#gosh this took a long time yall

[raphaerolo]

✨🌘And so the Sun fell in love with the Moon 🌒✨

[k1mbe3rly]

hii!!! i have a request for choi su bong/thanos from squid game! (very sorry if it is hard to understand, english is not my first language)

thanos and reader were friends before squid game, but fell out of contact due to both having issues with depression. they meet again at squid game and stay together

in mingle, reader gets pushed by another player while running to a room with thanos and they get locked out of the room (like young-mi 😔)

i like angst hehe

ouuu okk

Infant and innocent.

warnings: death (LOWKEY NOT EVEN THAT SAD, idk how to write angst sorry!!)

You and Thanos had went to highschool, he looked completely diffrent before, black hair, no tattoos, yall were best friends but fell out after graduation due to both of yall having issues and his little rapping career

The last place you thought you’ll ever see him was in the Squid games, he looked wayy different now.. the purple dyed hair, the tattoos, rings and the cross necklace, even tho he didn’t look the same as before you were still able to recognize your best friend.

“Oh my gosh! it’s been so long! how have you been!” you told him as you hugged quickly, “I’ve been better! i’ve missed you, what about you huh? you look the exact same as before!” he told you as he hugged you back “I’ve been good, better now!” you said giggling

Ever since that reunion, you both were practically glued to eachother, he introduced you to Nam-gyu which he had a mouth on him so Thanos would always say something to protect you

You guys stayed together thru out the games and catched up, laughing and everything

Yall were already teamed for the 2nd game, The six legged pentathlon, yall were sitting down on the floor noticing thanos acting different than Nam-gyu spoke up

“Hey dude can i have one of those things in your necklace?” he asked, thanos looked over “i don’t know what the fuck your talking about”

“Come on i’m like really shaky, dude look at my hands” he said shaking him his hands as you looked at them as well, “Do you know what this is?” he said raising his cross “Ecstasy?” “Nah this shit is crazy man.”

“Bro back then in the club i took all of it man..” nam gyu said as if it was something to flex, Thanos chuckled as he opened his cross “you little junkie..” he said giving him a colorful? smartie looking pill

He than looked over at you, “Want one?” he asked as you shaked your head “Uh.. what is it?” you asked back “Something that will chill your nerves, make you go brrr! know what i mean?” he said chuckling

You chuckled along trying to seem like you knew but than quickly stoped in confusion “No i don’t know what you mean..” you said, “God your so innocent..” he said chuckling a bit

Time skip

The 2nd gave was over with as yall mange to survive that, you sighed as you looked around, “What’s wrong?” Thanos asked looking up at you from the stairs, “Nothing just missing home, i guess…” you told him

His eyes slightly darken, “I think ima pick ‘X’, I kinda wanna go home, besides i think that’s enough money right?” you said to him again, “Nah.. you could always do more, besides you’ve survived this long why not just one more game?” he told you hoping you wouldn’t pick ‘X’

You hesitated, “I don’t know..besides it’s a bit dangerous, i mean who knows what the next game is right?” you said, Nam gyu glared up at you but he knew better to say anything because of thanos

“There just child games, it’s not like any of it is actually hard.. so one more game? than we get the hell out of here and fully catch up” he said smiling, you smiled back, “Sure..why not, i guess it shouldn’t be hard” you told her as he secretly applaud inside

You guys got yalls food as he looked at it, “The hell is this?” he asked the guards, he scoffed and walked away, you grabbed your food doing a small bow to the guard and quickly catching up to him

“Here, you can have mine” You told him giving him your bread, “What? no it’s yours” he said back pushing the bread away a bit, “No really, have it i’m not that hungry” you told him smiling at him

“Nah..you have to eat, you need energy for tomorrow” he told you, you rolled your eyes playfully as you opened the bag and split the bread into 2, “Than have my other half” you told him

He chuckled, you just won’t give up, he grabbed it and smiled at you

Time skip

It was now time for the 3rd game, Mingle, They explained the rules, they basically called out a random number and we have to pair up with the exact number and go into a room before times up, Seems easy right?

Everyone stepped on the platform as it started moving slowly in circles, a child games song came up as you stood there watching Thanos go in circles, his arms interlocked with Nam gyu as they laughed, you laughed a bit as you just looked away

“10 players”

The light started going darker colors and flickering a bit, since it was already 5 of yall, you just needed 5 more which yall quickly found and ran into a room

As the rounds went on the numbers were getting shorter

You were running with thanos as yall panicked and ran into a room with other people, both of yall slamming yourselves into the wall as he placed a hand to his chest, you covered your mouth laughing a bit since time was very low

He looked at you laughing as well, “Holy shit that was close!” he said, you nodded “Yea for a second i thought it was over! than i’ll have to hunt you down for saying one more game!” you told clearly joking and laughing

He laughed with you, “Nahh, I told you, your gonna make it trust! with those running skills? your good to go” he said back, “You better hope so” you said as you finally catch your breath.

The doors unlocked as everyone stepped back, everyone went back onto the platform

“Let the game begin”

Than the platform started moving and the same song came on, everyone waited a bit nervous as the platform stopped

“6 players”

Was all you heard, we still had 5 as thanos yelled out, “We need 1 more!!” he moved around as a random person came, “Come on!” he yelled at the group as he started running to a room, but when he opened it, people were already in there

“Get out!!” the people yelled as he quickly slammed the door

“Here!! this one is empty!!” Nam-gyu yelled as he was at a door, the whole group started running, you were running behind them

Your heart was beating as suddenly you were shoved, slammed into a wall, you let out a yelp

You felt dizzy since your head hit the wall, “Su bong..?” you said out, luckily thanos was able to hear you since, he quickly turned around seeing you

“Y/n!” he yelled out as he saw you getting up looking at him a bit dizzy, he was about to run to you until someone grabbed him pushing him in

You came to realization as you quickly ran to the door but it was already shut and locked, your heart was pounding faster than ever as you panicked

Thanos roughly shoved the guy away from the door looking into the little rectangle hole, the only thing he faced was your eyes which were tearing up

“Y/n!” he yelled out reaching his hands thru the hole as he felt your cheek, your tears fell down onto his finger tips even him started feeling tears forming

“Su bong..” you whispered

Thanos tried to reach out his hand even further as he was able to touch your cheek fully, he shaked his head refusing to believe that you were out there and he was inside

You leaned into his touch a bit as your tears made his hand wet, “No..no! y/n..” he said quickly

You didn’t have time to answer him as you felt a sharp sting thru your back, you let out a loud yelp as your body flinched, your head fell onto the door, more into thanos hand as he widen his eyes

He moved his hand to your chin trying to hold you up as your eyes went lifeless, his tears begin falling down as he couldn’t hold you up anymore, your body fell to the ground.

He banged his head on the door a bit as everyone watched him, he turned to the guy that pushed him inside and brutally punched him as Nam gyu quickly grabbed on to him

“Chill…chill it’s okay.” he said still pulling him back , Thanos growled and gripped onto his own hair

He started remembering everything, your smile, your last moments, what you told him last round about hunting him if you died.

If only he let you pick ‘X’ and so did he, you both would’ve been home being able to catch up properly.

[mrsarnold]

❝ 𝓦hat happens here stays here its just like 𝓥egas ❞

pairing ! p. bueckers x fem!oc

warnings NASTY smut, ex!p x ex!c, semi public/private sex, oral (c!recieving), jealousy sex, what did sabrina say ? 'have you ever tried rhis one?' 🤗 tit sucking (c!recieving), mean paige, vocal control, 3rd person pov,, thats it??

summary after paige & callie broke up the distance and hatred for eachother wqs very obvious even if they were in the same fg. the distance was further until the fg took everyone on vacation to vegas..

note may be my new favorite fic of mine, pt2?

The sun beamed onto Callie's and the friend group faces as they stepped off the private jet onto Vegas airport grounds. Maya and Jane had the bright idea to take everyone to Vegas for the week off. It wouldve been a fun weekend until the invited someone specfic.

Paige.

Callie and Paige broken up 6 months ago on bad terms. The break up was much needed from the arguments to the accusations of cheating. It was toxic.

Callie was deep in thought on what the possibilities of what could happen on the trip until someone snapped her out of it. "Cals are you ok", Leah asked as everyone headed over to the rental car.

"um yea.. yea im ok."

"you sure?"

"i promise", Callie said unsurely as her and Leah got into the car. Most of the seats were taken by time they were inside so she had sit between Paige and Jane. Just the two of them sitting near eachother tension was knowingly there.

"Lets play some musiccc", Nevaeh said excitedly as she started the car and connected her phone to the aux. The whole ride to the Airbnb was loud but the tension was still there. Every slight movement or accidental looks with eachother caused fireworks in Callie's head.

Callie continued to zone out, thinking of why she even agreed to this trip before she snapped out of it realizing they made it to the Airbnb. As soon as the car was parked Callie was the first out, trying to stay away from Paige but she was right behind her getting out as well before going to speak to KK.

Callie couldn't help but stare at Paige. From here toned arms on displayed by her t shirt, to her boxers peaking out from her sweatpants. 'Gosh she never looked bad' Callie mumbled under her breath before snapping out of it and walking into the Airbnb with everyone else.

"everyone go find the rooms yall want im ordering food", Jane said as she whipped her phone out and doordashed some wingstop. Chatter was all that filled the airbnb as everyone looked around before heading upstairs to find there room. Callie shared with Leah in a room all the way to the end of the hall upstairs.

Callie stayed silent as she tied her hair up into a bun and unpacked her clothes as she closemindly listened to Leah's rant.

"and then we're all gonna go p- Callie are you even listening", Leah asked snapping her out of her unpacking tranced.

"Oh yeah, something about what were doing this week"

"are you ok?? you been off since we landed", Leah worriedly asked as she sat on the bed. Callie wanted to so badly tell her what she was thinking but she didn't wanna ruin anything.

"Yea im ok- i think Jane is calling us down for food and maybe we're going swimming after in the pool you should head down. ill be down soon", Callie admitted as she unpacked her last shirt in the drawer. Leah looked at her confused before getting up and changing into her bathing suit and heading down.

as soon as Leah left Callie sat on the shared bed, deep in thought. Could she actually get through this week. After a little she finally got up and changed into a black bikini.

She stood in the long mirror, checking herself out for any flawd before she saw a familiar figure, one she dreaded to see.

"Just as pretty as i remebered hm", the figure rasped out as she leaned on the door way. Paige once again. Callie stood there frozen, not expecting her to be there at all.

"What? You wanna be silent now", Paige said as she finally entered the room, still checking Callie out. Paige stayed her distance but close enough.

"Paige-", Callie tried to form words before she turned to finally face her. She had jean shorts that hugged her toned legs with a purple two piece swimsuit underneath. 'fuck'

"What do you need Paige."

"Nothin' if we're gonna stay in the same house for a week we gotta tolerate eachother"

Her words alone made Callie roll her eyes.

"Besides you know you miss me Ma", Paige said coming closer. Callie just scolded at her words, expecting but not expecting them.

"In your dreams."

"most definitely in my dreams, if you ever change your mind then. y'know your still mine", Paige said lastly before turning around and walking out of Callie's room, leaving her in shock.

......

The sun beamed on the girls as they were in the pool, talking, drinking, tanning, and doing tiktoks. Callie continued to speak to everyone, still a little shocked at the previous events.

The music became more upbeat the more everyone drank. Callie was all in a blur, one moment she was talking to Leah the next she was off flirting with Izzy in a corner.

It was all going good until Izzy started getting touchy. Callie was unknowing until she heard a familiar voice behind her.



"Izzy mind if i speak to Cals real quick", Paige asked looking from Izzy to Callie. Izzy nodded and removed her hands from Callie. Callie gave her a quick smile before she was roughly dragged away by Paige to the inside of the house.

Once they were alone Paige finally snapped, "What the fuck was that." Her words made Callie become taken aback by her sudden words.

"What do you m-"

"Don't pull that 'what do you mean' shit with me you seen her being all up on you", Paige said annoyedly as she put her cup on the kitchen counter.

"Paige so what we're not dating anymore"

"nah, i already told you were still mine earlier. want me to remind you", Paige said grabbing Callie's neck and forcing her to look at her. Callie instantly went silent at her words and actions.

"nah go upstairs and strip since you don't wanna speak. don't even try moaning either or whimpering. none of that shit", Paige said finally letting go of her neck and watched her go upstairs. Oncs Callie was fully upstairs Paige went back outside like nothing happened.

Meanwhile Callie was upstairs in Paige's room, sitting on her bed in thought of what was gonna happen. then she just stripped fully and laid on her bed, closing her eyes impatiently.

Callie continued to lay there in thought before she felt familiar lips crash against hers making her eyed flutter open. It was Paige doing what she promised.

"Pai-"

"Ah what did i say", Paige said breaking the kiss before kissing down Callies neck. Callie bit back moans not wanting this to be any more difficult.

Paige left some hickeys here and there on her neck before kissing down her body, her stomach to her thighs to her core. She placed a few kisses on Callie's core making Callie squirm under her touch.

"Stay still", Paige said annoyedly before looking up at you, "I don't even think you deserve my touch hm?"

Callie felt she couod cry from the teasing not realizing how bad she wanted this till now. "That's what i thought", Paige said before shoving two fingers into Callie making her moan lowly before covering her mouth and lay her head back.

"Ah look at me or im stopping", Paige said moving up to face Callie as her fingers moved at a relentless pace, "looking so pretty f'me Ma." Callie felt she could practically fall apart at her words. Callie was able to maintain her moans before Paige had a idea.

Without warning Paige caught one of her bouncing tits in her mouth and started sucking on her bud. the overwhelming friction made Callie cry out against her palm.

"Doing so good for me pretty, i wan' hear you now though", Paige mumbled out against her tit making vibrations go through Callie. Callie finally uncovered her mouth and let out shaky moans as Paige continued.

"mm.. Im so close", Callie moaned out as Paige drew her closer and closer to the edge. Paige smirked as she let go of her tit with a pop as her fingers continued to work magic.

"That's it pretty girl come for me aight", Paige said finally before Callie let out one more moan before coming on Pauge's fingers. Paige let her ride out her high before removing her fingers.

Before either of them can speak they heard a yell from Leah, "YALL ARE NASTY."

The both of them burst out into laughter hearing Leah yell at them from downstairs.

"This isn't over by the way."

[twiley-birb]

(An MLP AU created by me and my best friend @/ughjeonjk on Instagram!)

TWILIGHT’S LORE:

1000 years ago:

The Tree of Harmony. The royal sisters had found it long ago, using its elemental fruits to defeat their foes. 3 symbols remained on it, the sun, the moon, and a star. For years they had believed it was simply the celestial bodies, until one night Luna had a dream of a pony resembling a dusk night whom had the very cutie mark they were in search of. Luna told Celestia, but the sister had brushed it off as her little sister just lost her head in the clouds again. After all, Starswirl had told them that it was a sign they needed to be reunited as one after all. They were already one. No cause for worry.

Shortly after her sister’s vision, nightmare moon came into fruition. In a moment of fear and weakness, Celestia unintentionally banished her sister to the moon for 1000 years. Was it really 1000? Gosh, she didn’t even know truly.

She went through her royal duties alone, while also being in search of this cutie mark her sister told her about. Celestia didn’t believe her the first time around, she wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Sunset Shimmer:

Celestia combed through thousands of fillies and colts through her school, but no one seemed to meet this expectation. She hardened over time, becoming more strict on the students closest to them. Perhaps she was missing her sister, the stress of royalty getting to her?

A victim was Sunset Shimmer. The filly reminded Celestia of herself before the banishment of Luna. She was optimistic, talented, smart. But sweet Skyros she was introverted, not a friend in sight. She was always stuck in the library, researching on other worlds and spells that could bend reality itself.

Celestia believed THIS was the one. After so long of searching, it was Sunset. She took her under her wing, but it turned south with Sunset’s introversion. Something a ruler could not be. Celestia’s expectations broke Sunset, not made her. After a fight, she ran off to another realm that not even Starswirl could save her from.

Twilight’s beginning:

Sunset’s last words echoed in her mind; “Luna’s banishment wasn’t her fault at all, it was all you! Who are you to tell me to be friends with other ponies when you couldn’t even fix your friendship with your own sister?”

Celestia knew this wasn’t what she wanted to do to more young ponies. She switched her mindset, changing her ways on a gifted earth pony. Twilight Sparkle. Her ways with potions and spells was remarkable. She got her cutie mark in a demonstration, exploding a dragon’s egg whilst somehow keeping the baby intact. Twilight was the only earth pony filly in her class, thus resulting in some harsh bullying. Soon, Twilight studied under Celestia but got sent to Ponyville to make friends. There she met her soon-to-be-besties, and they brought back Luna together.

As Luna embraced her sister, she saw Twilight and pointed a weak hoof at her uttering a soft “it’s her” before passing out.

The decision was made that day; Twilight was the next successor to the throne. The Princess of Harmony.

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Alrighty yall that’s the lore for now. It’s a work in progress and will be expanded as time goes on! But here’s what there for sure is now, and more lore shall be dropped soon!

[totallybakedcake]

Night thoughts

Imagine Jinwoo taking photos of you while sleeping, so lost in your dreams and just snuggling close to him, he cannot help but take photos of you to forever see that picture.

He knows you love seeing him in his detective look, so he purposefully teases you. "Name, you smell great," he says, burying his head in your hair and wrapping his arms around your waist, rubbing them to make your stomach flood with butterflies.

He knows you love kisses a little too much and pampers you with them at night. Gosh, he might be a flushing mess in front of you sometimes, but getting his sweet revenge feels so good.

I do not think Jinwoo is an overly protective type of boyfriend if you are a hunter and so are you. He treats the small bruises or cuts you have without saying stuff such as "Oh, who did this?" "I do not want you to go around killing all these beasts." He got cuts far worse when he was an E-rank, healed fully, and life went on, so some cuts are not the end of the world.

He does, however, get mad if you pass out, maybe it was a minor concussion, but he gets worried every time. He never wants to see his lover not talking or not conscious until she is sleeping.

If he was in those 27 (or whatever) years of fighting with monarchs, he did think about you a lot, just wondering how he would be comforted by you, would you like the new shadows he has, and maybe he will propose to you in a grand way or a simple and intimate way.

What if you were from a different guild, like the White Tiger's or any other guild there is, and he kisses you while proposing, and then the media took a secret photo, and it went insanely viral.

-- yall forgive me if I am missing a gazillon lore stuff and whatnot. I read the mawha so long ago that I do not remember anything, and I'm NOT up to date with the anime. These are some random Jinwoo thoughts I got that are not edited at all...

[b1eedthefreak]

Attached To The Hip

Daryl x F!Reader x Bestfriend!Beth

Summary: Beth and Y/N are attached to Daryl by the hip

Warnings: USE OF Y/N…..(I’m sorry), This is not a ship Daryl is like Beth and Y/N’s dad :3

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Daryl had no idea how it happened. One second, he was minding his own business, doing his usual hunting and scouting, and the next, he had two little shadows following him everywhere he went—Beth and Y/N. It was like they had come to some unspoken agreement that they were going to attach themselves to his hip, and no amount of grumbling, sighing, or deadpan stares could shake them off.

At first, he thought they were just tagging along for the hell of it, but after a few weeks, he realized—no, they were committed to this. If he was out reinforcing the fences, they were there, handing him zip ties and chatting his ear off. If he went on a supply run, they were right behind him, trying to make bets on how many squirrels he’d shoot. And worst of all?

They had made it their personal mission to shower him in relentless affection.

“Oh my gosh, Daryl, your arms are HUGE. Have you been working out?” Y/N gushed dramatically one afternoon while he was sharpening his knife.

“Wow Daryl, you’re just so talented, tracking and hunting and being all mysterious!” Beth added, grinning like she was having the time of her life.

Daryl froze mid sharpen, giving them a slow, exasperated look. “The hell’s wrong with y’all?”

“Nothing! We just think you need more appreciation.” Y/N grinned. “You’re, like, the backbone of this group, y’know? We’re just pointing out the obvious.”

“Uh-huh.” He went back to sharpening, ignoring the warmth creeping up his neck. “Y’all need a damn hobby.”

But they didn’t stop. It got worse. They started dropping compliments at random times.

“Daryl, did I ever tell you that you have, like, the best posture when you’re aiming that crossbow? It’s actually so majestic.”

“Daryl, if the apocalypse never happened, you totally could’ve been a supermodel. No, I’m serious. Those cheekbones? Unreal.”

“Daryl… your hair is getting so long. Have you ever considered letting us braid it?”

That was where he drew the line.

“Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ y’all braid my goddamn hair.”

Beth pouted. “But it’d be so cute!”

“Yeah, and you never let yourself relax. This could be, like, self care,” Y/N chimed in, clearly fighting a smile.

“This could be y’all mindin’ yer business,” he shot back, standing up to make his escape—

But then Beth did the look. Big, sad eyes. A little frown. Even Y/N joined in, tilting her head like some kind of kicked puppy, blinking at him all sweet and hopeful.

Daryl felt cornered. Trapped.

He exhaled sharply. “Five minutes.”

Which was how he ended up sitting on a crate outside the prison, arms crossed, staring at the dirt while Beth and Y/N excitedly braided his hair. He swore he could hear Rick and Glenn laughing from somewhere behind him.

“Oh my god. This is adorable.” Y/N whispered as she twisted a strand of hair.

“I know right? I feel like we’re unlocking a new version of him!” Beth giggled.

“Y’all done yet?” Daryl grumbled.

Before they could answer, Carol walked by, took one look at him, and nearly dropped the laundry basket she was holding. A smirk tugged at her lips.

“Nice look, Pookie.”

Daryl immediately ripped the braids out, face burning as Beth and Y/N cackled. He stormed off without another word.

That night, while everyone else was settling in, Y/N walked past his room and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands fiddling with a tiny little section of his hair.

Re-braiding it.

She leaned against the doorway, grinning. “I knew you liked it.”

Daryl’s hands stilled.

“Shut up.”

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a/n: i just stated season 4 i was actually crying when Carol called Daryl pookie but anyways do yall like this pleaseee let me know i need feedback okay love yall

[osmanthus-wine-addiction]

08 Reward

Zhongli x Reader / NSFW / Rex Lapis is actively ruling Liyue. He's called Morax in here / Reader is a mortal priestess of Rex Lapis / Bogus adeptal art truth spell / Manipulation and gaslighting if you squint / Gosh smut is so hard to write, how do yall do it? This took me way too long >_<

"You deserve a reward." A content rumble reached your ear.

"To be able to serve Rex Lapis is rewarding enough." You answered, drizzling the fragrant oils into his hair and massaging it into the individual strands.

He's always enjoyed moments of leisure like this, shedding all the formalities along with his robes. The water within the spring was translucent like a flawless piece of jade. The steam rising from its surface obscured your vision. Droplets of moisture clung to the archon's face and neck. You couldn't help but admire the artistry that was his face. The wet strands of his hair spilled between your fingers as you combed through them. His horns glinted like the finest cor lapis. Beads of water slid down his skin, tracing the curves and valleys of his body. It was a good thing that his eyes were shut. If he caught you gazing so intently at him, your dignified image would be done for.

As one of Rex Lapis's personal attendants, you also held the position of divine priestess during his rites. This was already the highest possible honor endowed to a mortal, to be allowed in such proximity with the god himself. What more could you possibly ask for?

"Oh, but I insist." He lifted his gaze, peering at you through veiled eyes.

For a god who graciously answered the prayers of his countless followers, how could he neglect the prayers of his most devoted priestess?

"My Lord, it is an honor—" Your words dissolved on your tongue. The pad of his thumb pressed against your lips.

How many times had he heard these lips utter his name in the deep of night? Did you truly believe your hands were enough to muffle those sounds you made? Did you really expect him not to notice the way your eyes linger on him when he wasn't looking your way?

His lips curled ever so slightly at the thought. You were such a determined pretender. Even though he saw right through you, to the rest of Liyue, you were untouchable, carrying yourself with such convincing aloofness. It was quite amusing, watching you conceal yourself to this extent.

You craved his attention. Every glance of approval and hum of satisfaction fed your unquenchable flame. On the surface, the love you had for your dear archon was not so unlike any other follower of Rex Lapis. If you were to pluck out all these inappropriate tendrils of longing, you were no different from his other priests. Your admiration was just as deep. If anything, living in Jueyun Karst amongst the adepti allowed you to see with your own eyes how blessed the people of Liyue were to have the guidance and protection of Rex Lapis. You never took your responsibilities lightly as an intermediary between the archon and his people, carrying out his orders and bringing back their earnest offerings.

Mortals asked for many things. Riches, health, children, these were amongst the countless prayers uttered at his statues. You had desires too, as did any mortal, but your prayers were not intended for his ears. If they were, he would be hearing them directly from you. You kept them carefully hidden, or so you thought. Little did you know, the stones, the earth, even the bricks in your wall, they were all permeated with his power. So naturally, whenever you acted on these frustrating desires, he was present in a sense.

At first, he was simply curious, intrigued by what you could possibly be so tortured by. As his priestess, you had no lack for food, clothes, nor shelter. He showered you with trinkets and gifts that you were free to exchange for mora if you wished to. You were also not restricted from seeking what mortals called love. What sort of unfulfilled desires could you harbor?

All of those musings came to rest when his name slipped from your lips one night. You were curled up in your bed, eyes tightly shut. He could tell you weren't asleep. Your breaths were shallow, slightly urgent, as were your heartbeats. There was a furrow in your brows as your cheeks burned with arousal.

You had just returned to your chambers after accompanying the archon at the Luhua Pools. This was often your state after fulfilling your duties. It was futile to deny how easily lust managed to overtake you. Perhaps Rex Lapis wasn't aware because no mortal ever dared to speak of him in that way, but everytime you untied his belt, you wondered if he had ever taken a mortal to bed.

Your archon was no stranger to lust. He recognized it in your eyes whenever you accidentally let it through. It was a different sort of experience, being the object of desire.

"What do you wish for, my sweet?" He asks. "Surely you must not take me for an ungenerous god."

"I don't have…" You trailed off.

Morax rose out of the water, letting it cascade down his chest and splash against the stone ledge. You swallowed. The predictable heat spread over you as your gaze swept down his body, resting where it what was obsured by the moving water.

"You do, dear. Whether you will ask for it, I would rather not wait and see, but you need not question it. It would be unfair of me to withhold what you deserve."

He leaned into you, lips ghosting over yours, but not allowing them to touch. He chuckled at how quickly you abandoned your words, eyes shutting like the sensitive petals of a glaze lily.

"You could never be unfair, my Lord."

"That is certainly a flattering presumption." He smiled appreciatively. "I grant you permission to use my name instead of my titles. You prefer to call me by name when you are alone, if I'm not mistaken."

Confusion rippled in your eyes for a moment before his words dawned on you.

"I don't mean any disrespect, my Lord."

The logistics of how he knew didn't even occur to you yet, but the fact that he knew what name you called him by in the privacy of your own chambers had you scrambling to clear your name.

"I am sure you don't intend it." He mused. "While speaking my name in that manner may indeed be considered disrespectful to some, I do not mind it from you."

"You don't mind?" Your face lit up.

He nodded. "You may consider it your first reward."

You drew in an anxious breath. "Morax?"

"Not quite how I imagine it would sound on your lips, but I do enjoy it." He remarked cryptically.

His face was still so close, much closer than he had ever been. Warm breath fanned over your skin. His hand took its time, patiently tracing a wet path from your cheeks, along your jaw, sweeping your hair over your shoulder to expose the curve of your neck.

In all the years of serving your archon, he had never touched you like this. Everywhere his hand visited, the fabric covering your body became translucent, soaked through with water. Your body trembled, mind wandering as your senses melted into an intimate haze. By the time his lips pressed into yours, you were already breathless.

At first, every kiss seemed to be counted. Be it on your forehead, your neck, or your shoulder, each one was laid with intent, a reward you had been waiting for. He delivered them without hesitation. The further they trailed away from your lips, the more generous and uninhibited they became. He showered your neck with attention, nipping gently and leaving faint marks. The occasional gasp escaped your lips as you arched your neck, allowing him more access to your skin. You unraveled so easily, he almost felt guilty for not rewarding you sooner.

You held your breath as his hand found the tie of your robe, pulling it loose. He peeled the soaked fabric away from your skin, finally letting his lips caress it without the obstructing layers. His teeth grazed your neck, stopping at your pulse. He abruptly bit down, causing your whole body to tense. Your heart raced in anticipation.

"Sensitive thing. Does that excite you?" He hummed.

You winced as he nipped you again, this time on your clavicle.

Your archon's hands were still busy with removing your clothes. He had to pull away briefly to finish the task. Your legs dangled over the edge, partially submerged in the water. He parted them effortlessly, standing between them as he brought you closer against him.

"If you don't voice your desires, how am I to know how to best reward you, hmm?" He stroked your face dotingly.

"Wouldn't a priestess of Rex Lapis be expected to rise above worldly desires?"

"I do not see it that way. You are still mortal and I will not hold that against you. Many want Mora from me. They want blessings, guidance, protection, all things they desire for me to do for them. Yet you, my sweet priestess…" His finger latch under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You have no desire for gains."

"I don't know what you're saying."

Your shame would simply not allow you to admit that you lusted after your archon, even if he just called you out for it.

"Still denying it, I see." He smiled, raising a hand to free your bottom lip from your bite. "That will not do."

A bewitching glow emitted from the depths of from his amber pools. Your eyes became cloudy for a brief second before regaining clarity.

"My dearest priestess deserves to speak her mind." His breath tickles your ear as he whispered into it.

You nodded, not feeling anything out of the ordinary despite being certain that he had just done something to you. Your mind quickly flitted over what it could possibly have been, settling on one of his lesser-known abilities as the God of Contracts.

In the earlier days of Liyue's establishment, Rex Lapis was known to oversee contracts directly. He enacted harsh punishments for those who broke them. In order to prevent undermining from happening, he was rumored to use adeptal arts to force competing parties to speak openly and honestly in order to reach a mutually beneficial agreement. He couldn't read minds, but with a mere glance, he could have them spill their most guarded secrets. Such was necessary when it came to ensuring a fair and transparent contract. You weren't sure if that applied to you, but if he had in fact used adeptal arts on you, you would have no choice but to speak what was actually going through your mind.

"Now tell me, what did you truly mean to say?" The archon questioned you again.

"I was afraid you'd be disappointed in me." You thought aloud. "My devotion has become an abomination."

"Even gods are not immune to lust. Don't be so hard on yourself, my sweet." He purred, clearly pleased with your answer this time.

"You don't find it repulsive? That I imagine you in that way?"

"There is nothing that deems it wrong for you to desire me…"

You drew in an unsteady breath as he lowered his lips onto yours. The kiss was slow, but persuasive. You found yourself opening up for him, inviting his tongue in to sweep against yours.

His hands didn't remain, lowering onto your shoulders, making their way down to rest on your hips. You mirrored his intensity, getting bolder and more unrestrained. He chuckled against your lips, the deep vibrations sending tremors down your spine. This was the effect a little forced honesty had on you.

Fingers danced along your thighs, tracing the curve of your waist. You sucked in an unsteady breath when you felt his hands reach your chest. He fondled the soft flesh, paying attention to the sounds you made and the expressions on your face, adjusting his pressure according to your response. When the kiss ended, your lips were free to let out whatever sighs and moans came to it.

"I can see why mortals are so taken with pleasures of the flesh. My dearest, does this feel good?"

"Morax…" You panted as he lapped at your glistening slit. "I should be the one pleasuring you."

"Nonsense. It is challenging enough for me to find a way to reward you. I will not have you refusing it under the premise of who should be satisfying who."

He pulled your waist towards him, inserting his swollen tip into your sopping hole. You whimpered at the immediate stretch, arching your back off the ledge.

"I may even consider making this a reoccurance for you if you enjoy it enough." He rambled on as his cock began to massage your insides. "It's not as if I do not derive pleasure from this. You may consider it a mutually rewarding experience rather than an exclusive one."

Despite Morax claiming it was mutually rewarding, you couldn't help but feel inadequate. He groaned from time to time, but it was mostly you making all the noise. He was barely breaking a sweat while you were rendered incoherent, sobbing and crying as if you were being bullied.

"Dear, are you sure you're enjoying this?" He asked you, concern lacing his deep voice. This was your first time and he didn't want to leave you with an unpleasant experience. "You sound like you could use a rest. Would you like me to stop?"

"No!" You gasped as he slammed into you again. The smooth ledge met your back each time you took him to the hilt. "Don't stop!"

Some rewards were practical and required nothing of the recipient. Others were back-breaking, but worth the extra mile. This one was the later. The pleasure Morax was able to bring you far surpassed anything you could ever manage on your own. Whether it was Morax's tongue or his cock, he was not only able to reach deeper, but grind up against those spots that made your toes curl. With each thrust, you felt your mind break a little. Before you could catch your breath, another orgasm crashed into you, leaving you drenched and exhausted.

You had already come apart multiple times, but it was clear he could go on for at least a couple more rounds. All of this was seemingly effortless on his part, as if he was simply lifting a finger.

"Can't… Morax…" You pleaded desperately.

He slowed his movements to take a good look at you. Tears clung to your lashes and cheeks. Sweat dampened your hair, plastering it against your face and neck. Your legs were limp and covered in your own slick. The sight awakened something sadistic in him, but he knew better than to indulge that dangerous spark for longer than you could endure. He didn't want your reward to become his regret.

"A little longer, my sweet…" He lips brushed against your tearstained cheeks. "You can take it, hmm?"

You nodded tiredly. Anything for your beloved archon. What's a lovestruck priestess supposed to do, especially when asked in such a tone?

The warm, gushing water gave you some alleviation as his hands gripped your waist. As soon as his pace picked up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and braced yourself. You didn't have to wait long. Once his warmth flooded your insides, a sense of relief washed over you.

"Thank you." He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead once he had you all cleaned up and wrapped in a dry robe.

"What kind of cruel tart would I be if I didn't return the favor even once?"

"Do you understand why I insisted on rewarding you now?" He chuckled.

"That's different."

"How so?" He hummed. "I see everything you do, my dear. You must allow me to repay you in some way. As the God of Contracts, I cannot allow for a debt to go unpaid, especially my own."

"You better get used to it then." You shrugged. "Favors, you can tally up. Emotions and sentiments, you can't. Do you expect anything from the commonfolk for the millenia you watched over them?"

"Indeed I do not." He thought about what you said, agreeing with your line of reasoning.

"If my happiness means anything to you, then just do what you can to protect it. Isn't that what you've always done? Why are you overcomplicating it, hmm?" You teased the old god, using his own mannerism.

"Honesty has made you bold." He chuckled. "You are lucky I find everything you do endearing."

You face flushed at the reminder. "When does it wear off?"

"I will miss it. Allow me to enjoy it for a moment longer."

"I'm getting the feeling these rewards you're giving me are more rewarding for you than they are for me."

"Some things can be mutually rewarding, my sweet. It just so happens that I also find immense pleasure in what brings you pleasure." He smiled innocently.

[dollgxtz]

Gosh I never thought this would happen to me but I have writers block yall 😞. I’m so nervous to post anything cause I feel like it’s not good. After Chapter 20 of HWE releases I worry about what I’m gonna post next.

I have a bajillion drafts but no inspiration to edit/finish them due to the sudden insecurity I have with my writing this SUCKSSS.

I knew this would happen eventually but damn if it’s not annoying??? I’m not new to writing or anything but this is the first time I’ve ever felt this bad. Maybe it’s cause I took a such a long break from writing due to being busy I have no idea 😭

Anyways just a little mini vent, just wanted to be transparent with yall. I’ll be okay!! I see your anon asks worrying about me and I just wanted to let yall know what was up!! I’m still active, just in a brain fog rn. Might try and post some shorter blurbs to get the creative juices flowing again :))

Love you all!!

[mintytealfox]

Norton lvl: Intimate

Alice....why are you asking questions that you already know the answer to orz You've only got three and this is what you choose orz Maybe she is just trying to freak him out a little with her 'I know you did it' I feel like we took 5 steps forward and then 500 steps back oh my gosh lol

----- but he EMOTED AGAAAIINNN:

His chat dialogue is pretty darn open and says a ton though 👀🙏 So maybe he wasn't too bent out of shape about this last 'mining accident' question pff

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The new Chat Dialogue: (He says a BOAT LOAD YALL!! LOCK INNN)

-Let's see, One, two...great, I've got four damn pennies left to my name. -How do I see the mine? It's just a grave we all dig for ourselves, 'cause we gotta survive. -You ever hear that old nursery rhyme? Two kids went to get water, one tripped and the other rolled down the hill... -Everyone's got a past they don't want anyone to know about. -If I came from your world, I'd want clean clothes too, sitting in a bright house listening to some teacher prattle on. But I ain't got nothing, so I work my ass off just to eat. -The hardest part of the job? Winter. The damn uniform's cumbersome and heavy, and the wind keeps blowing right through it. -People fear losing their wealth, but what really scares 'em is seeing a miner break free from fate. -My dream? Just to get the hell out of this miserable life. -That's enough. We've talked long enough, go find something else to do. (LOOOL) -Hmm, hey. (CUTE) -Lazy bastards just lie around drinking cat piss and eating coal dust. End up choking on it, or drunk and falling off the edge. (wait, you telling me he hates BEER?? and doesn't get DRUNK cause you ain't about to find him fumbling around and dying on accident?!) -Who the hell wants to live forever in this cold, damp, dark hole? -When I'm down in the mine, I always think every day as my last day. -I gotta climb, a little higher, just a little higher. -I can recognize a few words, but I can't stand all that whining nonsense. Folks who write stories don't know a damn thing. -Family? Don't remember much about 'em anymore. -A little sweetness can make a desperate man lose his damn mind. -Poverty, pain, lungs full of dust--yeah, that's my whole damn life. -Good weather? Hell, as long as the mine ain't caved in, that's the best weather you'll get. -If you can take the pain, pain's got no damn end. -Those rich pricks? Always making the poor suffer while they act like they're sprinkling love. -We climb in when the sun rises, crawl out when it's dark... Hell, even rats need a little sunlight. -One day, maybe I'll get myself a place with a roof, somewhere quiet, where I can sleep without worrying. (😭) -A miner's son's a miner, a poor man's son stays poor. Fate's like a damn curse that never lets up. -The bosses I've worked for? They all want to squeeze every last drop outta you, like a damn orange. -It ain't poverty that scares me, it's ending up like those old miners---dead in the mine, no roof over your head, and a squeaky old bed. -I don't expect much from the future, just getting through one day at a time is enough. -The sunset? It's like gunpowder going off in the mine. Boom! (too soon bruh LOL) -What do I like to eat? Bread, milk, tea....Uh, what the hell is foie gras? (HE LIKES TEEEEAAAAAA ;w; <3<3<3<3 and I wanted to know too lol its a "a French culinary delicacy consisting of the fattened liver of ducks or geese") -Tomorrow's another day. More work. More tiredness. More loneliness. Same old grind. ( ;A; ) -People always gotta pay for what they've done -My life? Can't say it's much different from a sewer rat's.

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

double take

pairing: stranger!jisung (??) x fem!reader

summary: based off of double take by dhruv <3

tags/warnings: jisung is probably headover heels, kind of rushed, type of thing to make your heart race turning red as i write this, not that proofread (as always)

a/n: guys im actually obsessed with how this turned out omg....erm anyways.... love yall <3

alternate version....

masterlist....

"boy, you got me hooked onto something, who could say that they saw us coming? tell me, do you feel the love?...."

The first time Han Jisung saw you, the world tilted slightly. You were sitting on a park bench, headphones over your ears, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you scribbled something into a notebook. The golden rays of the setting sun painted you in hues of warmth, and Jisung’s breath hitched. He’d only meant to take a quick walk to clear his head after a long day at the studio, but now he was rooted to the spot.

He took a double take, blinking as if to confirm that you weren’t some mirage conjured by his overworked mind. You were real. And you were beautiful.

The second time he saw you, it was raining. Hard. Sheets of water pelted the streets, and Jisung cursed himself for forgetting an umbrella. As he hurried toward the nearest coffee shop, drenched and shivering, he nearly collided with you as you stepped out.

“Oh, sorry!” you exclaimed, your voice soft but clear even against the drumming rain. Your eyes met his, and something inside him shifted.

“It’s okay,” he stammered, suddenly feeling every drop of water clinging to his skin. You held out a spare umbrella without hesitation.

“Here. You’ll catch a cold otherwise.”

He wanted to protest, but the sincerity in your gaze stopped him. “Thanks,” he said quietly, his fingers brushing yours as he took the umbrella.

Weeks passed, and Jisung found himself frequenting that same park and coffee shop, hoping for another chance encounter. It was unlike him to act this way—he wasn’t usually one for romantic daydreams. But there was something about you that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite put into words.

When he finally saw you again, it was at the park. This time, you weren’t alone. A small dog trotted beside you, its leash wrapped loosely around your wrist. Jisung’s heart raced as he debated whether to approach you. Before he could decide, your dog yanked the leash from your grasp and sprinted straight toward him.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you called, hurrying after the dog.

Jisung crouched down, catching the leash with ease. “Gotcha,” he said, chuckling as the dog licked his hand enthusiastically.

You stopped in front of him, slightly out of breath. “Thank you. She’s… a little too excited sometimes.”

“No problem. She’s cute,” he replied, glancing up at you. “Just like her owner.”

Your cheeks flushed, and Jisung’s own face burned as he realized what he’d just said. “I mean…”

You laughed, light and genuine. “Thank you. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Jisung,” he said, holding out a hand. When you took it, his chest tightened, and he couldn’t help but smile.

As days turned into weeks, you and Jisung grew closer. Coffee dates turned into late-night walks, shared laughter, and quiet moments of understanding. He learned about your love for music, how you’d spend hours lost in your own little world with a pair of headphones and a notebook. In turn, he shared his own dreams and insecurities, baring parts of himself he rarely showed anyone.

But there was always a part of him that hesitated, a small voice in the back of his mind that wondered if he was reading too much into your smiles and lingering touches. Were you just being kind? Or did you feel the same pull he did every time your eyes met?

One evening, as the two of you sat on that same park bench where he’d first seen you, Jisung worked up the courage to ask. The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, the air filled with the soft hum of cicadas.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I ask you something?”

You turned to him, your expression open and curious. “Of course.”

He took a deep breath. “Do you… ever think about us? About what we could be?”

Your eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, his heart plummeted. But then you smiled, reaching out to take his hand.

“All the time,” you admitted. “I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

Relief and joy flooded through him, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve been thinking about you since the day I saw you,” he confessed. “You… you make everything brighter.”

You squeezed his hand, your own smile mirroring his. “Then I guess we’re on the same page.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in twilight, Jisung leaned in, his heart pounding. And when your lips met, it was as if the universe itself held its breath, the moment stretching into eternity.

In that kiss, every unspoken word, every lingering glance, and every hesitant hope found its answer. And for the first time in a long time, Jisung felt complete.

hope yall enjoyed <3

todays writing playlist....

peaches by justin beiber and double take by dhruv (on repeat lmao)

*bold is explicit*

my playlist

taglist is open! please comment if you would like to be added <3

[heyyesimtrash-whatofit]

Any modern au headcannons for the Mincemeat gang?

Oh golly I love a good modern AU let’s see what I can cook up (this will be under a cut because yall know how I ramble)

Saw a fic in which Jean does standup comedy at lesbian bars and yknow what? Yeah I think she would. She’d also have a TikTok with clips of her shows and is pretty dang popular

Charles listens to podcasts. Bugs, amphibians, plants- you name it, he’s got a podcast episode for it. Not only are they a great way to learn but he also can listen to them while he works (ofc it’s a whole ordeal to get them onto a device other than his phone because government job and all, but Jean is tech savvy and helps)

Some time before Mincemeat (or the modern equivalent I suppose) Monty once lost a bet and came into the office with his hair dyed bright pink. Rocked it for as long as it took to wash out but gosh was it strange to see Monty with bright pink hair

Jean got the team all little pride pins. She understands not everyone is as open with their alignment as others, and that’s more than okay, but she thought it was a cute little gift. Everyone keeps theirs on them to some degree (inside of a briefcase/purse, on their wallet, etc etc)

While the gang don’t necessarily have all social media, they do all have at least one profile for one reason or another. Jean’s got it all, being a comedian and the tech savvy one and all. Monty has Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Charles has Instagram and Facebook. And Hester’s got Facebook. Jean convinced Charles and Monty to get more creative with their usernames because just having your name is boring.

Monty and Jean watch true crime documentaries. Sometimes on their own and they chat abt them during/after via text, sometimes they hang out and watch them together. They offered for Charles and Hester to join them, but they chose against it.

Little do they know Charles and Hester also have documentary nights, but theirs are less true crime and moreso history. Charles is partial to the ones that explore humanity’s effect on the world around us through history while Hester likes the ones about humanity’s historical records and how we view our own past. Both know more about the other’s interests (proper documentation and natural history) than they ever anticipated but they don’t mind

Jean knows many random, creepy oddball facts from her true crime binges that she can and will drop at random. There’s a period of time (before a certain Montagu shut it down) where she’s considered “like Bug Boy, if he was a girl and into different ways to kill people instead of bugs.” She took the title with pride

Someone on the team knows way more musicals than they think they do. I can’t decide if Charles, Monty, or Jean fits more, but one of them does. I just fucking know it.

Monty is convinced his genius, quote, “could’ve helped us end WW2 faster, I’m just saying. Look at us! We’re a phenomenal team!”

Cue “really? What would you have had us do?” “I dunno just kill Hitler probably.”

Ivor is still a communist. Monty gets sent memes about it at least once a week.

Charles is the most well traveled of the lot. Born in Australia, moved to Britain, and has been to America in some way. He was absolutely torn apart by other people in the office when he agreed with the visiting American pilot that no, you can’t drive from New York to Florida to California in a week. Got called a Yank and talked to in an aggressive American accent for a week. Honestly? He thought watching them try and do said accent was pretty funny.

Hester got a shirt for Christmas that reads “I love my work kids” in big bold letters. No one’s confessed who did it yet

Bevan got a matching one

Monty was very confident in his stance (for the Brits ofc) in the 100 Americans vs 100 Brits debate. Charles didn’t have the heart to tell him about his time in a Waffle House

Jean’s got a tattoo! She won’t tell anyone where or what it is but she’s got one! (It’s a small set of hearts drawn by her and her mother on her ribs/underboob)

There’s a picture out there of Jean, during her punk phase, with half her head shaved. She refuses to let anyone on the team find it.

Charles has his ears pierced. Rarely wears anything in them but hey, he’s got em

Jean talks in slang the most, followed by Monty, Charles, and Hester in that order

I think that’s abt all I’ve got for now. Come back in 24 hours and I might have more lol

[asraxfile]

—Unattainable potential

sypnosis You finally break your strict bosses demanding anf unattainable persona. pairing boss!Sakura x assistant!fem!reader genre fluff warnings ??? Strict behaviour?? wc 1.9k

A/n: again, its kinda rushed as the story goes but I hope yall get the story, enjoyy^^

As the sound of expensive but varied cars driving throughout the long streets of New York, you rushed as much as you could back towards your new workplace. Carrying a lot of things in your hands— freshly cooked lunch, 4 coffee cups, new planners and your own bag that was almost on the edge of falling off your shoulder. Not to mention your phone was ringing every time you finished a call. 

You started working in this company about 3 weeks ago and the job was already tough for you, but you could say you were getting used to the rush and stress. The problem was your boss— the real fatigue, Sakura Miyawaki.  

Your only job was to be her assistant. Since there's a lot of work, your boss Miyawaki couldn't organize and plan everything alone. So, she made the payment for her assistant quite high. Even you were confused on why the hell is your payment almost as high as the managers in the company? Until you realized how unattainable and strict Miyawaki was. 

Your shoes with a slight platform were on the edge of making you fall out of weariness, but you managed to stand still in the elevator. Looking at your watch, you were perfectly on time this time. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you looked up. The elevator door opened and you rushed towards your small desk close to your boss's door. Placing the planners next to your laptop as well as your bag and coffee cups. Well, you only took one for her. 

Before finally entering her office you took a deep breath. Millions of things rush through your mind but since you were finally there, you chose to stay calm. After knocking three times on the wooden door you heard a muffled “Come in.” 

When you walked in you were met by the view of the city from above, large windows placed just behind her chair as the room smelled fresh. With a small smile you placed the lunch and coffee on the side of her desk as her eyes met yours. “Thank you, L/n.” Miyawaki immediately took the coffee and drank it. 

But just as you thought she was in a good mood and just as you thought she would let you slide out of the room without any complaints, you heard the hum. 

“Gosh, didn’t I say I wanted extra sugar in… if I can call it coffee??” she rapidly lowered her tone down, roughly slamming the cup on her desk. “You’re lucky I don’t even have time to drink it,” you bit the inside of your cheek, preventing you from saying anything back. 

Slowly, you turned to face her once again, having a beaten smile on your face with no wrinkles at the corner of your eyes. You opened your mouth to speak before crossing your palms together. “I apologize Ma’am,” you stammer, “What I wanted to say as well is that I picked up the new ordered planners here,” you showed the way where your desk was “I’ll have them delivered to each department head.” 

“Yeah yeah, I didn’t ask you to tell me what your job is, dear.” She interrupts you as you watch her write something on the notes. Completely speechless you watched her eyes move up to meet yours and say the two words that made you feel devastated hearing. “That’s all.” 

It was her way of saying ‘get out’ or something like ‘get out of my sight’. And so, you obeyed and left the office. 

Composing yourself once again you managed to not slam the door of her office. You took a large breath in and a loser’s sneer spawned on your face as you brought your hand through your hair. “Told you she’s impossible,” your coworker, accounting department assistant— Kazuha Nakamura. You walked towards your desk, taking the planners in your hands. 

“There’s nothing I can do about it, right?” you pierced a small question at your acquaintance. Without any further words, Kazuha just shook her head with a small pout and also rushed to work, going the separate way than you. 

YOu could just sigh and walk over to every company’s department and deliver the planners. WHat also rushed through your mind was how she was so stubborn, your boss. It wasn’t so possible to break through her character, or was it? 

And so, you decided to do something about it. 

The passing days you managed to get on Miyawaki’s nerves as much as she got on yours. 

Whenever she complained about something, as if you already knew what she complained about, you took the thing she wanted and gave it to her. 

“Wasn’t I clear when I asked for 20 copies of these record papers for EACH department?” She stood up, the same seriousness filling her voice as she waited for your answer. Her tone was burning, but you noticed her eyes were just precisely waiting, as if she was testing you since day one. 

“Now if you had let me finish, I had all of them delivered to others, I gave you your record.” The calmness in your voice surprised your boss Miyawaki. You weren’t even hesitating nor were you hiding the calmness. 

That’s when the silence broke in. 

Miyawaki looked down on the papers placed on the desk before moving her head back up to meet your eyes again. A light surprised expression covered her face. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” the innocent smirk on your face made Miyawaki even more speechless. The tension between the tension was just rising. 

Quietly, Miyawaki sat back down and refused to look at you. Without saying her usual words, she mumbled. “You can leave now.” but you barely heard her. So, you walked straight out of her office with a proud smile. As you walked back to your desk you confused your coworker Kazuha with your cheerful expression. 

“Why so smiley?” Jazuha raised a brow, waiting for your answer. Until your eyes met hers, “I managed to get away from the usual complaints.” “Wait WHAT??” 

And so, as hours passed by, so did the sun. It was already evening, almost 9Pm and it was time for everyone to leave the company. Except you had some more work than usual so you stayed, wishing every one of your coworkers a good night before typing back on your laptop. 

The atmosphere was comforting when it was slightly darker than usual and when nobody was around, except for one person. 

Your boss, tired from a tiring day, came out of her office. She held her coffee cup in her left hand and a couple of papers and folders. At first you didn't notice her figure, but she surely noticed you. 

A slight yawn escaped Miyawaki’s mouth, a tired expression on her face as she spoke, walking closer to your table. “You’re still here?” She starts, putting the stuff that was in her hands on your table. She leaned on her hands who were both on your table. Looking at your eyes who were finally on hers. “Your shift ended an hour ago, what kept you here?” She softly spoke but with the still same teasingful tone. 

You turned off your laptop and looked under your desk for your bag. “Had to rearrange some things, nothing too serious.” reaching your hand to grab the bag you carry your laptop in, you were met by the silence in between you and your boss, Miyawaki. 

The silence was so clear but so sharp, as if someone between you two was hesitating about something. When you straight forward your sitting position once again, an unexpectable question echoes in your ears. 

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” Miyawaki stood there, still leaning on your desk. Her eyes burned with determination to find out the answer to her question. The weight of the question carried in your ears as you slowly looked at her.

Blinking two times you took a moment to answer. It was hard saying the truth in front of the one who was searching for it. “I was never actually afraid, just…confused?” you reply. “Confused, of what?” Miyawaki replied after a moment. Her voice was recognizably low, relaxed or perhaps— curious?

For a brief second you looked around before shifting your gaze back on her. Slowly you packed your stuff in your bag while standing up. “I was confused because of you,” you finally spit it out. The silence fueling the awkwardness to burn higher. “All the complaints and rants you’ve made just made me more confused than doubtful,” 

Miyawaki’s lips parted slightly. She was still leaning forward, her hands firmly pressed into the edge of your desk, until a small chuckle echoed through the empty hall. “You think I do all that on purpose?” she spoke, eyes searching your face.

You shrugged, forcing a smile. “I thought you enjoy having that kind of power over… everyone.”

The  silence this time wasn't sharp, it was truth worthy and comforting. “I’m not used to people talking to me like this,” she said after a pause, straightening her back. Her tone was clipped again—but there was a softness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Well, not without thinking I wanna control them.” Then, in that low voice she used when no one else was around, she spoke, “You’re not easy to read.”

You met her gaze eventually, with your mouth speechless and eyebrows furrowed from the sudden— opening up of her? 

“You see, acting that way I test my every employee, I wouldn’t act so…strict if I didn’t see the potential in you.” You blinked, unsure if you heard her right. Potential?

Her words hung in the air between you as you let out a small breath, somewhere between a laugh and disbelief.

“So... all that attitude,” you started, slowly and carefully, “was your way of saying ‘good job’?”

A faint smile played on Miyawaki’s lips, tired but real. “If I said that out loud, you might get lazy.”

You scoffed quietly. “Or maybe I’d just stop second-guessing whether I’ll get fired every time I bring your coffee.”

Miyawaki quietly chuckled at your response, “You need to add more sugar,” “What if you get diabetes from such sugar??” “Uhh, what if I don’t??” 

It was a small, human, playful act to laugh about, but the awkwardness in the silence was still occurring. There was, as if, Miyawaki still wanted to say or confess something. 

“No, but really.” her face was more serious now, but the same soft light in her eyes stayed. “I saw the potential in you and…” she looked down for a moment. “When you gave me the same attitude back, it made me realize you aren’t afraid of me.” her eyes traced the colors of your pupils—as if she was lost. You could only stare and slowly realize what has been on her mind. 

“I didn’t mean to challenge you,” you finally broke the tension. “Well at first I was just… surviving.”

Her lips twitched into a downturned smile, “And now?”

“Now,” you started carefully, “I think I’m doing more than that.”

The air between you thickened. Her gaze dropped to your mouth for the briefest second before flicking away, quick and sharp, like she was scolding herself for it.

She turned slightly, pretending to look at the papers she’d placed on your desk earlier. “Kazuha says you hate most of us,” a small exposure escapes your mouth as it catches Miyawaki’s attention to look back at you. “I didn't say that by the way…” your tone was once again playful, but it seems like it didn’t lighten the mood.

“Well most of my employees aren’t that likeable,” the harsh truth comes out of her mouth. The way she said it so lightly made you pop a question right back in response. “That means me too, or?” 

That’s when the same pause you occurred earlier today came back again. The pause Sakura Miyawaki never does with people, except for you. You could ask her anything and her usual cold, serious and strict personality was gone. As if she saw the colors you bring to her when you tease her with an attitude back these days. You were something more than just an employee. 

Her mouth parted at the question. “Not you.”

The silence that followed was warm this time. It clung to the space between you like a held breath—charged, full of something neither of you dared name out loud yet.

You tilted your head, stepping just slightly closer—not enough to cross any boundaries, but just enough to let her feel you weren’t backing away. “Then what am I?” 

That’s when she brought her bag over her shoulder and walked closer to you. Her slightly taller figure bent over yours as she pulled in—you didn’t even dare to flinch. 

She kissed you, softly and lightly on the cheek as she held the other side of your head. Her warm breath against your skin sent you butterflies down your stomach when she spoke with a sweet smile.

“You’re someone I started liking my job more for.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the truth that was as warm as her kiss on the cheek. You swallowed, trying to steady the sudden rush of emotion, eyes locked on hers as the world seemed to narrow down. 

She hurriedly walked away, through the exit hallway. You stood frozen for a moment with the words still echoing in your mind like secret. Her sudden retreat down the hallway left a gentle ache in your head, wanting to call her back, to say something—anything—but the moment had slipped away, delicate and fleeting.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you ran a hand over your cheek, still tingling from her touch. Somehow, the weight of the day had lifted, replaced by something light, hopeful, and unimaginably unexpected.

It was a start of something new, something neither of you have the guts to admit for now. You gathered your things slowly, replaying that kiss and the indirect confession. A warmth spread through your chest that was steady and calming.

The feeling when you knew you broke into your bosses unattainable personality and she perfectly matched your playful one.

[thevoidscreams]

Hello, can I request some wild sanguinius? I am attracted to his bloodlust being a predator and he asked me how it would be if he does it in that state with his beloved or even with leman in Mating Press March

Day eleven I got a case of brain rot on this one and had to do something. So yall get post battle Sangy. Also sorry for another short one I was running around all day and still feeling like shit.

Pairing: Sanguinius x reader

Warnings: Blood, Animalistic sex, sex in a thunderhawk, descriptions of violence (not towards you)

Three weeks, three agonizing weeks.

Sanguinius's nerves were shot as he landed, his mind a mire of dark and sinister things. Blood, flesh, death, consumption, lust.

Three weeks since he'd last seen you, the battling was too dangerous on the ground for you to be there. But not that the fighting was at a lull he was confident that you would be safe.

In his arms, you'd always be safe.

"Bring her to me." Sanguinius rumbled. His son nodded, not needing to ask who. It was his mother, of course. The Mother of angels. The wife of Sanguinius.

The order was sent up the line till it was in the right hands to have you ferried down to your husband's side.

It didn't take long. The adrenaline of battle had waned slightly, replaced by a new sensation. The need to claim. The need to have and to sow, not only destroy.

Three weeks, he kept thinking of blood and smoke and too little rest, too little comfort.

But soon he would have you. He would have you to hold and to kiss and to bed again and again.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on the sky from where he knew the thunderhawk would return. He ran his tongue over his canines and daydreamed about you. "Father? Are you alright?" A younger blood angel asked and Sanguinius nodded. "Quite, I am just.. eager to see your mother again." "You must love her very much." "I do." He nodded and smiled down at his son, shifting his weight from one foot to another. The sound of roaring engines drew his gaze back to the sky. His wings fluffed in anticipation and he nearly took to the sky to intercept the ship to get to you faster, but he did not for fear of damaging the vessel and causing you harm. It landed and Sanguinius approached, his hearts hammering as he knew what awaited him within. Hauling open the door he entered, your personal escort of astartes turning and giving their father his due respect. "All of you out. I need some time to speak with your mother privately."

They didn't argue, stepping from the hawk without a question asked. They knew better than to impede on their gene sires alone time with his wife. The door hissed shut behind him leaving you both alone. "Sanguinius, I've missed you so much." You went to him, careful not to put your hand in a patch of blood. Which wasn't easy. "As I have you my dove." His body was trembling with need. The fighting was done for now. Now it was time for something else. "Gosh, Sangy, your armor is almost as red as our sons." You chuckled. Yes, your sons. Both of yours, Sanguinius adored how much his sons seemed to care for you.

Sanguinius fell to his knees taking you in his arms as he listened to the sound of your laugh. He hadn't heard anything so sweet in weeks. "Please, my dove, I know we've just reunited. But I need you." You nodded, needing him as well. There was a wild sort of desperation in his eyes that you recognized immediately. It was the same one you often saw after he returned from battle. "Of course my love. Let me just undress and then-"

He pounced without a moment's warning. Your back was on the floor and he was pulling his codpiece away with reckless abandon. shredding the body glove underneath with it. His fangs sank into the rich cloth of your dress, and with a jerk of his head was reduced to scraps of ragged fabric.

"Sangunius!" You gasped in shock. His tongue ran up your body, growling in frustration when he was impeded by the bra baring your chest from him. Sanguinius tore it away, the fabric and padding sundered as if they were nothing more than tissue paper. His tongue began again, his teeth snagging your underwear as he pulled it to lacey pieces.

Your fingers grasped at his golden locks. Your voice cried out wordlessly as he dug in, lapping at your entrance like a starving animal. The coppery scent of the dried blood on his armor made your head spin, and it certainly wasn't helped by the pleasure your husband was pressing upon you from between your legs. His name spilled from your lips in a whine as he let his tongue drift up farther, lapping over your body, tasting your skin. His cock throbbed, painfully hard as he locked his lips with yours, You could taste your own juices, and blood. Whose it had been you would never know. He would never tell, you would never ask. His cock pressed against your wet heat and he growled pushing into the tight clinging walls of his love after three weeks of being apart. He took your legs and easily pressed them up against your chest, holding them there with his body. Your hands went to his cheeks, your thumbs running over them in a quiet form of affection. "Oh my dove." He purred, eyes fluttering shut. "How I've missed you." Your reply ended abruptly as he pulled out and thrust back in. Your head fell back unto the cold metal floor as he fucked you. It was not gentle as it so often was, but animalistic and needy. His voice raised as he raked his finger over the floor, searching for some sort of purchase to stabilize himself. His wings shivered behind him, brushing the walls as he let out the pent up need that had been building.

All the blood he'd spilled, all the lives ended by his hands had been done for you. Outwardly they'd been for the imperium, for his father's dream. But that wasn't the reason in his hearts. Every time he'd closed his eyes he'd see you. Smiling up at him with a bundle of joy in your arms. Safe on yet another world brought to compliance by the efforts of himself and your sons. He loved how you took to them so immediately and how naturally the title of mother had come to you. Soon he would see you taking to the title in a whole new light.

You were panting and moaning under his armored body, practically squished against the floor as he pressed you down. Your walls clenched around him and he felt you cum at the same time you screamed his name. Your mind lost to the pleasure of taking your husband's cock after being apart for so damn long. "Yes, Dove, come for me." He growled, his voice rumbling through you. The utter bliss on your face drove him to the edge and he slipped over it, his wings flaring and beating against the walls of the thunderhawk. He poured his love into you, physically, emotionally and verbally. Petting your hairs as he cooed how much he loved you, adored you, needed you.

It wasn't how you had expected your time with him to go. At least not right away. Sanguinius rolled onto his back carrying you with him. You raised your head and laughed a little. "And here i was thinking i had missed you the most." Sanguinius kissed up your throat lovingly. "I have been needing you every day for three weeks." "So I see." You looked around and laughed some more. It looked like someone had taken a chain blade to a giant goose. "We made quite the mess." Bloodstained feathers littered the floor and Sanguinius looked around, joining you in your laughter. It felt good to laugh with such happiness. "That we did my dove. That we did."

He picked you up after a time and wrapped you in the fur that had hung from his armor. You didn't want to go, but there was clean up left to do. He promised to have you sent for again as soon as he possibly could.

Leaving the ship, his armor back in order his sons didn't quite look at him. Their cheeks red with embarrassment. But then again they hadn't been expecting their parents to rock a thunderhawk."Well my sons. shall we get back to it?" They all nodded eagerly and Sanguinius suppressed an amused smile knowing they'd likely never forget this. And the primarch wondered, just how those who had been close by would react when he and their mother inevitably announce the arrival of a new sibling. With a sigh he put the amusing thought aside and returned to his duties.

[castlebyersafterdark]

Hello babes ❤️😊 I often journal about my day to day, and do a lot of write-ups about major events, things weighing on my mind, or retrospectives. The turning of the New Year is as good an event as any to write and reflect, so I'm posting a CastleByersAfterDark themed journal online to my dear blog to start off 2025. Thoughts, thanks, and resolutions/goals:

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The last year has been such a game changer. I wasn't having very much fun online anymore which was bothersome for me, since fandom and nerding out over stuff I'm into has been one of main hobbies since I was really young. I still was massively invested in Stranger Things but felt stagnant and burnt out as all I was doing was scrolling and reading and was kinda bored. Found a few blogs on the "spicy" side and the gossip side and lurked with intrigue and envy. Tired of watching and never interacting, I created The Castle and joined all the fine folks I admired. My maelstrom of an imagination finally had a place to process and settle again.

This blog took on a life of its own - where I thought I would use it to simply track ideas for wips and maybe converse with other writers, I never anticipated this interactive space where we can all hang out and chat and share secrets and be totally open at our pseudo, perpetual sleepover online with friends both named and anonymous, from all over the globe. The content might get strange or emotional or filthy or silly here, but I never feel alone in letting my nerdom or freak flag fly and I hope many of you feel the love I certainly feel here and enjoy joining in and doing the same. Fandom feels a lot different than it did when I was thirteen years old, but this corner of the fandom has captured that old school magic. Creativity and freedom and connection.

In 2025, I look forward to this wonderful show we love airing and getting to experience the final season after immense anticipation. I eagerly await watching our beloved Will and Mike play out their beautiful storyline on screen. I am excited for all of the mysteries to unravel and finally be understood and to discover which theories were correct and what none of us could have predicted. I'm anticipatory about seeing a slow burn romance play out and pay off between two boys in an unexpected era and to feel joy and catharsis from a storyline I did not expect in a mainstream show. I look forward to the fun and peace to follow once the truth is finally known without a shred of doubt. I don't plan on going anywhere. Going to be a long year. And nebulous time after. Looking forward to continuing to theorize and draft ideas and hear visions and gab about the actors and Byler. I have so many stories to post. Incredibly happy to be here hanging out with yall. ❤️🫂🫶

REALITY

Something... major... happened to me this past year. Hmm. Wonder what that was? Oh, right. That man of mine decided I'm ok enough and put a ring on it. Hahaha I kid, you all know by now that we are madly in love 😉 2025 I will be married! Gosh. It's been months. Still cannot believe.

We're getting married in the summer and I'm also leaving the country for the first time for our honeymoon. Excited, nervous, filled with joyous anticipation. I always wanted to be someone's boyfriend - check. Found my absolute perfect person and we've helped each other become better people and be the best versions of ourselves. Soon, I will be and have a husband which is the most surreal thing, to have each found our The One, our soulmate. Mentally, I'm telling teenage me "you'll never believe what happens - everything you dream about comes true. Hold on for me, bud." 💙💙

RESOLUTIONS/GOALS

Write more. FINISH writing projects. Stay creative. Practice practice practice art. Continue to strive to be kind. And be kinder to myself. Be more present in real life and ensure time spent on hobbies is time spent worthwhile. Have fun and stay out of discourse. Never stop learning and enjoying the pursuit of knowledge.

Follow the colors as mantra. 🏳️‍🌈 Sex 💗 life ❤️ healing 🧡 sunlight 💛 nature 💚magic and art 💙 serenity 💜 spirit 💖 PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL FOR 2025 😘😘😘

[vvikissmars]

I written a story..so if it’s a little wonky..I tried my best!! But I want to know what some of yall think of it..! And I made this in class so..😭

April 19, 1979

I was walking to the record store after a long day of school. My favorite band Journey is going to be there signing many things. I love Journey so much..gosh..I love their new lead singer..Steve Perry. He’s just so charming..and his voice, gosh his voice is amazing. Stop this Ximena! I need to calm down..I walked in and holy it was packed. I tried to walk, but instead kept getting pushed around. “Watch it kid”. A man with no hair growled at me. “Yeah, right..sorry.” I let out a sigh and mumbled to myself “I’m 17”. I have a face of a baby and not to mention I’m 5’1..I just wish everyone knows I’m not a little kid.

I tried standing on my toes, walking around, I tried everything to see Journey…to see Stephen Ray Perry. Suddenly, I got pushed out the door “You’re shitting me!!” I yelled out to where I got looks. I sighed and tried to go back in the door. “Hey, wait in the line like everybody else!”. A man with a chipped tooth said angrily. “But I got pushed out! I’m supposed to be in there!” I told the one chip tooth man..The man and everyone else that’s annoyed gave me looks. I closed my eyes and muttered “..what a schmuck”. I walked and walked, felt like days..till I finally reached the end. When I got there, a group of boys rushed in front of me and pushed me…laughing while doing so. I rolled my eyes and mumbled to myself “Didn’t y’all’s parents teach yall any respect.”

I checked my watch “40 minutes!?” I mumbled. I started getting annoyed but this is for Journey..! Steve Perry is here..and in there!! Hours and hours. Still so much people in front of me. Can’t a girl just see her man! Later it was 6…gosh..my mom is going to kill me when I get home! I looked up, still a lot of people. I started humming ‘Death On Two Legs’ by Queen. The clock reached 10…there’s only those boys in front of me. They walked in and came out smiling, so excited, holding signed vinyls. Neal, Gregg, Smitty, Ross…Stevie. I sighed, but started getting excited to walk in. “Finally” I thought to myself. With one step..the store owner came to the door. “Sorry kid, no more Journey items..they’re calling it a day”. I heard the guilt in Mr Trixles voice. “But..Mr Trixle.! I been waiting here since 3:45! It’s now 10:30! Please, there must be something in there..Journey..”. My voice started cracking making him guilty “Sorry kid”. He stepped back and locked the door, all the lights in there turning off.

I couldn’t believe it. Are you kidding me! I stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground. My back was against a hard, brick wall. My knees to my chest. Then tears started falling out. I knew this was childish but I can’t help it. I love their music so much..their music saved me during the hard times. The time it 12 A.M. my eyes were red and puffy from all the tears. I sighed and got up and heard 4 people walking my way. I got up and hid somewhere in the dark shadows. “Gosh. The fans were crazy today!” A familiar voice spoke. “At least we know we have fans!” ..is that..it can’t be. “So where’s Steve?”. Gregg Rolie’s voice spoke!?. “He’s in his hotel room right now. He needed a break.” Neal Schon replied. This can’t be..Journey is coming my way? “Damn, we were going to get drinks too!” Ross Valory said out loud. “Just give him some time.” Smitty told them. This can’t be..no..no, this isn’t Journey..right? I sat back down trying to get my act together…then the footsteps stop in front of me. “Hey kid, you alright” I looked up to the man who spoke..Neal Schon. I didn’t know how to react, I was about to speak until Ross did “Hey! Nice Journey shirt!”. “Ross, you’re getting too loud” Gregg said while glaring Ross. “What! I’m not do-“ Ross got interrupted by Smitty “So a fan..I see?”. I nodded “Yes sir”. They all smiled and Neal put his hand out to help me up. I took it and stood up. “Thank you”. Gregg looked at me “So what’s your name kid.”. “Im Ximena..I’m 17.”.

Ross lift his eyebrows “..No way you’re 17.” Smitty punched his shoulder. “What! She doesn’t look anywhere near 17!” Ross said, looking at Smitty. Gregg, Neal, and Smitty gave Ross a look..making Ross muttered “Assholes” and looking away. “Do you have a place to stay?” I watched Neal say. Wait..maybe…they’ll take me with them..gosh, I’m so sorry momma. “..no..I have no where to go.” I mumbled..no way I just lied about that. I watched all their faces soften, I didn’t know if I should feel guilty or happy about them being here. Gregg hesitated but spoke “Do you want to go back to the hotel we’re staying at..? I know there’s an extra bed in Steve’s room”. I almost got so happy but I couldn’t show them..so I quickly nod “That sounds nice.”

We all walked to the hotel..fancy..! Anyway, they smelt like cigarettes, whiskey..just..I wish I carried my perfume on me. We walked into the elevator..standing there quietly..awkwardly. Just great. Then my eyes opened wide, disgusted at the sound of someone farting. We all looked at Ross “It was her” Ross pointed to me. “Ross, that smells horrible” Gregg glared at Ross. When reached the 3rd floor and walked to a room..a “Reserved For Stephen Perry”..room. I started getting excited but acted nonchalant. Neal knocked on the door. There was no answer..he knocked again, but harder and faster this time. There were footsteps approaching the door, then it opened. “Yes?” You couldn’t see the person since the room was pitch black..but it sounded so much like Steve, a tired Steve a matter of fact. Ross was about to speak..probably something stupid but Smitty spoke up. “We found this fan outside on her own..her name is Ximena. She needs a place to stay..for a little while. But we all knew you had an extra bed in your room..so we brought her here.” Steve finally took closer steps..oh my gosh he’s so charming. “…umm yeah, she can stay in my room.” Oh my lord. I wanted to scream and just jump into his arms.

The guys said their goodnights and Steve walked me in the room. “You can have that bed” he said, pointing to the one by the window. “..thank you.” I mumbled..still trying to be nonchalant. I can’t let him know I’m practically obsessed with him! I sat down in the bed while he was propped up on his. “I like your shirt..Ximena.” He said with his gorgeous smile plopped on his face. “..thanks” I mumbled. He looked down, messing with his fingers and sucking his front teeth. “How old are you, Ximmy?” I was shocked at the nickname but then remembered my age. I’m still 17! Hey..I’m only 17…17..I can show you love..like you never seen. That doesn’t sound bad for a song..focus!! “…I’m 26..” Steve raised his eyebrows “Wow..you look much younger.” He smirked “So what’s your secret” I got nervous and started speaking fast “What secret!? There’s no secret!”. Gosh, that’s embarrassing. “Hey, hey, calm down! I was talking about your age and how young you look..but I’m 29”…very charming for a 29 year old. I looked down as he looked away. Lord..just come get me already.

I woke up in the middle of the night and my mother’s worried face went straight to my head..gosh I’m an idiot. I carefully got out of bed, watching sleeping Steve. Oh my gosh! Stop watching him! I scurried away, carefully opening the door until I hear a groggily voice “What’s that sound..?”. My eyes flew open, I turned around to him hoping he’s not looking at me. But instead..we made eye contact. “What are you doing?” He said, while switching the lamp on making himself try to adjust to the light. I tried to make an excuse but what? Nothing came to mind. “I was going to go on a walk..” I said to him..hesitantly. I saw his eyes flicker to the clock and back to me. “At 2 am?” My mind was racing through a million of things. “..I do this everytime it’s..2 am”. I’m so stupid I swear. His eyebrows twitched..he didn’t believe me at all. “Then I’ll go with you” I felt myself blush but looked away to hide it “..you don’t have to” I mumbled but I already heard him get up and throw his shoes on.

We were walking quietly but not awkwardly. “So Ximmy…where are you from?” I put my hands in my pockets. I really wasn’t from here…California. “..im from a small town in Texas, right on the coast.” He continued walking while looking at the ground, a smile crept onto his face. “Texas huh? Why’d you move here?”. I was about to say my mother brought me to a new school..but he thinks I’m what..26. “I wanted something new.” His eyebrows shot up and a smirk popped up in his face “So California….”. He got silent, still walking by my side. “Do you have family here?” He asked me, his voice soft and..charming. I didn’t want to lie no more but he thinks I don’t have a place to stay. “No family at all..that’s why I moved here. I had to get away from them and follow my own dreams.” His face softened and a frown showed up. I couldn’t help but feel guilty. “I’m sorry about that Ximmy…how bout..you stay with me and the band..ya know. For as long as you would like.” I smiled at what he said “Really!? I mean..I don’t want to cause trouble.”. I was excited at first but what would the others think? “It’s okay, I care about you, we all do. Hell, stay with us until you’re 50”. We both aughed and walked back to the hotel

We made it back to the hotel safely and tiredly. We were heading to the elevator until we had seen a lady flirting with Gregg..and let me tell you something, Gregg looked very annoyed. Gregg seen steve and I standing there by the elevator doors. Giving us a look of “Help. Me.” Steve and I glanced at each other and smirked, looked back at Gregg and put confused faces on acting like we didn’t know what he was trying to tell us. Gregg started getting more pissed. Steve and I walked into the elevator smirking, right when the doors closed we had heard Gregg start yelling out of anger. Me and Steve burst out into laughter. “Oh my goodness! Did you hear that!” I spoke to Steve, laughing. Steve laughed and nodded his head.

We finally settled down and the elevator had randomly shook. Steve noticed my scared face and wrapped an arm around my waist “shhh..it happens sometimes. You’ll be fine”. He assured me..his voice soft and sweet. Then I realized where his arm was. Oh my gosh..stop..calm down! When we arrived to the room, the time said “4 AM” I walked into the restroom while Steve laid down on his bed. I finally walked out..tired as hell. I kicked my shoes off and didn’t even notice I laid down next to him. His face turned surprised and noticed I was already asleep. He smiled and let out a small chuckle. Steve got up and took my shoes off and threw them by the door. Gently laid on the bed next to me. Couldn’t help but wrap his arms around me, with my head resting on his chest. Subconsciously, I snuggled more into him, smelling his scent. A smile showed up on his face and held me till his sleep took him away.

I woke up 30 minutes later. The time saying “5:00 AM”. I sighed and noticed the position I’m laying in. Oh. My. Gosh. I started feeling excited, my face on his bare chest, smelling his hot scent. I started moving a bit. “You up?” I froze when I heard his voice. He chuckled at my reaction and sat up, pulling me into his lap. He noticed I was tense..and just knew I was getting excited. “..sorry if I woke you..” my voice soft and nervous. “It’s okay..I was already awake..” he replied back to me. I settled back against his chest and looked up at him with soft eyes and started thinking..he still doesn’t know I’m 17..I couldn’t help but feel so guilty. He looked back into my eyes..beautiful eyes. We stayed like that for a while until he when in for a kiss. I was surprised but kissed him back. The kiss lasted long..longer than I expected.

April 20, 1979. 6 AM

Steve and I were on the bed. Our clothes messy, lying in his arms, my soft skin pressed up against his smooth skin. What did I do. I looked up at him and noticed he had fallen asleep. I let out a smile and then remember I’m 17. My smile wiped away fast. I started feeling guilty and embarrassed. Later, they were all in a small cafe with me sitting there with them. “So..how did it go with the 17 year old Steve?” Ross asked Steve. My eyes shot open, no, no, no..this can’t be happening. Steve’s eyebrows shot up, confused “17..?” Neal, Gregg, Ross, and Smitty looked at each other. Neal spoke up “She��s…17, Steve.”. I’m so done for. Steve’s eyes shot out at me and back to the 4 men. “She’s 26..what are you guys talking about?”.

Ross looked at Smitty, Neal looked at Gregg, and so on. Then they all looked at Steve. “Steve..she’s 17, she told us.”. Steve’s face had a mixture of shock and anger. He looked at me and I didn’t dare to make eye contact. “…look at me” his voice low and rough. Why can’t the lord just take me already. I settled down and looked at him. “Is that true..?” His voice sounded sad. I couldn’t lie…not no more. I looked down and nodded, not baring to look at him. “Oh my God”. I heard him say. He then snatched my wrist..his face concerned and scared “You didn’t stop me!?”. I was confused on what he was talking about till…oh…the best time of my life! Stop this Ximena! “..I’m so…so sorry..”. Everyone’s eyes shot up. Gregg spoke “…didn’t stop you from…oh my god..don’t tell me..” Steve started panicking “Excuse me” he got up quickly and rushed into the men’s restroom.

I was looking down..completely upset and guilty. I could feel the rest of their eyes on me. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing..no words came out. I got up to leave but then a cold voice shot my way “Sit.” Of course it was Gregg saying something. I looked at them..a disappointed stare from all 4. Sitting back down..so much tension. “Kid..what the hell!” I looked up to see Smitty speak. “Why the hell would you lie to him about your age!? That’s not right!” Ross shouted. Gosh..the whole cafe was staring. This was all too much, everyone was right. I am just a kid. Not a mature 17 year old. Only if I told the truth everything would be okay. But I didn’t..I lied about almost everything. I looked up at them..tears in my eyes. “..I-I’m sorry..I’m so sorry”. My voice cracked like crazy. I seen all of their expressions soften. “Ximena..you just don’t do that..you don’t lie about your age. And he’s 29 for crying out loud! You shouldn’t be doing that with him when you’re 17!” Gregg told me..I could hear he was trying to not scare me..but I was completely shooked up.

Tears bursted out. I couldn’t help it…I’m such a fool. Oh my mother. I haven’t spoke to my mother! I just wanted to crawl into a deep hole and stay there..for the rest of my life. My eyes went to the floor, a sob came out. I felt Ross’s arm wrap around me. Greggs hand was on my shoulder and Smitty sat close to me. Neal got up and walked into the restroom to find Steve.

Steve seen Neal walk into the restrooms. Neal walked to him and patted his shoulder “You alright, man?” Neal’s voice soft and gentle. Steve looked down and shook his head “She lied to me..I’m so stupid.” Steve’s voice was full of guilt. “It wasn’t your fault, don’t put yourself down like that. You had no idea about her lying.” Neal assured Steve. “Neal..I can’t walk out there. It’s embarrassing. I just know Ross will say something, trying to make a joke.” He told Neal. “I’ll catch Ross if he does, but the kid is crying right now, Steve..you should go talk to her, privately” Steve looked up at Neal when he spoke that. Steve was pretty nervous but he nodded.

Part 2..?

Notes: this was my first time writing so if it’s all over the place. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME!! And if words are scrambled up and just completely wrong…OOPS. I know there should’ve been more detail but I was trying to get finished fast. Fill free to leave your opinion in the comments or message me privately. I’d like to hear what everyone thinks! And let me know if anyone wants a part 2! Thank you!!

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

So I decided on a first fan fiction idea, what's it gonna be? Angst, of course. Pure angst. Why? I found the perfect inspiration Song,

I know it's over, by the smiths. My first thought was like omg. So prepare to suffer in this first Fan Fiction. The time line of the song and stuff doesn't match but imagine it does. It's a Eddie Munson x reader angst (maahahahah) I'm so mean. But this is also how I cope with a comfort character loss.

You were the dream I woke up from way to soon.

It's been the summer of 1983 when you meet Eddie, he was, well, special?

He had weird habits like chewing his hair on occasion when he's nervous, you found it endearing.

Eddie didn't care about fitting the mold, he didn't care about the Monster of Hawkins High on his heel.

You two meet in the most stupid way possible, you used to stay under the radar for your own good, but one class he decided to crack the most dark and kind of disrespectful joke you've heard in a while. And your humor, made you snort and got you both expelled for 3 days.

You both were sent to the principals office, you hanging your head feeling slightly ashamed, especially cause this was a first time thing, you never got expelled before. While he, took it rather casually and kept rambling all the way to the office. When the both of you sat infront of the principal, he sassed around making you snort and giggle, which caused the expelling in the first place. You would've just gotten detention but well what can I say.

When the principal send you away to go home ASAP, Eddie just followed you to your locker, much to your confusion.

"Why are you following me?"

"Oh just thought I haven't seen you here before so I'm trying to jog my memory, are you new?" He asked. Gosh it kinda hurt.

"No actually I've been here for almost two years now. Uh just you know stayed under the radar." You said awkwardly, at least you actually stayed under the radar?

"Oh..well damn, if I knew a pretty girl with dark humor went to this school sooner, I would've made you laugh a long time ago"

'God, is he flirting right now??' That's all that went through your mind.

Days went by, Eddie always around you, those 3 days of being expelled and him suggesting to hang out since you both got in trouble together so 'it's only right to be expelled together too' really did wonders.

You went to his trailer the second day of being expelled, you both got a bit high and had some real deep talks, no idea why but a lot was laid open (lmao), the both of you grew close over such a short time.

Those days became weeks, then months, and eventually it was the year 1984.

His year, like he said. He got to know this girl called Paige (yall she's from the book flight of icarus, check it out it's actually so good) you started to lose one another slowly, you wouldn't say you're jealous, but you were disappointed when suddenly the deep feelings you shared started feeling one sided.

So the both of you grew apart, days turned to months again. Till she left, which, not to sound rude, you were so happy about. But Eddie was still not around like he used to be, yeah he glanced at you whenever you were around. He did that while Paige was around as well, but he never approached you, and it hurt.

So since he was a coward, seeing him at one of the frat parties wasn't the usual sight.

He was dressed the same but so different, he wore a iron maiden tank top (which he sloppily cut the sleeves off) and dark blue jeans and his usual sneakers and bracelets etc.

He had pulled his hair together and fuck, he never looked better.

You got a bit tipsy which made you a bit to confident so you went to him.

"Well Munson, we need to fuckung talk!"

"Oh hi uh sure what about?" He asked fumbling with his rings.

"Not here,come on" you grumbled pulling him out of the house to the small backyard where a few teens laid passed out on the grass and the slide (don't drink yall).

Huffing you sat on the stairs as he hesitated before sitting down too.

Just silent he waited for you to speak. Minutes went by and you felt the rage and sadness of him dropping you starting to resurface.

"Fuck what were you thinking!? Heck we got along so well, then that Paige girl shows up, she's all you talk about for days then suddenly you don't talk to me at all anymore. Following her like some dog while I was drowing in the feelings I have for you and feeling the feelings you had for me vanish so fast!" You practically scold him as you gathered up the courage and blurt it out, tears slipping a little as you stand up with an annoyed groan.

"I thought you liked me, like some idiot!"

Just silent, he just stared at you.

You waited and waited and snapped.

"Fuck,will you say something!? It wasn't difficult for you to yap to her!"

You were slowly losing it, you felt betrayed all over again,he couldn't even spare you a simple response or rejection.

He slowly started.

"What do you mean with feelings you have? And feelings I had?"

"Oh please, don't play dumb, the fact we always flirted, or the amount of times I caught you tempted to kiss me! God Eddie, please tell me it wasn't all in my head!?"

He just stared at his hands playing with his rings, thinking of what to say.

"Oh damn it...you know what forget it!" You mumble hurt and annoyed, you just confessed to get nothing in return. Stupid. So you walk back up the stairs, past him, back into the house, past all the party goers and walked the miles back home. Your feet aching already but you didn't care, you felt so much you just wanted to get it out of your mind, and let your poor heart rest.

It's taken days of you ignoring Eddie in school, as he practically ran after you like a puppy whenever he got the chance. You grew tired of it, it felt like being mocked for some reason. You saw yourself, trying so hard for his attention when Paige showed up, you didn't blame her, she was gorgeous, you probably would've done the same if you were in Eddie's shoes. But knowing that you ran after him in school during those days and he always hit you with the "Sorry I got plans" or "ah damn um I can't come after all Paige told me she was free today" etc.

But he still managed to grab you to the side after school, you walked past the football field where he sold behind the small tree line. He took the opportunity to pull you away.

"Please, will you please hear me out!?"

"Hear you out? What do you want me to listen to? You swooning some more over Paige? No big pass"

"No! God will you stop!? I'm sorry okay! I was so naive she told me she could help make me and the band famous. I really thought I could do it. I completely neglected you and I see that now, and I wish I didn't. You're so damn important to me. Please believe me." He rambled, holding your wrists, like he was scared you'd walk away if he didn't. Like you've done for days.

"I confessed to you Eddie, you didn't even say anything when I did. You just stayed silent and I deserve better. So fuck, I don't care what you have to say now, the ship sailed a long time ago and you missed the chance!"

"God Sweetness please don't say that"

You could feel your heart clench at the nickname he had given you a few weeks after you two officially meet. It has been so long since the last time you heard him say it.

"Don't call me that! We're not close like that anymore. You obviously don't want me the way I want you so just drop it."

You already freed you hands about to walk away when he rambled it out.

"I WANT YOU, fuck I wanted you since the day you sat down next to me in that class, and I finally got the guts to talk to you when you laughed at my joke. When we got expelled. Damn, I- I don't know what I thought I was doing when I pushed you away, I didn't mean to...but I want you, fuck, the amount of times I wanted to go to you and tell you about what I manged to get done and knew I couldn't because it would be so out of no where you'd probably feel worse about it..if I came to you to talk about Paige..so I didn't...I'm so sorry Sweetness, believe me"

You just shook as the cold autumn air hit you.

You turn around to look at him.

"That's so not fair!" Taking a shaky breath you continue,

"It's so not fair for you to say all this after I waited for you to return to your old self! I waited like a fool all day all night hoping you'd show up on my doorstep, like you always did, randomly at the worst time possible! You don't get to say all this after you hurt me!"

He just pulled you into a hug as you cried, so exhausted and confused about what you were supposed to do next. Damn you forgot how good of a hugger he was.

(Anyways time skip, I'm feeling lazy and this is taking long)

After the heart felt exchange he finally asked you out, took him a few days to gather the courage but he did anyways. You said yes, obviously, you didn't wait like a abonded pet for nothing!

It was great, he took you on dates, you stayed at his trailer when Wayne wasn't home, cuddled up watching a movie, or jumping around to some of his music blasting in his room, or just made out like those other lovelost couples.

It was great, till the whole thing with Chrissy happened,you were so scared for him, you went around town day in day out, looking for him. No idea where he was. Frightened about the mob of angry people looking for him.

You didn't find him at all, you saw Nancy by his trailer talking to Wayne, but you shrugged it off. You talked to Wayne and he soothed you when you panicked about him just having vanished,he didn't even come find you. Which you understood people would look for him at your place first. You had to throw some out after they burst in as you opened the door even just an inch.

It was madness.

You went days in fear and worry, till the earthquake..

No Eddie, everyone but not him, no body, not a trace of him.

Just gone, like a dream you had. Like it was never real.

You couldn't stand the funeral, only few people attended. I mean King Steve? You weren't surprised about Dustin and The other hellfire members, but Robin, Steve, Nancy and who else. They didn't know Eddie?

They didn't know him.

Why were they there? Just out of pity?

You didn't have a clue, but you hung on to the hope Eddie was fine, no Body no case. Right?

It had been weeks since the memorial like funeral, you went to his spot everyday,cleaned the grave stone from the hateful messages. Placed new flowers after the old ones where stomped on.

It took weeks till the others decided to tell you what happened, the guilt of you being so painfully unaware getting the best of them.

Steve told you while the others stood silent, you only rembered breaking down, the last hope you had shattered like the cup Eddie always made you tea in.

You knew it was over, the empty Cold bed, wasn't just temporary.

Another night on your own, more coming.

All gone no way it would return to you.

"But we had so many plans!!! We never got to go to a concert!" You cried out the lost moments of the future like it would suddenly change this all.

But no, you were so harshly woken up from this dream.

The hopeless trying to fall back asleep didn't work, like it never did.

He was gone, and so was the dream.

(Yall istg the ending was rushed af, I promise this isn't it, I probably will write another chapter, if yall want me to. Anyhowww! It's almost October!! Ahh I love spooky season.) Also the song is so good, I legit can't stop seeing him in it 😔 I wish he didn't get taken out of stranger things. He could've been a major character for longer. I cry everytime I rematch.