#the fact that there are 8 different lamps!!

[sturniologals]

Car ride-M.S

Reader x Matt

-; warnings Smut (obvi), Praise kink, Dom!Matt, Cursing.

1.8k Words

My childhood best friend matt is standing outside of his house waiting on his date to pick him up and I can’t help but to wish that he would just walk across the street and confess his love for me and it would be us going out.

A black range rover pulls to the sidewalk, the street lamp on his sidewalk corner is the only light illuminating his features-and my god does he look good. I can feel my arousal growing as i shift on my bay window seat to try and get some friction but it does nothing.

Suddenly, the car is pulling away and matt is standing there looking annoyed, not sad- but bothered. I watch him start to walk up to his door but he stops at his porch steps and rubs his hands over his face in a stressful motion.

His cargo pants are hanging low on his waist and when his hands go up, his shirt strides up a bit revealing the bottom of his stomach. His V- line is perfectly carved and his skin looks oh so soft.

After a second of him seemingly stressing over something- he starts to walk over to my house.

This is an almost daily occurrence for us since the 3rd grade when i moved into this house and i started at the same elementary school as him but still- I can’t help but to feel the pit in my stomach anytime he comes over. My parents are gone out on their weekly date night so i’m home alone. The thoughts of what he could do to me race through my mind but they quickly shut off when i hear the doorbell and I quickly jog down the stairs, stopping in the hallway to check in the mirror, my freshly applied cherry lipgloss shining on my plump lips, my hair tied back in a low ponytail.

I take a moment to think about how i’m wearing just sweats and a t shirt but remember- it’s just matt. No need to stress, he’s seen me worse than this before.

I open up the door and matt is standing at my doorstep, anxiously cracking his knuckles. When i open the door wide enough for him to come in- he quickly does so. He doesn’t say anything and just starts to jog up my stairs, headed straight on the path to my bedroom that he’s came to know so well over the last 8 years.

“Matthew!” I shout trying to catch up with him.

I make it to my room, where he’s already sitting on my bed, his back against the headboard. He’s already discarded his sneakers onto the floor and is now draping one of my fuzzy blankets over his legs.

“Cmere y/n” he says as he throws an arm up for me to cradle into. this isnt anything weird for us. we’ve always been this close but in the last year, matts started to look different. better. His hair grew out and he started to dress better. He hit puberty which came with him growing to a 5 foot, 11 inches. compared to my 5 foot, 2 inches.

I don’t question him and i just crawl into my bed next to him and rest my head on his chest as his arm falls down and starts to rub up and down my arm. After a moment or so of silence, I start to debate on whether to ask what happened with his date.

“Matt?” i say, slightly tilting my chin up so i can see his face.

“Yeah y/n?” he says looking down at me.

“What happened with your date?” i say after finally working up the courage.

“Uhm-“ he shifts his body uncomfortably but continues to speak. “Mackie thought it was just a friend thing, i guess. so when she showed up and she had a bunch of friends with her, I got kind of annoyed and just wasn’t feeling it anymore.” He says in an unbothered tone.

“Wasn’t you clear on the fact that you liked her?” i say in a quiet voice.

“Woah not a fact. I didn’t like her, i was just slightly attracted to her and i just needed to-“ He stops talking and clears his throat. I can feel my cheeks go red as my mind understands what he’s trying to say and I feel a bulge grow beside my leg. i decide this is my chance to tease him.

“Ma-“ i start to sit up but he shoots up quickly “wanna go get food?” he says quickly standing up and putting his sneakers on. I am kinda hungry.

“Uhm yeah sure” I say with an awkward smile as i grab a blue hoodie out of my closet to throw on over my black t shirt.

“Ready?” he says, standing in my doorway. I nod and we go downstairs, I grab my car keys off the table and we both walk out the door.

“You drive” I say, tossing him the keys over the roof of my dark purple jeep Cherokee. He smiles and slides into the drivers seat.

I get into the passenger side and he immediately reaches over to buckle my seat belt. He’s done this ever since I was able to drive. He says i forget to do it so he just does it for me. His long, slender fingers sliding the buckle in sends a shiver down my spine. He turns on the ignition and I make sure my body is angling toward him. I pull my cherry lipgloss out of my pocket and apply it, once i feel his eyes on me, I move extra slow and run my tongue across my lips, acting as if i’m not paying attention to him but i can see him staring at me out of the corner of his eyes. “fuck” he mutters extremely quietly.

“Hm?” I say, turning my head back to face him.

“uh” he shakes his head “matt, are you okay?” i roll his name off of my tongue as seductively as i can as i lean over the middle console. We stop at a red light and i take the opportunity. “matt, look at me” he does so.

“Your acting weird.” i say once his eyes meet mine.

“You know what your doing y/n” he says lowly before the light turns green and he adverts his attention back to the road.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” i say with a slight giggle as he continues the drive to central downtown. “You know the reason mackie thought it was a friend thing is because of you right? she thinks we’re together.” matt says harshly while pulling over by a dark, empty field. “you’re gonna cock block me and then have the audacity to rile me the fuck up like this?”

His eyes grow dark as he unbuckles his seat belt and puts the car in park. His hand starts traveling up my thigh.

“I cock blocked you? how is that my fault that she thinks we’re together?” i spit out, my breathing heavy at the feeling of his touch.

“I see you y/n, eye fucking me anytime we’re near each other. You’ve been having those thoughts for a while now yeah?” He says, leaning extremely close now, our faces inches apart.

“Matt-“ my breathing hitches when he unbuckles me and pulls me onto his lap so i’m now straddling him.

“Fuck y/n. that lipgloss.” he says in a shaky voice while bringing his thumb up to my lips.

“Matt- don’t touch me if you don’t have feelings for me because you know damn well that i-“ i start to rant but he quickly presses his mouth to mine. I pull away quickly.

“So you do-“ i try to speak but his mouth is on mine again. His lips as soft as i thought they would be. His hands traveling up my sides, his grip firm as i feel his dick harden underneath me. I groan against the feeling as his tongue swipes against my lip seeking for entry which I allow. Our tongues gliding across one another in a fight for dominance. “Please” i groan quietly into his ear.

“please what baby? use your words.”

“touch me” i say into his ear as i start to kiss down his neck. he wastes no time as his hands quickly start to slide my sweatpants off. I move with him to make it easier for him to glide my pants off.

“fuck your drenched” he says breathlessly as he starts to rub my clothed pussy.

“Matt” i moan out.

“hm?”

“more” i  pant out.

“more of what baby? tell me what you need.” he says while kissing my neck. his lips tugging and nipping at my sensitive skin.

“you matt- i want-“ my face goes red not wanting to say it.

“Say it baby. use your words.”

“i want your dick” i muster up the courage to spat out. He shifts underneath me and lets out a whimper at my words. his erection must be painful by now. He quickly slides his pants down to his thighs and lets his member spring free from the confines of his boxers, the tip red and swollen, already leaking pre cum.

“It’s too big-“ i say starting to panic at his at least 8 inches.

“your gonna be a good girl and take it, yeah?” he says and i nod eagerly. He places his hands on my hips and i help guide him to my entrance, his tip gathering in my juices before sliding into me causing me to let out a loud moan. He gives me barely any time to adjust before he’s ramming into me at a steady pace.

“Your so tight” he grunts out before leaning his head back against the seat.

“Ma-“ my words are cut off by the involuntary noises that start stringing from me when he starts to fuck up into me. I can already feel my release building and by the way his legs are shaking i can tell he’s almost there too. “Such a good girl” he praises which makes me go faster chasing our highs.

“Fuck y/n-“ he grunts out as i release onto him with a yell and he shoots his load into me. His thrusts slow down, riding out our high as we both slow our breathing. He pulls out and i rest my head on his shoulder.

“you know i love you right?” he says quietly, almost as if he’s afraid i’ll actually hear.

“you’re not just saying that because of what just happened are you?” i say quickly out of fear.

“Fuck no. No y/n, I just never knew that you felt like that about me until tonight.” He says while petting the back of my hair soothingly.

“I love you too matt” i say, placing a quick kiss onto his lips.

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Snitches Get Stitches: Chapter 9

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Chapter CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, smut, mutual masturbation, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies, legal inaccuracies. No use of Y/N. Any opinions on NHL teams expressed by my characters are not my own and describe fictional versions of these teams.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: It’s been a minute, Dogfighters fans! I had to catch up on requests and then last week we celebrated 200 followers with our first ever press conference! Check out that in the tag “#sdd press conference” If you haven’t read Chapter 8.5 which is Jake’s POV of Chapter 8, you can find that here!

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You wake to the scratch of unfamiliar fabric against your cheek. Blinking against the afternoon light that slips in through the curtains to your right, your eyes adjust and you realize you’re in a bed, an unfamiliar bed. Your chest tightens in panic, struggling to remember how you got here until a familiar scent hits your nostrils. Jake. The whole room smells like him but especially the bed. You relax into the mattress letting the scent envelop you and calm your racing heart. You’re in Jake’s bed, you’re safe. You’re in Jake’s bed. Your heart is pounding for a completely different reason now. Finally, your brain catches up to your situation and you remember everything: the car crash, Jake coming to get you, and you agreeing to stay at his place tonight. You groan as a dull throbbing in your head reminds you that you’re concussed. It doesn’t feel too serious and you’ll probably feel better in the morning but for now, you feel like shit.

You shift uncomfortably and your hand brushes something wet and a gentle whine questions you. You turn your head gingerly and smile as you see that Pudding is sprawled next to you, worry in her chocolate eyes as she nudges your hand with her nose gently. “Hey girl, where’s your dad, huh?” She whines again, lifting her huge head and scooting her fluffy body closer to you, dropping her head on your stomach and you chuckle, moving your hand to stroke the fur on her head. “I missed you too, baby. I think I messed things up with your dad. I’m sorry I wasn’t here this morning.” Your heart aches as you remember Jake leaving last night. And now you’re in his bed. You’re confused, to say the least, but you figure that’s just Jake’s big heart getting in the way of his head.

You should go home. Maybe you can call Zam and have her stay over to keep an eye on you. You glance around for your phone and see it on the nightstand, plugged into a charger you can only assume is Jake’s. It feels like it’s an ocean away due to the fact that, of course, your giant hockey player sleeps in a king-sized bed all by himself. Well not entirely by himself, you think as you continue to snuggle with Pudding. With her head on your stomach, you can’t get to your phone so you swallow down your anxiety and call for Jake. Your voice is scratchy from disuse and you cringe at the sound. Pudding shifts her head to look at the door and you hear footsteps approach the open doorway as Jake comes in, a mixture of concern and relief knitting his brow. He’s holding a glass of water with a straw in it, and he smiles at you as he turns on a lamp next to the bed, sitting down on the edge and leaning over to get a better look at you.

“Hey Bunny, how’re you feeling?” You smile back, suddenly shy under his gaze.

“Better. Thanks for letting me stay over.” He frowns at the scratchy sound of your voice and holds the glass near your mouth, letting the straw rest on your lips and you sip gratefully. You make the mistake of meeting his eyes as you suck at the straw and feel your cheeks heat at the intensity in them. A strand of your hair slips across your face as you shift to sit up a little and Jake instantly reaches to tuck it back behind your ear. Your breath catches as you drink and the water goes down the wrong pipe. You choke, coughing violently as you release the straw from your lips, turning to shield Jake from your coughs, and pounding your fist against your chest. His hand presses to your back, smoothing circles into it as you catch your breath. “Sorry,” you croak as you look back up at him, eyes watering from the burn of the water in your throat. You take the glass from his other hand, foregoing the straw to gulp down the water in an attempt to soothe the burning in your throat. You hand the glass back to him and he leans over to place it on the nightstand next to your phone. You motion for him to pass it to you. “I need to let Cyclone know I won’t be in tomorrow.” Jake shakes his head gently.

“Don't worry about that. Zam’s already taken care of that. I hope you don’t mind, but I gave her your keys and had her grab you some clothes.” You shake your head.

“Thanks.”

“Just wanted to make sure you would be comfortable here.”

“I’m always comfortable here.” You whisper so low that you're not sure he heard you. “Though I feel bad hogging your bed, isn’t there a guest room I could use instead?” You shift nervously. You think you see his cheeks pinken slightly but it could just be a trick of the lamplight.

“Yeah but it’s not set up yet, it’s kind of a mess right now. I haven’t had time to put the bed together yet with my leg and all that.” Your eyes widen.

“Wait then where are YOU sleeping?” He’d invited you into his home without a second thought but now you were dreading his answer

“The couch is just fine for me, Bunny.” Your face fell.

“Jake! I can’t kick you out of your bed in your own home AND make you sleep on the couch!” He chuckles, reaching to trace formless shapes on the back of your hand.

“Don’t you worry about me, Bunny. You’re the patient today. Just let me take care of you.”

You pout up at him, frowning. “You’re still my patient too, you know. It's only fair for me to want to take care of you too.” Jake squeezes his eyes shut and groans.

“Please don’t remind me, Bunny.”

“Remind you of what?”

“That I’m your patient.” You frown again.

“Well tough shit, Lola, you are.” The corners of his mouth raise even as his eyes stay squeezed shut.

“I love it when you call me that.” He says, actively fighting the smile stretching across his face.

“You said it yourself, Jake. We’re a team.” You giggle and Jake peeks at you out of one eye, groaning again.

“Bunny, you’re killing me.” You feel your face heat in embarrassment. For the first time since you called Jake after the accident, you think about what you’re doing here. You called him immediately, screaming for him, and then you practically climbed him like a tree the moment he arrived, and now you’re flirting with him while lying in his bed. All after you’d practically begged him to keep your relationship professional. You’d thrown that all away over the course of the last twenty-four hours and now all you could feel was shame, hanging your head.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is a whisper and you hate how it wavers. “I’m so sorry, Jake.”

“Bunny…” You peek up, unable to lift your head, and look at him directly. His eyes are open and gazing at you with a look that knocks the air out of your lungs. His hand reaches out, gripping your chin lightly and tilting your head up to look back at him.

“Jake…” You hate the way he can hear the tears in your voice, and he can surely see them blurring your vision. “Jake, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have called you. I’m so sorry.”

“Bunny, no.” His hand shifts to cup your jaw, the cool pad of his thumb stroking over the heated apple of your cheek. “I’m so glad you called me, Bunny, that you trust me enough to call me.” His smile is rueful, his eyes holding so much gentleness that you don’t deserve.

“But I asked you to be professional and then all I’ve done is not be, and,” you swallow, trying to stop the trembling that’s taken over your shoulders. “I’m making a mess of everything.” The words are choked as you force them out.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, baby. Don’t you dare blame yourself.” His lips press into a line, the grip on your jaw tightening, thumb still stroking your cheek with contrasting gentleness.

“But it is, Jake. It’s all my fault. You got in a fight today because of me. Then I wrecked your truck. Those could have been PR nightmares if the wrong people were there and I’m playing with not just my career but your career too and all because I can’t think straight around you anymore because I’m just so in love with you.” Your voice breaks in a sob and your shoulders shake as the dam in your eyes shatters and tears make their way down your cheeks, blurring your vision so drastically that you can’t see the look on Jake’s face until you swipe at your eyes, and your heart stops at the look on his face.

You’re not sure that Jake’s breathing. There are tears in his eyes and his fingers are trembling where they’re holding your face. “You’re in love with me?” You’ve never heard him sound so tentative. Not even when he told you about his leg or his coach.

You swallow hard, laughing softly as you reach out a hand to lay it softly against his rough cheek, nodding. All the fear, guilt, and shame melt away and all you can see is this beautiful, strong man so shocked that you could possibly love him when you couldn’t imagine not. “Jake Seresin, I love you so much that it genuinely scares me.” You avert your eyes as your confession makes you shy all over again under the intensity of his gaze. Your eyes dart back up though as Jake leans his forehead against yours and you can taste the breath that leaves his lips.

“If you go, I go, Bunny.” He whispers the words against your lips and they don’t sound like a secret, they sound like a prayer. Before they can slip away into the liminal space that’s Jake’s bedroom and run away forever, leaving the two of you in the dim light, you seal them forever between your lips as you close the gap. Jake kisses you back instantly and while you can taste the desperation in his lips, he’s slow, and gentle, taking time that the two of you don’t have. Because after this? You’re officially living on borrowed time until everything falls apart around you, but in this moment you can’t be bothered to care anymore because the man you love so much it hurts is holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the entire world. You sigh against his mouth as he nips at your lower lip, tongue sliding against the seam begging for entrance. He takes advantage of your parted lips, sweeping in, stroking his tongue along yours as you feel the weight of Pudding’s head lift from your stomach and then Jake’s arms are hauling you up, awkwardly into his lap. It’s perfect for all of five seconds before your head throbs at the sharp movement and then it feels like you’re spinning as your hands grip Jake’s shoulders trying to ground yourself. Jake must notice something’s wrong because he pulls away, concern in his eyes as they search your face as it twists into a grimace and you press your forehead against his roughly, hoping to alleviate the throbbing.

“Bunny? You okay?” Jake strokes your hair gently as his brow furrows against your forehead.

“Head hurts.” You grit out. “Feel dizzy.” He’s pulling away then and you whimper at the loss of contact until he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not entirely sure about the medical benefits of kissing it better but it’s worth a shot. I’m gonna grab you some Tylenol just in case.” You pout at him as he pulls away and slides back across the bed before leaving the room. “I’ll be right back.” He promises but you still feel your heart ache once he’s out of view. You turn to give Pudding a longing look and she returns it.

“Pud, I love him so much.” You whisper as you reach over to give her head a scratch and she nuzzles your hand in agreement. You bathe in comfortable silence for a few minutes as you wait for Jake before you finally let the words escape your lips nervously. “Do you think he loves me?” Sure he’d said it back in his own way, but the cynical part of your brain is itching with uneasiness until Jake’s voice pulls your attention back to the doorway where he’s leaning against the frame, holding the refilled glass of water and pill bottle, gazing at you and Pudding with so much unabashed adoration is his eyes.

“I would say so.” Your cheeks flush at being caught in your moment of vulnerability. Jake crosses the room, climbing back on the bed, giving Pudding a scratch before lacing his fingers with yours and guiding you back against the pillows as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you more than you can imagine, Bunny.” You feel your tears from earlier threatening to make a second appearance as he strokes your cheek with the hand that’s not holding yours, littering your lips with quick pecks. You whimper under him as his lips change trajectory to the side of your mouth to trace the line of your jaw. He pauses as he gets to the sensitive underside of your jaw, nosing at the spot gently, before pressing a revering kiss there. “And as much as I want to show you exactly how much, you need to get some rest.” You whine at his words, reaching your free hand from where it’s been fisting the sheets under you to thread through his golden locks, pulling him up to look at you.

“You’re such a tease.” He grins at your pout before pressing a kiss to it, giving your hand one last squeeze before he sits up to grab the pills and water. You sit up slowly, adjusting the pillows to prop you up as Jake hands the glass and you take the pills obediently before slouching back against the pillows, content to gaze at Jake as he traces formless shapes on your legs. You groan, exhausted, as you gaze down at the slacks and blouse you wore today instead of your usual scrubs. Discomfort settles over you and you scowl as you sit up, scanning the room for the clothes Jake mentioned earlier.

“Looking for something, Bunny?”

“The clothes you mentioned. I need out of these dress clothes.” He chuckles as you scrunch your nose up in distaste before sliding off the bed and grabbing a familiar duffel bag from the floor, passing it to you.

“That’s what Zam brought, do you need help getting to the bathroom?” You hesitate but the idea of faceplanting on Jake’s floor isn’t ideal so you nod, reaching out a hand for him to help you get across the ocean of sheets but when Jake pulls you along, he doesn’t stop with just helping you to the edge of your bed. Instead, he swings you into his arms, keeping a firm hold on your butt as he reaches back to grab the duffel bag and swing it over the shoulder you’re not leaning on before readjusting you in his arms and carrying you towards a closed door across the room despite your protests.

“Jake, I can walk, I promise! You shouldn’t be carrying me with your knee still healing!” You scowl at him but he just leans over and kisses the tip of your nose before depositing you on the bathroom counter. He places the bag next to you and you open it before letting out a long groan, leaning your head back against the mirror. You can’t believe Zam, truly.

“Everything okay?” Jake asks cautiously and you can tell he’s fighting the urge to look in your bag and see what’s bothering you so much. You just sigh and pull out the shirt on top, unfurling it so he can see it and you watch the grin spread across his face as he takes in the familiar shade of green. “I don’t see the problem here, Bunny.” He’s laughing, his shit-eating grin so wide that his dimples are prominent as you lower the Dallas Stars shirt with Jake’s face plastered all over it and SERESIN emblazoned across the front, with the number 86 on the back facing you. You roll your eyes, if he wants something to laugh at, you can give him something to laugh at. Setting the shirt down next to you, you pull your blouse over your head and you hear his laughter falter. You smirk at him as his green eyes go wide at the sight of your plain cotton black bra. “B-bunny, what are you doing?” Your fingers drop to the button of your slacks and you arch an eyebrow at him as you unbutton them, the sound of the zipper deafening as you push your butt up just enough to wiggle your pants down and they slide down your legs to fall to the floor in a puddle. You don’t know what’s brought on this confidence that’s so unlike you, but confessing your feelings to Jake and having him reciprocate them has you feeling bold.

“Changing.” You say as innocently as you can, still smirking at him as he groans. Emboldened by the sound of pure desire from his lips, you readjust yourself, shifting your legs so he gets a flash of the dampening fabric between them before reaching for the shirt.

“Bunny.” You smile wider at the sound of desperation, giggling at him.

“No physical activity when you’re concussed, remember Jake? Complete rest is necessary for the first couple of days.” He groans again, staring at you like he’s just barely holding himself back, one hand dropping to the front of his shorts and your eyes follow to where you can just see the outline of his growing erection. You trap your lip between your teeth as you suppress a groan yourself as Jake gasps his cock through his shorts, head falling back at the sensation. He lifts it to gaze at you through half-lidded eyes swimming with desire. You let your hand trail down your body before sliding it past the waistband of your panties and Jake growls.

“Bunny-” He’s cut off by your loud moan as your fingers ghost over your clit, your legs falling open of their own accord, showing off the dark spot on your green panties and the outline of your fingers behind them, teasing your dripping slit with delicate touches, your breath coming out in short pants.

“Jake!” You whine his name as the sensations overwhelm you and your finger lingers on your clit, shifting from ghosting touches to rubbing in a circular motion over the aching bud.

“Fuck, Bunny!” Jake’s shorts are pooled around his ankles and he’s leaned against the wall opposite you, his hand slipped into his own underwear, stroking his length in shaky movements as he watches you chase your pleasure.

You shift forward so you’re hanging off the counter as you speed up your movements, the coil in your belly tightening faster than you’d anticipated at the sight of Jake about to cum in his boxers at the sight of you. You let your body slump back against the mirror behind you, the cool surface soothing your sweat-slicked back. You’re chanting his name like a prayer as you get closer, your movements going faster as you feel the wrist grasping the counter begin to burn with the strain of making sure you don’t slide off as your slick soaks through your panties.

“Bunny!” Jake cries out your name as his body goes slack, his movements turning sloppy as he works himself through his peak, and the sight of him lost to his own pleasure pushes you over the edge and you answer his cries with ones of your own as you go boneless on the counter, your fingers rubbing tight circles as you ride the wave of your orgasm.

Your wrist gives out and you feel your body begin to slide down the counter. You use the last of your strength to claw at the marble to stop your fall, but strong arms wrap around your bare thighs as Jake crosses the bathroom just in time to catch you. You blink up at him in orgasmic bliss as he gathers you against his chest. You feel the damp spot on the front of his boxers against your thigh as you listen to the beat of his heart as it struggles to slow after the exertion you’ve both partaken in. “I love you, Jake.” You whisper against his chest as he strokes over your hair gently.

“I love you too, Bunny.” He presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head as he holds you close.

***

You’re back in Jake’s bed, freshly showered and dressed in clean underwear and the shirt with Jake’s face all over it. After your strength came back, Jake had left you in his bathroom to shower while he took the guest one and now you were waiting for him to come back. Pudding is snuggled against your left side and you’re hoping her dad will join on your right. The door swings open and Jake comes in, pajama pants slung low on his hips as he sits gently on the edge of the bed, offering his hand to your outstretched one.

“Will you stay?” You ask, hesitantly, gazing up at him shyly.

“Do you want me to stay?” He rubs his thumb along the back of your entangled hands. You nod and Jake doesn’t hesitate to pull back the covers and slide underneath. You reach for him and he chuckles, scooting close and you curl up against his warm chest, breathing in the scent you know so well plus a crisp coating of cleanness. “You comfy, Bunny?”

“Very.” You assure him as he chuckles and you feel the rumble under your cheek, sighing contentedly. “Jake?”

“Yes, Bunny?”

You hate to ruin the mood but you need to know what’s happening before you let yourself truly fall away from all reason. “Will you still be here when I wake up?” Jake reaches a hand to stroke your hair and he presses a kiss there and you feel him nod against your head.

“I’ll be here. I told you. if you go, I go.” Your heart aches.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” you say, idly tracing shapes on his bare chest.

“That’s fine with me, sweetheart, I can do hard.” You hear the smirk in his voice and swat at his chest but without any real force. He pauses before he asks, “Zam said she was working on something? What’s that about?” You sigh.

“It seems we weren’t as subtle as we thought we were being. Zam caught on and then she said she’d see if she could find some way to help us make this work.” Jake’s hand shifts to your back as he thinks.

“Zam really is the best, isn’t she, Bunny?”

“She really is.” You smile softly, pausing before you ask. “So we’re doing this?”

“I’m in if you are, Bunny. We’re a team, remember?” You press a gentle kiss to his chest at his sweet words.

“Yes, yes we are.”

A/N: They’re official! It’s been a long time coming but our favorite couple has officially sealed the deal~

#snitches get stitches // sdd #san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters au #san diego dogfighters hockey au #sgs // sdd #tgm hockey au #top gun maverick hockey au #top gun maverick #TGM #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #hangman x you #no use of y/n

[deadmomjokes]

What does the bean love about hotels?

Short, unhelpful answer: EVERYTHING

More truthful: I have no way of knowing what it is, exactly, but by golly she loves them.

It's got big beds! There's usually a big TV (even tho we never turn it on)! Tiny fridge, sneaky camouflaged microwave, gigantic mirror--sometimes several of those! It's all magical because it's new and out of place but also baseline familiar in a lot of cases.

It has everything she'd expect from her home, but it's not her home, and most hotels are both very similar to each other and very different while being similar. Some have a pool. Some have a big lobby. Some have stairs. Some have food. Some have carpet floors and others have slidey floors. But all hotels have at least one bed and a bathroom and lots of doors and rooms, and a person you have to talk to so you can get the keys/cards. (Sometimes that person has lollipops or stickers for if you're a small adorable child who uses polite words and isn't destroying the lobby, which is extra exciting when you are, in fact, a small child.)

There's probably also an element of relief to it, because we only stay in hotels when we've been driving a long time. So a hotel represents a chance to be comfortable, and not stuck in a car, and usually also comes with food. Hotel breakfast is everything fun about a restaurant, but in jammies! And it's so fun to eat restaurant food dinner in what is essentially a big bedroom, because we never do that at home!

Honestly, when you think about it, a hotel really is quite magical and surreal. It's like a little bit of home, but not your home, and not really anyone else's home, but it has everything you need, and it just sits there? Waiting for you? How weird is that? And what does it do when nobody's there? You just go in, have a visit, and then leave, and you never go back to that same hotel room again.

There's tiny soap and tiny shampoo and SO many towels--why does it have so many towels? The three of us have, like, three towels max in our bathroom at home, and that's all we need, but somehow every single one of those hotel towels gets used in a single night. It's bizarre!

All the doors look the same, but do all the rooms look the same inside? You'll never know, because you only stay in one. So do all the other rooms have people in them, too? Where are they going? Why are they at this hotel where you are also at? Why are the beds in the rooms so tall? Why are there so many pillows? What's with the long air conditioner right under the window, and why does it make such a big noise all the time? How do they make enough hot water for everybody? How do they make the keys work when it's just a card? How come there are never any big lights in the ceiling even though there's light switches, just little lamps that have buttons on them too?

These are all real questions we've gotten from her during hotel stays, by the way.

I wish I could articulate it better, but I don't think I really could, given that this was her answer when I asked:

I love hotels!

[me: me too! What about hotels do you love?]

I love.... I love Motel 6, and Super 8, and there should be a 7 one so it goes 6 7 8, but there's Red Roof Inn, and the one with the sun on it, and Comfort Inn-- "inn" is another word for "hotel," but I like to say "hotel" because.... Um.... I love hotels!

So there you have it...? I guess?

The kid just really likes hotels lol

#adventures of bean #she 'collects' them #we try to stay at different ones each time we have to do a hotel so she can get a new one for her list #so far she favors motel 6 because they tend to have slidey floors #and super 8 because it's 'super' like a superhero #tho we did get an epic deal on a comfort inn room once and that was LUXURIOUS #she said it was a big fancy hotel and we should definitely go again lol

[whiskeybeforesunset]

Ghosts Part 2 | Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Synopsis: Reader is with Joel and Ellie as they continue their stay in Jackson. As always, slow burn. Bittersweet talks and heated arguments. Maybe a bit of a different kind of heat as a treat. 

Warnings: Arguing, Joel enters a room before knocking as sees the Reader somewhat undressed (think swimsuit), with that Reader’s body is mentioned but no specific details are given, out of character Joel, shamefully little about Ellie in this chapter.

Author’s note **IMPORTANT PLEASE READ**: For those who have enjoyed the story so far, I’m wondering if you have a preference on how I handle the events of Episode 8. I understand the importance of that darker storyline, and that some readers may prefer it remain in this adaptation. However, I don’t believe Ellie’s SA is necessary in what is meant to be a love story. There are also several logistical issues as to how Ellie may have been captured if there was still an adult able to hunt for/protect her. Right now, my favorite alternative is either Joel or the Reader having a bad case of the flu (fever so high they could die), so there’s still a potential danger without having to include that particular storyline. Plus, everyone loves a good sick fic. Let me know if you guys might enjoy that, if you have any additional thoughts I would love to hear them. 

Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

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The heaviness between you and Joel dissipates as the lights sputter back on and voices around you begin to discuss the movie. Tommy suggests you and Joel come over to theirs for a late night drink, but Joel swiftly declines and begins to make his way towards the nearest exit. You give Tommy a sympathetic shrug before following Joel outside. 

You step out into the cold night air just in time to see Ellie swiftly making her way back to the house, at least you hope that’s where she’s going. She just needs some alone time, you tell yourself. It’s not like she has much of an opportunity for it traveling across the country. He seems to consider following her, but slows his pace upon noticing the familiar tree in his path.

“Y’know,” you say, slightly out of breath as you jog up to be beside him. “I was thinking about taking the scenic route back. He peers at you through the corner of his eye. Looking back up to where Ellie was last visible he exhales slowly, creating a puff of steam as he does so.

“You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like.” He accepts your offer with a short nod, and follows as you turn and begin the alternative path to your temporary home. 

In the absence of the bustling movie-goers, a silence once again falls over you. Looking at Joel, you notice his eyebrows are set in a way that makes him look more irritated than usual. Who knew that was even possible? Still, there was something about him that was just so… striking. Not in that way, because Joel is well, Joel… right? But still, you can’t deny the way the sparing lamp light accents his more rugged features. It certainly causes one’s imagination to-

Joel clears his throat and you suddenly become very aware of the fact that you are staring, and presumably have been doing so for a long time. You quickly swivel your head away from him, hoping the cold would provide a good enough cover for the pink on your cheeks.

“So,” you start, desperate to clear the thoughts at the top of your mind, “Maria seems like a good fit for Tommy.” He huffs out a laugh. The sound of your boots against gravel count out the seconds in which you wait for a longer response from him. 

“Well, I think it’s sweet.” A small smile comes to your face at the idea of your friend being able to live a fulfilling life in Jackson.

“Sweet, huh?” Joel asks, not so much denying the label as he is surprised that you’re saying it.

“Yeah I mean, it’s nice to know there’s a chance of ending up with something like that. Even in this world.” You elaborate.

“I didn’t think you the type,” he looks at you and says with a slightly amused tone. 

“Yeah, well,” you return his gaze. “With the right person of course.” You both stay like that for a moment, your eyes glance at his lips as he opens and closes them, debating whether or not to say something. 

“What about you?” You hesitantly ask, immediately regretting it as Joel turns his head to face forward again. Although you briefly wonder if you had really said anything at all due to his lack of response. You’re eyes still on him, you watch his face shift through emotions. 

“I, uh,” he pauses looking down at the gravel path. “I reckon I’m passed that sort of thing now, not really an option anymore.” He turns his heading, as if to avoid your reaction. 

“Oh,” is the final word said as you two conclude your walk to the house silently.

Upon entering you remember your plan to talk to Ellie, but decide against it when you see Joel heading for the room she’s staying in. It’s probably for the best, he’s always better at talking her down anyways. You sigh, and decide you’ll finish off this very confusing day with a hot shower. Might as well while you can, right?

…

Turning the shower head off, you notice yelling you hadn’t previously made out through the water splashing on tile. 

You make your way out of the bathroom and into the adjoining bedroom, trying to catch snippets of the argument as you dry off and begin to get dressed. A door slams and loud footsteps make their way up the stairs. 

You make a mental note to check in on the two of them -separately- sometime tomorrow. However, this plan is scratched as Joel bursts through the door. 

“Oh,” Joel’s rage-filled face quickly fills with embarrassment and something you can’t quite make out as his eyes scan over your body. “Sorry, I, um-” he stutters out, turning so that he's perpendicular to the doorway. 

“It’s fine, Joel.” You offer him a reassuring smile as a blush comes over your face. After all, he didn’t see anything he wouldn’t have seen at a public pool back in the day. Even if the context is a bit more… intimate. 

“Tell me, what’s so important that you had to immediately come and speak to me.” You say in a joking tone, grabbing something to finish covering yourself up. Joel turns to you, eyes slightly unfocused. His brain yet to recover from the unexpected scene discovered upon his entrance. 

“That one sounded a bit more heated than normal.” You add, hoping to jog his memory.

“What? Oh, yes. Yes. We uh,” his gaze hardens as he regains his composure, also taking a moment to close the door. “We need to talk.”

“Okay.” You respond, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and adjusting to his more serious tone. 

“Look, I think it might be best if going forward you take Ellie alone.” Your eyes quickly look up at him. He remains standing near the entrance of the room, arms crossed and face turned slightly to avoid your gaze. 

“What?” You say, blinking rapidly as your mouth finally catches up to your brain. It feels like it’s processing a million thoughts per second.

“This last month, all I’ve learned is how weak I’ve become.” Joel says, bringing a hand to his creased brow.

“What are you talking about?” You challenge, unable to understand how he came to this conclusion. 

“Tess.” At the mention of her name, the room goes quiet. “If it wasn’t for me she…” he sighed and began pacing around the small room. 

“What happened in Kansas City, I’m too slow and deaf. Christ, if you weren’t there.” Joel takes a deep breath before continuing. “She’s only 14, and all I’ve done so far is put her in further danger. And you…” You shake your head saying his name to begin to dispel what he is saying but he cuts you off.

“I’m weak.” He says quietly.

“You are not weak.” You respond at a similar volume.

“Lately there are these moments… like earlier today,” he states, finally sparing you a glance. “That’s not the first time it’s happened, it’s just the first time you’ve seen it.” 

The room goes quiet as you process this new information. Joel comes to sit next to you at the foot of the bed.

“I have these dreams,” he says shakily. “I don’t know what happens in them, I can’t remember. I just know that when I wake up, I’ve lost something.”

Cool water drips from your hair and onto your neck, dampening your shirt. You sit in shock, unsure of how to respond.

“I’m failing in my sleep. It’s all I do, it’s all I’ve ever done is fail her.”

“You’re not-” you start, but as you turn to look at him you are met with a teary eyed glare, begging you not to continue. You close your eyes and rub two fingers against your temple, questioning the events that have brought you to this point, sighing as you lay back on the bed.

“She likes you more.” You say casually as you stare at the ceiling, changing the topic slightly but still remaining on subject.

“No she doesn’t.” Joel says in a dejected voice. You heard a rustling of fabric as your averted gaze allows for Joel to wipe his tears without feeling judged.

“Yes she does.” You state matter-of-factly.

“Trust me, after the… talk we just had, no she doesn’t.” He says sharply. You stare at the motionless ceiling fan debating whether or not to ask.

“What’d you say?” You question, curiosity getting the better of you.

“Same thing I told you.” He says in an exhausted tone. 

“Well, I can see why she might hate you then.” You say half joking. He turns his head to glare at you but doesn’t respond. “What’d she say?”

“She… she said she wasn’t Sarah.” His response causes you to sit up.

“She knows about Sarah?” You ask, he nods in response. You sit for a minute trying to form a response, before you can, Joel speaks again.

“She won’t want me there. You’ll be fine, better, without me.” He says as he begins to stand up.

“Well what if I want you there?” You say, standing to your feet. The exclamation surprises you as much as it does him. He turns back to look at you. You feel your face begin to tighten as the reality of the situation begins to settle in. You aren’t a fool, you know what happens if you leave alone with Ellie tomorrow. By the time you return to Jackson, Joel will be long gone. You’ll have no way of getting in contact or finding him again. If he goes now, you know it’s goodbye. 

“What if I need you?” You say, embarrassed by the wavering in your voice. The light from the bedside lamp reflects his dark eyes. His hand reaches forward momentarily, before returning to his side, balling up into a fist. 

“Tommy’ll meet you at the stables tomorrow morning.” He says, not acknowledging your words as he looks at the wooden floor boards below. “They’ll be a horse ready for you.” Joel quickly exists before you can reply. You feel a rise in your gut as the slammed door echoes throughout the room.

“God dammit!” You yell, throwing your bag across the room. 

Your anger fades observing your scattered belongings. Deep torrid breaths become shorter and more broken as you feel tears start to form in your eyes. Your throat tightens and you suppress a hiccup from escaping. 

You bite your lip and shake your head, wiping the tears away. Crawling into bed, you tell yourself you don’t have the liberty to be upset over disagreements with your now ex… companion. You have a job to do, keep the kid safe, get her where she needs to go. That’s what’s important, you reassure yourself before turning off the light. 

Sleep does not come easy though, as the events of the day replay in your head. You shift onto your back and stare at the shadows running across the ceiling, unable to keep the image of Joel’s heart broken eyes out of your mind. 

#joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x gender neutral reader #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller x m!reader #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x masc!reader #pedro pascal #Joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff #the last of us #the last of us fuc #tlou #the last of us fanfic #the last of us fanficiton #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x fem!reader #pedro pascal x gn reader #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal last of us #pedro pascal x you #joel miller x you #pedro pascal x fem reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x masc!reader #pedro pascal x m!reader

[completeoveranalysis]

[8]

Ok Evil Wolverine what do you have to say. 

Oh. 

No Evil Wolverine is full of shit. 

But I think you can see an interesting side of him here that I’m not sure has been on display before. Usually he narrates about how great his plan is or how angry he is that his plan isn’t working, but here he’s talking about something entirely different. He’s watching Lava Lamp make these choices and he seems THRILLED that making the decisions he is. 

I don’t know if he has Plans for Lava Lamp (he was originally meant to be killed by Fai after all), but lacking any future knowledge this scene is tacked onto the moment where Lava Lamp FINALLY starts to be a bit less tragically alone by having the Tsubasa Family share his decision and the consequences of it. Evil Wolverine, in turn, is celebrating the fact that Lava Lamp is making the same type of decision that HE might make. 

So we effectively see Evil Wolverine himself ALSO take comfort in the idea that other people are like him. That they’re making the same decisions and facing the same consequences that he’s so focussed on. 

Even though it’s a bit of an evil monologue moment we’re accidentally privy to Evil Wolverine ALSO being so alone and isolated in his ruins and his plans that he’s visibly excited over any perceived similarity he has with someone else. He’s thrilled into monologuing over the PERCEPTION that Lava Lamp can make the same hard choices he does, that he’s willing to cause suffering to get what he wants. 

And it’s clearly not actually the same. Lava Lamp is torn up inside to the point that the Tsubasa Family were finally moved into realising that he ISN’T as calm and collected and unaffected as he pretends to be. Lava Lamp was emotionally devastated by the choice he made here and was willing to let it destroy him before the others saw this and stopped him. 

It’s a far cry from Evil Wolverine who feels nothing as he destroys the lives of thousands upon thousands upon thousands of people - endless worlds tossed into the tragedy pyre far beyond our ability to measure - for his own private goals. 

He’s also missing the Agency factor. Lava Lamp doesn’t REALLY have any choice here. He can’t ACTUALLY choose to stay here in this time loop and never ask any questions that deviate from the plot. The time loop was ending the second they arrived. In reality, they DIDN’T make this choice. It happened around them completely independent of anything they actually did on purpose. In reality, this was a choice that EVIL WOLVERINE made by forcing this reality on the people trapped in the time loop in the first place. NO-ONE ELSE did this. No-one else set this up or chose to be here or chose to end this. It’s all on him - the ENTIRE SERIES is on him. 

It’s all choices that he forced on other people from start to finish. So even though he’s really fond of the idea that "Lava Lamp made a hard choice here and this makes him just as selfish as Evil Wolverine", he is deluding himself. Not a single other person can really take the blame for these lives that he’s destroyed, no matter how much Evil Wolverine tries to convince himself that they might. 

The only real question I have is whether Evil Wolverine is telling himself this because he’s entirely delusional or if it’s out of emotional desperation, and he’s just that eager to have a connection with the people he watches all day every day. 

Evil Wolverine is developing his own little parasocial relationship here, delighting in the percieved brutality in people that doesn't really exist and using it to back up his own warped misinterpretation of reality.

It's all just a bit sad really.

#This pathetic murder man out here really THAT lonely #Even though like #He DID have Xing Huo before he killed her #And he could probably confide in Kyle if he wanted to #But honestly who would? Ugh #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 187 #Evil Wolverine #It’s interesting that Yuuko has so many insights into the human psyche #All through the wishes they make and what it means #And Evil Wolverine THINKS he has the same insight #And he has a POINT #But he’s distorted every parameter around the point #Until it no longer means anything #Yuuko deals in people living their lives naturally and making choices #Of their own free will and on purpose #(She privately approves or disapproves but doesnt interfere) #But Evil Wolverine FORCES situations on people #And congratulates himself when they make an unwilling choice he likes #It’s honestly very Republican of him

[justaleksey]

*opens old af word file labeled "Wingdings Translator"* i knew my Undertale au obsession would come in handy one day!

so for those who don't know, the weird squiggles (haha) we all saw were in fact in english, just in a different font, wingdings, that exists in word and turns all the letters and numbers into more obscure symbols that aren't in the standard ASCII table.

coincidentally, this font was also used for an easter egg in Undertale, and is spoken (presumably) only by a secret character that exists only in game code by the name of W. D. Gaster (WD stands for wingdings, also presumably). you can google more if you want to, but thats the general idea

so i wanted to decipher what the symbols said to try and see if there was anything interesting (spoiler: no, not really)

the instruction sheets supposedly are the same as the original mouse trap's (i'm not familiar with the game so i just don't know, also we got to see only the first three pages properly). the symbols are sometimes hard to see and understand but i translated the first picture and all the positions with numbers and some of the other stuff and it didn't contain anything sinister:

PLUG HOLE TAB SLOT TAB

1. BASE A 2. GEAR SUPPORT 3. GEAR 4. CRANE 5. GEAR 6. STOP SIGN 7. LAMP POST 8. SHOW (the page says show, but maybe it was supposed to be shoe?) 9. STAIRWAY 10. BUCKET 11. METAL BALL

and then there's stuff that Mr. Squiggles has said, which is also just something you'd probably expect:

Ah it's simple you just have to find the cage

The cage was in Charlie remember?

Another piece is in a jar of something sweet ;)

The last one comes at a price :/

so yeah just stuff ig

this is my translator which is not perfect by any means also it doesn't have punctuation symbols and you can make it yourself in word in like 10 minutes but use that if you wanna

#generation loss #genloss #genloss spoilers #ranboo #what a stream huh

[sunshinemunchkin]

Complicated Freak

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: a late night at eddie's ran too long, leaving you in the compromising situation of having to rush home. but eddie isn't about to let you go that easily.

warnings: 18+ (minors DNI!!), smut, nudity, kissing, hickies, pinning, fingering, oral sex (male/fem. receiving), unprotected p in v sex, finger sucking, degradation, mild spit play, cum inside

word count: 2.6k

a/n: will i ever stop titling my fics after song names? probably not... anyways, first eddie fic <3 also i adore this gif 🥰🦋

you loathed the man that sat against his headboard at the moment. grinning like a damn cat as you struggled to find your clothes that were strewn across the room in last nights endeavors. "shit, where're my pants, ed?" eddie, on the other hand, was absolutely no help to you, his arms resting behind his head as his bare chest rose and fell with amusement. his lower half covered by the blanket, hiding all thrilling images from sight. the only thing sticking out being his foot at the edge of the bed.

"no idea, princess." you mimic him loosely, tossing his own pants at him from where you found them in a heap with other various items of clothes. tugging down the hellfire shirt you had managed to snag in an attempt to preserve your decency as you scrambled to get back home in front of the man who had just ruined you the night before. you two had overslept, the clock now reading 8:32am, on a Thursday summer morning. Granted, it was summer, but that didn't make a difference in the fact that your parents always made sure that you knew that they were leaving for work at 9:00 every morning.

you felt eddie's gaze hit the bottoms of your lace bottoms you had worn specifically for him. the man losing it when he found that out. resulting in your bra being tossed over his lamp, presenting a fire hazard for the both of you. you found your jeans, slipping your foot into each leg and hopping around for your shoes when eddie rose from the bed, stark naked. you didn't notice, back turned towards him as you muttered about how eddie needed to organize his room desperately. his uncovered cock hit your lower back, the sensation making you shiver and turn towards him. eddie, smug as ever, held your shoes in between his two ring clad fingers. "lookin' for these?"

with a groan, you reach for your shoes, only for them to be ripped from your grasp. "eddie, c'mon. i'm gonna be in so much shit if i don't go now." once again, you lunge for the pair, your boyfriend now holding them over his head. "nope, gotta pay the toll." with a roll of your eyes at his puckered lips, your hands grip his cheeks, pressing your lips against his. he immediately deepens the kiss, his hardening length now firm against your belly, igniting a fire in you that there was no time to quell it in. "you're never gonna make it across town in thirty minutes. just call your house." he mumbles against you. all a ploy to get you back to bed.

you shake your head firmly, "no, gotta go. nancy will only cover for me so many times. and i didn't say i was coming over here again." eddie giggles in your mouth, tongue slipping over yours crudely. "well, that wasn't exactly planned, sweetheart." you mumble out an agreement to his mouth once more before pecking him and trying to break free from the vice grip he had on your hips.

"eds, come on." the man didn't move. "you can't expect me to let you leave here without getting one more from you. that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, now would it?" you didn't say anything, nerve endings alright inflamed by his low whispers. "and besides," eddie leaned down to lick at the skin below your ear as he spoke. "you in my hellfire shirt? that's so fuckin' hot, babe." an unsurprised groan was voiced from you as eddie pulled you to the bed, a mischievous chuckle from the man as he ripped your panties and jeans off in one go.

"give up now?" you instead smash your lips to his, nipping at his lower lip. "shut up, munson." eddie laughs, your hands reaching down to the hem of the hellfire shirt that adorned your torso when eddie's hand stopped your motions.

"leave it. so hot, please." you gulp harshly, watching as the brown disappears from your boyfriend's eyes. him staring down at you like a prey ready to devour its prey. so you nod, because who are you to deny eddie munson what he wants? no one ever dared. your hands leave your side and are pinned above your head by one of eddie's hands, the other snaking down your waist to the top of your recently pulled on jeans.

"why'd you even put these on? gonna just take 'em off anyways." eddie's mumbling was the only thing heard in the room along with the tugging at your zipper as he peeled your jeans back down your legs, tossing them back to their place on the floor, your lace bottoms going with them. the air of the room, summer breeze seeping through the crack in his window, created goosebumps on your legs that eddie rubbed away gently. his calloused fingers traced up and down your calves, smiling at you from his spot between your knees.

you couldn't help but admire him, and how hard he was trying. "do your worst, munson." a wolfish grin crossed the man's face as he adjusted your lower back on top of a pillow before pulling you back down onto his old mattress. the springs had lost their spring, the fabric was stained yellow from bong water combined with god knows what else, and it was perfect. his messy room, messy hair, it was perfectly eddie.

as eddie pressed passionate, loving kisses into your inner thigh, you took the hair tie that you kept on your wrist for him, and tied his hair back, strands falling in his face regardless. he smiled at you, big doe eyes beaming as the action was carried out. kind, caring, desperate.

"i've gotcha, sweetheart. don't you worry. just lay back and enjoy the ride." you roll your eyes at your boyfriend's dramatics, though, would eddie really be eddie without drama?

so you did as told, back hitting the warm sheets beneath you, smelling of only him as his pillow sat snug against your hair. your face turned to the side and you were engulfed with the scent of smoke and sleep, intertwined with the mild note of apples from his shampoo. it was eddie, in it's entirety.

you were pulled from your dreamland when eddie placed a kiss directly to your clit, your whole body responding. from sensitivity settling into your muscles from the night before and the excitement of another new round, you whined. "what're you thinking about up there?" he asked, unabashedly, tongue poking out and lapping at the arousal seeping from your waiting hole.

your gasps were the response he got, but not what he wanted. so eddie stopped, his hands pulling back along with his mouth. "you. your pillow smells nice." he laughed at the reply, something he wasn't expecting. though that was you. that was what he loved about you; that you were unexpected. the man leaned forwards, pulling your lips into a sweet kiss.

of unbrushed teeth and morning breath, gross but domestic. "you're to die for." he whispered against you, kissing over the dark hickies he made last night that laid comfortably under the fabric of his hellfire shirt, the soreness of them making you remember where they were. your sore nipples hardening from the cool air and the heightened arousal in the room.

"please don't make good on that promise." you pleaded, eddie kissing your nose before moving back down to your sweet spot.

"outside of dnd? never, sorry babe. you're on your own if a kraken comes for you." your giggles flood the room, along with eddie's playful smirk. he let out a breathy laugh before resting his hands on your thighs and pulling you back to his mouth.

when his lips latched onto your clit, your hand flew to his hair that was tied back into a knot at the base of his head. but that didn't stop you from messing it up as you gripped at it, making the man himself moan against your wet core. he suckled sloppily, the noises he was making were obscene and if anyone was listening in on the two of you, so were the moans you both let out. the sensitivity that played in along with it all was almost too much to handle. "e-ed. please, more." you pleas did not go unnoticed by him.

"what do you need, huh? use your words." not once did he pull back more than an inch to speak, the vibrations against your folds only egging you closer to your climax.

"fingers, need your fingers please." he grinned against you, knowing how much you loved his fingers. so he, while your eyes clamped shut at the rush of pleasure that washed over your body, slowly slipped his hand up your body, his fingers dragging against your plush and swollen lips.

eddie nearly laughed when you whined in frustration. "nuh-uh. didn't specify, my love. open, this is what you get." your lips cracked slightly to let the tips of eddie's fingers into your mouth. he was forceful, however, pushing the length of them down past your tongue and triggering your gag reflex, a beaming expression flashing across his face. "good girl. be good and take 'em, and maybe i'll give you my cock. sound good?" you nodded meekly as he crooned at you, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly as he admired how torn apart you were under his touch. all of it going straight to his leaking cock that stood up against his stomach, dampening his happy trail of brown hair.

your mouth watered at the sight. eddie knew how much you loved his stomach, drool spreading out across your cheeks as his fingers were being sucked on furiously by your eager mouth. "imaging it's my cock, you dirty girl."

a few more moments of this, and eddie couldn't take it. he knew you were already stretched out for him from the night before, his thumb removing itself from your puffy clit, his fingers doing the same from your mouth as he dragged the saliva leftover on your soaking folds, running them through your arousal and back up to his lips. "god, you're perfect." he says, leaning down to kiss your desperate lips when you let out a short cry. "yeah, yeah. i gotcha."

as his lips met yours, his cock slipped against your hole. like a magnet attracted to it's opposing force. the red and angry tip, leaked pre-cum from it's slit onto your already dripping center. "eddie, need you in me. need to be full again." he couldn't get enough of your mouth, filthy when you were with him. yet loving and considerate at the same time with him and everyone else.

eddie loved every side of you, especially the ones that no one else got a chance to see. sexual, upset, angry, and vulnerable. he loved them because they were reserved for him. it made eddie feel special, and that was something no one ever made him feel, minus wayne. yes, he loved you.

"greedy." you eyes rolled in their sockets, half out of pleasure, half out of mild annoyance at his teasing when he finally sunk himself inside of your gummy walls. when he was seated fully in you, you both let out a gasp at the connection, your hands flying up to his shoulders, running over the marks and moles that resided there.

it was this moment. the calm before the storm, the build before it all. when you two were connected at last, when eddie always let you adjust to his size. as rambunctious and chaotic that he may be, he was always gentle with you unless you specified otherwise. but he always made sure that your safety, that you were okay. you were at the top of each one of his lists, being his priority.

eddie's forehead rested against yours as you both panted lightly, your lips brushing lazily. "i love you, genuinely." you spoke in a cheesy manner, but eddie adored every second of it. he grinned and kissed you firmly.

"i love you, you're perfect. can't believe you're mine." it was soft and sweet before your body simultaneously ruined and made the moment soar. eddie let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan as he looked down to where his cock was buried inside of you to the hilt. "i think she's ready, what'd you think?"

you couldn't help but laugh loudly at his antics, cupping his face and nodding. "yeah, ready eddie." a snort sounded from the man as he reeled back his hips and slowly pushed them back into your thighs, a sharp moan voicing from you.

his hands met the backs of your knees, holding them back for you to get a great view of the intimacy that was going on down below, even if you couldn't see it from his perspective, he wished you could. it was magnificent, as far as he was concerned. if you would've told middle school him he would be doing this, with you? he would've laughed in your face. but he is so lucky, as far as he knew. things didn't usually work out for him, he didn't know why, which is why he was hesitant about you. but when you showed him how to love, that he was worthy of love, he opened up. and it was the best thing he'd done.

now you were here, moaning and squirming underneath him, his own hellfire shirt bunched up over your tits, under your chin as you held your hands over your chest, head thrown back in a borderline pornographic image. eddie was sure he was having an out of body experience. he took your hands in his that were wrapped around your breasts to keep them from jumping with every thrust he made and he held them in his. pinning the backs of your palms down by your head, the action was intimate and passionate at the same time. your eyes locked and he nearly came then and there. "god. faster, eddie. please, please!" your begging urged eddie's orgasm closer, the pit of his stomach bubbling and boiling with love and affection, the need to please you.

"yeah, that's it. there you go. rub your clit f'me babe, go on baby." he released one of your hands so he could cup your face and kiss you harshly while you rubbed at your swollen bundle of nerves, "good, fuck! gonna cum. cum with me, come on."

it was all you needed for your back to arch and your eyes to shut, white hot pleasure washing over you in waves. eddie's hand squeezed yours as his hips piston against your frame, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease from your slick and his cum that coated the inside of you. your body shuddered as eddie came with a cry to your neck, biting down gently, earning a whine from you as sensitivity set in once more. with a final push inwards, he sighed and relaxed against you, your lips meeting the side of his sweaty head.

the two you just laid in silence as your walls fluttered around his softening cock. "s'like i say, princess." there was a pause between eddie's words as he rest against your bare chest, breathing still heavy, hair sticking to his forehead. "you're perfection." you smile, for that's all you can manage to do, hands remaining interlocked with one another.

the sound of the phone ringing broke the two of you out of your dream state of sleep threatening to creep up on you once more. "shit, busted." you said, reminded of your parents who probably caught onto your lie, groaning back into the pillow as the incessant sound was drowned out by eddie's and yours laughter. perfection.

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[withoutyouimsaskia]

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part V.

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GIF: Originally posted by @asleepinawell

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Hello there, hope you are all well. It’s been a while again but I have a very good reason, I promise. My partner and I have just bought a house and we’ve been very busy doing all those ‘adult’ things! I’ll try and get the next part out sooner. Have a great day, Saskia.

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The ascent up the gloomy staircase was devoid of conversation. The single sound that carries through the narrow passage is a footstep ricochet, though these only appear to be generated by you.

It’s funny, you think, out the two of you it would have been more probable that Morpheus’ lace up boots would cause such a noise, rather than your bare feet.

Morpheus lets you lead the way. You are hyper aware of him maintaining a two-step distance behind you despite the fact that he moves soundlessly.

It is like he is a transmission and you are a receiver. Something keeps calling to you, prickling the outer layers of your mind, thrumming in your bones.

It's a heady, intoxicating sensation. One that tricks every neuron into thinking it's alive. You worry that it’s the kind of thing you could become dependent on, especially since it was infinitely better than the guilt ridden state you had been in for so many days now.

You are grateful when you complete your climb and have something to take away such consuming thoughts.

You push the door to your bedroom open and immediately take up residence on the bed. You drag the covers up to your hips and drink in the feeling of freshly washed linen on your skin.

Morpheus stands a polite distance from you.

You turn on the lamp and gesture for him to use the chair.

He sits gracefully, straightening up and staring at you with his transcendent eyes.

“May I ask you some questions?” You ask timidly.

“You may.”

"You're not a human, are you? Not really, even though you look like one."

"You are correct. I am not human."

"Are you a God, like in Norse or Greek mythology?"

"I am part of a family of entities known as the Endless. Seven siblings, all with different functions that serve humanity. I am the third sibling, Dream."

“Dream of the Endless.” You realise out loud, making sense of one of the monikers he told you yesterday.

"Yes."

“And your function is to create dreams and nightmares?”

He nods an affirmation before adding, “I provide a place for dreamers to explore their wants, forge their hopes and to face their fears.”

You decide right then that you love the way he constructs his prose. It sounds like a lullaby and a poem got married in a storm cloud.

Images of him sheltering in your porch after getting caught in a rain shower pop into your mind. Beads of water are dislodged from his dark, tousled locks as you pull him across the threshold and bring your lips-

You force yourself back out of your head again, distinctly hoping that he doesn’t see day dreams as well as night ones.

“Thank you for clearing that up, I really tried to listen last night but I couldn’t remember everything.”

“You are welcome.”

“One final question: Do you do this often? You know, come to people who are struggling to sleep.”

“I do not.”

You don't know whether to feel special or even more afraid than before.

“I’m going to be honest with you, I’m not even sure if there’s anything you can do to help me. I know exactly why I get like this and what causes it. Emotional overload plus moving from one stage of sleep to another equals parasomnia.”

“No, this is something else entirely.”

His intense response makes your mouth turn dry.

"I acknowledge that moving between sleep stages can cause abnormal activity in the nervous system often resulting in symptoms like sleep paralysis or confusion upon waking. In all these cases, the bodies remain here in the waking world and the minds are roaming the Dreaming. You, however, do not present in the same way.”

You shiver and pull your duvet further up to warm your torso.

Morpheus continues speaking.

“I have observed you several times during the state you call parasomnia and each time, I was unable to see you clearly. You were faded, flickering. Straddling the line between your realm and my own.”

“Have you ever seen anything like it before?”

“I have not.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling disquieted by his revelation.

You can tell by his body language that there is more he wants to divulge.

“There have been incidences in the past where dreamers have become so over stimulated by their dreamscapes that they have created seismic disturbances in the Dreaming. These have always been low level, anomalous and no cause for concern. You have been creating regular and impactful disturbances, gaining magnitude with each occurrence.”

You shake your head, feeling foolish. “Here was me thinking that you were just here because I was having bad dreams.”

“I apologise for my subterfuge. You were in pain and that needed to be addressed first.”

Your chagrin fades a little. “I forgive you... I think.”

A moment of silence passes between you as you digest everything he has said.

“Do you know why all this is happening, with the earthquakes and me glitching in and out of your realm?”

“You have a very high sense of lucidity when you dream. I suspected it from the very first moment we spoke, when you instantly rationalised that I was part of a dream. This was confirmed when I used my sand. You knew you were dreaming and you could remember details from our prior conversation very clearly.”

“Is that the purpose you mentioned on the mountain?”

“And to prove to you that I was real. I knew this would not work if you believed me to be a hallucination.”

You nod. Morpheus begins to talk again.

“I believe that your lucidity is allowing your mind to simultaneously occupy two planes thus creating the tremors, fuelling the severity of your reaction to the nightmares and convincing you that they have followed you into the waking world.” 

“So what now, what do you need to see to prove your hypothesis?”

“Now I need to see you in a nightmare.”

You close your eyes. You should have seen this coming. All the parasomnia episodes had involved nightmares.

Morpheus sees your hesitation but you jump in before he has a chance to respond.

“Couldn’t it just be a really bad bout of nightmares? I’m not exactly in the best headspace right now and I’ve always had nightmares when I’m feeling like this. Maybe they’ll just go away with time?” 

“Your abilities may be exacerbated by your emotional state but it does not guarantee that the stabilisation of one will lead the stabilisation of the other. I cannot risk this escalating any further for the sake of my realm.”

He says your name when a scared frown squeezes your forehead.

“I do not wish to force you to do this. I could use the sand but I would much prefer your consent.”

You take a breath, mouth opening in readiness to reply.

The answer dies in your throat.

“Please, Y/N?”

You stare at his perfect face.

This was such a bad idea.

“I consent.”

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"Flash that angle grinder smile. Gasp and roll your eyes."

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[writingskaska]

Alright! So! The new update of Stardew Valley really enflamed my love for it again! And I don’t know, I felt inspired and wrote down a backstory for my farmer.

Word count: 6.000 (like what the hell???)

I posted it on AO3 too, it could be seen as a chapter one for a longer story but that is if I feel inspired again! Until then, please enjoy! ❤️

It was easy to lose all sense of orientation in the gray and heavy office room filled with several booths. The large windows that stretched above their heads, right beneath the ceiling, only offered a view of the higher floor reserved for supervisors. Dressed in dark suits, fitting their grim expressions, they stared down on their workers, targeting any sign of slacking.

Aria unknowingly let out a sigh. Her eyes burned from staring at her computer desktop. She was lumped forward in her chair and lifted up her gaze to the massive display on the furthest wall across the room. They had no clocks. Corporate once decided, that having the opportunity to check the time lead to an erratic workflow. So they removed all digital or manual clocks and only left them with a divided alert system, separated for the employees working on either the right or the left side of booths, depending on their shift. Under the bold written words WORK, REST and STOP lamps were installed, lighting in different colors. Green meant working, orange meant they could go take a break and red finally - for Yoba‘s sake finally - meant they could head home.

Aria couldn‘t remember if she already took a break today. She could have been here for years for all that she knew. Her fingers pressed down random keys at this point and she deleted the gibberish she fabricated just to write it down again.

„315?“ The young woman looked up at the mention of her booth number. A colleague from another booth stretched his head over the wall to stare daggers at her. „You‘re really irritating me. I counted 8 sighs in 3 Minutes just now. Could you drop it? Some of us are trying to do their job here.“ Aria blinked in confusion for a moment, before dropping her head with a deep, loud and conscious sigh and continued tapping mindlessly on her keyboard. „Sure. Sorry for disturbing y-…“

Arias head suddenly jerked up, startling the lanky man who was just about to sit down again. She jumped up to her feet herself. „You have a clock? How did you know it was three minutes?“ 316 lost all color from his face. „I-… I… No! I was counting the seconds and…“ Aria shook her head. „Come on man, I don‘t care. I won’t snitch. What time is it right now? How much longer until the shift ends?“, she whispered urgently. But before she got an answer the voice of their supervisors echoed through one of the speakers. „315 and 316, first warning.“

Immediately the two employees dropped their eye contact and sat down without another word, proceeding their work. Aria tapped her finger nervously on the desk, chewing on her bottom lip. The unknown was nerve wrecking. But the fact that someone else had such a precious knowledge was way worse.

Aria spent most of her time staring at the booth wall in front of her as if she tried to develop x-ray vision, until the light turned orange. Both she and the man in front jumped to their feet but he was quicker and hid himself between the masses of people trying to get away as fast as possible. „Shit!“, murmured Aria.

She quickly headed into the opposite direction and went up to booth number 312. „Grace, you won‘t believe what-…“ She stopped in her tracks as she was already about to report to her friend what she has witnessed when she noticed the booth was empty.

She checked the number again. It was the right one. But instead of her lovely red haired mess of a friend only an empty chair was placed inside. The desk was completely empty too and a banner was hanging on the desk stating that this workspace was terminated. What did that mean?

Aria looked all over the place, heading to the break room where her other colleagues were contemplating their life decisions. Grace and Aria were normally a pair easily spotted. The one was wearing her fire-y red strands in massive curls while Aria stood out with her dyed pastel pink hair put in all sorts of eccentric styles. They were the „colorful ones“ in their shift. But now Aria only stared into a mass of gray suits and nothing to catch her eye. Was Grace probably put into another shift? But why didn’t she tell her? The young woman was too occupied by the disappearance of her friend to care for the man somehow smuggling a clock to work. She looked in the women‘s bathroom and even headed to the women‘s changing room were rows of lockers were holding onto their assigned workers belongings. The locker with the number 312 was the only one open and emptied in their row.

When the light switched to green again Aria felt more depressed than ever. Her initial excitement was long forgotten. The following worry too. Now only disappointment and emptiness was left behind. She somehow finished her shift and turned off her computer the second their light finally turned red. She quickly got changed into her private clothes and checked the time on her smartphone. Half past six. She took a deep breath of relief and stepped outside the Yoba forsaken concrete building. Just like the reception, this place also swallowed all hope and creativity when it gave their employees back into the smog filled Zuzu City. The sun was about to set and wrapped Aria in the last rays of the day. She shivered slightly as a cold breeze danced around her naked legs. No one spoke on their way out, only firm marches followed her to the iron gates.

When she finally was off the Jojas property she took out her phone once more and immediately dialed Grace‘s number. Now others too started little conversations here and there. It was always a hard switch going from a corporate zombie to a private individual. Aria herself felt as if she was in trance and unknowingly changed her step to follow the connecting beeping noices through her phone.

„Hey there peach pie!“, suddenly Grace‘s voice answered and Aria stopped for a second in relief. She sounded happy and uplifted. A stark contrast to Arias current mood and she hummed irritatedly. „You sound awfully relaxed for someone owing me an apology!“, she nagged. „I was looking for you everywhere! I had something super cool to share and your desk was… terminated? What does that mean? Are you working another shift now? And-…“ Aria was interrupted from loud confusing sounds coming from the other end of the call. A loud voice was announcing a flight through a speaker.

Aria was flabbergasted. „Are you… at an airport?“

Grace chuckled nervously. „Yeah uh… well I… I will say I am sorry right away, since I am owing you and all. And uh… well I kind of quit the job yesterday… And my apartment.“ Aria had stopped walking, unable to comprehend what she just heard. „Come again?“

Her friend let out a loud sigh. „Look, I am sorry I didn’t tell you, alright? But I really didn’t want to get all the bullshit everyone would spout. Look, I am heading to Ginger Island. To stay there! I took a loan and bought a beautiful little cottage. I am fed up with everything! I thought if I stayed even a minute longer at Joja’s in fucking Zuzu I will totally end up jumping from a bridge or something.“ Arias head was spinning. „You… I am sorry I can‘t really wrap my head around it. You quit? And you‘re moving permanently to Ginger Island? Isn‘t that like the super deserted Island in the Gem Sea? What… What will you do there?“

Grace sighed again. „Living, my sweet. I will finally have a life. It is not super populated - as of right now! That‘s why it was super cheap. But I want to open up a little shop for tourists or a bar. Something where I will definitely be my own boss and work only for myself.“ Aria was sure to make out the wide grin her friend had while proceeding. „Can you imagine? Me, seductively tanned from the hot sun, serving drinks with a massive flower in my hair flirting my way into a big tip just to close the shop at dawn and sit in the sand, watching the world move slowly and gently, hearing the waves hit the shore, looking up into an endless display of stars…“

Following her words the young woman couldn’t help her eyes from wandering around and looking up into the black, lightless void of the night that‘s been covering her at this point. The stars being drowned in the light pollution of the city. Aria felt a sting in her chest. A deep pang through her heart. She hasn’t been able to proceed her walk home and by now she stood alone leaning against a streetlamp in front of the Joja office building. „That sounds… amazing“, she whispered. Her bottom lip trembled and with all the strength she could muster Aria cleared her throat to sound cheerful. „It suits you. I am sure you will get the biggest tips.“ Aria took a deep breath. Suddenly she was shaking. „I would have been happy to… get a notice though. And I would have wanted to…“, she sniffled quietly. „I wish I could have you know… said a proper goodbye and waved at you like a lunatic when you head to your terminal… Something sentimental like that.“

Silence stretched over the call. Grace too was heard sniffling. „Nah man“, her voice broke. „I wanted to do that alone. You know… what if I chickened out seeing you and the others? It was… easier this way.“ So it wasn’t just her, Aria concluded. Probably no one knew. Of course Aria would notice right away since they worked together. Sure, her friends from university didn’t connect so frequently. But what about her family? Her grandmother? Her brother? Aria didn’t dare to ask.

„It‘s your decision. And… I mean… do your thing. You‘re not leaving the planet or anything. We… We can visit. And make sure you have wifi over there. So we still can keep in touch and…“ Aria was desperately trying to lift up the mood. „You-… you basically have to live there. I mean, you‘re moving to fucking Ginger Island. You will be their queen!“ Grace let out a raspy laugh. „You‘re right. I will be their mascot.“, she chuckled and Aria tried to do it too. „I want to have a plush toy that looks like you please. And a cheap shirt.“

Grace‘s voice turned soft. „I will send you all the merchandise… Ah shit, my plane is calling for departure. I have to go, peach pie. Stay safe and wreck havoc in my place! Love you!“ Aria hummed. „You got it. Love you too. Take care!“

And just like that the call ended and Grace was gone.

Aria headed home, keeping it together until her apartment door fell into the frame behind her. She slid down to the ground and wrapped her arms around her knees. Somehow she‘s been able to refrain from crying until now and yet when she finally was alone and ready to let the tears wash over her, she could only shiver. All her muscles were shaking, her chest tightened and simply being inside herself was uncomfortable.

Her breath started to become erratic. „Shit…“, she muttered, weeping, trying to calm down. Her hands moved around without any goal. She slightly pulled her hair, scratched over her arms, buried her face in her legs just to gasp for air a second later, her head fell behind onto the door just to roll around from one shoulder to the other.

Aria waited and waited but the tears she had felt so close to the surface moments ago simply didn’t come. Everything was wrong. Her one room apartment laid untouched before her; No sound came from the inside and yet it was not quiet. No light was on and yet it was not dark. There was no way to escape Zuzu City, no matter what she did or where she tried to hide…

I am fed up with everything.

Grace’s words echoed through Arias mind. She was too. She hated this. She hated her job, her flat, her life. Her closest friend was gone just like that, she only saw her boyfriend once a week and she‘s always anxious the current week was the last one. Everything was fleeting, just a spur of the moment. She could have tried to catch some water with her hands in the stream of a river.

Now finally her vision blurred and the tears started flowing. And they never seemed to stop. She couldn’t stand it anymore. When was the last time she hasn’t been afraid of losing what she held dear? When was the last time she felt like holding something in her hands, without it being torn away from her grasp? When was the last time she…

The gentle crackle of fire suddenly appeared somewhere in the back of her consciousness. Aria looked up, sniffling, and frantically searched her surroundings. A strange tickling sensation wandered all over her body, roamed over her skin and ended in her stomach. What… What was that? The confusion put her tears at hold and she slowly let her limbs relax, stretching out her legs carefully and placing her hands in her lap. She heard her own heard pound and her breath pant. In her head she counted to three before holding the air in her lungs, listening for the unusual ambience, trying to make out what happened. The crackling got louder and the goosebumps heavier.

Somehow she followed an instinct and closed her eyes, just concentrating on normalizing her breath again. A heavy but gentle scent hit her nose and warmth spread over her face. She felt the slight tug on her hand and immediately opened her eyes, witnessing how she followed the feeling and stretched out her arm until she was in the position of someone holding her hand.

The noises of the city fell further and further into the background until they were gone completely and the room was filled with only the gentle crackle in the fireplace and heavy breaths from a tired man. Aria gasped quietly when she finally remembered this scene and quickly drew her hand back, holding onto her wrist in shock. It was a memory, right? Yes, just a memory. And yet somehow it felt… strangely real. As if she was reliving the last day of her grandfather‘s life. When her mother still held her hand, trying to be strong and kept tugging on her accidentally. „What the fuck…?“, she heard her own voice muffled in the distance. It sounded hollow and empty, while something else echoed through her mind.

„Now, listen close…“, had her grandpa said gently on his deathbed. Aria was feeling as if she had a fever dream. Like Ebenezer Scrooge being visited by the ghosts of his life. She didn’t dare to move or look away.

„There will come a day when you feel crushed by the burden of modern life…“

She flinched at the weight of those words whispered over 15 years ago. They suddenly hit her. Mattered to her. As if it took a long echo through time and space for her to truly understand them. Aria pressed her lips together, feeling the emotions bubbling up again. She nodded slightly.

„… and your bright spirit will fade before a growing emptiness.“

The trembling began again. Heavier than before. She shook uncontrollably, pressing her hands on her lips. She had difficulties breathing. It took her all her willpower not to hyperventilate. She never thought about those words after they were muttered to her 7 year old, blissfully ignorant self. And suddenly they felt like the answer for a puzzle she‘s been unable to finish. Although it was there all along.

„When that happens, my dear, you‘ll be ready for this gift.“

Heavily her chest was raising and falling again. Her eyes immediately were drawn to her wardrobe. The gift. She remembered now. Her Grandpa has given her an envelope. Something heavy, nice and fancy with a purple wax seal. Before her mother died she frequently spoke of her gut feeling. When it was better to cross the road right before a potted plant fell from a balcony. When it just felt right to drive an extra mile to another supermarket and suddenly stepping into a massive sale event. When she knew her diagnosis before any doctor was able to see it… And when her father was about to die.

Aria never really understood what it meant. But now she couldn’t help to assume it must have been something like this…

Already feeling as if her life would change irreversibly, she took out the old shoe box, sitting in the back of her wardrobe and pulled out the envelope from underneath her mother‘s precious belongings.

It was just as she remembered; Fancy and heavy. Similarly to the way she has felt all those years ago when her father explained to her she had to break that pretty seal, she took in a moment to admire and pity it. „What a shame…“, she sighed and folded it in half so it would crack open. Aria took several deep breaths and still cowering on the floor she opened the envelope. She had to take several deep breaths while trying to calm down her heart that won every race at this point. It was alright. This was definitely the right time. There has never been a better moment to honor her grandfathers wish and open it.

So she slowly exposed a letter first and finally she stretched out her arm to turn on the lamp on her nightstand, regretting this decision for a second while her swollen, red eyes were getting used to the difference in brightness. One last deep breath.

„Dear Aria,“

A sad smile appeared on the woman‘s lips. Nostalgia hit her at seeing the hasty handwriting of her grandpa. She loved when he sent letters back then and although she couldn’t read them at the time, Aria loved just staring at them pages and trying to recreate this mess. In her eyes it has always been beautiful. Like an artwork of sorts…

„Dear Aria,

if you‘re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.“

Aria gulped down past the lump that formed in her throat.

„The same thing happened to me, long ago. I‘d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.“

Aria held her breath in anticipation, somehow sensing where this was leading.

„I’ve enclosed the deed to that place… my pride and joy: Naturesworth Farm.“

The woman gasped and her eyes turned wide. She hurriedly looked through the other papers, holding an official document in her hands. It was a deed for the farm and it‘s property. A hasty written signature from her grandfather officiated the transfer of it to his granddaughter. Tears filled up her eyes again. „No fucking way…“, she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. She quickly returned to the letter.

„It‘s located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It‘s the perfect place to start your new life. This was my most precious gift of all, and now it‘s yours. I know you‘ll honor the family name, my dear. Good luck. Love, Grandpa.“

Her new life. After all those years something so valuable was in her possession. Just like that. She actually could start over…

Instinctively she turned the page around again and so a post scriptum in the back. „P.S. If Lewis is still alive say hi to the old guy for me, will ya?“ Aria smiled and shook her head lovingly. „Sure, gramps. You got it…“, she chuckled still wiping away the never ending tears.

She had stared at this massive present for hours. Aria has been a poor girl with nothing to her name, living from one month to the next, suffering under Joja to afford her little doghouse of a flat. And yet suddenly she was the righteous owner of a farm in the south coast of Ferngill Republic, close to the… Close to the Gem Sea. No way!

Out of nowhere she started laughing uncontrollably and fiddled for her phone. She looked up Stardew Valley on the map and quickly spotted the Gem Sea down below and her heart skipped a beat when she found the Fern Islands, knowing one of them being Ginger Island. She shook her head, over and over again, switching from staring at the map to her deed. And after a while she began crying again and hugged the envelope close to her chest.

„Thank you grandpa… You‘re actually the best…“, she whispered into nothingness.

The next day finally came after a restless night. And yet Aria felt too busy to be tired when she jumped out of bed and checking for her grandfathers letter and the deed again. After everything that happened it wouldn’t have surprised her if the past nights events were simply just a dream. And yet, no matter how many times she checked, the documents were always in place.

Feeling as if she had awoken into a new version of herself she stepped out to work. The people around her quickly melted into the background and she‘s been heading out with a sense of being alone. Safe. Covered in a fantasy that protected her from the outside world.

Real connections with other people… Aria recited her grandpas words in her mind. While passing the faceless crowd she tried to remember a face and maybe sort a name to them. But it was pointless. She knew no one and no one knew her.

When she entered Joja‘s massive gray concrete building and passed booth number 312 Aria wasn’t met with the terminated sign. Instead someone new was already sitting there. It took them one day to replace Grace. Aria quickly headed to her own booth and stood there for a second. It took them one day to replace 312. It would probably take them the same time to replace 315. Aria couldn’t think of any reason why she‘d be something special in her supervisors eyes. They did not see individuals. No one wondered about Grace‘s absence. No one would wonder about hers.

Aria slowly sank into her chair.

Real connections with real people and nature…

Her gaze jumped up to the only windows in the room. Nature has become a foreign concept for her in a way. The thought of actually seeing and feeling the day progress seemed… unrealistic. But she yearned for it. She wanted to see what it felt like working under the sun. When she thought back on the few times she has visited her grandfather she remembered the gentle buzzing of bees. Eating ice cream on his veranda and letting her feet hang in a little bucket with cold water. Oh right, he had all sorts of farm animals. There was a duckling once claiming her little bucket as it‘s new pond and they shared the cool water.

Aria smiled. She hasn’t even turned the computer yet while everyone around her has already started the clacking symphony of keyboards. But her fingers didn’t follow suit. Without a word she stood up again. „315, first warning“, echoed through the speakers, as she headed towards the exit. She didn’t stop. It was over. She was not 315 anymore. She was Aria Galbreath. And she was fed up with this life. Once and for all.

A resignation didn’t have to be too formal, right? Aria wrote down hers on a sheet of paper printed all over with the Joja‘s logo and threw it in her supervisors mailbox together with her identification card. When she was on her way back home her whole body started vibrating. She laughed and cried, shook her head in disbelief. People were passing her, avoiding the lunatic but she couldn’t care less. She has done it. She will do it.

What kinds of preparations did she have to make? Since the deed was already hers there was no need to go to the bank. But she should maybe somehow contact someone in Stardew Valley. Although… it was her farm! Did she really have to announce herself? Well maybe the cabin wasn’t ready to actually live in. In that case she‘d need a hotel or something to stay at… For that she would actually need money. Her heart pounded like crazy. Daniel will probably know what to do. He was smart and today was Wednesday. She will ask him for his opinion on how to proceed!

In the meantime Aria had to somehow spent her day now. While waiting for her boyfriend she began by tidying up and throwing everything away she wouldn’t need anymore. Then she typed her resignation for her apartment. And since the time simply didn’t seem to move at all she started researching on the internet the basics of agriculture.

It took Daniel ages today. But then he finally rang the door. Aria threw her laptop on her dining table and jumped out of bed, stumbling over to the door opener.

„Finally!“, Aria exclaimed as she opened her door and heard his heavy steps approaching her in the hallway. „I was waiting! I have to tell you some-… hmpf“ The tall dark haired man slumped up the stairs and immediately crashed his lips against hers the second he arrived at her doorstep. The stench of cigarettes lingered on him. Aria stumbled behind as he pushed her carefully inside and closed the door behind him. She stared wide-eyed into his tired face while he threw his bag to the side. „I had a really rough week“, he finally said in a raspy voice. He wasn’t shaved and his shirt was wrinkly. „Let‘s talk later.“

Aria gasped as he lifted her into his arms and once again sealed her lips in a rough kiss before she could answer in any way. She sighed defeated into his lips but let him be, ignoring the knot inside her stomach. He‘d be in a better mood and more patient after sex. And maybe it would help her to clear her head off too. After all they both seemed to have had a rough time. So she let herself be thrown onto the bed and helped him out of his clothes as he crawled on top of her.

Daniel always came onto her rather strongly. So it was nothing new for her being pushed, pulled and held into place. Although today seemed… rougher than usual.

It took them several rounds until the couple laid in bed, completely out of breath. Aria felt her throat being sore and her makeup smudged all over her face. Her body ached and his fingers have marked red streaks over her arms and thighs.

With a deep relieved sigh Daniel took out his cigarettes and lit one in bed while also grabbing his laptop from his bag. „Can you imagine? My script was denied. Again!“, he immediately started complaining, taking a deep puff of his cig, filling the room with heavy smoke. Aria forced herself up on trembling legs and opened the window before falling back into her bed. „That‘s a shame“, she muttered dryly, wetting her lips, looking for something to drink.

He turned around looking at her with an angry hum. „It‘s not a shame! It‘s disastrous! This idiots can‘t even comprehend my genius. How are they supposed to rate it? You just have to have fucking luck that one of them actually uses their brain and happens to be the one to read my script.“ The brunet man started typing, still shaking his head.

„But you know, that‘s how it is with artists! We don‘t get recognized by these slobs until finally someone decides to publish the book and boom. Suddenly my name will be everywhere, on all the best selling lists! And these goons will feel incredibly stupid for denying me.“ It was not the first time Aria listened to this very same monologue. But she waited for Daniel to finish it before she wanted to bring up her own life. Somehow she was nervous all of the sudden. Doubt filled her up and left a bitter taste in her mouth. Did she really want to talk to him about it?

„I am sure next time will be the one…“, she whispered before clearing her throat. „I wanted to tell you something.“ Daniel led his cigarette back to his lips, before looking over to her. „Hm? Oh, right. What‘s up?“ Aria sat up a little and fished for a oversized shirt on the ground. For this conversation she didn’t want to be naked.

She took a deep breath, preparing herself emotionally. „Grace quit the job this week.“, she started while hugging her knees and leaning her head to the side, looking at him. She stretched out her hand, making a grabbing motion and asking nonverbally for a puff. Daniel clicked his tongue.

„You know how ugly it is for a woman to smoke. What about Grace now? What is she going to do? Did she find something else?“ He finally put away his Laptop and instead took the ashtray and held it over the bed, dropping the ash into it. Aria was sure she‘d find other burning holes in her sheets but she didn’t care right now. „She bought a cottage on Ginger Island and wants to start over there in self-employment. She‘s thinking of…“ Daniel interrupted her with a loud and throaty laugh. He let his fingers run through his hair and shook his head, grinning mockingly. „Holy shit, you‘re joking! No offense in your choice of friends but that‘s the most stupid and hilarious shit I heard all week.“ Arias mouth shut immediately and she eyed her boyfriend for a while.

So that‘s the kind of bullshit Grace tried to escape by not telling anyone. Her heart began pounding heavily and she felt her hands getting sweaty. She cleared her throat again and stopped to get up for a second, fill up a cup of water and gulping it down.

She wiped her mouth with her sleeve. The knot in her stomach tightened. „Uh… I think it could work. And uh… Do you remember what I told you about my grandfather?“ She very slowly moved back to the bed and said down on her knees in an arm length distance to the man. Daniel raised his brow, suspicious of where this was going. „I think you as her friend should have definitely given her a reality check and advice her against such a reckless and stupid decision. And what about your grandfather? I tought he died some time ago?“

The young woman took a deep breath and tried combing her fingers through the mess of her light pink hair to soothe herself. „Yeah. Yeah, that‘s true. But he was a farmer over in Stardew Valley and uh… turns out he passed on the deed of his property to me. I… uh… I have a farm.“ She shrugged anxiously, looking at him through her lashes.

The man stared at her and very slowly put off his cigarette into the ashtray before putting it aside on the nightstand. Aria watched him intently as he faced her completely now, crossing his arms in front of his chest. „So?“

„So… I thought of maybe… I mean! I don‘t have to get a loan and the farm is just sitting there without anyone living there and… I think it would be nice to… connect to my roots. My grandfather loved it there and… and mom grew up in the valley. And eh there is this Lewis that knew my grandfather.“

Why did she suddenly have to justify herself? It was her decision. And she already made it… She only wanted some advice.

Daniel seemed unimpressed. „You are not seriously thinking of moving to a farm? You have no clue of how to manage agriculture!“

Aria pointed at a potted plant that stood by the window. „I can keep plants alive! And I could learn the rest. I-… I already searched a bit around on the web.“ The man clicked his tongue again. „You must be joking! While we are at war with Gotoro and Joja as a mass producer in the back of every farmers neck right now you would have to work the farm to the bones for it to cut even!“ Aria blinked in shock by his raised voice before slightly pouting. „I know that!“, she muttered protectively. „But I think I can do it… I remember the farm. It‘s soil was very good and when Grandpa still managed it it made great profit! And he was alone too and simply dropped out of his city life without any expertise before that!“ Daniel groaned and hid his face in the palms of his hands.

„You… ugh don‘t be so difficult now, Aria! You‘re comparing yourself with a sturdy man. I am sure you can‘t even properly hold an axe. Let alone cut a whole tree on your own. Can‘t you sell the farm? There is so much you could do with the money! Something realistic.“

Aria gasped. „N-no! No, I can‘t sell it! Grandpa loved that farm with all his heart! It‘s the family‘s treasure.“

„Fine!“, the man sighed. „Give it to your Dad then!“ The pink-haired woman stared at him for half a minute before even considering taking this suggestion seriously. „You want me to send my sickly Dad, who‘s barely managing to stand up straight to work on a farm?“

Daniel brandished his hands around. „Yes! Thank you for seeing the ridiculousness in this ordeal! It‘s the very same thing with you working on a farm.“

„No it‘s not!“ The couple got hotter and louder the further their argument proceeded and before escalating completely it was Daniel taking a deep breath and softening his tone finally.

„Look, I see that you are very passionate about this all. But please think about it again.“ He snaked an arm around her and grabbed her suddenly just to pull her on his lap. „But if you really want to play cowgirl, I can definitely help with that.“ A wide grin was now presenting on his face and Aria felt all air being sucked out from underneath her wings. How was he in the mood now of all times? „Now you must be joking!“, she huffed, crossing her arms, turning away her face. Her boyfriend though only curled his lips into a sulking pout. „Come on. Let‘s stop arguing. This leads nowhere and you know it. It‘s just a fun little fantasy. And that‘s alright.“ He let his hands slip under the shirt she threw on to cover herself and pressed her body against his.

„We only see each other once a week. Let me enjoy you some more before I have to leave for work again. And if your life dissatisfies you right now maybe I wasn’t performing good enough. And in that case I insist on getting another chance.“

Aria was pissed. She felt trapped in his arms. This went worse than any outcome that she could have imagined. And suddenly she felt strongly sympathetic and connected towards Grace‘s decision. She wished to have left without a word too. But at least now she was more eager than ever. Any sign of doubt has left her.

With a sigh she let Daniel have his way and the second he left her apartment she took a shower, started packing and signed her resignation. Come Tuesday the following week she sat in a bus, crossing the Calico desert, heading towards Stardew Valley.

#stardew valley #fanfic #original story #zuzu city #angsty #coping #loss #Depression #the burdens of modern life lol #toxic relationship #female farmer

[how-masterful]

31 FICS OF FRIGHT

Day 5- The Rest for the Wicked

Simm!Master x Reader

Prompt: Nightmare

Notes: Ok, I really like this one. As @plethora-of-imagines​ knows, Simm is such a strange one to write for after endless fics of Dhawan. I’m also realising this is two fics in three days that mention Macbeth. I’m not a Shakespeare stan, I just like to put my years of studying the damn play to good use! Also also, a reminder the order of these fics has been randomly generated, along with what topics each one follows. I promise Missy is on her way for some fun!

Warnings: Mentions of violence

The Master never truly slept. An hour here, perhaps two there, maybe once a week, maybe not at all. 

The Master didn’t need sleep, he’d vehemently argue that fact to anybody who dared to challenge him. He didn't need the vulnerability of not being aware of his surroundings. The dangers of sleep were endless- ambush, threat, missing out. He would pile excuses upon excuses when it came to why he barely slept a wink, expecting you to accept every single one of them. 

Chalk them up to Timelord antics. Not question a thing.

But the real reason wasn’t that the Master didn’t require it. In fact, he would most likely benefit from it. The real reason was he could never sleep soundly.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried, he’d had many attempts at hunkering down in a warm bed, pulling up the covers and letting his head sink into the fluff of the pillow. Or the alternative, crashing on the library sofa, still wearing his clothes, pushing the pillow over his ear and scrunching his eyes tightly shut.

It wasn’t the drums that kept him awake, or even the constant danger. The Master would never admit the truth.

Every single time he tried to sleep, he would have a nightmare.

He struggled to categorize them, the violent pictures spiraling within his mind, the stench of smoke within his nostrils. Could they be called night terrors? Ephialtes? Chimera? Fantasies laced with wicked truths? He never could tell. The nuances, the differences, the Master didn’t care. He knew what it was like to fear the night, the agony that came from the tortured, restless hours of the dark. He could decipher the scenes in his mind, his past bleeding together into an entangled web of fire. Suffering, pain, fear, delight.

 His childhood, the insanity drilled within his brain by the raw power of the time vortex. Madness had coursed through his veins since the tender age of 8, plaguing his thoughts and dreams with the endless possibility of time. His dreams burned with the pain of a thousand galaxies, all the lives he’d taken, their screams suffocating his echoes of renegade pleasure.

How ironic, he’d think, dry heaving over the edge of the bed and pulling himself to sit up. All the death that made him so happy had finally caught up with him.

After his resurrection at the hands of the Timelords, he’d tried again. A world on fire behind his eyelids, blazing in fear, the metallic scream of the Dalek leader obliterating an entire battalion. The fall of Arcadia, the Nightmare Child, the filthy dregs of the time war he’d been so graciously brought back to help fight, yet had run from with reckless abandon.

 The Master had wretched himself from the bed, fist crashing into the mirror on the wall, shattering into a thousand shards and lacerating his fist. He had inspired fear in many, drowning his own name in violent reputation, but now he knew its cold touch. Like Macbeth, the Master cried he hath murder sleep, and declared himself free of its shackles.

That night, you had hesitantly walked into the bedroom. A blanket slung around your shoulders, soft fleece printed with cartoon bats in costumes, a dancing skeleton on your pajama shirt. Tears had pricked your eyes, your bottom lip nibbled red and wobbling. You’d crept into the room, the low light almost hiding the Master within the velvet black, shown only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He’d sat himself upon the bed, covers pushed to the bottom of the bed, rumpled but unused, the man himself peering into a quantum physics novel. This regeneration was younger, hungrier, desperate to devour anything he could get his hands on. That extended to novels, as tedious as the process of actually reading things seemed to him now. 

You’d sniffled, and he’d looked up, placing the book to his side. Something unspoken sat between you, the Master unwilling to make the first move to initiate comfort. You needed to guide him in, tell him what you needed. Show him how to help, as strange a concept as it felt for him.

“Nightmare” You’d whispered. Simple. Pained. Understood.

The Master had opened his arms, the gap widening as he’d sunk into the motion. You’d found your way into his arms, blanket pulled along in tow, as his hand had come to rest upon your shoulders in an embrace. 

The hold of a liar came easy to him, all smiles and bared teeth as he embraced his enemies in a Judas touch, a snake ready to crush the life out of whatever poor mouse had believed themselves immune to his villainy.

The Master held you like glass, unsure of you, unsure of himself. The parts of his hearts that had calcified weakened with every tender grin, every chaste kiss, every sincere declaration of your love. It was perhaps the things dreams were made of. If only the Master was able to observe.

He’d adjusted the hold, laying your cheek against his beating hearts. Two fingers had reached towards your temple, sinking their psychic touch deep into your mind's eye. He’d sifted through memories and thoughts, searching for the offending article. Ah, a horror movie: A knife slinging slasher at your door, a demon at the foot of your bed, the chase down corridors that wouldn't end. Tripping on air. Phone lines cut. The final girl. The one that didn’t quite make it to the sequel, despite the credits starting to roll.

Oh so human, he’d thought, fingers pushing back a stray hair that had fallen onto your face. You’d sought the comfort of his touch, as frozen over as it had become. He whispered sweet nothings through his touch, the connection of skin spilling every single secret he couldn’t say that night. Heaviness had found your eyes, a voice encouraging you down to the peaceful dark. The Master could make you fall asleep, steal the pain away with a touch, let you rest easily. Maybe if you slept soundly, he’d feel the same. He’d felt a smile push itself upon his face as he’d pulled the covers over, allowing the duvet to pull him under, pressing a ghostlike kiss to the spot his fingers had touched. 

The Master hadn’t fallen asleep that night, opting to simply watch the soft cadence of your breath, gaze uncomfortably tender. A part of him that bore no wounds from his past hoped you’d dream, do something he couldn't.

Human hands had pulled the timelord towards them. The Master hadn’t pulled away.

#simm!master #simm!master x reader #john simm #The Master #doctor who #BBC Doctor Who #bbc #the master x reader #master x reader #doctor who fanfiction #Doctor Who fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader #x reader #reader insert #Halloween #nightmare #31 fics of fright

[normalest-of-knees]

Episode 8 and general Volume 9 discussion under the cut because... oof-

Tw: suicidal topics involving this episode and previous ones

Where exactly do we go from here? I'm serious. Where can this even go with 2 episodes left to this nonsensical volume?

Regardless of what RT actually does next episode, one way or another Ruby herself and (hopefully) everyone else will have to deal with the fact that she wanted to die, or at the very least, not be herself anymore.

Yes, Ascension is supposed to be different, but we also don't know anything about that. Ruby isn't from this world, so it may not even work, but we've also had unreliable sources (according to the show, anyways) as to what it actually is and does. We know the basics of how it's supposed to work, but not whether it's actually good or not

I had one crazy theory come to mind after the last 2 episodes, namely after we see Summer in Ruby's reflection in the storm.... and I cannot stress how much I hope this won't happen (but given how things have gone so far-):

I'm worried we may get a "Ruby turns into Summer Rose" or "Ruby was actually Summer all along" bullshit. It's just stupid enough to be something the writers would think is a "cool" "fun" "twist".

That aside, I must once again stress (I said this on a different blog) that everything feels like its going by at a break neck pace. So much is happening yet nothing is happening at all??

Ruby seemingly doesn't run very far away at all, enough that her team can hear the gunshots of her being attacked. She gets some weird spotlight beforehand that at first I thought was supposed to convey the passage of time as she walked, but I'm not really sure. She seemingly purposefully walks towards the mansion/casino/building Neo cooked up and we immediately are inside?? There's no transition to this. You'd be forgiven for thinking after she ran away that this bit was all a dream

Then even the parts with the dead menagerie attacking Ruby are odd. How does Neo know about half of this stuff? Is she guessing? Did she somehow find out via the lamp back when Cinder used it?? And as awful as it was for Ruby to be beaten and tortured like that, it was insanely short.

I know she was already beyond her limits, but they barely do much/say much before she's considering the tea. She had so much fire when she waltzed in there ("If you want me dead then come and get me!"), but a few illusions and her Aura is broken and she's ready to be done?? Again, I know she was already having a breakdown before, but it still felt too rushed to be natural. I know we saw bruises and a few cuts (and random blood on her hands?), but otherwise she wasn't visibly looking worse than some other fights she's been in before.

Also, why in the shit fuck did her friends just stand there and do nothing? You're telling me after someone dear and close to you freaks out, runs off, then you hear gunfire and rush to see what it is, then see her on the ground visibly upset and beaten up with the villain who has been hunting her down standing over her with their weapon out, you just..... stand there?? Waiting to see what's up?? There weren't even any copies or illusions around as well, it was just Neo and Ruby there.

Ruby just picks up the cup and drinks and Yang just.... stands there. Even the close up on her eye didn't have much emotion other than if she was watching a log tumble off a waterfall or something. Like barely anything aside from "Oh wow. Huh" going on....

And yeah, CC and Neo being the ones more upset over that than anything is.... a thing.

I don't care how the group interprets Ascension, you see your close friend, your SISTER, drink some unknown liquid and then falls over looking dead and gets swallowed up by a hole in the ground with vines, you'd have a reaction. You'd be panicking and running over to the spot. Freaking out! "Where'd they go?? What's going on??" Would be an understandable reaction.

But nothing. No one even moves an inch, they just watch, get blasted by a Cat, then it's over.

I thought at least Weiss would use her glyphs or something to charge at Neo or get to Ruby as fast as she could. Summon something to knock the cup out of her hand. Anything!! Why are they so.... apathetic about it? They're not even really horrified, they're just "Oh no... anyways." Like they saw someone slip and break something they were holding. Unfortunate, but oh well.

Don't even get me started on Yang's bitching earlier.

"Why'd she run off like that?!" "That wasn't upset that was-- ugh!! Why didn't she talk to us?!" "We weren't asking her to be perfect."

If you told me Yang hardly ever interacted with Ruby ever, let alone was her sister that 'supposedly' raised her, I'd believe you. The Hell kind of reaction is this when your sister runs away crying after expressing she wasn't doing ok?? Yes, Ruby brushed people off when they'd try to ask if she was ok, but even that is still an answer! Clearly she was not ok! And even when she'd be more vulnerable or sad, she was ignored or scolded for being sullen. How in the fuck was she supposed to open up?

I honestly don't know what is even gonna happen after this. 2 episodes left and the title character committed metaphorical suicide.

They'll either make it not matter, make her reset and forget everything, become someone else entirely, or nothing will change and she'll just have to be like "Yeah, so, my bad. Anyways, here's the exit guys"

This show makes me so tired....

#rwde #tw: suicide mention #tw suicide #please tell me if there are appropriate tags to use for this sort of thing #I wanna be sure no one has to see anything tgey dont want to #Unlike RT it seems #the fuck kind of content warning was that?? #also also. side tangent. but anyone else feel that Roman & Pyrrah looked super off?? #I felt like her model wasnt moving properly #her neck seemed weird and overall it was just uncanny valley #even Torchwick just didnt feel right #tag later #Knees Talkin #the younger me wants to see this series through. but current older me is noticing they're suffering just as much as me to see it like this #this show was a ghost of it's former self long long ago #and I thought I'd made my peace with that. but damn if it still doesnt hurt like hell

[aknightonthetown]

Just because I learned all of this when I read this book in Secondary School and want to do something during the downtime, I will be just going over the life of Robert Louis Stevenson. Will do this in various parts over the course of the story so that I don’t write one massive fuck off page. He was born in 1850 in Edinburgh, Scotland, to a family of Lighthouse Engineers. His Father, Grandfather, and Uncles all being engaged in the engineering and design of Lighthouses. From a very young age it was clear Robert had inherited a weak chest like his Mother and Father, frequently having troubles with Coughs and Fevers. These issues would only be exacerbated by both damper climates and recurring bouts of Illness (while at the time it was viewed as Tuberculosis, some modern people think he may have had a different illness).

Because of his illness Robert had to take long periods away from schools (being taught by private tutors) and even when he did go to them he frequently had troubles due to being eccentric and strange looking. Despite being a late reader (learning how to read around 7 or 8) he would still dictate stories to his mother and nurse. While his father did hope for him to join the family trade he was still happy with his son having the hobby of writing stories, as he had done the same as a young boy before his father had forced him to stop (even paying for Robert’s first publication at the age of 16 “The Pentland Rising: A Page of History, 1666“). Stevenson eventually joined the University of Edinburgh, studying an Engineering degree. However from the very start he brought no enthusiasm to the education, putting much more of his energy into trying to avoid classes and making friends through The Speculative Society, a society dedicated to public speaking and writing. Despite this his father still took him every holiday on a large trip to see the families Engineering Works. Stevenson still enjoyed the trips, but less for the engineering and more for the potential inspiration for his writing. By the time Robert finally told his father he planned to make his living through writing in 1871 (when Robert was 21) his father was described by his mother as “wonderfully resigned“ to this fact. His parents convinced him to read law at Edinburgh University and be called to the Scottish Bar for some Job Security in case his writing went poorly. In his 1887 poetry collection “Underwoods”, Stevenson reflects on his choice of profession: “Say not of me that weakly I declined The labours of my sires, and fled the sea, The towers we founded and the lamps we lit, To play at home with paper like a child. But rather say: In the afternoon of time A strenuous family dusted from its hands The sand of granite, and beholding far Along the sounding coast its pyramids And tall memorials catch the dying sun, Smiled well content, and to this childish task Around the fire addressed its evening hours.“

#jekyll and hyde weekly #I know you can get most of this information from Wikipedia #But I feel I can at least describe it in a less Dry way #and even if it does just make you look up the wikipedia GOOD #READ MORE ABOUT ONE OF THE MOST WELL KNOWN SCOTTISH AUTHORS

[payasamlover]

Kalyanam

Summary: Harry and yn's wedding.

Word count : 1.6k

Pairing: Harry styles x desi!yn

A/N: hey everyone it's my first time writing anything like I'm new to Tumblr. Please treat me with kindness. India is a diverse country where the culture and the traditions vary from place to place. I'm from Kerala South India and I'm writing this fic from my idea of a wedding around here . This is not how every Indian wedding happens . lm not generalising about Indian weddings. I've seen a lot of desi wedding fics on Tumblr but never a south Indian based fic. So here I am writing my first and foremost fanfiction . And also can we just pretend everything is okay between 1d members after hiatus

Warning:MINORS DNI, 18+, Contain smut

Terms :

1.Nethi chutti :A Nethi Chutti is a bridal accessory that every South Indian bride dons for her wedding! It is similar to a maang tikka or a matha patti and comes in different styles, materials and even colours

2.Mehndi:Mehndi is a form of body art and temporary skin decoration from the Indian subcontinent usually drawn on hands or legs, in which decorative designs are created on a person's body, using a paste, created from the powdered dry leaves of the henna plant. Henna was first applied as a means to cool down the body.

3. Saree:A sari is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent

4.Thaalam: the thaalam is a plate that has flowers, a brass lamp, a fan made of ivory and gold cloth and in some communities even a small bowl of Adenanthera Pavonina seeds which is supposed to signify luck.

5.Kalyana Mandapam: temporary platform set up for weddings and religious ceremonies

6.moné: it's like a nick name meaning dear

7.Thali: A mangala sutra or thaali , is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent, in a ceremony called Mangalya Dharanam (Sanskrit for '"wearing the auspicious"'). The necklace serves as a visual marker of status as a married Hindu woman

8. Sindoor/Sindooram:is a traditional vermilion red or orange-red coloured cosmetic powder from the Indian subcontinent, usually worn by married women along the part of their hairline

To say that Harry was not nervous was an understatement boy he was shaking in his boots. it has nothing but the fact that he is getting married to the love of his life in the next few hours and that's the main reason why he is so stressed out. Harry is getting ready for a life with someone he loves.

The wedding is small and intimate which is contrary to usual Indian weddings which are supposed to be luxurious and grand. But yn wanted it to be minimal you know just to celebrate her and harry's union of life. 

Harry can't help but think about what could go wrong. While he was in his bubble of anxiousness and zealously when he got a text message.

Ynn

Hey H I'm so excited for us. can't wait to see you, my love. I have a surprise for u later. See you in a couple of hours! - X

Harry grinned at the message. Yn always makes time for him no matter where they are in their relationship. Even when he's busy or she's away from him. She never complains about how long it takes him to reply no matter what. Harry loved Yn with every ounce of his body no matter what. He embraced her South Asian roots from the beginning of their relationship. Yn takes very much pride in her South Asian culture and heritage and made it clear from the day they met that she would never forget her roots. Yn's family is from South India so they're having a traditional South Indian Hindu wedding. 

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Harry was dressed in a traditional dhoti and shirt. His hands were adorned with a couple of rings along with his engagement ring. He had a couple of gold chains hanging around his neck. He felt suspenseful and this feeling of bliss couldn't be explained. He was going to get married after all. To be honest he couldn't wait to get married. Harry looked down at his hand remembering the day they met. How he first laid eyes on the gorgeous woman before him. Harry sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. There weren't many people around him. The venue was crowded but not overly so. They needed a private wedding.

He thought back to all those years ago and wondered how he ever found the courage to ask her out. He remembered that night like it was yesterday. They were on their first date and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You look beautiful," Harry whispered into her ear. Harry's voice was gentle and husky and YN felt butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"Thank you. I know you don't mean that." Yn teased causing Harry to chuckle.

"You're right ".This made yn to snort and she looked at him closely and thought to herself how lucky she is to have someone who cares deeply about her well being. She loved harry to death.

While he was reminiscing their nostalgia there was a knock on the door. Suddenly Harry's mom and his sister Gemma appeared in his room. Seeing her son in his wedding outfit tears started welling up in her eyes and she thought of the little boy clinging to her on his first day of school. "Haz you look so handsome! Oh, my baby c'mere". She embraced him with her warmth. "I'm so happy for you. Yn is the best person anyone could ask for. I'm really happy that you guys found each other." She wiped away the tears that were flowing down her face. She kissed him one last time. Gemma turned to him whose eyes were welled with tears. "You got this Harry. You guys are perfect for each other. You both complete each other. No matter what happens you'll always be my baby brother who fought for the last piece of pizza". He chuckled at her words. " Thank you so much for everything. You both are the most important people in the world to me besides YN. Thank you for making me the man I am today. I'm grateful for everything you guys have done for me". Then suddenly Niall walked in "Mate its time let's go get you married ".

"Mom we need to go downstairs now," Harry said smiling at his mother and sister who nodded in response. Then he walked out the door followed by Gemma Niall and Anne.

When he arrived downstairs he was awaited by his former bandmates Zayn Liam and Louis who were his groomsman They hugged each other.

"Congratulations on your wedding you loser! You look stunning," Louis commented as they broke apart. "Thanks, Louis I look dashing as always," Harry replied teasingly and smiled. Zayn laughed at them and nudged Niall. It's so crazy to see all the 5 lads after so many years like three of them have children and one of them is getting married to the love of his life. No one would believe this 10 years ago. It's just crazy how night changes everything. He walked to the ceremony waiting patiently for his lovie.

Yn was doing better than she imagined. She was calm and collected. Her dark long luscious hair was braided and jasmine flowers were adorned on her hair along with the Nettichutti and the outfit she chose to wear made her look divine. She was wearing a fierce red saree which embarked her fire within. Her mehndi was done on her hands and legs. Gold jewellery adorned her body and bangles decorated her wrists. Her skin glittered and her lips curled into an angelic smile. The saree accentuated the curves of her voluptuous body. Yn wore strapless heels and a pair of gold jewelled anklets on her ankles.She knew she looked stunning. Not only because she was planning to marry the man she loved but also because she was getting married in her homeland Kerala. She felt proud of herself and loved her husband for coming up with such a wonderful idea. Harry did everything for her and if he didn't love her she wouldn't have gone through this hellish ordeal. All of her bridesmaids entered the room with thaalam in hand. Her sister took her hand and handed her the thaalam. All the bridesmaids were wearing cute pastel saree with minimal gold jewellery and minimal jasmine flowers on their heads. 

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"I am," she said while giving her father a reassuring nod. They all started walking up to the Kalyana Mandapam. As soon as Harry saw her he fell in love with her again. When she approached the mandapam a tear rolled down her cheek. This is something so important she couldn't contain her emotions.

"You look ravishing " Harry couldn't help but gush. She giggled and said, " so do you, babe". Pujari(Hindu priest) started chanting the mantras in front of Agni and started doing the rituals. Harry's gaze met hers and they locked gazes for only a second before he turned away with a soft smile on his face. Then the priest handed him the thali. He tied the first and second knot then Gemma tied the third. They exchanged the flower garlands. After that, he was handed the sindoor and he took a pinch of sindoor and he put some on her forehead and she, in turn, took the sindoor and did the same thing to harry on his forehead breaking the tradition and making a new one for them and they walked around the Agni seven times to establish the onset of their marriage.

{During the Saath Phere, the bride and the groom, circumambulate (walk around) the sacred fire seven times as they exchange their marital vows. The fire here becomes the witness (Agni Sakshi) as they make promises to each other.}

After the rituals, Harry went to grab Yn's arm and kiss her on the forehead. She looked up at him and gave a watery smile. Harry pulled her closer and held her tightly. This moment was meant for them.

After the ceremony, everyone took a picture to celebrate their marriage and the engagement.

"I still can't believe you got married!" exclaimed Niall. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, we've established that Niall. Now leave us alone."  Harry said in a sassy tone. The boys and the bride walked together towards the reception hall to have a hearty meal and enjoy

Harry sat next to her enjoying the food. He kept stealing glances at his beautiful bride while eating. He kept seeing her biting her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling. "I cannot wait to take this saree off you ." He whispered in her ear making her blush slightly. After finishing their meal Yn excused herself and headed to the dressing rooms to change. She slipped on her dress and tied the strings of her sari. When she turned around Harry's eyes immediately lit up when he saw her. "Wow..."  He muttered looking at her. "you look incredible". She blushed at his words.

"Shall we?" she said softly. Harry nodded then he stood up and extended his arm for her to hold onto while they stepped outside.  He led her across the grounds towards his car.Harry opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside. He shut the door before taking his seat beside her. He took a deep breath and leaned over toward Yn. Their noses touched and he closed the gap connecting their lips. Her soft pink tongue licked his plump lips making them taste sweet.

After the kiss ended, Harry opened his mouth to say something but Yn silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. She gently stroked the side of his face before leaning down to peck him on the lips once more.

Yn wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer while deepening the kiss. Harry grabbed her waist and tugged her against him. Their tongues danced and their chests rose and fall simultaneously. Yn broke the kiss and rested her head on his chest. She felt like her entire body was filled with adrenaline and happiness.

As far as Harry was concerned she was the most beautiful girl in the universe. It was hard not to stare at her. He adored her. There were no words to describe what he felt or how he felt about her. He was about to deepen the kiss when heard banging on the glass of Yn's window which startled them both. "Oi quit making out in the car you divs same some for your honeymoon" Louis exclaimed. They both looked at each other and laughed. "What did he say? Did you hear I wasn't paying attention?" Yn inquired. Harry chuckled. "Yeah I heard he said he doesn't want to be a third wheel to two lovebirds"

"Oh shut it, Louis" she replied playfully. Louis rolled his eyes and left the parking lot. She cupped Harry's jaw in her palms and kissed his lips once more. He responded passionately and deepened the kiss. They parted reluctantly. Yn looked lovingly at him " I missed you so much, Harry.."

He cupped her face in his hands and gazed fondly at her "Me too." "You have no idea how what torture was not seeing you or holding you or kissing you or being near you for the whole day". But now finally having you all to myself is the best thing ever. She nipped his ear and Harry lets out a low husky sound that she loves. He slowly placed her in the backseat of his car and pulled her skirt upwards showing her thigh. Harry sucked on her inner thigh making her gasp loudly and grab a fistful of his short brown curls. He continued sucking on her and slowly slid the lace of her panties down exposing her wet centre." I couldn't t control myself when I saw you in that saree," Harry mumbled between kisses making her shiver at the intimate way he talked to her. "Please Harry" she breathed out desperately. He then lifted himself off her and took off his pants, leaving her with nothing but her thali and bra on. He traced his hands around the mehndi that adorned her hands and went up to her upper thighs and trailed kisses up her stomach to her breasts. Her breathing was heavy and uneven.

"Fuck me you are so stunning, baby "

he mumbled as he caressed her tits tenderly.

Yn whimpered under his ministrations. "I need you, Harry.." Harry smirked when she said his name like that. . He lifted himself so he could get a better angle. He positioned himself between her parted legs and pushed himself inside her slowly." Look me in the eyes babe" he demanded. Yn complied and stared straight into his eyes.

Harry moved his hips and began grinding against Yn making her moan. She felt herself reaching climax. He removed the rest of her clothing and joined his lips with hers while he rubbed himself against her. Yn bit her lower lip whilst wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. With his, he started rubbing her clit and she let out a muffled gasp. He continued moving his hips in slow motion causing her to arch her back into his thrusts. She felt his erection pushing her walls apart. Yn moaned lowly and gripped harder onto his hair.

Suddenly, he stopped pressing against her and she was confused. Harry's lips were pressed against her neck when he spoke. " Look at my face" he ordered her. She obeyed. "When I feel you close like this I know that you are going to cum" he murmured into her ear while placing kisses on her neck. Yn let out a loud gasp and arched her back even harder into him, her hips starting to thrust into his. Harry placed his hands on either side of her head.

"Look at me while you come for me baby" Harry whispered before plunging himself deeply into her. Yn clenched around him in pure bliss, the feeling of her walls tightening around his dick was amazing. Harry could feel his climax approaching him ."Come on Harry cum for me " I know you're close let go for me yes " he continued thrusting in her with his hips while his voice deepened. Yn came screaming his name along with his name. They didn't break eye contact as Yn orgasmed and collapsed on Harry.

Once Yn had caught her breath she looked at him. Harry smiled down at her and caressed her face. He helped her get dressed and removed her makeup. "I can't believe we fucked in the car what the hell". Harry said laughing. Yn slapped his shoulder jokingly.

The sun was setting when they returned to their room, the couple snuggled up into their bed and fell asleep instantly.

This is how I imagined their outfits to be

A/n: this was my first time writing anything . if you like this please reblog and follow my channel i would appreciate it very much thank you.

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[sbrown82]

I have a love/hate relationship with Brian, he’s cool and all but I would’ve beat the hell out of him Fr. And I agree with that other person saying that their were more women in the mix with Brian and Mick that they loved other that Anita, I’m pretty sure he didn’t even love her he was just stunned by her beauty and liked that she was foreign. The whole thing with Mick is that I think he was more in love with men than women in my opinion, he formed deeper connections with men than he ever did with a woman. All of his women were dogged out by him.

You know what's funny, I think Brian and Mick are a lot alike in many ways. One of them being they were both misogynists who treated the women in their lives like shit. Mind you, Brian has at least 5 kids with 5 different baby mamas, and Mick has 8 with 5 different baby mamas (most of them he cheated on the last one with). I do think Brian loved Anita because she was like his dream girl, but he did used to beat her up because he was insecure, jealous, paranoid, and a fucking drug addict. He especially liked to throw shit at her like lamps and clocks. But she also used to fight him back. Also, I don't think Mick is gay or into men. People just say that because he was always very androgynous and flamboyant. But he's not the biggest admirer of women either. The fact that he always dogs them out or think they're "gold diggers".....chiiile, Charlie and Keith would NEVER!!!

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[breakthechainx]

𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 & 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 // 𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕥. 𝟡

Summary: Moving to Hawkins wasn’t your ideal plan for your senior year of highschool, but upon arrival you make some new friends and a relationship you believe may work out, or so you think. Through all of this, you slowly begin to meet the “town freak”, Eddie Munson, and try your best to build a relationship with him, but some obstacles may hold you back. Will true love prevail? (alternate reality) 

Warnings: 18+ injuries, abusive partner mention, swearing, angst, sexual content, kissing, some fluff

part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 4 • part 5 • part 6 • part 7 • part 8

Hawkins, 1985;

Upon arriving at Eddies, you pulled in beside his van before sitting there, examining your face in the mirror to be sure there were no visible signs of bruising or marks from the interaction earlier with Billy. You wiped at your eyes, dismissing the fact that your face was slightly red and puffy from crying the whole way to Eddie's trailer. You huffed out a deep breath before stepping out of the car and walking up to his door, making it known you were there with a subtle knock. 

To your surprise, an unknown face answered the door, staring at you blankly. “Can I help you?” the older gentleman asked, his voice rough but harmless, his eyebrow slightly raised. You took him in, examining his plaid shirt and worn out jeans. He eerily resembled your father; even dressed the same. You shook your head out of your thoughts before responding. 

“Yeah, sorry um- I’m here to see Eddie?” you said, but more so questioned. Was it a good time? Maybe you shouldn’t have come. 

“He’s in the back, come on in..” He stated, waving you in slightly with his hand. You nervously stepped in, taking in the trailer as you waited on Eddie to come out of his room. The trailer was a decent size, with decorative mugs and hats hanging all over the walls of the kitchen and living area with different states and attractions from places they must have visited in the past, slightly dimmed lights and lamps, and an overall comforting feel. 

 “Can I get you anything, some water or..?” The man asked kindly, wandering around his own kitchen as if he was new to the place. I guess it would be the right thing to do to introduce yourself. 

“No, no I’m okay, thank you.” You said with a soft smile, finally getting to your introduction, “I’m y/n, by the way, I go to school with Eddie.” you said, trying to fill the awkwardness of the room. 

“I’m Wayne,” he said, offering you a hand from across the counter, “I’m Eddie's uncle.” You shook his hand before crossing your arms over your chest. Again, another awkward silence followed as you both stood there, waiting on Eddie to come out of his room. 

“You know, if it’s a bad time I don’t mind coming back-” you said hurriedly, hoping he wasn’t in the middle of something with Eddie. 

“No, no it’s okay, I'm about to go to work at the plant soon. Just wanted to make sure you were taken care of before I left.”

I knew it, he did work at the plant. “Oh, I’m sure you know my father, f/n, then. He started at the plant a few months ago.” you said plainly, not too enthusiastic to be sharing anything about him or letting people know you were related. Honestly, he didn’t deserve the attention.

“Yeah, I’ve met ‘em. Not too often we get more help at the plant around this time.” He said, shrugging as he spoke. 

“Hey, y/n-” you heard from down the hall, and you turned to see a wet haired Eddie peeking out of the room at the end of the hall. He smiled softly and you sent him a halfhearted grin as you hugged your arms tighter around yourself. 

“Eddie, I’m headed to work. If you two need anything just call,” he nodded at Eddie, turning back to give you a soft smile, “It was nice to meet you, y/n,” 

"It was nice to meet you too, Mr. Munson,” you said in return, and he turned to grab his keys before heading out for the rest of the night, just like your father did most of the time. You finally turned back to Eddie from down the hall, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table as he dried his hair off with a towel. Wow, he looks good, you thought. 

He walked down the hall as he continued with his towel, wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of gray sweats. You could feel your cheeks redden as he approached you, looking away nervously as he was leaning against the counter across from you, “Wow, I really thought you’d be a no show,” he said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes, looking back up at him as you responded, “I’m hurt you’d even think that,” you jokingly threw your hand over your heart, though you weren’t in the joking mood. Your mind continued to wonder back to your interaction with Billy in the school parking lot. 

“Oh yeah? What took you so long to get here then, sweetheart?” he leaned in closer to your face, crossing his own arms over his chest curiously. 

“I uh-” you gulped, “I just got stuck doing some extra school work..” you trailed off, looking away nervously. 

Eddie scrunched his eyebrows at your response, knowing you were lying. “You know, if anything is wrong, you can tell me-” 

“Yeah I know,” you responded quickly, looking up to send him a convincing smile, “I’m alright,” you lied straight through your teeth. “So, what would you like to do on this fine evening?” you asked, trying to move on from the previous conversation. 

He smiled, walking over to the couch, plopping down on it as he placed his hands behind his head, “Well, I was thinking we could grab a movie from Family Video, get something to eat- anything you want, really.” he offered, smiling innocently at you. 

You walked over and sat down beside him, folding your hands in front of you, “A movie sounds nice,” you agreed, “What’re you thinking? Horror? Romance?”

“Definitely horror, last time I watched that sappy shit I cried for a whole week,” he joked, acting as if he were crying by mockingly wiping at his under-eyes. You shoved him playfully with an eye roll, giggling. 

“Well, m’lady,” he pushed himself up by his knees before offering you a hand, “Let’s go get ourselves a movie, and maybe some dinner- I’m starving.” 

You laughed out an okay, taking his hand as you both headed to his van. He opened the door for you like a gentleman and you both were off to Family Video. Robin was working today, and helped you and Eddie pick out a movie after what felt like hours of discussing the plot of each and every film they sold in the store. You both finally agreed on Fright Night, grabbed some food, and headed back to Eddie’s trailer before getting settled in.

Eddie placed the VHS in the television before plopping down on the couch beside you, fumbling with the remote to get the movie started and finally tearing into his food. You laughed and he glanced at you with part of his burger sticking out his mouth. “What?” he said through his mouth full of food.

You shook your head at him, “Nothing, just looks like you haven’t eaten in days.” you said sarcastically, taking a bite of your own food. 

He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink, “Well, the cafeteria food isn’t exactly justifiable for human consumption,” he said as he took another bite of his burger.

“I guess you’re right,” you jokingly agreed as the movie finally began. As you both finished up eating, you removed your shoes and curled up into the couch, leaning into Eddie as he placed a nearby blanket on your frame. He wrapped his arm around the back of the couch, grazing your shoulder with his fingers. 

As the movie continued, you could feel yourself inching closer and closer to Eddie. In the midst of the movie, you turned to look at him, taking in his features as the light from the television lit his face up. He was intently focused on the movie as you looked at him, smiling at how he bit his lip and widened his eyes at the scene on the screen. When he felt you staring at him, he looked over at you, a smile spreading across his face as he whispered, “What?”

You bit your lip nervously with a grin. Your heart began to pound in your chest and your eyes wandered down to his lips, then back up to his illuminated eyes. God, I wanna kiss him, you thought, but knew that maybe it wasn’t the best idea. This whole situationship was fresh, you didn’t want to ruin it. So you shook your head and whispered back, “Nothing, sorry..” 

You turned back to continue with the movie, but Eddie lightly grabbed your chin to turn you towards him, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. You were taken aback at first, but eventually grabbed onto his hand that was placed gently on your face and pulled yourself into him, wanting to get as close as possible. 

The kiss intensified, and you both pulled away quickly for air. He pressed his forehead to yours, a crisp chuckle escaping both your lips. Regardless of already kissing once before at Nancy’s party, it felt as if it were your first time, the nerves making you both feel as though you had never been kissed before. You felt nervous, yet confident with Eddie. And on top of that, he made you feel safe, and important. Like you were the only person that mattered in the world. 

After gasping for breath and gathering your thoughts, he leaned in again to kiss you, pulling you in closer to him. As the kiss intensified once again, you found yourself crawling on top of his lap, running your fingers through his long, brown locks as his own hands ran up and down your back and eventually underneath your shirt, causing your skin to overcome with goosebumps. 

As his hands continued to wander over your body, they slowly made their way up to graze through your hair, and you hissed in pain as his hands ran over your neck, causing you both to pull away quickly. “Shit- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he said frantically, his eyes worried as he noticed your grimace.

You shook your head, looking down as you placed your hand lightly on the nape of your neck, “It’s okay, just a little sore from, uh..” you gulped, fluttering your eyes as a lie ran through your teeth, “just from where I slept last night..”

Eddie scrunched his eyebrows and nose at that response, shaking his head as he reached over to turn on the tableside lamp. “Let me see, y.n..” he said as he pulled you into him and lifted your hair up, but you fought back, trying to pull away from his interrogation.

“Eddie, its fin-” you said, but he had finally gotten you to turn around and held your hair up enough to see it. You could feel his body tense up as he sat there, silently staring at the bruised fingerprints on the back of your neck from Billy’s grasp. 

“When did this happen.” he asked, though it was more of a firm statement, because deep down, he knew when this happened and who exactly did it to you. You could feel the tears starting to well up in the corners of your eyes as you bit the inside of your cheek. 

“Eddie, it’s nothing real-” you said, your voice shaking, but he shook his head as he dropped your hair. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill that son of a bitch,” he said angrily, gently pushing you to side as he stood up to go grab his car keys off the counter. He was fuming. This was the angriest you had ever seen Eddie, and he never got angry. Maybe a little emotional; but never angry. 

This is not good.

author notes: hello all! heres the newest chapter!! i may be a little slow the next few days or week since classes start monday and i have a new internship, so please be patient with me. in the mean time, i hope yall enjoy and have a great day!!! (:

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[magical-mistakes-vm]

8

Things take yet another interesting turn as Vollrath and Mahala keep talking...could something more be at play here?

Somewhere between the kitchen and his bedroom as they had briefly discussed how the next few days would go, they both had started to relax.  She was going to be introduced to his company as his new Assistant.  Only Baldur and Elmar would know who she truly was, and, more than that, what she meant to him. Although, he was already trying to figure out how to explain it to them, since it still wasn’t making much sense to himself.  They had known him since childhood and no doubt would be in shock.

Vollrath had told her more about his friends and Seconds in leading the Coven, about his family, his normal life, and what the Coven was like.  It had then been her turn to tell him about what her life had been like.  He knew that there was something wrong with her childhood and made a mental note to have both Baldur and Elmar look into it.  Her family was as powerful as his, so not to tell her about her gifts and for her mother to have kept her moving around the country as a child made him worry for her.  Now she was under his care, she would be safe, however he wanted to know who or what could be after her.  Bringing her under Coven protection now was even more crucial than ever and he was not going to let her be alone, ever.

Starting on Saturday they were going to take a trip into the mountains to his cabin.  There, away from people and the noise of the city, they would start to do training on all aspects of her abilities and magic in general.  They’d spend at least a week up there, Baldur and Elmar could hold everything for his company and the Coven down that long without having to contact him.  They might come back the next weekend to handle issues if they needed to, or they might just stay up there.  How things went would all depend on how good of a student she was.  He didn’t mention it, but it would also depend on how things were going between them. 

“See, much more comfortable up here.” Vollrath kissed the top of her head as he adjusted the throw that was covering both of them as they reclined on the sectional in his master suite.  Only one lamp in the room was on and it cast a soft golden glow over them that added to a warm amber glow from the gas log fireplace that Vollrath had lit up to take the chill out of the air.  Currently they were sitting in the corner of the sectional, Vollrath leaning back against one side, legs outstretched with Mahala between them, her head just tucked under his chin. “I already admitted you had a point.” A slight chuckle followed, but he already knew she was teasing from the sound of her voice.  “Don’t make me elbow you again, I’ve got both our mugs and I don’t think you want me to spill hot coffee on you.”

“I don’t know.”  He teased back as he gently retrieved his mug from her, making sure that he, in fact, did not spill it on himself or, worse, her.  “Having you play nurse on a burn on my upper thigh might not be so bad.”  His other arm held her a bit tighter against him as he anticipated getting smacked for that comment, playfully of course.

“VOLLRATH  NACHTNEBEL!”  Now Mahayla laughed outright.  “Do you always make such innuendos on the first date?” Leaning slightly to the side, she looked up at him, fighting a laugh and trying to look offended.

“Already with the full name, my dearest little witch!  Was that really necessary?”  Now he was laughing and pretending to be offended as well.  Both were failing miserably, mostly due to not being able to contain their laughter.  “And no, I do not make such innuendos on the first date, ever.  I am a perfect gentleman, which you will see on our first date.  As it is Wednesday, it means in two days.  However, this is not our first date, this is just your first time in my home, therefore the rules are different.”  He’d already kissed her, he’d already wiped away tears, he’d already held her in his arms to help calm her nerves over being overwhelmed.  Assuming she’d agree to a first date seemed like a foregone conclusion at this point.

“You seem pretty assured I want to go on a date with you.  I mean, I guess I could lower my standards….” Mahala shrugged her shoulders, tipping her head to the side, and slightly rolling her eyes before taking a drink of her coffee so she didn’t laugh.  

“Das Lionessa Der Nachtnebel, you do go for the jugular, my dear.  I believe my pride is not only wounded, but completely dead.” Vollrath chuckled and shook his head.  He absolutely adored her ability to snark back at him.

“I’m sure it will recover with the flattery of some female at some point.  With your good looks it won’t take you long to find one to throw herself at you I’m sure.”  She kept her voice dismissive, but the thought of another woman in his arms like she was at that moment made her heart hurt, and she had no reason why.  They had just met and she didn’t know if there was anyone else he was seeing.  She only assumed not after what he’d said in the kitchen.

“No…no…I believe only one female at this point is going to work.  A devastatingly beautiful little witch I found practicing forbidden rituals in my woods this evening.” A kiss was dropped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.  “And it is absolutely going to have to be Friday, delivered in a beautiful dress, over a fine dinner with wine.  No other way will it be resurrected.” 

“Fine…I can’t have the Master Warlock of the area walking around with his pride in the grave at my expense.  You shall get your first date, Vollrath.  However, I can’t guarantee that there will be a second.”  She tipped her head to look back at him.  “You best be on your good behavior.”

“Only my best, and I can guarantee there will.” He grinned at her and kissed the tip of her nose.  He could already hear Baldur and Elam insisting he’d lost his mind.  Maybe he had, but he was enjoying it.

“Why does that make me think that you’re still not guaranteed to be a good boy.” Mahala laughed, the sound making Vollrath’s heart do something funny.  Yes, he had lost his mind.  Tomorrow at the office would be confirmation, he was sure of it. “Darling, I am a warlock, I’m rarely a good boy.  When there is a beautiful woman in my arms who I am attracted to, I’m even less of one.”  He grinned and held her even tighter against him.  If he could convince her not to go into the other room to sleep that night or go home, he would be the best boy ever.  

“I feel like I’m being warned.”  She laughed and then her face grew a little more serious.  “What did you call me a minute ago?  Das lionessa…?” Mahala couldn’t remember the rest of it.

So she had caught it, Vollrath had wondered when she hadn’t immediately asked.  “Promise to not try to run screaming, I would hate to have to chase you.”  He had said it without thinking, almost as if it flowed naturally.  Now, now he was nervous.  

“Why?  Did you insult me in some foreign language? Vollrath, you’re kind of scaring me again.” Her eyes narrowed at him, wondering what he had really said and why he was nervous.  It sounded like he’d called her a lioness, but she wasn’t sure why he’d want a reassurance she wasn’t going to run if that was the case.

“Mahala, please just promise.” Now his voice was serious, those hazel eyes holding a silent imploring as well.  While he waited for Mahala to respond, Vollrath felt like he was holding his breath, not sure if she would agree.  So, when she finally nodded, he sighed heavily.  “My grandmother was a powerful witch, much like you.  My grandfather, her husband, called me the Lion of the family.  She gave a prophecy that one day I would find my equal, das lionessa der Nachtnebel.  And further, das Lionessa der Nachtnebel will rip out their throats and take their heads.  Don’t ask what that means, I have no clue, other than I took it to mean that when she stood by my side that she would rule as my equal, since my grandfather always said I was more vicious than he’d seen in generations.”  He swallowed, waiting for her response.  How bad had he just fucked things up with a woman that seemed to cause him to take two steps forward and one back all night, and was he going to have to chase her down?  There was no doubt he’d lost his mind to even be thinking the things he was about her, let alone how he kept feeling, but he wasn't’ letting her go or losing her.

Mahala turned to look away from him, not saying a thing.  Her eyes darted about as she absorbed what he was saying.  All night they’d been doing a back and forth dance, a push and pull with one another.  It had started in the forest, and had not stopped.  This revelation was something more though, it felt like all the air had been sucked from her lungs.  Her mother had always said she was “her little lioness” because of how feisty and headstrong she’d been as a child. More than once she’d been told her viscous temper had no equal, and that she was more likely to take someone’s head off than make a friend.  There was no way that Vollrath could have known any of that, and this seemed one more thing in a weird set that had been going on all night.

“So, you think?  You think that’s me?” Finally she asked, still feeling like there was a weight on her chest.  She was still facing away from him, needing that tiny bit of disconnect to handle things.  

“I didn’t think.  It just came out as if that was your name, who you are.  Like it was right.”  There was an uncertainty in his voice, and the fact she wasn’t looking at him was not helping him any.  He kept his hold on her, praying she wouldn’t try to run.  They had gotten so relaxed with one another somehow from how things had gone down in the mudroom just a few short hours earlier.  Why could they not have just a few calm hours?

“I told you I don’t believe in fairytales, but after tonight I’m beginning to wonder.” Mahala said after  a moment to think. “My mother called me her little lioness.”  Her voice stuttered and she leaned over to set her mug on the tray table. “Said that I was likely to take someone’s head off because of my temper. So either you’re reading my mind, or….”  She let her voice trail off, and she felt his arms tighten around her as she leaned back, closing her eyes to try and calm her nerves and racing heart.  “Now we just need the villain, or maybe that is what I’m going to find when I go through that mansion I inherited.  It seems that would fit with my mother running away and never coming back, an evil king?”  She took a deep breath, still trying to fit everything right in her head. Opening her eyes, she once more tipped it to look up at him.  His lips thinned, brows drawn together, forehead lined, and eyes tight, his expression hit her heart, causing her hand to rise to rest against his cheek.  “You can see I’m not walking away even if it is like a fairytale and I’m in the center of it somehow.”  

Vollrath felt like something had hit him in the middle of his chest and his breath came out in one rushed huff, leaving his lungs burning.  His words from the kitchen, the one thing he’d asked her, she’d not thrown those words back at him the way some had in the past but instead used them to sooth his nerves that few ever knew he had.  “You could completely destroy me, Mahala Codona.  You know that?”

“I won’t.  You trusted that when you told me how to do it.”  She closed her eyes as she rested fully back against him.  “And I trusted you when you told me I was safe with you after you scared the shit out of me when we came in your house.” Mahala moved her head so her forehead rested against the side of his neck.  “You and I, we hold power over one another, and yet we already trust.  I won’t claim to understand it either, Vollrath.  This whole night has been….”

“A constant contradiction?” He finished for her, for the second time in an evening.  She nodded softly, and it made him smile.  He couldn’t argue with her.  The whole night seemed like a continual and constant contradiction.  They’d go from almost fighting to being soft with one another.  Him wanting to throttle her to wanting to kiss her till she was dizzy from being breathless.  There was a message from the ancients in there somewhere.  

After a few minutes of silence, Vollrath asked the one question that he needed for that night. “Please, stay with me tonight. We can stay right here.  I don’t want you leaving me.”  With all they had talked about, with all the back and forth, with it feeling like the ground was shifting under his feet, he didn’t want to be alone and the only person he wanted with him was her.  He wouldn’t force her to stay, but he might beg.  Baldur and Elmar were going ot have him fucking committed to the closest mental institution.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Mahala’s voice was soft, relaxed, and calm.  She didn’t know what the next few days would hold, but at the moment, she just wanted to stay right where she was. 

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