But you’re, uh, Dustin, right? When he comes up to visit me at school, he talks about a Dustin Henderson a lot.” 

Dustin perks, curls ricocheting from the force as he gawks up at you. “Really?”

“All the time.”

“What does he say?”

It seems like Dustin admires Eddie just as much as Eddie admires him.

“That you’re really good at foiling all of his planned dungeon crawls and it’s annoying as hell.” That earns a wild, elated laugh from the freshman. “But that just means you’re learning from the best, and you’ve come really far in the game. He’s proud.”

Dustin’s chin drops to his chest to mask the smile bursting at his mouth, all too bashful of the compliments you have to give. The moss at his shoulders bristles as he shrugs.

“So if you’re that girl, then you’re… also the honorary Hellfire member?”

Your brows knit with amusement. “He told you guys about the one shot—”

“—where you killed Eddie’s mimic in one fell swoop? Hell yeah! Holy shit, that was so epic. ” 

You laugh at the energetic reaction, shifting the strap of your backpack. 

“Guess he does talk about me a lot.” 

“Told you. Munson’s totally obsessed with you.” As if he’s spilled a dire secret, Dustin’s eyes widen. “Don’t tell him I said that.” 

You shake your head, finger pressing to your lips. “Secret’s safe with me.”

“What are you two conspirators chatting about over here?” 

Eddie calls from his bedroom as he walks down the hallway, bandana wrapped tightly around his forehead and covering his bangs. In his palm rests two silver lighters.

“Nothing.” 

You don’t anticipate Dustin to answer at the exact same time as you, but it happens. Eddie pauses in his step, apprehension crawling to his expression, but it flutters away as he sucks in a sharp breath and claps his hands together.

“O-kay, weirdos. Keep your secrets. We’ve got the fun part of this whole fuckaroo plan, so I suggest we figure out our own plan of action before we all go, y’know, up that way.”

The three of you simultaneously look up at the gate in question where a dirty mattress takes up most of the living room floor.

“We draw the bats away when Lucas gives the signal that Max is in a… trance, right?” you repeat Nancy’s words. 

“Yep,” Dustin confirms. “It should give Nancy, Robin, and Steve enough time to get to the Creel house so they can royally screw over Vecna at his weakest state.” From your peripheral, you see him drop his chin from the ceiling to look at Eddie. “You don’t happen to own any flamethrowers in that trailer on the other side that we might’ve missed, right?”

“Nope, just the flaming chords of rock ‘n roll, my friend,” Eddie replies, clapping his hand down on his shoulder. “And a few lighters for the lady.”

“Lighters?”

“Makeshift flamethrowers,” you supply for Eddie, and he winks in your direction.

“With what?” Dustin asks with emphasis.

“Hairspray,” Eddie adds. “My girl’s got those college smarts working for us.”

My girl.

You don’t have time to react. The trailer door opens swiftly, revealing a weapon-ready Nancy Wheeler.

“We’re ready to go. Lucas and Erica have Max set up in the attic.”

So this was it.

Robin is the next to enter, holding a rope bound in sheets with Steve in tow. The two of them set up the alley-oop on the mattress in this realm, tossing the rope high in the air. The sheets billow perfectly on the other side, dropping with the gate's gravity.

(Trippy.)

Steve, of course, takes the first leap of faith into the dark abyss. Everyone takes a step back as he uses his arms and core strength to hoist up, up… until he falls to the other end, Eddie’s mattress cushioning his fall. 

From the other side of the world, Steve Harrington looks at you and grins, thumb raised high in the air.

Nancy’s the next to go, with Robin dropping to one knee to help her ascent. Nancy struggles for a moment, gritting her teeth until she falls gracefully to the other side on her back.

Dustin follows suit, then Robin, leaving you and Eddie still safe in Hawkins.

“C’mon, angel, time to fly,” he murmurs against your ear as he nears you, all too happy with himself for such a corny, B-movie catchphrase. 

“Guess P.E. finally comes in handy, huh?” you ask as he slowly drops to one knee, holding his hands out to help hoist you onto the makeshift rope. 

“A-yep, that’s why it’s the only class I’m skating by,” Eddie jokes, spotting you as you use what strength you can muster to climb towards the ceiling, refusing to look back.

Suddenly the world is airborne when your arms pass through the threshold of the Upside Down. Your back slams into the sheet-covered mattress, knocking the air clear from your lungs for a beat. Eddie Munson stares up with worry lining his features, face glowing orange from the hue of his living room lamp.

You take Steve’s lead, holding up a quiet confirmation with your thumb extended: I’m good.

He sighs heavily, cursing under his breath before taking the ascent as the final party member to cross the point of no return.

This place is insane. Somehow right under your feet lives a gnarly, horrifying version of Hawkins ready to suck the joy and hope out of anyone who enters. Robin places a small hand on your shoulder after helping you up — you okay? — and all you can do is nod.

Truth is? No, none of this okay, but Eddie needs you.

(They need a fucking third.)

By the time Eddie lands on his back, hair splayed across the orange sheet, you’re there to hold out a hand and help him up. Each person of A- and B-Team files out of Eddie’s warped and vine-filled trailer and into what you can only describe as a waking nightmare.

Lightning billows over red and blue clouds, threatening to near and swallow you hole. Vines suffocate every trailer in the park.

“Hey.”

Before you can step out of the warped Munson household, however, a force tugs you backwards by the hand. The warmth of Eddie’s silver rings encompasses your skin, a stark contrast to the freeze of the Upside Down.

He squeezes and runs his thumb along the back of it, saying nothing with his voice but everything with his eyes.

Are you good?

(As good as you can be.)

You nod once, and he gestures for you to move: ladies’ first.

Eddie’s fingers linger when you pull away to drop down the steps and into the dead grass.

Steve and Robin situate their weapons from their backpacks as Nancy checks the ammo on her modified shotgun. Dustin waits at the bottom of the steps, trashcan shield at the ready.

“Guys? If anything goes wrong?” Steve starts, asserting a leader-esque tone to the crew. “Then we abort the mission.” He pointedly stares at Eddie. “Don’t be a hero.”

“You don’t have to worry about us being heroes,” Dustin answers gleefully for the whole of you, but something is off in the way Eddie stares at Steve. 

“Yeah, absolutely,” Eddie answers with the same peppy tone, but his eyes don’t hold the same excitement as Dustin’s. 

Steve seems to accept that answer and blinks to you, but there’s something underneath his gaze, something uncertain.

(What are the odds, Harrington?)

He tells you right then and there:

He doesn’t know.

There’s no time to talk when Steve turns on a heel, leading the way for Nancy and Robin to follow. What remains of the party — you, Dustin, and Eddie — stands in a triangle formation, watching the brave soldiers of Hawkins disappear in the smoke and clouds of the Upside Down towards the Creel house.

“Well!”

After a minute, Eddie breaks the silence as he slaps both Dustin and yourself on the shoulder, turning you towards the trailer.

“Time to get to work, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s not die in this shithole.”

“A-men,” Dustin sing-songs, following him back into the vine-possessed trailer once more.

Securing the house feels like it takes ages to accomplish. The only way to keep track of how long you've been down (or up) here comes from Robin and Lucas's small check-ins from the walkie at Dustin’s hip — still no Vecna, still no trance — and the three of you manage to make the Munson trailer a decent fortress for what’s to come next.

As you’re barring one of the living room windows, Eddie sneaks into his bedroom with Dustin trailing close behind.

From the hallway you see him admiring his guitar, still clinging desperately to the mirror vanity where vines don’t touch the instrument.

“What do you say, Henderson?” Eddie begins, plucking the guitar gingerly from its display. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Dustin responds, feigning a blasé attitude.

“What about you, angel? Got one hell of a setlist in mind.” You see Eddie turn on a heel, peering over Dustin’s head to grin at you. “You know, Henderson, I remember the first time I played this chick Metallica.”

“Shut up,” you groan, latching a defense blockade to the floor. “He doesn’t want to hear about that.”

“She lost her mind,” Eddie continues, ignoring you. “Never heard any sick solo like that in her life. Kinda like you freaks when we first played them at Hellfire. She was hooked, weren’t you?”

“I was hooked because you were playing,” you correct.

“Yeah, then she converted to the religious house of metal,” he adds, snorting.

You offer a pointed look, trying not to smile. “We need the amps, Ed.”

“Right! Right. Amps. For the roof.” Eddie snaps his fingers. “Do you remember where those are?”

“It’s been, what, six months since my last Corroded Coffin show?” You near the corner of the living room, tapping the amps unaffected by the vines in the walls. “If they’re in the same place as they’ve been since the fifth grade, then I think I can manage.”

"You know me so well, princess."

Dustin finally groans, waving off Eddie. “Oh, Jesus, stop flirting in front of me. Less talking, more music-ing.”

Eddie chuckles, slinging the guitar over his shoulder with a waggle in his brow.

“Let’s do it.”

. . . . . . . .

He’s nervous.

He won’t say it, but Eddie’s nervous.

By some miracle of adrenaline strength, the amps are set up on the trailer roof. Dustin busies his hands with the wires to the right ports like he’s done this before, not bothering to ask you for help or Eddie for guidance. You hand him what’s left to plug in, distracted.

Eddie is on the other end of the trailer roof pacing, slow and deliberate. His head bobs with an invisible tune only he can hear while his fingers press into certain frets.

And he’s like that for most of the set-up: spaced out, keeping occupied.

“You good?” you ask Dustin, and the moss on his shoulders shuffle.

“Yep. Last plug and we’ll be good on Robin’s—”

As if it’s an omen in the flesh, her voice pings on Dustin’s hip.

.

Commence phase three! I repeat, commence phase three!

.

The three of you stop moving, stop speaking, and Eddie finally looks over.

Yeah. He’s petrified.

Standing at full height, you cross the roof with a forced smile. “Hey, rock star, how’s practice going?”

“Like shit,” he laughs softly, humorlessly. “Might fuck up on a solo or five.”

“You? Fuck up a solo?” You scoff. “Yeah, you’ll totally fuck it up.”

“Hey!” There it is. That smile of disbelief, wide and bright. “Damn, way to bring the criticism to my first Upside Down concert.”

“It got you out of your head, though, didn’t it?” You toy with a lock of hair. “First and only, by the way. I’m not making it a habit to come back here.”

“Yeah, neither am I.”

His chin drops, curls shaking as his chest moves with laughter.

“Kind of feels like this is the time where we have our conversa—”

You drop the hand in his hand to grab the fabric of his Hellfire club shirt, pulling him in for an interruption of a kiss. Eddie stumbles, stuck between holding you and holding the guitar in place. He settles with one hand on your cheek, the other holding up the guitar neck.

Eddie leans into the palm of your hand, chasing your touch when you pull away.

“Not until we’re out of this,” you murmur against his lips. “We made a deal, and I got your back.”

“You always do,” he replies just as soft. His face turns, planting a gentle kiss to the center of your palm.

“Most metal concert ever.”

“Most metal concert ever,” you repeat, and he opens his eyes to stare at you. “Play like a bat out of hell, Eddie Munson.”

Slowly, but surely, a grin of determination plays against his mouth. He nods and you step off to the side, readying your spiked bat.

Eddie stares into the billowing horizon of blood red clouds and rips the chain holding the guitar pick clear from his throat. His nostrils flare, a multitude of emotions rising to his face — grief, fear, betrayal, anger.

Above all else, there is anger.

“Chrissy, this is for you.”

The first chord is struck, sending wavelengths of an electric guitar into the abyss of the Upside Down. Soon the melody of Master of Puppets by Metallica deafens you, filling you with an impossible hope that yeah, this could work.

Dustin’s ecstatic by the amp, pushing the limits of the device with every dial to maximum levels. He headbangs as Eddie sends the guitar strings into a frenzy, shouting to the sky.

And Eddie Munson plays like your lives depend on it.

Because they do.

In the distance, shrieks meet the guitar solos as silhouettes of seduced — and massively-sized — demobats start to appear in the lightning storms overhead.

“It’s working!” you shout to Dustin, although the exclamation is not of excitement. You twirl the baseball bat in your hands, swallowing the terror threatening to freeze all your muscles in place. 

The bats cover an unbelievable wingspan in the clouds, making them larger than life and equally as scary as Eddie originally claimed.

No going back now.

Phase three had finally commenced.

“C’mon, we gotta take cover!” Dustin shouts over the music.

Eddie abruptly stops playing the thirty seconds of the song when the two of you shout his name to get his attention.

Taking off into a sprint, you slide off the edge of the trailer to the dead grass, temporarily dropping the bat to the ground. Your hands rise to grab Dustin, catching him in his descent, before Eddie follows swiftly with his guitar strap still hanging off his shoulders.

Forcing Eddie and Dustin into the trailer first, you hold the baseball bat in one hand and look just beyond the clouds — the demobats arrive in droves, seemingly agitated by the music by the way they screech in the forever night sky.

It’s Eddie who takes your hand and pulls, locking the bats out of the Munson trailer.

He did it.

(He actually did it.)

A moment of silence passes — then Dustin screams at the top of his lungs:

“Most! Metal! Ever!”

Eddie finally breathes — no, shouts to the ceiling like a madman as Dustin takes into an Energizer bunny hop, clapping his hands.

The two embrace, jumping up and down together with glee.

You haven’t quite caught up on the celebration, so Eddie brings it to you. There is a look in his eye when he turns on his sneaker heel, lost in the haze of mania and bravery, when he crosses the living room. His hand finds the back of your head, palming it with the intent to bring you against him.

Except he doesn’t kiss you, not at first.

Because he speaks when he’s pulling you in.

Eddie doesn’t even realize, but you catch what he says as soon as his lips are on yours.

“I love you.”

You enthusiastically meet him in the kiss, but when those three simple words process in the back of your mind, you stop. Freeze.

Eddie pauses, too, when time catches up to the now.

Eye to eye and out of breath, the sweat on his brow dampens the bandana circling his forehead. His gaze softens, Adam’s apple bobbing with a swallow.

“I love you,” he repeats, resigned and relieved. 

No fanfare. No fireworks. 

No rousing speeches or Dungeons and Dragons monologues, but the truth in its rawest form.

(He loves you.)

“Oh, shit!”

Dustin’s high-pitched shriek startles you both, causing Eddie to pull you into his side for protection. Dustin runs into the hallway, tossing a spear to Eddie. The metalhead lets go of you to catch it.

“I heard something. Outside, guys, I heard something mov—”

A thud lands above your heads.

Fear begins to creep its way back into your chest.

“They’re on the roof,” you whisper, corralling Dustin behind you as you pick up the baseball bat from the floor. 

The noise travels, tinkering on small paws, and the C-Team follows it into the hallway towards Eddie’s bedroom.

The sound makes it way to the side of the trailer as if scaling the perimeter.

Then, with no warning, a demobat screeches and shoves its way through the vent at the juncture of the bedroom wall.

Dustin and Eddie scream simultaneously, going into fight mode with their spears. They stab relentlessly as the creature howls and writhes, trying to wriggle its way in.

“Get it, get it, get it!”

“I’m trying!” Eddie shouts over Dustin.

You cross the triangle into the middle of them, slamming the bat down with all your might on top of the demobat’s head.

It has one final cry, wings outstretched, before falling limp to the floor.

Dustin holds onto your arm, peering around it. “Is it…”

“Dead?” You finish. You feel him nod against your sleeve. “I… think so?”

Eddie rushes to place his makeshift Iron Maiden-esque shield over the vent as a cover, leaving him with just his spear — just in time for several shrieks to sound off outside the trailer.

The demobats swarm the windows, battering the trailer to rock back and forth from their intense assault.

They know something’s in there.

They want in.

“Ho-kay, I think it’s time to go,” Dustin sing-songs as he rushes to the mattress leading to the sheet rope still hanging idle for an escape.

Eddie swiftly closes the bedroom door behind you as all three of you run to the rope, preparing for departure.

“Junior Metalheads first,” Eddie implores, and Dustin doesn’t need to be told twice.

With the assistance of Eddie, you help the smaller freshman up the ladder, relishing in his relief when Dustin’s back hits the Hawkins mattress.

But when you grab the rope, something feels off.

Eddie isn’t helping you. Instead, he’s standing there motionless, staring at a window currently getting slammed by demobats.

“Munson.” 

His last name wakes him to a point where looks at you — really, really looks at you — then drops to his knees to take the shield Dustin Henderson dropped while climbing.

“They’re gonna bust through the windows,” he tells you.

Anguished, distant cries of demobats fills the dead air of the room.

Your stomach drops through the floor.

“Eddie, we have to go.”

Dustin yells from the ceiling, waving his arms wildly. “What are you doing? Let’s go, climb!”

“I can buy time.”

Eddie’s expression twists with the words he can’t say:

I’m not going with you.

“Watch after Henderson for me, alright?”

You swipe to grab his arm. “Eddie—!”

Too late.

He turns before it’s too late, bolting with a spear and shield towards the now-opened front door of the trailer.

Dustin screams from overhead — Eddie! Eddie! — and you’re left with a decision you already made the second you drove to Hawkins.

“Dustin!” you shout over the sound of the bats. His eyes are glossy, expression pained and frightened. “Stay there. We need someone to watch the rope. I’ll grab Eddie!”

“Get him back!” he calls back, voice hoarse and crackled.

“I will,” you tell him, but you’re not sure if he hears you. Your voice doesn’t feel like your own, scratchy and sudden and scared.

Your feet run across the living room and into the night air of the Upside Down before you realize what’s happening.

From a short distance, you see him: shield strapped to his back, Eddie Munson takes off down the dirt road on a bicycle as the swarm of demobats follow.

Shit.

A bike.

Abikeabikeabike— There. 

By Max Mayfield’s house sits a rusted, but doable bike. You sprint across the street to grab it, careful not to lose your backpack as you mount and pedal.

He’s fast. Stupidly fast, and stupidly taunting the bats as they swoop to attack him. You can hear him shouting up ahead, but the words are lost on you as the adrenaline pumps through your body and pushes your legs to move faster.

A demobat dive bombs from the left, knocking Eddie clear off his bike.

He skitters across the dirt, kicking up dust as he rolls, only to howl in pain when a bat latches onto his side.

A second flies down, attacking his shoulder.

No.

“Eddie!”

Pedaling with every ounce of energy in your body, the bicycle skids to a halt and to the ground when you breach the hurricane of bats circling overhead. Eddie’s writhing and screaming, pushing at the bat to get it away.

“Get the hell away from him!”

You open the backpack to rip out a full can of hairspray, fumbling in your pocket for the first of two silver lighters, and flick.

The flame catches its attention, causing one of the demobats to unlatch itself from Eddie’s side to lunge for you. When you press down on the aerosol spray, a billowing flame shoots directly into it.

The bat lights up the forever night in a brilliant, screaming glow of orange.

The creature flails, trying to fight off the fire as it surges into the sky. You swing the makeshift flamethrower to your right, covering the second demobat completely in fire.

It curls into itself with a whimper, dying on impact to the ground only a mere few feet from where you stand, clearing a path directly to Eddie.

Wasting not a single second more, you crawl against the dirt and kneel protectively in front of him with the hairspray can and lighter at the ready. The rest of the swarm seems to understand, and they collectively scream in anguish and back off.

Eddie Munson shifts at your side, moaning in pain before realizing what’s warded off his attackers. He follows the glow of the lighter to settle his attention on you, his pale hand covering his wounded and bleeding side.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Making a saving throw,” you answer, briefly glancing over your shoulder.

“With a—”

“Told you hairspray was a good idea,” you interrupt breathlessly, trying to crack a joke at impending doom.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he croaks, grimacing on the ground. “You were supposed to climb the rope.”

“And you weren’t supposed to be a hero.”

The swarm moves faster in the sky, nearing closer to the ground as a few dip to test the waters.

“How much of that hairspray stuff do you have?”

“Four bottles. Two lighters.”

Eddie growls as he forces himself to a seat, legs tucking under him to stand. You quickly duck your arm under his armpit to keep him from falling. He attempts to stand, but ultimately crumbles back to the ground. You follow, dropping the hairspray.

With the amount of cuts on his face and next, there must have been other bats who had gotten hits on him while biking that you hadn’t witnessed. Except he’s not worried about himself. Not with the way he’s toying with the ends of your hair, swallowing to coat his dry throat.

“You gotta go back for Henderson.”

“No.”

“You promised me—”

“I didn’t say shit, Eddie Munson. You don’t get to say you love me then run out the goddamn door thinking I’m okay with you dying without me,” you bite, looking up at a bat deviating from the circle to dip its claws into the center of the circle.

(You don’t have much time before they all attack.)

“Because I love you, too.”

When you drop your chin, Eddie stares with wide, glossy eyes and parted lips.

Shocked. Somehow, after everything, he’s still shocked.

“Of course I love you,” you murmur, softer this time. “It’s always been you.”

You gently let go of his back to pick up the aerosol can, readying the lighter.

“And I’m not leaving you. Not this time.”

Eddie’s expression shifts and he nods adamantly, catching a second wind despite the odds. He picks up his spear from the ground, coating his palm with dirt, congealed blood, and tiny pebbles. The swarm overhead shrieks in triumph — biding time for an attack.

Back to back you both rise, using each other for support as you take a final stand.

This is it.

This is how you go out.

You draw in a slow, steady inhale, waiting.

Watching.

The first demobat leaves the circle and drops, claws out, to attack. You ignite the air with fire and catch its wing as it curls away. Eddie must have stabbed a bat for himself, because the squelch of metal hitting a body fills the air.

A dozen fall out of formation, flying at full force.

You can’t take so many at once.

But as they fly, they fall.

Dozens grow quiet, silent, and fall together in an unceremonious harmony of whimpers and gasps at your feet. Eddie presses up against your back and you follow, staying impossibly close, as the bats… grow still.

As if they’ve all died at once.

“...what just happened?” Eddie whispers, too afraid to speak.

You wet your chapped lips, shaking your head. “I don’t… I don’t know. Are they dead?”

Eddie takes the literal plunge, poking a nearby demobat with the tip of his spear. It doesn’t move. It doesn’t breathe.

They’re all virtually gone.

The pressure against your back disappears, and a thud drops behind you.

When you turn, Eddie crumbles to the ground, gritting his teeth.

“Eddie?” You drop to your knees, cradling him with terrified urgency. “Hey, Eds — hey. Stay with me.”

He’s breathing, but his eyes flutter closed, hand dropping from his bloody side to the dirt road.

Something bright flashes against your forehead, hitting your eye and forcing you to look up. There are three people running — people, real live people — and you recognize the flopping hair of the person in the middle of the formation immediately.

“Steve!” 

With all your might, you scream his name across the way without a care for what monster might hear.

Robin reflects her flashlight to you, stops, then takes it into a sprint. 

“Man down!” Robin shouts. “Guys, man down!”

“He got attacked!” you shout, only then realizing your face is wet from an overflow of tears. “We have to help him across the portal, he—”

Steve skids like a baseball player to Eddie’s opposite side, yanking his limp arm over his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he reassures, voice calm and collected. “It’s alright, we’ll get him back safe. It’s over.”

“Vecna?” you whimper as you help Steve push to his feet, bringing Eddie to a stand. The man’s head lulls, chin bent to his chest.

“Dead.” Nancy rushes to your side to spot Eddie from behind.

“In flames,” Robin describes with absolution laced in her voice.

It takes the effort of all four of you, but you manage to drag Eddie into the dilapidated Munson trailer. Robin flops to the other side, spotting Eddie’s unconscious descent to the other side with Dustin as you, Nancy, and Steve raise him across the finish line.

He’s safe.

Eddie’s injured, but he’s alive and safe.

Once he’s cleared from the mattress, you climb to the ceiling and return to the warmth of Hawkins.

And when Steve is the last to ascend, falling with a heavy breath of years’ awaited relief, the portal to the Upside Down in Eddie Munson’s trailer closes.

[mklegends-smokescreen]

Mortal Kombat Legends: Smoke Screen chapter 10: Mission Complete

The next day, the Earthrealm warriors get ready to leave for home. The Special Forces and the ninjas all gathered for their final goodbyes, and the kahn and her sister walked forward, thanking the Earthrealm warriors once again.

Kitana: And as for you, Robin, what do you say? Will you stay here, or leave to join these warriors?

the caped crusader gave some thought, but then he looked over at Smoke, who nodded his head as if to say yes, and he finally made his decision.

Robin: actually, I think I might leave, your majesty, 'cause, I've sort of always wanted to see what lies beyond this Realm. I know I have duties here, but I'm leaving that behind me... For now at least, but I will send you messages when I can. I've met a lot of people in my life, but I may have found my real friends right here.

Kitana and Mileena looked at Robin, scoffing, but happy that their close friend made the right choice.

Kitana: Very well, you may go with them, but do send us messages once a week.

Robin: I'll try, your highness. Thank you. Now, shall we go, everyone? I can't wait to get to Earthrealm, see all the things I've missed out on.

Hanzo Hasashi used his amulet to open the portal to the Special Forces Headquarters.

Smoke: (to Robin) You made the right choice, Robin. Trust me. You'll love it.

The caped crusader smiled, and nodded his head. As they all walked through the portal, the image cuts to the inside of the S.F. HQ, where Sonya and Johnny waited for them.

Johnny: Yo, Cass, good job! We were worried, but we had faith. Nice job. And uh... Who's the new guy?

Kabal: (reffering to Robin) He's just a friend.

Sonya: Tremor.

Tremor: General.

Sonya: Can someone explain why this Black Dragon scumbag is here?

Robin: Hey, Rocky Road's a good guy now. Don't worry, I got some dirt on him that I can share. I got a feeling you're gonna like this.

Sonya: I'll be the judge of that. You guys need a ride home, or are you good?

Sub Zero: It is alright, we can make it back safely.

Cassie: Oh come on! At least stay for the party!

The other ninjas and Tremor looked at eachother and shrugged. Smoke was the only one to say yes. As the image fades out, we see Kano in the cell with a note book and a pencil, drawing something, as he is very good at it. He looks over to see his cell is right next to Hsu Hao's (hey, remember that guy? I do).

Kano: What did I do to deserve this.

Hsu Hao: You know, I can hear you.

Kano: I hope you can hear me.

The image fades away into the Outside of the HQ, close to midnight, with fireworks flying through the air and music playing in the background. Johnny and Sonya are dancing together, while Cassie is introducing Robin and Tremor to her team, the Kombat Kids. Kabal and Stryker are cracking jokes, and the other ninjas are drinking. Jax is talking to Kenshi and Sub Zero, and Hanzo Hasashi is watching over everything.

Tremor and Robin, somehow, still feels unwelcome. He makes a rock chair to sit on it alone for a bit. Smoke, ever observant, notices this and walks up to them.

Smoke: What's wrong, Robin? Are you alright? You're not having fun?

Robin: (looks at him) I am, I'm just not used to any of this, is all.

Tremor: And I just... I guess I don't feel welcome. I'm sorry, its just, I'm not the easiest person to talk to. I was never taught how to be friendly, and its kinda hard for me. Sorry. Maybe its a good idea if I leave.

Robin: Nonsense. Everyone needs a little help every now and then. If ya want, we could teach you how to fit in. Ya know, if you'd like. (Looks at Smoke) Would you?

Tomas: (looks at Robin and nods) Of course. But first, let's enjoy the party. Tomorrow we can get started. Sound good, Tremor?

Tremor: Yeah, yeah, sounds good.

Robin: (to Tremor) can I trust you with something, big fella?

Tremor: Yes.

Smoke: Great. I'll be over at the food section if you need me.

Robin: (leans in to whisper) you wanna know a secret? I'm not so sure about these people, myself. I'm not one for crowds. You wanna know why I came along? Its because I was hoping I could find a place I can belong. A family, since mine is lost to me. So, I'm gonna tell you this: I can understand how you're feeling. And we all need a friend or two.

Tremor: (in disbelief) Really?

Robin: Yeah, really. Trust me. I got plenty of dirt on these guys.

Tremor: Well, we have plenty of time to get to know eachother, and we can start tomorrow.

Robin: Agreed. (sticks out his hand) Partners?

Tremor: Sure. Why not? (shakes his hand)

And the image fades to next morning.

The next morning, everyone says their final goodbyes. Kabal gives everyone a quick high five, Robin and Tremor join the Special Forces and Smoke and Sub Zero head home to the Lin Kuei Temple.

Robin: (narrating) Well, that's basically it. The ninja dudes head back home, and Tremor and I go on a few duo missions, but occasionally with the Kombat Kids. After that, they give me the offer of a lifetime: a spot in their team. And, I don't know, they made it clear they really want me on their squad. So, I took it, and now, I'm a member of the Kombat Kids. We've been a team for three months, and they're a great team to be on. I've met many interesting people, and made some good friends. Tremor also got a fresh start, as the Special Forces erased any and all of his records of being in the Black Dragon, and now he's a S.F. Super solider. He and I sometimes take road trips to revisit our Lin Kuei buddies. I don't know what's gonna happen next, but one thing is certain: whatever the future brings, I'll be ready for it. I've lived a long life, and there's no better way to end it, than fighting alongside my best friends.

The End

[jungle-angel]

Soft Springtime Prompts (All Prompts Are Open)

Ah spring fever, my favorite!!!!! A time of year when everything begins to open and come back after a long winter. Currently taking requests for Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu) Salem's Lot, Press Play, Lessons In Chemistry and Yellowstone.

Baby animals

"I think the bunnies have been working harder than usual"

Getting the garden ready

The kids playing in the dirt

Taking care of their s.o who's got spring allergies

Tending to the flowers or trees that someone in the family had planted

Switching the winter quilts for the spring ones

Farmer's markets

Opening up the greenhouses

"Your mother's starting her spring cleaning again"

Spring picnic

Spring baking

Mother's Day

Father's Day

Birds in the garden and the birdfeeder

Their s.o bringing home an old stone birdbath for the garden

Looking for eggs in a nest

Reading a classic novel beneath an old tree that their family members planted

The house becoming the baby animal nursery

Spring journal full of their s.o's writing and illustrations

Finally being able to go outside and enjoy their morning coffee

Culling dead trees and brush

Tending to the honeybee hives

An unexpected party

Making handmade lace for their daughters/nieces

Making flower chains and wreaths

Playing music in the garden

Herbal teas to help with allergies

Watercolor paintings

A shortcut to wild berries/mushrooms

Making homemade pottery with their s.o

The Mothers'/Fathers' Day gifts their kids made in school

Making floral print dresses for themselves and their little girls

Experiments in the greenhouse

Fresh bread

Spring dinner outside on the back porch

A wedding in spring

Running barefoot through the garden

Reading a story to their babies in the garden

Easter egg hunt

Wheel of the year

Here be faeries/fae

Decorating their baby's straw hat/ sleeping basket with flowers

"Keep your mitts off that blackberry pie mister!"

Being visited by the wild animals who know you and your s.o

"I'm pretty sure they're either an elf or a hobbit"

Visiting the tulip gardens

Spring barn dance

Picking a bouquet of wildflowers for their s.o while they're at work

Spring festivals at their child's school

[cha0ticspacebi]

The King of the Hellfire Club: Chapter 1

Your dad promised this was the last move until after you graduate. You see Eddie Munson outside Nancy's house shortly after your arrival in Hawkins. Everyone tells you to stay away but you're sure there's more to him than he lets on. Now it's the day before spring break and you just have to work up the nerve to actually talk to him before you lose your chance.

Tags: 18+ MDNI, falling in love, full of cheesy cliche high school romance tropes, dungeon master Eddie, dom Eddie, rockstar Eddie hurt/comfort, getting together, fluff/smut

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College. It was on everyone’s mind as senior year neared its end. Well maybe not everyone. Maybe not all your classmates were panicking to the same degree you were. Nancy already got her acceptance letter and yours was still MIA. Your parents and friends kept reassuring you that it would arrive any day but any day wasn’t soon enough. 

It was the day before spring break and it started off like any other day since you moved here. 

Hawkins, Indiana. Unlike any other city in the county you’ve lived in. Your father’s job had you moving around quite frequently but he promised this was the last move at least until you graduated.  You’re surprised you still ended up here after hearing about the bizarre disappearances and a suspicious mall fire last year. But after LA you figured it would be nice to spend your senior year in a small town away from the outside world. Why the government built a high security research facility in the middle of small town America? Who knows. Your dad said it was a newer facility and he was needed to help them get started.

“Mom, I'm leaving!” You called out as you grabbed your bag, “If I get any mail can you call the school so they can tell me?”

She yelled from the other room, a hint of laughter sneaking through, “Sweetheart you know a watched pot never boils! I’ll see you after school.”

You finished putting your shoes on and headed out, “Hey there baby,” your prized red Chevy drop top glistened in the morning sun rise. Robin’s advice from yesterday rang in your ears as you turned on the radio, Girl you need to chill out! Smoke some weed or something but you're tied way too tight, enjoy life ! Maybe she’s right, You thought to yourself, I know I did my best on those entrance exams and not to brag but my marks in class have never been a problem. Maybe the mail is just backed up. No reason to stress. The song from your speakers caught your attention. You turned it up. The sun was rising. It was a warm morning here in the midwest. You rolled the top down and for the first time in a while you felt relaxed as you pulled into the dirt parking lot of Hawkins High School.

Tonight I wanna give it all to you

In the darkness there's so much I want to do

And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet

'Cause girl, I was made for you

And, girl, you were made for me

Spring break anticipation was palpable as you turned your car off and followed the crowd into the gym for this morning’s pep rally. The basketball team was headed to their championship game tonight. Even though sports weren’t really your thing Nancy would be there reporting for the school paper and Robin will be there playing in the band. Maybe…  

“He’s not here,” Nancy teased as she sat down, watching you obviously scanning the crowd for a certain metalhead, “He’s never been one for school functions.” 

“I wasn’t looking for anyone!” You defend yourself, “I was thinking about the mechanics of these bleachers and how they are designed to hold this much weight.”

She laughed, “Oh that’s a new one. When are you going to admit that you have a crush? You’ve been eyeing him since the first day you moved here! Senior year is almost over and even if he doesn’t graduate, again, you will and you’ll lose your chance!”

“I don’t have a crush! I just… wish people weren’t so judgemental of him.”

“He must have friends though right, I mean Mike’s in that hellfire club of his.”

“I’m sure he has friends but come on Nance, could you concentrate on Mrs. Click’s history lectures with all the whispers? When half the school thinks you're a satanist and the other half thinks you're just drug dealing trailer trash? If everyone made a spectacle when I showed up to class I’d skip too.”

She shrugged, “If you're so concerned about his well being why is it you’ve never actually talked to him?” The band started playing and cut your conversation short.

After the school fight song concluded, the basketball team came in and their captain, Jason Carver, gave a moving speech on how winning a highschool basketball game could be just the thing that the town needed to move on after all the tragedy that had befell this quiet community shortly before your arrival. The cheerleaders did a dance number and before you knew it; it was time for lunch. 

You’d been thinking about what Nancy said all morning. Maybe it was her push to take action, or maybe it was Robin’s smoke some weed sentiment, or maybe it was the infectious, flirtatious nature of the impending spring break holiday, whatever it was that brought you to your current position here you were. Standing on the edge of the lunchroom, gripping your school issued lunch so tight the tray threatened to crack, watching the infamous Eddie Munson saunter across the top of a table, taunting the jocks, the science club, and anyone basically that would be considered “fitting the societal norm”. He hopped down just in time to block the path of 2 cheerleaders. Your heartbeat quickened as you watched his gentlemanly display of allowing them to pass unbothered. He must be done, you thought as you watched him retake his seat at the head of the hellfire lunch table. And I must be out of my mind . You walked towards them.

“Come on Eddie!” Dustin yelled, “Can’t we just reschedule? Lucus says the team needs him.”

Eddie’s eyes were dark as he lowered his head, “Re….scheulde? You want to reschedule the jaw dropping finale of the Cult of Vecna? ”

“It’s just until tomorrow!” Mike spoke up, “Like no big deal right?”

His eyes shifted and head tilted in surprise, “No. Big. Deal? If it’s no big deal. Get out there and find a replacement! If Sinclair would rather throw balls into laundry baskets then we will simply replace him.”

No one responded to him. 

“Hi Eddie,” It was painfully obvious how nervous you were. You could feel all the eyes at the table on you, you definitely interrupted something.

Thankfully Mike broke the silence, “Oh hey,” he addressed the table, “Guys this is my sister Nancy’s friend - ” he was cut off.

Eddie turned to face you, bright brown eyes smiling up at you from his seat, “Wheeler’s friend huh? Well to what do we lowly peasants owe the pleasure of your presence?” 

His voice went right to your chest. This was the first time you actually worked up the nerve to talk to him and all you wanted was to hear him speak again. You cleared your throat and bit your lip, forcing the words out “Eddie? I was wondering if I could ask you…”

“I’ll stop you there princess, I know the nature of your quest and what it is you seek. Meet me out on the edge of the forest. There’s an old picnic table. After school. Now if you’ll excuse me, miss, I have some treacherous wretches to deal with.”

“Treacherous? Come on Eddie!” Dustin threw his arms up, “If it means that much to you we can just play your sick, twisted, sadistic campaign without him? I mean we will probably die without the extra person but hey that could be a good story too right? Maybe the bad guys win this one and then after break we return with all new characters to avenge our fallen heroes!” The whole table laughed! Even you couldn’t stop a snicker from escaping. 

“I gotta admit Henderson,” Eddie shook his head, “You’ll make one hell of a dungeon master. Maybe even worthy enough to de-throne me one day.” He took a napkin from the table and folded it into a crooked circle shape before placing it on the crown of his head, “But for now, what the king says goes! And I say, find me a replacement!” 

You realized you have been awkwardly eavesdropping on their conversation. You turn to walk away as a hand reaches outstretched, “Oh fair maiden,” Eddie falls to one knee dramatically, “Will you come to this king’s aid in his time of need? The fate of the world may depend on you!”

Your eyes widened, fingers still death gripping the plastic tray in your hands. Before you could answer, Eddie and his table of minions were all laughing again. Eddie rose to his feet and smiled at you, his voice lowered as he leaned in, “Hey sorry for putting you on the spot like that but,” The charm practically dripped off his tongue, “My invitation was genuine. I know spending your evening with a bunch of dungeons and dragons dorks might not sound all that fun but I promise to make it worth your while.”

Your face flushed, “Well I don’t know anything about it or how to play but it sounds intriguing. Can I think about it and give you an answer after school?”

Eddie grinned, pleased, “Of course fair maiden,” he bowed, “I’ll await your decision in the forest.”

You nodded and spun on your heel as you headed towards the library to eat your lunch. Despite all the conversations and voices clouding your perception, you thought you heard something. 

“Wow I'm shocked she didn’t say yes, ” Gareth mocked sarcastically.

Eddie’s eyes locked on you, watching you disappear in the crowd, grin widening, “She didn’t say no either.”