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Everything About You - Luke Castellan

Summary: You've been Luke Castellan's closest friend ever since he arrived at camp, but unbeknownst to you, he's been desperately crushing on you this whole time. And of course, the feelings are reciprocated. In hopes of getting over you, he agrees to give it a go with someone else. Will he realise how you feel before its too late?

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Ares!Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: uh sorry for shitting on that demeter girl sm, there needed to be some conflict somewhere

also please forgive me for this fic being crazy self-indulgent and therefore not up to par with my usual writing, i needed to express the obsession i have w this man otherwise I'd go INSANE

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You thought you knew everything about Luke Castellan. 

After 5 years of being best friends, how could you not? You knew about the big things in his life, his damaged mother, the strained relationship with his father. You understood his anger towards the gods, the way it fuelled him to be better, work harder. 

You knew about the little things too. He liked green olives, not black ones. He always stuck his leg out from under the duvet when sleeping. He sucked at tightening his armour, always convincing you to do it for him.

You could recognise each and every one of his tells. He always cracked his knuckles before sparring. He scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous. 

But the one thing you didn’t know about him was the way he felt about you. You, who was normally so observant, was entirely oblivious to the gentle touches and soft looks he threw your way. And that, more than anything, was driving him crazy. 

“You gotta tell her how you feel man.” Chris said to him, noticing the way his gaze would constantly stray to the Ares table. Your table.

Luke scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’d rather die…” 

“Yeah, well it’s driving me nuts. All this pining. It’s-”

“Pathetic? Tell me about it.” He responded, not taking his eyes off you. 

“Well, yeah. It’s pathetic. At this point, either confess your undying love, or move on.”

Luke could safely say that neither of those options sounded particularly appealing. 

“There’s that new girl, y’know the one in Demeter?” Chris continued.

“What about her?”

“She’s pretty cute, don’t you think?” 

Luke tore his gaze away from you to look at the girl Chris was on about. She was pretty, sure, with pale blond hair and flushed cheeks. He recognised her as one of the girls that would always sit in the fields and entertain the kids with her flower magic. But still, she couldn’t hold a candle to you. 

“Yeah, she’s fine I guess.” Luke responded, noncommittal.

“See, told you so! Look, how about I set you guys up-”

“No thanks.” 

“Ugh, you're no fun. Fine, just talk to the Demeter girl at the campfire tomorrow.” 

Luke opened his mouth again to refuse, but Chris cut him off. 

“And if you do, I’ll stop bugging you about it. Promise.” 

Luke looked at his pleading face, and knew that there would be no shutting him up until he agreed. 

“Fine. I’ll talk to her.” 

*

The next morning, Luke woke up earlier than normal, so he figured he might as well get some extra training in before capture the flag in the afternoon. 

He climbed out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb his many, sleeping, half-siblings, and grabbed his sword, stepping out of the cabin into the fresh morning air. He jogged down towards the amphitheatre, and was confused for a moment when he could hear movement inside the small arena. 

Then, as he walked closer to the entrance, he realised it was you, slashing dummies left right and centre. And, gods, the sight took his breath away. 

The early morning sun shone on your face, highlighting your sharp features. You moved like a dancer, and the sword in your hand was merely an extension of your body. Yes, they called him the best swordsman in the last 300 years, but his technique couldn’t compare to the grace of the favourite daughter of Ares. 

He watched you for a few more minutes, standing just in the entrance to the amphitheatre, until he realised it might be a little creepy to stand there and watch you, so he decided to make himself known. 

“What are you doing up so early?” He called out, striding forwards towards you. 

You quickly spun around, a shocked expression on your face that softened into a fond smile when you realised it was just Luke who had snuck up on you. 

“Oh, y’know, just preparing to beat your ass later on.”

“Aw, really? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.” 

“Wanna test that, soldier?” You smirked, gesturing to the sword in this hand.

Luke laughed, stabbing the sword into the sandy floor and cracking his knuckles, meanwhile you took up an offensive stance. 

And, as soon as he picked up his sword, you were on him, ruthlessly slashing through the air, and he barely had enough time to block the blow before you sliced through his face. He returned your strikes with equal vigour, moving with the precision and technique that he was so famous for. 

With the way the pair of you fought, anyone would think you hated one another, trading blow for violent blow, both of you refusing to hold back. 

Of course, it was the complete opposite, but that had never stopped the pair of you from sparring so aggressively. 

The session went on for close to half an hour, neither of you wanting to surrender to the other. Eventually you were bested, as Luke sent your sword flying from your hand, holding his own up to your throat. 

You held your hands up in defeat, rolling your eyes at him, before moving to sit down at the edge of the arena. 

“I’m still gonna win in capture the flag today.” You remarked, your voice strained from physical exercise, but jovial nonetheless. 

“As talented as you are,” He responded, sitting down next to you, “You're not gonna be able to beat Annie’s new strategy.” 

“And what might that be?” You said, shuffling closer to the boy. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased. 

You pretended to sulk at that, turning your body away from him in the process. Luke frowned, pulling your arm to turn you to face him again. 

“Don’t be sad. Even if I told you you still wouldn’t win.” 

“Whatever. Asshole.” You mumbled. 

“What did you call me?” He asked, accusatory, and you quickly made your escape, running out of the amphitheatre to avoid his wrath. 

But, of course, he managed to catch up with you easily, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked. 

Somehow, you both telepathically communicated a need for breakfast, and your feet naturally led you both to the pavilion. 

“I’ll see you later on, yeah?” You asked, detaching yourself from him to look him in the eyes. 

“Mhm. Can’t wait to kick your ass.”

You laughed, cocking your head at him, “Why are you thinking about my ass Castellan? Bit weird.” 

And then you were striding away towards Clarisse, leaving the Hermes cabin counsellor frozen, a faint blush covering his face. 

Maybe Chris was right. His addiction to you was getting slightly out of hand. 

*

“That boy is so obsessed with you.” Clarisse muttered, her voice derisive as you sat down opposite her. 

“Who? Luke?”

“Who else?” 

“Nah, no way.” You responded, chuckling as you grabbed a slice of toast from the centre of the table. 

Clarisse rolled her eyes. How oblivious could you be?

“Whatever. As long as your little romance doesn’t get in the way this afternoon.” 

“No chance. Besides, there is no romance. Gods, you’re just as bad as Silena!” You laughed, slightly sheepishly. 

“Rude. But still, she’s right about these things like 90% of the time.”

Silena had been trying to get you to admit that you liked Luke for months, but each time she brought it up you would staunchly deny it. Of course, you were lying through your teeth, but it’s not like you could just admit something like that. It would open up a whole can of worms that you didn’t need. 

“Yeah, well this is the 10% then.” You shrugged, taking another bite of your toast.

“You’re impossible.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know I’m your favourite sibling.” 

“You were my favourite. I don’t know anymore.” 

“Bitch.”  

*

When Ares and Hermes were on opposing teams, suddenly capture the flag became even more serious. 

Ares, of course, was the warrior cabin. Their father was the god of war, making them the most feared in combat. And, most of Camp half-blood was scared shitless of you and Clarisse.

Then there was Hermes, and their automatic alliance with Athena. That meant they had Luke, the camp's star swordsman, and Annabeth and her siblings, who always came up with the best strategies. 

It was safe to say that when they weren’t competing against each other, it was painfully boring. 

You only had about half an hour before the game started, so after you had secured your armour and recovered your sword from the amphitheatre, you decided to seek out Annabeth, both because you enjoyed her company, and because she may spill something about her new strategy. 

“Hey, Annabeth!” You called out, and the young girl spun around to give you a little smile. 

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to see how things are going over here, y’know, scope out the competition.”

“I’m not gonna tell you our strategy.” She deadpanned. 

“Damnit. Oh well. What’ve you been up to, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

It was true, you hadn’t spoken to Annabeth for a few days, nor had you even seen her.

“She’s been too busy stalking the new kid.” Luke’s voice interjected and he stepped out of seemingly nowhere to pat the girl's head. 

“Shut up! No I haven’t.” She sulked, pushing him off of her. 

“Wait, which new kid is this? Percy?” You asked. 

You’d seen Luke show the boy around camp. You’d been briefly introduced, but you hadn’t spoken to him all that much. The only other thing you knew about him was that Clarisse had a bit of an issue with him. Well, she had an issue with a lot of people, so that wasn’t exactly new. 

“Yep. Can you believe it? My little sister has a crush!” Luke exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest. 

Annabeth then gave him a small shove, before something clearly occurred to her, and she gave him that look that meant she had something on him. And whatever the blackmail was, it worked as he immediately held his hands up in surrender. 

“Sorry, sorry! You could never like a boy, I know that!”

Annabeth didn’t respond, simply glaring at him whilst you laughed. Sometimes, she really was intimidating. Despite being only 12 years old, she had a stare harsher than medusa. 

“Anyway. You need to get going, otherwise you're definitely gonna lose.” Luke said, pushing you away by your breastplate. 

“Fine.” You said, and were about to walk away when you noticed his own armour, as usual, wasn't done up properly. 

You walked back towards him, sighing, and grabbed the straps on either side of his body, pulling them taut, doing the same for the guards on his forearms. 

“You seriously need to learn how to do these yourself, soldier. One day, I might not be here to do them for you.”

“That’s not true. You’ll always be with me.” He whispered, more hopeful than certain about his statement.

You just rolled your eyes, grabbing his helmet out of his hands to push it on his head. 

“There. Can’t have someone hurting your pretty face, can we?”

“Uh-”

“Bye, have fun losing!” You laughed, and then you were walking away, once again leaving a malfunctioning Luke in your wake. 

“And you say I have a crush.” Annabeth snorted. 

“Shut up.” 

*

Pretty much as soon as you made it back to your team, the conch sounded, and Clarisse shouted at you to ‘get your ass over here’. 

She then quickly outlined her plan to you as you both made your way deeper into the woods, the rest of your team splitting off at different points as you went. 

You two, as well as a few others, were to be on the offensive, searching for the flag, meanwhile the rest of your team were either guarding the flag, or serving as distractions. It was a pretty typical strategy, but it had every chance of working, as long as you two were able to work out roughly where the other team's flag was. 

“Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t be at Zeus’ fist this time, that’s where Annabeth put it last time, and apparently she has a new strategy.” 

“She could be lying to you?”

“Yeah, I guess. But it’s a place to start.” Clarisse reluctantly agreed, and the two of you moved further into the woods. 

Along the way you came across a few of the blue team on border patrol, and the pair of you quickly disarmed them, you with your sword, and Clarisse with her electric staff. 

You made your way down to the south edge of the woods, and it appeared that the number of blue troops were decreasing. Normally you would take that as meaning the flag wasn’t this way, but knowing Annabeth that could be some kind of purposeful bluff, so you kept going, until eventually you reached a dead end and had to choose a different direction. 

“Ugh, the others better be closer than us I swear. I’m not losing again.” Your sibling said, batting aside a tree branch with her crackling staff. 

“Yeah. I’m sick of having to listen to Castellan gloat.” You sighed, although the noise was more fond than anything else. 

Clarisse rolled her eyes at your inability to keep him out of a conversation. 

Then, there was a sudden noise of people crashing through the trees. You both raised your weapons, ready to defend yourselves, when you realised that they wore red helmets and were in fact, your siblings. 

“Oi, Clarisse, we heard some of them talking that they’ve got the flag down at the creek! And that brat Jackson’s guarding it!”

You noticed the way Clarisse’s eyes filled with anger (and a little bloodlust). 

“You keep going,” She said, “I’ll check it out with them.” She then patted you on the back and spun around, sprinting off into the woods. 

“DUMBASS! IT’S PROBABLY A TRAP!” You yelled, cupping your free hand to your mouth, but either she didn’t hear you, or she didn’t care, because she gave no response. 

You sighed, unable to believe how gullible your sister could be sometimes. But, you had nothing better to do than keep searching for the flag, so you kept walking, slashing through the undergrowth with your sword as you went.  

Eventually you felt like you had covered the entire forest, and at a certain point you weren’t entirely sure if you were still in enemy territory or not. 

That was until Luke Castellan burst into the clearing holding your flag. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked. 

“Asshole.” You snapped, immediately leaping at him, sword in hand, just as you had during sparring that morning. God he loved your temper. 

You then began to battle one another with even more zeal than earlier, your slashes quicker and your blows harder as you moved. It was strange the way you two sparred, it was like as soon as you were in combat you forgot that he was your closest friend and that you would die for him in a heartbeat. Instead all you could think about was winning. 

He was so annoyingly graceful as he moved, each swish of his sword perfectly calculated to hit at a certain spot, each block and parry almost perfectly executed. 

Of course, your anger at his flawless technique was only further intensified when you realised that one: he didn’t have a shield, and two: he was holding his sword in his non-dominant hand, with the flag in his dominant one. 

You ground your teeth at that. How could you expect to ever beat him if he held his own so easily? Whenever you watched Luke Castellan fight, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was a son of Hermes, and not a son of Athena or Ares.

And, as always, he defeated you eventually. 

He threw a blow at you that you couldn’t quite block, and the force of it sent you toppling backwards, and landing on your ass. He quickly lunged down too, pinning you to the floor and holding his sword to your throat, so close that it almost broke skin. 

“Do you surrender?” He asked, grinning smugly down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how close his face was to yours. 

“Never.” You spat, furrowing your eyebrows at him. 

He sighed fondly, before moving upwards to press a quick kiss to your forehead and saying, “You’re so cute, y’know that?” 

Now it was your turn to be left malfunctioning, your face bright red with astonishment as he leapt off of you, and ran away into the forest, leaving you behind, on the floor, and completely and utterly frozen. 

And then you came back to your senses, pushing yourself off the floor and chasing after him. 

“LUKE CASTELLAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You screamed, sprinting through the woods as fast as you could, but you knew there was nothing you could do to catch up, and you could faintly hear him laughing as those stupid long legs carried him over into friendly territory. 

*

It appeared that a lot had happened during that game of capture the flag. 

Luke had gotten your flag, and was about to go over and taunt Clarisse about it, but he immediately saw that she was even angrier than usual, and seemed genuinely upset. 

He quickly went over to ask Annabeth what was going on, watching as you ran over to console her. 

“Percy broke her staff.” She said, pointing to the shattered piece of wood in Clarisse’s right hand. 

Luke winced. He knew how precious the girl was about that staff; it was the only token she had from her father. He was surprised Percy was even still breathing right now. 

“Wait, where is Percy?” Luke asked.

“With Chiron. He got claimed.”

“What? By who-?”

“Posiedon.”

The boy’s jaw dropped. 

“You’re joking. No fucking way.”

“Tell me about it. He could be the one, Luke.” The younger girl said, her voice quiet and hopeful. 

“Hm. He could be. Don’t get your hopes up too high though, yeah?” 

Annabeth sighed, but nodded nonetheless. 

Luke then gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, before beginning to walk away, intending to get a shower in before dinner, but Annabeth quickly stopped him in his tracks. 

“Where are you going? It’s dinner, silly!” 

“What, no it’s not-” 

“Yes, it is. Campfire tonight, remember? Early dinner? C’mon, you’ve only been here for what, five years?” 

Luke groaned, and suddenly all the adrenaline from Percy being claimed, and from winning capture the flag melted away, as he remembered the deal he had made with Chris the night before. 

He traipsed behind the daughter of Athena on the way to the dining pavilion, suddenly dreading the rest of the evening. 

As the pair entered the building, a cheer went up from the Hermes and Athena table, a few of their respective siblings rushing over to give them pats on the back and congratulations for their efforts. 

Luke laughed along with them, eventually being dragged away from his sister to his own table. 

Then dinner began, and it was as loud and raucous as usual, maybe even more so coming off the back of a capture the flag victory. But Luke was unusually quiet, pushing his food around his plate and taking the odd sullen bite. He could feel Chris’ eyes on him, probably pissed off he was sulking again, but he didn’t really care. 

He could also feel another gaze on him, and he looked up, expecting it to be you, giving him a feeble glare or mouthing some stupid insult. But instead it was the girl from the Demeter table, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and smiling sweetly at him. 

The boy felt slightly disappointed, but masked it with a grin of his own, winking at the girl before returning to his food. 

He felt that strange sinking feeling in his stomach as he continued to eat, but decided to push it away. What choice did he have? It’s not like you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, so maybe Chris was right and he should give someone else a chance. Besides, how bad could it be?

*

As it turned out, it could be really bad. 

Ok, maybe that was an overstatement. Really boring was probably more accurate. 

As soon as they got to the campfire, Chris disappeared, but not before practically shoving Luke down beside the girl from Demeter, who let out a high-pitched giggle as he fell into her slightly. 

And gods he wished he hadn’t agreed to his friends stupid plan. Because he then had to spend the rest of the evening being obnoxiously flirted with. And sure, she was nice, and quite pretty, but not in the way that mattered. 

She didn’t take his breath away like you did. He couldn’t imagine searching for her face in a crowd. The whole thing was just dull. 

And her laughter was grating. Really grating. There was no way she thought he was that funny, especially when he was giving mostly one word responses. 

They had nothing in common. She liked lounging about in fields, playing games and making flower crowns, whereas Luke couldn’t think of anything worse. He’d much rather spend an afternoon sparring, or at archery, or even swimming in the lake. 

All the things you liked to do. 

He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about you, not whilst another girl was clamouring for his attention. It was cruel. But he couldn’t help himself. 

And eventually he gave in, switching off from the conversation and settling for observing you through the flames. 

Your hair was down right now, like it only ever was at dinners and in the early morning. You lounged back comfortably on the benches, smiling lazily and joking around with Clarisse and Silena. Your face was lit up by the flickering flames, complimenting you so well, like they just wanted to be near you, close to you. He couldn’t blame them. 

And then your eyes met his across the fire, and he thought his heart was about to combust with the way you smiled at him. He recognised that smile. It was the one you reserved just for him. 

At that moment he steeled his resolve to reject this Demeter girl, grab on to you and never let go. 

But as he was about to do just that, he felt a slender hand wrap around his bicep, and he turned to the blonde girl next to him. And without any warning, she reached up and kissed him, snaking her arms up and around his neck. 

He pulled away after a second, shock written all over his face. He quickly whipped around, looking to see if you saw that, praying that you hadn’t. 

But you had. And you seemed just as shocked as he was, except there was something else in your eyes. Hurt.

Why were you hurt?

*

As you walked away from the campfire, you couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question. Why were you so hurt?

You had known for years that your pathetic crush on Luke would never amount to anything. He was just way out of your league. Perfect in every way. 

He was so smart, and kind, and funny, and well-liked, and you just couldn’t compete with that. You were rough, and mean, and cruel, and angry. Why would he love someone like you? 

 Of course, you hadn’t seen the daughter of Demeter coming. But maybe you should’ve. She was everything Luke should want in a girl, gentle, sweet, feminine. Someone fit to be a girlfriend. 

And let's face it. You were much more skilled in matters of the sword than matters of the heart. 

You had always known this day would come. Eventually you’d have to let go of your best friend and come to terms with the fact that you weren’t the most important person in his life anymore (besides Annabeth). 

So why were you so devastated?

You reasoned that it had to be the shock. Yes, it was surprising, that’s why you were reacting like this, running away from the campfire like a child, foolishly hoping that he would come running after him, when of course he wouldn’t. He’d stay with his new girlfriend. 

“Hey!” 

You whipped around, shocked to see the very boy you were just pining after running up to you. 

“What?” You asked, snapping at him slightly, and immediately regretting it as he took on the look of a kicked puppy. 

“Why’d you run away from the campfire?” 

“Just needed some air.” 

“You sure? I mean you look kinda-”

“I’m fine! Just fine! Now you can go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone!” You burst out, waving your hands around manically. 

He looked shocked by your sudden shouting, probably because you had only genuinely been angry with him about three times in your whole friendship. 

“Sorry. Just give me a minute, ok?” You said, your voice shuddering slightly. God it was pathetic, getting so worked up over a boy? You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You then turned around and began to walk away, but didn’t get far before a hand grabbed yours pulling you back. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said firmly.

“What?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even really know her name.” 

He then apparently realised how that sounded, because he quickly amended his statement. 

“Not like that. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t like her like that. She just kinda grabbed me.” 

You stammered slightly, trying to regain composure. Right now you looked like a jealous loser, and while that is what you were, you didn’t want him to see you like that. 

“Ok cool. I don’t care, y’know. Kiss whoever you want, man, not my problem!” You laughed although it was painfully strained. 

“Again, not what I’m trying to say.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. Nervous. 

“So what are you-”

“I’m trying to say I’m in love with you!” He rushed out, holding you by the shoulders and staring directly into your eyes to try and get his point across. 

“What?” You whispered, once again not able to believe your ears.

“I said I’m in love with you,” He repeated, slower this time, his voice more even, “I’ve been in love with you for so long, you have no idea. I was only talking to that girl ‘cause I thought I’d never have a chance with you. But then I realised that I don’t want some other girl. I only want you.” 

You took in a sharp intake of breath, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity. 

“You’re being serious?” You asked.

“Deadly serious.” He responded immediately, smiling sheepishly. 

You paused for a minute, before whispering, “I love you too.”

Only then did he finally make his move, holding you gently by the face and bending down to kiss you. 

And it was like a piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place. It was painfully cliche, and it felt like you were in some dumb rom com, but kissing him really was like fireworks going off all over your body. 

He clearly felt the same way, holding you by the back of the head and pulling you in further, closer, like he didn’t want to be apart from him ever again. 

Eventually you both pulled away for air, and he looked at you with a smile of pure joy, until the shock of the whole situation hit him. 

“Wait, so you really mean it?”

“I mean, I did just let you kiss me, didn’t I?”

“Good point. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised.”

“Fair enough. I mean, I had no idea you felt the same way.” You laughed, all the previous tension ebbing from your body. 

“What, really?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised. 

“Yes, really! How was I supposed to know? Besides, I didn’t think I was really your type.” 

At that his eyes practically bulged out of his head in shock, more so than any other time that night.

“Not my type? You’re entirely my type! Not like it matters anyway when you're the most perfect girl I’ve ever met in my life.” 

You frowned, “Now you're just lying to me, Luke.” 

“No I’m not. You're everything I’ve ever wanted. The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He said firmly.

You looked at him, still slightly doubtful, but he was determined to fix that. 

So he kissed you again, and suddenly all your doubts were swept away in his strong embrace as he kissed you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do. 

“Believe me now?”

“Yeah. And, I guess you’re pretty great too.” 

He looked at you teasingly, daring you to elaborate, and for once you decided to stroke his ego. 

“Fine. You're the most handsome, funny, charming man I’ve ever met in my life.” 

That clearly satisfied him, because a wide grin wriggled its way across his face that you couldn’t help but mirror, because you both knew you meant every word.

“So does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” 

“Yes. I’d give you a hundred chances.” 

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Happy Thursday! I hope your week has been going well so far :) I stumbled upon your writing recently and have become such a fan! Could I possibly request something with Eddie where he’s been frustrated by his crush lately because every dress and skirt she wears is driving him up a wall and it’s started to affect the Hellfire boys? Someone makes a comment that gives Dustin the idea to find him a girlfriend to mellow him out and he decides on the reader who he finds out shares some common interests without knowing she’s the source of the frustration and is now around Eddie even more which drives him crazy and some kind of fluffy, dramatic, happy ending? I’m so sorry if that makes no sense!

Happy... Sunday by now! I had a good week, how about you? Thank you so, so much for your kind words you wonderful person 🥺 It fills my heart with so much joy to read this! And this request is so, so good, and it fit so well with my idea for McFly's Obviously, because I'd been wanting to write for that song for weeks. This was the perfect opportunity. Now, I have to say, that I did not plan on making it so... sexual with a bit of pervy Eddie, but it kinda just happened? So... I hope this still works for you 💚

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 5728 Warning/Tags: bit of angst, fluff, kinda friends to lovers, asshole ex boyfriend (who wanted to talk y/n into having sex with him), slightly perv!Eddie, mentions of masturbation, sexual fantasies (let me know if I missed anything)

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You had a boyfriend. A twenty-three year old named Thomas, who was in the Marines. A mean-looking, buff guy, who could probably kill Eddie with just one hand if he set his mind to it. Eddie had to remind himself, told himself that every day, because lately, you’d been driving him completely nuts.

It had started out as a light crush when he’d gotten to know you once the year had started. The way you’d talked to him without flinching away like some people did, when he’d introduced himself to you. You’d quickly let him know that you didn’t care about any rumours, that you’d rather get to know someone yourself, instead of relying on what other people said. He’d admired that mind set straight away. No wonder, he’d been glad when you’d been paired up for a project, and it had been the first project that he’d really poured his heart into - to impress you.

Only to find out at the end of this project, when he’d finally worked up the courage to ask you out, that you had a boyfriend. Fucking great. He should have known, because you were too perfect, completely out of his league. But when he’d seen your boyfriend… he hadn’t talked to you in two weeks. When you’d finally asked him about it, he’d told you that your boyfriend was kind of intimidating, telling you the truth. But you’d just laughed it off, had told him that he was silly, because Thomas wasn’t as mean as he looked. Still, Eddie tried to stay away from you whenever he was around.

He’d tried to steer away from you most of the time, but that didn’t help with his heart, because it still skipped a beat whenever he saw you. And lately, it’s become even worse. Because winter was over and spring was rather warm, so you started wearing skirts and dresses and Eddie… God, it was torture. Seeing all that soft skin and not being able to touch you because someone would probably chop his hands off - and his dick - made him nearly go insane. It would be easier for him, if he could just write you off, get you out of his mind, but he couldn’t. Because no other girl had caught his interest since you.

But he couldn’t have you. He wasn’t the kind of guy who ruined someone’s relationship, no matter his own feelings. Still, ever since you’d started wearing these dresses that ode up your thighs when you sat down or leaned over the table in the cafeteria to grab something, you’d been occupying his thoughts even more. Especially at night when he wanted to sleep, images of you filled his head and his hands started wandering. It was embarrassing, how often he’d jerked off to the thought of you. To the images of you in your tiny skirts, his mind reeling, because he wanted to stick his head beneath that skirt and show you how good he could make you feel…

But he couldn’t have you. And that was even more frustrating, because he couldn’t ask you out and let you break his heart by telling him that you didn’t want to go out with him. That might actually get you out of his head and his heart. But no, you were in a relationship with a guy you saw every couple of weeks, while Eddie was right in front of you and would lay the world at your feet.

“Earth to Eddie!” Dustin’s voice pulled him back to reality and Eddie blinked at the younger one. All eyes were on him, because he’d zoned out during their campaign again. The same had happened last week, so he’d told them what had been going on in his head. Not in detail, and he hadn’t told them who this was about, but they knew. Knew that he had a crush on this girl who was in a relationship, and he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He’d promised to focus the next time. That had worked out well.

“You thinking about her again?” Mike asked, looking him over. Eddie’s cheek turned red, because he’d rather keep that from the boys, but it was affecting their game. He either zoned out or he got irritated way too quickly.

“I’m sorry guys, it’s just…”

“She’s got a boyfriend and you can’t ask her out, we know.” Gareth sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “You just need to get laid. Get her out of your system. Or at least go on a date and focus your attention on someone else.”

“Yeah, right…” Eddie scoffed. Like he hadn’t thought about that himself, but he couldn’t even think of asking someone else out, because it wouldn’t be fair. Because he would still keep thinking about you, compare her to you. A one night stand might be an option, but Eddie really didn’t feel like it, and that was something he’d never had before.

“There’s nothing to be done about this now, because even without a boyfriend, she’s out of my league… so, gentlemen, let’s get back to our game.”

Eddie managed to focus his attention on the rest of the game until they separated for the evening. Once in his trailer, the thoughts were back, the images of you as you smiled at him and gave him a little wave whenever you saw him.

The others watched him leave, then turned towards each other.

“We really need to do something. He’s not himself like this.” Jeff shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I know,” Lucas agreed, “He’s taking his frustration out on us and we’re not really progressing with the campaign like this.”

“Band practice is shit as well. He doesn’t play like he usually does, and curses himself all the time. No concentration whatsoever, and it’s more painful than it is fun to play with him at the moment.” Gareth sighed. It had really started to affect every aspect, so he knew how much of a goner Eddie was. They really had to do something about this.

“I might have an idea.” Dustin thought for a moment, before he looked back at the others again. “As long as you’re okay with letting a girl join the campaign.”

“What? Who are you talking about?” It was Mike who asked the question that was burning on everyone’s tongue.

“I told you about my neighbour? Y/N?”

“Yeah, the one who used to babysit you.” Lucas tilted his head to the side, wondering where this was going.

“Right. She still helps me with homework and stuff, and she even got into DnD, so I helped her with her character, taught her everything she needs to know, and she’s been wanting to play for… I don’t know how long.”

“And you think she could play with us. What’s that got to do with the Eddie situation?” Jeff looked at Dustin like he was speaking in riddles.

“We want someone to take Eddie’s mind off this mystery girl. A/N is conveniently a girl, and a pretty one at that. And a huge nerd, but hardly anyone knows. And she just dumped her boyfriend and could use some distraction as well.”

“That does sound promising,” Gareth agreed.

“And she likes Eddie. I mean, she doesn’t care about the rumours and whatnot, and she even asked me about him from time to time.”

“Alright. But we can’t tell Eddie about this. We just have to bring her to the next meeting.” Gareth was right, and Dustin knew that. He’d take care of that.

—

Sunday after their little chat, you were spending the afternoon with Dustin. His Mum was out of town, and you really liked spending time with him. He always had a way to make you laugh, and you could really use the distraction. You weren’t heartbroken, you wouldn’t say that, but after a year in a relationship, it was still strange to be all by yourself again now. Granted, Thomas had been away most of the time, but you’d talked on the phone. But lately… the age difference between you two had started to show, and there was something else. One thing that had pushed you to pull the plug on this relationship. When Thomas had pushed you one night to have sex with him, because he’d wanted it. But you… you’d been feeling sick for a couple of days, so you hadn’t been in the mood.

“If you were a good girlfriend, you’d let me fuck you!”

At first you’d thought that you hadn’t heard him correctly, but he’d repeated his words. That was the moment you’d thrown him out of your house and had called him the next day to dump him. The words that had left his mouth after that had only confirmed to you that it had been the right decision. After a few days of reflecting on it, you saw a few things differently that had happened in your relationship. Things that you’d thought had been normal, but now appeared in a different light. He’d always pushed you around a little, but you’d just been so in awe, over the moon that he’d been interested in you that you’d fallen into a relationship too quickly. You’d seen everything through rose-coloured glasses until that night. And now, you were happy that you’d gotten rid of him. And you started to be more yourself again, wore what you liked, and yes, you purposefully dressed up a little to feel good about yourself. 

“What would you say to a game of DnD?” Dustin asked out of the blue while you were preparing lasagna for dinner. You did that quite often, cooked together, or baked a cake. You were teaching Dustin stuff like that, because he was interested in it, and you had fun doing it.

“I’d like to test my knowledge one day. After all, you’ve been a pretty good teacher.” You smiled to yourself, because it had been great to listen to Dustin when he got so excited about something he loved. That had been the main reason why you’d gotten interested in the game in the first place.

“How about next week?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we could use another player in this campaign, and I already told you about it. The others would love to get to know you! I told them that I taught you how to play.”

“Eddie as well?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him. You’d liked him from the moment he’d introduced himself to you - which should have been the first indicator that your relationship with Thomas hadn’t exactly been the right thing, considering the tingles the simple touch of his hand had sent along your arm and down your spine. Lately, though, whenever you’d met his gaze, he’d had this kind of grim look on his face, before he quickly looked away.

“We haven’t told him yet, because we want to surprise him. Have that moment of surprise on our side, you know?” A lame excuse, but Dustin hoped that you wouldn’t ask any questions about this. “But I know you’ll get along. I mean, you both like the same things.”

Yes, you’d noticed that as well, considering you liked most of the bands that he was wearing on his vest, on the shirts he wore when he wasn’t wearing the Hellfire shirt. You read the same books, which you’d talked about when you’d done that assignment at the beginning of the year, so Dustin was right. You just didn’t know whether it was a good idea to just join them when Eddie had been behaving weird around you lately.

“Alright. But introduce me to the boys first, alright?”

“Hey, I wanted to introduce you to my friends ages ago!”

That much was true, and you already felt like you knew Mike and Lucas from everything Dustin had told you. But it was still different to meet them in person.

—

It was Tuesday, the boys were enjoying their lunch when Dustin spotted you.

“Y/N! Over here!” he called out getting not only your attention, but also Eddie’s, who completely froze in his movements, pretzel still wedged between his lips. He knew he wouldn’t be able to eat it now, because his mouth was going dry.

You’d already made him feel on edge when you’d walked into class this morning, wearing a thin top beneath that bib skirt that hit you just above the knee. His eyes had been glued to your thighs, his mind reeling, because he wanted to crawl beneath that table and push his head between the soft flesh of your thighs. It had been torture to get through the rest of the lesson, but now, he’d thought that he was safe - until you walked up to their table, skirt winging with every step.

Eddie gritted his teeth, eyes glued to the table to try and calm his racing heart. It was on thing to sit in the same classroom with you where you had to concentrate on the teacher - or at least pretend to - but another to sit here at their table with you.

“Hey Dustin!” you said when you stopped next to the table, letting your eyes wander over the rest, giving them a little wave. “Hey Eddie.”

“Hello there,” Eddie managed, looking up and giving you a curt smile.

“This is Y/N, she lives next to me and she’s known me… pretty much all my life.”

“Yeah, I know all his little secrets,” you said with a laugh, while Dustin and Gareth both made some room for you so you could sit down. “He’s been talking about you guys a lot, so it’s nice to finally meet you.” Apart from Eddie, because you already knew him. Feeling his gaze on you made your heart beat even faster.

While you talked to the others, Eddie couldn’t really follow. You were sitting here with them, looking like a goddamn goddess and he was supposed to stay calm? So, he kept his eyes down, only glanced at you now and then, felt his heart squeeze every time that he caught you smiling, wishing that this smile was aimed at him instead of something one of the guys had said. God, he was getting jealous of his friends, who weren’t interested in you like that. Pathetic.

He was glad when the bell rang and he’d made it through this torture, when you got up from the table again to leave. But you looked at him once more.

“You coming, Eddie? We’ve got English together now.” Your innocent smile made him swallow hard. Yeah, right, he was coming, but not to class. He had to get out of here and get you out of his system.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve got some other business to attend to. I’ll see you tomorrow.” It wasn’t the first time that he skipped class, it was a normal occurrence actually, but this time, it wasn’t because he just didn’t want to spend his time in a room with people who couldn’t stand him, but because he was painfully hard in his jeans and had to get going.

—

The next Hellfire Club meeting rolled around and you were a little nervous. Dustin had reassured you that it would be great, and so had Jeff, because they were actually excited to play with you. That only left Eddie, who didn’t know yet what was gonna happen. They told you to wait outside the door until they called you.

“There you are. I thought you were gonna stand me, now that we’re approaching the end of this campaign!” Eddie was lounging on his throne, legs thrown over one of the armrests, as if he was trying to get comfortable there.

“We’d never do that!” Mike said immediately, approaching the table.

“Everyone here?” Eddie looked at each one of them, before he tilted his head to the side. “Where's Sinclair?”

“Yeah about that…” Mike started, rubbing the back of his neck. Lucas had been really busy with basketball, so that was a good excuse to give Eddie.

“He has this basketball thing, so he can’t make it.” Dustin provided, and it wasn’t even a lie. They had training and games all the time, so it had been hard for Lucas to juggle both, but he’d always tried. Today, though, it was just convenient to get you into that campaign.

“What?”

“Yes, but we brought a substitute.”

“And you didn’t tell me that before? Does your substitute even know how to play?” This was off to a great start, and Eddie nearly wanted to scream. They’d been working towards their final session, and he’d poured his heart into everything only to be stood up by Lucas now.

“She does. I’ve been teaching her for some time now, and we always talked about the meetings, what happened here, so she’s in the loop.” Dustin was rather proud of that, and proud of you.

“She?” That caught Eddie’s attention even more, because hardly any girl was interested in DnD. “I can hardly say no, can I? You won’t make it alone. So bring her in you sneaky bastards.” They should have told him before tonight, but since he didn’t want to postpone - that had never happened and it wouldn’t start now - he’d just accept whatever player they brought in.

“Come on in,” Dusting called to you, and you took another deep breath before you walked through the door and towards the table.

“Y/N?!” Eddie pretty much squeaked as he tried to sit up, nearly falling from the chair in the process. His heart squeezed at the sight of you, hips swaying while you walked towards him. Were those leather pants that you were wearing? The Dio Shirt you were wearing caught his attention, especially with all the alterations you’d made, the low neckline that accentuated your cleavage. You were probably the last person he’d expected to see here.

“Hey Eddie… I hope it’s alright that I chip in for Lucas?” Insecurity shone in your eyes as you started chewing on your bottom lip - a telltale sign of how nervous you actually were. Eddie felt bad for a moment because of his reaction, so he quickly put on a smile and gestured towards the seats.

“Yes… sure… I mean… they can use the help I guess.” Nervous laughter escaped his lips as he smoothed a hand over his hair, sat upright in his throne. He wanted to put your mind at ease, while he knew that it wasn’t a good idea that you were here. Especially not when you were looking like this. Still, he’d never throw you out, could never bring himself to do that. Not when his heart was beating a mile a minute with you here, and he felt all warm and fuzzy.

And you surprised him. Dustin had really taught you well, and you proved valuable to the company. Eddie managed to keep his focus on what was going on - maybe because his thoughts didn’t need to drift off to you, because you were right here. But he also caught himself glancing at you more and more. At the way you whispered to the others, at the smile that made your whole face light up. Your laughter made him feel all warm and happy inside, and made him smile in turn. It was great that you were enjoying yourself, he was just happy that the others were around, since that put some distance between the two of you.

When you leaned over the table to retrieve your dice, though, he hoped that you’d taken the seat right next to him instead of across the table. Because when you did that, he could see right down your shirt at the black lace bra that covered breasts, and he couldn’t help the groan that came over his lips.

“You okay, Eddie?” Dustin asked, and Eddie was glad the room was dimly lit, so that hopefully nobody was able to see the blush that was staining his cheeks a dark pink.

“Yeah, but if you keep going into all kinds of rooms, we’ll either sit here until it’s three in the morning, or we’ll need another day.” That was a good excuse and one that nobody questioned, because they tended to explore everything sometimes and Eddie had to think of something, because you caught him off guard.

You ended up stopping the game at ten, because it was getting too late for the younger ones.

“Next week… Then we’ll see whether you’re able to win, or if you all die a painful death!” Eddie’s dramatic voice echoed through the room making you chuckle. He always had a thing for theatrics, and you loved it, because that was just so Eddie.

“Thank you for letting me join, I really had a blast!” you said to Eddie, once it was just the two of you and Dustin. “And I could really use the distraction.”

“You did really well!” Eddie slowly looked up at you, a smile on his lips. “Why did you need distraction?” Curiosity got the better of him, because he really wanted to know. And he especially wanted to know why you were spending your time here, when it was actually a weekend when Thomas was home - if he remembered correctly.

“You ready to leave?” Dustin interrupted before you were able to answer.

“Yes… sure!” You reached for your bag and dug out your car keys.

“Will you join us next week again?” Eddie drew your attention back to him, as he rocked back on his heels. While seeing you around made him go all kinds of crazy, because he wanted nothing more than to pull you against his chest and kiss the air from your lungs, he also enjoyed your company in something like this, something that he loved, and you apparently enjoyed as well. “You’re part of this campaign now. Wouldn’t be fair to leave them to fight alone now.”

“I’ll be there, Munson,” you said with a laugh before you left with Dustin for the evening, leaving Eddie looking after you, eyes fixed on your butt that looked way too good in these leather pants.

—

The next week, you end up sitting with the guys every day, and Eddie is awfully quiet. You noticed that, because he was usually so talkative, but with you around, he seemed to become quieter. Of course, you hoped that it had nothing to do with you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling. It was never quiet at the table, though, because there was constant chatter about this and that, and also about Friday night when you would beat Eddie.

“Right, y/n?” Dustin said, pulling you back from your thoughts.

“Of course!” A bright smile appeared on your lips. You hadn’t thought that you’d have so much fun playing DnD with them, but you did, and you really found yourself looking forward to this evening.

After school Eddie waited for you at your car, surprising you with his appearance while he hadn’t said a word to you during lunch break.

“Is… everything alright?” You asked him, stopping right in front of him.

“Yeah… yeah,” he hesitated for a moment, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, before he held his hand out to you. “That’s for you.”

Curiously, you took what he was holding out to you and unfolded it. It was a Hellfire Club shirt.

“Are you serious?” Your voice was quiet, almost down to a whisper as your fingers traced over the writing on the shirt.

“Since you’re gonna fight along with the others, I thought you deserved your own shirt.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, an uncertain smile on his lips, but when you hugged him close, he let out a sigh of relief. “You like it?”

“I love it!” You squeezed him even tighter, your breasts pressed against his chest, and Eddie tried to compose himself, though he would try his best to remember this feeling until he was alone again. His hands landed on your waist, holding your in place, while you weren’t letting go of him. “This is so sweet, thank you!” You pulled back slightly, to press your lips to his cheek before you stepped away from him.

“You.. You’re welcome!” That kiss had taken him completely off-guard.He pulled a strand of hair in front of his face to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck to his cheeks. “And… um… Thomas won’t mind that you’re spending your time with some teenagers on a Friday night?”

You stopped in your movements, kept the door of your car open, while you turned back around to Eddie. Yeah you’d told him about your boyfriend when you’d gotten to know each other better, because it had slipped out, but you didn’t think that he’d remember. You’d wanted to answer his question last Friday, had wanted to tell him about this, but Dustin had interrupted.

“That’s none of his business anymore,” you said, leaning against your car, a small smile on your lips. “Dumped him, so that was why I could use the distraction last Friday.”

“Oh…” Eddie’s face fell, but was quickly replaced with a smile of his own. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help it, because that meant that this scary Marine guy wasn’t a part of your life anymore, and that he might someday have a chance with you. At least now, he could try. “I’m sorry… Are you okay? Did he do something?” Not that Eddie would be able to take him in a fist fight, but he knew ways to make this guy’s life hell.

“Yeah, I am. Friday really helped me, and even before that I knew that I was better off without him.” You shrugged your shoulders. Seeing him so concerned about you made your heart skip a beat. “He was… kind of demanding. Called me a shitty girlfriend for not wanting to fuck him while I was sick in bed, just because he was horny.”

“Excuse me?!” It was half because of what you had told him about your ex boyfriend, half because of the fact that you were talking about your sexlife with him at all.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like sex as much as the next person, but now when I’ve thrown up half the day and every bone hurts.”

“Yeah… understandable. What a dick!” God, Eddie wanted to shake him and punch some sense into that guy. “He should take care of you in a situation like that, and not think that he could get it. Unbelievable.”

“Thank you!” Finally someone who understood you, but then you realised just what you’d told him and you felt your neck start to burn from the embarrassment. “Sorry, that’s too much information.”

“No, don’t worry!” It was actually good that he knew. Knew about your ex-boyfriend, about the way he’d treated you, and knew that you liked sex as much as the next person. He’d really like to find out what exactly you meant with that.

“Anyway…” You heaved a sigh but smiled at him once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And thank you again for this.” You held up the shirt, but you didn’t only mean that, you meant the whole conversation, because it had been good to say these things out loud.

“See you tomorrow.” Eddie gave you a little wave before he turned around and headed straight home. Oh, you had no idea how much you’d fueled his fantasies, and it was probably better this way.

—

Not even half an hour in, and everyone was yelling during the campaign. You were wearing your own Hellfire Club shirt for this occasion, because you were now one of them. They’d accepted you, especially because they’d realised how much… calmer Eddie seemed to be in your presence. Dustin was glad that his plan had worked, considering how Eddie looked at you, and you looked at him. There was serious chemistry, they’d watched that during your lunch breaks all week, so they’d come up with a plan. It had cost them quite some money, but it had been worth it to hopefully see both of you happy.

You had even more fun than last week, enjoyed your time with the boys, and especially with Eddie, who you found looking at you with a gentle smile on his lips every now and then. It had taken you until half past nine to finish the campaign, but you won, and none of you had died. That definitely called for a celebration, and you promised to meet up at the Hideout the next day, because Corroded Coffin were playing there. You’d have all evening to celebrate instead of just half an hour or an hour today, especially because Mike and Dustin were off to meet up with Lucas.

“Oh yeah, before I forget…” Gareth walked up to you and Eddie, since you were the only ones left now. He handed you an envelope with a grin. “So you can go on your first date together instead of just staring at each other when the other one’s not looking.”

Before any of you could react, Gareth turned around and left. Eddie was too stunned to speak, cheeks turning red immediately, while you stared down at the envelope, curious to know what was in there. When you pulled two Dio tickets out of it, you gasped.

“No fucking way!” you breathed, let your fingertips graze over the lettering. You’d tried everything to get your hands on tickets, but you hadn’t been able, and here these guys had somehow gotten two tickets for you and Eddie. By now, he’d been able to compose himself and was now leaning over your shoulder.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie mumbled close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you realised how close he was, his chest touching your shoulder. Slowly, you turned around to face him, holding up the tickets.

“So… what do you say, Munson? Is it a date?” The way the corner of your lips turned up made him nearly sigh.

“Do you really need to ask?” Eddie couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. He pushed his hair back from his face, the tension easing out of his shoulders because of the way you were looking at him. “I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date ever since we met!”

Your whole face crumbled. He had what now? He’d never breathed a word about this, and you’d never suspected it, completely oblivious to everything.

“When I nearly had the courage, you told me that you had a boyfriend.”

“Right.” Thomas… yeah, back then you’d still been happy, but that way you’d felt around Eddie had still confused you, because it hadn’t been right, not while you’d been in a relationship.

“So I kept quiet… but God, you’ve been occupying my mind all this time.” Eddie shook his head, because he didn’t actually want to confess all this to you, but the words just kept pouring out. “And ever since you started wearing all these short skirts and dresses… I don’t think there was a moment when I didn’t think of you. These were driving me completely insane!”

You had the audacity to chuckle.

“It’s not funny, y/n!” But Eddie still smiled, baring his soul here to you, because now that he’d started, there was no stopping.

“So you noticed that.”

“Of fucking course I noticed! Everyone with eyes in their heads probably noticed! I felt like a perv looking at you, but I couldn’t look away either, and the images you put in my head… You were the reason for me skipping school now and then!” He didn’t have to say out loud what he meant with that, because you could imagine it. And you couldn’t deny the fact that it turned you on, knowing that you’d had that effect on him, because he’d occupied your thoughts and dreams as well.

“I started dressing like this after I broke up with Thomas. It made me feel good about myself, and I needed that. To feel… desired I guess.”

“Oh, honey, believe me… it worked.” Eddie chuckled, but that died down when he felt your hand reaching for his. Your fingers interlaced with his made him feel like his whole skin was tingling.

“So…” You slowly raised your head to look up at him, pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, before you released it again. “About that date…”

“Yes! What kind of question is that even?” Eddie chuckled, feeling like the happiest man in the world right now. It had taken you months to get here, and he hadn’t even been the one to ask you out, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that you would be going on a date. He’d definitely have to thank the club for this.

“Just thought I’d make sure.” Your laughter died down, when Eddie squeezed your hand, raised his free hand to pinch your chin to make you look up at him, before his lips came down on yours. He wasn’t ready to wait until that concert to kiss you. He needed that now, needed to make sure that this was really happening, needed to taste you.

When you felt his tongue prod against your lips, you opened up to him, moaning into the kiss as you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. Eddie pulled you close, his tongue exploring your mouth, giving as much as he was receiving from you.

When you pulled away, you were both breathless, still holding onto each other, lips mere inches away. Eddie smiled against your lips, raising one hand to cup your cheek.

“I think we owe these little dipshits thanks. Thank them for pulling you in as a substitute and for the tickets.”

“Mhm… You got a point.” You mumbled, leaning your forehead against his, fingertips dancing over the back of his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “But that can wait until tomorrow, right?”

“Right…” Eddie whispered before he kissed you again. Now, that he had you, he wouldn’t let you go that quickly.

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a list of my comfort shows:

fleabag - phoebe waller bridge, i want to be you when i grow up. The writing, the acting, the comedic beats, need I say more. I could analyse this show for forever and still wouldn't get bored. The juxtaposition of fleabag and her deflection through comedy with her grief is so poignant, it always makes me feel all the Feelings™️

normal people - genuinely the most perfect book to tv show adaptation i have ever seen. usually, the book or the show is better but in this case, the book and the show add to their respective counterparts, its crazy. also, the acting by daisy edgar jones and paul mescall is so well done. I have watched normal people so many times that i literally watch the show on shuffle. my thought process: "hmm today feels like an episode 8 type of day"

leverage - everyone go watch that show rn, its so fucking good, every single season slaps. are you aware of how rare that is?? and the fact that this show aired on television while actively criticising every major organisation is insane. i genuinely believe that if i hadn't already been radicalised, just from looking at the world around me, this show would have pushed me over the edge. i love my criminal found family. the depth and nuance to all their relationships but also how campy and fun the show is makes for such a fun watching experience. i have such a good time every time i watch because, let’s be real, who doesn’t love a good heist.

teen wolf - but especially season 3. the downside of making season three such Good television is that it ruins the rest of the series. nothing else after or before season three of teen wolf can live up to the standard set by season three. also, dylan o'brien in season three? man really brought out the big guns, and I love that for him

skam - literally any version, i have watched each remake so many times. this show drives me nuts, when i fall into a skam phase, i fall deep. it happens like once every two years, and for like 2 months straight, i don't watch anything but skam. i don't know why i like skam so much, it just makes me feel so comforted.

veronica mars - does kristen bell age? I mean, she looks the same in veronica mars and the good place. anyways, veronica mars. it is everything riverdale wished it could be. it's one of the only shows i've seen that, while catering to a teenage and young adult audience, doesn't talk down to their audience. and i love that while there's the overarching narrative, it's also a procedural so every episode is different. means that you can just pick and episode and watch it. it also means that some episodes let the teenage characters actually be teenagers (ahem, unlike every other teen drama show)

anne with an e - anne with an e just makes me want to enjoy my life. especially the mundane, quiet, small moments that i otherwise don't think about. anne shirley cuthbert is such a vivid character, i almost always watch a couple episodes of awae when i'm sick. probably because i first watched it when i was sick. the show, while not all happy go lucky, makes me feel like i’m getting the media equivalent of a warm hug.

arrow - but only season 1, 2 and 3. sometimes i just want to watch something that really doesn't require you to pay attention. maybe i’ve just finished exams and my mental bandwidth is like, -1, in which case i only have the energy for something like arrow. there’s nothing more to it than what’s being told to you on screen and sometimes that’s all you need (or all you can handle)

shameless - i don't know why this dysfunctional family brings me such comfort but it does. i just love watching the family dynamic. clearly. looking over this list, i am realising that found family is exactly what i look for in everything i watch. watching the effects that every character has on each other is so interesting but the shows also just so funny? i mean come on, there’s no other show that does recaps as well as shameless does. also, the best enemies to lovers arc ever executed on screen? ian gallagher and mickey milkovich, hands down. for a show that’s so coarse, they gave these two such a heart warming arc.

the OA - i am so jealous of britt marling's mind. she's a genius. the tone of the OA is so different to anything else i have watched, it’s so refreshing. the only show that i feel maybe has a similar tone is mr robot, but while mr robot has you constantly on edge and wary of everything that’s happening on screen, the OA is calming. the chinese box narrative structure is done so organically and so kindly (?? it’s the only word i can think of that fits) you can’t help but feel for the characters, no matter how much of an asshole the character is. in fact, this show might have actually changed my mind on a whole lot of things regarding how we treat others. again, the found family aspect is present, front and centre. then there's the romance between OA and Homer. it is so pure. I can't even articulate my feelings about this show, it's so mind bendingly good

#fleabag #normal people #leverage #teen wolf #skam #veronica mars #anne with an e #awae #the OA #arrow #shameless #comfort shows #if anyone comes across this #feel free to add your own comfort shows

[galos-writing]

Hi hi! I've been searching for someone to write this for me because I'm a terrible writer but I want to read it and I saw on your request post that you will write for Wade Wilson so basically I was wondering if you could write something angst with maybe a good ending (you decide) reader can have any gender.

So the basic plot- Soulmate Au. Wade is married to his Wife Vanessa they aren't soulmates and Wade doesn't care for the whole soulmate thing and he wholeheartedly loves his wife. But one day somehow he meets his soulmate (reader) they are obsessed with the idea of meeting their soulmate so they approach him very excitedly and Wade rejects them effectively breaking their heart. And months pass by and they eventually see wade again Reader has tried dating other people but can never connect well. Maybe they're drinking in a bar and Wade is all so there maybe awhile after Vanessa's death. The rest is all you.

'helloooo im so sooooo sorry if i took so long to write this, i lost all my work and had to do a lot to write it all again! i hope you like it, sorry again ^^'

Words: 3352

TWs: mentions of suicide, revenge porn, bad language, drinking, mockery of illness

Wade had been trapped in that cave he used to call "home" for way too long: his domestic routine had become his major torture, his eyes kept landing on every spot of the apartment he just was sleeping at and bringing his hookups to at some occasion. And his mind kept displaying in loop every bit of memory with his beloved Vanessa it could recover. Deadpool was a temporary pause from that sorrow, temporary yet necessary, his flirty comments and cocky behaviors appeared less vibrant at the eyes of the X-Men too. Negasonic Teenage Warhead knew what was going on in his life, she didn't have the heart to act a bully as her usual. That collective sense of compassion towards Wade was driving him nuts, he hated being pitied, he always had hated it. A loss wasn't going to change the relationship he had with everyone... or was it?

He still wanted to sexually harass Colossus; he still desired to play princesses with Yukio; he still craved to hang out with Weasel and fall asleep with him somewhere, shitfaced; he wanted Blind Al to hug him once again. He wanted things to go back to before he met Vanessa, so he couldn't fall in love with her, share joys and sorrows with her. So his heart couldn't shrink in pain for her death. He could never forget her laughter, how beautifully she developed since she stopped being an escort. He could never forget the look of sadness in her eyes when they found out he had cancer, but how she decided to stay by his side ad support him with no hesitation. They had a special chemistry, something Yukio kept calling "the power of soulmates". Wade always scoffed at that memory, Yukio's excited smile while pronouncing those words, a mix of amusement and annoyance invaded him. He didn't believe in such bullshit, the soulmates thing; he might believe in unicorns, but not that.

However, sometimes, whilst remembering his deceased wife for the nth time, the anti-hero stopped himself thinking "why don't I believe in soulmates?".  He thought of himself. He thought of Vanessa. He thought of their past alone before meeting and becoming one thing together.

Why didn't he believe in soulmates?

Because his - no, their - nature told them so. They were free spirits, loving each other because their shell decided itself to soften around each other, no superior Force was pushing them in the other's arms because It said so. They were free to leave if things didn't work out, and they were free to stay. Unluckily, or luckily, their strongest trait was their stubbornness; and his stubbornnes was now biting him in the ass, refusing to let her go.

"Leave me alone, I've done what I had to."

"I let you go, it's your turn to do the same."

"We had a deal... you're not respecting it..."

"Of course I moved on, why wouldn't I?!"

Some nights, Vanessa's memories were more violently present in Wade's mind.

"I hate you! Go away!", he would think while crashing his dead wife's picture on the floor, breaking the protective glass with a violent step on it, not caring if he was barefoot.

He would just stare at the rug, the floor and the picture getting more and more stained in red.

Many times he had thought to jump off a bridge, attempting to escape from her or to join her, his intentions were confused. But he knew it would have been useless.

So he started going and sit on the bridge to admire the horizon, and at least distract the sight with something different than his bedroom; his mind was busy inventing little stories about the people he could see from up there, it was fun, kinda.

Until the day he felt someone else's presence on that bridge.

Wade faintly turned his head to see with the corner of his eyes who was sniffling and crying next to him. It was you, wrapped in a dull colored purplish hoodie. You were standing on the edge of the bridge, letting out incoherent stutters as you were looking down in the void under the high construction you and the man were perched. What caught your attention among the chaos that was your mind, was a movement of his hand, patting on a spot right next to him. You hesitantly sat, catching the invite, and sniffled one last time.

"It's not gonna relieve you, believe me", he softly spoke, not afraid that his thin voice was being covered by a far thunder. You pulled your eyes away from the void under your feet, and looked at him, slightly frowning.

"W...what...?", you asked, goofily wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie. He noisily sighed and turned his head to the other side, so you couldn't see him. "You heard me well. What you wanted to do is stupid, you know that", he rudely replied, his head was covered by a hoodie too, it was pink with a plush horn on top, but it had bee obviously badly washed and some spots had been overly bleached: it looked like that hoodie had vitiligo.

You could hear him swallow down after moments of awkward silence, only broken by a start thin rain falling on them.

"S'ry", he quickly let out, playing with his wool gloves fingertips. You slowly nodded to accept his ashamed apology, and looked to the other side. More silence. The rain increased, but you two didn't care much, maybe Wade did a bit, since he tightened the hoodie around his face.

You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes: you had the urge to talk with somebody, and if that man was there the same moment as you were, it could mean something.

"My ex spread my nudes online.", "My wife's dead".

Both of you blurted out at the same time; apparently you weren't the only one who needed to vent. You looked at Wade and let out a coy smile, but he refused to return it, still hiding himself.

"I'm sorry for your loss, sir... when did it happen?", you asked, trying to be available for listening, but his silence was clear enough for you to realize he wasn't available for opening up. Not yet, hopefully.

"She was everything to me... and now she's gone. I don't know if I can ever move on", he murmured, teasing a loosened wool thread poking out of his gloves.

"I am sure you will manage. A loss is always hard to hande, but there are multiple ways to cope-"

"I don't want to cope", he hissed at you, shifting further from you with his hips, and crossing his arms.

His aggressiveness made you pinch your lips together, and pick on your hands skin with your nails, your coping mechanism for strong anxiety.

"For how long you've been together with your ex?", he then asked, his head turned back a bit towards you, but still in a way that you couldn't see his face. His question made your eyes itch and fill in tears, which were mingled with the raindrops rolling down your face.

"Six years... he proposed last week", you revealed, keeping your head down to observe how your hands skin was getting redder and redder for your pinching. "I... I found out tonight he was planning to leave me to the altar to run away with his side piece. Then my dad found the Telegram channel with my pics in it, and disowned me".

"Goddamn! Ya serious?!", he asked, his voice got suddenly loud, startling you a bit. You quickly nodded, sniffling, his eagerness to know more like a gossip girl made the atmosphere less tensed. It heavily contrasted the gloomy environment, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. You told him the whole story, and he seemed more and more interested, despite the fact he was firmly refusing to turn towards you. When you told him the whole story, he scoffed, definitely annoyed and personally involved in your story.

"Ah, what an asshole. He truly took advantage of your good heart. But you should have noticed all the red flags floating around you, pal. I mean, c'mon, revenge porn is vulgar, and old-fashioned!", he snarled, with a confident tone, he seemed like another person. He probably used that way to protect himself from thinking too much, from pain: humor. You couldn't help but envy him. Then, your envy turned into thankfulness, for having met someone to talk to during that tough moment. And then, your thankfulness turned again into something else. You were fimly believing your meeting wasn't that casual; something or someone wanted you both there, two men with a broken heart, it couldn't be a coincidence!

"I guess you're right, Wade... only you can understand me at this moment", you sighed, looking towards his direction. He was still protecting his face with the hood. "I know, kiddo. I know. These are hard times, we gotta stay united when our heart is broken, our way to fight toxic masculinity", he ironically replied, you were starting to adore and admire his sense of humor, so sarcastic. Your cheeks couldn't help but blush, and your eyes shone in determination: you wanted to know who was hiding under that hood!

"Wade?", you softly called, shifting closer to him.

"Mh?", the man said, too distracted by the couple pigeons mating next to him.

"Do you believe in God?", you asked, particularly interested in his answers. You had a little smile on your face, your hands nervously pulling on the laces of your hoodie. Wade was about to turn towards you, but stopped right in the perfect moment to make you catch a glimpse of his face, his skin was oddly..reddish? You could hear him scoff as he adjusted his hood better around his face to hide more.

"Nah, I don't. It's some bullshit someone invented thousands of years ago to justify the fact a fourteen years old girl cheated on their daddy arranged husband and she's expecting a child that's not his", he answered, pretty annoyed.

His answer left you speechless, making you stare at him with wide eyes. The silence made him frown and slightly turn towards you, not enough to watch his face.

"Was it too much?", he asked. His voice made you snap back to reality, and you shook your head. You couldn't help but giggle, and get fidgety. He kind of had a point, you thought.

"I was just wondering... if our encounter was somehow planned up there, in the skies. Maybe some god, or some guardian, some planet decided it's the right time to, you know... heal us by making us meet," you smiled, blushing a bit. Your hand casually went meeting his as you spoke, surprised and relieved he wasn't pulling back. "Pretty corny, though, eh? Yet... it feels so right, and so made on purpose, I don't really think our encounter was casual, today. Think of it, Wade: both of us, on the edge of this bridge, both hurt for a tragedy related to our partners, on the verge of committing suici- OH, MY GOD!!" you yelped, once you finally paid attention  to the fact Wade was finally facing you with his face on full display. Your heart was aching for how you were feeling about that face, but what a disgraceful sight that was: his skin was full of holes and wrinkles, and looked as if he had shoved his head in an air fryer. He looked like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado.

He was looking at you with the eyes of who 100% expected that reaction from you: no offense, no anger. Just extreme annoyance, with an inch of self pity.

"I never said I want to commit suicide. You're the depressed emo, not me", the man retorted, his annoyance was obvious even from his tone, and his hand pulled back as he spoke. Perhaps, he was hoping 'till the last instant you wouldn't have that reaction at the sight of him.

Your face gained back color, turning from pale to a bright shameful red, and pulled your hand back too, like a dog you were putting a leash on to keep it from walking too close to strangers - too close to him.

"Y-yeah, I know! But, you see, you were sitting as the edge and... you seemed pretty defeated too, wrapped up in that shabby hoodie..." , you were saying, but Wade scoffed, his face showed offense.

"Excuse you! My hoodie is not shabby", he protested, wrapping himself tighter in that hoodie, and pouted. That expression widened a bunch of holes on his left cheek; that sight was disturbng, you had to collect all your strength not to gag right there and then.

There was silence again. The rain had stopped, making you realize both you and Wide were soaked.

"Maybe a lil' bit shabby... Anyway, no. Our encounter was not planned by some planet, and no, we're not soulmates, if that's what you were thinking", he blurted out, more annoyed.

"But I was just saying-", you tried to reply, but he got up, raising his hand to stop you from speaking. He inhaled as if he wanted to say something, but his phone started ringing. You were baffled when you heard the ringtone, reminding something of your childhood; maybe it was the Cooking Mama theme, or the Lelli Kelly shoes jingle, you weren't sure.

Wade grabbed his phone and stared at it for some second, letting it ring, before hanging up.

"Gotta go. Take care", he just said, and before you could say anything, he jumped off the bridge.

"WADE!!", you shouted, turning pale again in a matter of instants, but when you rushed to see where he landed, he disappeared. There was a big blood stain, but no trace of him.

You didn't see Wade around for a long time. You were often dreaming of him, like a feverish dream, and whoever you asked about him never heard of him.

You were starting to think he never existed.

Maybe he was just your conscience shouting at you that throwing yourself off a bridge wasn't the right choice, that your asshole ex didn't deserve the satisfaction to see you drown, and the fact your conscience looked like that was the fruit of your pitiful self-esteem? Maybe that's why he was so sure your encounter wasn't wanted by the universe...

You were keeping gaslighting yourself, for days, weeks. Your sister Lily couldn't take it anymore, you were taunting her by keeping repeating her about your encounter; she knew your words by heart like a theatre script, and ended up parroting you every time you told her about Wade for the nth time.

"Listen,", she once interrupted you, tired to hear the same thing again, "you clearly need some other company aside of me and your imaginary man, so tonight we're getting ready and we're going out. Got it?!"

You didn't have the courage to disobey, so you begrudgingly accepted her invitation, and together went to a bar; however, you weren't sure that going out with her was a good idea, the places she usually was in weren't that good, speaking in terms of safety.

The place she took you to was loaded with people, most of them were clearly drunk, and other were flirting or making out in some corner of the building, not too hidden from the crowd. Despite you were absolutely serving in your outfit, and perfectly mingling, if not outstanding most people in there, you felt so uncomfortable in there: that was definitely your sister's lifestyle, not yours, but that didn't deny the fact you were infinitely thankful to her for at least trying to cheer you up and distract you from your struggles.

Lily parked you at the counter, and paid you a couple drinks. You chose a Quattro Bianchi, not the best cocktail in terms of taste, but excellent to get quickly drunk.

As soon as the bartender served you the drink, you snatched the glass from his hands, and chugged the whitish liquid. The fact you drank quickly was starting to make you feel dizzy almost immediately, so you couldn't hold a loud groan and an expression of pure discomfort for the bad taste of the cocktail. The bartender looked at you with pity and annoyance, he knew that if you kept drinking like that you would have puked all over his counter, that he should have cleaned, but he wondered what happened to you to make you drink like that.

Soon an odd figure joined you and the other drunkards at the counter: he was dressed with a bright red suit, two black circles around his white eyes and two... katanas?! behind his back.

You looked at the second Quattro Bianchi you ordered, and gently pushed it away. It was giving you hallucinations.

But soon, some words slipped out of your lips without you to notice.

"Hello again, Wade", you muttered, immediately catching his attention. You couldn't see his expression under the red leather mask, but you could tell he was surprised. Meanwhile, you changed your mind about that whitish drinking, and you grabbed it again, starting avidly drinking it.

'Wade' slowed you down by holding the glass with his hand. "You have horrible taste 'bout drinks. That one you picked, it sucks", he commented, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"It's my second", you precised, feeling your face heating up for the drunkness. He scoffed and replied with a whispered "I can tell".

"Nice of you to appear again in my life... I, uh... I was afraid I was losing my mind. I was getting convinced you didn't exist... but here you are...! Coming back to me like nothing happened... how much it passed? Years?!" you exclaimed, raising your voice, but not noticing it. "Just a month", he replied, observing the fun show you were giving with you exaggerate hand gesture and stuttering.

"Just a month?! Damn... time flies when you're having fun...", you mumbled, obviously sarcastic. Wade scoffed again and snatched the drink off your hand to drink it. He lifted his mask to do so, so you were sure it was him, seeing his porous red skin scrunching around that glass.

"Will I look like one of Spongebob's relatives too if I drink from that glass now?", you asked, drunkness gave you courage to make fun of his appearance. He didn't seem too pleased by that comment at the beginning.

"I fucking hope so", he grinned, slamming the glass down in front of you, so the drink spilled all over the table. "Drink, if you have the courage. I'm contagious, I promise", he added.

You didn't hesitate to drink the rest of that cocktail.

His mug of beer arrived, and he drank it slowly.

"How did you know it was me?", he asked, his tone was genuinely curious, no irony. you shrugged. "I just felt it, like a sixth sense", you replied, gesturing something that was supposed to be a third eye opening on your forehead.

"Or maybe you guessed?", he giggled, making you blush even more, but you didn't want to give up on your gag. "Oh, no! I'm a psychic, that's the truth!", you insisted, so both of you laughed.

"Maybe it was", Wade then commented, after a brief pause, making you turn to him and raise an eyebrow. "It was... what was what?", you asked, and then ordered another drink.

"That encounter, last month. Maybe it was planned... and I'm starting to think this encounter was planned too. Dunno...", he told you, before taking a big gulp of beer. You chuckled, snorting a bit. "So what? Now we're soulmates?", you ironically asked. He shrugged.

"Maybe...", he murmured, but saw you had heard him. He cleared his voice. "M-maybe you drank too much", he corrected himself. But, who knows, maybe...

"I'll take you home", he said, pulling his mask back down. He thanked the red of his costume, it didn't let the others the blush on his face.

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[anneimaginesundertale]

The Best of All Timelines -- 5 Years On!

Surprise! We're doing a time skip! The story of The Best of All Timelines (with all the skeletons who I write about on this blog) is jumping forward by five years. In this time, some of the skeletons have made big changes in their lives, and some of them are still doing the same thing they were before.

The UT, US, UF, SF, HT, G!bros, and MT bros are sticking around the area and are still available for in-character asks and story stuff. The rest of the skeletons have moved out of the area and are kinda busy. They're still around if we really need them, but they're not there every day. Below the cut are details of where everybody's at.

If a Friend of the Blog was in a relationship with a particular skeleton, they're included in those details. None of those relationships are exclusive. If you want to ask for a romantic (or platonic) relationship with a character, you feel free to ask. I'm not going to say, "No! You can't have Sweets! He has a wife and children!" We just plop you two in a relationship and it's like a little split on the timeline. In one world, he's married to me. In the other world, you're his datemate and he adores you! (Does that make sense?)

Anyways, this is long even before the cut so I shall stop blathering and let you get to the fun part. I hope you enjoy reading about where everyone is now and feel free to send asks to the lads to find out more about how they're doing after this time skip!

These skeletons still live in or around Anne's house. (A couple of the married couples have new houses. We're calling the little neighborhood we're building Skeleton Acres.)

Sans is still working at the planetarium/hands-on museum. He really enjoys his job. He also loves inviting family to come visit him at work.

Papyrus has passed most of the Ambassador duties to Frisk, who is doing a great job with it. Pap has moved on to working for social services, helping orphans find homes. He really loves this job and he's really good at it!

Blue got his teaching license! He's officially a resource teacher at Toriel's school now! Blue and @pureangleda are still married. They now have two kids: Randy Bistroke, who recently turned 5, and Cherry Swash, who is two years old.

Stretch has started a new book series in a new genre! He's left detective fiction behind (for now) and is writing a fun fantasy series based on the Enchanted Forest AU. He took @queen-lethargy with him on his last book tour and they had a lot of fun together.

Red owns his own repair shop now. He's named it I PCed It Together. (Boss hates the name but wants to promote his brother's business, so he always conveniently forgets what the place is called. "It's on Such and Such Street. You can't miss it!") @skulls-and-cypresses often comes into the shop to keep Red company and help him piece things together. The two of them are happily living together and enjoy cuddles and flying together.

Boss is now in a higher position at the big company he works for! No one really remembers what his official title is, but Red calls him the COO--chief organizing officer--because he organizes everything. (Red also pronounces that title like what a pigeon says, which drives Boss nuts!) Boss is still happily married to Trashy. They live in a fantastically Gothic house and plan to fill said house with lots of kids. Currently they have one little girl named Poppy and another baby bones on the way! Poppy is two (there’s a lot of two year olds around) and is a sweet nature loving girl whose favorite phrase is “Lookit!” (usually uttered right before she shows you whatever bug/rock/flower/piece of moss she found).

Black is still a detective on the police force. He recently solved a big case and was offered a promotion (and a big reward and a medal and everything) but he refused. He likes being a detective and moving up in the ranks would keep him from solving some of the cases he's still working on. He took the medal, but insisted that the reward be given to the police dogs' retirement fund.

Rus is very happy working at the animal shelter. He's recently also started working with retired police dogs, helping them find new homes. He and Laurel (@aizawasluckylady) got married a little while back. They live in a lovely cottage in Skeleton Acres with a lot of animals. They are tooth-rottingly sweet together and still very much in love.

Sansy has finally gone back into stand-up comedy! For real this time! He does a combination of videos and live shows, but avoids big live audiences for now. He also recently got a 3d printer and, after a lot of work, created a 3d-printed piece that fits into the hole in his skull. With that in place, he feels more comfortable going without his hat. He's working on more pieces for jokes. His favorite so far is the one that looks like he's got a rubber chicken stuck in his skull.

Sweets has his own private catering business now! He makes cakes and sweet treats and meals for all kinds of fancy parties. He likes the job because it means he can bake from home. That means he can set his own schedule and stay with the kids while I'm off teaching. That's right--we have kids! Our oldest girl is named Someday. She's four and looks a lot like her dad. She wears glasses. She loves helping her dad in the kitchen and playing with her cousin Randy. We also have two year old twins: Grace and Gideon! Grace hates the word "no" and really wants to be able to do everything her big sister does. Gideon is very quiet and shy. He loves to be read to. He brings books to any available adult and looks at them with big pleading eyes until they give in and read the book. We love all our kids so much!

G is still working as a private detective/travel writer. The travel writing is becoming more and more of a cover for the detective work.

- Jess (@isnt-that-something) is still his faithful assistant and the other half of his brain. On a recent trip to Paris, G tried to propose to Jess! Unfortunately, he picked a really bad moment to do it and they've both agreed that he gets a do-over.

-@scarletfry37 and G have a lot of fun traveling together. He often invites them to go along on his work trips (unless they’re going to be really dangerous).

Aster is still happily working at the university. He's built himself a very calm, quiet little life. He recently got a new apartment, which he is determined to fill with books.

Bones still works at the antique shop in Littleton, but he got a sudden 15 minutes of fame when a TV show came to film in the shop. The showrunners found out that he's kind of an expert on items from a certain time period and, after a lot of convincing, they hired him as a special expert for their show. Bones agreed so long as he didn't have to go on live TV again. Instead, he films segments for them (with help) and sometimes writes articles for magazines. He is finally dating Ziz (@aizawasluckylady). It took them a long time to get over the mutual fluster, but now they're very comfortable with each other. He often asks her for help with his TV segments. She might not be an expert, but compared to him, she's a technical wizard.

Lucky has opened his own law firm! He's pleased that he's getting fewer cases defending monsters against humans who were treating them badly. In his spare time, he's trying to teach all his nieces and nephews how to play the piano, with varying levels of success. He and Bones still live with Anne but they're thinking of building themselves a home in Skeleton Acres as the families continue to grow.

These skeletons have moved out of Anne's house and won't be regularly featured here on the blog. They're still around, just kind of busy.

Smiley and Grim moved back to Las Vegas to run their casino there. They brought along a couple of new family members: Bingo, the retired drug-sniffing dog, and Claws, a dainty white kitten who has Bingo wrapped around her little paw. Bingo came from Rus's retired police dog program. The Mafia boys love him and his drug-sniffing abilities come in handy. His name was always Bingo, but Smiley thinks it's really funny that the dog is named for a game. He likes to tell people they've also got dogs named Poker and Slots. Grim keeps Claws with him in his office. He says she's helping him watch the cameras. Smiley has walked in on him villain monologuing to the cat at least twice.

Comet finished his botany degree and got a job working for the new botanical gardens in Ebott City. The gardens are connected (via sky bridge) to the aquarium, which is where Captain still works. Since they're both working in the city, the Outertale boys officially moved there. They are both super happy! Comet is still dating @rainbowut. He loves showing her what he's working on at his new job, and a lot of their dates are at the botanical gardens.

Break and Tango have gone on a world dance tour again! Well, Tango is on a dance tour and Break is there supporting his brother. They also brought Roxanne and Jack (@roxanneandjackrp, @pureangleda) along with them. Tango has proposed to Roxanne multiple times, in quite dramatic fashion, and she recently finally said yes. Jack and Break are dating but taking things slow.

Sunny and Pumpkin are still out on the farm. They've expanded and added to it quite a bit, and they've gotten involved with the local 4H organization to help kids learn to care for animals. They've also got a dedicated vet for the farm (thanks, @pureangleda!) Doctor Patty (also known as Doc and Doctor Pigtails) is a very nice lady who loves all the animals and gets along well with Pumpkin and...seems to be Sunny's favorite teasing target. The two of them are in a kind of "will they/won't they" relationship where everybody else knows they like each other but they won't admit it.

Bubbles and Finn still live near Sweet Sands. Bubbles and Bailey (the owner of the local souvenir shop) finally stopped dancing around things and are officially in a relationship. Finn and Quinn (the marine biologist who was his Best Friend Only for years) are also finally together. Quinn has helped Finn set up an educational tour of the reef for anyone who wants to learn more about it.

Bailey and Quinn are both OCs of mine who are kind of up for grabs, if anybody wants to officially "play" them. Message me and we can discuss.

In addition (available for asks but not a skeleton):

Grillby still runs his bar in Littleton. He's finally gotten together with Jessa (@secretimelady) and they are preparing for her to move in with him. Grillby is enjoying spending time with Jessa to help her pack her things (and to cuddle her cat, who is also moving in). All the skeletons are really happy for Grillby and Jessa!

I think that's everything. I'm sure people will let me know if I've forgotten anything. Feel free to send asks to get more information on any of this. I'm excited to see where this goes!

#master post #the best of all timelines #time skip

[kookaburra1701]

DELPHINE

OH BOY THAT LADY

First Impression: Well, first impression was staggering into the Sleeping Giant to try and ruin some stranger's love life because a lumberjack I just met asked me to. And what do I get? "You're that stranger been pokin' around." WHAT DID I DO Also the way she nags at Orgnar reminded me of every manager I'd ever worked for in food service.

Impression now: Still bossy. But since I'm not completely lore-blind now I see it as hyper-vigilance borne out of 20 years of constant anxiety. It still dives me nuts, and now that I'm writing a fic where her machinations during the main quest are part of a lot of the plot it became clear just how much she yanks the LDBs chain. She sends you hither and yon, and she doesn't even WAIT IN DRAGONBRIDGE or something when she's taken ALL YOUR SHIT INCLUDING QUEST ITEMS. Nope, you have to trot your happy ass allllllll the way back to Riverwood. You can't even complete quests along the way because of the aforementioned taking of all your shit. Basically if she ever had any consideration for anyone else, I think the two plus decades of running from the the Thalmor have completely ground it out of her. She sees everything and every one as a means to an end.

Favorite moment "If my analysis is correct, the dragon buried near Kynesgrove will be the next to come back to life." The analysis:

Idea for a story Delphine and Farengar Secret-Fire's association intrigues me. I assume he either a) knows she's a blade but *doesn't* know she's the Riverwood Innkeeper or b) knows she's the Riverwood Innkeeper and also some sort of information broker but *doesn't* know she's a Blade. I think exploring how they met, what sort of projects they've worked on together before would be really interesting.

Unpopular Opinion As much as she drives me bananas in-game, I actually love her as a character. The utter nonsense she puts Team Dragonborn through in the main quest drives a large part of the second act of The Wives of Shor, and honestly she is so much fun to write.

Favorite relationship Orgnar, hands down. I love how he just gray rocks her bullshit and that it drives. Her. NUTS. I could listen to him play her like a fiddle all day.

Favorite headcanon After the events of the main quest, her obsession with killing dragons and black and white thinking leads her to attempt to scale the Throat of the World to kill Paarthurnax and she dies falling off the mountain. This isn't even really a "favorite" I guess I just can't see her doing anything else without YEARS of therapy and I don't think that's a service Skyhaven Temple offers.

#ask game #character meme #Delphine #skyrim

[ohraicodoll]

Possession | Chapter 1

Chapters:  1/5 Fandom:  The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating:  Mature Relationships:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne, Calliope, Mervyn Pumpkinhead Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Domestic Violence, Jealousy, Trauma Responses Tags: Complicated Relationships, General complicated feelings, Dream is an IDIOT, they both have baggage, Past Relationships, Angst, OFC: Dahlia,1st POV Summary: In which Morpheus has a temper, jealousy is a problem, and past relationships never stay in the past. 3rd in the Fragments Series  | Read on AO3 Writing Masterlist Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5  Previous in Series: Touch Starved Next in Series: Interwoven

CHAPTER 1:  Being Clever Never Got Me Very Far

( General warnings for this chapter: sexual content, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse)

Balancing the waking world and the Dreaming remained a challenge and one that Lord Morpheus wasn’t making any easier. Despite his admonishments about the negative impacts of Dream Walking on my everyday life, he had effectively shoved that under the rug now that he had me to himself every night. It was hard to focus on keeping up mundane things like a job and bills and friendships when at night you could travel anywhere and see anything plus had an immortal being driving you nuts in the best possible way. The vibrant colors of the waking world, revitalized by meeting Dream, had started to gray again and I was having to force myself to keep to normal sleeping hours and not waste the day away. The laundry was piling up, dishes needed to be done, and I needed to do something with myself. As much as I wished he would, I rarely saw Morpheus outside of dreams as he was still working on rebuilding his realm and attending to his duties. Occasionally, he would meet me at the café he’d surprised me at so long ago, both when I thought he was going to kill me and after our first time together. I had to get over my awkwardness at being the only one to eat, but he drank coffee and would tell me about the lives of the people that walked passed. He knew their dreams just by looking at them and in turn, knew their lives. My mind wandered to Lucienne’s library, to my small book kept there and its blank pages. Maybe that was part of his fascination with me, that he didn’t know my life. Everything was nice. It wasn’t healthy to be around each other 24/7 afterall and he had a job to do, same as me. Just on vastly different scales. Besides, he had no obligation to see me. We were casual lovers, or fuck buddies as I had deemed us crudely once, something he took offense to but didn’t necessarily argue against. He craved affection even if he didn’t say so with words. My need to be around him was just the newness of it, that constant pull to be next to him and touch him. It was a mutually beneficial relationship that lacked any sort of commitment. Dream of the Endless had seen all there was, had existed longer than most of the stars. It was hard not to be enraptured by that. So I forced myself to be good with what I got. It would fade and I would be able to be more productive, balance things better. I had begun to write again or attempt to, with Lucienne’s encouragement that my work was good. I had a lot of mental and emotional blocks when it came to writing, ones I didn’t want to get into yet, and I was grateful to have support both in the waking world and the Dreaming. More effort was put into my job at the book publisher, taking on more responsibilities in the hope that when I did have something decent I could show them. I even let Anissa, my coworker, take me to after work drinks though I suspect it was mostly an attempt to get me to spill the details on Morpheus or to get me to date one of our coworkers. She had been the one to encourage having some “fun” after my breakup and I was very bad at hiding that I had, in fact, followed that advice. Just not in the way she suspected. Things were okay. They were fine. But it was only a matter of time before our own hang ups would begin to surface. My life, my history, was unknown to him and I was a bit grateful. I’m not sure how I would feel if he knew everything about me and I knew hardly anything from him. It also meant he couldn’t see all the baggage there. We both had it. He had said he had had past relationships, obviously from being eons old, had told me about Killala that first talk while comparing cheating exes. Had bonded over mutual pain and disrespect. But beyond that, the details of our lives remained blank to each other. Stories and nothing more. I should have noticed when I saw maintenance go in and out of my neighbor Janine’s apartment that she had moved out. She had downright started avoiding me at all costs after I caught her in my bed with my then boyfriend, Thomas. The same boyfriend whose dream I then went into and broke one of the rules, smashing everything to bits and causing Morpheus to find me for the first time. I guess I should have thanked her for the introduction if she wasn’t a miserable hag. I’d seen her dreams, seen the countless escapades she had all the while knowing they were attached and she didn’t care. If she had wanted Thomas, she could have him. But now, I was mostly relieved that she was finally gone and I could walk through the hallway of my complex with ease. Coming home after work, my neck ached from stress and I towed off my shoes at the door, dropping my bag to the ground in a heap. Taking on more responsibilities at work meant my brain was mush by the time I made the walk home and it was a lesson in focus to not just daydream the day away. I had the whole weekend ahead though which meant I didn’t have to set an alarm and could stay in the Dreaming however long I wanted. It sounded divine after the stressful week I had. I was finally getting the hang of Dream Walking after a few more actual lessons from Morpheus, though he still loved to distract me. I was even getting better at doing it without using doors, even if my aim wasn’t always accurate and I had to bounce around a few times. If the dreamlord wasn’t with me, I still liked to imagine them because it was easier on my brain. Tonight I was going to explore more of the Dreaming beyond just Morpheus’ chambers and he could come along or mope on his own. A knock sounded at the door just as I was about to change out of my work dress, causing me to pause. No one ever came to visit. The number of friends I had could be counted on one hand, I had no family, and no one I knew made unexpected social calls. Frowning, I padded quietly over to the door and stood on my toes to look through the peephole at whoever was knocking. Maybe maintenance got the wrong door or something. You gotta be fucking kidding me. Thomas stood there, brown hair disheveled and button up shirt wrinkled. Even through the tiny window, he looked pathetic and I was almost certain it was on purpose. He liked to be prim and proper, even outside of work, unless he wanted something. The man had hardly ever had anything bad happen to him so he liked to play at being a victim whenever he could. It was mind boggling now, two months later, that I had stayed with him for over a year. “Then why did you stay with him?” Morpheus’ words bounced back in my head. Because he wasn’t the worst. Because he was interested in me. Because I was dumb and lonely and he made the world colorful at least for a bit. But even looking back now, that color paled in comparison to anything I felt now. I had blocked him from everything after waking up from his dream, the image of the King of Dreams sitting in the corner of an imagined bar after I had smashed everything to bits still fresh. Thomas had tried to reach out, though not very hard, but I ignored him and even when he showed up to my workplace, reception had shooed him away. It wouldn’t have surprised me if his attention had then turned to Janine and now that she was gone, most likely kicking him to the curb, here he was. I chewed on my lip, debating what I should do. Knocks reverberated through the door again, louder this time and I winced. “Dahlia, please, I know you’re in there,” his muffled voice shouted through the wood. I groaned inwardly. Fuck, if Matthew had been keeping an eye on him or me still then he at least could had warned me Thomas was coming. He knocked again and I knew my neighbors were going to get curious if he kept it up. “Dahl, please. Just hear me out!” Thomas shouted, a pathetic edge to his voice. I wanted to slam my head into the door, bemoaning my luck. Bracing myself, I sighed and unlocked the door, opening it only partly and blocking the view into the apartment. “What?” I bit out with pressed lips and annoyance painting my face. The guy looked worse closer up, shirt a mess and eyes a little bloodshot. He also reeked of booze which sent my body on high alert instantly. Anxiety and fear, old and familiar, sank into my bones. “Please,” he repeated, taking a step towards the door, “Can I come inside so we can talk?” “No,” I crossed my arms and leaned against the door jam, teeth clenched. My patience with him was thin and after time apart, my backbone had strengthened again. I had put up with a lot, hadn’t screamed or raged in his face when I had caught him naked in my bed. He was lucky that all I did was smash his dream, which I’m sure he had no recollection of. “Dahl-” “I’m sorry, you don’t get to ask for anything from me,” the growl that left my throat cut him off, eyes slightly wide at the tone, “You can say what you want to say here or I can shut the door in your face and you can leave.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. He had never dealt with this side of me. Most arguments between us I had let slide, not feeling up to putting in the effort and letting him get his way. It was always easier than to fight, a lesson I had learned a long time ago. But it had fueled his ego and he thought me to be small and docile. That part I was willing to claim was my fault, but now- now I had teeth and I wasn’t afraid to bare them. “I’m sorry,” Thomas started, “What I did was selfish and awful and I am an asshole.” “A few months late, but so far not arguing against that,” I commented, glaring. “I miss you, Dahl,” he pressed on and stepped even closer, only a foot away now, “Please, I want us to work-” “No you don’t,” I cut him off. The indignation was plain on my face as I sneered at him, “You made your choice, Thomas. There is no working it out. You fucked another person in my home and are barely putting in the effort to apologize now? You’re not sorry, you just want me to be your safety net because you thought I was a pushover.” That barely concealed anger was in his eyes and he shoved a hand through his shaggy hair, “That’s not true. I love you-” “Oh get the fuck out of here with that bullshit,” I scoffed, finally fed up with wasting my time and hearing the crap pouring out of his mouth, I moved to shut the door. But his foot shot out, blocking the way, and before I could process it he had pushed into the apartment and shut the door behind him. The movement had been fast, calculated, and I cursed myself for even opening the door and not just calling security to kick him out. Even though he smelled of alcohol, his motor functions were still sharp and I should have made sure my guard stayed up. I knew better. Now my heart was hammering and I stepped back, putting space between us as he blocked the door. My mind tried to run through a dozen different scenarios, strategies, paths to either get him out or get away. There was pepper spray in my bag, I could run for it or the bedroom and lock myself in, under the couch was a baseball bat I kept just in case. He was drunk and could never take no for an answer and I should have been more aware. Thomas raised his hands like he was calming a riled horse, placating but voice desperate, “I only want to talk, you won’t let me talk! Please, you need to hear me out.” “I don’t have to do anything, Thomas,” my voice was steady but firm, one foot sliding behind me so I could pivot for the bedroom if I needed to, “You are going to get the fuck out of my apartment. Now.” “Stop, Dahlia, I want you back!” Though he was pleading, his hands clenched and unclenched and annoyance vibrated through him at my continual refusal, “I’m not leaving until you listen.” His eyes were wild and I knew he was on that edge of being reasonable or doing something we both may regret. Men like him didn’t consider consequences because they had never experienced them and that made him dangerous. I felt the slight breeze first before the ripple of power swelled over my skin, blanketing it and wrapping me in its first embrace while blazing through the room in hot fury. I didn’t have to turn to look behind me to know Morpheus was standing there, anger coming off him in waves and presence darkening the doorway. My breath caught in my throat. I had only ever felt his actual anger once, in the nightmare where we finally confronted each other. It had been all encompassing, those black eyes piercing right into my soul and stars bright enough it could burn me away. I watched hesitantly as a bit of fear entered Thomas’ eyes at last and though I knew I shouldn’t, I felt satisfaction at seeing it there. The Dream King entered the room from the bedroom where he definitely had not been a few minutes ago and stepped quietly next to me, hand brushing mine and long black coat grazing my legs from his proximity. Too close to be casual, definitely not after leaving my bedroom, and a clear outward sign of who he was to me. Thomas tried to hold his ground and kept his chin raised but I could see the tension there as he looked back and forth between us and took him in. The brown haired man didn’t stack up, could never compare. Morpheus was a storm at my side, voice quiet but powerful, “You will leave, Thomas McNara. Now.” I resisted the urge to look up at him, could easily feel the building anger he was holding back the longer my ex didn’t do as he commanded. He was dangerous, a volcano ready to devastate, and it was all targeted at one person. But Thomas was never the smartest and was too dumb to know when to back down. Brown eyes swiveling back to me, he scoffed and scrunched up his face incredulously, “Are you serious, Dahl? This is who you got with-” The one step forward the dreamlord took was enough to cut him off, the air growing thin in the room as Dream advanced and snarled, “Keep silent. You have ignored every word she has spoken, disrespected her, and entered her home uninvited. You are pitiful.” Morpheus glared down at him, blue eyes dark as he looked down his nose at the human whose bravado was crumpling by the second. Energy crackled and in that moment, even in the waking world, he looked every bit the ancient, powerful being that he was. Thomas could see it then, that he had drawn the attention of something that was far greater than he could ever imagine and had its ire. “I have seen your dreams, Thomas McNara,” the Lord of Dreams hissed and took another step towards him, “You treat women as toys and want what you cannot have. I assure you, she is not yours to possess and never will be again. Leave now and count yourself lucky I am being merciful for her sake for I could do far, far worse . ” Thomas’ brown eyes almost flicked to mine but he kept himself from looking at me, face pale with fear and sweat sliding down his temple. One step, then two, and he backed away to the apartment door and left, fumbling along the way and tripping out the door into the hallway. The door shut with a loud bang that echoed through the space. The tension didn’t immediately leave now that we were alone. Dream was a bow string pulled too tight, threatening to unleash at any moment. I swallowed hard and reminded my brain that the rage was in my defense and not directed at me. I didn’t have anything to fear from him, but I had never dealt with this kind of anger easily. I blinked and it was someone else standing in his stead, fists clenched tight and eyes drilling holes into my skin as if he could skin me alive with just a look. I blinked again and the image melted away, leaving just the King of Dreams standing with his back to me with his coat so black it looked like the abyss. Taking a few deep breaths, I grounded myself and focused on what was happening now, trying to forget the brief flash of memory. With a few steps, Dream’s coat was within reach and I gently trailed my fingers down his shoulder and arm until cool skin met mine. He didn’t react at first, hands hanging at his side, but I slowly intertwined one hand with his and gave it a squeeze as I rested my cheek against his shoulder blades. In a breath, the tension slowly seeped from him and I hugged him fully from behind, able to breathe easier as his power pulled back into him and the air cleared. “Are you okay?” I asked into his coat, hand in his and the other wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. He was so thin, but lean muscles tensed along his back and under my cheek. He was always the one to wrap himself around me, so the change in stance was new and one I enjoyed. A dark chuckle left him and I could feel the reverberations through his back, “Am I not supposed to ask you that instead?” I hugged him tighter and felt comforted when his free hand caressed my arm gently and he sank into the touch, “I’m okay, I’m safe, nothing happened. I haven’t ever seen him that…crazed, but he was just drunk. Even if you didn’t show up, I could have gotten him out. But thank you for coming to defend my honor, your highness.” I made my tone as light as possible, joking in the hopes he would come down from his anger if he saw that I wasn’t freaking out. I could practically hear the thoughts churning in his mind, replaying the situation over and over again, but at last, he relaxed. Keeping my hand in his, he turned to face me and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. I could see it now, the remnants of whatever Thomas had seen and feared. Though his eyes were still blue, the endless night sky peaked there, fathomless and encompassing and terrifying. His skin had paled to that marble tone he had in the Dreaming, lips pressed in a thin line. He looked like a god, glorious and terrible. My heart raced as I took him in and I found it hard to swallow, knowing that this otherworldly creature held interest in me, had come to make sure I was safe. “She is not yours to possess.” The words echoed through me as I stared at him, a complicated feeling bouncing around. He noticed brow furrowing and a hand coming to rest on my cheek, elegant pianist fingers brushing my bangs from my eyes, “I can recognize when something is troubling you. What is it?” I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to think. Our relationship was…strange. Seeing an anthropomorphic personification came with zero rules unlike every other relationship I’d been in. There was no talking about what we were, boundaries, commitments. Exclusivity. We’d simply gone along with it, letting attraction and desire lead us, but feelings were avoided. Feelings were going to remain avoided, but him coming and stepping in. That had been something. I realized it then that it wasn’t fully rage he had been feeling or that had caused him to bare his teeth at Thomas. It was possessiveness. “You said-” I swallowed, trying not to choke on the words, “you said I wasn’t his to have.” Those blue eyes of his had settled, becoming more human-like, but I could see the flash of want and apprehension there, “Was I wrong?” Despite my trepidation, heat pooled low in my belly at the tone, “I don’t know, you tell me.” He stepped closer, chest pressed against mine and hand trailing down from my cheek to lightly wrap around my neck. My heart beat loudly in my ears and my body was tingling, sensitive to each touch of his skin on mine and shooting lightning down my nerve endings. Possessiveness had always been a double edged sword for me. Too much was toxic, restricting, frightening. Had destroyed me one suspicious look at a time and caused so much pain. But on the other hand, I wanted to be Dream’s. Wanted to know that I had been deemed worthy enough of the Lord of Dreams’ attention and not only that, that he wanted me all to himself. His head lowered, nose skimming along mine and breath mingling there, “While you are your own person, little dreamer, and are free to do as you wish, I will warn you- I do not share.” The words were low and dark and trailed along my skin like the edge of a feather, making me swallow a moan. “I give you this choice now, Dahlia Morrowland, ” Morpheus continued, my name whispered along my lips as he tilted my chin up to meet his eyes under lowered lids, baring the long expanse of my neck, “If you wish to have other lovers, we can end this game now. You are welcome in the Dreaming, in my palace, and I will not fault you. I will not deny you my presence… but if you wish for us to continue, I am afraid I will not be able to help myself. You will be mine and mine alone.” I shivered at the dark promise, breath catching in a way I’m sure he knew. My skin felt tight and hot and all I could focus on was the simple loose wrap of his fingers on my neck like he was branding me. His words rattled through me, setting flame the parts of me I wished for him to touch. I managed to swallow and meet his gaze, the heady want there reflected in my own, “I’m not ending this. And just so you know, I don’t share either. You are mine, dreamlord, if you wish to be.” He smirked, the slightest tilt of his lips, at the declaration before tightening his grip on my neck and pulling me to him, lips crushing. It was his own answer, his own agreement. Yes, yes, he did wish for that. My hand left his and wrapped around his neck as I stood on my toes to reach him, tongue delving into his mouth and moaning into him. His own caressed mine, sucking and teasing while completely devouring me. Dream in the waking world was different than in the Dreaming. He was tangible, real, made of true flesh, tasting of honey and mint, and smelling of early morning rain. And for the first time, he was in my apartment. He was mine. Mine. And I was his and it felt like too much and not enough all at once. The Dream King trailed his hands to my thighs and in a quick move, lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried my weight easily. The hard press of his arousal was against me and I gasped into his mouth as he pushed me against the wall, back jolting at the contact. He deepened the kiss, ravenous and impatient. It was a frenzy of teeth and lips, his mouth leaving mine to kiss his way down my neck as his lips sucked at the pulse there. His teeth bit gently and I moaned, heat shooting through me sharp and sudden. The skin would be dark and apparent tomorrow, I knew that, but something deep and primal was pleased at the mark. Let them see. My fingers ran through his hair, dark and soft, and lightly grazed my long nails along his scalp until he moaned against me to my satisfaction. I had learned that he loved the feel of nails scratching, the sharpness against his skin, and his head was extra sensitive. He rocked against me and I hissed at the feel of him against me, separated my layers of clothing. I unwrapped my legs from his waist and braced myself, hands going to his jeans to get them unbuttoned and off of him. His own hands went to the hem of my dress, squeezing my exposed thighs and finding my drenched underwear. I moaned loudly as he cupped my sex, savoring the arousal wetting the fabric there. Running fingers up and down the thin covering, I gasped and twitched at how sensitive I was already. I was trembling, fingers shaking as I finally got his pants free and pulled the zipper down. We were getting impatient, the real world limitations meaning he couldn’t just magic our clothes away. With a quick jerk, he ripped the panties off easily, dropping the scrap of fabric to the floor as I lowered his jeans and freed his pulsing erection from them. “Excuse you. I liked those,” I growled at him. My hand wrapped around his cock, pleased with the way he jerked into my hand and hissed out a moan under his breath. His skin was the texture of velvet, soft to the touch but hard in my hand, and I savored each delicious stroke and ragged breath that left Morpheus’ mouth. My mind could only focus on the feeling of him and the words mine, mine mine over again. “You can easily acquire more later, though wearing none around me would be preferred,” the dreamlord gritted out, fingers in my hair and clenching my thigh tightly as I moved my hand over him steadily. I smirked, watching his eyes close against my ministrations, thumb rubbing the tip of his erection and sliding the precum there over him, “You going to buy me some with your fake money?” My palm squeezed him and a moan slid from his mouth, raw and wanting. He turned his head and his lips met mine in a frantic rush, tongue warring and fighting for dominance. Impatient, Dream pulled my hand off of him and gripped my thigh, lifting it around his waist and sheathing into me in one fast thrust. There was no foreplay, no slow build. The move was quick and hard, an edge of pain tingeing it at the feeling of him, large and buried to his base suddenly filling me. I was tight around him, each glorious inch filling me completely. The pain faded quickly though it only served to amplify the pleasure, as he pressed me firmly against the wall and fucked me hard. The angle was delectable, hitting the perfect spot inside me every time, and I couldn’t  stop the cries that poured from my lips as he pulled out almost fully then rammed back in. I could only hang on. He still wore his coat and shirt, both of us not even fully unclothed, and my nails dug into the fabric. Feeling the friction of his clothes against my sensitive skin heightened the pleasure while my own skirt was pushed up around my waist. He grunted with each desperate thrust, lips against my throat as he bit and sucked and tasted my skin. The brink of my orgasm was coming fast as I drowned in the rapture and ecstasy, body pulsing and clenching around him. He went harder, faster, pouring all his want and possessiveness into me. Each hard thrust branded my skin with the word mine , each kiss claiming, and each mark on my body a sign that I was with the King of Dreams and would be his alone. It should have scared me, having this type of attention from someone like him. It had scared me with lesser men. I had bucked and thrashed against the possessiveness before, had feared it, but with him I drank it down. Because even as he claimed me, he willingly let me claim him as well, offered himself up to me as equals. And so I wrapped my arms tight around him, rode the waves of my orgasm as it crashed into me and ripped his name from my mouth. Stars exploded behind my eyes, nebulas swarming, and I felt like I was floating in a storm I had no control of. He followed soon, giving a final hard thrust before releasing into me with a groan. His lips still lingered on my skin and sweat clung to both of us, the straps of my dress askew and his collar half upturned from my grabbing. We both looked completely and thoroughly fucked and at that thought, I couldn’t help but laugh. The reaction caused my body to clench around him and he grunted into my skin. Dream’s fingers soothed the skin of my thigh before helping me to lower it from his waist, both of us unable to keep from letting out a small groan as the movement shifted our sensitive bodies. It pleased me that I wasn’t the only one with a worn out body. His gaze met mine with a raised brow, skin now a warmer shade and eyes settled. I just grinned at him, wide and unrestrained, tongue between my teeth, “Hi.” With a quirk of his lips light-heartedly and something like affection gentling his face, he replied softly, “Hello.” I gave him a tender kiss, lips dragging against his and savoring their taste, before pulling back, “I guess we can cross off having sex for the first time in the waking world off the list. Along with wall sex. Very efficient work, your highness, good job.” Caught between amusement and confusion, furrowed his brow quizzically, “A list, little dreamer?” Giving a half-hearted shrug, I smiled up at him, “Less a list, more like ideas.” Morpheus’ eyes darkened and I could almost feel him hardening inside me. I knew then that I was doomed. Because there was nothing the Lord of Dreams liked more than a challenge and he was more than willing to make sure we thoroughly explored all those ideas of mine along with a few of his. The evening was spent in my apartment as he claimed me over and over again, worshiping every part of me and leaving no part of me unmarked. And I did the same in turn. I didn’t know what it meant fully as we didn’t discuss feelings or what being with each other meant, but I was okay with what I did know and what I was given. That would be something to think about later.

#Dream x ofc #Dream x fem!reader #Dream x Reader #Morpheus X Ofc #Morpheus x fem!reader #Morpheus x Reader #Dream of the Endless x OFC #Dream of the Endless x reaer #Dream of the Endless fem!reader #The Sandman fic #The Sandman fanfiction #The Sandman fanfic #sandman fic #sandman fanfiction #sandman fanfic #Dream of the Endless #Sandman #The Sandman #series: fragments #fic: possession

[nymphaudora]

» 001. 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 ->

this story will include triggers like domestic violence, violence, anxiety, mental illness and other R-rated material & topics. this story will follow a mentally ill child star whose “issues” follow her into adulthood she crosses paths with a former collab artist, drake who is there with her through all her difficulties and struggles despite her trust issues & problems, he shows her that he isn’t perfect either. how will they navigate their relationship?

Leo sat on the toilet crying hot tears pierced her cheeks she had yet again been embarrassed by her boyfriend. Twenty minutes prior a few women had approached her showing her The Shade Room post that read “Kaiya & Metro Boomin spotted together this weekend, has Kaiya betrayed her longtime friend Leo?” Leo’s head started to hurt she had cried so much, she wasn't surprised by her bitter friend & slutty boyfriend. The pain was still so overwhelming she couldn't even draw breath, she kept her composure because she knew that people would be looking for a story so she left the stall & began cleaning up her face.

She took a breath & then stepped out of the restroom her hands shaking & eyes red. Leo walked back into the club some stared and others just laughed and shit-talked, she didn’t even turn around and look at the crowd. Forcing her way through sections she walked outside where her driver waited. “Take me home please.” She said before he could even speak. Her driver just nodded starting the car & driving away. She just kept staring at the post until her eyes started to water sliding the window open her driver handed her a box of Kleenex, and she wiped her eyes. “Yo, take me to Metro’s house,” she said as the driver nodded.

Leo stood outside sighing using her keys to unlock the door, she walked toward his art studio shaking and then opening every bottle of spray paint, spraying each painting individually covering the walls with paint. She made her way to the living room and began writing nasty words on his furniture. She slid his glasses over & a few vases then she came to an abrupt stop her eyes wandering to his studio she tried to stop but she just couldn't she walked over “Fuck it.” She said aloud, Leo walked in and then had an even better idea she put his computer in her purse and left locking the door behind her and getting back into the car. Her driver then sped off & brought her back to her house.

After her driver brought her back to the house she got in the shower and washed off her makeup then she put a robe on then went to go sit on the sofa. She sat drinking a glass of wine and flipping through the channels when a voice yelled her name, “Bae!” the voice yelled, “You here?” he questioned, it was Metro. She rolled her eyes & stood up to go wash the glass she had used along with the rest of the dirty dishes, her body tensed as she felt him behind her “I missed you.” He said grinning & rubbing her curves reaching up her robe Leo had never felt more disgusted.

He began getting nervous, “Bae, the silent treatment? For real? I ain't even do nothing.” Metro lied. She turned around breaking into tears “You must think I'm fucking stupid, I saw it already. Get your shit out of my house tonight! No later.” She commanded her voice shaky & heartbroken “Babe that wasn't even real!” as he went to hug her. “Don't fucking touch me, Leland.” She shouted pulling a knife from a drawer.

“Wow, you're a twisted sick bitch you know that right? This why I even FUCK with Kaiya your nuts.” He said disarming her holding the knife in his hands. Her body shook, she was terrified he was much stronger than her & he'd put his hands on her multiple times the look in his eyes was very telling, that devilish look in his eyes shook her. “Fuck you gon do now Leo, huh?” he said placing the knife towards her neck “Nothing…” she muttered her eyes filled with tears. She stopped for a second plotting her next move “You won't kill me.” Leo said in a shaky voice.

The only thought in her was ‘Why the hell would you provoke him?’

Before he could even form words she slashed a plate over his head she stared at his unconscious figure before reaching to grab her phone & call 911.

Her small hands shook as cops spoke to Leland trying to understand what happened tonight she kept zoning out while the police spoke to her she fidgeted looking nervous. He just gave her nasty looks, dry blood painted his upset face. “Excuse me, I'm Officer Styles.” The woman in front of her introduced holding her hand out, “Sorry, I'm—” Leo said before she was cut off. “Leo Ayene? My daughter loves that song you have with Drake.” Styles chuckled “Alright can you explain what happened here?” the woman requested.

“Uhm, It was an act of self-defense he had a knife to my throat but I’d prefer my lawyer present.”

🪽 TAGS: @itsyagirljaz @killatravtramp @iknowdatsrightbih @sativachilombo

[gust-jar-simulator]

I have this idea stuck in my head.

Every time I think about writing Vaati in the context of a relationship with Ganon- any relationship, just to experiment- I end up thinking about sealwives.

There’s multiple instances of the same character trope in mythology: there’s a beautiful girl who is actually a Creature, and she temporarily took off her fur/scales/feathers (like a coat) to play around in human form awhile, typically by swimming. Some dude steals her coat, and now she can’t return to her people. Marriage ensues.

A cool and far more modern trope I’ve seen is the selkie choosing to leave her coat behind, and the man not taking it, and she’s absolutely fucking baffled about why she’s not being taken. The answer is simple: the guy doesn’t want to take from her, she’s always allowed the freedom she didn’t know she could have. Or he’s just waiting for the coat to be given, instead.

Vaati sure is a Creature, and Ganon(dorf) sure is a Guy, but more than that Vaati has this kind of… evil Ariel moment, if you will. He wants to be where the people are. He wants to be more, better, the unarguable best. Ganondorf already is that best, to some extent, depending on how you write him.

If you just look at canon interactions, Ganon has Vaati unsealed to work as a distraction. That means he researched Vaati, knows what he is, where he is, and had a reasonable hypothesis as to what would happen if Vaati was let loose.

It’s hard to say if in that dynamic he owned Vaati or just popped the cork and let him go off. Technically it was a win for him either way. But as much as Vaati hates being limited and controlled, I’m also not sure if he’d object in the moment to any offers made. He’s not the type to play nice with friends, and I love contrasting him against the Four Sword’s demand for teamwork, but Ganon offers more than an alliance. He offers prestige.

I still think Vaati would rather make his own way than be anyone’s minion, but the fact remains that wittingly or not he was. So. Insert sealwife metaphor.

Vaati is powerful and useful and as much Ganon’s equal as he is the Demon King’s subordinate, and the grey area of that dynamic is kind of driving me nuts in the same way that a sealwife is both wife and prisoner. Did he hand over his coat? Was it stolen? Is it hard to say who reached for it first?

Vaati wanted to be more than a Minish, and he became that of his own determination. There’s something desirable in that, a quality that I think Ganon would like to own, considering Vaati is self-made in a way Ganon just isn’t.

There’s also stories of children stealing back their mother’s seal coats, or taking the coat to live in the sea themselves. Shadow has some fun options available to him.

#loz vaati #loz ganondorf #shadow link

[whatthefishh]

Delta Squared Chapter 1

A/N: So, this story is somewhat based off of Think Like a Man, I thought our favourite boys would fit these tropes quite nicely and wanted to write something fun and kinda silly! I hope can enjoy, even if you have seen the movie because I did make changes :) This will have several chapters, but hoping to keep it easy to follow. This chapter focuses on the boys and Benny. No smut, no warnings really except a few swear words. 2.4k words

It all starts sometime in May, the boys’ weekly outing causing the fates to set you up in front of the TV at just the right time. Well, sort of started then. 

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(01:23 am) Tom wtffff

(01:23 am) im hiding in the bathroom from that weird girl who smelled like burritos next to us

(01:24 am) can i come out yet

(01:26 am) dunno

(01:26 am) but brb

(01:26 am) santi’s helping me get this girl off my back

(01:26 am) so the one who was basically following me is gone?

(01:28 am) also what youre engaged

(01:28 am) just show her a pic of Mads

(01:30 am) true lol

(01:31 am) im just gonna come back

(01:31 am) if shes standing right outside the bathroom ill scream

(01:32 am) idk what ur talking about but will made a face so maybe he knows who you mean

(01:32 am) then again that might just be him pining

(01:32 am) for that girl

(01:32 am) who broke up with him bc he quit his job

(01:32 am) the one hes been "dating" for 2 weeks

(01:32 am) OH

(01:32 am) santi and fish are trying to tag team this girl

(01:32 am) tag team?

(01:32 am) santi and fish are drunk af

(01:32 am) doesnt mean theyre not gonna do it

(01:35 am) uh yeah it does but whatever im on my way

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Benny emerges from the haven of the bathroom, immediately making a beeline for the boys’ table. Thankfully, the girl who seemed to be at his elbow at every turn was nowhere to be seen. Even halfway across the bar, Benny could see Santiago chatting up some poor unsuspecting woman and wonders to himself with amusement which line he went with this time, the player that he is. He’s ridiculously successful at this, always has been, even in their time in Delta Force, his ability to charm anybody and everybody driving the boys nuts. Frankie had apparently given up the tag team idea, and let him run his game, choosing to watch from the sidelines. 

Benny checks his phone to see if he got a text from you, sending one out asking how you’re feeling. He feels bad for leaving you at home, sick, but you had insisted he go out with the boys, claiming you’ll join them next time. You two had been dating for years now, bordering on 8, your relationship having been an undefined thing at first due to his back and forth in the military. Once he had come back for good, it was almost too simple how you two had made things official, falling into a routine as easy as breathing. But still… he hadn’t proposed yet. 

You were a relatively successful hairstylist, owned your own salon, got along with the boys, matched his energy for all the dorky movies he was into, and incredibly chill with his energy it was almost too good to be true. You even dressed up with him in a couples costume of Han and Leia that one halloween, binging the movies with him throughout the month to prepare for the role. So, you could be forgiven for mistaking the little velvet box he got you last valentines day for a ring, screaming out “Yes!” until you opened it to see a simple but pretty pair of diamond studs. You didn’t understand why he was waiting, you two lived together, shared a car, planned for your future; the domesticity of your relationship was so deeply ingrained in your bones, everyone already assumed you were married until they noticed the empty space where your ring should be. You didn’t want to pressure him, though. He was your Benny, your best friend, and you loved him so much. Star Wars posters, figurines, and all. 

You flipped through the channels at home, eventually landing on Oprah, recognizing her guest as Steve Harvey, the host from Family Feud. 

“Welcome back, everybody. We are still here with best-selling author Steve Harvey. (Camera switch to Steve) - Well, what I try to get women to understand is that times have changed, but your playbook hasn't. I've gotten thousands of letters from all kinds of women who can't seem to find a man, keep a man or get what they want from their man. Until you understand how a man loves, how a man operates, how he thinks, until you get into the mindset of a man, you will never win with us in the game of love.”

Despite your better judgement, you stayed on the channel to see what new information he could possibly be adding to the world of love advice.

“We have a question in the audience. (camera turns to woman in the audience)- Hi, Steve. I've been living with my boyfriend for five years and he says that he loves me and he's fully committed. I guess what I want to know is, how come he hasn't popped the question?- (camera turns to Steve) He hasn't popped the question because you haven't required him to.” 

You roll your eyes at the pedantic answer, but stay listening to see if you could get anything useful out of this.

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Benny catches part of Santi’s words to the girl on his way to the table, and the tail end of it has him quickly covering his mouth to hide his laughter.

“I’m sorry, but Jesus has my heart.” The girl had said.

“Yeah, no, no, no, I get that. I love Jesus, too. They actually used to call me Pope back in the military,” Santiago countered, sure that he’d walk away with her number. 

“You boys won’t believe how Santi’s trynna pick up this girl,” Benny says, jerking his thumb over his shoulder as he joins the others at the table. 

“Oh I can already imagine it’s weird, she gave me crazy vibes just by the way she was trying to touch Tom’s beard after 2 seconds,” Frankie laughed. 

Santi returns to the table sooner than any of them would have guessed, and they assume he got shot down - rare, but it does happen. 

“No luck?” Will asks, a little eager to share his misery with someone else at the table. Will’s most recent venture into finding love ended as pathetically as his last; he was too much of a dreamer to keep a steady job after returning home. Apparently, the women he was going on dates with didn’t appreciate his goal of finding something he was passionate about. He just wanted someone to support him, the same way he would give his full support for his partner. 

Santiago looked at each of his friends’ faces and then broke out into a smug smile, “No, I got it. Cmon, you guys really thought I couldn’t? Have some faith.” 

The last comment had Benny cracking up again, and he checked his phone again to see if you’d replied. 

“How’s Daph doin’?” Will asks his little brother, eyes catching him checking his phone periodically. 

“She’s alright, she-” He starts but gets cut off by Fish.

“She's phenomenal, pendejo, we don’t understand why she’s with you,” Frankie laughs, and Santi joins in. 

“Nobody does! How good is your credit score? Do you even know how to check your credit score?” 

They all laugh at that, Benny included. 

“Daphne is amazing, you guys are right. She even loves my nerdy shit. Will doesn’t even like my nerdy shit,” Benny elbows his older brother. 

“You sure about that? Maybe she just loves you. Deep down inside, she’s probably thinking ‘this is some silly ass shit’” Tom counters with his eyebrows raised, challenging him. 

Out of them all, Tom had the least complicated relationship. He just wanted to make Madison happy, simple as that, and Mads felt the same towards him. He was usually the one giving level headed advice around the table whenever the boys would bring up their lady problems, and as much as they wouldn’t want to hear it at first, they usually conceded, knowing he was being reasonable. 

“Nah, I know her, alright? She is just as into all of that as I am.” 

The night goes on in a similar fashion, catching up and teasing, until Tom stands up, stating that he needs to get back to his fiancé, making the others groan in displeasure. 

“When's the wedding again, Tom? You’ll have all the time in the world, laaaaaater,” Santi gripes. 

“You guys still have to take me out for my Bachelor party, how do you not know when the wedding is? It’s next- No, you know what? You can figure it out and plan it when you’re sober, I’m heading out!”

They all chimed in for their goodbyes, knowing they’d see each other in a few days. Benny started to rise from his seat as well, finishing off the last of his beer before announcing his departure. 

“Gotta get back to my girl, she’s not feelin’ too well.” 

“Yeah, I should go, too, gotta pick up my kid from my mom tomorrow.” Frankie adds, also getting up from his place. 

Santiago and Will share a look which doesn’t go unnoticed by Frankie, who immediately gets defensive, “What?”

“Don’t lie to us Fish, you’re gonna go there tonight and she’s gonna give you your onesie and tuck you in the same way she does for your kid!” 

Santiago’s never let go of an opportunity to rip on Frankie’s relationship with his mother. Everybody knew he was a momma’s boy, but now he uses his daughter as an excuse for why he’s over all the time. She cooks all his meals, she does his laundry for him, they even have matching pyjamas which they wear on their movie nights together. He stops by on his way home from work because she’s made his favourite dish, or picked up those socks he likes from Costco. Santiago is only teasing but it’s become glaringly obvious that for all that he complains about being a single dad, Fish doesn’t really make time for another woman in his life. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Pope. Don’t come asking for her pie next time you’re over.”

“Now hey-” Threats were getting serious, Santiago had to back up a bit. 

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The first bomb had been dropped. 

The next day had you heading to your local bookstore, with your notebook in hand, filled with scribbles of tips from Steve. You had finished the episode of Oprah, surprised to have found some possibly useful ideas to push Benny to the next step in your relationship. Looking for his book, you tell yourself you’re not tricking him, you’re just trying to move forward in your life together. 

Settling in to read for a bit before Benny came home, you found the chapter that focuses on “The Non-committer”, aka your Golden Retriever boyfriend, which described how you need to require him to step up and propose. Your last birthday, the boys came over for dinner; they treated you like one of their own, which was wonderful! Except that it was your birthday, and you were dressed for a romantic dinner for two. You really were one of the boys. Speaking of which, you looked around, noticing how much your shared apartment looked like a college dorm room, one that housed several boys, not the sophisticated adult space you always envisioned. You develop an idea, one that might upset him but that will overall clean up the place and make it look like two working adults live there. There’s a used bong on his favoured side of the couch for fuck’s sake. 

Yeah, that’s it, the first move has already formed in your head, your calculating gaze sweeping across your living room making note of what you’re going to keep and what’s going in storage. The couch will have to wait for another day, you can’t lift it on your own.

Later that evening, Benny comes home while you’re making dinner, chicken wings and fries - not your guilty mind telling you to make his favourite, nope - and his joyful shout at the smell makes your stomach twirl happily. After all these years, his easy smile and comforting presence is still your favourite thing in the world and you want to never stop seeing it. On his way to kiss your cheek in greeting, he catches a glimpse of the drastically different living room space and stops mid-walk, body visibly frozen in shock. 

“Babe! Did we get robbed?! Where’s all of my posters, my figurines?! How did you not notice we got robbed?!!” He’s rushing to inspect the empty spaces.

“Relax, I just tidied up a bit,” you try to keep your voice even and light. “They’re safe, Vader’s safe. I just thought we could paint the living room.”

He exhales in relief, painting he could deal with, painting he could work with. 

“...and redecorate,” you say under your breath. 

“Redecorate?” Benny echoes, confusion taking up his pretty face. “I thought you liked that stuff, why would you wanna redecorate?”

Dropping the last of the wings into the deep fryer you turn to face him fully. “Because, Benny, it looks like we’re still in college. We’re adults, we make decent money, don’t you want this to look like a real home? One where all of our friends haven’t had sex on our couch?”

“What’s wrong with my couch?”

“Baby, it has duct tape holding the back together. We’ve literally had it for ages, and God knows how many times you’ve spilled your bong on it!”

“This couch has history!”

You just level him with a look, before showing him the couch catalogue you were browsing, pointing out the ones you thought he’d like. 

“I’d rather watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days with you again than couch shop,” Benny grumbles.

“I know you would because I caught you watching it by yourself a week later. Cmonnnn Benny, it smells so bad.”

“Okay, fine but listen I’m really bad at this. Can you just do it without me? I trust you to pick one. Please?” He leans in to kiss your cheek and heads straight for the deep fryer, gathering the rest of the food to set out for the two of you. 

Surprise colours your face but you’ll take the win. New couch, slightly more adult space, this was shaping up to be a productive evening. The two of you ate dinner, Benny making loud noises of enjoyment from the guilt-wings you made, watching your post-work show together. These are the moments you loved, the simple comfort of each other’s presence, of having your best friend there at the end of every day. 

#triple frontier #triple frontier fic #benny miller #benny miller x female reader #will miller #santiago garcia #frankie morales #mona writes???

[brassknucklespeirs]

I love your writing! May I be bestowed with the knowledge of little facts about your wips while we wait? There's no rush and your readers know that you have a life outside of this hellsite.

oh wow i cant even begin to explain how good this kind of comment makes me feel, thank you so much for your support oh my gosh

And why yes of course you can, let me delve into the random world that is my drafts... (this definitely turned into more than just little facts but...oh well)

Trust Me I Know | Ronald Speirs x fem!reader

This one is kinda definitely one of my favourite drafts I have atm, there's not a lot actually written down for it but a lot of stuff in my head. It's a pining!speirs fic where he has no bloody clue how to deal with his feelings for the reader so he just kinda pretends he doesn't have any but it doesn't work the way he thinks it does. The reader, being too observant of him for her own good (because she too is quite interested in the lad), notices all the little looks he tries not to give her and the way he hovers in a weird places between too close to be just officer and soldier but too far away for it to be considered anything else. One day one of the men notices the way his gaze lingers on the woman and says to her "You know, I think Speirs might have a little thing for you Y/N. He seems to be trying to burn a hole through my skull with the way he's glaring at me." And she just kinda chuckles in amusement and looks Speirs dead in the eye before saying to the one who she's speaking to "Trust me, I know."

Forever | George Luz x fem!reader

This one is the big sad. Like it's going to tear peoples hearts out and it does not have a happy ending at all. It's framed around the song 'Forever' by Lewis Capaldi, especially the lyrics "nobody said that we would last forever, that doesn't mean we didn't try to get there" the first half to three quarters is going to be super sweet fluff and showing different stages of their relationship and then the end is just....it's gonna hurt i'm sorry to say

Big Spoon, Little Spoon | Joe Liebgott x fem!reader

Ahhhhh this one is going to be fun. It's a comedic fluffy fic to lighten the mood since pretty much every other fic i've written somehow involves trauma in detail. This one is definitely going to be a bit more lighthearted like my 'He Definitely Doesn't Hate Me' Speirs fic. Short and sweet likely. It's based on a night out where the reader and Joe's relationship is shown to be very fun and full of teasing. At the end of the night, Joe asks the reader if she's ready to head to bed and she turns to him in front of a table full of the other men and says "Can I be the little spoon for once?". He pretends to brush it off like it's one big joke and says to her "You're lucky I fucking love you, you pain in the ass." So that all the men can hear, before leaning down to whisper in her ear "but yes, just this once"

Glorious Basterds | Ron Speirs

EE this one has been imprinted in my brain since before i even started writing but i just know i have to get it right or it's going to drive me insane. It's a Band of Brothers/Inglorious Basterds crossover that i'm quite excited for. I'm still unsure at this point whether or not i'm making it a reader insert or a OC because as i said in a post the other day, this one is detailed and descriptive of many not nice things such as the main character being a bit nuts and very aggressively murdering nazis and it is going to be very descriptive of gorey subjects (as they do in the movie). Pretty much she's had her entire family killed and is very much in the middle of her revenge era. It takes place around Bastogne and onwards. The current main part of the first part of the fic (which at this point is going to be several parts i think) is the basterds helping with the capture of Foy. After this, there is an interrogation of some Nazi officers that had been running from the basterds as they know they have information they want. The main character is known as Azrael which is the name of the angel of death, and most people don't realise she's a woman until they see her in person. She's got impeccable aim and is known for being pretty creative with the way she kills people. In this one specific part she is the one doing the interrogation of the three officers and she kinda picks them off one by one in different ways while easy company kinda watches in complete awe. The story will follow mostly her but will include a relationship with speirs as it progresses

Hide and Seek | Joe Toye x fem!reader

This one is pretty cute ngl. It's set in the pub in england after they've come back from D-Day. Joe doesn't talk about his wife much to anyone because he likes to keep the idea of her to himself because she is just the most beautiful being on earth to him. It's just another fun little fic where she surprises him in the pub as she joined the new female trooper squad and it's gonna be a lot of fluff and a lot of fun as she gets introduced to all the boys who are super confused at this random stunning woman who's somehow made joe smile nonstop since she's arrived

See You Later | Ron Speirs x fem!reader

This is a mix of sad and fluffy. So the reader and Ron were not necessarily together but very much in love all throughout the war. Once it gets to the end and he says he wants to stay, she fights the feeling of wanting to beg him to come home with her and lets him go. They decide its for the best they don't keep in touch or anything because it would just be too hard. Now this one is gonna be an interesting one for me ngl cause i often write my fic based during the war and not after so it's gonna be a goodie. I've made it where after the war, the reader ends up becoming a famous performer and she gets a surprise birthday party thrown for her and all of the company are there except ron it would seem. But she gets a few very big surprises as the night goes on. One part of this fic includes the reader breaking down to her mother on the floor of their living room and says to her "I lost him mommy, and i don't think i'm ever going to get him back." As you can tell, it's def gonna be a good mix of the big sad but it ends on a good note i promise.

Weirdly, this one came to me while listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, obviously something about Ewan McGregor singing love songs gets the cogs in my brain moving.

It's In The Way You Move | Dick Winters x fem!reader

Idk what's gonna go on in this one quite yet but i know it's going to be sweet. It's like the story of someone who's pretty emotionally unavalible but finds comfort in her friend and fellow officer Dick Winters. Things progress weirdly and they know they both love each other and he's said it several times but she hasn't. It's kinda just a story of how you come to realise that you don't always have to say the words 'i love you' to show that you love someone wholeheartedly.

Sometimes It's Not Enough | Lipton x fem!reader

This fic is going to be one expressing the story of someone who's fallen in love but has little to no level of physical touch as a love language just because they've never really known that kind of love before. It follows reader and Lip through a long relationship that they both have to grow through as it's quite hard for each of them having different ways of showing their love. One day the reader kinda loses it and just crawls into Lip's lap for a cuddle. It's def fluffy, and shows how love doesn't always have to include PDA and excessive touching for it to be deep and real.

I also have more but they are barely developed at all and there's really not much to mention about them quite yet.

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers fluff #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers

[timeoverload]

I didn't have much to say yesterday because it was boring and I was tired. It takes me hours to write my posts and my brain was fried. I think it's kind of sad that it takes me that long but sometimes it's difficult for me to collect my thoughts. I also have been feeling like I'm not that interesting and I don't want to be depressing.

I have been trying to maintain a positive attitude but it has felt impossible today. I don't know if I forgot to take my lamotrigine last night or if it's the weather bothering me. I'm feeling so gloomy and inadequate. I don't feel good. I'm overwhelmed by my mountain of responsibilities. I can't get anything done.

I didn't have the best day at work. It was really busy so I couldn't leave when I got done with eye cases at 3:30. Several people were gone today so that didn't help.

It's sterile processing week and it used to be a big deal but it feels like we aren't appreciated anymore because no one outside of our department said anything. I don't want gifts or anything but it would be nice if someone noticed us. We are the "heart" of the hospital and there's literally a sign on our door that says that. It seems like our contributions are ignored by upper management a lot of the time now but I'm not surprised. The nurses and surgical techs get a lot more attention during their appreciation weeks. I'm not trying to sound bitter but it does make me a little sad because things used to be so different and we all work very hard. Seeing things change is just tough sometimes and I will get over it. I know I won't be there forever so it's not necessary for me to get that upset about it.

I'm getting really tired of working with the morning team lead. He is driving me nuts. He thinks he knows everything and everyone else is wrong. He is generally nice to me but some of the things he says bother me. He was in a bad mood this morning and he was complaining about his girlfriend to me. He told me he hates women sometimes because we're all dramatic animals. I don't think he really thought about what he was saying until he could tell that I was offended. It seems like he doesn't have a lot of respect for people from different cultures or women and it pisses me off. He also loves to talk about politics and religion with me first thing in the morning and I hate it so much. He tries to talk about guns with me even though I told him I don't like them. We don't agree on everything but I try to keep my opinions to myself because I don't feel like having a debate with him. I've realized that I'm not good at having those kinds of conversations anyway so I don't even try anymore because I get frustrated. I know there are a lot of bad things going on in the world right now and it breaks my heart. I just don't want to talk about war and death while I'm working because it makes me so depressed. He also gets so upset about things that aren't worth getting mad about and it stresses me out. I have been trying to teach him how to do my job too but he won't listen to me even though it's important that he learns how to do it. It's difficult working alone with him for 2 or 3 hours every day.

I also got super uncomfortable later in the day. 2 of my co-workers are dating and they have been fighting a lot. They aren't open about their relationship but everyone can tell there's something going on. I can tell they don't have a healthy relationship. They have to work next to each other most of the time and follow each other around. I'm not sure what they were fighting about but they were both acting very aggressive. They were slamming stuff around and she was having a panic attack half of the day. I don't care if people are dating because that's none of my business. I just don't want to be around people who act like that because it's immature and unnecessary. It makes it hard for me to focus when I can feel the tension in the air.

I was putting instruments away in the operating room after eye cases were done and I just started crying. I couldn't control myself so I'm glad no one saw that. I am beyond burned out. I don't want to think about work anymore. I'm glad I don't have to for a couple days.

Maxwell, I'm not sure what is going on with you. I have gotten some mixed messages from you so I don't know what to say or how to react. I don't know if you are mad at me or not. It's confusing.

I'm sorry if I offended you but I'm not sure what I did wrong and I'm trying to figure it out. Are you mad because I posted that picture of the mushroom girl earrings? That was supposed to be a reference to something that you had posted a while back. I wasn't sure if you would get it or not. I just took it down. I will avoid posting anything like that from now on. I'm not trying to make you feel insecure. I am bi but I have no interest in being with a woman ever again because you are the only person I want to be with. I just want to clarify that I haven't been in a relationship with a girl since high school and it ended very badly. I'm not going to talk about that right now. I also think rainbows are pretty so I'm sorry if you think that means something else.

If that isn't the issue then I'm not sure what is. I wish you could tell me what the problem is so I could possibly explain myself. I have been trying to post a lot more because I thought that made you happy. It makes me happy when you post a lot of stuff. I have mostly been trying to make you laugh because I know you have been sad lately. Maybe I'm not funny all the time but I have been trying to post more happy things. I'm sorry if I posted something that you don't like.

I am planning on asking you out on Tuesday and I thought I told you that but maybe I didn't. I'm having a tough time remembering things. I still feel really stupid because I've been waiting for you to ask me out this whole time but I was supposed to say something to you first. I can't stop beating myself up about it and it's all my fault. I've given up on trying to make everything perfect and the way I want it to be because it's not going to happen that way. I'm not going to get upset about that at this point because it won't change anything. I don't even care because I just want to be with you. I guess this is also difficult for me because no one has asked me out for over 12 years and I was hoping you would. I've realized I'm a little old-fashioned and I suppose I'm wrong for thinking that would happen. I also haven't gone on a date with someone since high school. I don't think my previous relationship even counts. I just feel like such an idiot and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm also really bad at flirting. I don't know why it's so hard for me to ask a simple question. I think this whole situation has shown me how fucked up my brain is because I feel like I'm not able to comprehend some stuff. I never realized how messed up I was until recently. I want to be with you so bad but I feel like I'm in a nightmare right now because I've been trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do for so long. It's so scary for me because I'm afraid you are just going to give up on me if I don't figure stuff out and do what you want me to do. It hurts my brain and I want to rip my hair out sometimes. I can't read your mind all the time!! I feel like I can't do anything right and I just want to make you happy. I don't want to be confused anymore.

I don't want things to fall apart and I want to have a healthy relationship with you. I want to do the right thing. I love you so much and I always will.

Anyway, I don't have much else to say right now. I'm just sad and tired. All I want to do is lay here until I feel better. I'm not even hungry and I didn't bother going to the store after work like I planned so I don't have a lot to eat here right now anyway. I will go to the store in the morning or something. I have some boost in the fridge so I will probably just drink that because it's better than nothing. I have a tough time eating solid food when I'm anxious. I don't have the desire to do much tonight. I have been writing since I got home. It's getting late and I think I am going to try to relax for a little while and go to bed. Hopefully I will be in a better mood tomorrow.

Thank you for listening to me vent. I hope everyone has a good day tomorrow. 💖💖💖

#personal

[sanjuwrites]

hello on this day of nice asks i would like to ask about the love of my life aishwarya. how did you come up with her, misc trivia (what’s her favorite ice cream flavor, what dish is her absolute weakness, what kinds of books does she love) things you’re going to include in the series and things you’re not i want to know everything pls

oh my god i could go on for ages about her, i love aishu to pieces. i have an entire "aishu begins" style fic in the works, but i am happy to feed you until i finish that one (which wont be for a while lmao)

okay aishwarya rajesh is a heavy combination of people i know in my life, and some of my own personality traits thrown in there. there's a lot to be said about the lack of queer poc/brown women in hollywood, and that was definitely a driving factor of in the creation of her character. she was originally someone i would just write these little scenarios about in the margins of my notebook, going as far back as my freshman year of high school with a couple of other OCs.

ironically, i've always had the same face claim and profession for aish - anupama parameswaran (who is absolutely stunning btw) and paramedic. She evolved as I did, fleshing out into a fully fleshed character over the years.

when i restarted lone star and started engaging in the fandom, i realized that this was a safe space for this character i had shaped into someone i loved so dearly.

anyway enough about how i created her <3

favorite ice cream flavor: has to be haagen-dazs coffee-chip or talenti's chocolate peanut butter cup gelato. she's literally obsessed with chocolate and peanut butter, it's a sureshot way of getting you to forgive her.

favorite dish: aloo paratha, oh my god it's pani puri. whenever tk and carlos did something really stupid, they'd go begging Aparna to help them make aloo paratha so she'd forgive them. once carlos started picking up cooking, carlos started making it himself, picking up so many other recipes. it's a bonding thing for the trio now, where they all go to one of the three houses and make one of aparna's recipes. they absolutely carry this into their adult life, and it's one of aishwarya's favorite traditions that was carried from their childhood.

books she loves: crime thrillers. she's obsessed with them, she thinks there's so goddamn interesting, and she will make carlos read them with her and send him her insane theories (she's right almost 95% percent of the time and it drives carlos nuts) (he doesn't know she reads ahead and actually knows how it ends, and she just likes his reaction) (tk does know this and watches the chaos unfold with his cider every. single. time.)

okay so i've alluded to an aish/iris relationship before, but never really discussed anything, buuuut aish's got an ex-boyfriend, rahul. thye broke up on good terms because rahul realized aish was in love with iris but wasn't ready to confront it yet. they stayed friends and i have not decided yet, but i think they hooked up on and off throughout college, after which iris and aish reconnect again romantically (they do repair their friendship, but they both wanted more)

i'm cutting myself off, because i could tak about her for hours and still have more to share. she's so special to me.

send me more asks about her, please. i love talking about her.

#asked and answered #neha 🩷 #sanjuwrites

[daphnebowen]

season four episode three!

TIMOTHEE HAL CHALAMET BAHAHA M

richard Bowen in a hat is actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

RINA CUEEEE

what is ricky wearing on his feet his shoes are… yikes 😬

Awwww!!! Emmy brought muffins for everyone! That’s so sweet!

AWWW GINA LOOKS SO CUTE

“the tension is fierce but also appropriate for all audiences” LMAO WHAT

THEIR CHEMISTRY IS OFF THE CHARTS HOLY CRAP

ricky looks so amazed and tbh so am i

they sound so goooooodddddddd together how can anyone ever compete like tbh I almost like their version better than the og Troy and Gabriella’s

the whole cast is so involved in their song and I am absolutely here for it

“No notes” PREACH CARLOS PREACH

”my boyfriend 😃🥰”

maddox’s smile is so pretty!

STOP IM CRYING IMAGINING GINA AND RICKY SAYING GOODBYE I REALLY CANT DOES SHE KNOW WHAT SHE JUST DID

Ashlyn’s laugh is so awkward omg

me only just now realizing that Jet saying he was in love with the girl playing Elsa (aka Kourtney) could be because of the RCOSL episode where Carlos tells her to pretend to be in love with her for the drama 💀 BUT OMG ITS ALSO TRUE HEHEHEHE

Seb and Carlos fighting is physically hurting me

did Carlos even pay for that coffee or did he just walk away?

”richard, sit. Faster.”

MACK IS NOT TALKING SMACK TO ALYSON FREAKING REED OHHH ITS ABOUTTA GO DOWN

”totally forgettable in every way” not with Kourtney wearing a whole candy shop or something. Seriously why does everyone look semi normal but Kourtney??? Is the the candy land Sharpay or something??

AWWW MADDOX IS SO CUTEEEE

”disasters might be” looks right at Ricky

ricky: repeats Gina’s famous lines. Also Ricky: it’s me *pulls down glasses*

okay but in all honesty why is everyone freaking out about ms darbus leaving especially if Bailey (the character that Gina is playing) is a senior like how does that make sense??? Yes it is sad but I feel like you would get over it…?? I mean obviously it parallels with Ricky and Gina but still

“making sure you don’t fall in love with your costar” “barebones production of Romeo and Juliet” OMG DARBUS REALLY DOES KNOW EVERYTHING

rickys infamous words ! “Wow.”

kourtney: Ricky!!!! Ricky: looks behind him in confusion

“keyboard smash”

”too much sunshine. I found it depressing.” “That tracks for you, actually”

Awh I think Mazzy is a little bit jealous of Mike and Jenns relationship

“like a dog?” He’s so naive what the heck

maddox and Ashlyn flirting while kourt is just standing there awkwardly is absolutely cringe worthy

“security be d*mned!”

jets been there for less than a day, didn’t even see the “can i have this dance” duet, and still somehow knows that Ricky and Gina are “not dating.” Man this boy is the biggest supporter of rina that there ever was

the way mr mazarra just reads silently except for “hmm. Hmm. Hmmm…”

she used two thesaurus’s???

I want one of those Ricky and Gina hugs like COME ON MAN WHY AM I SO SINGLEEEE

omg when Gina said she never gets things right the first time she told him that AFTER him and nini had kissed AND HE STILL REMEMBERS AKDNFJEJHAIWIXNEJSJS I CANT THE PINING IS CRAZY

”secret make out times” YESSS RICKYYYYYY

he has absolute faith in her and her in him and i freaking LOVE IT!

omg miss jennnnnn stoppppppp interferingggg it’s driving me nuts

the tension between Jenn and Benny boo is crazy

AWW KOKO IS SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME!!

yesss Kourtney go get your therapy I’m proud of youuu 😻😻

most of the parents in this show absolutely suck but kourtneys mom is lowkey the best (ninis moms are also pretty cool but Gina’s mom, Ricky’s parents, Todd, and ejs dad all suck)

dani is FLIRTING WITH RICKY BACK AWAY GIRLIE

The look of disappointment on Gina’s face when it was Mack showing up at her trailer instead of it being Ricky :((((

NONONONONO THE WRITING THE NUMBER ON THE HAND IS SO TERRIBLE but also really cute if I actually shipped them

ginas face- girl is absolutely SHOOK

#hsmtmts #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #rina #gina porter #high school musical the musical the series

[yn-dreamlife]

Hello! I wanted to ask if I could have a comfort letter from your event? Totally ok if not!

Nicknames: princess, baby, baby girl, love, babe

Insecurities: my body (I’m chubby and still can’t look at myself very well), feeling dumb or stupid, feeling like I can never do anything right or that I’m not enough, that I’m not worth anyones love

What your comforting about: any of the insecurities is fine, I don’t mind if you just pick a couple or one and just write about that

Characters: Kirishima and Bakugou

Relationship: Dating

Pronouns: she/they

Wow….. I feel like you just gave a request for me😅. Of course I’m happy to write you a letter! It brings me so much joy to write them!! (I did have Kiri call you pebble once but only cause it’s part of your profile name, I can edit it out if it’s upsetting)

Also I am so sorry I haven’t answered this sooner! I’ve been stressed with school but still. Plus I just am forgetful- not that you or your problems don’t mean anything and are forgettable!!

Also to a broader audience and not just the requester. Please always feel free to submit requests, feedback, or anything at all. I’m happy to have a conversation! And if you submit a request and I maybe didn’t give you what you were looking for, let me know! I’ll be happy to try again :)

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Princess,

Now look here, I know I can call you stupid. And I can be mean and I teasingly pinch at your stomach but it’s not cause I think your stupid or chubby so you better not go thinking that! Tch. I do it cause… damnit your to cute and if I don’t distract myself from that I’ll be like damn shitty hair who makes heart eyes at you 24/7 - hey! It’s not my fault… they’re just so pretty, cute little pebble~ - shut it this is my time, tch. Anyways, you’re so fucking amazing it drives me nuts. Can’t get your stupid cute ass smile out of my head. And every time you hug me I can’t help but be greedy and never want you to pull away so I can feel you against me forever. I love your body, and everything you wear on said body. So if my pinching and teasing you makes you feel worse about yourself tell me and I’ll stop. The last thing I want is to… to make my baby feel worse. I love you so much- which you know it takes a lot for me to feel that way let alone admit that I feel that way. So you better believe you’re worth it god damnit. Because I think you’re so special and so so smart.

Heyyyyy there babe!

Now tell me how’s the best partner in the world doing?? I know you’ve been feeling pretty down and undeserving lately. I’m sorry your going through that and feeling like that, no one deserves that especially not you. You deserve the absolute world, all the love and validation, everything. I just want you to remember that there is nothing me and Katsuki love more than being your partners and getting to show you how amazing and worthy you really are! I mean yeah we love each other of course- but you’re out little love! I know you don’t see yourself the way we see you, and I promise I’ll be here- we’ll be here until you finally can. Also I just wanted to say thank you for all you do for me and Katsuki, you always do such a good job at any task you’re given and I can see all the effort you put in with every action!

With all our love,

Katsuki and Eijiro

#💤dreamer letters #comfort letters #comfort bakugou #katsuki bakugo #my hero academia #comfort kirishima #eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima #katsuki x eijirou #bnha #bnha kirishima #bnha bakugou #pebble.dreamer

[malonemelody]

A few words about Tár...

Let me rant about this movie because when we are talking about  Cate Blanchett I can start a TED Talk.

But anyways, TÁR.

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

Wow, let’s go.

First let’s start with my review, I already gave this movie a 5 stars rating on letterboxd because I was so hyped after I finished the movie. It may change in a few days or in a next re watch but I understand the grip people were talking about.  I was expecting some Suspiria kind of shit, a movie that I could not watch because I thought it was “too cult”. But TÁR has some funny elements and I found myself laughing a few times because of the craziness. In my letterboxd review I said that this was the “joker for saphics” since Lydia really goes nuts and over the top in some scenes. Anyways...

I thought the cinematography was obscene. The camera shots made me cr4zy since they were so beautiful. The hidden elements of Krista in the background, lurking around Lydia, driving her up to madness and guilt were just... OH GOD good! It was like a horror movie, so appealing. I guess that’s it I’m not going to pretend I know a lot about this but I thought it was great. But these elements were important for the plot too.  

I’m excited to talk about Cate’s character so let’s settle this first. Lydia Tár is like the student at Julliard described her “a bitch”. Lydia was a slave to her own narcissistic personality and what to say when people around her seem to appreciate and praise her for that kind of behaviour. She was the shit, or at least that what she thought. I can’t stop thinking about her lol I first started writing this after my first watch but now at the second watch I can’t shake this feeling that she left upon me. Lydia Tár is not real, folks, I know. I could write an essay and a research paper about this character. I have no words for Cate since I’m biased. I’m in love with this woman and after watching Tár it became more evident. She must be the only actress that I’ve watched the whole cinematography and she did not disappoint me in this one.  Incredible, just incredible acting. I had so many questions about Krista and Lydia's relationship, but it probably was just like most of Lydia's relationship's in this movie: transactional and abusive. The way that she offered a solo opportunity to Olga just so she could be in debt with her and make her happy and to Francesca too. That made me think that was the way that she treated Krista too and maybe she took it too far and that threatened Lydia's career. Anyways, just some of my thoughts...

The ending was phenomenal, nothing could ever prepare me to what happened to Lydia and I almost ran out of breath from laughing. I was not expecting that. This movie is not about the cancel culture. This movie is about every corrupted artist and person in this world. The abuse of power that could lead a person to lengths and to corrupt the artist’s own soul.

#tár #tár spoilers #cate blanchett