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[firemenenthusiast]

—“like earth orbiting the sun”

farleigh start x fem!reader

summary: farleigh start! who makes his girlfriend his entire personality.

content warning: sfw, sweet fluff all the wayyy, farleigh being down bad for reader. farleigh being sweet (rare), suggestive themes at the end but just a little bit

a/n: giggling, kicking my feet, rolling on the bed while writing this. farleigh just one chance pls

farleigh had always told himself and people around him that love’s a scam. he was taught that family are supposed to love each other. but after learning about what happened between his family and his mom, why should he believe in such thing ? after they hurt his mom in the name of love ? he refused to believe in such thing. until he felt it himself.

-ever since he’s fallen for you he’s willing to use all of the love he has on you. ever since you show up into his life its like his earth stopped orbiting the sun and started orbiting you instead. you’re his new-found love. but farleigh’s still the same old farleigh who’s too proud to say it. so he shows it instead. you understood long ago that his love language is act of service that he only does for you. anyone else that wants him to do something out of his will can fuck off. so he said.

“you’re going out again ?” you swiftly turn to face your roommate sitting on her bed, folding her clothes rather messily. she couldnt care less if theyre not stacked symmetrically, just wanted to have the mountain of unfolded clothes out of her chair. “of course, its friday night! aren’t you ?” you cheerfully say as your hands busy putting on the earrings you’d picked out earlier. “is that new ?” she asks, eyes squinting in an attempt to have a closer look before getting up to actually take a look. “-and no, i’d rather stay in. wow these are pretty- if they ever go missing best bet that’s me”. you hold still as she examines the newly bought earrings before chuckling at her joke. “yeah, farleigh saw them when he was walking around town” you hear her groan before plopping herself down onto her bed. you giggle at her response. “im sorry! i promise to not mention his name anymore” you raise both your hands to surrender before letting out a laugh.

you couldn’t blame her, you’d be annoyed too. its always farleigh this, farleigh that. farleigh bought me this, farleigh bought me that- and you love him for that. always letting you in on stuff. he tells you everything too. thanks to him, you can atleast watch out for those people he’d gossip about, so you dont get into their mess. if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t know anything. you’re not the type to hop around searching for gossips but you love hearing about them, then fueling his gossips with your insults. in that sense you’re fit for each other, and you’re happy to have your own personal source of campus gossip. “do i look okay ?” you take one last look at your reflection in the bodysized mirror hung on the wall, smoothing out your casual dress. nothing too sexy or uncomfortable, you just wanted to chill and have some drink. “you look absolutely gorgeous like always m’darling” your roommate teases you before giggles erupt between the two of you. “where are you going anyways? need your location” she asks, not bothered to look as she’s more focused on folding a tshirt.

“the pub- like always. farle-“ his name almost slip your tongue as you receive a warning look from your roommate. you widen your eyes as you mouth an ‘okay’ before saying, “well he, who shall not be named- invited me. wants me there, he said” she rolls her eyes. “he always wants you EVERYWHERE” “bet you’re there when he goes shopping for new underwear”. she jokes. you look at her with your head cocked to the side, confused. her jaw drops as she points at you “oh my gosh, you’ve totally done that !” she gives you the most dramatic mind blown look ever “is that not normal ?” “fucks sake its not !” you shrug at her, not caring for her going ballistic. it’s not like you’re always there with him anywhere. shit, are you ?. you cant help but give it a quick thought. well you sometimes have classes buildings away from each other, so no, you think. a normal response for someone in denial. making sure you’ve put everything you need in your purse, you blow your roommate a kiss before waving her bye bye to which she jokingly shoos you away

the pub’s busier than other nights with it being the weekend and all but mostly because you and farleigh’s friendgroup members are all bunched up together tonight. courtesy of felix offering to cover every round of drinks. who would pass up on an offer like that ? you’re approaching the bar, lips letting out singsongs as your fingers play with the new earring on your right earlobe. farleigh had offered to walk you from your dorm but you declined, telling him to save you a seat instead. so he did just that. also because its just a 5-minute walk or so. the atmosphere in the pub getting thick as he’s getting antsy waiting, almost barking at his friends who tried to sit in the seat designated for you by him. “that’s for my girlfriend you dumb” he told them. as felix walks towards the table at which they’re all circled around, farleigh’s head cocks seeing the pub’s door being pushed from outside. he almost jumped out his seat seeing that it’s you. “there she is !” he exclaims, he’s quick to get you at the door. everyone else cheers seeing you walk with your hand in farleigh’s, fingers intertwined.

as soon as you’re both seated he has his hand around your waist, resting at your thigh. “how was the walk ?” he asks, his nose almost nudging yours. you lean in to give him a quick kiss before nodding, “it was nice, a little breezy” you told him without giving it a second thought. he quickly took off his knitted cardigan-like sweater to drape it over your shoulders. you giggle at his reaction, you didn’t think he’d react that way as you weren’t trying to imply that you were cold. as he is admiring your pretty face, he notices the shiny thing on your earlobe. “is that—“ his hand reach up to touch the earrings, a huge smile appears on your face before nodding. “wanted to show you. you pick the prettiest things for me. maybe i should bring you when i shop for jewelries” its been long since you last went jewelry shopping. probably since you started dating him cuz he always buy you shiny things that he’d stumble upon. he spends a lot of time looking to pick the prettiest among them. he would buy them all but he thinks that it would only show that he’s lazy. he wants you to know how much he loves you and the time he spends picking them out shows it.

farleigh would go absolutely feral whenever there’s like a bazaar on campus where students set up their businesses’ booths cuz that means there will be girls selling their handmade jewelries. he thinks they’re so pretty that it would be a waste if they’re not being worn by you. bazaars happen maybe a couple times a year and the girls already know him cuz he spends the longest time looking at their rings, necklaces and earrings trying to pick out something for you. the first time he came by the booth they thought he was gonna insult them, maybe say things like ‘aren’t you too old to be making bracelets?’ or call their handmade pieces ugly. they tried to avoid him until he picks one of them up without saying anything, taking a closer look before handing them one that caught his eyes the most. one of the girls gathered all her courage to ask him who was he thinking of buying the stuff for and he proudly said “its for my girlfriend, she loves handmade jewelries” as they nod at his answer he started going on and on talking about you, stuffs you’re interested in so they can help pick out what would suit you best. “—yeah she’s in class right now, wouldn’t want her to know im here. want to suprise her with these. she’ll go wild” a grin plastered across his face imagining your reaction. sometimes its tmi for the girls but they dont care, they think its the sweetest.

farleigh doesn’t necessarily think buying you the most expensive things is the best way to show his love, its just as long as he’s poured much thought into his gifts. he fixates on thinking whether or not you’ll love the gifts he thinks of buying you and if you probably won’t, he’ll find something else.

“they’re only pretty when you wear them. you make them look pretty” he whispers into your ear before taking your hand into his. he lean in to kiss you before pulling away just to kiss you again. and again. he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb before looking back up at you. you’re getting all giddy from the attention he’s giving, your cheeks heating up. “yo guys— if you want to do romance maybe get a room” you hear one of his friends yell from across the pub. he flips him off before saying, “why were you looking at us anyways, loser ?” farleigh’s quick to rebut as the others’ reactions fill the room. he gives the guy a disgusted look before looking back at you, who is smiling. “sorry baby, would you like your usual ?” you nod before he gets up to go get your signature drink that you always have everytime you’re here. you’re not really into the heavy stuffs so he doesn’t force you to do them. he only does that to oliver.

apart from saving your seat, picking out jewelries for you and always getting you your drink to make sure it’s safe in his hands, he always want you with him everywhere he goes. just like your roommate had told you. he doesn’t care if he has to walk all the way across a field or a hallway to get to your classes, he’ll make sure he’s waiting outside for you by the time you’re finished so he could have you beside him everywhere he goes. and you dont care following him around. sometimes its just meaningless walks around campus but you’re happy as long as he’s with you. you’re his bestest friend. his home. he’d be telling you jokes as he walks, getting in front of you to make big movements to accompany his storytelling like he’d never run out of energy. like you’re his source of energy. you would give him the best reactions to his stories and gossips and he‘d fall even more in love with you if that’s even possible

he was already quite famous on campus before dating you, but now almost literally everyone knows the both of you as THE couple. he would casually mention you everywhere he goes when you’re not with him, which is probably only the times when you have different classes. and you’re always with him too. the cafeteria, the pub, the field (he loves picnics with you), his homeroom, your homeroom, the random benches along the building, the hallways. its always the two of you. somehow you never got sick of each other probably cuz he’s nice to you. sure, there are times he’d accidentally lash out on you about something that got to him but he’s quick to make it up to you. he couldn’t imagine not having you everywhere with him. his buddies have all grown accustomed to you now, unlike the first few weeks when he started dating you. they got soo annoyed everytime farleigh brought you to hang out with them. he’s always out and about telling them like, “my girlfriends coming later” or “gotta wait for my girlfriend first” before actually hanging out with them. they were irritated cuz you weren’t as fun before, back when you were just being introduced to them. bros before hoes they’d told him. farleigh made sure to let them know you’re not just some ‘hoe’ and after that they’re basically pretty chill with you as soon as they realised you’re just like farleigh, but in female form. you get along with them and their convos just as well as farleigh. so they dont mind you tagging along anymore

its becoming his whole personality, dating you. its always you before all else. sentences like, ‘cant, gotta go get my girlfriend’ or ‘my girlfriend would love this’ or ‘the other day my girlfriend-‘ and ‘did you know ? my girlfriend-‘ are converging into his daily dictionary. you, are just the same. always mentioning him in everything because you do everything with him. like it or not the story’s gonna involve him cuz he was there. or it happened to him. or he was the one who told you. the two of you set the dating standards so high that the girls only want what the both of you have when it comes to relationships. cuz the both of you made it possible, you’d become the couple everyone put their trust in love in.

you let out a laugh joining the others at something farleigh had said before taking a sip of the drink he brought you earlier. he has his one hand around your waist, grabbing your hand and the other on the table, near your drink, holding a lit ciggie in between his index and middle finger. he offers you a smoke to which you lean in. he holds the cig for you, watching you pull a puff before taking a puff himself. he closes the distance between you, leaning in to blow the smoke into your mouth, shotgunning.

the swirls of smoke mixing yours before he kisses you, deep. one of his favourite things to do with you. his hand that was holding your hand reaches into the hem of your dress, teasingly playing with it. he grins as his eyes bore into yours, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. you giggle at his fingers dragging along your thigh, tickling you. he nudges his nose against yours before getting up, gently pulling at your hand. you follow him as you giggle, already knowing where this is going. he pulls your hand, walking towards the door before saying, “ciao everyone, and you-“ he’s pointing at the dude yelling at you guys earlier,

“-thank you for your suggestion” he chuckles as the whole room roar in mixed reactions. safe to say your poor roommate slept alone that night.

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[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy Friday 13th everyone! Oh my gosh, two weeks to go, I'm so excited. Here's another round of the fic I've been reading when not actively losing my mind over all the buzzy promo landing. You can find previous rec lists here.

13 September 2024

the wayward son by @gayhoediaz had me GRIPPED. As the author summarises: 'Eddie misses his son, grows a mustache, pines after his best friend, and becomes a regular at a gay sex club. That last part is either an indulgence or an inevitable, somewhat self-destructive conclusion to several decades worth of compulsory heterosexuality and catholic guilt. Don’t ask him which.' The result of this is a scorchingly hot voyeuristic thrill ride with an absolutely aching emotional heart along as a passenger. I felt so much for Eddie as he self destructed and built himself back up again, truly throwing himself in at the deep end, and then Buck there to catch him when he falls. This fic gave me every emotion and was so incredibly satisfying. I already know it's gonna be one to go back to time and again.

had a feeling i could be someone by @butchdiaz of course I had to include the butch dyke Hotshots on XYZ inspired Eddie contemplating shaving her head fic. This one resonated with me so much, and was such a lovely take on the themes we're seeing in personhood and self actualisation and ownership of image versus what your parents intended for you. I love this character study of Eddie reclaiming her butch identity and expression, and Buck's sweet support in her journey. Make sure to check out the gorgeous fanart by @iinryer it was inspired by and it inspired if you haven't already seen it!

whatever you like by @clytemnestraaa 'hello mr performance anxiety meet mr desperate to please' sums it up perfectly. In which established relationship Eddie and Buck are having sex, but they still need to work on their communication. Buck wants to know what Eddie likes in order to give him that experience, but that's easier said than done when you're not really sure what exactly it is you want, or how to go about it. I really loved this exploration of a misalignment in sexual experience, the resulting cross purpose conversation, and the non-judgemental openhearted hand extended in order to find your way together. Or 'two 30-something men inexplicably put through an episode of Sex Education.' Sympathetic, sweet, and funny too.

But God, I love the English by @starlingbite this au tickled me for the sole reason of having watched several seasons of the show before someone told me Oliver is from London, and not having picked up on that accent slippage despite ALSO BEING FROM LONDON. Chimney and a British Buck take part in a six week cultural exchange programme with Chim going to London to stay with Maddie and work at a fire station, whilst Buck joins the 118 in LA. Eddie is instantly besotted by the handsome stranger, and fun linguistic hijinks aside, Buck fits right in. How will they manage long distance when it's time for him to go home? So much fun, and with sweet background Madney too!

it's leading me on, every time we touch by @bisexualbellamyblake in which after Eddie mentions to the team that he's having a little back trouble, Maddie lets slip that Buck once trained to be a massage therapist during his career jumping youth! As an almost certified professional of course it wouldn't be like Buck to not offer his services. And Eddie has no reason to turn him down. Does he? This oozed with sexual tension, whilst also being really lovely moment of friends getting to know each other better. Really excellent character voice and internal dialogue from Eddie.

all of the girls you loved before by @wildehacked back again with yet another banger...literally. Let me tell you, I read this one on public transport and had to school my expression with all my decades of fic reading experience in full force. Dragged out to team drinks on their evening off, the tipsy conversation turns to the team's top sexual experiences. When Buck finds out Eddie's is from years before, he can't help but dwell on just exactly how he could fix that. And he finds narrowing down his own top five a little tricky. With flashback cameos from Abby, Taylor and Tommy, this 5+1 fic was hot as hell.

P.S. Insert plea for Madney and Henren friendship/extended family fic here...I think I'm gonna need it! As usual feel free to self rec! And please share and reblog :) See you next week.

[d3adlyromb3ar]

⋆˚࿔ her sin, his salvation pt 2

— pairing. dark!satoru gojo x fem!reader

— synopsis. you go on a date with gojo, having a fun night and catching up with an old friend— completely unaware of what’s to come.

— word count. 1.6k

— contents. dark contents, stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of anxiety (light), mentions of depression (light), suggestive themes, masturbation, pervy behavior

— notes. @saradika thx for dividers 🤍

part one here

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ CONTENT

You hadn’t meant to be so giddy, so nervous as you walked outside of the bookstore— your gaze landing on Gojo leaning against his car, waiting patiently for you with a gentle smile.

It had been forever since someone had done something nice for you— with you. You were completely flattered that someone as handsome as Gojo wanted to take you out.

You were ready for this. Your belly fluttering with both nerves and excitement.

“I told you. You look beautiful.” He spoke the truth, his eyes shamelessly taking up and down your form.

Your flushed cheeks from work and nerves, it was a gorgeous look on you. Your hair neat but messy in some areas— caused from work havoc. He thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever cross.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, ever since he asked you out— you had been running on the high all day.

“Thank you, Satoru.” Your voice was quiet, but genuine.

He said asked no time and opened the passenger side door, stepping aside and waving his arms towards the vehicle.

“Shall we? I know a great place off town.” He suggested.

You hurried into the car, not minding where he took you— just excited to finally be doing something other than work and sleep.

“Sounds great.” You didn’t care for the details, completely engrossed in the night you had ahead of you.

Oblivious little mouse, he thought darkly.

The car ride was quiet for the most part, light music playing in the background as the scenery passed before you.

Gojo through the thin line of control, kept his hand on the steering wheel. Where his palm itched the settle on the smooth skin of her thigh that was exposed from her skirt riding up— he kept his hands to himself.

In time, he’d have her.

You found out quickly that he wasn’t lying. It was a small cafe, mostly outdoor seating. It was charming and had an automatically relaxing feel to it as the cafe was surrounded by cherry blossom and weeping willow trees. Her favorites.

“Satoru this is… oh my gosh it’s so…” You trailed off, mesmerized by how perfect this place felt. It was straight out of a book perfect.

He smirked to himself. Of course it was perfect, he’d done his research. Days on end it took him to figure out that you preferred weeping willow trees, the hunched over ivory giving you privacy to read your books in peace. The cherry blossom trees, it was easy to know you liked them. You stared and took pictures of them almost every day. It was cute.

“Beautiful isn’t it? I thought you’d like it.” He hummed, taking his seat after he’d pushed her chair in.

You sat across from his alluring presence. It gave you a good moment to appreciate his features. His blue eyes that were borderline intimidating, but gorgeous. His skin seemed all too perfect, like porcelain.

A throat being cleared snapped you back to reality. Your cheeks flushed red as soon as you saw his face form into a knowing expression. You’d been caught.

“What are you thinking of getting?” He asked instead of lingering on your moment of blatantly staring. 

You hurried to grab a menu, hoping to ignore your embarrassing act completely.

“Uh… not sure.” It was then your eyes widened as you noticed the prices. “This all seems very…”

“Expensive?” He finished for you.

You nodded as your fingers tightened around the menu. You weren’t sure if you could afford anything but a water from this place.

“Yeah. It’s pretty pricey and… I don’t think I brought enough money with me tonight.” You muttered lowly, embarrassed.

He chuckled, catching her attention. Her wide eyes and red cheeks gazing at him.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Tonight’s on me.” He knew you couldn’t afford a place like this, which is why he brought you here to begin with.

He had a sick pleasure in wanting to provide for you in every way. He didn’t want you to lift a finger. All he wanted more than anything was for you to be his little pretty toy. Sitting pretty and waiting for him to get home. He’d think you’d appreciate that.

The thought had him hard, his member straining against his pants. His eyes darkened and he had to glance down to the menu so you wouldn’t notice the shift in his behavior.

“Satoru I couldn’t ask you to do that—”

“You’re not asking me sweetheart, I’m doing this because I want to.” He interrupted, his hand sneaking under the table to palm himself through his pants.

You on the other hand were completely oblivious to what he was doing and gave in, offering him a sweet smile instead. Trying to ignore the butterflies you got from the nickname.

“Well, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”

He nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he squeezed and smoothed over his aching member, trapped in the material of his pants.

“What can I get started for you two?” The waiter came out of nowhere, startling both Gojo and you.

He hurried his hand back to rest on the table, his dick throbbing from the lack of touch.

“She’ll have a diet coke,” He ordered for her, rushing to stop her from ordering herself, “I’ll have a water.”

The waiter nodded and hurried off to the kitchen, while you wondered, how did he know I liked diet coke? You shrugged and brushed that thought away.

You didn’t feel odd that he was very much taking charge. It felt more like he was treating you right.

What was that called? Princess treatment? Obviously that could go on way more than just dinner.

You swallowed and stopped your wandering thoughts. You had just ran into him today, you can’t possibly be thinking about his dick already. Embarrassingly enough, you were thinking about just that. It had been a long time since you’d been intimate. Unfortunately, your hand just wasn’t doing it anymore. You felt it was only natural to think such lewd thoughts about a man as attractive as Gojo.

But it didn’t help the guilt you felt for thinking about him when he was treating you so nicely.

If only you knew.

“Everything okay (Y/n)?” His voice broke you from your perverted thoughts and you knew your cheeks were red. Again.

“Yes! Yeah… sorry. Just thinking about… work.” You cringed at your own words.

His eyes squinted, he knew it was a lie.

“We don’t have to be so bashful mouse, what’s on your mind?” He hasn’t meant for the pet name to slip, but found out quickly that he didn’t care.

You on the other hand flushed a deeper shade of red from the sound of mouse leaving his lips. It was… weird but you also strangely didn’t mind it too much.

“It’s rather embarrassing.” You mumbled, your hands fiddling with each other nervously on your lap.

He tilted his head and rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward to really give you all his attention.

“I won’t judge.” He smiled.

There was no way you were about to admit to Gojo that you were thinking about how good it would feel to have his dick inside of you right now. There was absolutely no way.

“It’s just been awhile.” You started, hoping he’d get the hint, understand and move on.

“Since you’ve been on a date?” He wondered, for the first time he didn’t know what you were thinking.

You shook your head and scratched the back of your neck, it suddenly felt too hot outside.

“Well, yeah that but…” You swallowed and decided not to be so awkward about it. It was a normal thing. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been involved with anyone, y’know?”

He understood completely what you were trying to say, but him being devious— he pretended not to know. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“I’m still confused, love.” He added the nickname, adoring the way your cheeks reddened.

You huffed and rubbed a hand over your face, careful not to smear your already worn for too long makeup.

“Like… it’s been a while since I’ve been intimate with someone.” You winced while speaking quietly, careful not to let others hear.

His face only held one of confusion, the expression making you huff in frustration.

“Sex. It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex.” You pushed out, eyes closed in embarrassment.

You were expecting him to laugh to tease, make fun of you— because that’s what anybody would do at that admission.

Gojo didn’t laugh however, his face one of understanding.

“Oh, I see what you mean.” He hummed, but his words didn’t bring you the comfort like you’d hoped. “You don’t need to worry about that, if that’s what you’re worried about? That after this I’ll take you home and fuck you.”

He was so blunt— on purpose of course. He wanted to watch your reaction to his words. Red cheeks? Check. Wide eyes? Check. Heavy breathing? A new one… but check.

You stared at him, your lips parted slightly in shock and what you figured was desire stirring in your belly. The way his voice had grown lower when he said it and the way it was exactly what you wanted to happen.

“I’m more of a gentleman than you might be thinking.” He spoke smoothly.

Obviously he wanted to fuck you. God, that thought had his hand back down to his crotch, squeezing his aching member. However, if he wanted to have you— he’d have to earn your trust. He wanted to fuck you, completely ruin you because you wanted it too.

You shook your head in embarrassment.

“Right… right. Sorry.” You uttered.

“No need to apologize mouse, we will get there.” He promised, to which your eyes widened in anticipation.

He was teasing you at this point and he adored every micro reaction you showed.

The waiter came back with drinks and took the food orders, but it all might as well have been a blur in the background of your chaotic thoughts. Your mind was anything but calm. Gojo was so… unpredictable. Every word that came out of his mouth was nothing you’d expect. Each mini action, each decision— unpredictable. It was exciting and it was something I had never experienced.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you realized that this might be the one. It was silly because you thought that about anyone, but it felt different. You were excited where this would go.

Meanwhile, Gojo watched your dazed expression as you ate— not doubting that it was him that consumed your thoughts.

Sweet little mouse, you are my everything.

— ending notes. pt 2 🥳

[alohomorasstuff]

mattheos tutor, slow burn, fluff, angst, trauma, shy school girl

thank u sm for giving me requests. I’ve gone for being Mattheo’s tutor in this one, it’s angsty however i definitely want to create a fic based on the reader being shy soon!

This is my first fic so pls let me know what you all think because i’m low-key proud I enjoyed reading it back 🙏🏽🙏🏽

warning- slightly mature themes but nothing too extreme

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Mattheo riddle x reader

Like ink-

Y/n’s audible sigh ricocheted off the cool stone walls of the dungeon in which she was currently suffering through potions in. The cause of this guttural sound was Professor Slughorn, stating that Y/n would be tutoring a fellow member of the class. Now, normally the girl would not mind, she was smart after all and took any chance to help others study as it helped her to consolidate her knowledge. However, the problem lay with who she had been tasked with tutoring for the next few weeks.

By no means was Y/N a terrible person. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She was popular- boys wanted to be with her, girls wanted to just simply be her. She was the Slytherin Princess in her own right. Shiny black locks, dark rich eyes that were deep,told a story with every flutter of her lashes. With no hesitation, Y/n flicked her eyes towards her subject and was met by two gorgeous pools of brown, flecked with gold. A playful, yet almost sinful glimmer flashed across his eyes and Y/n’s eyes darted down to his lips, his tongue dancing across them making them shine.

No.

Y/N redirected her lustful gaze into a hate fuelled scowl. Mattheo Riddle. The slytherin heir, prince, heartthrob was nothing worth falling for. His reputation for having girls like a revolving door made Y/N feel sick.Yes, his face was beautiful but his personality was nothing of the sort. Mattheo continued to smirk, seemingly amused by Y/N’s attempt at intimidation. “Do one Riddle”

“I’d much rather do you Princess” Mattheo chuckled , his curls bouncing across his forehead. Gosh was he beautiful.

“ Oh please, how many girls has that worked on this week?”Mattheo’s eyes remained playful, yet he abstained from answering, his eyebrow quirked in amusement instead.

Pathetic.

“Meet me at 7 in the library and do not be late or I will rip every single curl off of your obnoxiously large head”. This elicited a giggle to fall off Mattheo’s lips, a strange feeling brewing within Y/N’s stomach.

Stop it.

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Studying with Mattheo was going well, until it wasn’t. Surprisingly, Mattheo was taking in what Y/N was telling him, brows furrowed in concentration as he scribbled down notes on his parchment. Y/N kept stealing glances at him, unaware that he was watching her every move. They continued working until they both reached towards the ink pot. Their hands clashed together sending the pot flying towards its victim - which just so happened to be Y/N’s blouse. The ink sunk into her shirt, spreading like poison leaving Y/N with a damp chest. She was shocked, but even more shocked at the reaction given by Mattheo. He looked guilty and began to apologise profusely, something Y/N was not expecting.

“Teo it’s fine, it’s fine don’t worry” Y/N sighed unsure of what to do. Mattheo’s ears pricked up.

“Teo?” he questioned, staring intently at Y/N.

“oh, I uh- oh be quiet you know what I meant. You’re nothing special Riddle and don’t ever think for a second that you are” she spat. Mattheo’s disposition suddenly changed. He began to move closer and Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. “Don’t be such a brat Y/N. You know what happens to brats. They get punished. Do you want to be punished?” He groaned.

His lips danced across the skin on her neck and she suddenly felt vulnerable, the damp of her top now not the only wetness she could feel as she clenched her thighs. Mattheo took note of this. He knew she liked it, wanted it, needed it.

This was wrong, so wrong. Y/N had a burning hatred for him she was sure of it. “Go to hell riddle” .

Y/N suddenly felt a strong, muscular hand grip the base of her throat. She whimpered. “Tut tut Y/N. If I were to do that, who would be here to make you feel like this Princess?” he questioned, tightening his grip. He reached down with his spare hand and began to toy with the buttons of her shirt. “Would be such a pity if these were to just-“

Pop.

Y/N suddenly felt the cool air of the library across her chest and gasped. “Teo” she whispered. He looked towards her, his eyes now sinfully dark. “Say that again”.

All sense of wishing him dead had now dried up and the passion within her now began to spread like the ink on her now torn shirt.

“Please Teo, give me what I need”

“And what is that mí amor?”

“you”

Mattheo groaned and connected his lips with Y/N’s. She succumbed to him, allowed him to control her. He moved his head away, Y/N whimpering at the loss of contact.

“So needy, look at you so weak, so desperate for me. I knew it was an act. I knew the pathetic looks, the witty comments were just a facade. You want me. You need me. You know you do ” Mattheo purred, tangling his fingers through her hair.

“Do one Riddle”

“Let me”

And Y/N did; she knew she wanted him, needed him and that was what she was going to get.

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Panting breaths, roaming hands, stolen kisses, the absence of clothes and the warmth of bare skin.

Mattheo and Y/N’s foreheads were pressed together as Mattheo coaxed her down from her high.

“Still want me to go to hell princess?” He cooed.

“only if you take me to heaven first” she breathed back.

And with that, he pressed his lips to hers gently, the creases of his now plump, red lips tattooing her smooth lips like ink, as if sealing them shut with a promise.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

can i request a luffy x reader but halloween themed? maybe one at the ship’s party where reader got all the crew’s attention for her costume

sweet halloween

navigation | warnings : none? | a/n : this is so late lmao, hope you enjoy! | tags : @fangsp1der-2099 , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss

The crew had been waiting for you and Nami to finish getting ready for hours now (10 minutes).

They were throwing their own little halloween party, inviting some others but they hadn’t arrived yet.

Everyone was excited to see what your outfit of this year’s halloween was going to be, because you hadn’t told them.

But one who was more excited was Luffy.

Everyone on the crew noticed his little crush he developed on you, and teased him relentlessly for it.

Nami finally descended the stairs, showing off her fairy outfit.

Her blood orange hair was curled and styled, most of her makeup consisted of glitter. Overall she was trying to go for the look of Fawn from the kid’s film Tinkerbell, but couldn’t be bothered to put any effort in.

“Y/n will be a few minutes.” She moved to stand beside Zoro, who was dressed as a ninja.

Finally, you were finished. Fixing your hair and dress, you made your way to where your friends were waiting.

“Oh my gosh!” Your friends covered their mouth in surprise.

“Gorgeous as always, darling.” Sanji winked and shoved his hands in the pockets of his chef outfit.

Luffy looked up from the bucket of sweets he was eating, his eyes widening in shock.

There you stood in all your glory, looking beautiful as ever.

“Catching flies there buddy?” Usopp patted Luffy’s back, breaking him from his trance.

“W-what? Oh!” He quickly threw down the bucket of sweets - making his way over to you.

“Y-you look beautiful, Y/n.”

You chuckled and planted a delicate kiss to his cheek. “Not to bad yourself Cap.”

Oh, how sweet you were.

[cuddlecow]

Hiiii! I've got kinda a weird request. How do you think Franco would react to the reader asking if they can use his pacifier. I'm wondering if he would be protective of it or something. Sorry if that's too weird or anything 😅

Oh my gosh, nono, this isn't weird at all! I get curious about this too, especially if reader is sensory, has a fixation, or does it as a nervous habit! I feel like this is another one where it could have it's own story or slightly NSFW themes. I hope I did okay on this one! My brain was running 90 miles per hour while I was thinking about this, so I'm sure I didn't write it too well.

Reader Asks Franco Barbi To Use His Pacifier

At first, I feel like he would be super cautious and protective of his paci. He's scared that once you get up close to it that you might yank it off or cut it away from his bandolier and throw it away.

Even though he's paranoid about that, I feel like he would let you at least put it in your mouth for a few minutes.

If he sees that it seems to soothe you, he'll let you have it for a little longer than he originally would've.

He thinks getting you one of your own pacifiers would be a cute little present for you. He might even hand decorate it with stuff he finds lying around!

If you seem to float off into a different headspace, I feel like he'd be absolutely clueless on what to do, so he'd probably just stare at you or go do something else for a while.

BONUS:

Cleaning. That's all you seemed to do during the day when Franco was out running his trials. You kept his room tidy and sanitized. You were pretty much Franco's handler at this point by proxy. This particular evening when the Barbi had come back to his room, he was actually in a decent mood. You, however, were going around his room organizing, then putting everything out of order, then re-organizing it.

For some reason, today was a stressful day. Easterman and the other Murkoff staff were harping on you earlier in the morning for no apparent reason. You were now in your compulsive cycle, until someone in particular softly swung the door open.

"Baby's baaaack!" Franco said in a sing-song voice before he trailed off a little. You had just finished the 4th round of taking everything down and then re-organizing. You walked over silently, taking a breath to regulate yourself. You had seen Franco do it before when he was stressed, but you wanted to try it for yourself.

"Love, I've got a really.. odd question to ask you." You asked, turning your head away slightly. Franco looked at you, thinking your behavior was extremely off from normal. "Whad'dya want, Sugar?" He put some of his stuff down on the main table that you guys always sat at. You just stood there silently, your face heating up with embarrassment. The silence kept getting thicker, and his big blue eyes kept staring you down.

Nervously, you pointed your little t-rex arm towards his pacifier that was dangling from his bandolier. Franco looked at you, grimacing slightly. Hesitantly, he spoke, "Yeah, sure.. Just be gentle with 'er, will ya?"

He untangled it from his bandolier as you anxiously waited. Once he got it free, he handed it over to you carefully. You took it, putting the cord around your neck before resting it in your mouth. You gently bit on it, gnawing on it shortly after. Franco had gone around a corner of his large room. He thought about it, realizing that since he usually sucks on the pacifier, and now you were, that you had indirectly kissed him.

He peeked around the corner after about 7 minutes, seeing that you had passed out on the couch with the pacifier in your mouth. He waddled over to you, crawling atop your form splayed across the large sofa. He thought you looked rather sweet like this, so gorgeous with your chest rising with every inhale and softly coming down with each exhale. He wiggled the pacifier free from your maw, giving you a quick peck on the lips before he sucked on the paci himself, leaving the cord around your neck.

[seonghwa10ve]

Protector of my life|01

Pairing: ceo!Jungkook x bodyguard!reader

Theme: fluff , angst ,eventual smut, strangers to co-workers to???.

Synopsis: You saved a man when he was almost assassinated by two men but you save his life. What happens when you join an academy only for female bodyguards.

A/n: Finally started writing it and I hope you guys will love it and don't worry I'll be updating the rest soon anyways... enjoy 🥰💞

It was beautiful

The sky was so blue without clouds and the sun has never shun so bright in the morning making the view in the city with large buildings so breath-taking.

The cafe was rich with the aroma of coffee beans and the sound of the customers either ordering or talking to their loved ones was peaceful.

When you were younger, you always imagined having the best career and so many journeys you could dream of. But as some people say life is a bitch and that's how you ended up here trying to look for a suitable job but all of them were already taken.

Being the only child throughout your childhood was lonely but you got to understand yourself and even got a best friend , Yeji.

Yeji always had a cheerful personality till now and was always a supportive friend.

That's why you two became roommates. She came from a very wealthy family which is hard to believe that she actually made you her best friend. Yeji has been a humble human being since you two bonded. You didn't even know she came from a rich family until she brought you to her house when you two were in highschool.

When you came out of the cafe to head back to your apartment, You were lost in thought until you saw a man. He he was tall,had nice beautiful silky hair and was built because his jacket looked like it wanted to give up on him

You looked at his side profile while you were behind him but couldn't really see him properly. When you looked at his face again, you noticed a dot on his head not just any dot, a red dot.

When you looked at the direction the light was coming from you saw a guy with a cape and he wore a mask trying to hide his identity in the black car he was in and he was trying to aim the gun at the man in front of you. You did what any smart person would do and ran to him .

You pushed the man in the black suit which ended up with him falling down on the pavement with you on top of him how cliché

And that's when you heard the trigger and people on the street scattered while some stood in shock.

When you opened your eyes you first looked around for the shooter and he was nowhere to be seen. Then you looked at the man in front of you who you saved and oh gosh

He was absolutely gorgeous

He looked like he came straight out of a movie . He had a mole under his bottom lip with one piercing on his eyebrow and the other on his lip. His eyes were so memorizing .

When you you cleared your throat and stood up trying to find something to say or ask.

"A-are you alright sir?" You asked while trying to help him get up and he stood up dusting his suit that you're very sure costs more than your phone. "Yeah I'm fine don't worry. Thank you for saving me " he smiled at you with his cute bunny teeth that were pearly white.

"No need to thank me sir I was just saving someone's life" you said while you noticed a bruise on your arm and winced as you touched it. "I guess I should be the one asking you if you're alright" he lightly chuckled and look at you as if you two were not just strangers who met not even three minutes ago. "I'll be fine it's just a bruise. I'll clean it up when I get home."

"I should repay you for saving me." He insisted and you brushed it off saying that anyone could have done the same thing to him but he was stubborn and refund until you gave in. "Fine, okay you can just not today." You agreed and he smiled while walking away and he stopped his tracks and turned to look at you "I didn't catch your name by the way" he looked at you , hoping you would answer and luckily you did " I'm Y/n " you replied and he repeated it just to remember it . "I'm Jungkook, nice to meet you." He smiled at you "Nice to meet you too, Jungkook."

"So how did your day go?" Yeji asked while bringing the popcorn for the movie you two were about to watch." It was alright just saved a random guy in a suit" you explained while stuffing the popcorn in your mouth.

"Was he cute?" Yeji asked forgetting about the movie you were supposed to watch.

"I guess, I just feel guilty because you have to pay more for most of the bills that I was supposed to pay for." You told her while she looked at you a smiled "Hey Y/n, don't feel bad I actually saw a flyer a few days ago it was for a job asking for a bodyguard." You looked at her and she looked at you with sympathy in her eyes .

"Wouldn't that be for males or something?" you asked her while trying to process the information you were being told."No it's all genders plus they get paid at a very high amount. Why don't you try." She looked at you with convincing eyes and you wanted to protest but you though of the salary plus you took training way back when you lived with your parents.

"Okay .....I'm going tomorrow did you take a photo of it?" " Yeah I'll send it to you."

You woke up early , took a shower got dressed up and ate some breakfast before you went to the company .

The company wasn't far from the apartment so it didn't make anything better because you were nervous. What if the CEO was an old creep or something.

When you reach you were stunned by the huge building in front of you.

The sun only blinding your eyes due to the glass that the building had plus the big name of the company on top.

JEON CO

'Damn.....they surely get paid a lot here' you thought while entering the building. The lobby was even more beautiful than the outside of the building and you went to the receptionist and told her you came for the interview. She checked the system and you read her name tag Park Chaeyoung. She was so gorgeous and tall no doubt she would be a model. "Lim Y/n?" She asked "Yes that's me " "Okay, the interview is on the 20th floor and I wish you all the best" she bowed at you and you did the same before you left.

When you had your interview you were nervous and you hoped that this was the only chance you to avoid life biting you in the ass . "We'll tell you about our decision when we're done have a good day" The man who you found out was Mr. Kim Seokjin said and you left the building hoping for the best.

You went home, thinking about whether you would get the job or not while Yeji kept on encouraging you not to overthink and that everything would be fine.

After a week or two passed, You got a notification congratulating you that you got the job and man did you scream your ass out of happiness .

"Are you alright what happened did a thief try to attack you?!" Yeji came in full panic mode until she saw no one and was confused. "No I got the job!!!" You yelled out of excitement and she screamed while running to hug you. "Congrats bestie, see I told you everything would work out" she said while she was still hugging you.

You read the message out to her while you forgot to read one part and your smile turned into a frown. "What's wrong?" Yeji asked and you were trying to find the right words to tell her "I-i'm going to have to leave for two months and live with the rest of the other females." You said failing to look at her in the eyes or else you would cry ."Maybe I should just turn it do-" "Don't I'll be alright Y/n okay?" "I guess you're right" you said lowering your head trying to fight back tears

"Welcome ladies, today you're just going to arranged your luggage and mingle with your fellow co-workers but before that , I would all like you to meet the CEO of JEON CO."

People were all wondering who he was and everyone was thinking about all the things he would do to us .

"Sorry for delaying, Oh, hello everyone my name is Jeon Jungkook and I'm the CEO of JEON CO I hope you ladies will feel comfortable and please feel at ease." He bowed and smile at everyone while you looked at him wide eyed and he tried to hide that he was shocked too but he failed and you looked away.

No way the man you saved is your boss

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Part 2

A/n : I finally managed to write the first part but I'm wondering if I should have a tag list if so please tell me . 🥰💞

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! It was podcast girls week and i loved seeing everyone’s art and fic and memes. Gorls. ❤️ Let’s get to the shows!

🎤 Childish! Childish: The Podcast Musical finally got the chance to post their finale! And it did not disappoint. I had forgotten exactly how good the music was in this show, and how funny and clever it was. Guys, if you care about college comedies with a side of the best dang music I've heard out of a podcast, please listen to Childish. I'm so happy for them. This is really proof though, that it's worth it not to give up on a podcast (I'll wait for you forever Althaar).

🥩 Oh man, this episode of Mayfair Watcher's Society was incredible. The story would be good even without the incredible performances of Ashlee Jones and Brandon Nguyen, but CAN we talk about them actors??? What an incredible exploration of your worst nightmares coming true. Mind the content warnings for this one, folks. Meg Tuten is, as always, a genius.

🦾 Breathing Space consistently hits notes of working class struggle and desperation with care and thoughtfulness, but this past episode's rendition of "Sixteen Tons" was absolutely gorgeous. I loved the lo-fi singing together. It was perfect.

🐟 @monstrousproductions’ Travelling Light has once again introduced me to an absolutely delightful character. Vermi is my favorite guy. I love him and his fish face and his translation innovation. This show is a constant gift.

🤖 Ohhhhh man, oh man, Ask Your Father ended in the only possible way it could, which I should have seen coming. Oh my gosh. Mikeyyyyyyyy...I won't spoil it, but it was maybe perfect. I cried a little. Season two when.

🌊 I started Waterlogged this week! What a good anthology—it’s creepy AND wet! I think some horror anthologies suffer from a lack of theme that can make them fall into a rhythm, but I don’t foresee this being a problem for Waterlogged. The first three episodes are all so different, and I love it. Go check it out!

🪱 I want to give a shoutout to Earworm! Earworm is an upcoming musical about ghosts and haunting by the folks behind Shadows At the Door! I know a lot of the cast (David Ault, Michelle Kelly, Erika Sanderson, and so many others) and I'm so thrilled to hear this--assuming they can finish out their crowdfund! If you can throw them a little cash, please do!

That’s all for now! 😘

[watermelonsugacry]

wait a second what the heck did 1d member!yn wear to the met gala? i feel like she probably went before harry hosted and was probably in ari’s dress for the heavenly bodies themed one and when she went with harry she was just the embodiment of camp i just know it

2018 - Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination

"Oh-oh my gosh it's freakin' YN YLN," Liza Koshy grunts excitedly at the sight of the former One Direction star walking up the carpeted steps. "Nothing can drag her down, she looks so amazing. You look absolutely beautiful!" Liza Koshy gushes as YN walks up to her first interview section of the night.

"'fank you! You look gorgeous, babe," She compliments back as she adjusts herself to show off her beautiful gown.

"The angels above are singing right now and you're a singing angel yourself. And how fitting that your album is titled Only Angel because you certainly are one tonight," YN grips onto Liza's hand and scrunches up her nose as she giggles at how many compliments the young woman is throwing out at her.

"Stop, please don't make me laugh, I can't breathe in this corset," The two women laugh and YN has to put a hand on her tummy to help control her breathing.

"You look fantastic, girl. Please tell us about your look."

"So I'm wearing Vera Wang tonight. It is the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. It's the last judgment scene where Christ decides who goes to Heaven and who goes to Hell."

"This is your first Met Gala, how are you feeling tonight?" Liza gives a warm smile.

"I feel amazing. I feel excited. I can't really believe that I'm here. I feel like m'at a very expensive prom," YN smiles brightly as she looks around at all the well-dressed guests.

"Will you save me a dance later then?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

"And lastly, do you have anything you want to confess?" The interviewer humorously wiggles her eyebrows.

"Umm, I feel like I have to pee a little bit. M'kinda hungry, to be honest," YN lists with a laugh, the woman next to her following suit.

"Well, if you need help in the bathroom with all that dress you let me know. Girl, I got you," The pop star thanks her over a laugh. "Well you look phenomenal," Liza shakes her head in disbelief one more time. "Have a good night tonight."

"You as well. I'll see yeh on the dance floor!" YN calls over her shoulder with a wave of her hand as she's escorted away.

2019 - Camp: Notes on Fashion

"...baby you light up the Met like nobody else. How are you doing, Mister Harry Styles?"

After some initial questions, Liza asks the tongue twister question, "You are a style icon for so many, who's Harry Styles's style icon?"

"Erm, this lovely lady over here," Harry smiles warmly once he sees the woman in question make her way up the pink stars. He's quickly going over to her, taking her hand in his and helping her up the rest of the way.

"Ms. YN YLN! Oh my gosh!"

"Liza! How are yeh, babe?" YN giddily shuffles her way over to give the fun interviewer a hug the best she can over her outfit.

"I'm good, I'm good. I'm like a hummingbird perched on a flower bush!" Liza makes a bird cooing sound and it makes the couple laugh. "You look so stunning. Please tell me about your look."

"So I'm wearing Gucci today and this piece is called The Girl In Bloom. It was designed and made by my good friend, Emma Evans who has been me stylist since I first started my career."

"Please tell me, how does this outfit speak to you and to Camp?"

"Well, I think Camp is about being genuine and being yourself," YN nods her head, her gloved-covered hands moving in front of her as she speaks. "I'm sharing some of my story through this piece in how I grew up in the music industry: on a personal level, a musical level, and so on. So I started in this industry as a young girl and now I'm blossoming into something more. Fashion is supposed to be fun and expressive and I think this outfit showcases that for me tonight."

While YN explains her outfit, the camera picks up the way he's fondly smiling at his secret girlfriend. He's in awe at her words and how she chooses to express herself. It's a bit surreal that both of them are in attendance tonight, a very public and well-known event where they are free to hang out, talk about fashion and just have a good time. It's a proud moment for the both of them for sure.

"Ooo m'am you have such a way with words you sound so majestic," Liza playfully fans herself. "So we all know that the two of you are very familiar with one another-"

"This guy? I just met this bloke tonight," YN jokes and it makes Harry tilts his chin down to his chest as he chuckles. "I thought he was only helping me up the steps. I dunno know this guy at all."

She gives his wrist a squeeze with a cheeky smile and Harry doesn't think twice about placing his hand protectively on the bottom of her back--a part in the video that fans keep replaying over and over again.

"Yeah, I don't know either. Who is this guy?" Liza dramatically teases. "With both of you two here tonight, how excited are you guys to be here?"

"I feel very excited," Harry starts and looks at his former band member with a fond smile. "Events like this seem like a once in a lifetime opportunity so it's nice to be here with a friend."

"Alright guys, have a great rest of your night!"

"You as well, thank you," And with that, Harry extends an arm for YN to grab onto as they walk inside the grand hall.

When Liza turns back to the camera, she suddenly sucks in a dramatic breath, " I feel like I can breathe again."

The After Party:

After playing host for the majority of the night and being released from his Co-Chair duties, Harry takes YN up to the DJ platform to have some much-needed fun.

The short video clip of the three of them up there shows the fans how hammered the two of them have gotten.

As Mark Ronson remixes Rolling In The Deep, YN and Harry dance behind him. While gripping onto each others hands, they sway themselves to the rhythm of the music. She sways her hips with her eyes closed and when Harry lets her go, the back of her hands brush up along the nape of her neck, up the side of her face and in the air.

When Mark switches it up to The 900 Number, the two friends look at each other with wide eyes and excited smiles.

Harry reaches out to grip her shoulders as he drunkenly yells to her over the loud music, "Oh, fuck!" All the while, YN's face scrunches up in a tipsy giggle and she grips onto his forearms.

The video clip ends as Harry tugs her closer to him, throwing an arm around the tops of her shoulders as they turn their backs to the camera.

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SINCE 2010 masterlist

I write for free so if any of you lovies would like to help a college girl out and buy her a ko-fi i would greatly appreciate it :) 💚

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Dagger Baby 🧸 | Top Gun Maverick Headcanon

Link to my TGM masterlist

Being the youngest of the Dagger squad and having a baby would look like:

Don’t expect to have your baby in your arms when y’all go out. The second you walk into the Hard Deck (penny doesn’t mind you brining your baby in) or wherever y’all are meeting up, Rooster is taking them from your arms to bring over to the group. “There’s our little buddy/darling. How’ve you been, my sweet.” You can’t help but awe at the sight of your friends and child. They treated the baby like they were their own and would drop everything to help you care for them.

You were the youngest of the group and automatically was seen as the baby. Everyone had a protective nature over year, which sometimes got annoying, but it never involved them doubting your ability to fly—it was more of when y’all would go out and someone was giving you trouble. They saw you as a younger sibling and would take a bullet for you. It only progressed when you announced you were having a baby. Mickey and Javy were literally screaming at the top of their lungs, “our baby is having a baby!!”

You were completely bombarded with gifts by the team. Toys, clothes, furniture, anything you needed it was given. Maverick even got you a custom baby flight suit with a patch reading, “Dagger Baby,” and you best believe your camera roll has an entire album dedicated to just pictures of your baby in it with the squad.

The guys came out to your home to help you with the nursery while Nat assisted with planning for a baby shower. They painted the walls, built the furniture, and got everything how you wanted it. When the day came to have the baby, they all met up and basically celebrated the arrival of your child with Nat holding her phone up the second she got the text, “DAGGER BABY HAS ARRIVED!”

The team weren’t able to visit you in the hospital, and honestly they wanted to meet the your baby as a team. After being discharged and settled at home, the team all came over with gifts and bright smiles. They all congratulated you first, asking how you were before the celebrity of the house was brought over. “Oh my gosh, it’s mini (your call sign),” Payback got everyone’s attention when your partner entered with a little bundle in their arms. Nat was the first to hold the child, followed by the guys taking turns and finally Maverick before handing you baby back to you. “They’re gorgeous, (your call sign). Congratulations.”

You never had to worry about not finding a sitter because you had 8 contacts to chose from. If one wasn’t available, another was so you never had to stress about having to cancel plans or move things around. “You need someone to watch Dagger Baby? Say less, I’m on my way.”

At the office Halloween party every year, they involve your baby in group costumes. You and your partner do your own theme costumes on the actual day, but for the weekend party y’all have you allow the squad to have fun my letting your baby dress with them. One year your baby was Woody/Jessy from Toy Story and the squad were dressed as the Toy Soldiers. Another year everyone went as Harry Potter characters and dagger baby went as Hedwig. Your favorite year was everyone—including dagger baby—went as Maverick….you got a lot of pictures of them together that night.

When y’all go to the Hard Deck, Mickey will have your baby in his arms and dance around, “I’m making sure they are a salsa master when they get older.” Bob will play peek-a-boo and patty cake when he gets to have a turn. Nat secretly tells baby dagger all the tea on the guys even though they won’t understand her. Payback will watch the football/basketball game if its on tv with your baby in his lap and point out all the positions and what’s the best play. Hangman secretly likes to use your child as a way to pick up chicks, which has you threaten to revoke babysitting privileges.

If your child ever gets sick and has to go to the hospital expect your phone to be blown up because the team are loosing their mind. “How’s dagger baby?” “Is everyone up to date on their vaccines. Y’all better not be putting our baby at risk.” “Pls send pictures so we know they’re okay 🥺” “imma hurt whoever got them sick.”

Dagger baby is SPOILED on birthdays and Hollidays. The presents are literally overflowing. Especially if your child is the only offspring of the entire group then yeah they’re getting spoiled. Many of the gifts involve planes and aviation obviously, but also they get baby books, interactive toys and play sets. Your playroom is filled and your child never gets bored.

There’s never a dull moment with the squad and they are the bestest friends you could ask for. You can go to sleep at night knowing your child has the best role models to look up to because those aviators you call family would never let anything happen to their dagger baby.

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TGM Tag list: @avaleineandafryingpan , @caitsymichelle13 , @poppyalice2001, @cutelittlepotatofry

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Are ya misfits ready for more tasty goodness?! I sure am, so enjoy!

Dancing with the Devil: Pt. 3

It was later that day the two women were getting ready for their date, Razzle helped Charlie while Dazzle helped Vaggie. "You sure I look ok? Oh my gosh I'm so nervous..." Charlie gulped, trying to straighten her hair.

"Baaaap!" Razzle replied with a thumbs up, bringing some relief to Charlie's racing heart. How could she not be nervous? This was her first date in a while, and it's with the cutest, sweetest, most thoughtful woman in hell! Charlie swooned a little, wondering how Vaggie looked. The princess didn't have to wait long as she gulped nervously, knocking on the guestroom door.

"I'll be out in a bit!" Vaggie replied, though yelped as Dazzle tried to shoo out the angel. "Hey!" 

"Baaap bap baap!" Dazzle replied in a more reassuring but scolding tone.

Charlie chuckled lightly, hearing the two bicker, however her eyes widened once the door opened. Holy shit, she was so beautiful. Charlie's throat felt dry as her heart just picked up the pace, threatening to burst right out. "W-wow..." Was all the princess could get out. Which she mentally kicked herself for.

Vaggie blinked, standing in a gorgeous black gown that had a night sky theme going on with its small gradient of purple mixed into it with her regular eyepatch on, plus a pair of beautiful deep purple heels that seem to sparkle. She blushed a bit since she had tied up her semi-long hair in a simple low ponytail. "Cat, got your tongue, princess?"  She teased with a giggle.

"What n-no, I just didn't expect you to look so..." Charlie gulped as the next word left her lips with ease. "Beautiful." The princess looked away a little playing with some of her blonde hair.

Vaggie just blushed a bit harder. "You look nice too, hon.." She answered as she lightly moved back some of her greyish-white hair. She was thankful for the looking away since her cheeks were tinted a soft shade of gold right now. Charlie's outfit looked especially stunning as well, the way the off shoulder styled black and white blouse hugged her torso, the simple yet flattering black dress pants that compliment long legs and finally some adorable black dress shoes. She also noticed Charlie having an elegant braid instead of the usual dual hair ties, plus the cutest looking golden chain necklace. "Dios mío..." Vaggie whispered lightly, tugging at her own matching chain, but then she shook her head. "Shall we go?" She asked, making the blonde look back at her.

"Y-yes let's.." Charlie said a little too quickly as Razzle handed her a nice black suit jacket. "Thanks Razzle." She patted the goat body guard on his head.

"Baaap!" He replied, looking pleased.

Soon, the two headed to the limo with the goat bodyguards close behind, taking their place upfront. Charlie smiled and politely opened the door. "Your chariot awaits m'lady." She grinned trying to make Vaggie laugh. It worked as the smaller woman rolled her eye with a chuckle. 

"Why, thank you." Vaggie humored her date and played along doing a small curtsy, which made both of them have a fit of giggles.

The limo ride felt long as Vaggie noticed Charlie fidgeting again. “Huh?” Worried ruby eyes met concerned ivory. “Sorry it's been awhile since I've seen the other royals..” The princess muttered a little uncomfortable.

Vaggie reached over and gently placed a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Don't be sorry. Though I am curious as to your outfit choice.” The angel asked, trying to change the subject since it bothered her hellborn best friend. 

Charlie blinked a bit and smiled a little at the attempt. “Is it bad?” She asked, being a little shy. “No? Why would it be?” She heard Vaggie reply. Charlie chuckled softly and lightly took Vaggie's free hand into her own giving it a light squeeze. “Well I.. The nobles see Charlotte Morningstar the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar King of Hell and Lilith Morningstar the Queen of Hell. But to tell you the truth, it really feels suffocating to me to be referred to as such.” She started to ramble, her eyes falling to the floor of the limo.

Vaggie nodded, since the first few days she had been staying with Charlie, the princess was adamant on being called Charlie, and not her full name or title. And when she spoke about her parents, the demoness also seemed aloof when she spoke about them. “You do know I can just punch some asshole in the face for disrespecting you right? All you need to do is say the word.” She replied, earning a soft chuckle.

“Vaggie, you're really sweet, but even if you do, and fuck some of those jerks could use a good whack, it's not really worth it.” 

“Te juro que eres demasiado agradable a veces…” (I swear you're too damn nice sometimes) Vaggie muttered, shaking her head. “You could use some of your authority to get people to listen to you?” 

Charlie shook her head at that comment. “That's so mean though, besides I don't want people to see just the Princess of Hell part, I want them to see me, Charlie. A girl who cares about her subjects and wants to make life in Hell better.” 

“Baaap!” Razzle spoke up signaling that they were here. 

Charlie groaned softly but gulped since she was seeing some old friends, and one big jerk she never wanted to see again. Vaggie lightly took Charlie's hand again when the latter reluctantly released it. “We're on a date, remember?” She stated with a cheeky smirk which made Charlie's heart flutter as the two stepped out of the quiet limo and into the loud bustling ball grounds.

(Hope you enjoyed part 3, cause parts 4 and 5 are coming soon! Thanks for reading)

[xecutivecucumber]

Executive Cucumber's Thoughts on the Bad Batch Season 3, Episode 5, The Return!

(And I'm doing this instead of sleeping)

Spoilers after the break

Notes may not be in order

At first I was a little disappointed that we didn't start immediately after the end of the last episode, but I think I prefer it. We can have the reunion any way we want now. It's possible that the writers thought that they would all just awkwardly and quietly get on the Marauder and fly off and they knew we would be disappointed by that. So they left it to us to imagine what happened next. I think that's also why they didn't show Crosshair finding out about Tech. For them, Crosshair might just stay silent, or disassociate or something and we wouldn't be satisfied. But now we get to imagine all kinds of angst for when that happened.

Oh, the contrast between Omega waking up on Pabu and on Tantiss. SHE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH.

Aww AZ really loves Omega.

Okay, but how did Crosshair accept the fruit? Did he say thank you? I NEED TO SEE CROSSHAIR BE AWKWARD AROUND NORMAL PEOPLE.

I honestly think Crosshair wants to train Omega as his replacement if he can't get over his hands.

Wrecker and Hunter just blatantly watching them is amazing.

MOM'S HOME

Crosshair's sass is everything to me in this episode.

I honestly think that Echo is the only one who really talks about Tech out loud because he's the only one of them who has experienced loss before. He knows how to handle it. The others...do not.

STOP MAKING CROSSHAIR GO TO COLD PLACES, ESPECIALLY WHEN THAT COLD PLACE TRAUMATIZED HIM

'Little brother' oh my gosh they are my everything.

I expected Crosshair to love Omega, but he ADORES her and I am here for it. I'm also here for the fury for when she is inevitably captured again.

Hunter, you are a butt. I still love you.

HIS ARMOR. YES. YES. YES.

'It still fits' it might not have because he was so skinny and that is devastating.

Oh my gosh Hunter and Crosshair's arguing is everything I could have wanted.

'Kill each other later' Echo I love you.

I love that Batcher is just a member of the Batch now. Also, Hunter, get your senses in order the dog is doing your job.

THE HELMETS. AAAAAAAAAGH.

Hunter: sees Crosshair tenderly arranging helmets

Also Hunter: this is unreasonably suspicious

TOOTHPICKS YES

HIS TREMBLING HAAAANDS

Ugh I love Crosshair and Hunter's fight so much. Crosshair isn't just pushing Hunter's buttons, he's legitimately angry that Hunter let Omega get captured and go through what she did. And then there's the beautiful subtext of 'you let Tech die.'

Crosshair and Batcher are best duo.

THE SNOW IS SO GORGEOUS

CROSSHAIR SOUNDS SO MUCH LIKE TECH HE EVEN SAYS 'OMEGA' THE SAME WAY.

This is their get-along-worm.

Wrecker hugging Crosshair and Hunter may be one of my favorite things ever.

'There's no blood.' I am requesting all fic writers to provide me with a plethora of fics featuring Hunter and Crosshair fighting to bloodshed, ranging from angst to the stupidest argument ever.

CROSSHAIR YOU BEAUTIFUL PERSON YOU OPENED UP.

Okay after Hunter said he did things he regretted too I'm now convinced that he has committed so many war crimes in trying to find Omega. Wrecker has nightmares about it.

I can't remember where, but Crosshair's theme was played in the major key!!! LET HIM BE HAPPY

Crosshair is such a joy to watch this episode. This is who he is and it really contrasts with chipped Crosshair.

I miss Tech so much. I want to see him in this dynamic. I also want to see Crosshair and Phee's dynamic.

I mean this in the most complimentary way possible: this episode felt like a fanfiction. The focus on their interactions and emotions feels like something we'd get from a fic rather than Canon. And I love every moment of it.

I adore seasons 1 and 2, but there were definitely episodes I preferred over another. This season has been 10/10 for me so far. And once more I have to wait a FREAKING week for more.

[lunarthefrieschild]

‼️ANNOUNCEMENT FOR THE #lunarARTCONTEST~★‼️

THE THIRD WINNER IS..

@mel-loly 🥹🫶💕

Reasons why they got the third place;

In my opinion the art style INCREDIBLY stands out it's very cute and pretty but there's a slight problem that make her the 3rd place!! She could be the second place if the background was not a pastel light purple color and the simple patterns also slightly bothers me it's very adorable but I've seen that you are more focused on the character than the background AGAIN MEL TYSM FOR THE BEAUTIFUL AND GORGEOUS ART MY CHARACTER STAR LOOK SO FREAKING GORGEOUS ON IT I'M SO HAPPY WKWBWJWBWN!! CONGRATS FOR BEING THE THIRD WINNER THOUGH THANKS FOR JOINING 🫶💕💖!!

THE SECOND PLACE WINNER IS..

@cyberanalogy

Why did they got the second place??;

Also the reason @cyberanalogy got to be the second place is because her shading and pose is very simple BUT SO CUTE!! One of the big reasons u get chosen is because how creative u draw star she is the big reason why u got to be the second place I really love how u shade and pose her thx for participating<33💕

AND THE WINNER WINS TO..

@cool-persom 👑💯🔥

Why did she got the FIRST place??;

OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS.. DID I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN LIKE LITERALLY!?? THE BACKGROUND AND THE LIGHTING IS JUST SO FREAKING FIREEEEEE I AM STUNNED WHEN I SAW THIS IT'S LIKE I'M MAKING A COMMISSION FR 😱🔥💕💕..--

Let's be serious I will tell u the REAL REASON.She did not just focused on the characters but also the BACKGROUND and the LIGHTING is INCREDIBLY AMAZING!!the theme is EXACTLY LIKE WHAT I WANTED/BEEN DREAMING OF and the pose is just incredibly amazing and cute I love how she did the mirror floor too!! CONGRATS FOR BEING THE WINNER<33🔥💕💕

(NOW TO ALL THE PERSON WHO DOESN'T GET CHOSEN I JUST WANT TO SAY THANK U SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING AND DON'T GAVE UP ON YOUR DRAWING JUST NOW,I MAY NOT PICK YOUR BEAUTIFUL DIGITAL ART BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN IT IS UGLY IT'S A MASTERPIECE U DIDN'T KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM THAT ALL OF U JOINS THE CONTEST I JUST WANT TO GAVE U A TIGHT HUG BECAUSE I FELT SO SPECIAL AND INCREDIBLY HAPPY WHEN U JOINS MAYBE NEXT YEAR OR MONTHS U WILL GET CHOSEN NEXT?? DON'T GAVE UP ILYSMMM 🥹🫶🫶💕💕)

[fromasgardandback]

Bride & Groom First Look // Moon Knight Men Headcanon

@renee834729​:  Hey Sarah! I wanted to see if you could do a really sweet request about the moon boys. Do you know that trend where the groom would have his back turned and his bride to be would walk up and stand behind them and he would turn to see his girl all dress up in the wedding dress? The first look!  Like how each would react? I think it would be so cute and i think they would cry

masterlist | oneshots

Marc

Marc was nervous for his wedding day. he knew you were the love of his life, but anything could happen before your ‘i do’s’

you were just as nervous, but a nervous excited and to not be surprised by anything you wanted to do a private first look with your photographer

you were wearing a beautiful gown shaped in a trumpet shape with silk fabric that fitted your body beautifully

you stood on one side of the wall, while Marc stood on the other side. you two were smiling ear to ear, eager to see one each other again

“My love, are you here?” Marc said, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m here, handsome.” You said reaching out to hold his hand.

as the two of you talked for a minute, looking over to see each other, the photographer kept taking photos of the two of you together

“Oh my gosh.” He said with a tearful smile. “You look absolutely stunning. Gorgeous” Marc smiled wider leaning in to kiss you.

“Me? You look so good in this suit.” You said running your hands down his chest, kissing him back.

you and Marc couldn’t wait to be married and together forever

Steven

Steven was the most happiest he could be today. he was marrying the love of his life and his best friend

Steven had on a nice navy blue suit that matched his skin tone beautifully along with a stark white shirt that matched with your theme perfectly

your gown had laced sleeves to your wrists with the lace filling out down to your hip line of the mermaid design

you walked with your maid of honor and Steven walked with his best man towards the gazebo in the field waiting to be united with your beloved

the two of you stood back to back and held hands, then slowly you turned around to face him

Steven gasped, taking in all of your beauty as a small tear rolls down his cheek, “Y/N, you’re literally a goddess standing before me.”

“Oh, Steven. You’re incredibly majestic yourself.” You said kissing his cheek softly.

you two stood there for a few minutes being in the moment, just with yourself

Steven didn’t care anymore, he pulled you close kissing you passionately, while you blushed hard kissing him back

your wedding was one to be remembered as a bright day between both of you

Jake

Jake was the kind of man to be extra with his beau, this did not exclude his wedding

Jake wanted this first look with his groom to be the best one he could

he set up a sunset time in the woods with lights around to experience a magical time together

Jake wore a beautiful suit that looked expensive, but was just pressed nicely with golden cuffs

your ballgown dress filled out to just above floor-length, basically to the ankle. it was like vintage dress to have enough room to walk, dance, and show off your heels

you walked towards him while he stood there, both of you in complete awe of each other

“Mi Bella, I cannot express how beautiful you are.” Jake held your face, pecking your lips

“Thank you, my dear. You look just as amazing as you think I do.” You kissed him back.

“More, Bebe. More.” He said holding you closer.

you both have been waiting your whole life for this very moment

[anincompletelist]

get to know me tag! :D

OKAY @bigassbowlingballhead I am combining your tag with the ones from @littlemisskittentoes and @read-and-write- even though those were SO LONG AGO NOW but I realized I haven't ever really posted much about myself on here (unless you've followed me over from @soldouthaz ) sooooo HERE IS THAT? <3 thanks for the tags friends I loved reading about y'all!

First Set

Last Song: JAPANESE WHISKEY by Ruel

Last Film: No Hard Feelings jshdkjshd

Currently Reading:

the books sitting beside my laptop right now are:

- War of the Foxes / Richard Siken - Letters to Father / Franz Kafka - Time is a Mother / Ocean Vuong - On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / Ocean Vuong - Devotions / Mary Oliver - The Cinnamon Peeler / Michael Ondaatje - Little Weirds / Jenny Slate

and fic-wise:

- I am hoping to finish the newest chapter of a sea of hope by acastle tonight - I just read A Thing of Beauty by @orchidscript last night (was wonderful!) - and I just compiled a list of all my January favorites here !

Currently Watching: The Bear is the next one up on my watch list if I ever manage to get around to it! love ayo so much!

Currently Consuming: a large diet coke from sonic skjhdkshd my beloved <3

Currently Craving: a cinnamon roll?

Three ships:

Firstprince

Sterek

I used to write Larry so I guess that counts? skjdhsdjkh

First Ship: oh gosh, I think sterek, but also technically Eddie and Loren from a show called Hollywood Heights when I was in middle school skjdhkjshd

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Second Set

Were You Named After Anyone?

yes! the story of Sarah in the Old Testament of the Bible! she was described as faithful, loving, caring, stubborn (ha), and loyal, and also ties into my adoption story :)

When Was The Last Time You Cried?

oh gosh, several days ago, I think? it was my birthday skhdkjshd (no further explanation needed)

Do You Have Kids?

I do not, although I am the certified and confirmed 'Mom Friend'

What Sport Do/Have You You Played?

no <3

Do You Use Sarcasm?

not typically unless it's with someone I am very comfortable with. I work in a lot of mental health conscious areas and am studying to be a therapist so I try not to use any type of humor that could be negatively interpreted!

What's The First Thing You Notice About Other People?

usually body language! I'd say I pick up on energy fairly well, so that too, if applicable.

What's Your Eye Color?

blue! (surprise I am Henry)

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

cannot watch scary movies, I have far too much anxiety in general to have a need to induce it intentionally jshdkjhs. it doesn't have to be a happy ending though, so long as the theme/lessons are well done. I adore digging into films and picking apart all of the layers and symbolism, so anything with some emotional weight is right up my alley! but I enjoy a bit of everything :)

Any Talents?

I'm a photographer both as a job and as a hobby, and I work part time as a makeup artist as well! I enjoy writing in my free time (obviously) and I like painting and drawing, although I definitely wouldn't consider myself very talented in those areas skjdhksd. honestly anything creative I will try and probably enjoy!

Where Where You Born?

Texas (I am Alex actually)

What Are Your Hobbies?

I touched on it earlier but photography, makeup, reading/writing, anything creative and anything psych related pretty much!

Do You Have Any Pets?

I have three! all dogs, two chihuahuas and a dachshund :)

How Tall Are You?

5'5? (I have been telling people my entire life I'm 5'7 and at my last doctor's visit they informed me that I was a liar!)

Favorite Subject in School?

english and psych!

Dream Job?

any place I can help people. I would love to be involved in a cause larger than myself while also getting to do something I'm passionate about, so anything from an english teacher to an editor to a therapist to volunteer work!

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open tag to anyone who would like to share! <3

xx

[elena-mayfair]

The Calling

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, graphic explicit violence, adult themes, reader discretion is advised Summary: Every step you took, every decision you made, every path you chose led you here... Word count: 5.8k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Series Masterlist Part nineteen: The horror and the ruin - Part 2

***

Darkness covered your eyes completely, extinguishing Lucifer's shining brightness. Warm, benevolent, it soothed your senses, hiding you from the light from which you failed to escape.

"Come with me…" Lucifer extended his hand to you. You refused to take it.

For a moment you saw absolutely nothing, except Lucifer's angrily glittering eyes, gleaming like two kindling coals of hatred. You didn't hear your heartbeat or your accelerated breathing, only a quiet curse that broke through the sound of wings sweeping the nonexistent air.

"You forget yourself Morningstar," a warm female voice came from the darkness, and Lucifer's eyes darkened under its tone, "You forget where you belong Angel."

The darkness softened revealing a petite woman. She stood between you and Lucifer as if blocking his access to you. You couldn't see her face, only a storm of black like raven's feathers curls that waved before your eyes.

"Lady Death," the darkness brightened slightly and you saw Lucifer humbly bow his head. Yet the humility quickly disappeared giving way to a defiant look, "Forgive me, my lady but why delay the inevitable? Why delay something that would certainly have happened anyway. You surely can't hold it against me that I have decided to welcome such an exceptional guest to my Kingdom in person."

"You are overstepping beyond your position," the woman replied, and although her voice sounded gentle there was something intimidating about it, "We operate according to rules and principles. Without them, chaos would prevail. You do not come before me."

"Ancient laws. It's about time to change them," Lucifer replied but there was no pride and loftiness in his voice that you witnessed before.

"Leave," the woman continued, "You should not be here."

"My lady…"

"Leave," she threatened taking two steps toward him, "You have no authority here. You wouldn't want me as your enemy Angel. You are the Ruler of Hell, so be one. Fulfill the role that was given to you."

"She will find her way to my domain anyway…."

"Leave, Morningstar. Walk away before I choose to enter your domain and exert the authority that has been given to me," the woman spoke and darkness once again shrouded everything. Lucifer's eyes faded away. They disappeared. Lucifer was gone.

For a moment you remained still, stunned. In a void of nothing. In complete darkness. You wanted to say something, you opened your mouth, but no voice came out. You tried to move, but your legs seemed to grow into the surface beneath them. Only a single thought seemed to break through the all-encompassing emptiness, a single thought that, despite your complete numbness, seemed to warm your quiet heart, "Morpheus…".

And suddenly the darkness softened again taking on the hue of the fading night, allowing you to see again a storm of curls, a petite stature, inky black eyes shining like two onyxes, and a friendly smiling face.

"We finally meet!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around your neck hugging you sincerely, "Oh my gosh you are gorgeous! More beautiful than I imagined!" she pulled away from you and her black eyes sparkled happily, "No wonder he lost his head for you!"

"Thank you…?" you couldn't help but smile, "Forgive me…but…you are Death…." you whispered hesitantly.

"For once I don't have to explain it!" she smiled happily, "You have no idea how delighted I am that we can finally meet! Morpheus told me so much about you!"

"You are Morpheus' sister," you stated, not able to hide the fright in your voice.

"From the dawn of time and existence!" Death replied with a smile.

You looked at her with undisguised fascination. You looked at her petite figure, a storm of curls that with every movement spread the scent of lily, incense, candle wax and licorice. You looked at her black as onyxes shining eyes that gazed fondly at you. Heavy boots, black jeans, a black tank top, and a magnificent silver ankh cross that hung around her neck. With her style, she reminded you so much of Morpheus, she reminded you so much of yourself.

"Forgive me, I'm staring," you lowered your gaze in embarrassment, "This is not how I imagined the personification of Death."

"Oh you have nothing to apologize for!" her kind, warm voice made you want to smile instantly, "You were probably expecting a black coat, a hood, and a big scythe," she joked and you nodded slightly, "I left this look in the Dark Ages. You have no idea how hard it is to travel with a massive chunk of iron on a stick!"

"Where are we?" you asked, searching for courage, "Are we in your Realm?"

"No my dear. We are in the In-between," she replied, "You have been here before."

"I didn't realize it was a place, I thought it was more of a state of mind," you replied and looked around at the darkness stretching around you, "Where exactly is the In-between?"

"It's a fragment of the reality between, your human world and our realities," Death explained.

"Everyone ends up here after death?" you asked with ease, finding a remnant of confidence deep within you.

"No," she replied shortly but, upon seeing your questioning eyes, she continued, "this is not the place mortals usually go to. This is not a path, nor a state of suspended existence. You were not supposed to end up here, and yet…."

"I keep ending up in places I shouldn't have ended up in," you quipped.

"It seems to me that even Lucifer was surprised that he found you here. If not for that, I would have gotten to you first. I'm sorry you had to wait," in the silence once again you heard the sound of wings sweeping the air, "Let's go…" she extended her hand to you and once again smiled kindly. For a moment, the aura she exuded around you made you want to take it and follow her. An aura of warmth, peace, blissful rest. An inviting aura, an aura that would take away all fears, all suffering, but also every desire, every dream, every goal. And suddenly the realization of your state struck you, struck you like thunder strikes the earth, and for the first time you understood….

"Wait…" you whispered, "If you are Death, and I am…" you expected to feel the pounding of a frightened heart but it remained silent, "I died…"

"I'm sorry…" Death saddened and you felt her sorrow, "I'm sorry it ended like this…"

Suddenly the darkness grew even brighter showing images against its blackness, clear like a movie projected on a theater screen. You saw yourself. Beaten, bloodied, lifeless lying on the floor in a growing pool of blood. Your broken arm lay at an unnaturally twisted angle, your torn top showed bloody marks on your hip, blood was oozing from countless wounds on your body and face. You saw David as he tightened his grip on your throat through John's hands, crushing it, choking the life out of you. You saw your own eyes, empty, lifeless, like the eyes of a doll. You saw the grimace of satisfaction disappear from his face giving way to fear.

"No…" You whispered silently, "no no no…"

"I'm really sorry…" Death repeated.

"No, this is not fucking happening! Not now! This is not how it was supposed to be! Fuck!!!" anger ripped from you shattering the silence. You looked at her desperately. "I can't be dead!!! I can't! That son of a bitch didn't do this to me!" you exclaimed in denial, "Morpheus! I saw him! I saw a vortex forming! This is some kind of fucking nightmare!!!"

"Y/N your reaction is understandable, " Death's eyes shone with empathy, "But I'm here am I not?"

"But you don't understand…I can't be dead!" you cried, "Not now when Morpheus and I…" you trailed off and horror completely overwhelmed you, "Morpheus…oh no, no….Morpheus will find me. Please…" you looked at her pleadingly, "Morpheus can't find me like this. You have to do something. Morpheus…it will destroy him."

Death only slipped a strand of hair behind her ear hiding what in your eyes was a glittering tear gathering in her shining eyes.

"My brother loves you endlessly…" she said, "He would go to Hell for you or even to the Silver City itself. You have changed him so much…"

"He can't find me like this…"

"I'm afraid it's too late for that…"

*

Golden grains of sand fell to the ground revealing to Morpheus' eyes his own nightmare. Books scattered everywhere, pages torn, cigarette butts, shattered pieces of glass, traces of blood on the floor and her, crushed under the weight of John's body, his hands tightening around her neck. He looked at him terrified and Morpheus knew that under the facade of John's face there was someone else entirely.

"Get away from her!!!" he growled as he jumped to him in a heartbeat, tearing him off her.

"How does it feel? How does it feel to experience your worst nightmare!!!?" The demon growled staring at him viciously. Morpheus swept his eyes over the floor and stopped before his gaze could rest on her.

"What have you done…." the endless cold of his voice came from the depths of the universe. The room and the space around them were filled with darkness and single stars shone angrily in the endless blackness of his eyes. The stars burned red.

"Don't hurt me I beg you!" The demon suddenly collapsed, pathetically cowering in terror from his glare, "Oh god what have I done?! what have I done?! Oh god why?!" he looked at her and tears began to flow uncontrollably down his cheeks, "I didn't mean to! You have to believe me!" he lied.

"Be quiet."

"He ordered me! He made me!" despair ripped out of him, "You don't know what he can do to a person! He ordered me! He said that if I don't do it my torture will never end! He said if I don't do it he'll never get me off the rack!"

"I said be quiet!" the order rumbled, shaking the walls.

"I beg you spare me! I didn't mean to…I'm sorry…" he wept in raspy tears.

Wrath burned in Morpheus with endless fire. He wanted to rip the demon out of Constantine's body and tear him apart. He desired to shred his existence into millions of pieces, he wanted to erase him from existence, something he should have done long ago.

"There is no punishment severe enough that is adequate to the crime you have done," he spoke coldly, fighting the urge to murder, "In your hatred and envy you have become a puppet in the game of beings far more powerful than you. You have become a mindless tool that Lucifer has exploited. A twisted, manipulated soul, the executor of a strike intended for me. A punishment for my own arrogance." The red in Morpheus' eyes dimmed. "I should destroy you," he continued as a portal to the Dreaming formed behind his back, "I should erase your existence."

"I beg you…" The demon wept again.

"I will decide later what to do with you…" he decided and pushed John into the portal, sending him to the Dreaming.

Silence ensued. A silence that could not be broken by a heartbeat, a quiet breath, or the barely audible moan he so longed to hear. A silence that could not be shattered by a faint murmur of movement, or a meek plea for help. A silence that ripped apart his heart, a silence that tore apart his very being, the silence of nonexistence, the silence of death.

Although he wished not to, he forced himself to look at her. At her beaten face, at her bloodied body, at her empty dead eyes. He fell to his knees and wept for the first time in ages. His heart lay dead before him, murdered, destroyed by the envy and pride of the being he should have never disrespected. His hope brutally taken from his life by the hubris of the being led by Desire. His happiness consumed by Despair.

He cried as his hand gently touched her. Fading sparks of storm light still floated on her skin. For a moment, hope crept into his heart, but it was extinguished as soon as he looked into her eyes again. There was no life in them. The joy and delight were snuffed out, the determination and will to fight were smothered, the will to live was taken away.

He took off his cloak and, enveloping her body, gently lifted her into his arms. Despair ripped through his very being, ripped through his heart and mind as he held her in his arms and entered the portal to the Dreaming. He couldn't leave her here. He could not lose her. He couldn't let her go.

*

You fell to your knees and burst into hysterical crying. With your imagination's eyes you saw Morpheus standing over your dead body and grief and despair seemed to tear your soul apart.

"I beg of you…" you looked at Death with broken eyes, "He is your brother! He can't find me dead!"

"He has already found you…" Death replied softly and your cry ripped through the silence of the void. A million thoughts swept through your mind, a million dreams and wishes that you were supposed to fulfill together. A million beautiful days and intoxicating nights you were supposed to spend together. A picture of the life you wanted to build with him. You cried. Despair racked at your pain, tears blurred your vision making you unable to see the blue sparks that were dancing all over your skin. Sparks that seemed to burst out of you and float in the blue smoke to form shapes and images of your unfulfilled dreams that were taken away from you.

"Incredible…" Death whispered as she looked at the images. Each of them depicted Morpheus and you, on the path of life together, each one being a different yearning, a different wish, a different unfulfilled dream. "Remarkable…"

"You have to send me back!" you shouted, suddenly jumping to your feet. The tears disappeared, your eyes burned with a blaze of determination, "You must send me back!" you gripped Death's hand and looked fearlessly into her black eyes. "I refuse! I will not die! I will not leave him alone!"

"Y/N my dear, " she looked at you warmly, "You got what everyone gets, a lifetime. Your life has come to an end. "

"I don't accept it!" you shouted as the flame of determination grew stronger.

"Most don't accept that. Most people at the end of their lives ask for more. But to die is as natural as to live," in a gentle voice she tried to comfort you, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

"I'm not afraid!" you denied angrily, "But it's not my time! There is nothing natural about my death. I was murdered by a demon formed from the soul of my ex in the body of my friend!!! Fuck! What is natural in such in death!?"

"You haven't exactly lived an ordinary life," she noted, "your death is the natural result of the decisions you made while you were alive."

"I won't go with you!"

"Do you think that a young soldier killed on the battlefield doesn't ask for my mercy when his life is brutally taken from him? Do you think a young girl doesn't ask why when her life ends in a dark alley that she unwisely chose as her way home?" despite the gentleness of her voice her face took on a sterner look, "Do you think that a child does not cry for a mother when illness ends his life prematurely? Even an old man begs for more time when his life comes to an end."

"And what did my parents ask for?" the question broke out quietly.

For a moment Death looked at you and the aura of warmth and understanding seemed to calm your raging nerves. She smiled and sat down on the ground pulling you along. She crossed her legs, rested her elbows on her knees and stared at you tilting her head to the side as if in amusement and curiosity. It seemed to you that she was not accustomed to long conversations with the dead.

"Your father greeted me with joy," she began, "with relief even. He suffered greatly at the end of his life. He was expecting my coming. He was curious, curious about what would happen next. He took my hand without hesitation," tears came to your eyes, "He was worried about your mother, he was worried about you, but he knew you would be okay. He knew you were strong."

"And my mom?" you asked with a whisper.

"Your mom, oh…your mom was just like you. She was desperately clinging to life," a frail smile appeared on Death's face, "My coming was an utter surprise to her. She didn't want to leave. She asked, begged for more time. She kept saying that there was so much she yet had to do, so much more she wanted from life. And she was so worried about you." tears ran down your face, "But in the end, she also went with me."

"Where to?" the question broke out almost soundlessly, "where are they now?"

"I don't know that…" there was not a shred of falseness in her voice, "even I don't know what happens beyond that."

"And yet you want me to go with you…"

"Every mortal creature must take this journey."

"And where will this journey take me? You don't know that."

"You will have to find out for yourself."

You fell silent. Suspended between life and further existence, in nothingness, in the company of benevolent Death, standing at the edge of a lone journey ahead, you knew one thing. If you were not to share this journey with Morpheus, it was not a journey you wanted to go on.

"Morpheus…I can't leave him…" you wiped away tears and persistence shone in your eyes once again.

"Oh my dear Y/N!" amusement appeared on Death's face, "usually people after death think of themselves and what awaits them next and you seem to think of everyone else but yourself!"

"A manufacturing defect," you joked and to your surprise, you laughed out loud, "Sorry but I didn't leave just anyone out there! Dream of the Endless tied his existence to mine and I to his! I guess it's normal for my behavior to be abnormal!"

"You are completely unafraid of me!" she noted amused.

"You're not the first Endless I've met!" you smirked, "But of all of them you are by far the nicest."

"And yet it is at the thought of me that people usually shudder in fear."

"People are stupid!" you scoffed, "Alright enough chitchat, which way to the world of the living?!" you jumped to your feet and began to look around.

"Y/N…" Death began calmly, "There is no return to the world of the living."

"But surely you can make an exception!" anger stained your voice again, "God knows how many times you've made exceptions for Sam and Dean!"

"That's different…"

"Like how?"

"Sam and Dean are protected by the Creator himself. I could take their lives at any time. However, that would mean declaring war on the Creator and the hosts of the Silver City army. This war would be to no one's benefit."

"I won't leave him…" repeated stubbornly. Death only sighed in resignation.

"I can provide you with safe passage to his Kingdom. Something I don't do very often," she offered, "Morpheus is waiting for you. He has called me several times already."

"He is waiting for me?"

"You could live endlessly in his Kingdom as one of his Dreams," she continued, "It's a good offer. It will be wise of you to accept it."

"No." You replied shortly.

"No?"

"I'm not very rational, sorry! But I don't want to live as one of his Dreams," you explained, "I want to live as me! I want to be me! The way I was! With my own free will, my own agency, not as a fragment of myself subjected to his will."

"Y/N, I am offering you an existence without pain, without suffering, forever in the Kingdom of Dream…"

"I know, and I thank you for the offer, but there must be another way."

"Haven't you suffered enough for one life?" Death asked, "Let go. Let yourself rest. Leave behind the struggle, the losses, the pain and suffering…"

"No," you refused again, "Struggle, losses, pain and suffering are just part of my life. Part of my path. There is also joy, happiness, delight, love to be found, there is Dream," the certainty of your words surprised you, "by giving up one I give up the other as well, and I won't do that. I am choosing a different path. I am determined, I won't let the dreams be taken from me, not now after Morpheus has shown me, has taught me how to dream again, how to wish, how to love."

"Y/N…" Death began but you wouldn't let her continue.

"I won't let the dreams be taken from me…" you repeated firmly.

"How do you know there is another path?"

"There must be," you raised your head high and straightened your back, determined, "There must be."

Death only smiled kindly and, to your surprise, she embraced you warmly.

"My brother was right," she said, releasing you from her arms, "You are an exceptional wonder."

"I'll take that as a compliment," you smirked.

"If this is the path you are choosing you will have to follow it by yourself. I can't accompany you."

"Will we see each other again?" you asked.

"One day surely," the scent of lilies and incense surrounded you again, "Good luck my dear. For the first time ever, I wish I knew what Destiny knows now." She hugged you one last time and disappeared leaving you alone in the never-ending void.

"Thank you…" You whispered into the darkness and began to walk ahead.

*

Dreaming was shrouded in an impenetrable darkness which was brightened only by crackling thunders that cut through the black sky time after time. Rain poured down from the sky incessantly, filling the lakes, swelling the rivers, drowning the land. The wind howled mournfully, slamming the shutters of the houses, breaking the trees, moving the foundations of the earth. All the residents of the Kingdom buried themselves in their homes yet they too seemed to provide no shelter. Dreams and Nightmares buried themselves in the confines of human creations. Magical creatures fearfully fled into the deepest recesses of caves and dungeons. Cain and Abel huddled by the fireplace calming a terrified Goldie. Marvin, along with Lucienne, anxiously looked out the library window at the world whining outside. Matthew perched on the headboard of the bed on which her body rested. Only a wyvern, a griffin, and a hippogriff remained unmoved, informing their Sovereign of the visitor waiting at the gates.

"Where is she?" Morpheus asked his sister when she finally stood in his chamber. He was kneeling by her bed, holding her hand in his, as if waiting for her to wake up in a moment. "Tell me, sister!? Where is she!?" with pleading eyes he demanded an answer. Death only put her hand on his shoulder and answered with sadness.

"She chose a different path," she said.

"I called out to you, I called for your attention. Why didn't you answer me!?"

"My dear Dream, I didn't have to answer you to know what you wanted from me. I chose to spend that time with her."

"Then why didn't you bring her!?" despite the sadness ripping through his entire Realm anger shone red in his eyes. Lightning once again cut through the sky.

"It was not my decision Dream. Nor was it mine, nor was it your decision either," she replied gently, "The decision was hers."

"She refused…" he whispered in disbelief.

"She refused," Death confirmed, "I told you, she chose a different path."

"What path?"

"I think we will have to wait to find out…"

*

In the darkness, time lost its meaning. You couldn't tell how long it had been since Death had vanished, leaving you alone in an infinite abyss. You walked ahead not knowing where you were heading. You walked ahead not knowing where the path through the darkness would lead you. You walked ahead not knowing if the darkness would ever end. You walked with your head held high and your back straight, confident, determined.

You pushed through the darkness even though your eyes could not register anything but darkness. You fought your way through the vastness even though the silence seemed to crush you with its weight. You could not hear the sound of your steps, nor your breathing, nor your heartbeat.

You ran ahead even though Despair seemed to lurk in the shadows. Whispering words of doubt, crushing your determination with silence and gloom. "Give up" you seemed to hear a whisper coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, "let go, it's pointless" it tempted, "give up…". You closed your eyes to doubt, closed your heart to fear, and igniting the embers of determination you ran.

Despair.

Desire.

Death.

Dream…

Your Dream. Dream of the Endless. The one that restored your desires to dream, to wish, to live. The one who awakened life in you anew. The one who loved you. The one who made you love once again. The one with whom you tied your life. The one they tried to take away from you…

Overcoming the unending emptiness, you kept thinking of him. In your mind you recalled the moment when you first saw him standing in the distance, overseeing his destroyed Kingdom. You recalled that moment when he turned to you and for the first time your eyes met. His deep black starry eyes. They were endless. You relished in the memory of his dark figure hidden in your black room, disguised by the darkness of the night. Sitting in your armchair. Looking at you for the first time in Waking World. You recalled the time when convinced of its unrealness, you wanted to jump out the window and laughed silently at your own foolishness. You brought back that feeling when for the first time his darkness enveloped you saving your life from an inevitable end. The first time Morpheus's closeness made your heart skip a beat, even though you were not ready to admit it at the time. The memory of your first meeting brought a pleasant shiver to your skin and you felt again for the first time.

You brought back into your mind every moment, every step you took that led you here. You evoked the feeling of awe when he first led you into the Dreaming. You recalled the feeling of fascination when you first understood who he was. When you first heard those words that changed your life forever. "I am Morpheus. Dream of the Endless," a smile of delight appeared on your face as you reminisced about the feeling you felt when the depth of his voice sent shivers down your spine for the first time. And you felt them again.

You ran forward and the memories of feelings seemed to flow in uncontrollably.

The excitement you felt when you saw him Waking World, standing in the rain on a crowded street. The strange warmth when he took the umbrella and your bag from you. The first time you walked hand in hand with him, the first time your hand found its place on his arm.

The feeling of strength and power when you fought the demon. The satisfaction you felt when your power ripped him apart. The pain and relief when Morpheus saved your weary body from falling.

The suffering and despair every time you experienced one of your nightmares. The suffering and despair that gave way to a feeling of safety and comfort when he began to accompany you.

Determination when you entered Hell with him.

Frustration when he attempted to command you.

Fierceness when you defiantly confronted Lucifer.

Despair when it seemed to you that the Beast of Judgment had consumed his existence.

Relief at the sound of the words "I am Hope."

Pride when he took your hand for the first time.

You ran forward and you felt again. You felt every feeling you experienced, each and every one of them and all of them at once.

The joy every time he appeared unexpectedly. That feeling of fluttering heart every time you experienced a new aspect of him in your life. Enchantment, denial, fascination, frustration, fear, apprehension, desire, doubt, anxiety, determination, devotion, love. Love pure and precious like the most treasured diamond, love born out of understanding, out of fascination, out of a sense of belonging. A love that was gentle and respectful and at the same time full of lust and passion. A devotion of hearts and souls that even death could not destroy.

Dream of the Endless inspired you to dream again. He gave you the courage to love. He took away your nightmares, he darned you back together. He rediscovered you. He gave you a new life. He was your Dream and no one could take that away from you. Not Despair, not Desire, not even Lucifer himself.

As you walked ahead, through the deafening, cold darkness, you felt again. You felt the feelings that they tried to kill in you, the feelings they wanted to take away from you.

"I will live! I will dream!" you challenge the emptiness out loud. As you walked with a confident step, you felt determination, you felt certainty. You felt you would find your way. The darkness won't overwhelm you, you won't let despair consume your will again, you won't let your dreams be taken away.

And suddenly the darkness parted showing to your eyes a garden. A great abyssal endless garden full of labyrinths of trees and shrubs. It stretched greenery to the horizon with its intricate, forking paths. In its center in the distance stone columns towered, bound in an arch against the very sky. You turned back surprised and you saw the maze behind you, bathed in the pale glow of the sun. In front of you, a straight path led to a stone door by which a tall, hooded man stood. In his hand, he held a massive book chained to his wrist.

"Welcome," he spoke in a low dry, shortsighted voice, "You who have tied your life to the Dream."

"Who are you?" you asked and there was not a shred of fear in your voice.

"I am Destiny of the Endless," he replied and lifted his gaze to reveal a face hidden under his hood. His eyes, white and clear as those of a blind man, stared at you and through you at the same time. It seemed as if he saw everything beyond time and space.

"Have you come to turn me back to Death?"

"What makes you think it was I who came to you?" he asked and his voice sounded dry like the sound of the pages of an ancient book rubbed against each other, "It is you who came to me. To the Garden of Forking Ways. Your actions led you to me. Every step you took, every decision you made, every path you chose led you here," he gestured to the stone door.

"What will I find behind the door? " you asked without hesitation.

"Your further path. The outcome of the action you took."

"Helpful much," you snorted.

"Do not think I came here to show you the way," the white eyes flickered angrily, "I am not your guide. I am an observer. I am here to witness an event that has not happened in the history of existence."

"I guess it's too late to doubt…" you whispered and stepped closer to the door, "I'm already dead, it can't get any worse… " you pushed the stone door with all your strength, "Here goes nothing!" you exclaimed and stepped confidently into the unexplored depths of space.

Destiny of the Endless opened its book and watched as the record of an event that had never happened before appeared on its pages. For it was here that Determination was born.

***

Darkness took you and you strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead, infinite galaxies of light and you seemed to flow through them. Flowing into eternity, crossing time and space, crossing an endless, impassable reality. You flowed through memories, through every dream and nightmare, through every pain, through every joy. You flowed through suffering and despair, through happiness and strength. You flowed beyond time and existence and the silver tears you shed formed new stars around you. You flowed endlessly and only one feeling burned in you with a bright storm light. Determination. You felt light in you again. It was not the end.

*

You opened your eyes abruptly. The stars disappeared. The darkness vanished. Your confused mind slowly began to register the reality around you. The warmth of the bed you were lying on, the softness of the pillow under your head, the marble vault above your head, the sound of crackling shutters and the air that smelled of stormy rain. The bright smile of Death standing by your bed.

"No…" you whispered in a hoarse voice as if speaking for the first time, "I'm not dead…"

"No, dear!" she smiled even wider, "You're back…"

And then you felt it, the warmth of Morpheus' hands on yours. You felt it for the first time anew. You glanced in his direction and sank into the endless night of his eyes for the first time anew. In stars whose shapes you saw for the first time. In their brightness that shone pure silver. You smiled for the first time and the warmth of his smile ignited your new heart, made it beat for the first time as he spoke to you.

"I thought I had lost you…" he brushed his hand over your cheek as a silver tear ran down his marbled skin.

"You did…" you replied cuddling your cheek into his palm, feeling his warmth again, "I am not me, not entirely."

"No, my heart. You are someone entirely new."

Endless Dream - Epilogue

~~***~~ Author note: At the end of chapter 20, only Epilog left. So yes, that means that story is coming to the end. I'm not gonna lie, I'm going to miss it. I am really satisfied with how this chapter turned out. And I sincerely hope that it was satisfying to you as well. I will save my gratitude for all of you for my last entry at the end of the Epilogue. So let's go there together, now :)

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