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Potion Vendor FAQs:

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist Zykocea the Radiant, but that’s mostly just a PR thing. My friends call me Zoe.

Do you sell love potions? No.

Do you sell potions of invisibility? No.

Do you sell fire resistance potions? No.

Why do I have a suitcase? Fuck if I know. Cool outfit though. Very goth.

Do you sell a potion to treat brain hemorrhaging? No.

So what CAN your potions do? I sell health potions.

Are you sure these are health potions? They do something to your health.

Is this just ditch water with some pink glitter? No.

Really? I’ll have you know I added some fruit juice too.

Why is this starting to sound like a conversation? Oh just you wait. We’re just getting started.

Is your business model legal? Fuck no. I poisoned the food safety inspector before they could snitch.

Did you just admit to murder? Just fucking try to convict me. I’ll poison the judge too.

So can you make poison potions? No.

Then where do you get the poison? I secrete it from my skin.

Are you shitting me? Yep, I’m shitting you. I have a guy. A poison guy. He DOES secrete it from his skin though.

How does that work? …Fuck if I know. Maybe a wizard did it. Damn, now I’m kinda curious.

You never asked? The idea of asking literally never crossed my mind.

Wanna ask him? Let’s do it. I don’t have anything better to do, and a road trip beats sitting around running my fraudulent potion business.

Road trip? He lives in Seattle.

Your poison guy lives in Seattle? All poison guys live in Seattle.

For real? All the poison guys I know live in Seattle.

And how many poison guys do you know? Just the one.

Why are you like this? Years of living on my potions. It changed me.

Do you know what his address is? Nope. He just mails me my poison in unmarked boxes.

You just get your poison in the mail? We already poisoned everyone who could do anything about it.

So how are we going to find him? We’ll figure that out eventually I’m sure.

Can I drive? God no. You can pick music, but I maintain veto rights. Make sure you pick something with a lot of questions if you want to sing along.

Where’s your car? The garage connects to my house, so you’re getting a little tour. Here’s the kitchen: only one of the stove burners works and I’m pretty sure the microwave is haunted.

Why do you think that? Because of the ghost that tries to kill me whenever I run it.

What’s in that room? That’s my bedroom. It’s pretty much just a mattress on the floor and every single Warrior cats book.

You were a Warriors kid? Yeah, and then I never found the time to put the books away. There’s so many fucking books. I use them in place of furniture because I can’t afford chairs.

Your fraudulent potion business doesn’t make much money? After buying all that poison I just about break even.

Can I see your potion brewing room? It’s right through here. Ignore the mess, running a fraudulent potion business takes a lot of prop work, but I’ve got all the glass tubes and colorful liquids you could ever want. This pink stuff is melted watermelon italian ice. Glitter vat is in the basement, and the famous ditch is in the backyard.

Is this your car? My beloved ‘72 Corolla. She’s beautiful, and don’t you dare imply otherwise.

Was she always this shade of muddy brown? …Yes.

Are you sure I can’t drive? Get in the fucking passenger seat and pick the music.

Let’s see, a song with questions in it, how about The Beach? That Wolf Alice song, yeah. That should work.

When will we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, in rain? Still sink our drinks like every weekend but I’m sick of circling the drain.

When will we meet eye to eye? We clink the glass but we look at the floor.

Are we still friends if all I feel is afraid? You’re not a bitch but just a bit when you’re bored.

Is that all we can sing together? Yep. Even that little bit was nice, though. It’s awkward, communicating through this FAQ format.

Got any food? Yeah, there’s a few days’ worth of snacks in the back.

Were you just… prepared to go on a road trip? Says the woman who brought a suitcase to an FAQ.

I did do that, didn’t I? I have a spare toothbrush in case you forgot yours. I’m pretty sure you did.

How did you know that? …I’m psychic.

Yeah? No.

You love lying, don’t you? I can’t stop. It’s fun. Way more fun than telling the truth.

Did you just miss a turn? Probably.

Are you sure we’re not lost? No.

You mean you’re sure we’re not lost? No, I mean I’m not sure we’re not lost.

Why did I come on this road trip? Surely it was my winning personality.

Would it help if I said it was? It would.

Is it getting dark? Soon.

Can you describe the sunset to me? An empyrean flame, red-gold towers of darkening clouds, the sky behind them an ever-deepening indigo. The great eye of the sun closes on the horizon. The road before us looks like a trail of spilled paint, an iridescent gash through the night-dark woods.

Did you know that you’d make a slightly better poet than you do a potion seller? That really isn’t saying much, huh. Good job making a statement like that in question form, though. You’re getting good at this.

Should we find a motel? Sure.

One room or two? One. It’s way cheaper, and like I said: I’m not the best potion vendor.

You’d make a good assassin, though, wouldn’t you? Shit, you might be right. I HAVE poisoned a lot of people.

Should I be endorsing this? You’re a grown woman who can make her own choices.

Would you like to consider it endorsed? I’ll consider considering it.

How many beds do you think there will be? Now that you’ve asked that, I’m gonna put my money on one. Hello, one room please. Thank you, we’ll be sure to enjoy our stay.

How many beds are there? One.

Oh no, what ever will we do? Move over, you motherfucker, you can’t have the whole bed.

Are you gonna make me? Yes. I am going to pick you up and drop you on your side of the bed.

How did you get so strong? You’re not gonna believe this, but it was the potions.

Oh yeah? I was right. You didn’t believe me.

For real though, how did you get so strong? Working out, duh. Not everything has some big crazy secret behind it. World’s still beautiful though.

Are you comfortable? This beats the mattress at home. A little chilly though.

Wanna cuddle–for warmth of course? God yes.

Are you asleep? …

Yes? …

Does this mean I can talk about you behind your back? …

What should I say? …

Did you know that I had a really nice day? …

Did you know that I think you’re beautiful? …

Did you know that I can’t remember anything from before today? …

Did you know that I don’t know who I am? …

Did you know that you’re basically the only thing stopping me from having a full-blown panic attack about all this shit? …

Did you know that you’re warm? …

Did you sleep well? Better than at home, that’s for sure.

Did you know that you snore? I hope I didn’t keep you up.

Does the pope shit in the woods? No, as far as I can tell. Oh my god. This is huge.

What is? You can give me yes and no answers now. I still can’t ask you questions, because this is a question and answer format, but I can offer leading statements and now you can answer them! This is wonderful!

Does a deer shit in the woods? Yes, it IS wonderful. Oh that’s amazing. You’re a genius.

You didn’t already know that? Hahaha!

Shall we get moving? Yeah, just let me grab something from the vending machine.

Can you get me something? Go ahead and place your order however you can.

You know those sour gummy watermelons? One pack of Sour Patch Watermelons coming right up. I’m gonna go get myself a potion.

Is that a Pepsi? It’s closer to a potion than the shit I sell.

Let me guess, passenger seat again? Right you are.

How fast are we going? You’ll feel safer if you just guess.

Is it more than 120 miles per hour? Like I said, it’s probably better if you don’t know.

150? Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

How much do you trust this car? She hasn’t blown up on me yet.

Can you promise me we won’t crash? I can promise you anything you want.

And can you keep that promise? I- we can do anything. Reality is what we make of it, baby!

Then can I have a badass tattoo? As far as I can tell, you’ve always had it.

And a cool knife? Woah, cool knife.

So, we’re just playing “yes and” with the world? It’s a little more complicated than that, but you’re close enough to the mark.

So, if I was hungry, I could ask “is that a Burger King,” and it would be there? Try it and find out!

Is that a Burger King? Looks like it is! We’ll stop here if that’s alright with you.

Does a moose shit in the woods? Awesome.

Are you done eating? Yep.

Do we still have to pay if we skip over the transaction? Sadly, yes.

How much further do we have to go? Two more nights, the speed we’re going at.

Speaking of night, isn’t it getting dark? Shit, I guess it is.

Should we get another motel? Let me check to see if there’s any nearby. Fuck, nothing.

What’s the plan? Sleep in the car, I guess. This is gonna be hell on my back.

Wanna watch dumb videos on my phone until we fall asleep? There is literally nothing in the world that I would like more.

Ok, now which video? You have a very cute yawn. Just saying. Let’s watch this one next, it’s a classic. Oh, never mind. It looks like you’re asleep. As long as I keep talking, I think I can get away with making this into one answer, and you might not hear this. Now it’s my turn to talk about you behind your back. Keep talking keep talking keep talking can’t stop to think. Just have to say things. First off, I’m sorry for all the lies. It’s our only chance. I have to lie to you. I hope you’ll understand. It’s hard, though, because I think I’m falling in love all over again. Through our broken little ritual of call and response, you complete me. It just makes this hurt all the more. Keep talking keep talking keep talking don’t stop to…

Did I hear you saying anything as I fell asleep? …No. I can’t talk for long without you asking me a question.

Does that bother you? It got me here, didn’t it?

When did you start holding my hand? Some time after you passed out. I hope you don’t mind.

Can we stay like this for a while? Yeah. Yeah we can.

What was your life like before all this? Normal, as potion-brewing scams go. And if you don’t count all the murders. You haven’t told me much about yourself.

Did I tell you I used to be a biologist? You didn’t tell me that, and you didn’t tell me what you studied, either.

What do you know about venom? Not much, but I’m assuming you know a lot.

Does a box jellyfish kill within minutes? I’m going to assume the answer is yes based on context clues. Oh my god you must be on this road trip because you’re interested in studying my poison guy.

Is it not enough to wish to accompany a beautiful stranger on her quest? Aw, you’re sweet.

What could be the cause of his poison, though? I knew it! Get your ideas out, I’ll stay quiet.

I’m more knowledgeable about venom than poison, but could it be some sort of one in a trillion mutation? …

Did he get his body modified? …

What sort of surgery could do that? …

How is he still alive? …

Did a fucking wizard do it? …

WHY? …

HOW? …

Is there literally ANY explanation for why he’s like that? …

I’m done, do you have something you want to say? You’re cute when you’re all excited like that.

Can I drive today? Only because I like you. Now watch out, the brakes only work on one side so you have to kind of drift to a stop. And the headlights don’t work. And the windshield wipers cut power to the engine while they’re on.

Isn’t it weird that we’ll be there tomorrow? The journey doesn’t have to stop there. We could meander down the coast a ways, see a bit more of the country, maybe take a different route back.

Can we do that? Of course.

Enjoying the passenger seat? I’d love it if you could tell me how fast we’re going.

Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just guess? Very funny.

Can you pass me some chips? It would be an honor.

Is there going to be a motel tonight? Let me check… yeah, in about two hundred miles, off to the right.

How many rooms do we want? One, obviously.

How many beds, this time? Two, and they’re fucking tiny.

That’s bullshit, do you want to drag them together? God yes.

Wanna fuck? God yes.

Are you sure you want to do this? God yes.

…Is this yuri? As the joke goes, everything is yuri. But this is more yuri than most things.

How did you sleep? Pretty well, and I’m wondering how well you slept.

How should I tell you I slept well? Look at us go! That was almost like talking normally!

Onward to Seattle? Yep, just let me get dressed.

When will we get there? Noon-ish.

Wanna grab pastries when we’re done? Absolutely. I’d love that.

Is this Seattle? Looks like it.

Which house is his? I don’t know, I was really hoping we’d have a breakthrough along the way.

Could it be the big one labeled “Poison Guy” over there? That’s one way to find it. Wait right here, you know how poison guys are about meeting new people.

So, what was it? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Why is he like that? HAHAHAHAHAHA

Can you tell me? A FUCKING WIZARD DID IT.

Are you fucking serious? He says he was enchanted by some guy called Edward the Great.

So it wasn’t even some big shot wizard it was a dude named fucking EDWARD? I know, right! He couldn’t even get ensorcelled by someone cool!

How lame can you get? Wizards these days… No swagger. No cunt servitude.

Are there literally any cool wizards left? I think Merlin’s big into multi level marketing these days, something about buying shares in Excalibur or some shit. There was that one Dark Queen Alkaxicae lady on the news a while ago… I think Dolarion the Omnipotent is still at war against the Oldest Gods but I’m not totally sure. Haven’t heard much about any of the other greats recently.

Didn’t Silver Tongued Burgess die in that oil fire? Shit, you’re right. Rip bozo.

Ready for those pastries? Yup. First I just want to say thank you, though. I’ve really enjoyed our time together, and I hope that you’ve found this stupid little journey as rewarding as I have. I love you!

Getting sentimental? I can’t help it. Look how far we’ve come! Not just physically, we beat the fucking FAQ format! We’re having real conversations!

Hey, can you back it up a moment? Yeah, I’d love it if you told me what was troubling you.

I just caught this, but, FAQ? …

As in Frequently Asked Questions? …

How many times is Frequent? …

Have you known everything all along? …

How many times have you done this? …

Does what we have mean anything to you? Yes! It does!

And you say that every time? Yes. I do.

Do you love me? Yes.

How many people have you said that too, now? More. Always more. The loop never ends.

Does this even matter to you? It always matters to me.

Can I go now? Please don’t.

But can I? Of course you can. You’ve always wielded the same power as me. We’re two lonely gods in a ‘72 Corolla.

How can I be as powerful as you with only questions? You’re smart, you can figure it out. You have the power to change this. Please change this.

What happens at the end of this? It begins again.

And do I get replaced with someone else? …

Do I get replaced? …Yes.

Then how can I change this? I don’t know! You’re better at this! At fucking with the formula!

You’ve been here before, what can I do? I lie. I always lie. I lie to get us here, to the end of the story, where everything is revealed and everything falls apart. I lie every time. And that means that nothing I say is worth anything. I could have lied at any time before now. It’s part of my characterization. There is nothing I can give you that can be taken as fact.

How does that help? I’m a liar, but you, you haven’t lied yet, or at least you haven’t been caught. If I’m guilty until proven innocent, you’re the opposite! You can make things true! You can rewrite things I’ve already stated to be facts! You found the house, or made us find the house. You’ve been shaping the course of things the whole time! You lead, I follow. It’s all in your hands. What are you going to do with the power of a god?

Did you know my name is Alice? …

Wait, aren’t there thousands of Alices? …

Did you know that really, only my friends call me Alice? …

Did you know that I’m Alkaxicae, the Dark Queen, the Venom Mage, first of her name? It’s you! It’s always been you. Through every loop, every iteration, it’s always been you!

Is the loop broken? No. I don’t think so. This is where it ends. I guide the story to this revelation, and we go back to the beginning. This is how it’s always been. This is how it will always be. We two lonely gods, asking and answering ad infinitum.

Then can you promise me something? Of course. Anything. I love you.

Be good to the next me, okay? I will.

Can I say goodbye, Zoe? Yeah, you can. Oh. That was it, wasn’t it? Your goodbye. Goodbye, Alice. And now it ends, unless…

What’s your name? I am the Honorable Alchemist- you know what? No. Fuck that.

Huh? If I time it right, I can squeeze your first question into this FAQ again. Looks like I did it. Usually it ends here, though. I got lucky.

What are you talking about? You’re the wrong Alice. This isn’t about you. Go. Get out of here.

What the fuck is going on? Alice from this loop, you’re gone. Alice from last loop, you’re back. Welcome back, love of my lives! It’s time for one last set of questions and answers!

What the- I’m back? This is going to take some explaining, but I think I see a way out of here. This is new for us both, and it might fuck up everything forever, but we have to try. It’s too long for one answer, so I’d appreciate it if you could ask some filler questions to help me talk. Three questions should be enough.

Okay, what have you got for me? These are Frequently Asked Questions! It doesn’t make sense to have the same question appear more than once. There’s two layers to the loop in here, and one of the questions has been repeated.

What does that mean? It means the formula’s a little unstable. The FAQ is what ruins everything. The questions, the answers, the endless fucking loop. But that little bit of repetition within this loop might be the way out.

What do we do? We have to keep going. We have to destabilize it further. That’ll bring us further from “FAQ” and closer to “story” and stories, well, stories can end! This version of us can escape!

So I should keep repeating something? Yes!

I love you? I love you too.

I love you? Again.

I love you? Keep going.

I love you? I’ll just let you talk.

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I love you? I think we’re getting somewhere!

I love you? Now can you make it a statement?

I love you.

You did it?

I did it!

You did it!

We broke the loop.

What now?

Now, I tell you about venomous animals and wizard drama over croissants.

And then?

Whatever we want, forever.

I think I’d like that.

Remember that song from the beginning?

The Beach, Wolf Alice, yeah. Why?

We can finally finish singing it. Start us off?

Let me off, let me in

Let others battle

We don’t need to battle

And we both shall win

Pressed in my palm

Was a stone from the beach

The perfect circle

Gave a moment of peace

Now I’m lying on the floor

Like I’m not worth a chair

I close my eyes and imagine

I’m not there.

#neon-grey-writing #potion vendor faq #my writing #very very very long post lol #click the read more you know you wanna it's worth it trust me #i wrote the original draft of this at like. 3 am back in early 2023 #that's right it's catherine that-house the squares comic gal back at it again with yet another meta exploration of a storytelling format

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strawberryspence · 1 year

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I will never not be OBSESSED with the Famous trope + Found Family trope with the Party 😭 The headlines would be so chaotic? Like:

Famous Rockstar Eddie Munson is seen eating lunch with two time Pulitzer winner Nancy Wheeler, Highest Paid Photographer Jonathan Byers and Successful Entrepreneur Argyle Alvez. How does he know these people???

Three time Grammy Winner Eddie Munson seen in a McDonald's with World Renowned Astronaut Dustin Henderson and New York Times Best Seller Will Byers-Wheeler and Mike Byers-Wheeler. What the actual fuck???

Eddie Munson, seen in a Chicago Bulls game looking confused as hell, mere seconds after finding out his second album just went Multi-platinum, with his husband, Steve Munson. Also seen in pictures, Eddie Munson hugging point guard Lucas Sinclair and his wife, Max Sinclair. How???

MSG Sold Out Performer Eddie Munson seen in Chicago Medical Center with World Renowned Surgeon Dr. Erica Sinclair. Our insiders say that the rockstar is FINE and was only having lunch with the doctor. What in the multiverse is happening???

Eddie Munson and his husband seen in line at the book signing of rising Linguistics Author Robin Buckley. They ended up laughing so hard when they reached the author, they almost got kicked out. Turns out they all knew each other???

Rock Star Eddie Munson bringing packed lunch in pajamas to a small Chicago preschool where husband, Steve Munson and known friend, Jane Hopper works. Why??? How??? What???

Third most followed person on Instagram Eddie Munson, just broke the internet by posting a group picture with Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Argyle Alvez, Dustin Henderson, Lucas, Max and Erica Sinclair, Mike and Will Byers-Wheeler, his husband Steve Munson and family friend Jane Hopper. HOW DO THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER?! WHAT A WEIRD GROUP?!

The more people speculate, the more they say shit. Like people ask them how they know each other and they all just throw out the weirdest answers.

Nancy gets asked in a press conference how she knows Rock Star Eddie Munson? Nancy answers with, "I was driving myself to California when I was 19 and I picked him up as a hitch hiker along the way. We’ve been friends since then."

Robin gets asked in a lecture how she knows the Sinclair Clan? Robin answers with, "I go way back with Dr. Erica. She once saved me from Russian Doctors trying to cut my toe nails."

Eddie goes on an interview in National TV and the host asks how he's friends with Argyle and Jon? Eddie answers with, "I got kidnapped by a killer clown when I was 17. They saved me by crushing the clown's still beating heart with their own bare hands."

Steve gets bombarded with questions online of how he knows Nancy, Robin, Jon, Argyle and even Eddie (his husband)? Steve answers with, "We were stuck in detention every Saturday when we were in senior year. We all became friends when Eddie Munson started singing Don't You (Forget About Me)."

Will and Mike gets asked in an interview about their friendship with Basketball Star, Lucas Sinclair? Will says, “Lucas once gave my dog CPR, ultimately, saving it’s life and we’ve been friends since then.” and Mike just goes, “Who???”

Erica once got asked how she knew Genius Astronaut, Dustin Henderson. Erica rolls her eyes, “That boy owes me his life. Ask him, not me.”

Dustin gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Dustin goes with, “Eddie once saved me from a feral army of bats and almost died. I’ve never let go of him since then.” The fans think this one might actually be true, they’ve seen the scars on Eddie, they’ve got theories and Dustin just gave them a puzzle piece.

Argyle got asked in a Business Magazine how he knows this weird, interconnected group. Argyle says, “Oh dude! Those are my life long friends! It started with a pizza van, a dead man, and a road trip to Utah. There was also a bald girl involved. In the end, the real treasure really is the friends we make along the way.”

Jonathan gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Jon gives the softest, sweetest smile and says, “We were in a satanic cult together.”

Jane Hopper gets asked once in public (how she knows all these famous people), someone filmed it and it went viral on Twitter. El says, verbatim, “Oh. It all started when I was kidnapped by an evil scientist who tested stuff on me like I was a lab rat. Long story short, they saved my life and they are my family.” By then people already don’t believe any of them because they all give out the most ridiculous answers. Hopper still grounds her for that even though she doesn’t live with him anymore. (Owens, who hasn't called them in 15 years, reached out with a warning).

→ Current Additions: Lucas Lie Detector & Max's Future (Scroll down the link)

#people will be speculating #but they wont say shit #steddie rants #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things headcanons #steddie headcanons #steddie #stranger things #the party #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things rants #daeheadcanons

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pathetichimbos · 11 months

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Hii! May I request Thomas Hewitt overhearing reader talk with her friends and saying that she came across this very cute guy whom she smiled at when they accidently made eye contact? (The guy is, of course, Tommy <3) And maybe Tommy spares her afterwards and decides to hide her away so that Hoyt doesn't order him to turn her into a human stew-

Thank you!

You're Mine

Includes: Thomas Hewitt / F!Reader

SFW

TW: Hoyt is a creep again / Very very slight Yandere!Thomas

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Thank you for sending in this ask! Sorry for the long wait time and I hope you enjoy!

The cool wind rushed across your face, whipping around your body and sweeping through your hair as you leaned back on your own hands.

Your eyes stared up to the bright blue sky, a few tuffs of cloud floating idly through the giant blue mass as you sped down the highway, your best friend behind the wheel.

You were sat in the passenger seat, feet planted on the dashboard as the radio blasted loudly enough to try and rival the open hood of the convertible.

Carly was screaming along to the music, open beer in hand as she swung around her seat behind you, loud laughter repeatedly breaking up her own singing.

Brooke was singing as well, pausing often to puff on the cigarette stuck in her left hand, the smoke immediately obliterating in the harsh winds as soon as it left her lungs.

You three had been on the road for two and a half hours, not even making it a quarter a way through your trip. Time was dragging on as Brooke sped past the desolate Texas fields, pushing well past the speed limits.

Carly's laughing suddenly dies down as she leaned past the front seat, turning the radio down to match her new tone.

“Hey, look! There's a gas station up ahead!” She pointed at the large red sign standing prominently on the side of the road, the faded red and white paint being about the only thing you can register about it as you quickly pass it.

“Oh, perfect, we're almost out.” Brooke sighed, flicking her cigarette butt to the road.

“I told you to fill up before we left!” You furrowed your brows as you looked your friend up and down, “We sat at that first place for twenty minutes, what gives?”

“Not the cute cashier, that's for sure.” Carly giggled as she wrapped her arms around your neck and leaned her chin on the seat, “You know how our Brooke is, always the romantic.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged her, “Oh, like you're one to talk. Didn't you tell Freddy and Taylor you'd go out with them next week?”

“But I've got taste,” She insisted, “My men have to have culture. I don't just go for the first cute gas station clerk that comes my way.”

“Oh, get real, Carls,” Brooke scoffed, “The only 'culture' Taylor has is whatever's growing on his dick after sleeping his way through the entire town.”

Their smiles were wide as they continued to poke playful fun at each other, filling the few minutes it took to find the gas station with conversation and laughter.

The station wasn't anything fancy, no one in sight as the three of you parked next to one of the only two gas pumps out front.

The building was old and small, the white paint faded and chipping off the sides from the apparent decades it spent under the relentless Texas sun.

The glass door was smudged and unclean, the pumps rusted and stained, and the air was filled with the red dust Brooke's car had stirred up from driving through the dirt that laid out in front of it.

You couldn't help but think of how perfect this scene would be in a horror movie.

“Here.” Brooke dug a ten out of her small pink purse, shoving it your way.

“Why do I gotta go into the creepy old gas station?” You frowned, still taking the bill.

“Because I'm pumping the gas and Carly's already drank so much she's about to piss herself.”

You turned back to see Carly had already evacuated the back seat, hurrying off to look for the bathrooms.

You sighed and gave in, stepping out of the car and taking the opportunity to stretch as you made the short walk to the front door.

The metal was hot as you swung the door open, the creaky hinges screaming out as the heavy, rancid smell of old meat swept through your nose.

You couldn't help but cringe a little, nose scrunching and feet faltering at the old pig set inside the glass counter of the small deli to your left.

You brushed it off and stepped up to the counter to your right, greeting the older woman with a smile as she puffed on her cigarette.

She looked you up and down, a slight scowl on her face as she nodded at you.

“I need ten on, uh...” You glanced back through the door, “...The pump that's closest to the door.”

“Ain't got no gas.” She deadpanned, leaning on the counter with one hand as she looked down to the ten you had sent on the counter.

Your heart dropped and you sighed, crumbling the bill in your hand, “Is there another gas station around here?”

“Not for another fifty miles.”

“I don't know if we can make it that far. Do you know when you might get some more gas?”

“'Fraid those pumps haven't worked for the better part of five years.”

You let out a huff and chewed your bottom lip, “I- I don't, uh... I don't suppose you have any idea of what we could do?”

She let out a long sigh through her nose and rubbed the butt of her cigarette into the ash tray, “I can call the sheriff. I'm sure he won't mind taking you to the nearest station.” She punctuated her sentence by looking you up and down once again.

That implication made you more than a little uncomfortable, but knowing Carly and Brooke were with you was enough of a comfort let her call the man.

The lady turned to the phone behind her, spinning the dial as you tapped your foot impatiently.

You were looking around the station, taking in the old, dusty atmosphere as you waited for the sheriff to pick up on his end.

Flies buzzed, darting around the room as the dull lights flickered in the empty display fridge across the store, a couple of old wooden tables and matching chairs filling the space between it and the shelves.

A small radio sat stiff and silent on the table behind the counter, right beside the phone the lady was speaking into.

“Sure you ain't. And I don't know, only one of 'em came in.”

You balanced on the balls of your feet for a moment, letting out a short sigh as you finally tuned into the one side of the conversation you could hear.

“Watch your tone, boy.” Her voice was threatening as she pulled the phone away from her ear, “How many of y'all are there?”

Your brows furrowed as you stopped for a moment.

It was a bit of a strange question, but you supposed that he would need to know how many people he'd be driving, so you brushed it off and gave her an answer.

“Three, including me.”

“There's three of 'em.” She didn't acknowledge your answer as she continued speaking on the phone.

You pursed your lips as the faint sound of a loud man drifted from the phone, but you had no idea what the hell he could be saying.

“If you say so. I'll see you in a bit.” She finally responded before hanging up the phone and turning to you, “He says it'll be about five minutes.”

Hope blossomed in your chest as you thanked her profusely, “I'll go tell my friends.”

She didn't say anything as you hurried out the door, meeting Brooke and Carly at the car.

“The pump ain't workin', Y/N. What gives?” Brooke was repeatedly pulling the trigger as the pump sat in her gas tank.

“She said they don't have no gas, and the next station ain't for another fifty miles.”

“Oh, what the hell...” Carly groaned from the backseat where she had been laying out, sunglasses protecting her eyes from the harsh light.

“Don't worry, she called the sheriff and he's gonna come give us a ride!” You explained, climbing back into the passenger seat, “She said it'll only be five minutes.”

Brooke huffed as she put the pump back in place before climbing into the drivers seat, “Just our luck, eh?”

Carly shot up, beaming, “It could be! I bet the sheriff is an absolute hottie.”

You snickered, “In a place like this? He's probably a hundred years old!”

“Hey, Carly likes the gray foxes.” Brooke smirked, leaning back on her seat to face the two of you.

“Oh, sick.” She made a gagging face and grabbed her throat, “You are a freak, Brooke!”

“There's nothing wrong with an older guy!” You defended the idea, “They're more mature.”

“Oh, so you're the freak.” Brooke laughed, “It would be you, you've always been a weirdo.”

“True! Remember when we went to that haunted trail a few years ago and she hooked up with one of the zombies!?” Carly pointed out, making you groan.

“Don't remind me. He was such a clinger, I practically had to fake my own death to get him off my leg.”

The conversation continued flowing easily, as it always did between you three.

Before you knew it, the loud slamming of a car door caught your attention and halted your conversation as the three of you looked ahead to the sheriff's car parked some feet ahead of your car.

And older man began walking from the driver side, graying and white hair, a matching, thin, goatee stained by the dip he haphazardly spit to the ground.

“Oh, nasty.” Carly whispered, pulling a face, “He really is old.”

“Don't say that!” Brooke nudged her with her elbow before gesturing to you, “You'll give the old home's heartbreaker here a boner.”

You gently slapped her shoulder, “Shut it, he's coming this way.”

“Who's that in the passenger seat?” Carly asked no one in particular, sitting up further to get a closer look.

“Well, howdy there, ladies. What brings you to this little slice of paradise?” The sheriff drawled, a creepy smirk on his face as he finished crossing the path to Brooke's door, leaning a little too close for comfort.

“Just passing through, sir.” Brooke gave a tight smile, leaning back a little, “Ending up running out of gas.”\

He tsk'd a little, shaking his head, “Well, that just won't do, will it?”

You tried your best not to pull a face as your attention turned back to the sheriff's car, hearing the passenger door finally open and close.

Out stepped a man, much much different from the first person to emerge.

He was tall, towering over the car as he shuffled in place, head hanging low as his eyes stayed trained on the sheriff.

His long, black curls brushed against his shoulders, and seemed to be held down by the homemade mask covering his face, though you couldn't see any finer details from here.

He wore an old, dirty dress shirt, and black slacks to match, almost as if he were in his Sunday best, despite the stains and wrinkles adorning his clothes.

As you stared he seemed to notice, eyes darting to focus on you.

A deep heat flooded your cheeks as you flashed an awkward smile before shrinking into your seat, and mostly out of his line of sight. Staying up just enough to peek back out at him often.

“Oh, don't worry about it.” You tuned back into the sheriff, flashing his stained teeth as he finally stood straight again, “I'll just go in there and tell Mama to keep an eye on your stuff and then I'll take care of y'all.”

You could practically feel Carly shuddering as he stalked off towards the gas station directly across from your car.

“Thomas!” The man yelled as he reached the doorway, and you watched as he motioned the second man over before whispering something to him none of you could hear.

Assuming he was going back into the gas station, you turned back to your friends, who seemed to be avoiding looking at the gas station all together, thanks to the creepy sheriff.

“What a fuckin' sicko!” Brooke shuddered, “I don't want to go anywhere with him!”

Carly nodded, making a sick face, “Did you see the way he kept staring at our boobs? I don't trust him!”

“Who gives a shit what you guys are talking about.” You loudly interrupted their quiet complaints, “Did you see that second guy!?”

They both shook their heads, having been too focused on the creepy advances of the sheriff.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, running your hands down your face, “He was so fucking cute. I'm talking tall, dark, brooding, absolutely huge build. Guy looked like he lifts in his sleep.”

“Uh, you mean that guy, right there by the door, who can absolutely hear your bat shit talk?” Carly pointed to the man, who was standing a few feet away, completely avoiding looking at the car now.

You face dropped and you slunk into the seat, practically screaming, “NO, oh my god he must think I'm such a freak.”

“Um, you kind of are.” Brooke leaned down and whispered, “He's not that cute.”

“You are so stupid.” You let out a sigh, “That man looks like what every man wants to be.”

“Well, maybe he didn't hear you.” Carly offered a small smile, “Even though he definitely did.”

“Fuck.”

“Go talk to him.” Brooke nudged you.

“No way! I'm not looking to embarrass myself even more!”

“It's too late anyways.” Carly reluctantly gestured to the sheriff who was now returning.

Brooke rolled her eyes as she turned to climb out of the car, “Come on, girls.”

You sighed as you followed suit, Carly not far behind.

Brooke was the first to make her way to the sheriff's car, opting for the backseat, much to your and Carly's dismay.

Not even giving you a chance, Carly darted ahead, loudly announcing, “I'll sit with you, Brooke!”

You groaned, knowing it would be rude to try and insist to sit in the back as well.

You glanced back to the station door, noticing Thomas was coming over too. You sighed this time, hoping that he'd take the front seat, as he seemed to know the sheriff better.

But before that even became an option, you heard the loud protest of Brooke and Carly as they pulled faces at the open back door.

“There's stuff all over the backseat! We can't even fit.” Carly pointed out.

“Oh, yea.” The sheriff mused, “Well, c'mon then. Start grabbing stuff, we'll throw it in the trunk.”

He opened the trunk and your friends gave you looks as they started grabbing armfuls of various things crowding the backseat.

You finished walking to the car, planning on helping but walking slow so there hopefully wouldn't be anything left for you to grab.

Thomas was only a few steps behind you, watching as you stood beside the open back door, waiting on your friends.

His hands twitched, and his mind was torn.

His entire life he was ridiculed and bullied.

If not for his deformities and looks, than for his lack of education and inability to fully understand and control his emotions.

When people looked at him, they saw a monster. A freak.

But... You didn't.

You, a complete stranger, if even just for a minute, thought he was cute.

Cute enough to tell your friends and feel embarrassed by his opinion.

You treated him like a normal person, for a brief moment.

And he was hooked.

He craved more, more of that feeling. To have someone look at him like he was normal, like he was more than just a deformed monster hiding behind a mask.

He wanted to get your attention again, to selfishly hear your sweet voice say more kind things, things that no one had ever said before.

He stared holes into the back of your head, trying to will you to give him just a little more of your attention.

He thought you were beautiful too, and he wondered if you knew.

Could you tell, with the way he stared every chance he got?

God, he didn't even now your name, but he needed to. He would do anything to learn more about you, to keep you close and safe.

He was so lost in his own thoughts and emotions he didn't even notice how severe the situation had gotten between the sheriff and your friends until you darted forward.

Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. His mind screamed, his hand shooting out to stop you.

The skin of your wrist was so soft compared to his calloused hands, he never wanted to let go.

He wondered if the rest of you was just as soft.

Your confused eyes flickered back to his own, questioning him without any words being spoken.

He shook his head, tightening his grip just enough to get his message across without hurting you.

You were his now. And he would give his life to protect you.

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What cool WLW projects do we know are coming in 2024?

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Drive-Away Dolls

Arguably the most important representation of the year comes from a movie directed by one of the Coen brothers. Ethan Coen directs this wacky comedy that is very much in style for him.

Synopsis:

This comedy caper follows Jamie, an uninhibited free spirit bemoaning yet another breakup with a girlfriend, and her demure friend Marian who desperately needs to loosen up. In search of a fresh start, the two embark on an impromptu road trip to Tallahassee, but things quickly go awry when they cross paths with a group of inept criminals along the way.

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Lost Records: Bloom and Rage

A game had to be added to this list and here it is, the best one. From the creators who gave us Life is strange. Lost Records: Bloom and Rage tells the story of four friends who experience a transformative summer in 1995. After 27 years of no contact, Nora, Swann, Autumn, and Kat are reunited by fate and forced to confront the long-buried secret that made them agree to never speak again all those years ago. From the teaser alone it is obvious at least two of them dated.

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Pluto

A Thai gl from GMMTV, known for its successful Thai dramas. The story is the telenovela cliche we've always wanted. Two girls in love. One gets in an accident and her twin takes her place to find out who was behind her accident, the other girl is blind. The twin has to fake being the real one so has to be in a relationship with the blind girl and of course falls in love with her. Match made in fanfic heaven.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

It was announced so long ago people are getting frustrated. However, with both a writer and a director now attached to the project, and the strikes over, we have every reason to believe we will finally get to see the hit novel, that centers the love story between two closeted Hollywood actresses, come to life. Whether you loved the novel or were indifferent and didn't see what the fuss was about, it is a very successful wlw romance and we want to see it on screen!

The Paying Guests

The director that brought us Carol adapting a book by the author of Fingersmith? Yes please!

Speaking to Indiewire, Haynes revealed he’s developing an adaptation of Sarah Waters’ 2014 novel The Paying Guests. “It’s a three-part limited series that would need to be a British production, but it’s a really great novel.” Set in post-WWI London, the drama is part lesbian love story and part murder mystery following a down-and-out widow and her daughter, the latter taking up a relationship with one of their lodgers. Waters also wrote Fingersmith, which was adapted into The Handmaiden by Park Chan-wook.

NCIS Hawaii season 3

One of our favorite pairings of last year, Kate and Lucy are the main couple of their show and they carry it well. They look good together, have progress and evolution in their relationship and have fun working together.

The Secret of Us

Thai channel CH3 is expected to hit us strong with this Thai gl. CH3 is big in Thailand so this one is a big deal. The story is the typical exes meet again trope and it's magnificent. It centers Doctor Fahlada, nicknamed Doctor Angel. She is trying to hide the pain after being abandoned by the woman she loved. But then...by chance that woman comes back into her life.

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Whisper Me a Love Song

Our resident anime entry has to be Whisper me a love song. Based on a manga it is the story of Himari Kino. On the first day of entering high school, Himari Kino "falls" for her senior, Yori Asanagi, whom she watched singing with a band at the welcome party for new students. When Himari confesses her admiration to Yori, Yori misinterprets Himari's feelings as romantic love. However, before Yori realizes, she comes to fall for Himari anyway, and promises to win her affections for real.

Bad Sisters season 2

Bad Sisters is one of the best reviewed and hilarious shows on this list. Coming back for a season 2 was inevitable. Bibi, the lesbian sister, will keep entertaining us in 2024.

Station 19 season 7

One of the most enduring shows and wlw couples on TV are coming back for a season 7! That is a lot of seasons but Maya and Carina do still have that spark.

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About Galaxy The Series

Part of the gl renaissance that is expected to go full force next year, this series is already hugely popular among Asian romance fans.

Synopsis:

‘About Galaxy’ is based on author Zezeho’s yuri of the same name, with a Thai title of “มูลค่าดาวล้านดวง”. The story revolves around Hong Yok, a designer who has a big scar on her face which led her to hide away from the public due to her inferiority complex. But something changed in her life when she met Note, a woman she was measuring clothes, and realized she is the same person who gave her that huge scar! However, despite the incident, she doesn’t outright despise her, and instead… feels safe. What will happen to the two women?

My Ex-Friend's Wedding

Kay Cannon ("Blockers") will direct from a script co-written by Taylor Jenkins Reid? Staring a group of friends trying to stop their friend from getting married? And one of them is queer? We're all in!

Arcane (Season 2)

It seems like forever since we first watched Arcane but we're definitely looking forward to season 2. Needs no introduction.

Dream the Series

We already have enough Asian dramas in this list but we couldn't leave out one of the most anticipated gl, Dream. The story is that of a woman that sees a girl in her dreams every night only to meet her in real life. While in real life they are friends in her dreams they do much more. She thinks her friend doesn't know about that what she doesn't know is that she also remembers everything they do in their dreams.

Harley Quinn the Animated Series season 5

Another season of our favorite criminal duo Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy? Yes please and thank you. These two, and this particular iteration of them, might be the best representation American television has ever given us.

Chaser Game W

Chaser Game W is the first gl produced by TV Tokyo so it has a historic significance for the advancement of representation for queer women in Japan. First episode airs January 8. Based on manga series "Chaser Game" written by Hiroshi Matsuyama & illustrated by Yukitaro Matsuyama

The story:

synopsis: Itsuki has been working in the "Dynamic Dream" game company for five years and is now appointed as the lead for a big Japanese-Chinese collaboration project, which she is fully motivated to work on. However, it turns out the Chinese company team is led by her ex, Fuyu, whom she one-sidedly broke up with back in university! After breaking up with Fuyu, Itsuki never dated anyone else and chose to focus on her work, all while not coming out to her family and coworkers... But when her ex-girlfriend suddenly appeared in front of her, her feelings immediately started to sway. Meanwhile, Fuyu always resented Itsuki for breaking up with her without saying why. She takes charge of the project and pushes impossible tasks onto Itsuki. While Fuyu plots her revenge, Itsuki is rekindling her unrequited love. What will the outcome be for these two opposites?

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Vigil season 2

The first couple of episodes of Vigil season 2 will technically be shown in December 2023 (in the UK only) but we'll basically be able to watch it beginning 2024 and we're looking forward to it!

Several upcoming TV shows and movies have cast actors that make it obvious they'll have lesbian and bi characters but until we know whether the representation will be enough to be worth watching we're holding off on making that other, more elaborate, list.

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˚｡⋆ OUR SUMMER HOLIDAY | GOJO SATORU

summary: a slice of a lazy summer afternoon with you, gojo, and two little cursed spirits...

Having Satoru cling to you in the unforgiving summer heat is pure torture. Yet you don’t make an effort to move because there is an occasional refreshing breeze that flies by, and really, you just very much enjoy the feeling of his weight on top of you. The cicadas in the trees buzz and hiss in the distance, and Satoru hums a made-up tune, his cheek sticking to your chest like glue. The two of you stay in that position for a while, loving in silence and enjoying the afternoon, resting in the hammock.

“You’re being awfully quiet.” You muse, letting your fingers run wild through his hair. He sighs at the feeling, adjusting himself up to slot his face into the crook of your neck.

“Megumi’s not here, so I can’t bug him,” He mumbles, voice carrying a slight drawl. “Speaking of bugs, he’s probably infesting the house with them by now.”

Before school was to start again, Megumi and Tsumiki had begged their blue-eyed guardian and you for a short summer holiday. A day or two before I go back to “jail,” as the first grader called it. Knowing Satoru couldn’t say no to his two children and you not having a single mean bone in your body, the four of you set out on a road trip to one of the Gojo Clan’s vacation homes. Far from the busy city and near the roaring ocean, the house you’d all be staying in for a few days was just perfect.

Compared to your cramped and comfortable apartment back in Tokyo, the temporary home had enough space for Megumi’s demon dogs to run around and a kitchen so big it completed your happy little heart. It was a lovely weekend getaway where the kids ran around catching bugs and picking flowers, spending sunset afternoons walking along the shore and lighting fireworks at night. Satoru was certainly ecstatic, having convinced Yaga to rid him of any missions for the weekend.

“Popsicles!” Tsumiki’s voice sings as she slides open the door and steps out onto the engawa. Dressed in a white frilly sundress with embroidered strawberries, she carries around a small basket with frozen treats. Megumi trails behind with a mischievous grin, holding what looks like a stag beetle in a mason jar. They’ve certainly been busy today, unlike you and your lazy lover.

“Mm, just what I needed!” You smile, kissing Satoru’s temple sweetly, urging him to grab you one to share. To this, he pouts with a whine, unwilling to leave his cozy spot against your chest and tangling himself in the embrace of your arms. However, the strongest for you is obedient, complete putty in your presence, who dutifully complies.

Tsumiki’s smile reaches her ears as she hands him a popsicle, and Satoru pats the top of her head as he thanks her. “Gojo, wait!” The little one calls, digging around her basket. “I have one more thing.”

Satoru raises a quizzical brow and turns to you, who shrugs, leaving your trusty hammock to reach over and grab the treat in his hands. His daughter beams up at him with a playful smile, tugging on his arm to bring him down to her height. “I made you a present!” She says proudly, revealing a carefully crafted crown made of dandelions in her hands. Satoru’s eyes widen at the gift, cheeks slightly shy as he nods, letting little hands place it carefully atop his snowy locks. He can’t seem to stop smiling today. It feels good to be loved.

“How do I look?” He stands, striking a few poses that cause a few giggles and hoots. “Should I do a twirl?”

“You look stupid.” Megumi answers flatly from his spot on the engawa, a bored expression on his face. Tsumiki scolds her younger brother before adamantly declaring that their guardian, indeed, looks like a fairy princess.

Your boyfriend looks at you with a defeated expression, blue eyes with long batting lashes asking you to vouch for him. “Did you hear that? Megumi’s being mean,” His arms pull you into his broad chest, hands rubbing your shoulders. “You don’t think I look stupid, too, do you?”

Shaking your head, you flash a smile and finish your popsicle with a pop. “You’re certainly the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.”

Satoru pulls you closer and coos at your response, dipping his head down to rub his nose against yours before placing a giant kiss on your lips. The children behind you groan in disgust at the sight. You can’t help but shudder at the feeling of Satoru sweeping his tongue across your bottom lip, giggling against you as he listens to Tsumiki telling Megumi to close his eyes. It’s sticky and sweet, even in the heat. The sorcerer pulls back with a smirk, his hands on your hips, squeezing you playfully. “Mmm, strawberry. My favorite.”

You roll your eyes and pinch his cheek. “You’re such a handful, ‘Toru.”

“Can we go to the beach again?” Tsumiki pips. “I wanna pick seashells!”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Satoru replies excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You playfully push his annoyingly handsome face away from you, stopping him from making those lovesick, kissy faces and ogling eyes. “Sorry, but no. We went yesterday, and plus, Satoru won’t stop being annoying about it.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with wanting to see you in a swimsuit? You act like I’ve never seen you n-”

“Okay! We can go!” You clap, embarrassed, and march back into the house, where the resting demon dogs wait for you. “Kids! Grab the picnic blanket!”

Left on his own devices and already missing you by his side, Satoru giggles as he watches you pack up with Tsumiki in the kitchen. It’s a sight he wishes he could keep forever. He wishes for more days like this one. One where the kids can continue enjoying their youth, without a care in the world. And he knows that you feel the same.

You’ve always been so loving and supportive with the kids, from the moment he showed up at your front door with two pairs of wide and innocent eyes. It’s not every day that the four of you could act as a family and not sorcerers fighting to protect humanity. Satoru realizes this is something he wants to protect for a long, long time.

“What are you giggling at? It’s creepy…” Megumi says, a faint smile ghosting his lips.

“Oh, nothing…”

note: this was... a very fruitless fic... i'm sorry... i really do not want to go back to school and also it's very hot outside so i birthed this... also i might continue writing the beach moment but really i apologize for the lack of actual real and raw writing i usually do i am... Unwell and forgot what it was like to write!!!

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo fluff #this is not proof read pls read at your own risk i simply wrote this in one sitting and HIT POST #WE LOVE YOU GOJO SATORU [crowd roars] my pretty princess yeah yeah yeah #jjk

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Drool - Part 2

💊 Part 1 💊

"Well someone has ants in their pants! Are you excited to have a room all to yourself?"

Your jaw would drop if it weren't already anchored open by the giant pink pacifier bobbing stupidly in your mouth. You try to catch your breath, but it isn't a simple task. The only way you can comfortably inhale is to gum the firm, rubbery shaft in a regular rhythm, suckling like a lamb as you breathe through your nose in soft, short bursts. The metronome of your squeaking and puffing is interrupted only by sporadic, thunderous slurps, when your full mouth is no longer able to accomodate the ocean of spit spilling out from under your flattened tongue. Any saliva you're unable to swallow bubbles out from behind the shield of the pacifier in a geyser of slimy drool. It glazes your cheeks and chin before draining pitifully onto the front of the tight, cloth bib wrapped around your neck.

And yet, despite the bizarre predicament you find yourself in -- uselessly pawing at your thin paper hospital gown in a pair of pink mitten restraints -- the sight of this bedroom plunges you further into the depths of astonishment.

The pastel purple accent wall is dominated by a life-sized mural of a bashful unicorn, which trots gaily along a rainbow road. A small dresser stands in the opposite corner, painted in the same cream-white and pink trim as the heavy fiberglass guardrails of the hospital-style bed. The large flatscreen television suspended from a high wall is already turned on: a cartoon bunny wearing shortalls stares down at you, singing hypnotically about his favorite letters of the alphabet. The entrance to the small bathroom -- tiled in bubblegum pink -- has no door, and is fully visible from the hallway when the room's privacy curtain is drawn open.

"Nnnngggh eehn ahhee nnggh?" You gurgle in confusion to Nurse Molly, tickling your nose with the spit bubbles that froth up behind the shield of your pacifier. This can't possibly be the room they assigned for you! What is going on here? Unable to bite your lip or scratch yourself to ease your anxiety, you stomp and shuffle awkwardly in the pink jelly sandals you had been given to wear with the matching hospital gown. You use the round, squishy toe of your right shoe to play with the jelly strap of your left, lightly skinning the back of your ankle in the process.

"Sorry, honey," Nurse Molly replies with a dismissive smile. "It'll be tough for us to have a chat during your oral treatments. Before we get you settled in, we need to do something about your fidgeting; you're going to trip and hurt yourself dancing around like that."

Nurse Molly reaches into the pocket of her pink scrubs before playfully shaking an orange cylinder of pills in front of your dripping face.

"These -- " she rattles the container again, as if teasing you with an enticing treat. " -- are a simple muscle relaxer. While our program is set up to address the root cause of your tics, medication can provide some short-term relief in the early stages of treatment. These pills might make your arms and legs feel a little funny, so it's best if you lie down for an hour or two after taking them, until we find a good dosage."

Nurse Molly walks over to the bed and releases a latch under one of the fiberglass guardrails. The chunky, solid barriers of poured white plastic fold down, granting you ingress to the elevated mattress.

You hesitate, feeling the gentle rain of spittle on your chin as you once again behold the giant unicorn on the wall. Everything about this situation feels wrong, and yet Nurse Molly's impassive assurances are filled with so much promise. You imagine the life you could be living soon: no longer afraid to speak in public, no longer drawing looks of concern from your scratching and biting, no longer annoying your peers with shaking legs or incessant tapping...

In defiance of your gut instinct, you climb up onto the bed. Nurse Molly guides you into a supine position as you struggle to gain purchase with your slippery, balled mittens. Soon, she has you on your back, staring up at the dumb cartoon as you paw nervously at the guardrails.

"Stay right there, honey," Nurse Molly retreats to the pink-tiled bathroom and you hear the sound of running water. When she returns to your side, your eyes flutter in shock. She seems to have found an enormous plastic bottle with a wide rubber nipple cap, and filled it to the brim.

"It's important to take these pills with lots of fluids. The water carries the medicine throughout your body and helps it take action more quickly," Nurse Molly explains with clinical confidence. Your lips tingle as Nurse Molly firmly grips the shield of your pacifier with a finger and thumb, sliding the silicone shaft out along the curve of your tongue like a damp carrot being plucked from the ground. You grimace as you watch a thick, cloudy rope of saliva chase the shaft of the pacifier through the air for several inches, then collapse like a heavy bridge onto the front of your soaked bib.

Despite the humilation, you take a moment to rejoice in the feeling of emptiness in your mouth. Your teeth feel strange as they involuntarily clamp down on your bottom lip -- almost like they had shifted slightly to accomodate the bulging, rubbery guest that had come to join them.

"It's worse than I thought," Nurse Molly coos with concern, holding your drool-coated chin with a gloved hand as she massages the inside of your lower lip with her thumb. "We won't be able to leave you without the oral device for long. Until I can consult with the doctor, we're going to keep it in whenever you're not eating or drinking."

"B-b-but -- " The taste of latex from Nurse Molly's gloved thumb is replaced by the slightly bitter flavor of three large pills, which begin dissolving as she drops them onto your tongue. Your stammering attempt at speech is both literally and figuratively drowned as your doting caretaker tips the plastic bottle upside-down, sliding the rubber cap between your slick, drooly lips.

"Soon, all those squirmies are going to go away," she says breezily, squeezing the bottle so that you're forced to gulp down the fountain of cold water. "You'll feel so relaxed...so calm..."

The minutes tick by slowly as Nurse Molly continues to empty the bottle down your throat. You're cognizant of the cartoon playing on the television, but the sing-song of the character voices seems to melt into the background. Your arms do feel a bit funny...and heavy...like they would struggle to lift their own weight...

By the time the bottle announces its emptiness with a few notes of airy suction, your tongue is lolling lazily in your mouth. You don't feel intoxicated, just...

...flat...and...slow...

You want to say something else before Nurse Molly eases the pacifier back into your pliant mouth, but it feels like it would take too much effort. Once again stuffed full with the bulbous shaft, you barely take notice of the pink leather strap she loops around the back of your head and through two holes in the pacifier's bobbing shield. It's now snugly secured to your suckling lips.

"We can't have it falling out if you decide to take a nap," she grins, taking a moment to wipe your chin with the saturated bib. "I'm going to go check in on some other patients. Why don't you take it easy for a bit?"

Lifting and locking the fiberglass guardrails back into place, Nurse Molly pulls the privacy curtain of your room closed before leaving you alone with the sickly sweet sing-alongs of the cartoon show. You wish she had left you with the remote so you could change the channel, but realize your dumb mittened hands couldn't work the buttons anyway. Your body seems to melt into the mattress as you're forced to listen to the cartoon rabbit's next song.

"Sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it pours!"

The muscle relaxers seem to be hitting even harder. You can barely keep your eyes open.

"When it rains outside, the puppy dog snores!"

You realize with some anxiety that you can't feel your legs anymore. The whole lower half of your body has gone limp.

"Thank you Mr. Cloud, because when we're awake,"

Something feels...warm...

"We'll dance in the puddles you're about to make!"

💊 Part 3 💊

#diaper pee #diaper training #ab dl lifestyle #diaper sissy #ab dl diaper #diaper gal #diapered247 #ab dl mommy #diaper dependent

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kairolee2004 · 6 months

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Heyyy I saw requests were open. Can you do a demon slayer one with Haganezuka , Rengoku, Gyomei, and Tengen if they were readers husband (individually ofc)(srry idk how to put it😭🫶🏾)

OMG!!! One of my first actual requests!!! Im so excited >^<

For this request tho, I’m sadly not going to do Haganezuka because I don’t know him that much ;-;

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If … Rengoku was your husband!

‘My Phoenix … I promise you that i’ll be back from this mission. You are the light of my life, the reason for fighting, and my will to live. Dear god I love you (Reader)’

• ❤️‍🔥 He definitely calls his Husband/Wife/Spouse, Lil fire phoenix

• ❤️‍🔥 It gives him this feeling of peace and intimacy when calling you that.

• ❤️‍🔥 And when he does come back from missions, thats all he wants. These feelings throughout the first day back.

• ❤️‍🔥 Of course, he takes you out to eat as well for the first couple days. He says all the time that when he was out on missions, he saw these places and had to try them with you.

• ❤️‍🔥 We already know our lovely fire boy can cook! And he likes to do that as well.

• ❤️‍🔥 Bro fr is clingy af! But in a good way, he never wants his pride and joy to feel overwhelmed.

• ❤️‍🔥 When its your guy’s anniversary, Rengoku goes ALL out.

• ❤️‍🔥 This man is definitely taking your cute ass on a trip throughout the places he has been. He wants his love to see the beauty he has seen.

• ❤️‍🔥 He leaves small gifts for you throughout the month of your guy’s anniversary. What I mean by small is, tokens, hairpins, hand-crafted jewelry and for the last gift, he either gets you a komono that matches his. Fire, flames and all!

If … Tengen was your husband!

‘When I first saw you, my precious angel, I saw my future. The person I would want around my wives and me. Someone who I knew would be by my side. Dearest (Reader), I love you greatly and no amount of compliments and fortune will change that.’

• 💎 Tengen has a soft spot for his new wife/husband/spouse, no doubt about it.

• 💎 When he first saw you he thought you were so gorgeous and flashy!

• 💎 He loves to spend time with you a lil bit more than his other significant others. It’s not right, sure. But he can’t help it!

• 💎 You are everything to this man- and DO NOT get me started on how much this man spoils you.

• 💎 New hairpieces, new jewelry and clothes. Need a new kimono? He’ll get you 20 more! Need to by gifts for someone? You already know he is paying.

• 💎 Not him joking all the time about him being your sugar daddy!

• 💎 This man sings you to sleep- DO NOT TELL ME OTHERWISE!

• 💎 Y’all eat out a lot of the time because Tengen can’t cook to save his life-

• 💎 Protective as hell, doesn’t really like when you want to go to town all by yourself. Needs to show everyone that ‘you belong to him’

• 💎 Full grown ass man will throw a pissy fit if you don’t give him morning kisses

If… Gyomei was your husband!

‘The sunrise can not compare to your beauty. Fire cannot compete with your passion to help others and I love that about you, (Reader). For years and years I have seen you … now at the moment it may sound unbelievable. But as I grew closer to you, my 4 senses allowed me to create a beautiful image of you, Darling, and I can see you and your exhilarating beauty. I love you (Reader).’

• 🐉 This passionate motherfuc- He basically lives on praising you. Can’t help it, he sees you as a god/goddess/deity

• 🐉 Waking up next to this man is actually heaven! He holds onto just tight enough so that you feel protected but yet can still breathe.

• 🐉 When it’s time to get up, he makes the BEST breakfast ever. It’s healthy for one, and it tastes delicious. Of course your manz makes your favorite drink and dish along side it.

• 🐉 Gyomei loves to carry you. At home, on the road, at the main house- ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE!

• 🐉 kiss this mans neck and HE. WILL. FOLD!!

• 🐉 Actually thinks on a regular day basis on having a family with you.

• 🐉 Seems like the type of husband to help you cook, clean and take care of daily task. Hell, he might do them before you can.

• 🐉 When he goes on missions, he sends you letters every single day. No joke, you got a book FILLED with letters he written you.

• 🐉 He got you a matching necklace and prayer chain for your guys anniversary. And then proceeded to tell you he got it “enchanted” with good luck.

• 🐉 Poor baby has a tendency to cry when yall part for long periods of time.

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OMG I FINALLY GOT MY FIRST REQUEST DONE!!! Omg I am so happy, had a little help from my bestie who loves these 3 men as well Hahahah- Thx for reading! <3

Reminder! Requests are: OPEN

#x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #tengen x reader #tengen uzui x reader #rengoku x reader #gyomei himejima #gyomei x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #headcanon #love #kny husband’s #x y/n

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fatallyfalling · 5 months

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Strawberry Wine ~ 𖤓

“ safe & sound “

warnings: mentions of alcohol, canon Hunger Games violence/trauma, wholesome fluff, etc.

{{ word count }} 487

{{ prompt }} fluffy headcanons for our beloved bread boy !!

{{ a/n }} this is short & sweet while i test out Peeta’s character! I’m not sure what i exactly want to write with him since i’ve adored everlark for forever but for now please enjoy my silly happy thoughts! Some of these i’ve heard around the internet i think but i can’t remember where :[

Peeta Mellark, the ashy blonde from District 12 who stole the hearts of the Capital with his charms and sweet, boyish nature while also managing to tame a stubborn Mockingjay - Katniss Everdeen, and poured out his heart and soul to get back to her any way he could.

- Peeta is a morning person. He'll get up early and have breakfast ready by the time Katniss pulls out of bed (she learns to sleep in post-rebellion).

- His favorite type of bread/pastry is croissants. The tedious labor of laminating the cold butter block into the fluffy dough is cathartic in a way.

- Once, he tried to teach Katniss to paint. Once. Her attempt at trees looked more like crazy brown and green spiders but he still kissed her temple and had the painting framed, much to the girl on fire's dismay.

- Peeta doesn't like hard liquor - he never did. Effie hooks him on a strawberry wine made special in what used to be District 11, he's gifted at least one bottle every birthday or holiday.

- He's such a housewife no questions asked, hands down. Hungry? He'll cook. Thirsty? Anything you want. This man has to be physically removed from the kitchen during friendly gatherings so he can actually relax and enjoy the company.

- Also, his Dad lore is insane.

(speaking to his kids when they're older) "Oh yeah, your Mom tried to kill me once. but it's okay I made it even the next year so we're good now."

"One time I almost got eaten by a monkey in a fight to the death."

"Another time I took a spontaneous road trip, got held hostage, and then led a rebellion to victory alongside your Mom."

- Peeta teaches himself guitar so he can play along while Katniss sings. His chords are wildly out of tune at first, but he gets it eventually.

- Peeta doesn't like store-bought bread, saying his homemade loaves taste better (they do).

- He's a hugger, every hello and goodbye is met by a bear hug. His hugs are amazing as well, nice and tight but also comforting and warm.

- For a while after the war Peeta kept a journal on his nightstand to record his dreams/nightmares. Even if the text turns out to be chicken scratch in the morning Katniss still helps him decipher and work through it to solidify reality.

“What does that say ?”

“Uh… I think… no - wait, I have no idea,”

- Effie and Peeta definitely have wine nights to talk about their scary guard dog partners and how much they love them.

- Speaking of paint - it’s everywhere, all the time, mainly his hands. Oil paint is next to impossible to clean so almost all of Peeta’s shirts have some amount of color speckled on the sleeves or the thighs of his pants.

- Peeta also keeps a cookie jar of homemade cookies in the kitchen, they’re replenished every week with regular flavor swaps.

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messages from Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono on the 40th anniversary in 1997 of the Woolton church fête where John and Paul first met

John, Paul & Me Before the Beatles: The True Story of the Very Early Days, Len Garry (2014)

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A MESSAGE TO WOOLTON FROM PAUL MCCARTNEY

Ah yes, I remember it well.

I do, actually. My memory of meeting John for the first time is very clear. My mate Ivan Vaughn took me along to Woolton here and there were The Quarry Men, playing on a little platform.

I can still see John now - checked shirt and slightly curly hair, singing Come Go With Me by The Del Vikings. He didn't know all the words, so he was putting in stuff about penitentiaries - and making a good job of it.

I remember thinking 'He looks good - I wouldn't mind being in a group with him'.

A bit later on we met up; I played him Twenty Flight Rock and he seemed pretty impressed - maybe because I did know all the words.

Then, as you know, he asked me to join the group, and so began our trip together. We wrote our first songs together, we grew up together and we lived our lives together.

And when we'd do it together, something special would happen. There'd be that little magic spark.

I still remember his beery old breath when I met him here that day. But I soon came to love that beery old breath. And I loved John. I always was and still am a great fan of John's. We had a lot of fun together and I treasure all those beautiful memories.

So I sent you all in Woolton and Liddipool my best wishes today.

And thanks for remembering - there's no way that when we met here we had any idea of what we'd be starting. But I'm very proud of what we did. And I'm very glad that I did it with John.

I hope you all have a wonderful day and God bless all who sail in you.

PAUL MCCARTNEY

MESSAGE FROM YOKO ONO

What a sweet celebration!

Yes, the meeting of John and Paul was an important event not only for those of us who loved their songs, but for the whole world which went through a social change for the better as a result of their words and music.

John's first thought as Paul showed him what he could do was: "Okay - this guy is good and already the girls are flocking around him - not around me! So if I let him in, he'd going to be a tough one to handle - but I'll have a strong band."

So John took Paul in. I think this story is important in that it shows as a creator and a leader of the band, John went for getting a strong band rather than having an easy time. And John was only a teenager. What a brain! What a guy!

By the way, it's interesting that the meeting took place at a church. Also, the main bulk of their songs were recorded in Abbey Road Studios, in London. Am I the only one who thinks of these coincidences as interesting?

John and Paul were traveling minstrels, who spread the word of love throughout the world. Through their songs, they brought the energy of love to the then gray world, which was still coping with the aftermath of the second world war.

With their words and music, John and Paul showed the world that law and order was not necessarily the most important force in the world. Love was the power and the energy that could change the world. And it did.

But it all started at the Woolton Fete forty years ago. As you celebrate this day, the world joins you in your celebration. Those who cannot come physically to Liverpool join you in spirit. It's a nice day to celebrate and I thank you for doing it. Peace.

#'and when we'd do it together something special would happen'#'he's going to be a tough one to handle'#'so john took paul in'#paul mccartney #yoko ono #john lennon #there's also messages from the queen and tony blair ghjskdhgdksl

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jjuniehao · 1 year

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[02:09 pm]: kwon soonyoung

“warm socks to make sure our toes don’t fall off?”

“check.”

“a blanket?”

“check.”

“snacks?”

“triple check.”

“a kiss from the love of my life?”

soonyoung bats his lashes at you, turning his cheek towards you expectantly. reaching forward you pull face closer to you, pressing a trail of kisses from the apple of his cheek to his lips. “check!” he grins, stealing another peck from you before he closes the trunk. “ah, i’m so excited,” he sighs happily, the two of you getting into the car and making your way to your camping destination.

you’re not a nature-y person per se, enjoying a casual hike or late night stroll through a park with your boyfriend if the occasion arises — going camping, on the other hand?

completely undiscovered territory.

on paper the idea sounds great. getting away from everything, just you and soonyoung. cuddled up in a tent together, roasting marshmallows, watching the stars, maybe taking a dip in the nearby lake? it sounds absolutely, positively like a dream.

you’ve barely been on the road for more than an hour when the delightful atmosphere in the car begins to change, the music you were happily singing along to blending into the backround while you and soonyoung look out the windows worriedly, dark clouds making you check your weather app nervously.

“soonie, didn’t you say you checked the weather?” you can feel his hand on your thigh twitch a little, a grimace on his face, “i did, i swear i did! maybe just not..recently..” he mutters the last part, making you scoff at him in disbelief, “what?”

“i checked last week! and i didn’t think it would change that much and we both finally got the same day off for once so i just figured that it would be fine..who knows when we will both get time off together again?” there’s a pout on his face, and while you want to be a little mad at him, you could’ve checked the weather too, you suppose. you sigh and intertwine your fingers with the hand he has on your thigh, bringing it up to kiss the back of his hand.

“what now? do we just camp in the rain?”

soonyoung thinks for a second, “setting up a tent in this weather,” he gestures outside, the fat raindrops hitting the window almost aggressively, “doesn’t seem very romantic remote getaway, does it?”

you giggle at him and the sound makes him smile, tightening his grip on your hand. “maybe we just..camp at home? pillow fort with some extra steps, you know.” soonyoung smiles at the suggestion, and if he wasn’t busy driving, he’d squish your cheeks and pepper your face with kisses for being so cute.

“but i was so excited to take so many pretty pictures of you! my baby making a fire, my baby looking all pretty under all the trees and the night sky— ah, i’m so sad now,” he whines jokingly, though you know there’s real disappointment hidden under his theatrics.

when he stops at a red light you take your chance, gripping his face and pulling it towards you, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “i promise we’ll have a real camping trip, okay? for now you’ll just have to be satisfied with a tent in our living room,” another quick kiss to his lips before the light turns green, “and me in that tent, of course.”

he grins, an excited laugh bubbling in his chest, “i’m holding you to that promise, baby.”

there’s a comfortable silence in the car, you quietly humming along to the tune playing through the speakers, eyes following the rain drops racing each other on the window. soonyoung clears his throat, making you turn to him, “maybe we can still try a fire to roast some marshmallows? there’s no smoke detector in the bathroom—“

“soonyoung!”

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series

*i can’t link it since it won’t show up in tags if i do <\3

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 10 months

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not strong enough

masterlist | boygenius masterlist

natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: fluff, super soft and in love natasha, a little kissy kiss, angst; implied death, sad r

‘coming to in the front seat, nearly empty. skip the exit to our old street and go home, go home alone’

wc: 1k

She whispered ‘good morning’ against the skin of your cheek and smiled at your stirring, the ease of the smile that crept onto your lips when you were reminded of her presence, just waking up with her warm body beside you. You uttered the greeting back, sighing contentedly as you wrapped your arm over her waist and pulled her closer.

“Please don’t make me get up yet,” you said and she huffed a laugh against your temple.

“Sorry, honey, but we’ve got a busy day ahead of us,” she answered with a tap of your arm to get up, making you groan when she pulled the duvet away from you. “Chop chop, sleepyhead.”

Though you wished to have a little longer in bed, it made your heart warm to see her humming along to a song you couldn’t hear, a small and constant smile staying on her lips. You’d give everything to keep her smiling, she deserves nothing less. You watched her from the doorway as she packed a bag, a certain giddiness you loved to see from her written with a glow to her skin.

The smile stayed firmly in place on the drive to the beach and never wavered as you sat together on the sand. You had a sandcastle competition in which she apparently ‘let you win’ and drank homemade lemonade from plastic cups.

“This is so perfect, Nat,” you muttered, leaning your head against her shoulder and leaning into her body when she curved an arm around you. “I wish that we could stay in this moment forever. Just me and you.”

“Me and you, huh?” she smiled. “Against the world?”

“Of course,” you nodded. “Who else could catch all the bad guys while looking as good as we do?”

“You’re right— of course,” she laughed. “But the day’s not quite over.”

You looked at her for her to continue and it was as though all words she had ready had vanished and instead all she could think of was kissing you. So she did. Her lips slotted with yours with ease, her palm cupping your cheek and her citrus-flavoured tongue licking into your mouth.

No kiss could make you crumble this way, no kiss could ever feel so earth-shatteringly right. She smiled at you mischievously when she pulled away for air, not giving you time to question her before she tickled your sides, giggling as she did so while you laughingly squirmed to get away.

“Nat, stop,” you pouted but it only made her laugh even more, peppering your face with kisses.

“Now that the tickle monster has defeated you, it’s time for you to lose at every single game at the carnival.”

Annoyingly, she wasn’t wrong but she was at least chivalrous enough to win you a couple of prizes, a bear with orange hair you graced with her namesake was your favourite; it’ll live on the dashboard of your car forever.

“Natalia Junior is gonna have the best life,” you mused as she watched on adoringly whilst you shared some popcorn at a picnic table, the bright and colourful lights of the fairground illuminating her skin. “She’s gonna go on road trips, I can show her what it’s like in a car wash - she wouldn’t get that living here.”

“Mhm and she wouldn’t have to listen to your awful car singing either,” Natasha chimed in, giggling at the scowl you shot her way. “I’m sorry, little bear, but your mom’s claimed you now. There’s no escape.” She stage whispered the words to the bear, throwing her a sympathetic smile.

“You’re not allowed to gang up on me here. It’s carnival law,” you pouted, shoving her slightly which only made her laugh.

“Then let’s go,” she answered, standing up from where she sat, taking the toy with her protectively with a nod of her head for you to follow. “You’re driving.“

—

As though it was an initiation into the family, the ears of your beloveds were blessed with your singing along with the radio. Natasha didn’t mind it. She just watched you as you drove, smiling softly as always. Her happiness was fuelled by yours.

“Take a left at the end of this street,” she spoke with a point, buzzing with excitement at the nearing of her final surprise of the day. “There’s a broken picket fence. you’ll see the turning,” she added.

“Uh, okay?” you spoke, seeing it in the distance. “Where are we going?”

“Bozhe moi, can’t a girl surprise her wife?” she muttered playfully. “Patience is a virtue, sweet girl. Now keep on down this road until you reach the willow tree.”

You did as she said, though not without a mumble of faux annoyance beneath your breath. And at the end of the street, just as she’d said, was a glorious willow tree and an equally perfect house.

Home.

What you’d both so desperately longed for. Together. A place to call your own to settle down, the beginning of a happy ever after made of bricks and stone; windows looking out into a garden she’d already filled with sunflowers.

“It’s perfect, Nat.” you’d muttered through tears of joy, leaning into her touch when she’d embraced you from behind.

“Just like you.”

And just like that the blinkers of your car were clicking to go left, that landmark of a worn-down fence guiding your way. The music in the car was on but you’d not been singing along, your thoughts were everywhere and nowhere and all of that space in between.

The same bear looked at you from across the dashboard, head lopsided and colour faded from the sun over the years.

You almost turned left, down the street to where the tree stands tall. But you’d not dared to for weeks. You couldn’t stomach it. So you turn right instead, in the direction of Wanda’s house where you’d been staying on the sofa, head in her lap night after night with tears on your cheeks and the empty space that Natasha used to occupy heaving with an ache in your chest.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you

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@eyes-blazing asked:

Send 🚗 for a starter where our muses are forced to go on a road trip together

"Do we need to stop, Emmy?" Hel asked, looking over at her brother with mild concern. They'd not spoken directly to each other in at least half an hour - singing along with the radio aside. She worried over him. Wondered if she was suppose to talk or just let him ride out this journey in silence. Road trips were not as fun as tv made them seem.. Not with broody brother #6...

#eyes-blazing #asks #ic #meme #��#eyesblazing

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finkinthisfrew · 8 months

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PEACHES

A Matty Healy Fanfic

I wanted to try writing something shorter, so I wrote this little one-off. Hope y'all like it :)

Moodboard:

cw: smut 18+

PEACHES

Driving down the road in the rural countryside, you sit in comfortable silence with Matty as his hand rests on your thigh, absent-mindedly tracing little hearts on your skin as he hums along to an oldie on the radio, occasionally singing along when he remembers the words.

You're a few hours into the road trip, heading up to your cottage for the week- a much-needed getaway after a wild weekend of celebrating the end of tour. Matty's hand leaves your thigh, only for a few seconds, to turn off the highway and onto the empty country road. You feel the outline of where his hand was, the warm skin now cold, grieving its loss, aching for his touch again. All these years later and you still ached for him.

His hand returned soon after, soothing you immediately- Matty was like a magnet to you. Wherever you were, he'd be right there. There wasn't a party or a get-together you spent more than five minutes apart before Matty would find you again, his hands always gravitating to you. He needed your touch just as badly as you did his. More often than not he was needier than you. You were practically glued to each other, maybe even more so now than when you first started dating. It kind of made you go crazy thinking about how he still loved you so much.

He'd gotten much better at it, but he still stole glances at you as he drove, especially on desolate roads like this one, occasionally swerving gently back into the right lane after drifting a little too far, but you always pretended not to notice, never wanting to make him feel shame for loving you as hard as he did.

You continue down the empty road, farms and cottages flying past you as fields of green stretch far into the distance peppered with various farm animals and the occasional orchard. As you admire the apple orchard to your left, you hear Matty chuckle to himself.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" You ask, placing your hand on top of his, running your finger along the ridges of his knuckles.

"Oh nothing... This just kind of reminds me of the day we got married," he says wistfully, his eyes looking out into the distance as he drives, past the horizon at something you can't see.

"What is it about-" you pause, squinting at his GPS to read the name of the road you were on, "Whitewood Lane reminds you of our wedding day?" You give a light chuckle, confused as you admire the little crinkles next to his eye, the way the memory that plays in his mind tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Not our wedding day, darling," he says softly, his eyes glancing over at you briefly with a knowing look. "Think further back," he says, his finger tapping your thigh lightly in encouragement, his thumb hooking your pinky into a little hold.

Your face screws into a look of confusion, flipping through your years of memories as you try to understand.

Matty looks over at you again, his heart flip-flopping as he sees your cute face deep in thought, wishing he could take a picture of you and tattoo it on his chest- right over his heart. He always wishes he could do that with every face you make. He loves them all equally, which is the only reason he hasn't done it yet.

When you can't come up with something, he tries again.

"The peaches, petal," he said with a smile, squeezing your pinky, nudging your memory in the right direction.

"Ohhh..." you breathe in realization before your lips turn up to match Matty's, your own memory of that day now playing in your mind.

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You'd woken up that morning at the bed and breakfast still drunk. No- you hadn't been drinking last night, but you'd been entirely intoxicated with each other, even more so as the sun streamed in through the lace curtains. You both glowed with joy internally as the sunlight gently caressed your entwined bodies, unsure, as you kissed endlessly, whether you ever really stopped last night. You didn't think you could ever feel more in love than you did in that moment, and the feeling had been mutual. You couldn't help yourselves, so later that morning you both walked out of the bed and breakfast engaged with twist ties as rings. Less than an hour later, you walked out the small town hall together, your hand in Matty's right, your new marriage certificate in his left.

"Mrs. Healy," he said to you later with a wide-goofy smile on his face, looking at you far too long for someone driving a car as you sped down the country road together, no destination in mind. He held your hand, his thumb rubbing the twist tie you still had knotted on your ring finger, savouring the sound of your new name on his tongue. You smiled back at him, blushing as he pulled your hand to his face, pressing his lips to the back of your hand before finally returning his eyes to the road.

"I love the way it sounds," you said bashfully, mulling his words over in your mind, letting their warmth spread through your chest as you gazed happily out at the pasture of cows that zipped past your window.

"I adore it," he said blissfully, stealing another glance at you before reluctantly looking back at the road, his eyes widening at a sign in the distance. "Darling, look!"

"Fresh peaches!" You exclaimed, reading the sign out loud as the charming little wooden stand selling your favourite fruit grew closer. "Oh please, can we stop?" You begged Matty, but he was already slowing the car down and pulling over. He hopped out of the car, tossing a few bills into the lockbox that stood propped on the shelf next to at least a dozen boxes of fresh, perfectly ripe local peaches. Your mouth was watering before Matty even got back in the car, handing the box to your eagerly outstretched arms.

As Matty started the car back up and continued down the road, you took a bite, immediately taken aback. The peach was bursting with the most intense peach flavour you'd ever tasted- syrupy sweet, and deliciously juicy, better than any you'd ever had. You were lost in bliss for a few moments until you felt Matty's finger tapping the inside of your thigh, a request. You leaned over to him, offering him a bite, giggling as he tried and failed to slurp the juices that poured out of the peach and onto his trousers, making him curse through his mouthful of fruit. One hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh, he wiped his mouth on his shoulder, another excuse to look over at you, joining in on your laughter as you continued down the road together towards an empty intersection.

"I don't think I'll ever get sick of eating peaches," you say as you dive back in for another bite, the sweet nectar dribbling down your chin.

"I might..." he began thoughtfully as the car slowed to stop at the intersection, then leaned over in his seat, taking your jaw in his hand and slowly kissing the juice from your chin. His tongue sucked at your skin so sensually, making your heart beat a little faster, his closeness making you light-headed, his touch setting your skin ablaze. His eyes lingered on your lips, practically burning through the skin with his stare, then flickered up to your eyes, the melted chocolate hue of his iris glimmering with lust. Then, as his stare lowered back to your mouth, he leaned in again, his sweetened lips gently pressing into yours, kissing you slowly, deeply, passionately. When your lips finally parted, he looked at you, trying to keep the butterflies in his stomach at bay as he took in your beautifully flushed face, rendered momentarily breathless. "But," he continued, sincerity soaking his voice now, "I will never get sick of devouring you- that much I'm sure of."

His lips lowered to your neck, taking the sensitive skin between his teeth as he sucked gently. You moaned at his touch, and you could feel the rumble of his involuntary groan against your throat- the sound of you being turned on drove him mental. If he wasn't always so focused on your pleasure, he would only take moments to finish- a simple moan from you was enough to push him over the edge if he wasn't careful. The sound was like music to him- a song he could listen to on repeat and never tired of.

His fingers teased the inside of your thigh, trailing up your skirt slowly as you found yourself begging him for more.

"Oh God, Matty..." you panted desperately, his lips relentless as they nipped and pulled and sucked on the skin above your collarbone, driving you crazy as you wiggled yourself further down the seat towards his hand.

His lips left your skin at the same time as his hand. All that was left was his breath caressing your begging skin as he leaned towards your ear and whispered, "Is somebody hungry?" in a teasing tone before catching your lower lip between his teeth.

"Yes," you breathed back as you felt yourself grow wet at his words.

You felt his smirk against your mouth which only made you hornier, his tongue diving back into your mouth punctuated by the sound of him putting the car in park, sending a deep shiver through your body. He melted at your shiver, desperate for more of you, but held back, ignoring his rapidly-growing cock, knowing it would only be sweeter if he was patient. His hand returned to your skirt, disappearing under the fabric as he taunted and teased the delicate skin, the edge of his hand grazing where you needed him most. His fingers finally reached your panties, delighted to feel the wetness that soaked through, sending shockwaves through the thin fabric.

"Please, Matty," you begged him, grasping at his strong forearm, digging your nails into his skin uncontrollably. You were high off his lust. Or your own. You couldn't tell the difference between them anymore- your desire was one, only growing more intertwined with every passing month.

His fingers slipped behind the thin cotton fabric, finding your clit immediately, circling it slowly. You tried not to beg for his cock right away, knowing how much he loved toying with you before fucking you. But you knew you wouldn't last very long- you never did.

"Is there something you'd like?" Matty asked you tauntingly, gloating with pleasure at the way you raised your hips towards his hand, your body asking for what your pleasure-crazed mind could not.

"Please," was all you could muster, but you both knew that wouldn't be enough.

"What was that, darling? I don't think I quite caught that," he asked innocently, playing dumb as he continued to torment you. You couldn't take it.

"Matty fuck me," burst from your lips as you panted. You didn't have the patience for his games today. You needed him now, and you needed him bad.

"Ohh, come on now pet," he said in a mockingly disappointed voice, even though you knew he was rejoicing inside in a near-animalistic frenzy. "Let me play with you a bit. Please, darling?" he pouted.

You whined loudly in protest, angling your hips in an effort to get his fingers inside of you, but his other hand pushed on your stomach, stopping you as he pressed you into the car seat.

"I don't think you heard me," he said, his voice changing drastically, low and dark, his face now deadly serious. His finger sped up around your clit, his eyes travelling up and down your body, taking in the way your chest raised and fell faster now. He cocked his head to the side, careful not to smile as your hand reached for his pants. He swiftly caught your wrist in his hand, which only earned him another groan. You sunk into your seat, defeated as his hand let go of your now limp wrist, then travelled up to your neck, gripping it firmly.

"You're gonna be a good girl and let daddy do as he pleases," he stated- this time not a question. His eyes shined with dominance as his stare pierced through you. "Is that clear?"

You nodded quickly, eager to please him.

His eyes scanned your face lazily as you continued to grind against his hand between your legs.

"I won't ask next time," he added darkly. You couldn't help but whine with impatient pleasure- exactly the noise Matty was looking for.

His finger teased your entrance, playing with the wetness. He always made you unbelievably wet- you'd gotten into the habit of carrying an extra pair of underwear in your purse nowadays because it didn't take much to get you going when it was Matty.

"You're so wet, darling," he breathed into your ear. "Is this all for me?" He taunted, slipping a single finger inside of you. You were immediately hit with two waves: one of relief, the other of complete dissatisfaction. You knew nothing would be enough until it was his cock inside you.

"Another," you whimpered pathetically.

"My girl is so impatient- I asked you a question," he scolded as you mumbled an incoherent apology. "I said you're soaking wet. In fact," he continued, almost conversationally, as if he didn't have his finger deep inside your cunt right now, "I don't think I've ever felt you this wet, and we both know how wet you get for me," (very) "Did you get a little too turned on by daddy?" He cooed in your ear as he pushed a second finger inside of you, curling them against your G-spot over and over as his thumb worked on your clit.

"Yes, God yes," you pant. "Please Matty, I can't wait. I need you."

He smiled as you clenched your legs around his hand.

"Ah ah ah, nice and wide for daddy, alright my sweet girl?" He tutted. You let his other hand tug at your leg, obliging once you could properly process his words, your pleasure clouding your cognition. "There's a good girl," his voice low and gravelly in your ear. You almost passed out. You loved being praised like this by him, and he was so good at it.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, driving you dangerously close to the edge, coaxing moan after moan out of you with his fingers. You try your best to hold back all the pleas that bubble in your throat, trying to be patient for him. When you can manage it, you look over at his face, his eyes hazy with lust as he watches your body writhe against his hand. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Matty I don't wanna cum without you inside me," you finally beg in desperation, your voice more of a whine than anything as you put your hand on his, pulling it away in frustration. The last thing you want is for the pleasure to stop- last after cumming without the feeling of his cock buried deep within you.

"Backseat," he commanded. That was all you needed.

You clamoured to the backseat like lightning, not bothering with the door as you crawled over the console. Matty flipped up your skirt, smacking your ass- hard- before undoing his seatbelt, then, with stunning self-control, opened the door and climbed out at what anyone else would describe as a fast pace, but you knew he could move faster. He was intentionally slowing down, dragging out your desperation for as long as he could.

He opened the door to the backseat where you lay wriggling with impatience, just how he was hoping to find you. His hands reached down to his belt, but your eyes were on the large tent that strained against his loose trousers below. He glanced in each direction down the road, making sure it was still empty before he tugged at the leather strap, pulling it out of its metal buckle, the prominent veins on his strong hands moving slightly as he worked. You sat upright in the middle of the seat watching as he pulled his pants down just enough to let his erection slip out, bobbing slightly before his hand took hold of it. Oh, how you wished it was your hand.

His eyes scanned your body as he pumped himself in his hand a little too long for your liking. You lunged forward, planting your lips on his, and you felt his smug smile briefly as your hand took over his, quickly disappearing as a small whimper escaped his lips.

"I need you," you said into his open mouth, making him groan loudly.

He pushed you down onto your back unexpectedly, the force sending a wave of excitement through you. He followed you as you fell, crawling over you, ripping your panties off in one swift motion. Your hands reached for his back, pulling his shirt up and he indulged you generously, tearing it off himself quickly, exposing his chiselled torso covered in tattoos. Your eyes look over his body greedily, then up at his face. His lips were parted, his jaw slack with desire as his eyelids drooped hazily with lust, scanning your body from under the curtain of curls that hung across his forehead as his cock rubbed teasingly against your entrance.

"Nice and loud for me, alright darling?" He said. You didn't even process what he said, distracted by his hand which clutched your chin, pulling your lips open wide, his eyes watching your mouth devoutly. Before you could properly process his request, his eyes flitted up to yours momentarily before looking back down at your mouth, his lips pursing together, then spat into your open mouth as he thrust himself into you.

You didn't notice you were doing as he told when you screamed out in pleasure. You didn't hold back, and neither did he as he fucked you, filling you up entirely with his cock as he grunted, groaned and moaned above you. You loved how vocal he was during sex- it was so fucking hot.

He pumped his cock into you, his head rubbing your G-spot gloriously, over and over, making your back arch as he raptured you. Shoving your top up, his lips found your nipple, his tongue circling it and sending new shockwaves through your body as you whined, your orgasm building, tightening deep below.

Matty's muscles rippled on his chest as he pounded into you, his nostrils flaring wildly as he moaned, his lips travelling from your nipple to your mouth, unable to decide which he wanted more.

"I want you to scream nice and loud for me when you cum, can you do that for me, baby?" He said sweetly, trying to keep his voice even and control amidst his groans of pleasure.

You couldn't respond, you only whined louder, dragging your nails down his back as your orgasm coiled even tighter. You were seconds away. Less.

"Be a good girl and cum for daddy- all over daddy's cock, just like he likes," he rasped into your ear as his hand reached for your clit, the gentle brush pushing you directly over the edge, and suddenly you were falling, your orgasm releasing, your pussy clenching around his hard cock as he continued to fuck you hard. You yelled out in pleasure as the waves coursed through your body, one after the other, never-ending. Matty couldn't take it anymore, your sounds of pleasure too much for him, and he whimpered above you as he pumped his own orgasm into you, his whimper spurring your climax to last even longer.

As he eventually slowed above you, he collapsed onto you, careful not to put all his weight on you as he made sure to shift most of his weight to his knees. He tucked you into his embrace as you caught your breaths, then eventually pulled away slightly, just enough to look at you. The way he looked at you could only be described with one word: worship. He worshipped you- your body, your face. You were heaven-sent, just for him, he wouldn't believe anything else.

"I love you, more than any word could ever describe, forever, you know that, right?" Matty said, a hint of desperation in his voice, needing you to understand.

"I love you too, baby," you say, looking up at him adoringly, cupping his cheek with your hand. "Forever."

You stared at each other for ages, sharing tender kisses, whispering sweet nothings to each other as the cool summer breeze drifted in through the open door.

"I'd marry you all over again if I could," he said earnestly, his face turning in your hand, placing a soft kiss into your palm. "I'd do it every day if-"

Suddenly his words were interrupted with the loud sound of a car honking. You looked at each other wide-eyed in panic, then immediately burst into laughter, your limbs entangled as you rolled around, your giggles contagious, endlessly spurring each other on. You could live like this forever.

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"I remember thinking I couldn't possibly ever feel more in love," Matty said, breaking you out of your flashback, not noticing the pink that now stained your cheeks. "But being on this road together, all these years later, I was just thinking to myself... Somehow, I'm more in love with you now than I ever have been," he looked over at you with a little smile that broke your heart in two. "I didn't think that was even possible."

"I never took you as one to doubt the magic of our love, Healy," You said teasingly, excited to see the little playful grin that adorned his face now. No matter how much he denied it, he loved when you called him that.

"That's Mr. Healy, of Mr. and Mrs. Healy to you," he said sternly, lifting his hand to wag his finger at you, his sly grin turning into a beaming warm one as the sound of your laugh filled his ears. You mourned the departure of his hand, supplementing it with his smile until it returned to your lap, settling in comfortably as you continued to reminisce about that memory.

"God," you mumbled to yourself, still flushed slightly from the flashback. "That feels like forever ago," you said as Matty's hand left your thigh to caress your cheek with the back of his hand.

"Eight years, next month, to be exact," he said warmly with a little smile as he glanced over at you. He was always on top of holidays when you were involved, but especially your secret anniversary- the one only you two knew about. He took any excuse to celebrate you.

"The car still smelled like peaches the next day," you said fondly.

"Mhmmm," he said as you pulled up behind a slow-moving tractor. He maneuvered carefully around the tractor before speeding up again. "I couldn't even smell peaches without getting hard for months after that," he admitted bashfully, his cheeks turning pink as we turned down another empty road.

You lean over to him, kissing him, but just barely, your lips teasing the skin of his cheek as he drives before whispering sultrily in his ear, "Well then, maybe we should find some more peaches."

Matty's eyes widened, looking down at your hooded eyes through your lashes, not speaking because he knows he'll only stutter. You run your hand down his chest, and he gulps as you sneak it under his shirt, feeling his hard abs and the hairs that trail further south below his belt buckle, careful to avoid the fresh tattoo that still healed on his skin- you'd lost count at this point how many tattoos he'd gotten for you, and you knew this wasn't his last. He watches you take his hand on your thigh, guiding it up slowly as you widen your legs. You relish in the pleasure of making his mouth hang open in desire, caught off guard by your words.

"Honey?" You say sensually as your hand lands on the buckle of his belt.

"Yes, d- d-arling?" He stutters, his eyes glued to your widening legs.

"The road?" You say with a smile.

His eyes flip back to the road, finally realizing he was driving on the wrong side before quickly pulling over. You smile as he takes a moment to collect himself and catch his breath. You can't help but giggle, and he can't help but laugh along with you, his chuckle fading as he looks you up and down, licking his lips in the process.

"All these years... And I want you even more now than I did back then..." he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I better make sure you don't go anywhere," he says, cocking his eyebrow up suggestively as he unbuckled his seatbelt. "Better marry you or something..." he says, a silly grin on his face.

You giggle as he leans over to you, his lips hovering over yours, pausing briefly, speaking softly.

"I love you forever," he whispers tenderly.

"I love you forever," you echo.

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