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the-moon-files · 4 months

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Man, I love the trope of aliens being terrified of humans, and I've seen some fics of human!reader reacting differently to stuff like posions/plants in hyrule, but this is in another level! We are indestructible! I mean, I could live on Death Mountain! With the Gorons! It's literally a dream come true!

Also, the urge this would give me to give them all the hugs and piggy back rides whenever it gets cold/windy/whatever extreme condition.

If Hylians would be surprisingly light, would they be light enough for me to pick up Time? Just get that big ass man with a bunch of armor on my back? Because new need unlocked.

NEW NEED UNLOCKED INDEEEEDDD. (touches my fingertips together like a villain up to no good)

CREDIT FOUND!! (Who did it first!):

IDK who it was but someone mentioned in a rlly old 2023-2022? LU x human reader post abt the hylians being lighter in comparison to humans!! If i find who it is, or if u recognize u wrote abt smth similar pls leave a comment so I can @ you!! /gen

@wayfayrr :D ive been in humans are space orcs fandom (is it a fandom? More like endless AU idea ppl wrote abt on tumblr) for Years, and ofc i never thought to put with Loz this past year or 2 getting into this fandom dammit - UR WORKS AMAZING THANK YOU SM FOR MERGING MY 2 FAVS AND LIKING/REBLOGGING THIS HOT MESS 😭😭

GOD i NEED to play TP bc u can hold cats like this?? and u get to see LINK do it??? 😭😭

Sun: technically Masc! Reader but not explicit (you/he/him), coule be Gender Neutral, Human Reader

Orbit: headcanons-ish

Stars: The Classic Chain of Links

Comets & Meteors: Content: in Four’s desc. mentioned “diving into chest”, & Triggers: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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A kinda 2nd part/expansion to this post!

no bc the “i can live wherever tf i want” was secretly part of why i wrote that post (so sue me, i wanna be able to follow wild around his hyrule w/o getting nuked)

OMFG SO GLAD SOMEONE WANTS TO TALK ABT HOW AFFECTIONATE YOU’D GET BC OF THIS TOWARDS THE LINKS (anduseitasanexcusehahai mean what? whatd i say??)

There’s only 2 types of Links in this hyrule(s):

Who’s already down with being cuddled at the slightest/not so slightest inconvenience??:

Wild

(unsurprisingly, also if anyone teases him he just teases right back that not only is it “for survival”, but also look he’s “getting Guide Cuddles™️ and You’re Not” lmao,

would sleep right up against ur bedroll every night if u let him, likes when you commit to the cuddle (even if he goes a little red), like wrapping arms + legs around him, adores fireside cuddles, has said on multiple occasions that nothing makes him feel safer than holding onto you, and how he can’t go back to doing things like this on his own anymore 😭😭😭

his favorite cuddle is whatever you give him LMAO u can always count on Wild if your ever feeling like u need to cuddle smth blonde and cute lol - he constantly offers or initiates it himself <33 )

Sky

another unsurprising one, his favorite time to cuddle is when it’s cold outside, or windy, and he can just get under a blanket and take a nap with you,

esp if it’s both and he can convince you to lay partially on him for heated + weighted human blanket purposes, he’s literally staring at you with sparkles in his eyes as soon as a breeze goes by lol

his Loftwing/Crimson wasn’t rlly able to fly u long distances u find out!! :( Hylians are just so light that ofc that explains why they can ride these pelican/ostrich creations for hours, whereas the bird can only rlly manage 20 minutes of low flying with you (+ Sky) on its back, but that’s fine, bc u figured out how to “shield surf” rlly fast down slopes to keep up with Sky flying low, and by “shield surfing” i mean, shocking Wild into jaw-dropped silence as he watches you fly by completely barefoot 👍

(after all, ur skin has to be pretty tough/thick to be able to handle the weather/environmental conditions, and finding out u can withstand lava? yeah this is nothing turns out)

secretly loves piggyback rides, but never asks, u just see him get this look in his eyes, and shuffling in place just behind you lol

Wind

touch starved, but what Link isnt lol

his favorite is piggyback rides, since he was raised by his grandma, and there weren’t a whole lot of close, young adults to pick him up as a kid

so now, he takes FULL advantage of u being able to easily pick him up lol

one time u guys were going uphill while a pleasant breeze was blowing-

actually it was gale force winds.

but ur you, so it took Wind flying backwards into you to realize. he also screeched at you for “ABANDONING ME- YOURE GONNA MAKE ME, A LITTLE GUY LIKE ME, CRAWL UP THIS?? HOW COULD YOU-” you give him piggy back rides whenever it’s windy.

will treat u like his own personal ship whenever ur both in the water, which consists of him yelling sailor terms like “turn starboard! raise the sails!” while sitting on ur shoulders while u get slammed (gently buffeted, really) by waves

Hyrule

shy, shy, shy, shy-

the quintessential:

“👉👈 🥺 is it okay, if we maybe hug rn?? I'm just rlly cold, and i know u said you didnt mind, and I saw Wild and Sky just laying on you, sorry if this is weird-”

Hyrule, sweets, you literally love him more than life itself, of course you’ll cuddle the fairy boy

the more excited he gets = the more likely to jump on ur back/wrap his arms around ur waist happily, esp since he’s an extra cutie patootie and will subconsciously seek u out if the environment gets a little rough

Sets an Amazing example for the other Links, not too clingy when ur busy, great at latching onto ur back when things get tough for him, asks politely and thanks you everytime he gets down <3

Hyrule is eternally fascinated by whatever u do, u just walk thru flood waters like it’s nothing and while the rest are used to it by now, he’s the only Link looking at you like your some kind of god 💗💘💖💕🙈

accidentally squeezed ur arm muscles one time when he saw u doing that thing where u curl ur arm and Wind/Wild were able to hang off of it,

you both just stared at each other for a solid minute before his ears turned down and he went completely red and apologized profusely for 5 minutes, before you just scooped him up too lmao (his face after tho)

Four

depending on the cuddle he gets shy sometimes, even worse if more than 1 Link is looking at you two, in which he will attempt to escape ur arms.

keyword being attempt.

you just wrap ur legs around him and trap him instead lol

likes to cuddle you somehow where he’s not in the way but you can keep doing whatever it is you were busy with

if he splits, then u can fucking bet Red is the first to dive into ur chest- unless there is literally, actively, a threat right in front of him, he’s going for it lol, Green loves to wrap his arms around one of yours and just hang off u all day, Blue will wait until ur sitting somewhere and flop on ur legs to purposely trap u there, the little shit, and Vio just likes hugs. he’s such a sweetheart, he just loves being wrapped up and wrapping you up 🥺

And who must be Convinced. (most to least)

Legend

fully expected,

silly man thinks he’s above love and cuddles, and all the good things in life LMAO came for ur throat again

it'll be below-freezing temperatures, in a cave with a barely there campfire, a blizzard outside, the other heroes complaining at him to just get under the blanket so you’ll get under the blanket,

bc you two are just doing that thing where 2 characters have like a table between them and are fake-out dodging left and right to try and catch the other lmao

is most susceptible to cuddles when he’s tired/injured/sick/sleepy.

it’s a cold morning and u just scootch the Links into a pile and use him as a pillow lol, and as long as no one, not even gods, perceives you two, he’ll let you stay

ok but you definitely caught him from falling into lava one time while on Death Mountain, and had to bridal carry him across half a lava lake back to shore, hehe,

Legend swore everyone there to secrecy on their own graves and favorite items

also refuses to let Ravio know of ur human advantages lol

he just wants the attention on himself as much as he can in between the other Links, no need for more competition

Time

silly man just doesn't think of his needs including affection/emotional comfort,

he only rlly initiates when the circumstances are dire, like gale force winds that he can barely walk thru/starting to slip, desert heat getting to him thru his armor and needs ur cooling touch, etc.

he keeps it as professional as he can, like wrapping an arm around ur shoulders, but you just snatch him by the waist and pick him up half the time, was surprised at first, chain giggled at him, then complained lightly, finally just accepted his fate anytime he touches you lol,

YES you have given him a piggyback ride, when a flood of water burst a dam during a battle/the other Links got out but Time didn't bc of his heavy armor,

so u yoink him up and just stood ur ground against the raging waves and climbed a rock until u weren't submerged anymore, poor guy was so worn out from the battle + the flood that he just let you carry him all the way until u camped for the night, and secretly took a nap 😭

like Legend he can be convinced to rely on u when he’s already vulnerable like sleepy/tired/injured/sick, but he does find himself secretly appreciative someone in the group can just lift his heavy ass in full armor/or someone else if it gets bad enough,

got converted and no longer has to be convinced usually, he just doesn't initiate much so u have to lol

Warriors

YET ANOTHER SILLY MAN!!

whats with all these idiots neglecting themselves, both physically and emotionally??

like boy u cant stand the heat of a desert or blizzard, just let in the cuddles 👹

similar to Time, just more vocal abt how appreciative/advantageous it is to have someone to be able to carry comrades out of harsh conditions or battles easily.

Did Not think abt this applying to himself until you literally swept him off his feet like a classic damsel in distress- mans let out a shriek after taking a second to process everything LMAO-

Loudly and Dramatically complains abt u coming to cuddle him, both just to love on him, and to heat him up in a rainstorm, but hugs you back and holds onto you anyway hehe.

Became the 2nd person to find out you’re immune to lightning.

See, everyone heard Legend talk abt u getting struck in a storm in Wild’s hyrule, but no one really came to full terms with it bc they didn't see it. Warrior is now a full believer. He actually got the closest to pissing his armor he ever has in all of his battles bc he forgot abt the metal in the storm = bad idea, until it was too late and u guys were trying to retreat to regroup, bc there were too many black-bloods, only to get full body tackled by you to avoid getting hit by lightning.

You had to bridal carry him for a minute after bc u just got back up after being hit, (it just felt like you rubbed ur body on the carpet and touched a metal wall, like a full body small static shock) bc he was in such a state of literal horror/shock,

Wars saw your life flash before his eyes 💀

Twilight

HA HA HA- HE NEEDS THE LEAST AMOUNT OF CONVINCING LMAOOO

goofy wolf man has wolf instincts that help ur case as to Why You Need to Pet Twilight’s Hair and Hold His Hand at All Times if Possible.

main reason Twi’s here is bc he thinks his height + weight = him not needing u to hold onto/cuddle as much, and he would be proven wrong HA

actually gets all blushy/shy anytime u pick him up, freezes like a puppy who’s gotten scruffed too lol

likes a lot more casual touch/cuddles, like arm around ur shoulder or his, sitting with legs touching, leaning against u when he’s cold, etc.

omfg funniest thing abt Wars/Time/Twi is that they’re the tallest out of the Links, so they make for extra fun when picking them up, cuddling etc.

but the best thing ever happened one time when Twi was still recovering from the Shadow’s wound, it got reopened/ached so bad he couldn’t run, but u all were trying to retreat at the moment bc Big Boss,

and u just snatched him up into a piggyback ride, his legs comically sticking out, but the best part was that Hylians are light.

so you were able to run full tilt adrenaline powered run, to the point you surpassed the other Links ahead, and had everyone laughing and simultaneously trying to conserve their breath to keep running LMAO

Twi grew up tall/bigger than kids his age, and is another victim of “no adult figures to pick him up when he was younger”, so he gets this little giddy smile when u pick him up lol <3

the first time u put him in a bridal carry for smth like river rushing waters, mans blushed, stuttered abt smth the whole time, and then didnt let go after you tried to put him down, u didnt have the heart to insist, so u just carried him around half of the day 😭

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sorry some have less than others, its nearly 2am I'm just riffing kicking my feet and shit, so I'm not being very thorough

i hope u liked my spiral into blonde twink insanity (well theyre kinda on a spectrum of twinkness)

anyway goodnight, and have a great weekend!!

to the 2 other ppl who sent asks, ill get to you soon and thank you sm for sending stuff :’)

Please feel free to send asks for requests or just to chat :)

Peace out,

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aliasrocket · 11 months

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How do you imagine having a first date with Rocket would go? Poor guy would probably be so nervous cause it would be his first real date ever.

OOO I’m usually not good at fluff but this would be a good warm up so why not?? Thanks for this request this is so cute <3

(Side note for those of you who read ‘last (friday) night’, you can take this as a sequel that happens like a year after multiple ‘accidental’ nights and they finally sort out their feelings.)

(This was supposed to be a drabble but it would appear I got carried away. I might post this to ao3 if I’m in the mood HAHAH RIP)

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“Buy me dinner first, captain.”

It was supposed to be stupid joke. That’s the thing. Even Rocket laughed at the time. You laughed at the time.

So that perfectly explained why he’s grounded in dark blue lighting, the low light outside giving his room a taste of the windy evening while he adjusted the tie around his neck.

“Dinner,” he murmured, lips barely parting. “Yeah, right.”

He grabbed the knob to his door and it flew open and shut right after he slipped past it.

He was immediately greeted by the chilly Knowhere air, proving his effort of putting on a suit jacket useful. He typically didn’t like putting on a coat so early in the night, but judging from the people fading by the street, it was probably going to be a colder night.

Your door.

His feet stood planted on the ground, shoulder width apart after he’d slipped his hands into his pockets.

Hello, door.

Was that enough?

Of course not.

But talking to the door is a lot easier than knocking on it, Rocket found, with the way his hand shivered at the very thought of leaving its snug pocket.

His hand rose from its bed anyway, stopping right before the plastic surface in a fist.

Boom.

Well, he was being dramatic. It was really more of a knock.

He knocked two more times, and his hand quickly retreats back into his now warm pocket.

One second, two then three when a cool air brushed past him and a light touched his fur.

“Oh! Look at you, all dolled up.”

You had your head tilted and your back arched as both your hands tended to an earring on your right ear. Rocket wandered further down, observing the shine on your exposed shoulders, the spaghetti strings holding your dress up and how it so generously cherished your curves in its hold.

Rocket licked his lips. Cold air can turn your lips dry, he reminded himself.

“What can I say? You’re a doll.” He shrugged. “Ready?”

He almost had the instinct of holding one hand down but that would mean taking the other out of his pocket. They were dampening his pants from the humidity on his palms.

“Yeah!” You beamed with a cherry-chapstick smile, a white glimmer gilding across your lip as you closed the door behind you. “Where are we going?”

Rocket chuffed to himself, a smile curling his lips. “I think I’d better show you than tell you.”

“C’mon, I know all the great restaurants around here. It won’t take long for me to guess.”

You both descended down the last flight of stairs before making contact with the ground—your apartment hadn’t been as high up as many of the other civilians in Knowhere.

“First of all, we’re not goin’ to any restaurant. Second of all, it so, definitely would take you a millennia to guess.”

“Mm, and why’s that?”

Rocket wasn’t sure if it had been on purpose, but he could have sworn he heard that line from a 50’s show on Terra. That’s what they would call it, anyway, and they were usually of really poor quality and the film would be black and white. When he looked up, your lip was still the light’s favorite, gracing it with a little white dot as if Rocket hadn’t already given it all the attention it deserved.

“Because I’m not taking you anywhere you’ve been before,” Rocket replied.

It didn’t take long before you both reached the desired destination.

“Why are we at a parking lot?”

“You wound me, princess,” Rocket lamented theatrically, holding his hands to his chest. He snickered at his own gesture after you laughed at it too. “Don’t you know I wouldn’t take you to just any parking lot?”

“What kind of parking lot is this then?” You held a hand to your hip, and Rocket stole a quick glance before quickly looking away. Needless to say, it highlighted your hips a lot more than he would have liked for his own well-being.

“You’ll see.”

You both walk a little further in to find a large ship, and it probably occupied the entire parking lot from its sheer size alone.

“Woah,” your lips hung parted as your head swung left and right to get the whole view of the vehicle. “Your ship?”

“The guardians’, but basically, yes,” Rocket’s brows furrowed with a smug grin. “It’s called the Bowie.”

“Bowie—as in David Bowie? The Terran singer?”

“Yeah.” Rocket nodded. “You know him?”

“I mean, duh. I lived on Terra, once upon a time,” you smiled.

Rocket smiled too.

You seemed to notice.

“Wanna check it out?”

“You’re asking me if I wanna check out a ship named the Bowie? We’re going!” You laughed and began to run, forcing Rocket to chase after you.

Rocket gave you a conservative tour of the ship, but you didn’t seem to mind when he managed to swiftly get you across to the cockpit of the ship where the real magic was.

“Is—is that takeout?”

“Yeap. Terran delights. You seem very in touch with your roots so I started there.”

You rush towards the brown bags, peering inside to see the blue holographic container given in most takeouts orders to keep food warm. Rocket walks over to the pilot seat and you open the container.

“Fuck, chicken, I’ve missed this,” you sighed, inhaling the delicious aroma now filling the air.

The handles in Rocket’s seat was now infected by his damp hands. He clenched his jaw, wiping his palms on his pants harshly before pulling up a holographic control panel.

“Rocket,” you said cautiously. “Rocket what are you doing—”

“Getting a better view for our table.”

And that, he did, when the entire parking lot floor began to oscillate and the walls unfolded rigidly to reveal a familiar lens that seemed to unscrew.

“What—wait that’s—”

“Do me a favor?”

“What—we’re going to space?”

“Yeah. Strap on, put the food on your lap and do not let go of the bag.”

“Rocket, are you sure about this?”

“It’s completely safe. And I’m a pilot, remember?” Rocket’s chair pivoted to face you.

You stared out at the windshield, back slouching as you said nothing. Your eyes had perfectly reflected the stars and the skies that strewn the canvas of space.

Though, Rocket wasn’t quite sure if it was a reflection of the stars or something your eyes already behold.

“Hey.”

You look up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked, and your gaze was no longer on him. Your head was still tilted up but your eyes had wandered somewhere else.

“It’s … been a while. That’s all.”

“We don’t have to go,” Rocket said, softer than he would have thought, or liked. It made his voice … light. Something he didn’t consider himself to be.

“No!” You exclaimed, and then cleared your throat. “I-I mean, um, no, sorry—this is amazing. I want to go. I’m just … nervous. That’s all.”

“Don’t worry,” Rocket consoled, his voice becoming something of a velvet texture when it rolled past his tongue. “It’s nothing but gorgeous out there. You’ll fit right in.”

You covered your mouth.

Rocket grinned. It was stupid, sure, but he saw the way your cheeks rose and knew he didn’t have to worry.

And with that, you settled into the seat a few feet away from Rocket’s own, placing the brown bag on your lap and holding onto the rim.

You gave him a nod, and Rocket snickered as your head was sent back onto the head rest at take off, pressing before you found the strength to resist the pushing force.

Rocket was quick to settle the ship in space, the view partially including the ancestral head Knowhere was stowed away in. The rest of it had been space and everything else it’s always been; an endless, black vacuum lucky enough to end up with stars as freckles.

Except, this view had been different—somehow, there were some purple and blue hues bleeding into the black scene like paint being dipped in murky water.

“Holy shit.”

It was as quiet as a breath one would let out in an exhale, but somehow, Rocket heard it all the same.

“Holy shit is right,” he chimed in.

“Rocket … where is this …?”

“We’re near a planet and this one in particular gives off a plasma that’s highly reactive to its own natural hydrocarbons, so it takes the purple color of the planet’s surface and it drifts past the planet’s atmosphere and—”

You got off your seat and quickly set down the food on the floor between the two pilot seats.

“Oh! Sorry, continue—”

“No, you’re right, I should shut up,” Rocket agreed with a smile before getting off his seat and crossing his legs on the floor.

Rocket frowned as soon as you were occupied with the food. The thing is, he can’t really remember the last time he’s rambled like that to someone else. It wasn’t like he expected you to understand him and the only other person he’d ever rambled about science to is …

You set aside the brown bag, allowing Rocket a better view of you. You place down his own food container before opening yours again.

You took one of the pieces of chicken in your hand, your head lowered but your eyes on Rocket’s own.

“And it never drifts far because of the planet’s gravity, right?”

Rocket’s ear twitched and he perked up at your words. He felt the end of his tail jerk in every so often and he tried his best to keep it directly behind him.

“How’d you know?” He asked, grabbing a utensil and scooping up his own food.

“We go to school on Terra. Ever heard of it?” You joked.

“For some reason, I don’t buy it—not the school thing but the ‘they teach us in school’ thing,” Rocket said in a pitchy voice, stuffing his mouth with food and chewing.

( you weren’t surprised. If you were being completely honest, you wanted nothing less than to impress and knowing that Rocket was a pilot, you’d done all the research you could about space and took in anything that was comprehendible for you. School was nothing but a nightmare. It’s one of the reasons you left earth. But rocket didn’t need to know that. )

“Rocket, chew your food, c’mon,” you said with a smile.

You titter at his state, and rightfully so; he had taken a huge bite, and he was lucky you didn’t have a mirror on you or else his cybernetically engineered rib cage might combust.

“But for the record, it …”

Rocket exhaled through his nose.

The purples floating in space had somehow also gotten on your form and smudged itself on your cheek. You weren’t facing space, and it was at this moment that Rocket knew,

you had your own solar system, orbiting in your very eyes.

“It means a lot to me.”

You smiled.

Rocket wondered if the rose tint had always been in your cheeks or if it always emerged whenever you did something pretty.

Certain images of you began flooding his mind, images he’d seen before; the way you bite your lip, how it parted when he tugged your hair or did something to make you elicit those lovely sounds he relished hearing.

“The food is amazing,” you complimented right after swallowing your first bite. “Thank you, I really, really missed this.”

“It’s not my cooking, but no problem,” Rocket replied.

Both of you look out at the windshield, taking the view in once more and making sure it seeps into the little gaps of fur and skin.

“I know this date’s only just started but …”

Rocket turned back to you, another bite of food ready on his spoon.

“This might be the best day of my life.”

Rocket froze.

Soon enough, the spoon ended up in his mouth, withdrawing as soon as his teeth scraped the food off for him to chew.

“Well that’s a little depressing,” he smiled.

It turned into a hearty guffaw at your frown, your own mouth too stuffed with chicken for you to reply so soon.

“How is this day being the best of my life depressing?” You managed to make out right after swallowing your food.

“It’s a first date with take out fried food and we’ve barely just begun—”

“Well I’m sorry for finding your well-thought out date to be one of the best things I’ve ever experienced!”

Rocket paused for the second time that night.

“You mean that?”

Your eyebrows raised. “Of course, I mean that. I wouldn’t go out on a date with someone I didn’t like, I’ve spent way too much time on Terra doing that.”

“Well, then … what else is up on that list?”

“Hm?”

Rocket’s eyes were practically tied to your body. He’d been looking at the stars for half the night, but each sentence you spoke somehow made you lean forward a little more and due to the nature of your dress, you sat with your legs glued together but folded by the side.

All of which gave Rocket a very distracting view.

He couldn’t just steal a glance like before, no—because your dress stopped right above your cleavage and with you leaning forward, it was an angle that was all too hard to simply steal.

“What else was on your list of ‘the best things you’ve experienced’?”

Rocket looked away, finally.

But it might have been too late.

You snorted.

“That’s real cliché, Rocket,” you remarked.

“Hey, I’m sorry! I’m only a man—a man who’s happened to have the luxury of having sex with you and now I think I kinda want more,” Rocket confessed frankly.

“Tell you what,” you began, setting your chicken bone down on your food container. “Thirty minutes,” you paused, gesturing towards the food. “Wait for this to settle. Then I’ll suck your dick on that chair.”

“Fuck,” Rocket exhaled. “You’re so goddamn hot when you do that.”

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tech-whale · 1 year

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Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Maybe some angst it’s probably not that bad though, fluff, that's it

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Blaise Zabini was a man of few words, many people found him intimidating, and many others at Hogwarts couldn't understand the little things he did to express his emotions. You could though, at least you liked to think that, you would catch how he smiled to himself when one of his friends did something amusing, or the looks of irritation at some of their more unfavourable actions, his way of looking right through people he didn't care for as if they had never existed in the first place, and the look he gave you one of annoyance.

You could never understand what you had done to make him find you so annoying and unapproachable that his opinion of you could never change, but you did remember the first time he had given you that look, it had been in your fourth year Snape along with many of the other professors decided that since there was a competition your school was competing in they should promote inter-house unity, although you believed that Snape was forced to do it. Snape taking his chance to torture his students even more decided to choose our partners for potions for the whole year and he had pit you with Blaise Zabini. When you had first been put with him you were ecstatic, you had been harbouring feelings for the boy but the annoyance that spread across his face the more you talked with him lowered, and lowered your hope of any romance blooming between the two of you.

So now you sat hopelessly staring at him while he sat eating utterly oblivious to your longing stare. However, you couldn't say much as you had tuned out to what your friends had been talking about until one of them shook you much too harshly in your opinion and brought your attention back to your table.

“Are you staring at Zabini again?” Susan questioned, turning to answer her you took in the unimpressed look on her face and changed your answer to one that would not make her lecture you for hours.

“NO, I have completely and utterly forgotten about him. Why should I like someone after what happened.” You remarked, stuffing slices of peach into your mouth to avoid having to talk about this anymore.

“Because you so got over him after that, and didn't get drunk last year and confess your love for him to us during a party.” Susan quipped back, you cringed at the mention of that party, but even more, so that people still remembered the ‘incident’, even though you were the one that brought it up.

The ‘incident’ as everyone had named it was something known throughout the entirety of the housemates in your year as well as quite a few other students in your year and a few above. The ‘incident’ occurred about a month before the yule ball in your 4th year, right around when everybody else started to ask people out to the ball.

It had been a nice day. You remember that the ground was covered in snow but it wasn't too windy and there weren't any clouds so the sun had direct access to the usually freezing halls of Hogwarts. You had planned it out from scouting, or as Susan called it stalking, you figured out what Zabini usually favoured at Honeydukes and found out about a book he had been eyeing up for the past few weeks. And so you were ready to give Zabini his gifts, ask him to the ball where the two of your loves would be cemented forever and he would then ask you to be his partner and you would live happily ever after the end. Well, maybe not all of that but you were at least hoping that he would accept you as a date to the ball. You had tuned into all the gossip in the school to make sure he did not have a date, even going as far as getting the Hogwarts gossip magazine some of the students usually put together. The ball was filled with people and their dates as well as speculated dates to the ball.

Carrying your bag of gifts you looked for him across the courtyard, having seen Draco and his posey walkout there only a few moments ago, finally spotting him walking away from the group you took the chance and made your way over to him.

“Zabini could I speak with you for a moment?” You asked, your fingers fiddling with the ends of the string you used to tie the bag together. The only response he gave you was a silent nod of the head.

I just wanted to give you this and ask if you wanted to go to the Yule ball with me?” You stuttered out, thrusting the bag into his chest and locking your arms at your side once he took the gift from you. You waited for his response until you heard the horrible sound of mocking laughter. Looking up you spotted Draco and his gang walking up to the two of you as he and the rest of them laughed and pointed at you. You looked towards Blaises face to see if he would say anything to defend you or to make fun of you. Instead of being met with laughter by him, you were met with a face full of disgust, it was worse than any rejection you had imagined in your head. He looked down at you with such a horrid facial expression, if it had ended there you would have been fine but no, he dropped the bag you had given him onto the ground for the contents to spill out onto the snow-covered ground.

“Oh Blaise don’t be cruel, it’s obvious that they are madly in love with you.” Pansy mocked in her usual high and annoyingly squeaky voice.

“She’s right you know Zabini, you really shouldn't be cruel your admirer at least had the idea to corner you alone.” Draco jested, as he walked over to wrap an arm around Zabinis shoulders and peek at what you had gotten his friend, only to shriek in delight when he realised that you must have put great detail into finding out what his friend enjoyed.

“Why are you still here?” You heard a cold voice ask, looking up Blaise's face of disgust looked down at you and with that, you turned on your heel and took off back to the Hufflepuff common room where you could cry to the comfort of your friends.

But even as you ran from them you could still hear the jests and taunts that the Syltherins threw at you, you really should have listened to your friends.

Shaking your head you tried to push the memory back into the locked box in your brain that it was usually located in and tune back into what your friends were doing, only to realise that they had gotten up and were grabbing their bags to go.

“Where are you guys going?” You asked curiously as usually, they would stay the entirety of lunch and rarely ever wanted to leave, though you felt pretty silly when they looked at you as if you had just forgotten the most essential thing in the world.

“We have potions now, and you know how long it takes to get to the dungeons,” Susan answered, shaking her head as she muttered curses at you, realising yes it was time to go, you shot up from your spot at the table, careful not to spill any food on your uniform and grabbed your bag to head to potions with your friends.

Entering the potion classroom you slipped into your seat doing your best to avoid the gaze of your teacher at any of the students you had arrived late to the classroom. Slughorn takes the same wanting of inter-house unity as Snape had done two years ago, although with a much smaller group.

The stool next to you was pulled out from under the desk causing you to tense up at the presence that had now joined you at your table. You could feel his eyes boring holes into your skull as you pulled out a quill and some parchment, pausing when Slughorn called you all to gather around his desk to be introduced to the potion that you would all begin to start brewing.

Slughorn introduced the potion that you would be brewing: Amortencia, a powerful love potion. Deciding to show one of the potions many interesting natures he called each student up to come and smell the potion. You fiddled with a fraying edge on your robe as you waited for Slughorn to call you up, the anticipation slowly eating away at your nerves. You knew what you were going to smell, or more likely who you were going to smell, you just really didn't want to have to admit that to your friends who would inevitably ask once class was over.

Finally, after what felt like hours, probably only a couple of minutes, you were called to the front of the class. Leaning over the cauldron you were jit with the smell of earl grey tea, expensive cologne, old inks, and the yellowing pages of the books in the library. All smell’s you would associate with Blaise Zabini.

Moving back to your spot with the rest of your class you kept your head right at the board to avoid the wanting stares your friends were casting at you. Although looking straight ahead also gave you the view right across the caldron holding the potion, giving you perfect sight of each student's face as they each went to smell it, and just your luck the person right across from you now was Blaise Zabini. Watching him as he shifted his body forward wafting the scent of the potion up. After a moment his eyes flickered up and you could have sworn that he smirked just slightly when your eyes met. But just as quickly as you saw it disappeared and he went back to his spot at the back of his class with the rest of Dracos posey.

The rest of the class went by relatively quickly, with what you can only describe as an aggressive amount of teasing grins and knowing looks thrown your way. But along with your friends being obnoxious, you could say that the accidental bumps of your and Zabini’s hands happened more than what would usually happen. You could also say that there was more lingering gaze coming from the boy beside you, you really couldn't have this happen it would only give you false hope.

And just as you thought once you had arrived in the common room you were swarmed by your friends with a million questions about what you had smelled, or should you say who you smelled.

“Come on (Insert Name), you have got to tell us.” Susan chided as she rocked you back and forth trying to convince you to tell her who it was.

“Well, I did smell some expensive cologne, old ink, and old books.” You answered back being careful with what you said to not give away who exactly it could be, although knowing your friends and what they knew of you it couldn't be more obvious.

“That's just things you would use to describe Blaise, honestly you keep saying you got over him but it is so obvious that you're still head over heels for him. Just admit that you like him, even though he’s a total jerk and doesn't deserve you, the heart is an uncontrollable force.” Susan spoke, wrapping you in a warm embrace as she cuddled up to you on the couch so you wouldn't have to wallow in pity on your own.

Moving on from that day you noticed a significant shift in Blasises actions, in the great hall during meals you made more eye contact with him and he seemed to hold it for longer, in hallways or crowds it seemed like he would look for you in them always being able to find your eyes, it was even more extreme the accidental bumping of your hands happened even more and it seemed like his hand would linger each time.

It all concluded when you felt someone bump into your back looking at who it was, you saw Zabini walking away from you. Just as you were about to call out to him you felt something in your hand, not understanding how you hadn't felt it there before you opened your hand to find a neatly folded piece of paper.

‘I’m sorry, meet me by the lake at midnight sharp.’ the note read out in handwriting that was oddly familiar to you.

And so for the rest of the day, you waited anxiously for 12 to roll around, and when it finally did you threw on your sweater and snuck out of your dorm careful not to wake any of your roommates who would insist on coming with you so that nothing bad happens to you.

Slipping into the corridor waited to hear any footsteps before you carried on, hurrying through the passages out to the lake where you saw a figure standing, the moonlight reflecting off the lake and onto them creating a halo around them.

Standing in front of the figure you were met with the face you had memorized so many times, the face that made your heart swell and the very face that shattered your heart into a million pieces.

“Zabini what are you doing here?” You asked shifting on your feet as you stated out at the lake refusing to meet his eyes.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened that day, I shouldn't have acted like that. I was flustered and I got nervous. No one I have ever liked has confessed to me like that.” He answered reaching out and grabbing your hand. Looking at his face it was filled with a softness you had never seen directed at you, a softness that you had never seen ever.

“I know that's not an excuse for what I said but I would like to start over, I want to be something with you, anything, please.” He continued his grip on your hand tightening.

“I think we could be something.” You said laughing up at him.

“Oh and I loved the book, thank you.” He said softly as the two of you leaned in meeting each other as the moon danced across the water.

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Things Don't Stay Forever

DC x DP prompt. Or story? Story, I think, cause I plan to add more chapters. Idk, I'm building this world as we go along. It's my side project to keep writing. But you can take it and roll with it too :D.

But for a prompt: Lex Luthor created a virus to "combat and destroy other viruses and diseases in the human body." This is in quotes because he placed it under this description himself. In truth, the virus is supposed to destroy metahuman abilities. (This actually happened in the comics) But the virus didn't work as he wanted it. Something happens, still working on this part, where the virus is leaked into the air and causes a global pandemic.

That's right people, this is an Apocalypse AU!

It is eventually going to be Dead on Main or JasonxDanny cause I love that ship. But it's going to be very slow going.

Anyway, enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter 1: And that’s when I realize that, in the end, we’d all wish for the same thing. Just a little more time.

Danny remembered when it started.

The minuscule, barely noticeable at the time, change in the world that jumpstarted the end.

A news report on the WGN9 station at ten at night.

He remembers it was January. He had been out hours before, keeping an eye on Amity and her dead, and her living. It had been snowing that night. Cold and windy, the cool air had felt good on his skin and in his core. He had flown for two long hours around Amity relishing in the dark and quiet before making his way home.

He remembers sitting on the living room couch, dozing and alone after a long day of schoolwork, ghostly activities, and dealing with the imminent problem of his future.

He remembers closing his eyes, his arms resting against his stomach, rising with his breaths. He hardly listened to the words of the newscaster talking. Her words had been so distant and muted, his thoughts the complete opposite, almost blaring and intrusive.

He remembers wondering, through the anxiety-ridden whispers in his head, where his mom and dad were. If they were in the house or if they were out again, hunting. It was late. It was snowing. But they always stood up late through any type of weather. Catching ghosts at night was easier than during the day. He made sure before heading home the ghosts kept their heads down for the night in case his parents were out.

He hadn’t seen them when he was flying though. They had probably been in the basement then.

He remembers the throw blanket under his head, resting on the back of the couch. How it still smelled like Jazz’s perfume even when she hadn’t been home for months, away at college. His eyes had stung and watered under his eyelids and he fought to keep the tears where they were.

He remembers it was cold in the house. It was always hard to tell if it was because his dad ran hot so the temperature had been lowered, the ghost portal opened in the basement, all the ambient ectoplasm in the house, or if it was him, or maybe all four options.

But what he remembers the most about that night was the moon. Bright and full, shining in through the living room window, helping to illuminate the space and him alongside the TV screen. Offering a kind of silent comfort he never took for granted.

He remembers that the most because it was the first thing he saw after snapping open his bleary eyes when he heard it. The thing that set off a warning in his head. The name of the man who would later help realize the end. His gaze quickly shifted to the screen to see the newscaster, Tiffany Snow, begin her news report.

“Billionaire and CEO of LexCorp, Lex Luthor, has recently announced a scientific breakthrough his company has been working on for years. Sources say Luthor has hired some of the greatest scientific minds in the 21st century onto this project that will, quote, “change the world.”

A project that would change the world. One they have spent years working on.

And suddenly, everything went silent.

A recorded scene of Lex Luthor shaking hands with delegates from multiple countries played out on screen. Luthor looked pleased. Behind him, a line of scientists in lab coats stood, looking blank or grim. The delegates standing next to Luthor grinned and clasped hands with one another, and flashes of camera light flooded the conference room they stood in.

Danny remembers slowly sitting up, his eyes, red-rimmed and tired, staring at Lex Luthor, right into his eyes. His face was instantly frozen on the screen staring right back with dark eyes. His hands still clasped in another’s, a small smirk rested on his face but he didn’t move. Time had simply stopped.

Still. So very still. Danny hardly moved or breathed. Just stared into the billionaire’s eyes like he could foresee the future and all its mistakes. Silence had reigned around him. Only the frantic whispers of a warning rushed into his head like static. He couldn’t understand them, there was too much, too many voices talking at once. Building and building louder and louder until—

And then it was over.

Tiffany Snow was gone. Lex Luthor and all his scientists behind him were gone too. A commercial for life insurance played on, the narrator’s voice booming after long seconds of utter silence and static. Danny remembered flinching and rubbing his eyes, taking deep breaths because what the hell had that been?

What was that?

He’d never felt anything like that before. It felt like…an omen. A premonition? He’s never had premonitions before. So what…?

He remembers thinking maybe he had been tired. Danny had been running himself ragged for days, for months. Maybe it was time for him to go to bed. Finally, rest after a long couple of months.

It had to just be sleep deprivation, that was all. It didn’t feel that way.

He remembers turning off the TV. He stood up, draping the blanket that had been resting on the couch over his head and shoulders, wrapped and held in one hand like a childish comfort in front of his nose. Remembers walking up the stairs to his bedroom in the dark, the only light in the whole house coming from the moon.

He remembers lying down and staring at his glow-in-the-dark star-covered ceiling. Small and colorful blob ghosts darted up and down through them. They were quiet and playful with one another. He counted them like sheep, over and over.

He fell asleep later that night, hours later because he couldn’t get what had happened out of his head. Remembers the sinking feeling following him the next day and the next. Watching out for the news every night after for more reports on Lex Luthor or LexCorp or this thing that was going to change the world. He had asked Tucker to put an alert on his Blackberry for those two keywords for any articles that popped up online.

Because something was wrong or was going to be wrong. That eerie feeling on the back of his neck down to his queasy stomach had left him sick and paranoid for months after. It was the reason he had been so overprotective of his family, his friends, and his hometown both as Fenton and Phantom for months.

That deep knowledge of Death being near. The End of all things. Not the afterlife. Not all the ghosts, spirits, shades, and other indefinite things that walked the Earth but actual Death. As if the shadow of it eclipsed the planet and the sun couldn’t shine through.

He remembers being seventeen and not worried, not concerned, but absolutely terrified and sure that something was coming.

And then it was July. A day after his eighteenth birthday. One month after his high school graduation. One month before college, although, that was never in the plan to begin with if he was being honest.

But it was July. One day in and the world was dying. Just like he felt it would.

Because Danny remembered when it started.

But long before the outbreak ever occurred. When there were just small hints of something to come—nothing damning, nothing for sure—Lex Luthor was working on something groundbreaking. But no news of it ever hit the media after that first initial report. The one that made him anxious.

Although, now that he has some time to reflect on it, he realizes maybe he hadn’t been the only one either. There may have been others who caught those signs too.

He ponders this as he watches clips of Wonder Woman, usually tall and confident, grim face and small, as she helped care for the dying in India. The Flash sped toward hospitals all across Europe carrying supplies of medicine and food.

Superman, powerful and usually bigger than life, hovering over a burning village in Vietnam, his face dazed and shocked at the destruction below him. Like it was his first time seeing such a thing.

And then there was Batman’s Knights. Small snippets of gloved and cape-covered Bats ran and jumped through Lady Gotham’s large skyscrapers and high-rises, carrying items that shaky cameras couldn’t capture.

Gotham had been in quarantine days before the outbreak. Metropolis too. Countries were warned three days in advance. Every country around the world began to plan and lock down before the first wave could hit. They weren’t given enough time.

Israel built fences and walls around itself. So did China and Egypt. Canada had cut off their roads and airspace, as did many countries after them, including the U.S. Europe closed down its borders. Mexico refused to let anyone into the country. Africa’s CDC convened to plan their next steps for lockdown amongst all African nations.

Chicago shut down both their airports. Jazz hadn’t been able to get a flight back to Illinois. Then all the airports started shutting down, quicker and quicker, one by one, before she could even look for a ticket out of California.

And the other cities, the other countries—not all of them closed down in time. Not all of them had superheroes living in their cities to help them. The superheroes that were on Earth were stretched thin around the globe helping out.

Not all of them had the means to control the masses through a global pandemic.

Amity Park, on the other hand, was quick to close down their roads weeks before Gotham and Metropolis did. Phantom made sure of that.

And the fact Vlad didn’t argue with him spoke volumes about the information he was hoarding too.

Yeah, there had been others who knew.

Did they even try to stop it?

Was there anything he could have done?

Clockwork comes to mind and Danny has to suddenly stop himself from running down the basement stairs toward the portal below just to ask him if he knew. He hasn’t spoken to him in weeks. Not since their last conversation when he confided in Clockwork about his fears.

His hands clench and Danny lets out a soft growl. Of course, he knows. He always knows.

Ancients, he’s always known.

But he hadn’t said anything. Not when Danny asked. Not when Danny told him something was wrong. He hadn’t uttered a word. And he had looked fine. His usual self, nothing seemed out of place. So why hadn’t he said anything to Danny?

Well, he couldn’t, could he? The future has to continue, no matter what happens. That’s what Clockwork once told him.

But it can be changed. It’s been changed before. Danny’s seen it. Danny’s done it. So why—

—And if Clockwork sees this, has seen it—how could he not—then it means this is something that was always meant to be. Always growing in the back of this planet’s history.

Impending and dooming. But things can change. He knows that. He does because he’s helped change things in the past before and maybe he shouldn’t have. He’s privileged to have done that but Clockwork must know something else. He just needs to ask. He needs to—

The landline phone rings suddenly and Danny rushes quickly to pick it up before the first ring even finishes. He knows who it is.

“Jazz? Jazz, hello? You there?”

Static fills his ears for a second before he hears her ask, “Danny?”

Relief floods his system. He sighs gratefully. “Jazz. Hey, I can hear you. Can you hear me?”

“You’re kind of breaking up but I can hear you.” Static fills the line again before she says, “Are you okay? Is everyone okay?”

She sounds worried and tired. He rushes to reassure her.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine here. We’re all okay. Are you okay? Where are you now?”

A rustle of paper. “Nebraska, near the border of Colorado, I think. I’m in Big Springs. I just got out of Wyoming.”

Nebraska. She’s in Nebraska. It’s been two days. She’s just reached Nebraska and it’s been two days. It shouldn’t be taking this long. She’s still too—. Danny rubs the side of his face with his hand and holds back the panic.

“Okay. That’s good.” He lies, “You’re good, you’re okay. You just got to get through Nebraska and you’ll be golden.”

She lets out a small humorless chuckle. “Not just Nebraska, Danny. Iowa and a quarter of Illinois too.”

“Hey, that’s gonna be so easy! Okay, you’re back in the Midwest. You’re already halfway there, you know?”

“Yeah.”

He turns around to face the living room from the kitchen. The TV behind him, muted, shows more scenes of destruction and human desperation he doesn’t want to look at right now while talking to his sister.

“How are you? Really?”

Static for another moment, mere seconds before he hears her again. “I’m…scared and—and worried. This car trip home was not how I expected it to go.” She chuckles.

“No, yeah I know.” He turns to take a brief glimpse back at the TV before looking down again. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! Really, I’m fine. I should have—I should have planned this better.”

Danny shakes his head. “You didn’t know this was going to happen. You had plans in motion. You—you have goals. How were you supposed to-to—”

“No, yeah, I know. I—” Jazz sighs, exhausted. “I know.” She’s silent and Danny’s heart drops. A rustling sound fills the phone and she says optimistically, “I made it through the worst of it and I’m almost home.”

“How—” Danny clears his throat. “How has the trip been so far?”

Trip. Can he even call it that? It’s more like an escape. She’s running away. She’s trying to get home before—before—

He can hear a puff of air hit the receiver. “It’s been…eventful. There’s a lot happening around the States. I’ve done my best to avoid it all but...”

“Like what?” he asks, curious, worried, panicked.

“I…there’s something I have to tell you. But I don’t want you to worry.”

Too late. Because that statement was ominous. “Tell me. Please. I want to know. I need to make sure you’re okay. Jazz—”

“I’m okay! I think, yeah, it’s, there’s been—”

“Jazz.”

She’s quiet again. Ancients, he hates when she’s quiet.

“Jazz, what’s going on?”

“It’s-it’s bad, Danny. It’s really bad. Everywhere. I’ve had to—” She sniffles. God, is she—? “I’ve had to do a lot to get out and I’m almost home, okay? I’m almost home and then it’s all going to be okay. But you gotta trust me that I’m going to be home soon, okay? Just know that.”

She’s frantic and panicked. He knows she pulled her phone away from her face because her sniffling is distant but he can still hear her. He needs to keep hearing her.

“Jazz? Jazz, hey, talk to me. Don’t stop talking.”

“Okay, no, it’s okay. I’m fine. I’m sorry.” She sobs.

She’s been through a lot. She’s stressed as hell. Who wouldn’t be in her situation? She’s had to do things to get out.

What did she do? What’s happening in the other states?

Without thinking, Danny grabs the remote and flips quickly through the channels but all everyone is showing are either clips of the Justice League or damn commercial ads for fucking prescription drugs and why the hell is that important right now? Right now when his sister is afraid and alone during a fucking pandemic?

He throws the remote down on the table and makes a decision.

“Jazz? Jazz, it’s okay. Listen. I’m gonna come and get you.” Danny rushes through the kitchen, rips open cabinet doors and drawers, and rustles through them searching. He knows it’s around here somewhere.

“What? What, no! Danny—”

“I’ve been so fucking stupid! Why didn’t I think about this before? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I left you like this. But I can get to you. I can. I know how.” He holds the phone between his shoulder and ear. The coil phone cord wraps around his torso as he rips open a junk drawer and immediately locates the map he was looking for.

“Here it is! Okay, you said you were where? Big Springs?”

“Yeah, but—”

“I can meet you there. It usually takes, what? Eleven hours to get to Nebraska from here? Twelve? I can fly. I can be there in sev—no! Three. I can be there in three hours. Just hold on for me, okay?”

“Danny, no, stop. This is absurd.”

Danny freezes and thinks for a moment. She’s right. This whole thing is stupid. He can get to her much quicker.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m so dumb!” He smacks his forehead. “I can take the Infi-Map.”

“Wh…what?”

“The Infi-Map. I can borrow it from Frostbite and use it to find a portal closer to you. How much ambient ectoplasm is in that area? You know what? Doesn’t matter. I’ll just ask the map to bring me to you.”

“Danny—”

“I can take the Speeder. We’re gonna have to leave your car but at this point, what does it matter?”

“Danny. Wait, stop for a second!”

Danny stops and waits for her to speak again.

“What?”

“Danny…that can be extremely dangerous. I’m not risking your life to come and get me.”

Danny holds down his scoff and rubs his eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She lets out a large sigh, her breath creating a distorted noise on his end. “I’ve been around people. A lot of people. Not on purpose and not because I wanted to be. I just—it’s been a long trip so far. I’ve had to get out of the car. I’ve… had to help some people.”

Danny slumps down in the kitchen chair closes to him and stares at the TV screen. Dragonson is in North Korea. He’s in talks with the leader to help protect his people. Apparently, it’s not going well.

“Of course you did.”

“Well, I do learn from the best.”

“That’s not even remotely funny.”

She laughs anyway. It’s not funny, it’s—this whole situation is awful and it’s not funny but she’s laughing on the other line anyway.

“I’m coming to get you. I don’t care what y—”

“I may be infected.”

His breathing stops. He blinks at the TV and watches Cyborg pull up multiple maps of different countries. Areas of Europe and Asia are pulsing red and growing bigger.

“Are you—” he chokes, “Are you showing symptoms?”

“No. Nothing. But I was around people who may have been sick. I—” She takes a breath in. “I wasn’t sure if coming home was safe. I may infect other people. I may bring this to Amity.” Her voice wobbles on the last word. “And you worked so hard to keep our town safe. I don’t want to jeopardize that.”

“I don’t care about—”

“But I’m still coming home. I have a plan. I can wear a suit, one of mom’s old jumpsuits with the-the helmet. She has a hazmat suit still, right? I don’t have to enter Amity. I can stay outside the border. Wait it out to see if I’m inf-”

“No. You’re coming home. End of discussion.” Danny stands up and tosses the map, useless, onto the table and walks towards the wall cradle, ready to hang up.

“Danny, no. I’m not risking anyone’s health because I was being stupid.”

“You had a mask on right? You said you were able to get a hold of one before you left.”

“Yes, of course, I had one on.”

“And how many hours has it been?”

“It’s been five since exposure.” She’s been counting down. She’s been preparing herself.

“CDC says it takes less than twenty minutes for symptoms to show.”

“I could be asymptomatic. There have been reports of people suddenly dying without any symp—”

“YOU’RE NOT DYING!” Danny shouts. His grip on the phone is tight, almost crushing. He can see his eyes glowing in the metal reflection of the fridge.

She doesn’t say anything. She stays silent and listens to him taking deep breaths to calm himself. She isn’t dying. She isn’t going anywhere. This isn’t her time. He knows that. He knows it isn’t her time. He would feel it, right? He would feel her fading.

Would she stay here, on this plain? Would she accept her afterlife in The Zone? Would she leave him?

He’s not ready to face that yet.

“You’re not dying. Okay? I would know. I know I would know.”

“I…” she hesitates.

“You wore your mask. It’s been more than twenty minutes. You’re sure?”

“Yes, yes I’m sure.” She replies calmly.

“Then you’re fine. I’m coming soon. Give me twenty minutes.”

“Danny! Listen to me! I could infect you! I could be dangerous to everyone back home. Just because I wore a mask doesn’t mean I didn’t inhale it somehow.”

“Did you wash your hands?”

“Wh—yes! Right after and I used hand sanitizer.” Of course, she would. She was always prepared for anything. Why would she falter now?

“Great!” Danny shrugs. “Be there in twenty.”

“Danny—!”

“I love you, Jazz. I’ll see you soon.”

“DANNY!”

Danny hangs up the phone and rushes down to the basement of his house. He ignores the insistent ringing coming from the kitchen phone and races to pack supplies in a backpack he stored away in an unused locker his parents never checked.

They’re out in town, helping Vlad set up tents and other necessities for the denizens during the lockdown. They won’t miss him, not for twenty minutes. Maybe less if he speeds quickly to Frostbite.

He’s going to get Jazz. He’s going to bring her home.

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The Southern Charm

A/N: I'm trying new formatting… Idk what works with me JUST yet so if this is the only post with this kind of formatting, you know :D I will say depending on how interested I am I may make a part two… Who knows lmao <;33 also I WAS gonna post this at 12 am but the demons won and I am posting it at like 9 >:D

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x NB!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, SFW

CW: Pet names, flirting, minor cussing, and kissing?! (😦)

Word Count: 1,090 or so

Summary:

While you are traveling to visit family who begged you to come down, you decide to take a pit-stop break at a small Texan town on Route 66. This was your first stop in any considerable amount time but it has a lot of southern charm, and one cowboy you grab your eye is ALL southern and lots, and I mean lots, of charm. I guess you can say you two went on a date too.

You grabbed your bags as you waited for the train to finally pause on its tracks and for the conductor to confirm everyone can leave. It had been a super long train ride, not being helped at all by the dizzy feeling of motion sickness you had mid-train ride. While gathering your things, you sighed. How long was it to go from South Carolina to California? You thought while looking out the window.

Desert. A town surrounded by sand, dead trees, and cacti. What a great first look at Texas. Although, you couldn't really complain. It was time to stretch your legs and sleep on an actual bed... If there is a motel here, you weren’t one-hundred percent sure what was even in this town. I mean, there has to be a place to eat, especially since you were starving. What food could be there? Fries maybe... or even grilled cheese... you are in texas so there has to be barbeque.

You were interrupted by your thoughts by the train conductor speaking. “Everyone is now free to leave! There is a restaurant for your hungry folks, a nearby motel, a gas station, and of course the train station! The next train will be here tomorrow morning heading more south..”

His voice started fading from your ears as you stood up, trying to move through the slightly crowded hallway. You held onto your bag tightly, so as to not lose what you have, as you pushed through groups of people. Before you knew it, you were outside in the Texas sun. It was decent, not too hot and not too windy.

“Now... where is…” you asked yourself while walking out of the train station to locate the restaurant. “Oh, there it is!” you said happily, fixing your bag before starting to walk to the restaurant. You had no idea last time you had a full meal, I mean yeah you brought snacks for the train but that couldn't be counted as a meal. You looked around at the people in this town and you were very out of place. People here wore old western clothes. Boots, cowboy hats, and some had lassos on their belts. It was like you were in an actual western movie.

While looking at everyone, you caught the eye of a certain cowboy. He wore a red poncho with a brown hat and lots of facial hair. He also has a lot of metal on him. ‘He must get hot in all of that... And his hand is also robotic?’ you asked yourself as he started to walk your way. Your eyes raised up to the man's face, a slight nervousness coming up. You weren't nervous because of his good looks, but because he saw you looking at him. He started to walk to you, a southern chuckle emerging from his lips as he finished the cigar he was smoking, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it.

You fixed your posture and put up a nervous grin, hoping he wouldn't yell at you for staring.. Although it would be acceptable, I mean, you would do the same. “Someone seems to like our town,” he said in a teasing tone while you looked up at him nervously. “Sorry I was staring, I’ve never been here before and I just am surprised everyone here wears cowboy hats and stuff” you explained as the Cowboy laughed slightly more.

“You've never been here before? Well may I welcome such an attractive person like yourself to this little town I call home?” he asked, bowing with open arms for a moment before standing up and placing his hand on the holster of his gun. You were taken aback by how flirtatious he was being right now, I mean, calling you attractive in less than a minute of meeting? You gave a nervous laugh while covering your face slightly. “It’s an honor to be here, Mister…?” you asked, lowering your hand as you started to process how hungry you actually were. “Cole, Cole Cassidy at your service,” he replied, tilting the brim of his hat to you. “Sorry for the conversation change but I haven’t eaten an actual meal in fucking forever- is that café any good?” you asked, pointing to the only restaurant in sight.

“The Panorama Diner? Oh yeah, it’s good… As good as a place in the middle of nowhere can be” he laughed, turning his body to the diner. “Hey, do you wanna eat with me? I’ll pay for your meal if you agree, stunning traveler” he half-joked, starting to walk to the diner. Obviously, you agreed, I mean, free food and the ability to go on an unofficial date with a handsome cowboy, it’s a win-win! “It would be an honor to be on a date with someone who has all the southern charm in the world” you replied, quickening your pace to catch up with Cole.

“So, where are you going up to? Arizona? Washington? Or are you here to stay in this little town with little ol’ me?” Cole asked with a raised eyebrow, leaning towards you before leaning back to normal. You laughed, fixing the bag around your body. “Despite the fact I would love to stay here with you, I have to go to California to visit family!” you replied with a laugh, shoving your hands into your pockets. “Damn, looks like you have a whole lotta more ways to go, but I ain’t the one to question why someone goes places” he laughed, his smile growing slightly as you two stepped up the stairs of the Diner.

The Diner didn’t look that bad, and I mean it was busy so it had to be good. “Oh, by the way,” he stopped in front of the door to look at you. “I may be a little bit popular here, so if you see people looking at you they aren’t in awe of how breathtaking you look, they just are wondering why you were chosen to go out with me” he jokingly said, nudging your arm with his elbow before laughing. Cole opened the door and motioned for you to go inside first. You stepped in, the smell of food overwhelming your nose, the coolness of the building that contrasted the outside dryness, and the talk of the people was the best thing ever to your right now.

The two of you walked in and seated yourselves, Cole grabbed a menu as the two of you were heading to a booth next to a window. You sat opposite each other. Cole handed you a menu and you glanced over it, all the food options looked so good. “Hey- what do you always get here?” you asked as Cole looked up from his hand resting on the table. “I get the pie, but if you want a good meal,” he began, leaning over the table and pointing to the ‘Texan Charmer’ which was a burger and fries. “Now that's what I normally get” He laughed looking up at you. You met eyes with him as he leaned back down with a growing smile. “I think I’ll get that, and maybe an apple pie after. If you say it's good it has to be, right?” you jokingly asked him as he laughed. “I mean, if I say something is good in any sense, it’s one hundred percent true,” he half-joked, causing you to give a small chuckle.

Cole raised his hand up to have a waitress, the only waitress, come over and take the orders of both of you. This gave both of you time to talk and get to know each other. “So, why did you ask me out to go eat?” you asked, leaning on the table a bit towards Cole. “Well- Unlike everyone else on that train you were alone and caught my eye,” He said, a bit nervously, clearing his throat. “And I didn’t want anyone else to try anything on ya, since there are few gangs and stuff here” he explained, looking away from you. “Wow that- that’s sweet of you, it’s honestly a surprise,” you laughed, causing Cole to grumble a bit as the food was brought and placed on the tablet with your drinks.

You looked at the food in awe after thanking the waitress. “This smells so good,” you stated, grabbing some fries and putting them in your mouth. “Everything here is a homemade, fun fact!” he replied, grabbing a fry with his robotic arm. “Hey, that’s mine!” you jokingly said while leaning over to get it back. “And who's paying for your food again?” he asked in a teasing tone, raising his hand slightly out of reach. You reached for the fry one more time before leaning back with a fake annoyed look. “Hey, don’t worry buttercup,” he started, eating the stolen fry. “You have plenty more fries to eat on that plate of yours... In the meantime though,” he changed the subject to his food, his apple pie.

The two of you ate in general silence, only talking or commenting on the food once or twice. “Is that pie any good?” you asked cole with a raised eyebrow, already finished your burger and most of your fries. “Best I've ever had actually,” he laughed, taking another bite with his fork. “If you want a bite just ask, I’m... I’m not hungry anymore,” he said, looking away from you as he pushed the pie and his fork toward you. “No way am I eating this myself, especially when I can share it with a handsome cowboy like yourself,” you flirted, sticking your tongue out at him as he chuckled. “Fine then, guess I can’t miss the opportunity to eat with someone as stuntin’ like yourself, darlin’,” he replied, his southern accent coming through in that sentence.

So, as stated, the two of you shared the desert together. You were more flustered than he was, never really sharing food like that with a stranger- or more of a new friend. Crush maybe? You didn’t know what was the right thing to call him as of current. After he had paid for both of your meals, you two decided to head out. You had to get a motel room so he decided to walk with you. It was sundown, so you assumed Cole wanted to be ‘protective’ of you. It was slightly comforting. As you walked Cole lit a cigar.

“So, how long did ya say you were staying here?” he asked you, putting the cigar in his mouth. “Just until the next train comes here,” you replied, taking a step closer to Cole, finding comfort in him the more you two hung out together. “I think the next train will be here tomorrow afternoon,” you added. Cole nodded silently as you spoke, taking the cigar out of his mouth for a moment to have fresh air before putting it back. “Hey- will you at least see me before you leave?” he asked nervously, clearing his throat. “I would- I want to exchange numbers... In case you wanna come to visit” he said, changing his demeanor from nervous to flirtatious. “Or if you wanna spend the night at my place, you're free too.” You laughed, nodding your head as you leaned your whole upper body on him as you two walked to the motel.

“Despite the fact I would love to spend the night with you, maybe another day” you replied, opening the door to the motel check-in. Cole dropped his cigar and stomped it out as you asked for a one-night motel room. It was pretty quick to get you one, which you were glad for. Cole followed you to your hotel room, watching as you unlocked the door and threw your bag in real quickly.

“Well, Darlin’... It was nice spending the day with you. Tomorrow I'll stop by to say goodbye, yeah?” he asked, cupping your cheek with a chuckle. You smiled, grabbing his face with your hands and leaning his face towards you, the smell of cigar almost making you lean back. “I guess i will be waiting then” you smiled, leaning your face forward and giving him a cheek kiss, moving your hands as he stood slightly shocked, and a bit offended you didn’t kiss him on the lips. But I mean, you can’t have him be too eager, now can you?

You walked into the motel, turning to Cole with a grin.

“See you tomorrow, Darlin’!”

#cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy overwatch #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #cole overwatch x reader #cole cassidy oneshot #overwatch oneshot #overwatch 2 #sorry for adding his old name after this I just want more people to see this..#I dont support calling him his old name and I am so sorry so so so sorry #overwatch mccree #mccree x reader #jesse mcree

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atmilliways · 10 months

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Wrong On The Money (15)

part 15 of ?? | 637 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

For the most part, Steve tries not to lie to Robin about why he never has money anymore. . . . But he doesn’t go on many dates anymore because dates cost money, and he lies his ass off about that.

15.

For the most part, Steve tries not to lie to Robin about why he never has money anymore. He’s still paying his parents off for the car: true, because any dips in the payment plan will prove that he’s not ‘responsible enough’ for a car and they might take it away. He’s trying to save up to move out: kind of true, in that he has an emergency savings account that he puts a couple dollars into every week and never, ever withdraws from. He’s trying to watch what he eats: true, just not in the way that casually saying it usually implies.

But he doesn’t go on many dates anymore because dates cost money, and he lies his ass off about that.

“She’s chewing bubble gum,” he mumbles about one of the girls that Robin points out. The girl keeps eyeing him from around a cardboard cutout of Arnold Schwarzenegger; it's not subtle. “I can’t go out with a girl who chews bubble gum. One bubble pops wrong on a windy day and bam, it’s in my hair. That’s nightmare material right there, Robs.”

Or, “Yeah, I heard her laughing with her friends earlier and I’m pretty sure giggles that high-pitched could shatter glass. Thanks, but no thanks.”

Or (and he’s not proud of this), a hissed, “If you think she’s so cute, why don’t you ask her out?” Robin doesn’t talk to him for an hour after that one, until Steve gives her the apple from his lunch. Even though the apple was his lunch.

Suffice it to say, Steve’s dating life is hooked up to a ventilator and the doctors are thiiiiiis close to pulling the plug.

“So,” Robin says the morning after the championship game, leaning against the counter next to him during the dullest part of a dull shift. “How was . . . I want to say Belinda?”

“Brenda,” Steve corrects, and sighs. “I don’t know. First thing she said when we got to the gym felt like a shot at how I never got the team to the playoffs, so. Not feeling great about that.”

“Not feeling great about Brenda,” Robin reflects, nodding.

The nod continues long past her words, like one Dustin's perpetual motion doohickeys. Her eyes flick over to meet his, calm but concerned.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Steve?” she asks gently. “You kinda seem like you’ve been phoning it in for a while now. And I’m not saying that because you’re supposed to perform to a certain standard or whatever, just . . . it seems like you’re kind of giving up on things, a little bit, and I’m worried that maybe there’s a reason. And if there is, I want to help, okay? Not that you have to tell me or anything, but I’m here if you want to.”

Steve takes a deep breath.

What if he told her some of it? About how his TBD situation is a little less TB and a little more D these days. (Ha.)

No specifics. This doesn’t need to be a full on ‘I wanted Tammy Thompson to look at me’ confession. He’s not sure if he wants Eddie to look at him like that—if Eddie is willing to blackmail him, he probably hates his guts, right? But Steve wants to look at Eddie, sometimes. (Last night, when he’d made a final payment, fingertips brushing against Eddie’s warm palm during the hand-off behind the gym.) And has dreams about his hands, and eyeliner smudged around his waterline to make his big brown eyes positively huge, sometimes. Whatever all that means, he still needs time to sort things out in his head.

He opens his mouth to try and say something—

—And Dustin bursts into the store with Max in tow, demanding to know if they’ve seen the news and how many phones they have.

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things fic #steve harrington #robin buckley

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Headcanons for Stranger things Eddie being Friends with a Friendly Ghost Child yn please? They look up at him and likes to make cool things for him? Like imagine in a dnd session where there’s a cold windy night as a scenario,they make the air go chilly and make strong wind noises,they would scare others away if they’re beingrude to Eddie’s ((maybe even saving him?? ))

Aw I love this idea!! Let's say Ghost!Y/N’s around 10-11 years old

Also these hcs got long so half of them (aka the angstier ones that go into major spoiler territory) are under the cut!

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The memories of your death remained fuzzy; not even the wounds on your ghostly form could help you recall what exactly happened the day you perished.

Not only that, but you were stuck in the living world for some reason...

Yet you didn’t despair over this. In fact, you stayed hopeful and optimistic. Even if you couldn’t move on, you wanted to at least find some new purpose in your afterlife.

So you explored Hawkins, which led you to the highschool where you noticed cliques of science nerds, band geeks, preps, and athletes in the lunchroom. It made you wonder where you’d fit in if you were still alive, but you weren’t exactly sure...

Then you hear a student’s boisterous voice taking jabs at the groups, proclaiming that “conformity is killing the kids”..or something like that.

You didn’t fully understand what he meant, but when you saw his long hair, rings, and biker jacket, you instantly admired his aesthetic.

He looked like the coolest guy ever standing up on that table, mimicking devil horns when confronted by a jock.

Then you officially crossed paths with him after noticing he dropped a D&D dice as he’s walking down the hall, listening to heavy metal. You happened to love D&D as well and knew it was important that he had it.

“Hey! I think you dropped something.” Forgetting that he probably couldn’t see you, you picked it up and tried getting his attention.

Eddie stops short when he sees you in front of him, removing his headphones with wide eyes.

You’re worried that you scared him, but then he smiles and thanks you, remarking that you seemed way too young to attend highschool right now.

Meanwhile, you’re perplexed that he can actually see and hear you.

He doesn’t realize you’re a ghost until the jock from the cafeteria sees him and scoffs like “Hey, druggie. You talking to air now?”

“No, Carver.” Eddie sneers back. “Don’t you see the kid standing right there?!”

“...what kid?”

Suddenly, he realizes that Jason does not see you at all and he clams up.

The jock continues taunting him until an invisible force knocks the books out of his hands. He freaks out and runs away, before Eddie sees you reappear.

“Why is that guy so mean to--oops, uh..” You feel awkward as he stares at you in shock, worried that he’ll run too. “Hi.”

“H-Hey....so.....you’re a real ghost?”

“Yeah. But it’s weird how only you can see me..”

“Yeah, that’s weird but...pretty cool, I guess. Although this reminds me of a session I made where the party had to defeat evil ghosts who tried turning them against each other through possession.....you’re not evil, are you?” He eyes you suspiciously.

“What? No! Of course not!” You huff. "We're not all evil."

“Then why are you still here among the living?”

“I dunno. I’m still trying to figure that out. But I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Although cautious at first, Eddie quickly became friends with you and invited you to join the Hellfire Club that day, wondering what cool powers you had.

Even you weren’t sure, but you experimented with them and provided his D&D session with an eerie atmosphere for immersion purposes.

Eddie began with “On this cold, windy night..” and you decreased the temperature of the surrounding air and made windy sound effects, blowing out some of the nearby candles and relighting them when appropriate for his story.

This sent shivers down the club members’ spines as they wonder how he’s able to do that. They suspect he hid fans around the place.

But you and Eddie just grin at each other, finding a way to make this game even better.

Outside of club, you hang out with him at his trailer, listening to him practice a Metallica song on his guitar and brainstorming new ideas for D&D sessions.

You quickly see how harshly he’s treated by other students, including that “Carver” guy who reminded you of bullies from your school, so you’ll harmlessly prank them and send them running scared. You both get a kick out of it.

Unfortunately, these fun times don’t last forever as things start to go wrong in Hawkins.

After Eddie witnesses Chrissy’s death, he panics and avoids you.

But you have no idea what happened or why he’s so terrified of you all of the sudden. You're certain you haven't insulted him in any way..but it took you forever to find him and confront him about this.

“Eddie, what’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“Just don't follow me anymore. Go haunt somebody else!!”

“What? I-I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?? What happened-?”

“CHRISSY IS GONE, [Y/N]!!!” He finally screams. “THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED!!”

You flinched as he yelled at you, but you’re horrified at the revelation. “That..nice cheerleader? She’s dead..?”

Part of him feels bad for startling you, but he gets choked up as he accuses you of possessing and killing her, believing you lied to him about never hurting anyone.

With tears in your eyes you try defending yourself. “Eddie, I..I wasn’t anywhere near your trailer that night. I would never do that to anyone!”

“B-But if not you, then who else?!"

“I don’t know! But I swear I didn't do that to her. Please..you have to believe me. Why would I ever break my promise? Why would I want to hurt anyone you cared about?”

Even after Eddie stops running from you, he’s still emotionally distant, which worsens after he’s accused of more murders and thinks making contact with you somehow “cursed” him.

This wasn’t the cool rebellious dungeon master you once looked up to anymore. He became so..withdrawn. Yet you didn’t wanna abandon the only person who could see you. So you never left his side.

Once Dustin and the others find him and explain the Upside Down--he realizes he was wrong about you and apologizes.

Of course you forgive him, knowing he’s just scared and confused.

Though all this talk about the UD leaves you wondering if it had something to do with your inability to move on. Maybe you’ll find answers there and help stop the real monster who was ruining Eddie’s life.

So you venture into the dimension with the group, and its supernatural forces somehow allow everyone to see you. And this leads to a very awkward explanation from Eddie on how you both met. Your injuries carried over, but you reassured them they didn't hurt.

When a demobat spots you, it swoops down to attack--only for it to fly right through you and crash into a wall.

That’s when you realize the monsters can’t harm you, and you use this to your advantage in distracting the swarms of demobats sent by Vecna, especially when they come for Eddie and Dustin.

You choose to stay behind in the UD to keep them away from the portal for as long as possible, snatching the sheet so Eddie can’t chase after you.

Eventually Vecna is seemingly defeated, and Eddie and Dustin return to the dimension, but neither of them can find you anywhere.

Days later, there’s still no sign of you in the real Hawkins, and this leaves Eddie a total wreck as he wonders what happened to you.

Were you corrupted by the UD? Did a monster find a way to harm you? Or did you simply pass on without saying goodbye?

He still had to hide from a town who hated him, and despite having friends who believed him..he's never felt so alone.

You were just a kid. A brave kid who made the ultimate sacrifice for him, a cowardly adult who accused you of murders you weren’t even capable of committing.

It crushed him. He was proud of himself for that concert, for not running from the swarm but facing it.

But he couldn't help you.

He feels like he failed as a shepherd, losing one of his sheep forever.

And he laments over this while taking a smoke break in the woods, the same place where he once connected with Chrissy.

But he becomes frustrated when the lighter’s flame keeps going out, which was a habit of yours to deter him from smoking.

Then...he hears a familiar voice.

“You know that's bad for you."

Eddie turns and gawks as he sees you sitting beside him, in a fully corporeal human body. Your wounds were patched up and your eyes no longer looked lifeless--as if you’ve been reborn.

Apparently the time you’ve spent in the UD allowed you to travel between dimensions, and you found a way to keep the corporeal form you gained there in the real world (although it’s temporary).

You just smiled at your friend once you finished explaining why you were gone for so long. “So I basically leveled-up and gained mastery over-”

Immediately Eddie breaks and hugs you, sobbing with relief and thanking you for all you’ve done for him, apologizing again for how he treated you before.

And again, you forgive him and hug him back, promising you won’t leave.

You ended up finding your new purpose after all:

Eddie was in desperate need of a guardian angel..and you were the perfect candidate.

#clanask #anonymous #stranger things x reader #st4 x reader #eddie munson #child reader #platonic #stranger things spoilers #st4 spoilers #headcanons #ghost reader

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howdaretrashships · 4 months

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For the WIP Guessing Game:

I’m requesting the word “holds.”

Y'know surprisingly there are no "holds". But there are 3 instances of "hold" and 1 of "held". so I'll give it to you anyway. From my Ep 27 AU:

Then Li Xiangyi’s tight control falters.

Di Feisheng turns around just in time to see him fall to his knees, his soft sword barely supporting him as he spits up a mouthful of blood.

“Xiangyi!” he calls as he drops beside him. He catches him as he collapses and passes out, falling against Di Feisheng’s shoulder as the soft sword slips from loose fingers.

A moment later Fang Duobing appears to finally unfreeze, and falls to his own knees in front of them. The boy’s hands hover over the man he claimed as his shifu, and retreat without ever touching. It’s only when he looks up into Di Feisheng’s eyes that he finally snaps out of his own head.

The younger swordsman jumps up and scrambles to point his sword at Di Feisheng. “What are you doing?” he demands.

“Put that down,” he growls back, flicking the point out of his face. “I’ve warned you before. Even he can’t blame me if you keep pushing your luck.”

Fang Duobing is stunned, but quickly rallies. He raises his sword once again. “It was the Jinyuan Alliance that attacked us; your people that attacked us. What nefarious things are you plotting now? Was all of this just a lie to get Li Lianhua to trust you?”

Di Feisheng smacks the blade away with more force this time, and follows up with a blast of inner power that knocks the brat back several steps. “This is your final warning,” he says with a pointed finger.

The boy glares back at him, but thankfully stays quiet. “Why don’t you go make sure all these traitorous idiots are actually dead,” he continues with a pointedly raised eyebrow. “And that there’s no one waiting to ambush us.”

Fang Duobing huffs, giving him one last distrustful look, but does as the older swordman suggests.

As he walks off, Di Feisheng mutters to his unconscious rival, “Of all the bull-headed brats in the world, you had to pick that one as your disciple…”

He picks up Li Xiangyi’s wrist to check his pulse, and finds it a mess. How he held on so long is impressive, though no short of a miracle. It’s very possible they could have found him dead this morning if Jin Youdao hadn’t retained enough of his cognizance and helped him.

Li Xiangyi is in the worst state he’s ever seen him in. He needs an energy transfer at minimum, but he would prefer not to do it out in the open when they’ve already been attacked. Ideally, they should get back to Lotus Tower. It’s easier to defend, and would be more comfortable than the forest floor.

But with how far away it is, he would rather Li Xiangyi be stable and awake first.

Di Feisheng slings his dao onto his back once more, then carefully lifts Li Xiangyi with a hand under his knees and the other supporting his back. Across the field, Fang Duobing notices his movement, and jogs back over.

“Where are you taking him?” He’s apparently cooled down a little, though his sword is still unsheathed in his hand.

“I’m moving him to cover. Get the sword,” he adds, nodding to the soft sword that had fallen. “Once he’s awake, we can head back to that ridiculous thing he calls a house.”

Fang Duobing gives the sword a complicated look, but finally puts away his own sword and bends down to pick it up. He follows the older swordsman in tense silence all the way to the tree line, then leans it against a familiar looking tree.

Di Feisheng props Li Xiangyi against the same tree and kneels beside him to transfer qi. Given that the last times he did this he found that Windy Poplar was too forceful, and the man is unconscious and unable to circulate the borrowed power through his own meridians, he knows he’ll have to be more careful. He closes his eyes to concentrate.

#mysterious lotus casebook #feihua #di feisheng #li lianhua #my fic #ep 27 AU #DFS wakes up during JLQs attack at Shishou village

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nonbinaryriverclan · 1 month

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has this been done?

#marcille donato #laios touden #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #windy says things :d

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riceybaby · 2 years

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should we just keep driving? 🤍 - mason mount (fluff & smut)

synopsis: you and mason take a roadtrip down to his hometown

warnings: breast play, oral (f+m), fingering, choking, unprotected sex, praise kink (f), cum play, softdom!mason and harddom! mason, masturbation (f+m)

“Is it too windy? I can close the roof back up for you if you want.”

Usually when Mason has an away game far from home, you watch the game on your tv and then get woken up at 4am to the sound of him revving his car on the driveway and trying, but failing, to sneak quietly into bed next to you. This time however, you had decided to go watch the game in person with him. He had a week off after this match, and you had managed to get yourself a couple days off work, so you both agreed that Mason would travel up with the squad, you would travel up in your car and then you’d take a roadtrip down to Portsmouth together to spend some time with his family. Whenever you had been before, Mason had taken you around the landmarks and most famous places, but this time he had promised you he’d show you the places that meant the most to him, where he grew up and found his feet, and you couldn’t be more excited.

“No no it’s fine, I like it like this” you replied, squeezing his hand that was on top of yours, whilst his other was on the wheel. Even when doing mundane tasks such as driving he found a way to be close and touching you, his favourite way of showing his love for you. Your plans were to drive half the way, stop off at a hotel on the outskirts of Portsmouth tonight, and then he would take you round tomorrow before you meet up with his family. You were simply just enjoying this moment, the summer wind blowing your hair, your boyfriend’s thumb rubbing against your hand and listening to your joint playlist, when one of your and his favourite songs comes blaring through the speaker. The two of you make eye contact and laugh, him not letting go of your hand as he moves to turn the music up, and starts drumming on the wheel. It was a well rehearsed routine, the two of you taking turns singing your lines to each other, before the chorus when you both screamed the lyrics out into the motorway wind for no one to hear but each other. The smile on Mason’s face was wide, it was rare the two of you got to spend as much time together as he would like so the thought of being stuck in a car with you for the next day sounded like the perfect idea to him. He planned on spending all day making you laugh today, fucking your brains out tonight, and then taking you round his secret hideouts tomorrow.

“Let’s play I Spy, oi don’t look at me like that” he says when you roll your eyes and laugh at his childish antics. It was one of the things you loved most about him, how he never let fame get to his head, never felt like he was too serious or important for anyone, and in fact was often the most immature person in the room.

“Alright go on then, I’ll start. I spy with my little eye, something beginning with D.”

He looks around, genuinely confused because nothing that he can see begins with the letter ‘d’. He racks his brain trying to think what’s in the backseat, yet still nothing he can think of would fit.

“Oh, drink?”

“Nope.” He’s a sore loser and the most competitive person you know, so you can see how desperate he is to get it, refusing to lose something as simple to you as I Spy.

“Fine, I haven’t got a clue.”

You lean over him to readjust his mirror that was previously flipped shut, making sure he could see himself in it. “Dickhead”

He looks at you with eyes full of annoyance but the biggest grin on his face, refusing to admit he had just lost to you winding him up. “No that doesn’t count, you don’t get that point. I get that point.” It was amusing to you how even now he was still refusing to admit the loss.

“Alright Masey, if it makes you feel any better you can have the point. Your turn anyway.”

“Ok, I spy with my little eye something beginning with…P”

“People?”

“Nope”

“Pringles?”

“Try again”

“Passenger seat”

“Still no.” His eyebrows were raised with a big, goofy smile on his face and it kind of melted your heart at what a big kid he really is.

“Tell me then Mase.” He turns to look at you, abandoning the road and the cars in front of him, a bad habit you frequently tell him off for, as he would much rather be looking at you instead.

“It was prettiest girl in the world” he says, no tone to his voice to indicate sarcasm. You can’t help but spit out your drink laughing, knowing your boyfriend’s flirting skills were something rather pathetic, but he tries anyway.

“You’re so gross I can’t believe you actually just said that” you chuckle, wiping up the water that was still around your mouth.

“It’s not gross it’s meant to be romantic Y/N.” His ego bruised a little at the way you were still chuckling to yourself, but he also knew it was his favourite sound in the world and he would embarrass himself a million times over just to hear it once.

“No I know, it’s cute really” you lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek, giving him another when he doesn’t acknowledge the gesture. “Oi” you say, prodding his cheek with your finger. The car slows down as you hit a red light, and he more than returns the favour as he grips your face in one of his hands, the other resting at the back of your head. He messily slams your lips together, aware that he’s only got around 20 seconds until the light goes green again. You’re both aware that with the roof down anyone and everyone could see you, but with how good the other tastes neither of you care. His tongue’s sucking yours, him wanting to feel every bit of you that he can until you hit the next red. Your bubble is broken by the honking of other cars, and when you turn to look why you see the light has gone green. Mason however couldn’t care less, still trying to find your lips again.

“Green Mase” you mumble against him, pressing butterfly kisses to his chin.

“Hmm?”

“Green, the lights gone green.” He lets out a frustrated groan as he turns back around and continues driving, not before muttering a ‘love you’ into your neck.

The rest of your journey is filled with more singing, Mason stopping on the brakes whenever you try to take a sip of your drink, and you passionately throwing yourselves onto each other at every red light you get to, counting down the minutes until you get to your hotel room. You’re sat scrolling through tiktok, showing him any funny ones that you know he’ll laugh at when the sound of your stomach rumbling rips through the car.

“There’s a services station just a mile down, wanna stop and we can get some food?” He asks, turning on his headlights as the once blue sky grows dark.

“Yeah that sounds good, could kill for a burger right now.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get there, you two parking up before walking in. He tells you to go to the toilet and he’ll order both your food for you, and you walk back out to find him waiting for your order next to the sunglasses stand, wearing a pair of ridiculous bright neon green ones.

“What do you think?”

The poor boy genuinely has got no fashion taste, and has no idea how ridiculous he looks right now.

“I mean, they’re better than your godawful white ones?” He sticks his tongue out at you for this, remembering the mini argument you had before he left for Wimbledon about what glasses he should wear, you defiant that the white ones were the worst you’d ever seen.

Picking up a pair of tropical blue ones with giant pineapples on the side, he walks up to you and tucks your hair behind your ear before putting them on you. “Well aren’t you just the prettiest pineapple I ever did see.”

“Shut up” you laugh, turning around and noticing the photo booth. “Wanna get in?”

The pair of you pull across the curtain and go in, Mason sitting you down on his lap. You choose the setting of four long strip pictures, before deciding on your poses.

For the first one the two of simply smile at the camera in your glasses, you noticing how his smile can still be seen even in the reflection of the screen.

CLICK

For the second one you both pout and fold your arms, with you resting your head in the crook of his neck.

CLICK

Next you cup your hands on each other’s faces, attempting to kiss but you’re both smiling so hard it ends up being more like a clash of teeth than a clash of lips.

CLICK

For the last one you both stick out your tongues like you planned, but Mason turns your head so you’re facing each other, causing you to essentially lick each other’s tongues.

CLICK

“Told you you were gross”

“Hmm you love it” he replies, leaning in for another but being interrupted by the sound of your order number being called. You stumble out of the booth together, him picking up the pictures and making your way to the till. Both of you had completely forgotten about the glasses until the worker makes a joke about them, causing you to blush in embarrassment. Mason however couldn’t care less and instead walks over to the vendor selling them, asking how much they are. After paying he walks back over to you, taking yours back off your face and putting them in your bag. “They can be our roadtrip souvenir.”

You make your way back to the car, quickly opening the burger and taking a bite. The thought of food had been on your mind for hours and you can’t help but let out a moan when you eat it, failing to notice the way Mason’s trousers became a little bit tighter. Him staring at the food doesn’t go unnoticed by you though, so you open the fries and feed him one, to which he kisses your fingertip as a thank you.

“I really shouldn’t be eating these you know”

“Mase one fry isn’t going to get rid of your abs. Or two” you say, putting another one in his mouth. “Or three.” He hums at the taste and licks the salt off your fingers, and immediately after lets out a yawn.

“You ok? Want me to drive for a bit?” You run your fingers through his hair, causing him to lean into your touch.

“No it’s alright darling, we’re not even 5 minutes away now.”

And before you knew it he was right, the hotel now in sight. The grip he has on your thigh tightens as he makes a sharp turn, leading you to think about every little thing he’s going to be doing with his hands for the rest of the evening. It only gets worse when he starts to reverse into the parking spot, for some reason the sight of him leaning his arm on your chair as he looks back turning you on more than it should. You both get out the car and he opens the boot, picking up all of your bags.

“You look sexy when you drive you know” you murmur into his neck, licking a stripe where you left your words.

“Don’t think I won’t fuck you on the hood of this car for everyone to see Y/N, because I will.”

“…I wouldn’t say no to that” you give him an innocent smile, letting your hand drift down to his stomach, toying with the waistband of his Calvin’s.

“Go up now and wait for me on the bed, I’ll bring these up.”

You practically run up to your room, unlocking the door, and taking it in. The two of you hadn’t booked a fancy one, but it was still very nice, with a balcony overlooking the town, and in the background you could see the sea. Knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind, you followed Mason’s orders and took off your clothes, leaving you in your lingerie and sat down on the bed. The second you got comfy you heard the door opening, and your boyfriend walk into the room, chucking your bags down on the floor. As he looked up and saw you, he cursed under his breath, taking in the sight. You were wearing his favourite set, a very sheer but very detailed black bra, with straps falling down to your panties which left very little to the imagination.

“You’ve been wearing that all day?”

“Mmhm, was wearing it all through out the match under your jersey, and all through out the car ride.” He lets out a groan, throwing his top and trousers off, before climbing on top of you. From this angle he had your boobs practically in his face, and your pussy right inbetween his knee, and it took everything in him not to bring you to orgasm by grinding it into you right there.

“Well then baby, we’ve got the whole night and the whole room to ourselves, what do you wanna do?” His eyes were darker than usual, his bottom lip cracking as he bit it, yet he still wanted to know you were enjoying whatever was going to happen.

There was a tentative tone to your voice as you replied, knowing he would be down for anything but still slightly embarrassed. “Why don’t we try something we’ve never done before?”

“Like what”

“I don’t know.” He knew you too well, he could tell there was something in the back of your mind that you wanted to try, he just had to get it out of you. His lips came to your neck, and his hands dug in at your waist, slowly rubbing the skin there.

“Yes you do, tell me”

“I, I wanna watch porn together.” A smirk flashes across his face. To everyone else, you were the sweet, innocent good girl, and yet none of them knew you were lying underneath him in a hotel room begging him to watch porn within you.

“Yeah, we can do that.” You sit up and open your laptop, ready to find a site.

“So Mase, what do you watch when I’m not there”

He opens his phone and goes on the private tab, scrolling through the sites on there. He seems disinterested as he looks, all that was coming up was stuff he watched when bored and you weren’t available to answer, nothing that he watched for fun. Until he stops.

“This. I like watching girls get themselves off.” This wasn’t exactly a surprise to you, thinking about the countless times he’s asked you to masturbate for him, whether that be on FaceTime when he’s away, when lying down next to him, or in front of the mirror while he’s sat behind you holding your legs open.

“Ok, we can watch that.”

You type the words in, scrolling through the videos to find one you like, getting distracted by Mason leaning over you, sucking on your neck and holding onto your hips. Unbeknownst to you, your neck is littered in a trail of hickeys he’s left, in a slightly misshapen heart, one you’ll find difficult to cover tomorrow morning. As you decide on one, you gently lift up his jaw to redirect him to the screen, and you sit there drawing shapes on his shoulder.

You can’t see the girl in the video’s face, the frame stopping just as it gets to her neck, but the rest of her is in view. As she moves, Mason copies her movements onto you. When she pushes her boobs together he grabs yours, paying extra attention by flicking your nipples with his thumb. She takes off her bra and he takes off yours, bending down to suck on your boobs. Her moans and his touch cause you to get wet much quicker than you usually would, knowing Mason’s going to be rock solid when he finally peels your panties off you. He moves between the two of them, making sure they both get enough attention, enjoying himself a bit too much to notice that the girl has moved on while he’s still there. You push his head down until he gets to your panties, and he looks back at the video to see the girl rubbing herself over them. He takes two of his fingers, finds your clit and lightly puts pressure over it, copying her moves exactly. She spanks her clit over her underwear so he does that to you, the moan that you let out sounding like music to his ears.

She kicks off her underwear, and spreads out her legs showing her pussy off to the camera. He kneels down on the bed and rips yours off with his teeth, groaning when he sees your wetness leaking out of you already. “Shit baby, you’re that wet already?”

“Mason touch me, please”

“Nah-uh, not until she does.” The girl was still showing herself, gathering herself on her fingers and spreading her lips out, and Mason uses the time to tease you, running his hands up and down your thighs, caressing the inside but skipping over the parts you want him to touch the most. She turns on her vibrator, placing it on her clit and lets out a soft scream at the sensation, causing you to rub your legs together and him to start delicately palming himself over his boxers.

“We should of brought yours” he says into your ear, licking down from it to your jaw.

“I think you’ll do just fine.” You can’t help but moan at his movements, the simplest touch driving you crazy. He instead uses his fingers, rubbing your clit in soft circles, finding the rhythm you’ve taught him to use. “Good girl baby, fuck you look so pretty spread out for me.”

“All for you” you whine back, not able to focus on anything but the feeling of him working you. The girl increases the intensity of her vibrations, so Mason increases the pressure, watching you buck your hips up to try and get more and roll your eyes back in pleasure.

“Mase you’re so fucking good, just like that.”

“You look absolutely gorgeous, look at the way you’re begging for more.” As he says that, the girl starts fingering herself, wasting no time in going straight in with three fingers due to how wet she was. “Do you want that baby? Do you want my fingers in you?”

“Please Mason please, I need you.”

He starts gentle, pushing one finger in, groaning at the squelch it makes, then a second, and then a third, until he’s got three of them slamming inside of you, curled perfectly to meet your g-spot. His tongue replaces his fingers on your clit, sucking and flicking you so well it takes everything in you not to scream.

“There’s no one around baby, let me hear how it feels, I need to know”

A stream of broken screams come out, unable to get the noises you want out because every cell of your body was telling you to just focus on the way his body felt against you. You had almost forgotten about the video, until you heard a splash hitting her hardwood floors, both you and Mason looking up to see her squirting and whining. The hand that was previously on Mason now goes under his boxers, pumping himself up and down quickly. The sounds you were making were getting him close, and now that was nearly taking him over the edge.

“Masey, I’m gonna cum”

“Cum nice and loud for me then.”

The vibrations of him talking against your clit finished you off, his fingers digging perfectly into the spot that sent you spiralling. It felt like everything went white as you let go, your juices trickling out of you and onto the sheets and him. Your scream of his name must have been audible for miles out, you letting out everything you had just for him. As you felt your breathing go back to normal, you brought his face up to yours, giving him a kiss and wiping away the bit of you that was running off the end of his nose.

Your attention was brought back to the video, where the girl was now on her hands and knees, fucking herself doggy style with a dildo. Mason came up behind you, teasing his cock that he had finally let out in your folds, getting the tip soaked. She took her dildo out, spanking her clit with it a couple times before fucking herself again, and you knew what was coming. The head of his cock hit your already sensitive clit, causing you to groan and whimper at the same time. He repeated the movements until he couldn’t stand it anymore, desperate to be inside of you, but loving the way your legs shook with every spank you took. Without warning he plunged inside you, thrusting as hard as he could. The position meant you both got to watch the video while taking one another, getting closer to the noises her mouth and pussy were making as she rammed the toy inside her.

“Shit baby, can you feel that as deep as I can?” he asked after readjusting slightly, his dick now the furthest inside you it had ever been, you not knowing it could reach this far. You couldn’t answer him, as hard as you tried to no words would come out, but the death grip you had on him told him the answer was yes. Instead all you did was wail. His cock was hitting every spot you needed it to, and all you could do was let out noises you knew he was going to tease you for.

“Is that all you can do?” he asked, lowly growling the words into your ear after bending forward, “are you that much of a slut for me that when you’ve got my cock you can’t do anything else? Just sit there, take it and whine about it? Always been my fucking whore haven’t you.”

“Yes Mase, yes.” He spanked your arse at that response, telling you that you should know better than that.

“What was that?”

“Yes daddy”

“Good girl baby.”

The girl on the video reached her high, letting out a sound Mason had only heard you make a couple times before, after hours of edging and teasing you, before she slid the dildo out and ended the video. Now with it just being you two, he’s desperate to finish and starts pounding away at your pussy, fucking it so hard you think it might break. One hand reaches down to your clit, the other to your neck, applying light pressure to the sides, pulling out every trick he can to get you to cum faster.

“Y/N baby I’m gonna cum”

“Cum inside me, please”

“You sure?” You don’t reply but just clench down, milking it out of him. The two of you reach your high at the same time, his hot cum coating your walls while you feel every bone in your body going fuzzy, causing you to shake and scream.

“Shhh baby I’ve got you, fuck that feels good doesn’t it, it’s ok let it out for me.”

You collapse on top of him, feeling him leaking out of you and his kiss on your forehead. “You did so well for me gorgeous, I wasn’t too rough at the end there was I?”

You reassured him that you enjoyed it, before turning round so your back was flat against his chest, finding his fingers and interlocking them with yours. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how much he loves you, how he’s proud of you and how excited he is for tomorrow, placing kisses to your neck, back and face inbetween praises. You slowly drift off to sleep, him watching how peaceful you look before doing the same himself.

The next morning you wake up to the sun filtering through the room, a slight pain on your hips from the bruises Mason left the night before but you would happily take them all over again. Your mind wanders to a fantasy he told you about recently, how he wants to be woken up by a blowjob, and you thought to yourself what better time than now.

Untangling your arms from him, you crawl down and gently turn him over so that he’s on his back, to be met with his cock flat against his stomach. You lick a strip up him, getting him wet before moving down to his balls. You take one in your mouth and one in your hand, playing with them as if you had all the time in the world, which you did, before switching. You could feel Mase stir slightly below you, knowing he would be up soon. Your tongue licks round the head, tasting his precum before bobbing him up and down your throat. You hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, working up to taking all of him.

“Well good morning to you too” you hear a raspy voice say, decorated in sleep. Looking up you’re met with his brown eyes, watching every movement of your mouth, transfixed on the way he can see the bulge of him in your throat. He had been having a dirty dream about you anyway, so it didn’t take him long to get there. His hands came up to your face and he took control slightly, fucking himself up to meet the thrusts of your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m cumming” To that you moaned, wanting to finally taste him. He came in spurts, shooting down your throat, but the load was so heavy you couldn’t keep it all in. He leans forward, licking his cum that had escaped, up from the base of your neck to your lips.

“Morning baby” you smile, pecking his lips. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

You weren’t planning on going for another round in the shower, but when he took the soap and started massaging your boobs with it, you knew exactly where you were heading. Still in the spirit of trying something new, Mason takes down the shower head and angles the water pressure first against your boobs, getting your nipples hard, and then your clit. Your fingers grip into his back, trying to keep yourself up as he relentlessly circled the water against your clit. He moves so that you’re stood directly in front of him, your back to his chest, and he lifts your leg to the side giving him the access he needs to make you cum all over again. His hand takes yours, passing you the shower head. “Finish yourself off for me.”

He can tell you’re a little unsure of how to work it, usually just sticking to your fingers or your vibrator or your pillow, so he puts his hand back over yours and moves it with you, then taking it off once you start moaning again.

“That feel good?”

“Fuck it feels good.”

You cum for the third time that trip, throwing your head back onto his shoulder, causing him to lean down and kiss you as he plays with your nipples. You lift the shower head up, going to put it back on the stand before he grabs it again, pressing it back against your clit. “Give yourself another while I fuck you, one last one.”

The sound of the water running drowns out both your moans as he slides himself inside of you, everything soaked. His cock pounds into you, him leaning back slightly for leverage. You can hear him trying to control his breath, grunting through his teeth but your pussy is so good around him he’s finding it hard. He drills into you harder and harder, his hands on your waist now to fuck you down onto him. Your clit’s so overstimulated and sensitive, but you can’t take the pressure off, desperate to feel how good the high will eventually be.

“Mason” you moan, vision going blurry.

“Yeah baby?”

“Mase” you moan even louder, not sure why you’re saying his name, you just need him to know how good he’s making you feel. You press the shower head flat against you, humping yourself over it as you cum, insatiable in your movements.

He pulls out and cums with a load groan of your name all over the small of your back, watching it run down your arse and into your folds. His face falls into the crook of your shoulder, moving his hands to wrap your waist.

“You’re insane” he smiles into you, pressing light kisses and rubbing a hand over the top of your head. “I love you so much”

“I love you two” you whisper back, rubbing your hands over his arm and melting into his gentle sways. But then you get an idea.

“Wanna taste?“ you cheekily ask, running two fingers through your folds. He gives you a very quick yes, so you turn around and lift your fingers up to his mouth. His hands hold your wrist, guiding your fingers onto his tongue where he licks them clean. “ ‘s like fucking heaven, wait here, I’ll get you a towel”

The rest of the morning is spent with the two of you giving each other soft aftercare, him dressing you gently, careful to kiss any bruise or hickey he comes across, trying to remember how you got each one, and you ordering some breakfast for the two of you, sitting on his lap as you eat the croissants watching an episode of Friends.

You pack up your car and set off again, the mood of the drive much quieter this time. You’re simply just enjoying the comfortable silence you have together, him still not taking his hand off of yours. Every now and then one of you starts a conversation, him pointing out someone he used to know, and you mentioning how pretty the town is, but for the most part you both sit there basking in the afterglow.

He stops the car outside a big park, surprisingly empty for the time of day and the weather. Once he’s out the car himself, he comes round to your door, taking your hand and leading you up to the gate.

“So this is where I pretty much spent most of my childhood.” he says, smiling at the memories he has. “That gate over there is where my mum screamed at me after I snuck out in the middle of the night to play football, I learned to ride my bike on that bit over there” he points to a patch of path the other side, where a young girl was currently whizzing around on her bike, still with stabilisers on.

“In fact” he says, climbing up the hill towards a tree, “this is where I had my first kiss, right against this tree.”

“Oh so I see, this is just where you take all the girls you’re shagging then huh?”

“Only the really pretty ones.” He grabs your hand and pushes you against it, a sweet, innocent kiss just like he had here all those years ago, but this time it was with the girl he planned on marrying. You laugh into the kiss, stopping only to look at his brown eyes and the crinkles around them, which got bigger every time he looked at you. “Come on, swings are free.”

He sits on the swing set, you coming to sit on the one next to him where you both gently lift yourselves up. He looks back over at the little girl on her bike, now having took the stabilisers off and being wheeled around by her parents. “I was thinking maybe we could teach our kids to ride their bikes here.” The second the words leave his mouth he feels shy, you’d talked about having kids but never concrete plans about where you would raise them, and now he felt like he’d overstepped the mark. “You know, if that’s something that’s, you know”

“I’d love that Mase” you interrupt, watching the smile on his face grow. His phone went off, him looking down to see he had missed texts from his brother and sister, asking why the two of you were so late.

“Oops, looks like we should go.” You walk back to the car, but grab his hand right before he can open the door.

“Mase.”

He looks confused, normally you’re one to hate being late so he can’t understand why you’d delay yourselves even further.

“Thank you, for everything, this weekend. I love you”

“I love you too Y/N.” He presses one last sweet kiss against your lips, before you both get in the car and drive off to see his family, smiling to himself about how he couldn’t possibly love you more.

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yourmomazfav · 11 months

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Hey! I loved your NSFW for Randy and was wondering if you could do one for Mickey??

Yes of course! :)

Mickey Altieri NSFW Alphabet 18+

Mickey Altieri x gn reader

A=Aftercare- I feel like he is very much the type to make sure you are okay before cleaning you up and then cuddling with you.

B=Body Part- He loves his arms and how strong they are and he really loves your thighs. Definitely a thigh man.

C=Cum- Loves cumming both on and in you, doesn't matter where.

D=Dirty Secret- Has killed someone for calling you hot, got rid of the body and then proceeded to fuck you where he killed the person.

E=Experience- He has been with a few people before you so he knows what he is doing.

F=Favourite Position- It switches between doggy and cowgirl. He will settle for missionary if he is a bit tired though.

G=Goofy- It really depends on both of your moods, sometimes it's serious and other times you both talk during it, making jokes and talking about random things.

H=Hair- He has a little bit of hair down there but it is well kept and barely noticeable

I=Intimacy- He is very touchy in general when you aren't having sex so when you are it like a million times more touching.

J=Jack Off- Why would he jack off when he has you?, he only would if you weren't able to be with him.

K=Kink- Definitely into rough sex and choking. Would be down to get tied up.

L=Location- He is one horny motherfucker he doesn't really care where you do it, but he wouldn't do it in front of people.

M=Motivation- when your shirt rides up when you're stretching or if its windy and it happens.

N=No- He wouldn't like threesomes because he hates the idea of sharing you with anyone else.

O=Oral- Prefers receiving, he will obviously give in return and boy is he good at it.

P=Pace- A fast and rough type, unless either of you are tired in which case he will still be fast but not rough.

Q=Quickie- He just loves any kind of sex so quickies are just a bonus.

R=Risk- Like I mentioned earlier, he is a horny guy. Anywhere will do as long as no one is watching, doesn't matter so much if someone hears though.

S=Stamina- Boy can go ROUNDS and when I say it I mean it.

T=Toys- I don't really see him using toys.

U=Unfair- Loves teasing you until you beg an even when you are begging he is still teasing you.

V=Volume- He mainly groans but will quietly moan when he is about to cum.

W=Wild Card- He steals your underwear, I don't care what anyone says he is a thief when it comes to underwear, not enough for you to notice but enough that he doesn't want you going in his underwear drawer.

X=X-ray- He is packing a strong seven inches.

Y=Yearning- Can't go longer than two days without sex or some kind of steamy make out sessions.

Z=Zzz- Can stay up for about half an hour before getting tired, and more often that time is spent having sex.

#Scream #scream 2 #ghostface #Mickey Altieri #Mickey Altieri x reader

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ooo-protean-ooo · 1 year

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Their Glistening Whore: Part two of ?

Minors DNI!! 🤬🔥🔞🔞🔞🔥🤬

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Warnings

Smut!!

Group sex

Cockwarming

Exhibition

Voyeurism

It’s a trap! (Reader is set up to get in trouble if there’s a better way to tag this please let me know)

D&S

Daddy kink

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Your eyes were positively transfixed as the glass bottle spun.

It was like some vintage thing, blue glass you’d see in a renaissance painting or something.

It was soothing, and reminded you of warm windy days when you and your mom would paint out in the midd-

You blinked, jerking your head up at the eruption of excitement when it landed on Nancy.

Some how it had managed to skip her the entire game so far, so much so she almost opted to shuffle off towards the rest of the party.

Her face grew stone like, refusing to pick ‘truth’.

And yet there was more than just the other option.

“Truth, dare, or Kiss, Wheeler?” Eddie said smugly.

It was supposed to be ‘spin the bottle’, but half of us wanted to play truth or dare.

So then it became this morphed and melded game of endless possibilities.

She sighed out a huff, her shoulders shrugging with the action as a tight smile spread across her features. If he wanted to play hardball, she was game.

“Dare, Munson,” she opted.

He snickered, crossing his arms.

“S’ok, you're not my type anyway sweetheart, but you're still puckering up…I dare you to kiss Robin,” he proposed with a shit eating grin.

“What!?” The scoops sailor squeaked, flushing a deep red, causing Steve to laugh.

Nancy’s head whipped in her direction, eyes going wide as everyone lost their minds.

She looked back at him, blushing, glaring, but gave the tiniest smirk in an unspoken token of gratitude.

Eddie’s grin only widened as he bowed dramatically.

Steve pushed on Nancy’s shoulder and began a chanting that everyone soon joined.

“KISS’ER, KISS’ER, KISS’ER…”

Robin stared with eyes like saucers as the unsuspecting gunslinger stood, walked over to her and just stared down at the frozen girl amidst the chanting for a moment until ultimately dropping into her lap in a straddle.

Everyone shut up aside from some taunting noises of endearment as “Be My Lover” by Alice Cooper thrummed around them.

Nancy gathered all the courage she had and cradled Robins face in her hands, planting a less than chast kiss on her lips.

It took a second, but the reciprocity by Robin was animalistic.

Everyone clapped and erupted into hoots and hollers as the two decidedly didn’t move off of one another after the kiss was finished.

“Not brave enough my ass, Rob’s” Steve piped up about her earlier comment, earning a bird and a very stern look as Nancy just laughed, guiding Robin back for another kiss.

You giggle at the exchange as Nancy breaks away and takes a spin, looking towards the blond haired, blue eyed dream boat it lands on.

“🎵Billy,🎶”

“Dare,” he interrupts, looking over to her on the open take of a slow blink.

“Have a damned shot already,” nance says through a laugh, raising her glass as Robin nips at her neck, encircling her waist, elated that she��s still in her lap.

Billy rolled his eyes but motioned for the bottle Eddie was nursing.

“Quid pro quo…I get to spin before I shoot,” he counters.

“Sure,” Nancy agrees, looking at everyone, the request seeming reasonable enough.

And so he does, the bottle moves in slow motion until it’s not moving at all. It’s pointing at you, and you're not quite sure how long you stare at it.

Apparently not too long as no one’s said anything yet.

You look up at him, heart hammering as a very dangerous feeling creeps across you.

He raises his brows, smiling his most knee weakening smile.

The same one he used to give to Nancy’s mom at the pool…

“Well?” He prompts.

“Dare…” you say before letting go of the breath you’d been holding.

You glance next to you, to Steve, and then across to Eddie, both of them crowding you in with eyes of expectation.

This is a set up. . . Or a horrible horrible coincidence, you can’t tell which.

“Take a shot with me,” he says innocently, his voice holding that weird combination of smooth gruffness that made your tummy warm.

Your shoulders relax and you smile, that’s not so-

“up the stairs, in Steve’s room,” he tacks on impishly.

You choke on your own spit, and the entire group is silent as the grave.

“Uh, no. No-no-no, hah, no,” you stammer, earning a snort from Steve and a grin from Billy.

Eddies tilting his head a fraction, eyes half lidded, smirking at your discomfort.

“Rules are rules baby,” Steve offers from beside you.

He’s regarding you naively.

like there weren’t any implications behind Billy’s tone and You balk at him, anxiety shooting through you like murder bamboo on steroids.

What was he, he couldn’t be…he did not just say!!!!

“Well go on, the sooner you go, the sooner you can spin,” he offers, patting your thigh.

“Um, ok..b-but I wana spin before I shoot too,” you say hoping to get the same leniency.

The idea of everyone waiting on you made it that much worse.

“Fair, it’d keep the game going while Billy mauls’er,” The metalhead chimed dryly.

“Eddy!” You bite, earning a sliding glance from his still obsidian orbs. He smiles slowly.

It’s definitely a fucking set up.

Everyone agrees and you spin the damned thing, biting your lip happily when it lands on Steve.

“Kiss,” he says warmly.

And your rolling into his lap, kissing him messily, pointedly, enough that you earn a chuckle and then a surprised but delighted grunt from him, his hands settling on your hips.

After a moment he breaks it grinning stupidly at you while offering another thigh pat.

“Mm, go have a drink baby, I’ll see you soon,” he says, raking his eyes over your features with an air about him that made you nervous.

“Mm’k Daddy,” you whisper so only he could hear.

One last pat to your ass and your standing, and then joining Billy as he backed down the hall towards the foyer where the stairs were, the shadows taking over his face in some places.

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You hadn’t spent much time with Billy, so you didn’t know a whole lot about’em.

Just that he used to be a real dick, but he could charm the pants off most anyone.

You’d watched him in school and even considered working up the nerve to try and get his attention.

At least, that was the idea, until Steve swept you off your feet like a damned undertow.

The door closed behind you and for once in your relationship, this room felt foreign. Off limits. Strange even.

But the simple fact was because you were in it without your boyfriend, the one who it belonged to.

Instead you were in it with none other than the asshole who took his proverbial crown.

“Listen Billy, the shots are fine, but-“ you gasped, cutting yourself off as you turned around only to bump right Into him.

“But?” He echoed through a slow spreading smile as he began to herd you further into the room.

“But no funny business…I’m with-“

“Kiiing Steve. Yeah, I picked up on that,” he said, popping the cork from the bottle.

You looked away, his gaze lighting you up like it shouldn’t.

He knew it too, making a small hum/noise of amusement as his grin grew Cheshire, perfect white teeth filling your mind with ideas of how nice they’d feel against your neck as he was railing into you, sliding so-

“I-is that whiskey?” You say blinking a few times.

“Uh-huh, why? you been swallowing clear all night?” He asks brazenly, and you laugh.

God do you laugh. It’s stupid, and obvious, giving away where your mind goes like a magnifying glass.

He just laughs with you before taking a swig, raking your body with his eyes.

“Unfortunately not,” you admit, still giggling through your happy haze.

However as soon as the words leave you, your eyes widen and your lip is between your teeth at your flirtation.

An action that Billy mimicked unintentionally.

‘Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck, goddamnit, you horny whorebag’ you think to yourself, as your face does nothing to hide that inner monologue.

“C’mere then, doll,” he commands.

It’s unmistakably an order, but it’s gentle, and it’s accompanied by a crook of his finger, bottle still in hand.

Contrary to his wanting, you take a step back, shaking your head.

“I really shouldn’t Billy, I’ll just…I’ll just take the bottle,” you say tightly, as if it were an actual effort to not to just walk your horny ass over and take the shot from his mouth.

In fact, you're folding your arms over your chest, shoulders nearer to your ears as the nervous smile paints your face.

It doesn't go unnoticed and now he’s prowling closer, taking a second swig, the one you were Sposed to have.

“Aww, C’mon (y/n) ‘fraid I’ll tell Daddy?” He taunts, and the smile drops, his demeanor suddenly wolfish, predatory and absolutely weakening.

You’re lips part, arms falling to your sides as you look away and then back to him like you’d been caught in a lie.

“Dosent matter if you didn’t, h-he’d know…” you whimper almost too quietly.

“A-and I’m on my best behavior tonight,” you rattle off despite the fact that each second that passed, the less resolve you seem to have.

The further you slipped into the headspace of your rank…

Before you know it, the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you glance behind to see you’ve nowhere to go.

And when you look forward once more?

There he is, smoothing his hands up your forearms and crowding your space.

“And if I tell’em you behaved your worst?”

God he smelled divine, th’dickhead…

Like tonka bean and beech wood…and saltwater.

Pfft. Of course he did.

“You’d be fucked anyway, might as well earn it, hm?” He offered, setting his jaw.

You whine slightly annoyed, using all your strength not to just fall back into Steve’s bed where the California King could get you Into big fucking trouble.

“Billy give me the fucking bottle!” You hiss, the words sounding far less threatening than you’d hoped.

When he doesn't budge you shove him, earning a giggle.

A giggle!

It wasn’t exactly something you ever thought you’d hear from Billy Hargrove.

Finally you growl pulling the thing from his grasp and barreling past him, while uncorking it and taking a hefty drink.

When he comes up behind you, pressing his bulge against your ass, gripping your hips firm, you can’t stop the breathy and dark groan that leaves your lips as you unthinkingly grind backwards.

The pulse of energy that jolted up your cunt made you imagine what it would be like, and you decided something.

Billy had a strange effect on you…he called to your inner wild woman. The divine feminine that seemed unhinged.

With Steve you wanted to be bratty, you wanted to taunt until you serviced your apology of sorts and melted into his love.

Because that’s what Steve was.

Pure, unadulterated, unconditional love.

With Eddie, it was a little more of the same until you felt yourself sinking into complete submission and then even worship.

Not that you had experience with Eddie, you were just good with feeling people out, and The brunette was someone you could see yourself begging for pathetically.

But right now? In another life maybe? With Billy?

You’d turn around moaning into the blondes mouth as his equal.

You’d pull and tear his clothes from him, climb him like a fucking tree until he was pumping into you hard just standing in the middle of the room, letting loose primal grunts and growls as he claimed you, and you him.

You’d give in to the spirit of it. Of pleasure, breathing his breath, crying his cries.

But the reality was you turned around, set down the bottle and smacked the shit out of him because you weren’t his, and you were on thin fucking ice.

And then you sucked in a small breath of shock at what you’d just done.

The noise bounced off the walls and sent baby blues into deep shark-like abyssal blackness.

“Did you just fucking hit me?” He said way too calmly, letting a smile split his face.

Billy saw red in a way he’d never seen it before.

Usually this was the part where fists flew and fights started.

But the way it took him over now wasn’t in the guise of rage, but lust.

After all, you didn’t hurt him, that’s laughable.

No.

You just turned him on.

“See you down stairs,” you hissed, voice shaking as you tried to hide how badly you wanted to smack him again and make him pin you down.

O-or maybe slap you back.

He started laughing as you turned from him, and when you opened the door to leave, Steve was suddenly there, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with Eddie’s chin nestled on his shoulder, both of their eyes on you as ‘No More Mr. Nice Guy’ by Alice cooper filled the space now that the door wasn’t closed.

“Jesus!” You yelped, tripping backwards only to land in Billy’s arms as he quickly forced and kept yours behind your back.

Just. Like. Eddie. Had. Earlier.

Your brows knit in fury and you make some girlish noise of frustration, thrashing around.

“Goddammit! Is everything Just an Eddie illusion?!”

That earned a laugh from all three of the boys and Eddie was nudging Steve inside so he could shut, and lock, the door.

“I am one hell of a dungeon master, babe,” he says through a toothy shit eating grin.

“In more ways than one,” Billy quips rasp-ishly into your ear.

You go lax in exasperation, your head lulling back as you allow yourself to glare perfect daggers at the blonde currently restraining you.

“For the love of god, did he fuck you too!?”

Billy just grinned before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear, making you jerk your head away defiantly.

“Sometimes. Sometimes I fucked him,” he breathed pornographically in an almost growl as he squeezed you in his hold.

The thought was horrendously mouthwatering despite your scoff and further glare as you ticked your head away again only to keep regarding him as a fresh idiot.

“Oh shut your dirty whore mouth, Hargrove and turn her around,” Eddie griped, mouth pressing into a line as his cheeks barely flushed.

Billy chuckled with a knowing smile, doing as he was told, spinning you around quickly to face him despite your noises of protest.

His hands moved from your wrists up to your forearms, keeping the hold firm as Eddie slapped the handcuffs from his belt onto your wrists.

“H-hey! What the fuck?! Steve?!” You whine, wiggling and trying to turn your head to look for your boyfriend only to have Billy guide your chin back to center cooly.

Eddie was gone, the cuffs bit into your skin and the usurper eyed you like something to eat as he kept you chest to chest.

“I’m here baby girl, be good for Billy, huh?” The tawny king said casually as he moved around, like The blonde was no stranger to handling you.

He absolutely was.

You’d never been ordered about or held or even fucking considered by him, or so you thought!

Billy tilted his head patronizingly, rubbing your chin with his thumb as he winked.

‘God what an absolute arrogant dick!’ You thought as your nose crinkled in rebellion, thighs clenching with betrayal.

the way your nipples hardened was further proof to you both that the situation wasn’t unwanted or uncomfortable.

“Yes, Daddy…” you mumble reluctantly, but loud enough to be heard and Billy reveled in it.

“You owe me money, Munson,” the blonde said with a drag to his words as he kept his eyes on yours.

“Yeah yeah,” he answered, also sounding as though he were shuffling about.

“She was such a good girl for you Steve, even slapped me in the fucking face to keep herself in check,” he offered, the end of his sentence grounding out.

“Again with the smacking?” Eddie scoffed flatly and disapprovingly.

“You fucking bet on me?” You snapped up at Billy, even though the question was for everyone.

“Again?” Billy ignored you, interest peaked on Eddie’s words.

“She smacked Eddie earlier outside. It wasn’t in the face, but the nerve of this one,” Steve explained.

His words were quickly followed by a hissing inhale of ‘oh’s and ‘god yes’s’ that unfolded Into a groan and then a weak moan as the soft sounds of sucking began to fill the air around them, ruining your determination to find out what the bet was about.

Your volatile bubbling aggravation settled Into a steaming blush of arousal as your pupils began to dilate at the sounds, lips parting and a soft huff making itself heard.

“Oh? Like what you hear dolly?” Billy asked, smoothing his hands up your ribs sensually.

You shiver, looking at Billy but seeming to be a little spaced out, like you were tuned directly into Steve’s needy little gasps but dissociated from the visual right in front of you.

“T-turn her around Bills, let’er see” Steve managed through something of a half mewl half sigh.

Upon his request, you became mindful, bringing your attention back to the blond who regarded you with amusement as his brows raised in a sort of question.

You nodded to him, signaling you wanted to see.

And fuck, did you.

The sight was instantly lighting you up, sending signals for your core to slicken and your mind to slip further and further into instinct rather than logic.

Steve’s mouth hung slack as it came back up from having been obviously dropped back in rapture. A light flush colored his skin and his hands were so delicately tangled in Eddie’s hair.

Never once was he rough or harsh with the brunette, he simply guided the man as he so skillfully took every inch Harrington fed him.

The metalhead groaned over Steve’s length, sucking and slurping softly but lewdly before pulling back for air, as he looked up at him.

“You like that pretty boy? M’I makin’ ya feel good?” He prompted with a cocky but confident smirk.

Steve nodded before dropping his hands to his sides.

“Yes Master, so goddamned good, thank you,” he said affectionately, bringing his fingers to gingerly test at touching Eddie’s cheek.

No part of it sounded awkward, rehearsed or even shy.

It carried a current of trust, of more than willing vulnerability, even with you standing right where you were, having never seen him this way.

Eddie's smirk melted into a fond smile and he placed his hands on Steve’s bare thighs, leaning into the touch and kissing his fingers approvingly.

“Your welcome sweet boy, I’m happy to do it,” he mused, his eyes closing for a moment.

Your skin prickled so nicely as you couldn't resist the urge to lick your lips.

Unthinkingly you moved forwards only to be gently stopped, and pulled back flush against Billy’s now bare chest.

When did he do that? God he was warm…

“Ah, Ah, easy loca,” he whispered against your ear, warm and patient, the bass of his voice making your heart beat harder.

You blink a few times before biting your lip, wiggling a little, but less than you normally would seeing as you were so ensnared by the sight before you.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Steve of course, and after looking at you assuringly, he stopped himself, quickly glancing at Eddie who offered another small smile of pride and appreciation, before looking to you as a ‘go ahead for your boyfriend.’

“Color, baby,” Steve said after a moment, closing his eyes in an attempt to compose his wanton mind before opening them back on you, seeing much of the same emotion rippling through your demeanor.

Your heart beat was muddled in your ears…like being underwater, wrapped in a dreamy adrenaline as odd as that sounds.

Your skin rippled with devotion and when he asked you for your state of mind, you couldn’t get the word out fast enough. You wanted every part of this thing unfolding before you, whatever it was, however much depth it held. You wanted it tonight and however many nights it would find you…

“Green” you breathed out.

Billy coiled around you with excitment, fingers daring the hem of your skirt as he grinned against your ear.

Eddie’s smile spread slowly, almost like he was impressed, and Steve?

Steve searched your eyes a few moments, making absolutely sure before he nodded and looked back to the Brunette that was kneeling before him.

“Well alright then,” Steve rasped.

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