#I had a ‘fave’ one once but lost on the way to down town

[miss-floral-thief]

Well

I have my hat but couldn’t find my headband

[changbunnies]

Outlaw (18+)

♡ Pairing: Cowboy/Outlaw!Changbin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: wild west au, cowboy/outlaw au, dubcon, strangers to... something? basically just filth with a little plot thrown in

♡ Word Count: 4.9k

♡ Summary: Y/N, after being displaced from her home due to outlaws, returns a year later in the hopes to reclaim some lost belongings. But the outlaw Changbin, who has claimed her old home for himself, won't let her take her things without getting something in return.

Update! this now has a part 2 you can read here! <3

♡ Warnings: strong language, changbin is mean in a way that he disguises as 'nice' ??? very insincere and condescending :'), minor mention of someone being dead, changbin also remains nameless for a bulk of the fic because he is a stranger. that's about it for general warnings since this is mostly smut lmao but let me know if i missed something that should be here!

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): dubcon!! (please read responsibily and with your own discretion for what you can handle!), petnames (sugar, darlin, sweetheart, good girl, he uses "little lady" exactly once, he also calls reader dumb once), manhandling, nipple play, biting/marking, unprotected piv, some slapping and choking, a lil dacryphilia. lmk if i missed anything!

♡ Notes: i originally wasn't going to post something again this soon but i was possesed to write this after repeatedly seeing cowboy concepts from my faves :') as usual, if you're interested you can check out my fic rec and feedback blog @stray-dreams !

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Get in, grab the stuff you need, and get out before the sun starts to set- that’s all you have to do. You are in the remnants of your childhood home, nestled within the ghost town that is the place you grew up in. Abandoned over a year ago, when a band of cowboys came stirring trouble and driving out the locals with their exuberant drinking and penchant for violence. 

Your parents, the owners of what was once the town’s largest and most successful saloon, had unfortunate run-ins with the vile men on a daily basis, having to turn away regulars for their own safety and clean up the abundant mess left behind from the nightly roughhousing. 

It was with a heavy heart that your family left everything behind, with the hopes they could rebuild somewhere safer, out of the radius of all the outlaws and their gun fights. Your family hasn’t had the easiest go of things since then, having expended nearly all of their tucked away savings in the process of relocating and building a new home and business.

And now here you are, searching your hold home for anything that could help. You’d heard news of dust settling in the area as the infighting between local gangs were dying down, and thought now would be your best chance to return for things that had to be left behind. You knew there was no physical money to be found, but if you were lucky there could still be trinkets left behind that would fetch a good price. Something that maybe the cowboys wouldn’t recognize as overtly valuable, but would be to a trained eye. 

"Ya lost, sugar?" a gruff voice says from behind, making you nearly jump out of your skin. Shit- how did you not hear him approach? You quickly stand and turn around, the image of a burly man in the doorway, with dark curly hair and equally dark eyes. There was no way this man approached silently- you must have just been too absorbed in your task to pay attention to outward noise.

"Not lost," you say, voice firm now that you are past the initial surprise of being discovered. You are not nearly as alarmed as one might expect you to be; you were born and raised in the saloon, helped your parents keep it running smoothly as a barmaid once you were old enough. You handled your fair share of unruly drunks and trigger happy outlaws, learning from an early age how to get men to abide by your rules. So surely you could handle this man too.

"Sure 'bout that? This ain't the kinda place a little lady like yourself goes wanderin',” the man says, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe. Despite the relaxed way he does it, it's clear he doesn't intend on letting you past him. If anything, he almost challenges you to- with a look that says you can certainly try to get past me, but you won’t. 

"This is my house. At least it was, until people like you drove us out," you spit out against your better judgment. You normally know better than to instigate a fight with a lawless man, usually using a disgustingly sweet tone and batting your lashes to get them to listen to you. You should know to bite down the resentment that runs through you, even if the feeling is justified. But the way that he’s treating your home as his property makes your blood boil. "Just let me get my things, and then I'll never see you again.”

The man hums, as if considering your words, before the corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. "I don't much care about that darlin'. It belongs to me now." The minute townsfolk like you left, this town was up for grabs for anyone who wanted it, and he and his gang gladly claimed it. Whatever you left behind, every little thing no matter how small, it’s all his now- it’s as simple as that. And you can’t take from him without paying a price. 

You glare at him, eyes full of scorn. What pisses you off the most about him is that he knows it’s his fault you lost everything you held dear, and he doesn’t care- he holds it over your head, using your belongings like a bargaining chip. As if you’re a dog waiting to be fed a treat or a fish on his hook, completely at his mercy, unable to get what you want or need unless he’s kind enough to grant it to you. And you hate that it makes his eyes light up with a twisted delight, the upturned smirk making you want to slap it off his face (though he’d probably just find that amusing too.) 

‘Fucking asshole,’ you think to yourself. What do you do now? Grovel? Does he want you to get on your hands and knees, beg him with a desperate voice and teary eyes? ‘Oh please, mister cowboy sir, please give me my things back!’ As fucking if- you would never do that. The man lets out a laugh, as if he can read your mind and knows exactly what you think of him. 

But the thing is, he does know what you’re thinking, knows that you absolutely hate him right now. He's seen that expression on countless faces before- a fire burning in the eyes, red hot rage burning through your blood. But if there's anything he's good at, one thing he loves doing more than anything else, it's extinguishing the flames of pretty young things like you who think they can talk back to him. 

"If it makes you this upset, you can always take it up with the leader of my gang. He’s the one who ‘forced’ you out, not me," he says, a devilish smirk plastered on his face before he continues, "Oh, but he's 6 feet under now. Guess you're outta luck, huh? You're stuck with me darlin'. So let's figure this out together, hmm?" 

He steps out of the doorway, letting the previously open door slam closed behind him. You want to stand your ground, but unconsciously you take a step back, and then another, and another, until he has you cornered. Back pressed against the wall, his palm planted firmly on the wall next to your head, effectively caging you in. 

His other hand reaches for the bag hanging off your shoulder, full of your old personal effects. Valuable trinkets buried under old journals, black and white family photos and letters penned from distant relatives; all items that scream of sentimentality. How sweet. It's too bad he's not a nicer person; maybe then he'd let you walk away with all this useless junk that he has no need for. But what would be the fun in that? 

"I can't let you just take what's mine, we both know that wouldn't be right," he says while gripping your bag tightly in his fist, as if he gives a single fuck about what's right or wrong. All this stuff belonged to you before he and his stupid outlaw buddies effectively stole it anyways! He’s blatantly playing with you, stirring up your emotions just to revel in the reaction it grants him. "Ya gotta pay for it, sweetheart. I know you’re a good girl who knows better than that," he continues, feigning sweetness and care with his tone. 

"I don't have any money to give you," you glare, though the aggression in your eyes doesn’t match the timid way you speak. And that's the crux of why you're here- sure, you've been picking up sentimental items as you move through your old home, but you desperately need money and you came back in the hopes there'd still be something of use to you that hasn't been pilfered yet. 

"Oh, don’t you worry 'bout that. I'm not interested in money darlin'," he says as he tosses your bag to the side, no care at all for any breakables inside. His face moves an inch closer, hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He watches with amused delight as the cogs turn in your head, a realization that makes your eyes widen and face flush. 

"Y-You- I-" You hate yourself for stumbling over your words, and giving more entertainment to the man in front of you. You can tell he likes the way you begin to crumble, breaking down your resolve to be resolute bit by bit. His words are accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eye that you would acquaint with playfulness if you weren’t currently being trapped against a wall by an incredibly strong, intimidating man. 

"Don't worry, sugar, I'm not a monster. I won't force you," he smiles, knowing very well what he's doing. He frames it as if it's your choice- as if he can be free of blame if you give in, as if he isn't taking advantage of your desperation to get your things back. He takes a step back, freeing you from your caged position against the wall, giving you the opportunity to flee right this second if you so choose.

But he knows you won’t. Because you’re brave, or maybe just foolishly stubborn, and you refuse to leave without what you came for. The illusion of choice he’s giving you- it’s almost sickening in its cruelty. And that stupid fucking smirk on his face should make you feel disgusted, resentful, furious, but you feel none of those things- you feel… butterflies? 

Fuck. Are you attracted to him? How fucking stupid can you get? To be attracted to a man who has such little regard for other people, who looks at you like a plaything he can discard the moment he’s bored. His words might be framed sweetly, but the message underneath is clear- you are going to give him what he wants. "Well, what do ya say, sweetheart? Wanna have some fun with me?" 

You swallow, looking at him with shaky fists and red cheeks. Are you really going to do this? Give yourself up to a stranger for things that rightfully belong to you in the first place? It goes against everything you stand for, the rational part of your brain screaming at you to just leave. What would your family say if they found out how far you degraded yourself for something so objectively small? 

But fuck it. Against your better judgment, you agree to ‘have some fun’ with the frustratingly attractive outlaw in front of you. The man smirks once more before he grabs your face under the chin with a rough hand, directing your head up towards his, kissing you with a roughness you've never experienced before. 

There’s a noise of surprise that leaves you, the moment happening so fast it makes your head spin. He squeezes your cheeks, forcing your mouth to open for him, his tongue wasting no time on entering. Unconsciously you reach out for him, desperately grasping for something to hold. You're impossibly dizzy from the feeling of his tongue making circles around yours, and you need to ground yourself, doing so by tightly clutching his shirt in your hands. 

His teeth snatch your bottom lip, tugging harshly before soothing the bite with a lick, and repeating. A whimper escapes you, though you can't tell if it's from the sting in his bites or excitement welling in your gut. You've always been treated delicately by men before now- like you were made from porcelain, like even the smallest of bends could result in a break. And that's what you always thought you liked, so why..? Why is his treatment making your entire body shiver in delight?

He grins when he pulls away, satisfied with the dazed look in your eyes, the swollen red of your lips, the way your breathing has substantially quickened. He wants to ruin you even more- make you delirious with need for him. 

He reaches for the top of your dress now, pulling it down just enough to expose your chest to him. "Pretty," he says with a grin so attractive that it makes your stomach twist. What the fuck is this guy doing to you? You should be ashamed of yourself for finding any semblance of enjoyment from this. 

Rough, calloused hands waste no time groping the newly exposed skin. You suck in a breath, trying desperately not to let out any sounds that would grant him satisfaction. He tuts in disapproval, though he actually loves seeing you try so hard to keep the tough act going- it’s the fight to remain in control that makes it so fun, after all. 

He tweaks your nipples without remorse, pinching and pulling between his fingers, causing a yelp to escape you before you could even hope to stop it. His face lowers, and for a moment you think he’s going to resume the messy, wet kisses, but he doesn’t. Instead, his lips meet your neck, teeth grazing the skin before he decides on a spot to bite down on. 

Over and over, his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck, creating a constellation of bruises in their wake. It’s a reminder, you realize- a reminder of what you chose to do with the nameless outlaw, evidence of what you allowed him to do to your body, an imprint of shame and desire that will follow you for the days to come. 

The noises that leave you are his absolute favorite- pretty sounds of pleasure mixed with pain. Your hands have moved from gripping his shirt to his arms, nails breaking the surface of his skin and a pleasant sting accompanying it. He pulls away once satisfied with his work, another pleased, devious grin on his face as he admires what he’s done to your previously unmarred skin. 

He snakes his hand under your dress next, chuckling when he feels the wetness drenching your panties. "I knew I liked you," he says, tone low but smirk ever-present. Pulling away from you, he walks to the nearby sofa and sits comfortably, raising an eyebrow when you just stare instead of following him over. "C’mon over, sugar. Don’t make me wait." 

You step over slowly, doing your best to swallow down your nerves as you reapproach him. He pulls you to his lap when you’re in his reach, not wasting any time in getting you where he wants you. He lifts the bottom of your dress, bunching it up around your hips, exposing you to his view. He takes a moment to admire the way your panties cling to your skin before he swiftly pulls them to the side.

There’s a gasp from you that follows, not just because of the sudden exposure, but the distinct sound of tearing that fills the space. Did he seriously just rip your underwear? “Oops,” he says with absolutely no sincerity in his voice, “what a shame. They were so pretty, too.” He laughs when you mutter ‘asshole’ under your breath and glare at him, endlessly amused by the way you react to him. There’s part of him that even considers making it up to you later- once he’s done with his own fun, of course. 

He moves his hand to his pants next, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with ease, pulling his (notably large) cock out so nonchalantly that it nearly leaves you stunned. He watches you, reveling in the way your expression changes, the annoyance you held just moments ago melting into a timid desire. 

You stare at him, shy and apprehensive, but still wanting, craving him. He makes a show out of spreading the accumulated pre-cum along his length, indulging in the way your eyes follow every move his hand makes, as if completely and utterly enraptured by him. And in a way, you are; you’ve never been so captivated by a stranger in your entire life the way you are now, intoxicated by the view of the man pumping his cock in front of you.

"Ride it,” he says when he finishes preparing himself for you, “Show me how desperate you are." His light, almost playful tone frames it as a request, but you can tell it isn’t- he’s telling you to do it. And if there’s anything you’ve learned so far, it’s that you can’t resist him, even if you wanted to; you’re under his charismatic spell, with no hope of escaping.

You take a breath, steadying yourself for what's to come before you travel further up his lap. He brings a hand to the nape of your neck, in a gesture that doesn’t at all help with your nerves. How does his hand on you suddenly feel so heavy? A trembling hand reaches for his cock, lining him up with your entrance, but you pause before you lower yourself on it, looking at him with clear apprehension in your eyes. 

He raises his brow when you initially pause, and for a moment you think he’s going to scold you for making him wait, but he doesn’t. Instead, he smiles, expression softening ever so slightly. “You can do it, darlin’. I know you can make it fit,” he leans closer to you as he speaks, his breath fanning your ear as he draws you in by the neck to meet him halfway, “because you’re a good girl who does everything she’s told, aren’t ya?” 

Fuck. If you weren’t positively dripping before, you definitely are now. How does he keep managing to say things that make your stomach twist and a shiver run down your spine? He leans back when you finally begin to sink down on him, hands resting behind his head as he takes in the sight of your scrunched brows and flushed cheeks. 

He's so fucking thick, easily the biggest you've ever taken, but the sting is the most delicious thing you’ve ever felt. Your breathing is ragged by the time you are fully sat on him, your thighs completely flush with his. He allows you a moment of respite, letting you adjust to the feeling of being so full of him, though you aren’t entirely sure you can get used to it. You feel every ridge, every vein, every twitch- so much so, that it makes your entire body tremble. 

And if the outlaw underneath you is being honest, he’s just as equally affected. You’re squeezing him so tight, and if this were any other time he would completely forgo watching you ride him and instead pound straight up into you. But he wants to see how much more obedient you can be, how well you’ll take his orders, how well you’ll listen to him. He wants to see you lose yourself for him, become brainless in the pursuit of pleasure.  

You’re moving again before he even has to tell you to do it, whimpers and moans freely leaving your lips now, much too far gone to care anymore about keeping them held back. The man’s cool exterior cracks for just a moment, head falling back as a low groan escapes his throat. He won’t say it aloud, but you’re driving him crazy- the push and pull he had with you being the most fun he’s had in ages.

"Open your mouth," he commands when he lifts his head back up and you oblige easily, much to the stranger's satisfaction and amusement. Look at you, so full of fight when he first laid eyes on you, now reduced to a cock hungry mess. Listening to him without an ounce of hesitation, completely at his mercy- he loves it. 

He rests two of his fingers on your tongue, letting them linger there for just a moment before he pushes them down your throat. You sputter and gag around them, eyes immediately watering from the intrusion. "You can take it," he tells you when he notices the tears welling in your eyes threatening to fall, "C'mon sweetheart, take what I give you." 

Saliva drips down your chin from the corners of your mouth as he effectively chokes you on his fingers, slapping you on the thigh with his other hand when you show any sign of slowing down. You just barely register his voice praising you in your ears, tears openly falling down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut, forced to keep up the pace he set for you without faltering. 

He can’t help but let out a groan when he admires the view- you’re so fucking pretty when you’re crying, so breathless and ruined, all for him. He’ll give you a gift, he decides; reward you for playing your part for him so perfectly. He pulls his fingers out from your mouth, but there’s no time for you to catch your breath because he immediately brings them to your swollen clit. 

His touch is both harsh and fast, sparing you no time to allow oxygen into your lungs. A loud moan leaves you, your head falling forward and onto his chest from the combined feeling of his wet fingers on your clit and his cock reaching the deepest parts of you. "F-Fuck, please, please-" You're so close, your entire body tingling with pleasure as the knot in your stomach grows incredibly taut.

"Aww, poor thing," he coos mockingly, another slap landing on your thigh when your pace stutters, "need to cum so bad, don't you? Dumb little thing needs my help?" You nod frantically, watery eyes pleading with him. You don’t know when you became so desperate, but it’s all you can think about now. You want it, need it, more than you’ve ever needed anything. 

"Mm, beg for it," he says, the wicked grin returns in full effect and drives you completely crazy. "If you do a good job, I might help." You whine, pace once again faltering as you’re driven to the brink of release, but not quite reaching it on your own. Your thighs burn from the exertion, knees aching and body impossibly tired. 

And so, you do the one thing you said you would never do- beg for him. “P-Please, please help me, wanna cum so bad,” your voice quivers, and he grins, evidently pleased by the display of desperation. He won’t give it to you that easily, though. Because who would he be if he wasn’t at least a little mean? 

"Oh, you can do better than that, I know ya can. Try again, darlin', show me you mean it," he says, hands grabbing your hips and forcing you still now, unable to do a single thing until you tell him what he wants to hear. He smirks when you let out a frustrated cry, your hips being held firmly in place and unable to seek any sort of stimulation. “Go on, sugar. Tell me how bad you need me.” 

“Please, I’ve been so good, gave you everything you wanted, so please, please, need you so bad, please-” you’re babbling now, words leaving you shamelessly, eyes once again watering as the desperation builds overwhelmingly high. You’re clearly no longer in your right mind, because if you were you would never do this. 

The satisfaction he feels from reducing you to this is indescribable, and he’ll be sure to reward you for indulging him so sweetly. He pulls you off his lap with ease, tossing you to the side of the sofa as if you're nothing but a doll. He grabs your arm after he stands, pulling you up and subsequently bending you over the arm of the sofa as he stands behind you. 

He sinks back inside you easily, hand reaching under you and fingers playing with your clit as he pounds into you from behind. Fuck, fuck, fuck- You're vision blurs, eyes rolling back as white hot pleasure courses through your veins. His other hand holds your hip roughly, his nails digging into your skin, not slowing his pace even as you cum around him.

Your hands claw in vain at the sofa cushions, finding no purchase. Your legs quiver, eyes squeezed shut as your left with no choice to accept the overwhelming pleasure that takes over senses. Reaching his hand to your neck now, he pulls you up to him by the throat, your back now flush against his chest. Your breath hitches when he squeezes, the pressure on your neck alarmingly good. 

"Tell me your name, sugar. Who is being so good for me, hmm? Need to know," his words tickle the shell of your ear, making your brain feel impossibly muddled. It takes you a few tries to get your name out given his unrelentingly fast pace, but you manage to stammer it out for him to hear. 

Your body shudders when he repeats it in your ear, the sound of your name falling from his lips making you clench around him. “Oh, you like that, hmm?” he teases you with a short laugh, though you are too far gone to be embarrassed by it. 

“Y-Yours, want to know yours too,” you manage to say, though it’s practically a beg. For better or worse, you want to put a name to the face of the person that made a mess of you. He hums in response, and you’re not entirely sure he’ll even tell you, but he does. 

Changbin. It sounds vaguely familiar, but your brain doesn’t have the capacity to dwell on it at the moment- not with the way his cock is currently drilling into you. And in the same way that your name leaving him had an affect on you, the opposite does the same for him.

It makes him almost feral- an overwhelming desire to make you forget everything but his name, for nothing to remain in your mind but him. He loses his composure for the first time all evening, driven purely by his need to cum, with you being the sole reason for it. 

He releases his hold on your neck, letting you fall forward against the sofa. Noises no longer leave you, a pleasure so intense that all that escapes you are sharp, quick breaths. “So good, fuck, you’re so good, ‘m gonna cum-” you hear him pant out from behind you, his pace faltering for the first time as he chases his orgasm, his hold on your hips so intense it’s sure to bruise. 

You reach your high first, voice coming out in short, broken moans as your toes curl and body convulses under his hold. He pulls out at the last possible second, his cum spilling between your thighs and dripping between your legs. Your legs collapse when he lets you go, the armrest of the sofa being the only thing keeping you off the floor. You close your eyes, chest heaving as you try to regain control of your harsh breathing. 

Changbin picks you up after tucking his softening length back in his pants, adjusting your position so you are now laying on the sofa properly, back comfortably nestled against the cushions. He lets your legs rest on his lap when he sits down, a subtle grin plastered on his face while he waits for you to finally open your eyes. 

“How ya feelin’, sugar? Did ya have fun?” he asks, a smirk growing on his face to match the cocky tone in his voice. Asshole. He knows what the answer is, and he just wants to hear you admit it. “I’m not answering that,” you scoff, and he laughs, the amused glint returning to his eyes. Back to the cat and mouse, huh? That’s perfectly fine with him; he’ll play this game with you for as long as you let him. 

Changbin stands now, grabbing the bag he tossed aside earlier from off the floor and returning it to you. If you’re being honest, you’re surprised he’s keeping his word- you hoped he would, of course, but there was no guarantee. “What’s that look for, darlin’? I told you, I’m not a monster,” he says and you roll your eyes. He may not be a monster, as he puts it, but he’s definitely still an arrogant asshole. 

“I’m headin’ up for a bath, but you’re welcome to join me if ya like,” Changbin says, and once again going against your better judgment, you find yourself genuinely considering it. You should definitely leave- get your belongings back to your family, ride far away from him and never look back, and yet.. 

“I want in first,” you say as you stand, leaving your bag behind on the sofa as you walk towards where you know the bathroom to be. “Whatever ya say, darlin’,” he grins as you once again take control back in your own hands; you won’t have it for long, but if he wants the game to be fun, he needs to let the ball be in your court sometimes. 

The game of cat and mouse can’t exist without a little give and take, so for right now, he’ll give; so that when he takes, and takes, and takes, it’ll be that much more enjoyable. Watching as you strip yourself naked to enter the tub, smiling when you fight him on whether or not he should help you wash up and find you new clothes to wear, laughing when you grumble about deciding to stay for the night. Oh, he’s really looking forward to the fun he’ll have with you from now on.

if you see this then thank you for reading til the end !! <3 while i've read a lot of fics containing it, this is my first time actually writing a dubcon fic so i was a lil nervous about releasing this but i hope that wasn't too obvious and you enjoyed it fsgsfg thanks again !!

[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

Oh you wrote Cruel Summer one of my fave Steddie fics!

Since your asking for requests how about Steddie with Steve being super physically affectionate with his new boyfriend Eddie. Eddie is surprised and delighted since usually he's the one who's reaching out and patting shoulders or giving half hugs etc. And also happy that Steve doesn't seem to want to hide that they're so close/together. That Steve seems proud to be with Eddie 'the freak' Munson.

thank for you for the cruel summer love!

i love this concept!! i took some creative liberties with period-typical homophobia just bc i didn't feel like writing a bucketload of angst.

requests for fics/hcs are still very much appreciated! inbox is open :)

crimson (2,141 words)

In the back of his head, Eddie acknowledged Steve had a tendency for PDA - at the very least, Steve had never seemed too desperate to hide his relationship status in the hallways. A hazy memory comes to mind of Steve and Nancy being totally disgusting in the hallway between lunch and fifth period during Eddie’s junior year. It was just another trait that came with commanding the hallways in the way Steve did, surely one he’d lost since his fall from glory. Not that Eddie had really considered it all too much, but.

But then Eddie’s life went to shit, and apparently so had Steve’s - a mix of trauma-bonding and a similar taste in crappy horror movies gave Eddie a relationship he’d never in a million years thought he’d ever have. That Steve Harrington was not only not a douche (which Eddie hadn’t believed even if Dustin swore up-and-down) but he also liked Eddie, in a less-than-friendly way, in a way that made his stomach twist up with warmth. 

They fell together easily, so easily it had Eddie wondering how he’d managed to get through the rest of his life just waiting for the moment Steve pulled him close on his porch and kissed him that night in June. But liking Steve was one thing. Dating Steve was a whole separate ballgame.

Steve was an incredibly affectionate person. He’d wrap an arm around Robin’s shoulders in greeting. He’d ruffle up Dustin’s hair to the point of knocking off his ever-present hat. He’d kiss Nancy’s cheek and clap Jonathan on the back. He made it a regular point to carry around the younger girls on his shoulders, especially El since she was still so small. However, would that affection translate to Eddie? Because Eddie wasn’t like Steve’s other romantic encounters. For start, he was a guy, so that pretty much eliminated all comparison. He was also a town pariah, a reputation only amplified by Hawkins’ general population all being under the impression Eddie had murked a bunch of teenagers that past spring break. And even though Steve was far, far off from the King he’d once been, Eddie wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d wanted to pretend Eddie didn’t exist in public.

But Steve wasn’t like that, because Eddie was quickly learning that Steve was practically perfect. 

Eddie knew that this - this party, the atmosphere of warm bodies packed together in some nameless person’s living room - was Steve’s element. He’d known it, in fact, prior to Steve ever having known him. Being a wallflower freak came with the innate ability to peoplewatch. And so Eddie had watched Steve. Even if he never got directly invited to any of the parties King Steve showed up to, he could assume how Steve had acted - his hair bouncing up and down as he danced like a foolish maniac, grin hanging open and beer sloshing onto the front of his polo.

Now they were at a party together, a sentence so otherworldly and wonderful and scary Eddie found it hard to fit his mouth around the words. His hypothesis was correct by the way. The moment they arrived at Gina’s house, this girl Eddie had never seen and was almost sure didn’t exist but apparently knew Steve well enough to invite him over, Steve had gotten pulled into a group of people and out of Eddie’s grip. It was a loose grip, anyway, because Eddie was terrified.

If an opposite existed to the way Eddie usually spent his Friday nights, this was it. Surely Gina would be pissed that these kids, these idiot high schoolers were pulling on her stair banister and knocking down family portraits and spilling obvious beer stains on her patterned carpet. Why Steve had invited him in the first place was a complete mystery to Eddie. 

Leaving his universe of cold basements and band practice to attend this party, taking a step up into a level of popularity and people he’d never wanted to know - it felt like a way bigger jump than the Upside-Down. But Steve was Steve. And Steve was his, in a weird way.

But just because Steve was Eddie’s and Eddie was Steve’s now did not mean Eddie became Steve’s to-go date to dumb parties. Eddie had first heard about Gina’s party from Robin when he picked her up from band practice and assumed he’d be completely out of its orbit - at the most driving up to grab whatever drunken state Steve on the curb in the early morning. No, that was not how it played out. It played out like Steve practically begging him to come, even though he abandoned him within twenty seconds of entering. And Eddie couldn’t resist Steve doing anything, much less begging him, even if it was over some stupid party with nobody familiar going.

He stood stock-straight against the wallpaper of the entryway, maybe fifteen minutes having passed but time stretched on painfully. Someone had passed him a red solo cup but he hadn’t moved, staying by the entrance perhaps in an unconscious decision to allow for a hasty exit if need be.

Steve’s bouncy brown mess appeared over the crowd first, and then his eyes - violently searching for something before landing on Eddie. His smile came next, blinding as he pushed through the crowd back to the front door. And he looked good. Girls at the party didn’t even attempt to hide their blatant stares as he stalked past in an all-black combat fit (one Eddie had helped him pick out). Eddie couldn’t blame them. It just hurt a little to accept the fact that there was no way in hell they’d ever really understand why Steve no longer paid attention to them. 

“Thanks for cutting me loose, Steve,” Is what Eddie attempted to get out, maybe managing the first three words before Steve was head barreling into him and scooping him up. Steve’s arms wrapped protectively around Eddie’s waist, pressing their sides together as he grinned at him. And so the rest of the sentence was lost in the ether that was staring at Steve Harrington’s face, bright and open and so, so sweaty. “Jesus, you’re leaking.”

“It’s hot in here,” Steve said, completely oblivious to how much he was soaking all over Eddie and instead pulling them impossibly closer together. Which, wow. Definitely a surprise. “I missed you, Ed. Where’ve you been?”

“Um,” Eddie pointedly glanced around, “here. The whole time. You abandoned me, remember?”

“I didn’t abandon you, you big baby,” Steve said, rolling his eyes fondly. “I’m back, aren’t I? Come on, let’s dance.” 

“Yeah, right,” Eddie laughed callously. Steve stared at him, confused. Which was shocking, because how could he not understand? “You actually wanna dance? In front of all these people? With me?”

“Uh, yeah,” Steve said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The hand around Eddie’s waist tightened, fingers slipping underneath his t-shirt and skimming over the warm skin. Eddie froze slightly at the contact, an opportunity of weakness Steve took to drag them both back into the crowd and closer to the speakers in the living room.

It was some dumb Frankie Goes to Hollywood song, one Eddie had just barely heard on the radio before. Hardly passable and under any normal circumstance he would’ve launched into a tirad against it; about how stupid and mainstream the song was. And Steve would grin fondly. But Eddie couldn’t get his mouth to move correctly. He’d forgotten how to speak English, actually. 

Steve pressed up against Eddie’s front, chest to chest, so close that whatever they were to each other was obvious to a casual observer. He was bopping from side to side in that dumb little way Steve always danced, lacking in all rhythm or knowledge. His fingers came to loop around Eddie’s belt, pulling him closer and grinning openly. The thought of somebody paying a lick of attention to them both terrified and delighted Eddie, a flare of shock and excitement churning in his stomach. Who knew Steve Harrington’s love for PDA translated over to him? 

Steve buried his face in Eddie’s neck as a familiar Clash song came on the radio, nose pressed to his collarbone. Steve left a sweaty kiss trail behind, pulling up just as he reached Eddie’s mouth with a sneaky grin. Eddie let himself dance, because what else was there to do? 

Neither really knew how to dance, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Steve got to press himself up to Eddie and shimmy in such a stupid way Eddie laughed so loud people turned around - that Steve’s arms were around Eddie’s shoulders and his hands were everywhere and so were his lips - they were in the center of this party, amidst a group of people Eddie had never and would never see again, and Steve wouldn’t let him go. Steve wanted these people to know they were together. It was a shocking revelation Eddie couldn’t get enough of.

“Steve!” Some girl shouted over the crowd, appearing with what looked like her boyfriend in tow. His hands were planted squarely at her waist, heads tucked together as they emerged from the crowd and headed towards Steve and Eddie. Eddie had never seen either of them before. He steeled himself to get ready for Steve to shove him away, perhaps remove his hands just enough for the excuse of ‘good guy pals’ to be plausible instead of laughable. But Steve didn’t. He kept one arm around Ed’s waist as he turned like a sunflower to whoever these people were, the grin on his face growing. It was a little plastic-y but who could blame him.

“Hi, Lisa! Paul, good to see you guys,” Steve nodded in greeting. Lisa’s eyes glanced over to Eddie but they soon darted back to Steve, as if Eddie was Steve’s shadow instead of an actual person beside him.

“Call me!” Lisa made the symbol with her hand and then they disappeared back into the crowd. Eddie watched them go, feeling Steve melt against him again absently.

“What’s up?” Steve asked, hand coming to Eddie’s chin to turn his head, watching him with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Who was that?” Eddie asked, unapologetically blunt.

“Just some friends from high school,” Steve shrugged easily, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him to have greeted them with Eddie the Freak at his side. “We had English together senior year. What, did either of them do anything to you? Because I swear to God-”

“No,” Eddie cut him off before Steve could launch into an earnest but honestly unattainable murderous tirad (beacuse let’s be honest, how many fights had he lost at this point). “No, no I’ve never seen them before. I guess I just didn’t expect you to, I dunno.”

“Didn’t expect me to what?” Steve asked. “Oh, I love this song. It’s Madonna!” Eddie blinked in disbelief. 

“We’re at a party, a Hawkins party, thrown by one of your asshole high school friends,” Eddie enunciated because clearly Steve wasn’t getting it. “An asshole friend who, no doubt, cares very much about reputations. Like you did. And yeah, you left for like, ten minutes at the beginning, but you’ve spent the whole party here. Dancing with me. Eddie Munson.” Steve’s face was contorted in puppy-dog confusion.

“Uh, yeah,” He replied. “Because you’re my boyfriend. Why would I be anywhere else?”

“Because I’m your boyfriend,” Eddie raised an eyebrow. Steve’s hands slackened at his sides and his face went sad, which was so not what Eddie had been going for.

“What, do you not want to dance with me?” Steve asked. He took a step back. “It’s okay, you just had to say-”

“No, it’s fine,” Eddie reassured. He grabbed Steve’s hands before they could go into his pockets and put them back on his waist. “I personally don’t give a shit. Not like my sexuality’s much a secret here anyway. In fact, I’m guessing at least half this room have called me a slur before. You, on the other hand-”

“Oh,” Steve breathed, nodding finally. Eddie gestured for emphasis. He’d gotten it. “Right. Yeah.”

“Yes,” Eddie agreed impatiently. After a moment, Steve just shrugged.

“You know I don’t care about that kinda shit anymore,” Steve said. “I dunno. It’s dark in here. I like dancing with you. I’m not friends with any of these people, not really. Why not dance together? Let them say whatever they want about us. Who cares?”

“Seriously?” Eddie said breathlessly. Steve nodded as if it was the simplest thing in the world and pulled him close again, chest-to-chest.

“Seriously,” Steve promised. And as the song revved up, Steve grinning that stupid silly grin he always did, Eddie couldn’t help but kiss him. It would’ve been nearly impossible not to.

[mightyflamethrower]

Once, years ago, Milltown was a fishing village and a lumber town. There was a tribe of Natives just outside the city limits. Years went by and the place changed and grew. It never lost that western waterfront feeling though. Salt water and trees and a college. That’s what I have heard. I wasn’t born until 2010. Lou emerged into the kitchen in her current fave outfit. She looked a little like a scarecrow. Extremely distressed jeans, no hem just shreds. One of dad’s hoodies with some kind of hoohah printed on it about a tractor company, over a plaid man’s shirt and all covered in one of Mom’s weird fleece jackets. Shoes were Keds. OK. She had jammed her curls into a scrunchie hair thing, had on some vintage shades and was ready to go. I don’t scare easily so I was fine with it. I had on my battle dress uniform. Jeans, no holes. A big grey sweatshirt and over that a pea coat, old white trainers. Hair up in a ponytail. I stuffed four of those pink boiled eggs in my pockets. Ready to roll. I locked the back door, pulled the kitchen curtains closed. I glanced around. Home. Hm. Home is where the heart was. My sister and I passed out the front door. I turned and locked the door. I felt like something was changing. I was not sure why. Just shutting the door felt almost final. It was still early in the day, like ten AM. Grey clouds covered the sky. It had been raining during the night. No surprises there. Our lawn was a shaggy mess. No one bothered with lawns anymore. Down the walk. Past the mailbox. We almost never get any mail, but I looked just to make sure. Nothing. Just as we walked out onto the narrow two lane asphalt the sun broke through the clouds, brilliantly, like it does when you are used to the dim light of morning around here. The whole road shone golden. Surely a good sign. Down the golden road we must travel. “Turn your face to the sun.” Two miles is not very far to walk. We passed by our old neighbor’s houses. I recited each name as we came across their places. Erickson’s white house. No one lives there now. Steele’s red house. One old lady is still living there with her dog. She stays home. People bring her supplies. A few more places where we didn’t remember who had lived there. Overgrown lawns. Huge bushes near the houses and unpruned roses surrounded the houses where once people had lived and worked. We passed the Gustafsons two story brick house. The fruit trees had not been tended to for several years. Did I know that it was a gloomy scene? Maybe not really. It was the new normal. Lou piped up, “Jen, there is a dog following us.” Glancing back, I saw that she was correct! There was quite a big dog on the road behind us. He was not familiar to me. He stopped about twenty feet away when we stopped. He appeared to be a German Shepherd mix, mixed with some other really big kind of dog. He had a black muzzle and tan body and one ear up and one ear down. We used to call those Indian dogs because you would see them around the Reservation. The dog sat on the pavement watching me. They sense who is the boss, right? I squatted down on one knee and called to him. “Hey, Buddy, come here…” I noticed that his sides were thin, and his fur looked a bit messy. “Want an egg, Buddy?” I coaxed. I pulled one out of my pocket and started to peel it for him. That got his attention in a big way. He stood and approached 

slowly, tail waving. This was a big dog. He was taller than a regular German Shepherd. The pink eggshell bits lay scattered on the wet asphalt. The bright light of the sun was shining into his 

very aware looking brown eyes. I was not fearful of this big dog at all. He came to me then and took the egg. He didn’t mind the shell that I hadn’t peeled off yet. He put it on the road surface, looked up at me, then carefully ate it. I peeled him another egg then. I guessed that his name was Buddy now. I guessed we had a friend for now. Lou walked over and stood with us and patted his head. I did too. He seemed to like the attention. “OK, Buddy”, I said. “We have to keep going.” Lou smiled then, like I had not seen her smile in quite a long time.

Hi This Is LouJen was strutting along up there like she was on a mission from God. She had these long spidery legs like a boy. Her ponytail was almost swinging in complete circles! That’s how crazy she was. The sun was in my eyes, and I was hungry. She always said I was fat. She treated me like I was retarded. I was not fat, I had a waist and looked more like a woman than she did. Ha. You can’t believe everything she tells you!

Someone had trained Buddy. I wished I knew his real name. I bet it wasn’t Buddy. Hopefully not King or Rex. He stayed right at my left side. Sometimes he would stuff his big black muzzle in my hand, reassuringly. Sometimes he would glance back to make sure that Lou was still back there. He would stop and I would stop, and we would wait for her to catch up. I knew she didn’t like walking very much. She was a tired looking small figure in funny clothes. I loved her so much. Except for Buddy, she was it, all I had. We had to cross a bridge over the river, and it was pretty steep. Our trip into Milltown was because we had to pick up our funny money. The State gives unemployed people a little money. It doesn’t look real. It comes in little books. To use a bill, you tear it out of the book. If there is change due, we get it in old coins. They were still in circulation. There isn’t any record keeping really. We weren’t important enough to keep track of much. They hand these out at the Post Office. Our names were on a list. We could buy a few things to carry home then. The river is cleaner than it used to be. There was no industry left making it dirty. It was about thirty feet down to the water. Looking over, we could see one guy fishing a little upstream. I was not sure that I would want to eat whatever he was catching. I waved; Lou smiled. We didn’t see many young guys. Now the sidewalk began. Power poles and streetlights. Stapled onto one of the power poles was large sheet of red paper with the word “NO” spray painted on it, in white. We looked at each other and laughed. NO, what? Might have had something to do with the news yesterday. Next, we noticed stenciled words on the sidewalks. Somebody had been making a trail of these stencils. They said “Follow Me” in more white spray paint. We started to look for them all the way to the Post Office. On every block, there were two or three of these stenciled messages. Things were starting to get interesting. Who did this? The Post Office was one street over from Main. I went in and gave our names, leaving Lou outside leaning on the window, watching the street, hanging out with Buddy. Walking back out, I carefully put our little books of funny money in the inside pocket of my pea coat. Some Kind of Shopping Lou was tired, I could see that. She was crouched down, resting, and leaning on Buddy who braced, sitting under the load. “Come on you two, we have to go to the so called store”

pBird (aka kabukinoir@tumblr)

More to come.

[jo-harrington]

Even more Eddie Munson/Stranger Things Headcanons

Why not? And I'm going to jump around on topics because I have ADHD and cannot keep these these thoughts organized to save my life. Enjoy my constant stream of consciousness.

Check here and here for my other head canon posts that may be referenced here. Once again, minors please DNI.

Eddie will not refer to anyone by an offensive nickname, even if that’s the only thing they’re known by. He knows what it’s like to have people call you some shitty name and even if he doesn’t know your real name, if he needs to interact with you, he’ll go out of his way to learn what your real name is. BUT he also used to give little nicknames to everyone though. Think a less offensive Sawyer from LOST. Doc, Freckles, Boss, Cap. I think once his friends left him behind after his first senior year, those protective walls kind of built back up and he's much more hesitant to give little nicknames. Yes he has Jeff, Gareth, and David...but those weren't the guys he thought he'd be friends with for the rest of his life. Sure you probably have those nicknames happening off-screen (I think this nerd calls Gareth "the Great" in general conversation too, not just during Hellfire) but you see it come back out when he calls Max "Red" and I want to say he calls her that more than just that one instance. They're neighbors, and as I've said before, Wayne does take the time to know and chat with neighbors. (More elaborating in a little bit.)

Last time I talked about how Eddie starts dealing to earn some extra cash and help Uncle Wayne out. It’s good business…and yeah Corroded Coffin probably gets a little cash for their gigs (more on that later though). But Eddie getting a job after he fails Senior Year the first time to be able to contribute more. And I love Mechanic!Eddie as much as the next person but I think he gets a job at Starcourt. Think about it. You have this big mall creating all of these jobs and a flock of teenagers looking for summer jobs and whatever. Hawkins is a small town. Eddie also being 18 already is a big help for him, even if he is still in school, and he becomes the key holder at Tape World. Not Sam Goody, too flashy and mainstream. He probably applied but didn't fit the look. And honestly, the manager at Tape World probably lets him play his mixtapes, have Tuesday nights off for shows at the Hideout, and leave flyers for Corroded Coffin at the register.

And on a related note, Eddie has an appreciation for all sorts of music. He is of course a metal head first and foremost, but he’s also a musician and he knows what it’s like to put your heart into a song. Or a performance. Even if it’s not his cup of tea, or even if it isn’t very good in his opinion, he respects it. And if it’s something constantly being played on the local radio, he can just pop a tape in and call it a day. He also just a generally great music knowledge. Maybe not everything…every genre, every era, but he can make recommendations. If someone comes in looking for a tape that’s has a song they remember hearing on the radio, he can typically narrow down which artist it is. He starts chipping away at that freak/outcast perception people have of him while he's working at Tape World, because he's genuinely nice to the customers and always engages in conversation with the regulars. And then that all kind of gets swept away once Starcourt is gone.

Eddie's mom loved music too. She had all sorts of record, she would play them around the house, they'd be dancing in the kitchen together as she cooked or they did chores together. He still has her vinyl records and record player--at Rick's for safekeeping--and he'll listen to her favorites when he's especially missing her or feeling down. Did I make a playlist of all her faves? Maybe. Daydream Believer by the Monkees? That's her number one. Does he buy a tape of the Monkees Greatest Hits that he keeps in the glove box for those days where he just can't make it out to Rick's. (Or if, at that time, Rick's already in jail.) His friends give him a little shit for it at first, but then again...they know enough about him not to. He gets Corroded Coffin to do some metal covers of some of those songs she absolutely loved as a tribute to her.

Eddie making mixtapes at work. That’s it, that’s the headcanon. I’m just thinking of like…Empire Records when they’re opening and they pull straws to see who picks the music. (Dude honestly I didn’t work at a music store but for the entirety of me working retail, it was always about picking who got to play their music.) There are tapes at their disposal to play over the store sound system…he just makes them for everyone. A Rush mix for David with all of his favorites, these like…discovery mixes for Jeff and Gareth with whatever new and interesting stuff comes in. (Don’t tell me he wasn’t making mixes for Dustin, Mike, and Lucas once they meet Eddie, to teach them what good music is. He just…has to do it on his own time thanks to Starcourt being destroyed.) It's just during the majorly down times when there isn't a lot else to do, and his manager is super chill. As long as they get the tasks done, are helping customers, just go ham.

Eddie loving horror movies but more specifically enjoying your classic tv Horror Hosts with the commentary and jokes. I don't know if Elvira would have been a nationwide program at that point in the 80's..and I'm not from Indiana but I am from the midwest, so I'm thinking of Svengoolie. I'm thinking of Hammer Horror classics with his cheesy jokes, the rubber chickens, the musical numbers (honestly I'm not 100% sure if that was all going on back in the 80s I just know Svengoolie has been a thing for that long)...and Eddie just settled in on the couch on a Saturday night, smoking a joint if Wayne isn't home, laughing and just having the best time. Pizza, junk snacks, the whole deal. Sometimes he'll invite some of his friends over, sometimes no if he's having a long week and just can't deal with anymore social interaction. And if Wayne is home, they're watching together. They don't get much time to spend together, so even if it isn't entirely Wayne's ideal entertainment, he's gonna enjoy it because Eddie enjoys it.

And that's the thing right? Wayne doesn't entirely understand all of Eddie's likes or hobbies. But that's his nephew--pretty much his son--and he's going to go along with it to make sure Eddie is happy. He is going to be there for his nephew. Wayne can't be at all of the Corroded Coffin shows, but he was there for the first one. He was there at the talent show in 8th grade. He was there for the Battle of the Bands in 1983 (I know everyone's thinking about this since we're all rewatching Stranger Things...and so am I). WHEN EDDIE GRADUATES If Eddie had graduated in 1986, Wayne would have gotten there early, he would have had a front row seat. He is so proud of his nephew and maybe he isn't big on words, but he's big on actions.

I love the idea that Wayne and Eddie go 50/50 on the van, and that it's kind of a beater but they work on fixing it together. I said it I think in my last head canon dump, Wayne just teaching Eddie to be self sufficient. Eddie coming to live with Wayne and at first...that's Wayne's idea of bonding because that's how he and his brother spent time with their father. Fixing things around the house, yard work, etc. I see Wayne teaching Eddie some basic plumbing skills, patching up some hole in the roof caused by a storm, etc. And at first young Eddie thinks it's a punishment? Like...Wayne is a little rough around the edges and it's just calling back memories of his dad. Eddie's mom always tried to make chores feel fun. And Rick wasn't exactly the handiest guy (Rick secretly a numbers guy? Like very good at math. He has a whole system in place, all the books in order, for his "business".) So it's just an unfamiliar territory for him. And just as Eddie is trying to fix the sink in the kitchen with Wayne and he can't figure something out and Wayne isn't doing the best at explaining, poor little Eddie just bursting into tears like why is he being punished and why can't he just be good at this? Wayne just stepping back and rethinking his entire approach. It's a moment for both of them, learning how to trust each other and how the other one expresses their thoughts or feelings. Wayne explaining to Eddie from that moment on whenever there's something around the house to fix that it's so he doesn't have to rely on anyone else for these simple things. And then Eddie also seeing how Wayne doesn't just do these things for them, he does it for a few of the neighbors who can't do it themselves. And there are times where Eddie just isn't in the mood to learn or doesn't want to tag along, but that's ok. Wayne doesn't make him. Once they both see eye to eye, it really is a good bonding experience for the two of them. And does it not warm Wayne's heart when Max and her mom move in across the way and he hears through the grapevine that something's wrong with their stove and he doesn't even get the chance to offer to go over and help, because Eddie already did. That wholesome pat on the back when Eddie gets back home. ("I'm proud of you, kid.") That kind of got away from me sorry.

But the van.

Ok so yeah, Eddie and Wayne find this van--Wayne hearing about it through the grapevine from one of his coworkers at the plant--and it's in rough shape. Read somewhere (because I'm one of those people who does all the research when they write fics) it's a '71 Chevy van? It's not super old when they get it, but whoever owned it wasn't gentle with it. They're tempted to just trade it in just to get some cash for it, but the guy who owns the local car dealership is kind of a dick and honestly isn't even offering much for the trade in either. (I have this minor canon that Mr. Harrington owns a car dealership. Which is why Steve has a BMW.) Wayne works out some kind of deal with this coworker, and kind of presents the idea to Eddie that Wayne's got a little money saved up, they can get the van and work on it together, and then Eddie would get a job and pay Wayne back for his half or quarter or whatever portion. Maybe just pay Wayne back for the parts to fix it. My thought is that you have Wayne who has some money he's been saving for this day to come anyway, plus the money Eddie has been sneaking in with Wayne's stash thinking he's going to help Wayne out. PLUS there's that coffee can that Eddie's mom had hidden away with her little cash stash that honestly Eddie never knew what happened to that Wayne's been saving for Eddie this entire time.

Wayne framing it in the mindset of Eddie getting a job because he KNOWS Eddie went behind his back and is working somewhere...he doesn't know the entirety of it...but this is also a chance for Eddie to come clean. Which he does...sort of. He comes clean about having a job and some money, and then Wayne gets him to admit about the stash money. But there is no mention of the drug dealing or Rick's involvement. That is for Wayne to never know about. But anyway...it's this wholesome moment when they get the van and spend this time together on Wayne's days off doing all of the repairs. Maybe Eddie takes Auto Shop at school because of it? It isn't a huge program, maybe only a year-long elective...as opposed to some other schools who offer it for multiple years. I don't know. I don't see the kids of Hawkins High really chomping at the bit to take Auto Shop. But Eddie is handy and is actually good at it and he likes it when he's better than the other kids at something...what a nerd.

Anyway, that's it for now. I feel like for every one thought I get down, I have 10 more...so there's of course going to be a part 4...more music thoughts, more school thought, pop culture nerd thoughts. I am fucking trash and I need to just write some actual drabbles instead of headcanons ok?

[ticklish-n-stuff]

i would like to see you write something about natsume and tsumugi. feel free to choose the lee/ler

Challenge time

Ehehe I got so excited when I saw this, Natsume is probably my absolute fave. I still don't know much about them so I went back to the wiki (sorry if this isn't accurate) and omg Tsumugi's wiki was just... a rollercoaster of emotions. Might become one of my new faves tbh.

Anyways, I know Tsumugi is canonically ticklish based on the anime but I'm gonna be biased and make Natsume the lee hehehe~ He needs to get wrecked <3

Hope you enjoy~!

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Natsume x Tsumugi (interpret as you wish) + Sora

Lee: Natsume

Ler: Tsumugi

Warnings: Tickles!

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Natsume wasn't sure why he ended up agreeing to this. A few moments prior, the members of Switch were done with today's practice and feeling a bit bored, Sora suggested to play some truth or dare. Without nothing better to do, the other two agreed. It all went smoothly at first, them mainly choosing truths. Until Natsume decided to have a go at a dare "I choose... darE".

Sora's face lit up as he thought of the perfect dare "I dare you to... keep your arms up for a whole minute while Tsumugi tickles you~".

The taller two were taken aback by the dare, but Natsume wasn't one to back down from a challenge. So as silly as it seemed he went along with it. He slowly put his arms above his head, while Tsumugi positioned himself in front of him. He had this innocent look to his face but Tsumugi was feeling a bit giddy by the situation, the redhead constantly teased him so it was nice to turn the tables.

Sora quickly set a one minute timer on his phone, excited to witness the chaos unfolding "Ready... start!" he yelled out as Tsumugi started to poke at Natsume's tummy. The redhead would flinch at each poke, his breath starting to hitch.

"Are you ticklish Natsume?" asked Tsumugi with a slight smirk on his face as he started to softly scribble up the redhead's sides.

"HNGH-! Y-you already knoHOw thahat..!". Even though the dare was to just keep his arms up, Natsume didn't wanna laugh so easily 'cause he knew the others wouldn't let him live it down. Too bad Tsumugi knew some of his weaknesses.

"Hey Sora, how long has it been?" asked the glasses guy as he started to poke and prod at Natsume's ribcage, earning some muffled squeaks.

"It's been 30 seconds, you're almost there Natsume~!" encouraged the blonde from the sidelines.

"S-shut uhuhUP! W-waHAit- NAHAT THEHERE!" Natsume screeched out as his arms came crashing down when Tsumugi reached his armpits.

"Tickle tickle tickle~" teased out the tickler as he kept scratching away at the sensitive hollows.

"T-TSUMUGI STAHAHAP!" screamed out the redhead in laughter as he started to kick out his legs. The teasing plus the tickling was always very effective on him, even his cheeks were starting to match the color of his hair.

Hearing his desperate pleas, Tsumugi stopped his tickle torment, slipping his hands out from under his arms. "You doing okay?".

"Ahaha... y-yeheAH!" Natsume giggled out, trying to calm himself down.

Suddenly he was interrupet by the younger one "Well since Natsume didn't last the full minute, he needs to be punished".

Natsume groaned "F-fine... what will it bE?".

Sora gave him a mischevious smirk as he tackled Natsume onto the floor. A very unmanly shriek echoed in the room as Sora took a seat on his hips. "A tickle punishment obviously~" the blonde stuck his tongue out at him as he went to town, the redhead getting lost in his obnoxious laughter once more. Tsumugi watched from the sidelines, a fond smile making it's way across his face.

"Hey Tsumugi! Don't just stand there and help me tickle him~!".

"NAHAHAHA! S-STAY AWAHAHAY!" screeched out the redhead as he tried to squirm away.

"I don't know... okay!" Tsumugi quickly agreed as he helped pin Natsume's arms up, enjoying the silly and wholesome situation they all found themselves in. Although Natsume would be caught dead before agreeing that he was having a good time.

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Sorry if it's a bit short, I still think it turned out pretty cute so I hope you liked it~!

Feel free to leave me more enstars reqs.!

[fanfics4all]

New Arrival

Request: Yes / No  Request - Female reader is Toni's cousin who arrives in Riverdale and ends up being rescued and befriended by Sweet Pea. after a few months Sweet Pea and Fangs develop a crush on her [no one knows her father is a business associate of Hiram Lodge, you don't need to have this part in. veronica is my fave female character] @whoviancumberbunny​

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fangs Fogarty x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 2169

Warnings: A Ghoulie being an asshole and I think that’s it! 

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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My Father was a bad guy. He’s associated with one of the worst people I’ve ever met, Hiram Lodge. He was the absolute worst person, especially with how he was trying to buy up the area where my cousin lives! My Father didn’t seem to give any fucks about the ‘reject’ side of the family. I was done with his shit. I packed my stuff up and decided I was gonna move to Riverdale. I had called my cousin Toni before I made the decision and she agreed to let me stay there, after she talked our Nana of course. I was so excited to see her, it’s been forever! I made sure I grabbed some money from my Father and left for Riverdale. When I got there I knew no one from the Northside of town went there, so I started my walk from the bus stop. Lucky for me I didn’t bring everything I had, so it was easy to carry my shit. Once I crossed over to the Southside, I could instantly see the difference. It was like the town didn’t give a shit about this side. Toni really wasn’t lying. I was pretty sure I was close to the trailer park, but honestly wasn’t sure. I looked down at my phone to call Toni, but I ended up walking into someone. 

“Hey, watch it bitch!” The guy growled and I looked up to see a guy in a black studded vest and dark eyeliner on. 

“Sorry dude, no need to be an asshole.” I said and went to keep walking, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me. 

“You’re new around here, clearly, so let me tell you how this works. I’m with the best gang in town, The Ghoulies, and you can’t talk that way to me. So, you’re gonna make it up to me.” He said with a smirk and looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes and got out of his grip. 

“Yeah right, idiot.” I said and continued walking. I thought that would just be the end of it, but he grabbed me and slammed me against a wall. I hit my head, but it was probably just gonna leave a killer headache. 

“Now you’re really gonna have to make it up to me.” He growled and pulled out a knife. My eyes widened and I gulped. 

“Be a good girl and you won’t get hurt.” He smirked. I felt my blood run cold and I knew what was about to happen. 

“Hey! Get the fuck off her!” Someone shouted and the guy looked back to see a tall guy with a snake tattoo on his neck. He must be with the Serpents, like Toni! 

“This isn’t your business Snake.” He growled. 

“I said-” Tall guy said, pulling out his own knife. 

“Get the fuck off her.” He growled, stepping closer to him. The guy holding me had fear flash in his eyes, but recovered quickly. 

“Whatever, bitch aint even worth it.” He said and shoved himself off me. He ran off and the tall guy walked up to me, putting his knife away. 

“You alright?” He asked and I nodded, picking some of my stuff off the ground. 

“Thanks, I just got into town and clearly don’t know much.” I said and he chuckled. 

“Clearly. What are you doing here anyway? Who the hell wants to come to Riverdale?” He asked and I gave a small smile. 

“I’m moving in with my cousin.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly. 

“Is your cousin Toni Topaz?” He asked and my smile grew. 

“Yeah, do you know her?” I asked and he smiled. 

“She’s one of my best friends.” He chuckled. 

“Thank God, I was just about to call her because I might be a little lost.” I laughed. 

“Where are you trying to go?” He asked. 

“Sunnyside Trailer Park.” I answered and he laughed. 

“Yeah, you’re a little lost. How about I give you a ride.” He offered and I smiled. 

“Really? That’d be great!” I said and he walked over to his bike. 

“Hop on.” He said. I got on the back, while keeping my stuff on my arms, and wrapped my arms around his waist. 

“I’m Sweet Pea by the way.” He said and I smiled. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” I answered and he smiled back.

“Hold on tight.” He said and we sped off. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but I was loving it! We made it to Toni’s trailer pretty quickly and Sweet Pea helped me carry my stuff to the door. I knocked and Toni answered with a huge smile. 

“Y/N/N!” She said and pulled me in for a hug. 

“Sweet Pea? What are you doing here?” She asked, confused. 

“Y/N here got herself into trouble with a Ghoulie, I was riding by and saved her.” He answered and Toni’s eyes widened. 

“What? Are you okay?” He asked and I smiled. 

“I’m fine T, Sweet Pea saved me before that idiot could do anything.” I said and she sighed in relief. 

“Well, thanks Pea.” She said and Sweet Pea smiled back. 

“Of course Toni.” He said. 

“Alright, well I’ll see you later tonight.” She said and Sweet Pea nodded. 

“Why don’t you come along?” He asked. 

“Where?” I asked. 

“The Wyrm. It’s the bar I work at and also the Serpents hang out.” She answered and I shrugged. 

“Yeah sure, sounds like fun.” I smiled. 

“Awesome, well I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go meet up with Fangs.” Sweet Pea said and left. 

“Fangs?” I asked and Toni chuckled. 

“I’ll introduce you later.” She said, pulling me inside. 

“Why does everyone have such weird names around here?” I asked and she laughed. 

“They’re nicknames, I’m sure you’ll get your own soon enough.” She said. 

The two of us spend the day unpacking and catching up. I realized that I didn’t know my cousin as well as I thought I did. I mean, how the hell did I not know she was bisexual!? She said that she was more into girls than guys though. Talking with her made me realize I made the right decision to come here. When it hit seven she told me we were going to the bar. I was excited to see where she worked, it sounded like a really cool place. When we got there everyone looked our way, most people greeted Toni and looked at me weirdly. 

“Yo Toni! Over here!” A short guy shouted and Toni pulled me along with her. 

“Hey guys, this is my cousin Y/N, Y/N this is Fangs, Jughead, and well you met Sweet Pea already.” She introduced me. 

“Toni! Let’s go!” An older man called her and she looked at me. 

“Sorry, gotta work. Jones, mind keeping an eye on these two for me?” She asked. 

“What? Why us?” The short guy, Fangs, asked. 

“Because, I don’t trust you two around my cousin.” She said and Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. 

“I literally saved her from a Ghoulie earlier.” He said and Toni just shrugged. “Don’t care, you two are the biggest flirts in the world and I wouldn’t be surprised if you got her drunk.” She said and walked off. 

“She’s always been protective.” I laughed. 

“I think Toni left something out when she was telling us about you.” Fangs said and I furrowed my brow. 

“What?” I asked. 

“She didn’t mention how cute you are.” He said and I couldn’t help but blush. 

“This is exactly why Toni asked me to watch you too.” Jughead said, rolling his eyes. 

“Yo Hogeye! Two beers!” Sweet Pea called and the man that called my cousin nodded. He brought Sweet Pea two beers and he offered one to me. I smiled and took it from him. 

“That’s the other reason.” Jughead sighed. 

“She’ll be fine Jones.” Sweet Pea said and I smiled. 

“Yeah, it’s just one beer.” I said. 

Getting to know Toni’s friends was awesome! Jughead shared the same sense of humor I did, he was smart, passionate, and just seemed like he’d be an awesome friend. Fangs was really cool, he was a flirt, but not as much as Sweet Pea was, and he seemed genuinely caring and sweet. Sweet Pea clearly had a sense of loyalty, but had a short temper. I knew that I would get along with everyone easily and I would really like living here. 

*Six Months Later* 

I’ve been here for half a year now and I haven’t heard anything from my Father, surprisingly. I had joined the Serpents, which everyone was very supportive of. Toni felt more like a sister to me than a cousin now and it was amazing. Jughead and I were good friends, but Sweet Pea and Fangs had become my best friends. I found myself crushing on both of them for different reasons and I felt a little guilty about it… 

I was currently at the bar working, but Toni had off tonight. She was helping Nana with something at home. I was watching Sweets and Fangs playing pool and smiled at the boys. They were betting like always and I smirked, Sweet Pea was bound to win, like always. I have never once seen Fangs beat him. The two of them walked up to the bar and Sweet Pea looked very smug, while Fangs looked sad. 

“Let me guess, Fangs is buying again?” I asked. 

“You know it Angel.” Sweets said with a smirk. 

“Maybe you’ll buy for me too when I get off in an hour?” I asked, batting my eyelashes slightly. 

“Of course Cutie, anything for you.” Fangs said and I felt my heart flutter at each of their nicknames for me. 

“Perfect, well here you go, two beers.” I said, placing the bottles on the bar. 

When I finally got off work I went to go find my two friends. I thought they would just be at the bar, but they weren’t. I was confused and decided to look near the pool table, sure enough they were there playing another game. 

“I thought you guys already played your game for tonight? What are you doing an all or nothing thing?” I asked and the two turned to face me. 

“Uh, yeah…” Fangs said and I looked at the two confused. 

“What are you guys betting this time?” I asked and they looked at each other. 

“If you wanna try and come up with a lie, you might wanna be a little more discreet about it.” I said with a small smirk. Sweet Pea sighed and looked back at me. 

“Fine, we were playing to see who got to ask you out…” He said and my eyes widened. 

“W-What?” I asked with a blush. 

“Hypothetically, who would you say yes to?” Fangs asked with a hopeful smile. 

“Dude, you can’t just ask her that!” Sweets said. 

“Why not? It’s not like we can just finish the game and do the bet now.” He said and the two looked back at me. 

“So?” Fang asked. 

“U-Uh, honestly?” I asked and they nodded. 

“Both of you.” I answered and their eyes widened. 

“What?” They asked at the same time. 

“Honestly, I have a crush on both of you. I’ve been feeling a little guilty about it because you’re both amazing and if I dated one I would still like the other and that just not fair.” I answered and they looked at each other then smiled. 

“What if you didn’t have to date just one?” Fangs asked. 

“Huh?” I asked. 

“What if you dated both of us?” Sweets asked and my eyes widened. 

“What, like a poly relationship?” I asked and they nodded. 

“And you both would be alright with that?” I asked. 

“Hey, if I have to share you with someone I’d rather it be my best friend.” Sweets answered. 

“Yeah, besides we’ve hooked up with each other before so there’s clearly some feelings there.” Fangs laughed and my eyes widened. 

“Really?” I asked and they nodded. A smile slowly made its way onto my face and I looked at the two boys I was attracted to. 

“I think this is a great idea.” I said and Sweets instantly pulled me to him. 

“You have no idea how happy you just made me with those words Angel.” He said and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. 

“Hey! She’s my girl now too!” Fangs whined and pulled me away from Pea and crashed his lips onto mine. I smiled and laughed slightly. 

“Hey!” Sweets growled and I pulled away from Fangs. 

“Alright, rule number one, no fighting over each other.” I said and they looked at each other. 

“Fine, but he can’t hog you!” They said at the same time and I laughed. 

“You two were made for each other.” I said and hugged both of them. This town just keeps getting better for me!

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[missallsundaes]

Hi! And congrats on this new page. I'm excited to see what is to come.

Could I request some drabble on either Law or Zoro + female reader who is kind of reserved ? They get paired up on a trip to town (or possibly a mission?) after a long stretch at sea being with the rest of their crew. They have had mutual feelings for one another and now that they have alone time it is brought to light. Some fluff, maybe NSFW, your call; I'm not picky. I hope this isn't too vague and thank you for considering.

Thanks so much!! I used to have a mildly popular overwatch writing blog a couple years ago (and was a mod on a VERY popular dangan ronpa one years before that). I missed writing a lot and one piece is my current hyperfixation SO naturally that’s where we are now.

I chose to do Zoro because I have a Law one in my inbox as well, so that will probably be coming out soonish. Also because I thought of one particular scene I wanted to write with Zoro based on his prompt. Gonna do fluff and confessions and being flustered since that is my big idea right now, hope that’s okay!! Also this is definitely not too vague! My fave kind of requests give about this much detail~!

The Sunny was barely docked before Luffy ran off into the distance, shouting something about going out to explore, with Nami running after him, yelling something along the lines of he needed to be more careful now that he was more notorious and had a bigger bounty. Earlier that day Sanji had given you a list of things to get at the market in town, asking politely but giving an excuse for why he couldn’t go himself, giving you big puppy eyes that you kept telling him that you wouldn’t fall for, no matter how many times he did it. It was fine though, you had been on board the ship for so long you were starting to go stir crazy. Not to mention you hoped that you could get a certain someone to come with you.

You caught him right before he was sitting down for a nap in one of his usual locations, he was used to staying on board and watching the ship, and it meant quality nap time between training sessions.

“Ah Zoro!” You said, catching him before he closed his eye and settled down. Gathering all of the bravery you had in you, you spoke perhaps a bit too quickly, “Uhm Sanji asked me if I could go into town and get some supplies from the store and I’m not really sure if I’m okay going alone I mean I’d rather have someone to walk with at least and well everyone else is busy doing their own things and Sanji and Usopp are staying on board so I guess what I’m asking is--”

“I’ll come,” He chuckled, standing up, “Calm down before you choke on so many words.”

“Dunno why the damn cook couldn’t go himself,” He said, sounding a bit irritated once you were on land and walking the well worn stone path to town, “Some chivalry he’s got, making you do it on your own. Luckily, I’m the bigger man here and knows when to step up.”

Well at least he seemed like he was happy that he had some kind of an upper hand on Sanji, you thought to yourself, smiling at him. Was he always this handsome or was it just your huge crush on the swordsman talking? You couldn’t help but just watch his face as he talked, mostly to himself, admiring the light catching on his strong brow, nose and chin. It was highlighting his cheekbones in just the right way to cast handsome shadows along his face and make your heart flutter.

Though maybe daydreaming was getting the best of you, as your foot caught on an errant root, sending you on a one way trip to the earth below your feet.

Not missing a beat, Zoro caught you in his arms. Oh wow, your heart was in your throat now.. His arms were warm and muscular against your skin. How had he managed to catch you so fast?

Wait-- more importantly. How had your foot caught on a root on a paved path? Surely you weren’t daydreaming too long that Zoro had gotten the two of you lost.

“T-thanks,” you stuttered shyly, having gone beet red. You looked away from his face shyly, standing to your own feet again and looking around. Yes. You were in the middle of the woods. Good. Great.

Zoro nodded, “Now where did that path get to..” he mumbled and turned around, looking around the woods for some kind of sign. You could swear you saw blush dusting his own cheeks before he turned his face away. Was that just your imagination?

“Wait, maybe, uh, I should lead?” You suggested meekly, trying not to sound too bossy. Not that you really could.

He frowned, but nodded, “Yeah I guess that’s probably a better idea.”

“I think.. It’s this way..” You said after studying the woods for a bit, and looking for your footprints from before. You felt his hand touch yours lightly, before lacing his fingers with yours.

You froze in your place, looking first down at your hand and then up at Zoro’s face, cheeks laced with the smallest traces of a blush.

“Listen.. It’s just so we don’t get separated,” He said, cheeks turning a bit more flushed. Your face must have betrayed you and expressed the disappointment that it wasn’t anything more than that, because he quickly added, “Unless…”

Unless..?? You could feel your heartbeat in your throat. It was now or never. Your internal monologue screaming that this was the perfect chance.

“It’s fine I like it,” You stammered, blushing bright red again, “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you since I’ve joined the crew and.. Well. I really like you.”

He smirked, “Yeah, I know. You’re not exactly the most subtle. I’d be a terrible swordsman if I couldn’t pick up on those hints.”

He leaned down and kissed your cheek, before locking eyes with you and kissing your lips softly. “Besides,” He spoke softly, lips nearly touching yours, “I’ve fallen for you too, you know.” He kissed you softly again before backing away, “Come on, lets hurry into town, maybe we can make a proper date of today before we get the stupid cook’s shopping list.”

[wizkiddx]

unusable faces

i have exams hence why i needed to write something exceptionally cringe :)

PSA: this is completely inspired from one of my fave writers own blurb @blissfulparker​ --> completely recommend u go read hers its much better than anything i could ever write!!!! (and just her whole account) = link

Summary: pure exhaustion and mutual pining, Tom Holland x actress!reader

^(just thought this was cute, doesn't really fit aha but full credit to op!!)

A scheduling nightmare would be putting it lightly. Perhaps almost unavoidable but that didn’t make it any less of a hellish form a torture. Harry had very helpfully said it actually was a form of torture, that is sleep deprivation. Y/n loved her job - it was all she’d ever really wanted - yet that thought was quickly becoming not enough to get her through the day. Not when it felt like an interrogation tactic used by the CIA. 

To give a quick timeline of the past few days may give a little context:

Thursday - filming the fight scene all day plus an evening-turned-half-the-night-shoot due to some technically difficulties delaying the process.

Friday - flying to New York while doing read throughs of scenes for the next few days; followed immediately by getting glammed and filming the tonight show with Fallon; then a dash across town to the late late show with James Corden; then straight back on a flight to Atlanta that landed at stupid o’clock in the morning

Saturday - a full day of shooting in a mock grand central station set

The press trip to NY had been unplanned… to say the least. But the star of their studios other new release had taken ill - meaning they had slots booked on some of the biggest talk shows in America that would just be abandoned (angering the shows bookers too). It was a waste of perfectly good promo time and since the studio had their two other stars together doing a block of reshoots - it wasn’t a conversation. Much more a call demanding the two of them to be on the plane.

Normally this wouldn’t be such an unmanageable ask either, except the reshoot block was really rather time pressured. You see, the promo tour wasn’t far from beginning meaning they really needed the final film in the can. So really it was a bit of a mess. Just to free up that single day the two were in New York the whole schedule had had to be rejigged - in doing so they’d lost a rare day off too. It was just typical.  

The joys of success hey?

Well, that’s at least what Y/n was making herself think whilst her incredibly talented SFX artist was in the process of crafting a deep wound onto her upper arm. The reason why she would be ‘dripping with blood’ whilst at a train station was beyond Y/n to be honest - she hadn’t been allowed to read a lot of the script so even now as filming was drawing to a close, the story arc of the movie she was headlining was still a little ‘fuzzy’.

“So I watched your ‘spill your guts’ thing on YouTube” Ellie giggled whilst reaching over for more prosthetic putty- a technical term apparently

“I’m glad one of us enjoyed the experience” Y/n replied with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the mischievous smirk on her face - no doubt Ellie took great joy out of seeing her suffer through eating a thousand year old egg. Which Y/n swore the taste of was still in her mouth… and it seemed as though it’d never leave. 

“Oh don’t worry darling I did too” Nelli called over from the next chair along, where she was doing Tom’s makeup for the day of shoots. “Between that and the animals on Fallon, you made a hell of a lot of people laugh last night” Tom’s artist was referencing the fact one of Jimmys other guests was a zookeeper, so at the end of the interview he had you and Tom join in trying not to scream at the snakes and spiders.

“You mean laugh at us?” 

“Well of course darling!” Nelli exclaimed back in an overdramatic bronx accent making all three of the women burst out laughing, Ellie’s unceremonious snorts echoing through the trailer only egged them all on more.

Tom in response, who had otherwise been absent from conversation for the majority of the morning, exclaimed a curse and jumped up in his chair. While you and Ellie collected yourself, Nelli apologised to him.

“Oh sorry love, I’m interrupting your snooze with my uncontrollable comedic gift” She spoke sweetly, even if still taking the moment to flaunt to the other women, as she squeezed his shoulder compassionately.

“No no” Tom waved off her apology, attempting to rub his eye before Nelli swatted his arm away - a stern look for the risk of ruining all her hard work she’d put into making his face look half presentable. 

“I’m impressed you can sleep while they poke you with all these er instruments” Y/n added in, having only just realised Tom had been in a light sleep for god knows how long they’d been in that chair. It did seem a bit unlikely, being able to fall asleep as you were dabbed, prodded and brushed. 

“Maybe you should try though Y/n… your purple eye bags are proving a struggle even for me” Ellie quipped back, now it was Y/n’s turn to give the stern look. Tom took the explain though, shutting her off from whatever kindly meant insult she was about to throw back at her friend. 

“No normally never, I just….” He was cut off by an ear splitting yawn, appearing almost powerful enough to crack his jaw - which would be a disaster, for no one should ruin such a beautiful and sharp jaw line. “…uh-sorry. I just think I ended up taking my NyQuil and DayQuil the wrong way round in the madness of yesterday.” Only Tom, the poor kid often seemed to lacking in any form of common sense - even if those closest to him knew just how intellectual and passionate he could be about the right topic. Affectionately, Nelli scalded his idiocy by jokingly swatting his head with a little tut.

“I can’t believe your still standing then! I’m barely alive and I don’t have any sedatives in my system.” It was true, Y/n was at that stage where every part of her body felt ridiculously heavy… eyes included … eyes especially. 

“But I did sleep on the jet back while your stupid self was studying the script!” Tom replied with a pretty inarguable point - at the time he knew her actions were stupid;  when their flight took off at 11 PM he was certain that the most valuable asset to his ability to act in the reshoots today would be sleep - rather than character development. And he’d tried to convince Y/n that briefly, but gave up. She was bloody stubborn when she wanted to be. 

“Stop competing about who has it worse cos I think it’s me and Nell”Ellie announced - making Nelli agree empathically with her coworker, nodding her head as she looked first to Y/n in her chair then back at Tom.

“Yeh because we have to deal with your unusable faces!!”

After much sarcasm thrown back and fourth, the trailer slowly ebbed it’s way back into serenity and peace as both artists focused on their work. Once Nelli was done she excused herself, Tom staying in the chair in favour of studying (more like staring blankly) at the dialogue for this mornings scenes. His pretence didn’t last long though and while Ellie was busy adding the final touches of fake blood to the now almost completely believable gash that she’d crafted on Y/n’s arm - Y/n had her attention focused the opposite way.

At poor little Tom. He looked so childlike, his slightly puffy eyes looked as if they had weights tied to them - they way he was having fight against gravity to flutter his eyes open, before loosing the next second only for the process to repeat as they dragged downwards. The broad muscles of his neck occasionally seemed to occasionally let up a little, letting his head tilt slowly at first until it gathered enough momentum to throw him off balance. The then sudden movement of his head unconsciously pulling itself back in line caused his eyes to bolt open prior to the whole cycle repeating again. All Y/n wanted to do was let him lay down someone, her heart feeling a tug in her chest just seeing him like that. 

Ellie proclaimed her completion of the wound, leaning back to admire her work before looking to get an affirming nod from Y/n. Yet instead, she was too preoccupied gazing at the boy slouched across from them. “Someone seems a little distracted.” Ellie smirked, finally garnering Y/n’s attention, only feeling more and more smug watching a light tint appear on the actors cheeks. 

“I-well-no… we need to go.” Y/n ignored her words as though nothing had happened, instead rushing off the chair to get Tom out the chair and onto the awaiting set. They had places to be.

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Honestly when the director, Ed, called for lunch break, it was pretty apparent to be purely as a compassionate gesture to Y/n and Tom. Both of them had tried so hard this morning to fully commit, even so they’d both been almost completely useless. Y/n kept missing cues whilst all Tom’s actions and lines where slow, dragged out and at times completely prompted from someone behind the cameras. 

So when the lunch break was called there was only one thing on Y/n’s mind and what sandwich was available in the mess tent was not it. Still standing on the set next to her fake holdall bag she looked toward Tom, who was pulling himself up to standing from the train station bench - the pace of his movement making him look more like an old man. 

“You good?” His answer was predictable. 

“I’m so fucking shattered”

Tom swore he’d never heard anything sweeter come out of Y/n’s pink lips than her next statement.

“C’mon I know somewhere we can lie down.”

Without any sort of thought Tom blindly agreed, nodding as he took her outstretched hand in his. The gesture in itself brought a fresh wave of comfort to his aching limbs and as his feet stumbled to catchup with her slight head start he leant the majority of his weight into their connected hands. 

Neither would admit it but they were ‘a thing’… whatever the hell that meant. It was clear as day to everyone and anyone that worked closely to the two but neither of them had ever broached the topic with each other. They’d worked on a few films together over the years; each time they got closer and closer to the point any job without the other simply wasn’t as good. It was scary though, especially for two actors in the prime of their careers. If they weren’t working the same film they’d likely be the opposite side of the world to each other most of the time - quality time together would be few and far between, Really their jobs didn’t suit dating at all, yet it would be perhaps easier if one half of it worked a ‘normal’ job. Something with consistency, a regular structure. A level of dependability that neither Y/n nor Tom could offer to the other. 

So it was terrifying, acknowledging the growth in their magnetic attraction to each other. Both were acutely aware that doing that, confronting their feelings, would most likely signal the beginning of the end. 

Although none of this stoped Y/n from returning the gesture, tilting her shoulder into Tom’s left side as they took slow steps through and then out the set building. She steered the two past the hair and makeup trailer and round into a store and extra equipment trailer. Tom tilted his head as she climbed the stairs whilst beckoning for him to follow - it didn’t seem like the most obvious choice. Rolling her eyes, Y/n explained.

“It’s where all the blankets and coats and kept for the raining scenes plusssss no one will disturb us in here.” Again Tom was not in a position to disagree, eyes drooping as his shoulders sagged to the floor. Right now he’d take anything. 

So he climbed up the stairs and shut the door behind him, just as Y/n flipped the light on. She was right, it was well equipped and with an almost mountainous supply of red blankets that normally the crew and extra would all be wrapped up in after the freezing rain scenes with all the ‘waterfall machines’ as Y/n called them. However it was also um…. It was cosy. “Oh I don’t think I realised how small it was” She chuckled lightly, since now the door was closed her back was pressed up against the far wall of cabinets and still her front was mere millimetres from Tom.

“I…I don’t mind… if-if you don’t?”

“I’m too tired to care” She giggled in response, and Tom , now with her seal of approval, immediately started ransacking the piled shelves for all their worth creating a floor carpeted in the pale red of the blankets, in an attempt to make it more cosy. Joining in, it was almost remarkable how quickly their bodies suddenly agreed to move, with the new promise of rest mere moments away. 

Once the trailer was fully drowned, Tom kicked off his costume shoes and threw his jacket off - it haphazardly landing by the doorway. Y/n copied him, leaving her stood up whilst he had the advantaged of already settling down on the floor, her standing and looking down at him.

The space between the two opposing shelving units was not close spacious enough for two people to lie down whilst keeping a respectable level of personal space. Suddenly feeling a wave of awkwardness, Y/n stayed standing, wringing her hands slightly - whilst fairly certain Tom could hear her heart running at 100 mph. 

“You er… gonna stay there or?” Tom, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t a complete idiot - he could see she was suddenly self conscious. He got it too - they’d never crossed this boundary of choosing to cuddle into each other. It had happened once of twice accidentally over there 2 years of knowing each other. Both of those times it was completely accidental, falling asleep watching a movie with a safe distance of space b between the two, only to find hours later their bodies almost completely intwined. Tom would be lying if he said that his heart didnt skip a beat when he had awoken to Y/n’s soft and gently breath fanning into his neck. He’d loved it, but understood that was unconsciously breaking down part of the wall they’d both been the constructors of.

For fear of getting hurt. 

So now, as Y/n awkwardly bent down and lay on her side, he thought it was imperative to make her feel comfortable. Naturally then, his arm slid round her shoulders and pulled her down toward his chest, releasing a little breath as he felt her relax, her legs slowly wrapping round one of his. 

“This okay?” He murmured, now into the crown of her head as she lay half on her side half on his chest. In reply she nodded into him and Tom couldn’t help but grin- unbeknownst to him but Y/n was doing the exact same thing. 

The peace lasted all of 3 seconds until she groaned again.

“What?” Tom enquired as she wriggled out his hold and stood up. Instead of replying though she just leant over and flicked the one harsh light bulb off making Tom chuckle as she fumbled her way back onto the padded floor in the darkness, earning a few grunts from both as she accidentally kicked Tom’s thighs or banged her head on one of the now empty shelves. Fumbling her way back into a comfortable position, occasionally cursing when she stubbed her toe- or Tom did when she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Comfy?” Tom asked a little sarkily as he squeezed her a little more into his side.

“Mhmmmm… I’m gonna sleep for 100 years”

“Yeh me… me too”

And with that they both almost instantly and in complete unison sagged into each other and the blankets - the pent up stress and tension of the past few days ebbing away.

What the pair had neglected to remember was that sleeping for 100 years wasn’t really an option. The whole crew of 50 people, who wanted to restart filming after 45 minutes, had not been told about Y/n’s little hiding place. The pair were so completely safe in their own little cocoon of comfort they were completely oblivious to their teams calling there names more and more frantically. Completely oblivious to the game of hide and seek the situation had descended into, completely oblivious to Harrys natural annoyance as the director asked him for the whereabouts of the two stars - as though Harry was childminder to the pair of them.

It was Nelli who found them first. She’d and Ellie and Tom’s manager had all been recruited by Harry as part of the man hunt. Both girls, having seen first hand the state of the two this morning, were fairly certain they’d both crashed out somewhere. So Nelli, already with a sneaking suspicion, opened the door gently, her figure blocking the majority of the light from seeping through to the dimly lit inside. The sight she was met with had her actually pouting at the cuteness - and yes its a cringey word but also the only one appropriate.

Between bedding down and barely an hour later the two had managed to become impossibly tighter pressed to each other. Y/n’s face was pressed into the crook of Tom’s neck and his arms seemed to have pulled her on-top of him almost completely. Her left leg was hooked under his right, which was then sandwiched by his left too. They both looked so pure and innocent and god did Nelli know they both needed any extra time they could get.

Nelli cared a lot about Tom, she’d been working with him from the beginning, from the child star days to now. She cared about him like her very annoying surrogate son and she wanted to see him looked after. She also so completely wanted the two stars to stop pining after each other. Because frankly it was getting a little frustrating for everyone else. 

So she chose to tactically forget about her discovery, sneaking a photo on the sly before silently pulling the door closed and leaving them to their sleep. 

[xpao-bearx]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! 18+ only, minors please DNI 🔞

《Original Post HERE》

《EDIT: Updated Post HERE》

My Third Kinktober 2021 Prompt: LINGERIE KINK

Fandom: Haikyu!!

Pairing/s: Yuji Terushima x Shoyo Hinata

It's Terushima's special day, and he only wants one little thing from his "friend" Hinata...

NOTES: I ship Hinata with *literally* everyone (which is why I'm doing these prompts in the first place!), but I'm quite disappointed with how TeruHina is a rarepair ;-; So, here I am writing for our fave fuckboi and his lil spider monkey~ Also, this is probably the longest and kinkiest oneshot I wrote so far and HERE is a reference to what kind of lingerie Hinata's wearing! And honestly, I have a real thing goin' for gorgeous femboys and men who crossdress. Y'ALL ARE DOING THE LAWD'S WORK 😍🙌🙌🙌

After Johzenji lost against Karasuno, Terushima asked for Hinata's number and the ginger easily gave it away. Hinata really didn't think much of it; after all, they both played volleyball and he strongly believed that it was important to build relationships and learn from other players!

Terushima texted and called Hinata without fail, and Hinata was always thrilled anytime his phone would ding with notifications. Terushima can sometimes be quite pushy, but he was also actually very charming and personable. The crazy captain simply clicked with Hinata, and the Number One Decoy was just so ecstatic to have met someone who was able to keep up with his wild energy.

Before long, Hinata became addicted to interacting with Terushima to the point where he'd stay up way pass his bedtime and even mastered the art of sneakily responding to the coppertop's messages during class. And, once the both of them earned some free time, they finally got to meet up.

It was innocent at first. They've formed a rather odd friendship, but a friendship nonetheless. And when they met up again, all that they planned to do was to just go around town and hang out. You know... As friends do.

But, of course, fate--or whoever the hell was in charge of this shit--was bored and wanted to play a game. So, while Hinata and Terushima were eating meatbuns together at a convenience store, suddenly Terushima got the overwhelming urge to lean down and lick away the small piece of meat that got stuck on the side of Hinata's mouth.

Terushima could still vividly recall the way Hinata's brown eyes widened, becoming as big and round as volleyballs. It took a good few seconds for Terushima to realize what he had just done, but before he could even react Hinata had gone up on his tiptoes and pressed his lips right smack against Terushima's own.

Terushima was befuddled, dumbstruck, simply and utterly fucking CONFUSED.

What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened?

"Oh..." Hinata looked fearful then once he pulled away, noticing how Terushima has completely malfunctioned and was not responding. "S-Sorry... I misunderstood what was happening. Please don't mind it!"

But it was far too late. A switch had been turned on, and there was NO fucking turning back.

Everything afterwards was a blur. Terushima couldn't remember anymore where they went. Was it his house or Hinata's? He had no fucking idea, all he knew was the sensation of Hinata's warm naked body that melted against his and the sweet moans that continuously spilled out from the little ball of sunshine. Hinata's hands bunching up the bedsheets from beneath him and his legs wrapped around Terushima's waist as he greedily pulled the blonde ever closer while he screamed for more, more, more.

The best and most mindblowing release Terushima's ever experienced, and the intensely satisfying notion of knowing that the person he was into actually reciprocated his interest for once in his entire fucking life.

They never put a label on their relationship. Though if anything, they've gotten much more intimate after that whole ordeal. They still contacted each other, but now whenever they had an opportunity to get together--one way or another--the day always ended with them all tangled up in a bed somewhere.

Terushima was no stranger to the physical debaucheries of life. And initially, he thought that was all there was to it; Hinata was one of the most interesting people he's ever met and it didn't hurt that he was attractive. Hell, Terushima didn't want to admit it, but Hinata was even fucking cuter than Kiyoko!

But one day, it wasn't just his dick that was looking forward to seeing Hinata again. His heart started to seek for the cheery little spider monkey, too.

It really meant nothing, though...right?

{•••♡•••}

"Oh, Hinata~ How much longer are ya gonna be?" Terushima called out from his room in a singsong voice, and Hinata could just hear the condescending smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

"J-Just give me some more time!" Hinata replied, happy that the playboy couldn't see how ridiculously red he was as he stared down at the...strange garment he was holding in his hands inside the bathroom.

Today was Terushima's birthday, and the Johzenji player asked Hinata if he could come over to his house to hang out to which Hinata instantly agreed. He always had a lot of fun spending time with the blonde and Hinata wanted to repay Terushima in some way for their friendship.

So when Hinata asked what present Terushima wanted once he arrived at his house, Terushima's eyes gleamed. His lips curled up into a devious smirk, silently walking over to his dresser and pulling out a box.

"What's this?" Hinata raised a brow when the box was handed over to him, making Terushima chuckle.

"My gift. I have it aaall ready, so just go to the bathroom and see it for yourself~" Terushima hummed, making his way to the bed and plopping down on it.

And now here Hinata was, his whole body frozen as he clasped onto the fabric so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. It was just so...foreign to him. Boys don't wear this type of apparel. Right?

"Hinata~ You good?"

"ACK! Y-Yeah!" Hinata snapped back to reality, nodding his head furiously even though Terushima couldn't see him.

Scrutinizing the 'gift' again, Hinata gulped and straightened up. This was nothing! Why the hell should he be nervous?

Steeling his resolve, he began stripping his clothes off in exchange for the new ones...if they could even be considered as clothes.

Meanwhile, Terushima was whistling as he was sitting on his bed waiting for Hinata. He can be quite a tease, but maybe he pushed it too far today.

In all honesty, he bought the gift as more of a joke. He was scrolling through social media one late night when a random ad popped up featuring men's lingerie. Naturally, it piqued Terushima's intrigue and he ended up ordering a set online with a certain shortie in mind.

He was definitely curious to see how Hinata would react. The redhead always had the best and most entertaining reactions, surely this time would be no different when he discovers just what kind of gift Terushima was implying.

But it's been a couple of minutes now, and there was only dead silence from the bathroom connected to Terushima's room. He really hadn't expected it. He was looking forward to Hinata getting flustered or loudly complaining, but this new reaction was also amusing in and of itself.

Finally not taking it anymore, Terushima was just about to get up and see how Hinata was doing when the redhead beat him to it.

"I-I'm ready!"

With no grace whatsoever, Hinata slammed open the door and briskly stepped out. Terushima bursted into laughter, but it soon died down once he registered Hinata's appearance.

From head to toe, Hinata was as red as a tomato. He couldn't muster up the courage to make any eye contact, gritting his teeth and anxiously fiddling with his fingers.

But... Oh, what he was wearing.

Hinata donned a pair of light yellow lacy lingerie, the fabric slightly see-through along with a floral pattern that adorned it. The top clung on flatteringly to his chest, his perky nipples taut against it. The bottom, however, left little to the imagination yet still had Terushima unequivocally mesmerized.

The bottom only had two flimsy strings on each side of Hinata's hips to support it, and his cock was held in place by the sheer material.

Slowly, steadily, Terushima rose to his full height and approached Hinata with calculated steps. He had to be careful. Like a predator to its prey, he didn't want to scare the shorter boy away.

He circled Hinata, eyes hooded as he licked his lips and studied him intently. Terushima really didn't think he'd be this into it, but FUCK he was so glad he got Hinata to wear it. It was like admiring a goddamn perfect human work of art.

"T-Terushima..." Hinata murmured, voice shaky and heart threatening to jump right out of him. "D...Do you like your g-gift?"

Terushima immediately halted, standing right in front of Hinata. He cocked his head to the side, as if processing the question, before he grinned.

"Like it?" He then leaned down, his hot breath fanning against Hinata's sensitive ear. "I fucking love it, Hinata." He growled, grabbing Hinata's arm and practically throwing him to the bed.

Hinata was given no chance to react, for in a blink of an eye Terushima was on top of him. Still with that same mischievous grin, Terushima crashed his lips against Hinata's and lulled his tongue into a passionate dance. And just like that, all of Hinata's hesitations faded away as he moaned and slung his arms around Terushima's neck.

Terushima placed his hands on Hinata's waist, still kissing him as he slowly trailed his hands up Hinata's body. Terushima was a rough lover, but he also had times like this when he can be very sensual and took his precious time. Everywhere his skillful hands glided set Hinata's skin burning and yearning for MORE.

Finally, Terushima stopped his sweet assault once both of his hands were now laid atop Hinata's chest. Terushima then pulled away from Hinata's lips, a thin trail of saliva connecting their tongues with Hinata's face completely flushed and eyes gone nearly black with desire as he stared up at Terushima with a longing expression.

Terushima chuckled lowly, leaning his forehead against Hinata's and staring deeply into his eyes. "Just wait, lil spider monkey. I know what you want, just lemme appreciate you a bit more~"

And appreciate he did. He was straddling Hinata, his cock throbbing almost painfully as it strained against his pants. He licked his lips once more as he fully took in Karasuno's Number Ten. His Number Ten.

"You look fucking sexy, spider monkey." Terushima groaned, grinding slightly against Hinata's crotch and receiving a sharp gasp from the boy. It made Terushima snicker, smirking down at him. "I was going easy on you, y'know. There were other more scandalous sets, but this was one of the few that was a bit more tamed."

"Y-You didn't have to go easy on me..." Hinata replied, his breaths coming out fast and shallow. "I want you to do whatever you want. I can take it, Terushima."

Terushima paused, his heart skipping a beat and cheeks reddening. He then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave Hinata an almost sheepish smile. He was usually so confident, but this little pipsqueak somehow brought him right down to his knees.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I'm gonna hold you on to that." He chuckled, his fingers starting to play with Hinata's nipples. Hinata's back arched, desperate for more. And Terushima was only more than happy to oblige, one of his hands fondling Hinata's chest while the other alternated between his nipples to flick and pinch on them. He watched with intent rapture as the peaks hardened against the cloth, and he couldn't resist it as he dropped down to bite on one of his nipples.

Hinata's eyes shot wide, a delectable sound between a sob and a gasp escaping him. His hands instinctively grabbed onto Terushima's hair, tugging helplessly on it as Terushima's mouth engulfed his nipple. Hinata whimpered as Terushima's teeth mercilessly sank into his nipple, but moaned breathlessly as Terushima would also suck on it and swipe his tongue against it. The sensation of Terushima's warm, wet mouth and the way the slightly coarse fabric was rubbing against his overstimulated buds were simply all too much.

"T-Terushima..!" Hinata whined. "P-Please... Want more!"

Terushima laughed, the sound reverberating throughout Hinata's body. He peered up from between Hinata's chest, his toothy smile reaching all the way up to his ears.

"Geez, spider monkey, you're SO impatient!" Terushima teased. "Fine, this time it's your turn to spoil the birthday boy. How do you want me?"

"O-On your back, please."

"Whatever you say~" Terushima winked, rolling onto his back. Hinata clumsily scrambled into position, causing Terushima to laugh again. Hinata had no sense of elegance at all, but that was what made him fucking adorable.

Soon, Hinata's ass hovered over Terushima's face while Hinata's head was above Terushima's crotch. Hinata hastily unzipped Terushima's damn jeans, enthusiastically prying it and his boxers down to reach his ultimate goal.

"Gwa!" Hinata let out one of his weird noises once Terushima's erection was freed and it whacked his cheek, making Terushima snicker. To anyone else, it would've been a major turn off though somehow Hinata made it hot as fucking hell.

But Terushima's snickering was turned into a groan, Hinata not wasting any time at all as he grabbed Terushima's cock and swallowed it whole. Some tears sprung to Hinata's eyes, trying his best to keep it in his throat though he failed as he jerked away and coughed.

"Hinata, slow down!" Terushima reprimanded, though he sounded more worried than anything. His voice then softened, his hands squeezing Hinata's ass. "My birthday's not over yet, so take your time. Don't push yourself too hard, spider monkey."

Hinata nodded, instantly feeling much more relaxed. Slowly this time, he opened his mouth and carefully eased Terushima's cock into him again. Hinata felt Terushima's cock twitch as it slid deeper and deeper into his canal, a strangled grunt violating Terushima's body just as his member hit the back of Hinata's throat.

"Fuuuck, yeah, that's it... You're a good fucking slut, aren't ya, spider monkey?" Terushima moaned, giving Hinata's ass a smack. Hinata flinched, his cry muffled by Terushima's cock. But it actually felt fucking great, and Terushima smirked as he noticed Hinata wiggle his ass a bit shyly as he silently pleaded for more.

Terushima then grasped Hinata's panty, yanking it sideways so that he was still wearing it though now Terushima had a clear and fucking perfect view of Hinata's ass. He spanked it again a tad harder, absolutely revelling in how Hinata's fair skin quickly blossomed red and left a faint handprint.

"Hmm? What's this?" Terushima cupped Hinata's balls, but wasn't touching the exact spot he knew Hinata really wanted. "Does me spanking you turn you on? You truly are a perv, huh, spider monkey~?"

Hinata pulled off Terushima's cock with a lewd pop, his own shaft leaking with precum and the liquid dripping onto and ruining Terushima's shirt. He turned his head to glance over his shoulder, his lustful gaze locking on Terushima.

"Teruuu~" Hinata whined, a cute pout etched upon his lips. "C'mon, you know what I want! Don't you want us both to feel good? You always make me feel so fucking good, Teru."

Terushima went rigid for a few seconds, his face flushing. "You little... You know how weak I am when you call me that." He groaned. "Tch, fine! How the hell am I supposed to deny such a cute fucking cockslut?"

Hinata grinned triumphantly, letting out a satisfied little mewl as Terushima finally wrapped his big hand around Hinata's aching cock. Hinata, in return, joyously took in Terushima's dick once again inside his mouth. He also began grinding his hips, his precum acting as a sort of lubricant as Hinata's cock smoothly slid up and down in Terushima's hand.

Terushima's breath hitched and his eyes were blown wide, almost salivating at the utterly fantastic show this naughty little redhead was putting on. Just. For. Him.

No one could EVER fucking compare.

The last straw of his restraint shattering, Terushima stilled Hinata's ministrations as he firmly placed his hands on his ass. Hinata, puzzled, was just about to question it before he yelped when he felt Terushima's tongue prodding at his asshole.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Terushima smirked, looking so fucking erotic with his tongue not bothering to move away from Hinata's hole as he spoke. "Keep sucking, slut."

"AH..!" Hinata cried out as Terushima used both of his hands to hit his ass cheeks, but shivered as Terushima rubbed them soothingly afterwards. Hinata once again engulfed Terushima's cock, goosebumps breaking out across his skin as he could feel the cool metal of Terushima's tongue piercing poking at his anus.

Terushima used his fingers to stretch out Hinata's hole, and without any warning his tongue entered right in. Hinata nearly came right then and there, going cross eyed and his drool dribbling down Terushima's cock as he went totally blank for a split second.

Terushima couldn't keep the smug smirk off his face, hugely aware of the effect he had on the other boy. And Terushima definitely did not disappoint, utilizing his piercing to his advantage. As his tongue expertly slithered inside Hinata, the stud would scrape lightly along his walls.

Every time this happened, Hinata only got more fired up. Shameless moans and groans continuously got ripped from him, bopping his head rhythmically and sloppily. He eagerly grinded his ass against Terushima's mouth, pretty much sitting on his face at this point.

Terushima was just as ardent. Whenever Hinata would go down, Terushima would time it exactly and slam his hips up to make his cock go as deep as possible into his throat. And the way Hinata would tense up and repress from gagging was oh so sinfully and wonderfully intoxicating.

Terushima sensed Hinata's walls fluttering around his tongue and knew that it wouldn't be long until he'd explode. And as much as he wanted to prolong it and tease his little spider monkey a bit more, Terushima also couldn't hold himself back.

"I'm gonna cum, Hinata!" Terushima groaned, slipping a finger inside Hinata's hole and pumping it in time to his tongue's movements.

"T-Teru..!" Hinata gasped as he pulled off Terushima's cock, though his hand was rapidly stroking Terushima's length slick with Hinata's drool and Terushima's precum. "C-Cum on me! Please, Teru, I want your cum on me!"

"Fuuuck, Hinata..!" Terushima shouted, finally pushed off the very edge. His hips snapped up from the sheer intensity of it all, an animalistic growl escaping his lips and his breath stuttering.

Hinata shortly followed, his body completely shutting down as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his legs trembled. His hips gave in, and if not for Terushima supporting Hinata's backside then Hinata would be nothing more than a broken ragdoll.

Terushima slowly drew away from Hinata's hole, making Hinata shudder and a small whimper wracking his body. With the little strength he had left, Hinata grabbed onto Terushima's thighs to keep himself stable and then rolled onto his back on the bed.

Terushima sat up, looking over at Hinata and feeling his fire being stoked again. Hinata's bra was entirely soaked with Terushima's semen, eyes hazy and expression looking totally blissful and fucked out. Hinata then smiled ditzily, scooping some of the cum off with his fingers before placing them in his mouth.

"Mhm, Teru..." Hinata murmured, licking his fingers salaciously. He didn't dare break eye contact with Terushima, his dark blush reaching even to the tips of his ears as he grinned up at Terushima and stuck his fingers even deeper into his mouth as he ravenously lapped up the sperm. "You tash shooo good, Teru~" He giggled, voice a bit muffled due to his fingers.

"Jesus Christ..." Terushima got the air knocked out of him, and he swore his heart stopped for a full damn second. His cock hardened again, pulsing with need. He gulped, helplessly paralyzed and hopelessly transfixed. "Fucking hell, Hinata... I wanna be more than friends with you."

Hinata removed his fingers, the inside of his mouth stained white. Terushima waited with bated breath for Hinata's response, having only just realized what the actual fuck slipped out of his moronic mouth.

Hinata blinked, completely dumbfounded, before he gave a cute though confused smile. "Uhh... Bestfriends?"

"Dammit, I'll take that for now." Terushima didn't wait another moment as he pounced on Hinata like a beast in heat, smashing their lips together.

But next time, Terushima wouldn't be so forgiving...

[bsaka7]

sorrrryyyyyyyy i’m sooooooo late haha you do not have to do this but any ship (would looove something involving pierre he’s my fave) Soundcheck by Catfish and the Bottlemen

thank u!!!!!! man does this take me back to 2016 lol...i really only knew 7 but that catfish and the bottlemen sound..........i like the lines "and you convince me to put life aside and want you" and "i wanted everything at once until you blew me out my mind and now I don't need nothing." @wdcseb reminded me im in my pierre/esteban era so that's what this is...

present.

"I saw you were going to get, ehhhh, Esteban," Pierre said, "You were ahead, no?

"I was ahead onto the last lap but he was so much quicker on the straight, he passed me right away," said Lando, gesturing with one hand. He smiled but Pierre knew how much he had wanted that pass.

Pierre looked at him, surprised. "He passed?" Lando confirmed it. "No way," Pierre said mostly to himself, looking back at the interviewer.

"He lost out last season," she was saying, and Pierre did his best to control his facial expressions. He was relieved when she gave him an out, wanting to talk to Lando instead.

His stomach hurt something nasty, enough that he could hardly focus on interviews. The last lap, he had been doing everything he could not to scream out in pain.

And now, he was thinking about Esteban.

--

memory.

"You know how I grew up," Esteban reminded Pierre, grinning at him.

"Évreux isn't that small of a town," Pierre said, rocking into Esteban's shoulder. He always wanted to be touching Esteban back then. He thought it would fade as they got older, like growing out of your clothes. "And anyway, you're still growing up."

Pierre wanted to race and when he finished racing he wanted to talk to the only person who had gone through it, the same as him. He figured it would always be that way. There was Charles, sure, but he went through life with a different sort of grandeur. He didn't understand what it was like to live in the same everyday as Pierre. As Esteban.

"I think," Esteban said, looking down. He was awkward sometimes, even though they'd known each other for years and years. They were in the hard chairs in what counted as the lobby of where they both went to practice karting. Pierre didn't know where he would be without Esteban. "Maybe it will make this whole thing better. Even when it's over."

"It's just our first season really competing," Pierre said. It pricked at his heart. He gotten on the podium and he was proud of it. But the road ahead of them was long.

"I compete with you every day, thank you very much," Esteban said, and then they both fell over, practically laughing. It was true. They raced and they raced and they went on vacation.

"Okay, okay," Pierre said. "Don't think about the end yet. We haven't won yet. It's not Formula One."

"Right, right. Two championships for you, and three for me, and then we can retire, having done our motherland proud."

Pierre shook his head. "Wrong. Four for me. And one for Charles."

"He is not even French!"

"Close enough," Pierre said, rolling his eyes. They dissolved in giggles again, thinking about his reaction. He wanted to freeze this moment, forever. Hidden away in some lounge before the year was over. Pierre wished he could have driven himself home but his mom had needed the car.

At least Esteban was here. That's what he was always thinking, especially with Charles being so far away in Monaco. At least Esteban was here.

--

present.

Pierre laid back in his bed. Esteban was still running circles in his head. It was pathetic, even after all of this time. They could be cordial -- they had been racing together long enough -- but they weren't friends. Seeing him was like poking a very old bruise.

As a kid, he thought the only things he needed were racing and his friends. And as friendship blurred with competition blurred with crushes, everything got hard to separate, and when it slowly ripped apart, it hurt all the more.

They used to vacation together and they could go a whole day only talking about cars or a whole day without mentioning them. They both wanted everything together. Now they only wanted everything, apart.

As Pierre fell asleep, his last thought was: maybe things could have been different.

[neon-junkie]

Vanity is a Sin - Chpt.1

Summary: The last person you expected to fall for is that pretentious man, Javier Escuella, but maybe you're not so different from him after all?

Pairing: f!Reader x Javier Escuella

Word Count: 2709

Rating: SFW

Tags: Enemies to lovers, Slow burn, Arguments, Bickering, Denial of feelings, Reader has a lot of self-doubts.

Notes: I’ve wanted to write a Javier multi-chapter fic for aaaages, but wanted to do something different for it. So, enemies to lovers it is, my fave trope hehe, but we don’t see much of Javiers negative side, so let’s explore that :0

Next Chapter

It's another chilly day at Horseshoe Overlook. Despite your occasional shiver and constant goosebumps, you're thankful that you're still not stuck in Colter, but that still doesn't mean you can't wish to be somewhere warmer. It seems no matter how many layers you put on, you can't quite get warm, and you question how other gang members are walking around in their summer attire, especially Arthur.

You shiver again and accidentally manage to prick your finger with the needle you're using to sew somebody's patchy pants. "Fuck sake," you mutter under your breath, looking at your finger to inspect the damage. It's nothing, and you know it's nothing, but you're in a grumpy mood, so everything feels tenfold, especially the sting to your fingertip.

You sigh, looking up at the sky, questioning why whatever being that lives up there continues to rain on your parade. It's not just you that's in a bad mood, the whole camp seems off, but Dutch continues to attempt giving his many uplifting speeches whilst he poses in his tent with a cigar in hand, not lifting a finger to do even some basic camp chores.

He's doing the same now, and your eyes gaze over him as you stop staring at the sky. There he is, the man himself, the big boss, his voice cracking every so often; that always brings a smile to your face. Your eyes follow around the rest of the camp: Hosea is the only one stood listening to him. Molly's on the other side of her tent staring into her pocket mirror because for some reason, she no longer has to pull her weight. Bill is still asleep. Mary-Beth and Tilly are beside you, still sewing away. The O'Driscoll is still tied to the tree. Strauss is... doing whatever he does. And there's Javier, gussying himself up in Arthurs mirror, no surprise there.

You'll never understand how these boys get away with doing the bare minimum, whilst yourself and the other women are the only thing keeping this camp together. Everybody knows that if the women decided to up and leave in the night, the men would end up setting the camp on fire, probably attempting to cook their own dinner... no offence to Pearson. There's a fair few, such as Arthur and Hosea, who are able to survive on their own, but you've seen Arthur attempt to do tedious jobs before and just like you, he pricks his fingers every time he sews. At least Hosea has an excuse, being in his grey years, his bones not able to move as they used to, but he makes up for it in other ways.

But Javier? What does he do? Apart from prance around the camp in his designer crocodile boots, spending an hour shaving his moustache every morning... why does he even shave his moustache like that? You asked him once, and he replied "It rubs off from all the friction." Sure, Javier, because you're obviously a very wanted man.

Unfortunately, Mary-Beth and Tilly take quite a liking to him. They've confessed what you would view as sins before, saying they both have a soft spot for the man, to which you scoffed then laughed, and ended up choking from laughing too hard.

"Why are you laughing? I don't see why you two don't get along? He's real sweet and..." Mary-Beth had begun droning on, and you eventually interrupted her with a "Where do I start?"

Needless to say, neither of them agreed with any of your opinions of Javier, apart from him not pulling his weight as much as he makes out to. But oh, he plays guitar, so that means he doesn't have to do any chores because he blares out his music all hours of the night. You've told him to quit playing so you can sleep many times, seeing as your tent is right by the campfire, to which he always glares at you and plays louder. He once even had the audacity to wake Uncle up and begin shouting Ring-A-Dang-Do.

You took your revenge by waking up early and pouring water in his boots. He knew it was you the second he put them on, sighing and glaring at you, but not being confrontational for once. At least he started putting a curfew on his music after that.

You've been manifesting in your thoughts for a while now, not realizing your name is being called out. "Huh?" you almost yelp as somebody taps your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Tilly asks. "You've been staring into the distance again, didn't even hear us callin' your name."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking," you explain as you turn your attention to them.

"About what?" Mary-Beth questions.

"Nothing that's worth my time."

"Oh, boys?" Tilly questions, making all three of you laugh.

"Unfortunately."

"Well, Mary-Beth and I are all finished here. We're gonna make ourselves look decent and head into town, you coming?"

"Yeah. Let me finish up this, and I'll meet you by the wagon," you reply.

"Alright."

The pair excuse themselves, heading over to their tents to begin looking 'presentable', even though you would happily argue with them about that. They always look incredible, flawless yet effortless, whereas you constantly feel like a drowned rat...

You watch as they wander off, saying hello to Javier, who's still stood in front of Arthurs mirror. He's not even having a shave, he's just been stood there checking himself out for the last ten minutes, or however long it's been. Your brows furrow and you force yourself to tilt your head down, focusing on your final stretch of sewing, eventually finishing up, so you can put them back on the laundry pile and begin getting ready for your day out.

Going into town with your girl friends is always relaxing, something to get you out of camp, when you're not trailing in and out on your own accord. Yes, you know damn-well how to shoot a gun, along with all your other basic survival skills like hunting and fishing. Dutch was reluctant to take you on heists at first, calling you "another Karen, a woman who wants to get her hands dirty when she's needed here."

Dutch wasn't expecting you to put your money where your mouth is, trailing back into camp a few days later with more than enough cash to keep the camp happy. Only that was somewhat of a waste of time now you look back on it, your share being lost somewhere in Blackwater, along with the rest of the camps hard work and progress. Back to square one, yet again...

The sound of a thud startles you, looking over your shoulder to see that the final crate has been loaded into the wagon. The shop helper gives you a wave, and you beckon him over to tip him; he pours out his thanks before going back inside.

"Back to camp?" you question as you turn your focus to Mary-Beth and Tilly, who nod in agreement.

With a flick of the reigns, the three of you begin leaving Valentine, only popping into town to grab a few camp supplies and treats for yourselves. You've fancied a new outfit for a while, and you're excited to try it on later, maybe make yourself look nice so you can... sit by the campfire...

What else is there to enjoy in camp?

The path you're following leads you straight back to Horseshoe Overlook, and you warn the girls of the bump before crossing over the train tracks. A familiar figure can be seen in the distance, and as they approach, you realize it's Arthur on his new mount. He pulls up beside you as you stop the wagon, tipping his hat to the three of you.

"Where are you going?" you question.

"Just headin' into town. I didn't know you girls had just been there," Arthur explains.

"We only went to pick up supplies. What are you going for?" Tilly questions.

"Javier and Charles wanted to meet me at the Saloon, said I'd drop by this afternoon. They must already be there."

"You should get going then, you know what Javier is like," you complain, the words slipping from your mouth.

Arthur laughs at your statement. "You're right," he agrees. "But you two will learn to get along one day, you've gotta if you're gonna be in the same camp together."

"Arthur, there are plenty of camp members that don't get along. You and Micah, for instance?"

"...Yeah, you're right," Arthur hums in frustration. "Forget I said that then... Well, I best be going."

"See you later," the three of you reply.

Arthur gives another little nod and taps his spurs, heading into town, whilst you whip your reigns again and begin your return to camp. 

 By the time you arrive, it's almost sundown, and your evening is spent unloading the wagon and scoffing down your dinner. The night is free to do as you please, so just like you told yourself earlier, you get changed into your new clothes and make yourself look presentable, taking a seat at the campfire with the others and joining in on their story telling.

The evening is going well, relaxing and peaceful for once, even with Uncles banjo playing. All until the sound of heavy hooves come thudding back into camp; you turn to see a handful of the gang members returning from their night in town, only they don't seem too happy. They're huffing and grumbling, nursing what appear to be wounds, and it's easy to piece everything together and realize that they been in a bar fight.

A few of your fellow camp members get up from their seats at the campfire to go and check on them, and as much as you do care, you don't want to overcrowd them. You get up and make your way over to Pearson's wagon, picking out another bottle to drink. You're spoilt for choice, a nice selection of whiskeys and gins at your service, something different from cheap, warm beer.

You pick up a bottle and begin reading the label, checking the alcohol percentage and debating how drunk you want to get tonight. You don't overhear the sound of footsteps approaching, your mind paying no attention to sounds like that as you hear them all the time, but the sound of somebody speaking directly behind you makes you jump.

"That for me?" they ask. You peer over your shoulder to see Javier standing there, his hand rubbing his chin where a bruise is beginning to form.

"Why would this be for you?" you scoff, turning your body to face him, the bottle in your hands.

"Your poor camp member has just been in a fight, yet you won't help nurse them?" Javier questions with a laugh.

"That's your own fault, plus I ain't your mother."

You begin to walk off, but the comment Javier makes forces you to stop in your tracks. "Mary-Beth and Tilly would."

"Go and ask them then," you roll your eyes, turning to face Javier again. Who does he think you are? He begins to softly laugh and the sound makes you gag, so artificial, just like the rest of him.

"But what if I want you to help me? Surely you don't dislike me that much."

"I do, so I'd suggest you ask them."

You try and walk away yet again, and Javier mutters something under his breath. "You'll learn to like me eventually." Another scoffing sound escapes your lips as you frown at him, leaning against Pearson's table and crossing your arms, your bottle in hand.

"You know, I've never seen you wear purple before. It suits you," you smirk.

"Oh, very funny," Javier says as he raises his eyebrows. He approaches you, his strides small and slow, stopping right before you. His hand moves away from his bruise, his skin turning a deeper purple as every second passes, but your eyes are drawn to his; They're dark and blown, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, staring into yours. He's too close for your liking, you can smell the tobacco in his system with every exhale, his breathing deep, still clearly worn out from the fight.

"What's your issue with me?" Javier asks. "I mean, I've never done anything to upset you, not that I know of, but you've always had something against me."

"I've told you before," you begin as you uncross your arms, placing your bottle down on the table and resting your hands on your hips. "You don't do shit around this camp. You'll drag a sloppy score in here and there, but your vanity distracts you from doing some proper work, chores and what-not."

"Vanity?" Javier repeats the word with a laugh. "There's no harm in looking good, at least you're putting some effort in tonight. Did you buy this today?" Javier asks as he goes to tough the fabric of your blouse, but you swat his hand away.

"You're as bad as Micah," you spit at him.

"Mhmm, we both know that's a lie. For starters, I do a lot more than him around here, and you know it-"

"Please, will the pair of you quit it already?" Dutch calls out as he approaches. He must have noticed the way you two were stood so close, squaring up to each other, both too egotistical to let the other talk them down.

Dutch puts his arm out between your bodies, lightly pushing both of you away, forcing you to take a few small steps back. "I've said before that you don't have to get along, but these pathetic arguments happen far too often. Either you both drop this, or I'll have to find a way to make you get along," Dutch threatens, and you know he'll stay true to his word.

You don't bother saying anything, glaring at Javier once more before turning heel and walking away. "You forgot your drink," Javier calls out to you.

"Seems I've lost my appetite," you call back, and you overhear Dutch sigh at your comment.

Part of you feels sick, and you're unsure if that's from the adrenaline pumping in your veins, or the nerves Javier has shaken into you. Why was he stood so close? Your noses were almost touching, and you wouldn't be surprised if he kissed you just to wind you up even more. You try to keep your mind clear as you enter your enclosed tent, taking off your makeup and getting ready for bed, but you can still feel Javier's hot breaths on your skin.

You debate having a towel bath, wanting to wipe away the sin of being so close to that irritating man, but you're already in bed with no motivation to move. As you roll over, the sound of his guitar grows outside, forcing you to place your head under the pillow in an attempt to drown the music out. He's a good musician, and you're happy to admit that, but why does everything about him have to be so... him?

The perfectly coordinated outfits, the way his steel toe boots are always shining, the effortless yet pristine ponytail he always wears, the confidence and vanity in everything he says. He's like one of those flawless characters you've found in awfully written books, no weaknesses or downfalls, no ugly days, everybody loves him, yet his artificialness makes you sick.

And he knows it makes you sick, and he loves to play on it. Tonight isn't the first time he's got up close and personal with you. You know he studies your every move, watching your body language, checking to see if blush grows on your cheeks, searching for your insecurities. The comment he made earlier is still on repeat in your mind... "at least you're putting some effort in tonight." What a smug bastard. He knows how low your self-esteem is, yet you weren't expecting him to pull a Micah and make a comment like that.

But this is what he wants. He wants it to settle in your brain, to weigh you down and make you feel even worse. You just have to not let that happen, but that's easier said than done...

[dameronology]

to make a house a home {agent whiskey}

summary: just a soft weekend away in kentucky w/ our fave cowboy {for @zazzysseoul - thank u so much for ur support and i hope you enjoy!}

warnings: i think one or two swear words? but nothing else!

enjoy,

- jazz

Jack Daniels was good at reading people.

It was part of his job. He had to be observant, had to have a working understanding of body language and non-verbal signals. He was especially diligent about it when it came to you; it wasn’t a purposeful thing, but rather an instinct to keep an eye on the person he loved most in the world. He could read you like a book and some days, it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and maybe he did. There was really no telling with Jack. Every time you finally thought you had experienced every little quirk and trait he had to offer, he managed to pull something out the bag. Whether it was his ability to predict a bad mood before it happened or the way he remembered every tiny little detail of a conversation, he was constantly proving himself to be one hell of a partner.

It was no surprise; Jack thought you deserved the best and so, that’s what he tried to give you. He didn’t often let people into his life, especially not after so much loss, but from the moment you’d met, he knew he could trust you. He’d always been a brilliant judge of character and he’d been completely right about you. You’d turned his entire world upside down; taught him how to love again and reminded him that the things he’d lost could be found again, just with a little care and patience. The empty house he used to come to was filled with love and laughter and little marks of you and him; photos from your various trips, magnets on the fridge, that he brought home from all the countries his job took him to, the little notes you left on his nightstand when you had to slip out for work before he rose. The first time Jack had come through the front door and almost tripped over your shoes, he’d cried - not out of anger or shock, but at the realisation that he was no longer alone. 

Jack had the innate desire to look after you. He knew you could handle yourself but that didn’t mean that you had to. You’d been there for him in every sense of the world, and he wanted to do the same, to make sure that you felt appreciated every second of every day. In his mind, if you ever questioned his love or loyalty, then he wasn’t doing his job right. That desire translated into little things, rather than grand displays of affection; he’d do your laundry when you worked late, sent you sweet texts through out the day and brought you flowers just because. It wasn’t uncommon to find that Jack had filled up your car with gas without asking, or to come home to your favourite take out. 

His biggest way, however, was in how well he knew you. Every slight change in demeanour and every variation in the tone of your voice was caught by him; he knew when you were okay, and he knew when you weren’t. He could tell when you were half-way between, and he’d do his best to bring you back to the lighter side. You take comfort in the fact he always had your back, no ifs or buts. 

When Jack woke up early one morning to find your side of the bed empty, he immediately knew that was something was up; the second his palm reached out for you, only to be met with a fistful of cold sheets, he knew. You never got out of bed early. There could have been an atomic war happening outside and you still would have refused to move, insisting on five more minutes before nuclear winter hit. The bathroom light was off and there wasn’t anything you could have found in the kitchen. After all, you’d only arrived at the ranch a few hours earlier. You were both tired from a few long weeks at work and escaping the suffocating fog of the city for the rolling hills and fresh air of Kentucky felt like heaven. 

Jack sat up, pausing for a moment. There was a gentle creek coming from somewhere; it was steady and rhythmic, ringing from the porch. His shoulder slumped wit relief - you were outside on the porch swing. At 6AM on a cold, winter’s morning. The relief was shorting lived. 

Pulling on his robe, Jack rubbed his eyes and headed out towards the porch. Sure enough, you were the first thing he saw, shoulders covered by the plaid shirt he’d worn the previous day and fluffy socks gently brushing against the floor with the movement of the swing. The light above you illuminated you in a soft smoulder, a golden glow cast over you, illuminating your tired eyes and disheveled hair. He would have lectured you about the cold, had you not had a knitted blanket around you. 

‘Bit early for you, ain’t it?’ Jack leant against the door frame, gently smiling when your eyes met. 

‘What’s early when you haven’t slept yet?’ You aimlessly joked. 

Lifting up the blanket, you silently gestured for him to come and sit next to you. Jack obliged, dropping down beside you and winding a large arm around your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss on your temple. His warm body was a welcome feeling against the cold of the January air. 

‘What’s keeping you up?’ He softly coaxed. 

‘I don’t know, to be honest.’ You replied. ‘It’s just been a long week.’

‘I get that.’ His voice was slightly murmured. He pulled you even closer, chin resting on your head. ‘But we’re here now, sugar. I think we both need the down time.’

‘Definitely.’ You said. ‘Plus, the view isn’t so bad.’

The ranch overlooked a large field filled with cows and horses; it stretched out for miles, fading away into the distance into a seemingly endless close. The edges of the green pasture were tinged with the pink of a tonic sun rise, pushing away the dark of the night sky. It wasn’t often that you got to watch the sun come up, and it felt a little refreshing to see a new day come. It was fresh; a clean slate, young and naive, but full of possibility. An ironic thought, given that you and Jack were probably going to lay on the sofa the whole day and order take out. 

‘You’re right.’ He murmured from beside you.

‘Are you doing that thing where you look at me when I’m talking about a nice view?’ You peered up at him, thinning your eyes. 

‘You said it was romantic!’

‘The first five times, Jack!’ You chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw.

‘Nothing is sacred anymore.’

You settled back against his chest with a smile. ‘I like it here.’

‘Me too.’ He agreed. ‘It’s nice to get away from the Apple. Everything over there if faster than a knife fight in a damn phone booth.’

‘And it doesn’t smell of pizza and...pee.’

You loved New York dearly; it had been your home for many years, and it was also where you’d met Jack. But, whether it was your permanent home, you didn’t know. There were some days when it all got so much. The city never quietened down and you could never quite escape it, even in the comfort of your own apartment. Out here, you were worlds away from that. Crickets were gently purring in the distance, and the only other sound came from the rustling of the animals in the field across the road. It was peaceful. Serene. 

‘What if we moved out here when I’m done at the Statesman?’ Jack posed, almost as though he were shy about broaching the subject. ‘We could get a couple horses. Maybe a dog. Heck, if you want a zoo, I’ll get you a zoo.’

‘I’d like that.’ You smiled. ‘I mean living here, not the zoo thing - but a dog and horses sounds nice.’

‘Then a dog and horses we shall get.’ He grinned. ‘Oh! I can teach you to ride.’

‘Or I could just watch you do it.’

‘There’s not a single person in this here town who can’t ride a horse.’ Jack said. ‘Unless a pony would be better.’

‘Why not both? We have enough room.’ You reminded him. ‘Maybe we can re-tile the kitchen too. It’s not that I don’t like the green, it’s just it’s...’

‘...dreadful?’

‘That’s a nice way of putting it.’

Because you didn’t live on the ranch full time, neither of you had put too much effort into making it homely. It was liveable, by all means, but the television in the living room dated back to the first Bush administration and the kitchen was a little too lime for your liking. The place had come furnished by the old owners, which had been a big selling point for Jack. He just wanted somewhere he could live whilst he was in Kentucky and this place had been practical. It wasn’t until you and your eye for interior design came along that he realised how retro it was. 

‘There’s a hardware store down the road.’ Jack said. ‘We can get a couple hours sleep and head down there later to see what they got.’

‘Maybe we can find something less green.’ 

‘I sure fucking hope so.’

---

The next morning, you and Jack bundled up into some warmer clothes and piled into the Bronco, heading for the store downtown. The actual city was miles out, but there lots of little local and independent places. There were little cafes and restaurants, as well as farmers’ markets and fresh produce. You had thought about living here permanently before, but you hadn’t verbalised it until Jack had suggested it first. Given everything that had happened in the past, you’d wanted to do things at his pace, but so far, you’d been perfectly in tune with one another. That was a testament to your relationship as a whole. 

‘I just smiled at that woman and she smiled back.’ You muttered to Jack, peering up at the store as you headed through the parking lot. 

‘And?’

‘I once smiled at a stranger on the Subway and they told me to piss off.’ 

Jack chuckled, reaching out to wind his arm around yours. He tangled your fingers together, pulling you flush against his side. It was easier to show physical displays of affection here too. He was always a little paranoid in the city, given how busy it was and how easy it would have been to for an enemy to hide. That was another thing Jack did without thinking; taking tiny little precautions to protect you. He couldn’t even begin to think about losing you. And the thought never popped up here. Never. Only in the city, where everything was loud and overwhelming.

The store itself was pretty big - it was good for you, but confusing for Jack. You had Pinterest boards with inspiration for all your hypothetical future houses, whilst Jack couldn’t the difference between ivory and sand. So, true to character, he let you tighten your grip on his arm and drag him towards the kitchen section, eyes wide like a kid in a candy store. You had a green blank canvas to go wild on, because probably would have agreed to anything. It wasn’t that he was a walk-over, or because he was lazy, he was just genuinely terrible at interior design. Introducing him to build mode on the Sims 4 had been traumatic enough. 

You didn’t have to decide anything immediately - after all, he’d said he wanted to move out here after he was done at Statesman. That was just as likely weeks as it was years. He did complain about his job giving him a bad back but you also knew that he enjoyed it. It was all he’d known for such a long time, and he’d worked hard to get to the top. Unbeknownst to you, he’d drop it all in a second if you wanted to relocate now. Even if he had the best job in the world and all the money he could ever want, the only thing Jack really needed was you.

‘Where do we even start?’ He asked, brown eyes staring confusedly at some paint samples. 

‘We start with the most important rooms - living room, kitchen, bedroom.’ You replied. ‘I’m thinking something midcentury for downstairs. What d’you think?’

‘Midwhatnow?’ His brows furrowed. 

You laughed. ‘Midcentury. So think...Bauhaus. Mid 60s sort of thing.’

‘Right.’ Jack nodded, getting a clearer idea. ‘How about you just to point to things and I’ll either shake my head or nod?’

Yeah, that sounded like a better idea.

And so, you began your trek around the store. Your Pinterest boards came in handy, especially for the kitchen - even Jack was grateful for them, because it meant you moved a little quicker. He did die inside a little when you grabbed a huge trolley and began piling it up with kitchen tiles, counters and cabinet doors, and even more so when you casually asked ‘you’re good at DIY, right?’

He didn’t complain though, not once. The sight of you rushing around the store, face lighting up at lamp shades and paint samples, was one of the best things he’d ever seen. Not only because it was hilarious, but also because it was the first time you really planned for your future. There was sort of an unspoken agreement that this was it, and that you were both in it for the long run, but neither of you had made any verbal plans together. You’d moved in together back in the city, but that had happened naturally. You’d started staying over and over more and more to sleep in his fancy Statesman bed and use his heavenly marble bathtub, and you came over one weekend and just never left. 

After a few hours, Jack finally had to put a stop to your antics. 

‘Okay, darlin’, I think we’ve reached the threshold now.’ He called. ‘We don’t need a new lighting fixture for the downstairs bathroom.’

You huffed. ‘Placing it back on the shelf.’

‘Fine.’

‘We’re gonna have a hard time getting in this car as it is.’ He held his arm out to you, signalling for you to come back to him. 

‘I’ll have to come back for the upstairs then.’ You muttered. 

‘We’ve gone from painting the kitchen to gutting the whole damn ranch, baby.’ Jack replied. ‘We’re only here for two more days anyways.’

‘Damn. I forgot about that.’ Your eyes widened. ‘I guess we better start today, then.’

--

This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend. 

Relaxing! 

And yet somehow, Jack Daniels was stood in the middle of his now half-demolished kitchen, a sledge hammer in one hand and a glass of his namesake whiskey in the other. He couldn’t deny that it had been fun to rip out the cabinets and tear off the tiles. He’d despised the colour of the kitchen for so long that it felt good to finally get rid of them, even if it meant that the tedious process of putting on the new ones came immediately after. You’d gone for simple black and white ones, with some mosaic ones for a...what had you called it? A feature wall or something. Apparently it added character (something he took your word for). 

‘So what’s the paint for?’ Jack frowned, taking a brush as you handed it to him. 

‘For the living room.’ You grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him out the kitchen.

‘But the kitchen isn’t done-’

‘- I’m bored of the kitchen.’ You said. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’

‘Course not, angel.’ He pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

After grappling with covering the furniture up, you and Jack began to paint. It wasn’t too hard of a process; he just sort of whacked it on, whilst you had a much more meticulous process. So what if he got a splash of grey on the light switch? Actually, on second second thought, he should probably wipe that off.

Besides, it only took him five minutes to get sidetracked. The sight of you stood across the room, his red and black plaid shirt hanging from your shoulders, face screwed up with concentration and paint on your nose, was a distraction in itself. It was the sort of moment he wanted to get on a Polaroid, but equally, one that he wanted to savour. He always entranced by you, but sometimes that amplified. You weren’t even doing anything special - just...existing. But that was enough to capture his attention in its entirety. 

He didn’t tear his eyes away from you - not until something cold hit him in the face, and a splatter of grey paint nearly hit his eye. The noise of your laughter pulled him back to reality, practically losing it as you doubled over, holding onto the fire place for support. You were lucky that it was his favourite sound but heck, you coulda dumped the whole bucket of paint on him and he wouldn’t have flinched. 

‘That was rude.’ Jack folded his arms across his chest. ‘I’m gonna get you for that.’

‘No, you won’t.’

You dropped your paintbrush, suddenly leaping over the couch and sprinting out into the hallway. Trying to outrun a highly-trained government agent (a fact you sometimes forgot) might have not been your brightest idea, but you still managed to breeze past him and skid into the kitchen, almost tripping over a strewn tile as you did. 

Jack was hot on your heels, arms reaching out to grab as you circled back into the living room. He managed to snatch you by the waist, pulling you down onto the sheet-covered couch - he was nice enough to use his own body to break the landing at least. You landed on his chest with a thud, still in a fit of giggles as he grabbed your face and planted kisses all over it. His lips were soft and warm, tasting of whiskey when they finally met yours. You tangled your hand through his hair in an attempt to bring him close, as though it were even possible. 

You broke the kiss, rolling off of Jack and onto the sofa next to him, nuzzling into his side. The paint you’d managed to get on him was on you now as well, smeared down the side of your face and a little onto his shirt that you were wearing. Not that it bothered him all that much, because the sight of you in any of his clothes was worth a little bit of paint. You had a sort of rotation, where you would steal various garments and wear them until they lost his smell, before dumping them in the laundry and swiping some more. They were always baggy, scented with his aftershave and the faint smell of the leather from his car. When he was away on missions, it was the nearest thing you could get to one of his warm hugs.

‘Darling, d’you think, just maybe, that we should just pay someone to do all this?’ Jack gently suggested. ‘I can have a guy from the agency come in and be done in like three days.’

‘Three days? For the whole house?’ You peered up at him with a frown. 

‘Their speciality is rebuilding places after we accidentally blow them up so this will be like a walk in the park.’ He explained. ‘Although, the kitchen isn’t far off. the place is lookin’ as messy as the farmers’ market after sundown.’

‘And Champ won’t mind you abusing Statesman resources like that?’ You teased.

‘The man is so rich that he buys a new boat when the other gets wet.’ Jack reminded you. ‘He ain’t gonna notice.’

‘You have a point.’ You nodded. 

‘Besides, they’re better at decorating-’

‘- interior design.’ You cut him off. ‘It’s a house, not a Christmas cookie.’

Jack dropped his head against yours, letting out a groan. ‘You know what I mean.’

‘I know.’ You leant up to press another soft kiss to his lips. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, angel.’ 

Even though it was still a little far off, the glimpse that this weekend had given you into your future meant everything to him. He’d brought the ranch as a place to crash on business stays, and now you were helping to turn it into a home. At one point, he hadn’t imagine having a life to look ahead to or a house to decorate or somebody to love. Even though they were small, everyday things, you’d brought so much into his life, and he was never going to let you forget it. 

[monkey-network]

Why Klaus IS Christmas Kino

Klaus isn’t flawless, let’s get this out the way. My love for this film won’t deny that it bears a couple nits that can distract the experience. Jesper and Alva’s relationship felt like an eye-rolling inevitability, notable cliches here & there, a notable song felt both fitting and out of place, and while enjoyable, I’m not as big a fan of the climax as I thought. But in spite of it all, I love this film and it is one of the best modern animated Christmas films, period? Follow me here. I could go on about its wonderful animation cuz yeah, it’s unlike any other film. But a philosophy of mine is that the best animation enhances the writing and I can say Klaus is that surprisingly well written and has become an all time Christmas fave

*deep breath in* So let’s do this...

I mention that Klaus has its cliches, but you gotta know that it’s smarter than expected. Believe me when I say if the writers didn’t care, this could’ve actually been so much worse. Jesper could’ve been more manipulative towards everyone for his goals, Klaus would’ve given up entirely after knowing the truth about Jesper, we could’ve had an argument between Jesper and his dad about upholding business, the townsfolk could’ve reverted back to their old ways, plenty writing moments where this could’ve been Emoji Movie levels of insulting to your intellect. BUT, they don’t. The film never really turns back on itself, it keeps moving where, as the notable quote goes, an act of good will sparks another as it starts with Jesper’s father.

Even if nepotism was responsible for Jesper getting the job in the first place, he clearly sees his son be more spoiled than he’s worth so is like, “Ma boi, I will send you to the ends of the earth or leave you to the streets if you don’t do something with yourself.” He never cared about his son representing the postal company, or ruining his top class image, he was only tired of Jesper taking advantage of his fortune while not having any ambition of his own. Can’t help but say Jesper’s dad is a very respectable character because the sole reason the whole plot happened in the first place was because he just wanted his son to do better. It’s that act of genuine consideration that pushes Jesper to his wake up call as he reaches Smeerensburg.

People have compared this movie to Emperor’s New Groove through Jesper’s character and I say yes, but this film takes that next step and put Jesper in the pit of pits way early. Reminds me more of Ratatouille’s beginning where Remy’s lowest point is around the same time as Jesper’s. The harsh atmosphere of the island is treated very blunt in how this is our mailman’s nightmare come true. With his situation, our guy is truly at his lowest. Gives up now, he’ll be cut off his inheritance and probably will have worse. Everyone hates him and each other, his post office itself is in shambles, symbolic of how communication is practically thin outside conflict, and the teacher turned fish seller Alva is that path Jesper could notably be if he didn’t try. Everything is literally grey for this guy, but like Ratatouille, when you’re at your lowest there’s no where else to go but up. That’s where Klaus comes in...

This is genuinely the most clever interpretation of Santa I know, hands down. A well established woodsman, a crafter both of living, for him and the birds that reside in his woods, and recreation with the toys he made himself not just for kids, but specifically the kids he and his wife wanted but couldn’t have. Klaus feels like a real person, not just another take on the mythical man. You’re with him and Jesper as he, after familiar winds provide him a letter, a small spark to do something good, soon opens up and gets reminded of what’s kept him going all these years. It is no wonder he sees his wife in Jesper, it’s thanks to him that he could refurbish his dashed dream into a new one. He didn’t just want to do it for the children of the island, but for himself. That is another thing about this film: communication. I mention before how it’s practically thin at first due to a long going feud that isn’t even aware of why it’s still going. The joy in hate is only for hatred’s sake, and they make it very clear how miserable it all feels. That is where Jesper comes in. They don’t take shortcuts with how he gets the ball rolling, both accidentally and purposefully, he boots up to get things done, pushes himself to go to Klaus to make things happen. This is all in part by the youth, what really ties the plot together...

As I mentioned before (again), life in Smeerensburg is noticeably miserable but thanks to Klaus, by extension Jesper, the kids are enticed to do what it takes to get some genuine joy in their lives through the toys they’re able to get. They’ll make them letters, and if they can’t write, they’ll go to Alva for teachings, and if they act naughty, they’ll try to do good which in turn pushes the adults to do good for the sake of their kids. It really would’ve been one thing to sure enough make the kids spoiled because of the toy giving, focusing more on the extrinsic value of Klaus’s kindness but no. The children are very grateful for these gifts enough to feel compelled to do good, and it makes them feel good as much as it soon makes the adults more convinced to stop fighting. It helps that this all takes place in older times cuz I believe this would’ve been far different, possibly worse, if this took place in modern times. That or just kinda rip off Arthur Christmas, it’s my guess. As such, it gradually becomes an amazing Christmas film because it isn’t just the presents, the Santa Claus myth, the festive style of it all that makes this holiday special to me. It’s the warmth... of togetherness.

My favorite detail about Klaus is how it transitions from cold to warm with its atmosphere. We start out with the emptiest, harshest environment, enough fog to choke your eyes, and then we get to this moment with a brighter, clearer sight of the more united town as the Christmas spirit builds in the film, even when it isn’t even that day yet in-universe, so too does the warmhearted feeling that can come from celebrating it appear more and more. This film fleshes out more of what the Grinch taught me, what A Charlie Brown Christmas taught me, what I’ve come to appreciate about Christmas as I grew up in this materialistic world. I can say everyday can have the Holiday spirit, but Christmas is the time where I feel compelled to be grateful of what I’ve made and got and give back when honestly, I don’t care about getting the most expensive stuff anymore like I used to when I was way younger. This film is so sincere in what it wants to say, and you know this is indeed the same guy that made Minions. Yeah, not kidding and I’ll let you sit with that if you’re reading this as I continue because we have to talk about that moment...

Yeah, I don’t like being the Nostalgia Critic, but I too don’t take kindly to the ‘liar reveal’ trope myself and this could’ve been a point where the film lost me a little. Though you know what? It still works. See, with that trope, what sucks is that it can tend to unravel the plot to where you know as soon as they break apart, they’ll get back together regardless of the deed done. This is why I don’t like A Bug’s Life, don’t @ me. But I’m not saying it can’t done right, like in Over the Hedge. The breakup between Jesper and the others is painful, but it is necessary to give us a couple great character moments. One is with Jesper and his dad, who came back personally to see that Jesper has indeed built something for himself. We get no dialogue between them but it’s clear that even when Jesper’s unintentionally successful thanks to Yzma and Bubba, he can tell his son wasn’t happy leaving everything behind, so he lets him stay since that was what he truly wanted this whole time. Again, give that man some credit for amazing dad. Another moment comes before the big reveal where not only do we see Jesper come to understand his own guilt surrounding his original intentions, but in the end they never hated him for coming back, especially due to him inadvertently stopping the enemy feud all together. Lastly, without that moment, we probably wouldn’t have got this smile. When Margu, purest character ever that I could make a whole segment about but I don’t wanna keep you too long, started to tear up after calling for Jesper thinking he left for good but she then sees our guy never really left and we get this teary smile:

I felt that. Almost more than anything else in this film.

Cliched as it can appear, the execution excels in those more memorable emotions for this film. It’s been a year since I watched this again and I remember so much about these characters. And my god, I haven’t even gotten to the animation which... my god.

Klaus is indeed the most beautiful upon beautiful films I’ve seen, and what makes it better is that it all enhances the story. I mention before of its transitional visual from cold to warm sights, but goddamn, the character designs, the environments, the expressiveness, the textures all amount to style perfect for this alone. I think it would’ve as well received if it had a more flat look, but they seriously went higher for a traditional appealing story that compliments the unique children’s storybook look of it all. This honestly is better than most of modern Disney films that I’ve seen, ironic since it feels like if you took Tangled the Series and made it 3D with more fluid character animation. And if I’m comparing something to the continuous mindblower that’s Tangled the Series, you’ve most certainly got on my best side.

Sergio Pablos and his team really pulled no punches in making this a great movie. A great Christmas movie, one worth seeing if not at least once but every Holiday season for tradition’s sake. Klaus gave me a good time, made me cry, and above all showed me to never stop having a good heart because doing good can indeed go far, thankless as it can be. Heck, my heart felt more rejuvenated than before in making this critique, that’s a testament to how much good this film means to me personally. What else is there to say?

It's The Best

[imagines4thefandoms]

Eternity Pt 2 (Kol Mikaelson X reader)

Requested: yes from Wattpad

This will no be accurate according to the show so bare with me.

Y/n’s POV

“Kol” you whispered.

You quickly looked over your shoulder but the only person there was your best friend (bff/n). She gave you small smile and then went back to taking notes. You could have sworn that you felt something. The entire class you just stared blankly at the powerpoint. You didn’t even notice the class was over til (bff/n) shoved you a little as she was leaving the classroom.

“Y/n are you ok” Bf/n asked.

“What,” you asked coming back to reality.  “Yeah” you answered grabbing you bag and running out of the room.

“Your crazy y/n. Just go for a walk to clear your head,” you told yourself.

The plan was to walk around campus until your next class. The scenery was going to calm you down, just link it did after your turned. But you didn’t really focus on the scenery.

Flashback

You woke up and everything hurt. Your head. Your teeth. Your eyes. But weirdly enough not your stomach or legs or face. Not where that man hurt you. You opened your eye but the light was way too bright.

“Its ok,” a strange voice said.

The light became less annoying and you took in your surroundings. But it wasn’t a hospital. You quickly sat up of tried to make yourself small. There were two men in the room with you.

“Please im sorry. I won’t run,” you pleaded with those men.

“Hey your safe. I promise that man will never hurt you again,” the man in a suit said.

“Technically no one will now,” the other one said.

There was this pain in your stomach. It was like hunger but much worse. There was a bag on the table next to the bed you woke up on and it smelled amazing. The younger of the two men grabbed the bag and sat on the bed.

“Drink this and you will feel better,” he said holding out the bag.

The urge to take it was strong but you were weary of the men. You turned your head away and just hoped the hunger would go away like it has before. The other placed his hand on the younger and they both left the room.

“She needs to feed,” you heard the younger say.

“That young girl just went through something horrific Kol. Give her time,” the older man say.

“Elijah, and if she doesn’t are we supposed to let her die,” the younger man now known as Kol asked.

“She might not want to become one of use. It's her choice. One that neither of us will make for her,” Elijah responded as he walked away.

Everything hurt. But this pain was worse than you ever felt. This pain couldn’t be pushed down and ignored. Something in you knew that whatever was in that bag would make the pain go away. You went to grab it off the nightstand but it wasn’t there. Kol must have taken it. Maybe that was best. right. If I drank that I would become one of them according to Elijah but what were they? British?

You curled into a ball and just cried. This pain has to go away right. Kol said I could die. Would that be a good thing. Or should I drink whatever is in that bag. What's so bad about becoming British? There was this loud tapping on wood. You shot up and looked around the room but saw nothing. The tapping continued. You got out of bed and saw nothing but a lone ant in the far corner. Yep you were going crazy. You were walking back to the bed when there was a thunderous knock on the door. Your tried to cover your ears to lessen the sound but it didn’t work. Kol walked in.

“What's wrong with me. What did you do,” you asked backing into the corner and curling into a ball.

“Shh you are okay,” Kol said stepping towards you.

“No stay away. You said I'm going to die.”

“Only if you don’t drink this,” Kol replied hold out the bag.

“What if I don’t want to be British. Huh. You ever think of that,” yelled.

“What,” Kol laughed.

“I heard what the other man said. If I drink that i'll become like you.”

“A vampire darling. You will become a vampire. Not British and were are not British. Technically we are Norwegian,” kol replied with a small smile.

“There is no such thing as vampires.”

“You teeth hurt,  and your eyes and head. Everything it too bright and too loud. You’re hungry. Hungrier than you have ever been,” kol stated.

“How…,”

“You are transitioning between vampire and human. You don’t have to turn if you don’t want to. But you died back on the farm. That man shot you. If you don’t drink this you will die,”

“Im dead?”

“Undead technically.”

You looked at Kol like he was crazy. A Vampire is one thing but you’re not dead. You would remember dying right. Kol took another step forward and you noticed his face change. His eyes got all veiny and his teeth got pointy.

“Holy shit,” you exclaimed standing up. “How.”

“My mother turned us after my younger brother died,”

“And how am I…,”

“My brother and I found you. You were seriously hurt so my brother fed you his blood to heal you. I killed the man who hurt you but he shot you. You died with vampire blood in your system so now you’re becoming a vampire,” Kol explained.

“Will it hurt,”

“No. Your pain will stop and you will be strong and faster and no one will hurt you again,” he explained stepping closer. “Drink this and you will be a vampire.

“Kol enough,” Elijah said walking into the room. “This is her choice.”

“If it will take my pain away i’ll drink blood. So what’s in that bag,” you asked stepping towards the brother.

“Human blood,” Elijah responded.

“Ew what,” you exclaimed taking a small step back.

“Drinking human blood with complete the transformation,” kol explained.

“But it smells so good,” you said with a gross expression.

Kol laughed a little and looked over at Elijah. “Are you sure you want this,” Elijah asked.

“I think so. Nothing can hurt me besides, wooden stake, holy water, a cross, the sun and garlic. No garlic bread will suck. Wait I don’t want to hurt people.”

“Holy water, a cross and garlic are all myth. The sun won’t be a problem with a daylight ring and you don’t have to hurt people if you don’t want to,” Elijah explained.

“Ok, I think I want this,” you said stepping forward and taking the blood from Kol.

You ripped the bag open and took a small sip. You expected it to taste awful but it was the most delicious thing you ever consumed. After drinking the whole bag you returned the bag to Kol and wiped and blood that was on your face away. Kol was right. The pain was gone. You felt strong. You felt free. You felt safe.

You were so entranced by the memory of your transformation that you walked longer and further than you planned. A text message from your lab partner brought you back to reality and you realized that you were late to class and that you walked 5 miles.

Shit I lost track of time. -y/n

Don’t worry ill tell the teach that you are sick. I'll send you the notes after class- (random name)

Thanks sorry- y/n

End flashback

You started to walk back to your room when you saw a couple chasing each other in the park across the street. They looked happy. The guy grabbed his boyfriend and they both fell down. They laid there together and watched the clouds pass.

You hated how happy they were. You hated how they had each other when your person was gone.

Flashback

“Y/n come here,” Kol called from down stairs.

You kinda stayed with the Mikaelson’s after you turned. And they were right. You didn’t have to hurt anyone. But you kind of became a thief. Once a week Kol helps you steal from a blood bank so you don’t have to hurt a person, but only if there is lots of blood.

“What Kol,” you asked walking towards him.

Kol grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the house. You tried to plant yourself but he was older and therefore a lot stronger.

“Kol I don’t want to,” you whined trying to break free of his grasp.

“You have been inside all week, and its (fave weather) outside,” Kol explained turning to you.

“Fine,” you respond.

You go back upstairs to dress accordingly and then go out with Kol. The two of you walk around town til you guys reach the park and sit in the gazebo located in the center. Kol has become your best friend, your person. Without kol you wouldn’t be alive today and you loved him.

“Are you alright darling,” he asked sitting next to you.

“I’m perfect,” you responding watching the weather.

“Yes you are,” Kol mumbled watching you.

You got up and exited the gazebo to fully enjoy the weather. Kol sat protected watching you close your eyes, look up and spin around enjoying this beautiful day. You didn’t know kol walked over to you til his hands where on your hips causing you to stop spinning. You laughed as you fixed your hair and looking into his brown eyes. You stopped laughing when he grabbed your face. Before you could question what he was doing Kol pressed his lips against yours.

He broke the kiss and looked at you. “God you’re gorgeous.”

“I know.”

Kol laughed and then pressed his lips against yours again, but this time you wrapped your arms around him and deepened it. Something happened and the two of you fell to the ground. Laughter erupted from the both of you. Kol was on top of you and he just rested his forehead.

You pushed him off of you and the two of you just laid in the middle of the park holding hands. It was the best day ever.

End flashback

Kol’s POV

How. I’ve been dead for two months and now I was able to feel her. More importantly she could feel me. My sweet Y/n. I wanted to go follow her but there was something calling me. I don’t know what it was but I just needed to follow it. The thing calling me lead me back to my brothers. I walked into a house and saw Elijah sitting in the library reading. I explored the house and saw Klaus in his drawing room. Rebekah was with Marcel and there was a strange pregnant woman in the kitchen. I was going to try to call out to Klaus but there was something calling me upstairs. There was a door at the end of the hallway that glowed. I walked towards the door but before I could open it, someone else opening it.

“There you are. I have been looking for you,” a young brunette said.

Y/n’s POV

I reached my dorm room and I was going to take a nap. Naps solve all problems. But I needed answers. Did I really feel my Kol or am I going crazy. Maybe cursed or hexed. The only person who would know was Elijah. So I grabbed my keys and decided it was time to head to New Orleans.

Flashback

“Where are we going,” you asked Kol messing with the blind fold he placed over your eyes.

“You really don’t like surprised do you,” he asked slapping your hand.

“Well the last time I was blindfolded and taken to a surprise I died in a barn,” you responded with a deadpan tone.

You could tell by the air how much Kol did not appreciate your joke. He was never really a fan of your dark humor. You placed a hand on his knee to let him know you were ok. He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it.

“Your humor needs work,” he said.

“No you just need time to get it,” you responded.

“Well either way we have all of eternity.”

The car stopped and Kol quickly got out and opened your door. He removed your blindfold and a beautiful cabin stood before you. The cabin sat on a lake and was surrounded by woods. Kol grabbed your hand and brought you inside.

“Kol what is this place,” you asked running your hand over the beautiful furniture.

“I bought this place years ago as a safe haven from my family. I come here when ever Niklaus is in a shabby mood,” he said wrapping his arms around you. “I thought that my beautiful girlfriend could use a vacation.”

“So you brought me to your don’t dagger me cabin,” you asked turning your head to look at the love of your life.

“Yes I brought you to my don’t dagger me cabin,” he laughed. “And now it’s our don’t dagger me cabin.”

“How romantic,” you joked turning completely around to hold him.

The entire trip was perfect. Just you and Kol doing everything you love. But the best night there was the third night. Kol had driven into town to grab stuff to make dinner. Kol promised to make your favorite meal. While Kol was out you decided to relax by the lake and soak up the sun. You stayed there til Kol came back. He placed a kiss on your temple to let you know he was back. You got up and returned the favor. He started to walk back to the cabin so you ran and jumped on his back.

“To lazy to walk darling,” he asked holding your legs so you don’t fall.

“Yes I am babe,” you responded placing a kiss on his cheek.

He shook is head in laughter and carried you inside. Once be brought you into the kitchen he sat you down on the counter. Kol turned and stood in between your legs. Your arms were around his neck and the two of you just stayed like this staring into each others eyes.

“So what’s the plan old man,” you asked after a couple minutes.

“Dinner, desert, then sex,” he replied.

“Sounds delicious.”

You sat on the kitchen counter and just watched Kol cook (favorite meal). While he was cooking you grabbed the phone that was on the counter next to you, which so happened to be his, and turned on music. Every so often Kol would bring you a spoon to taste the food.

“Delicious,” you judged.

After twenty more minutes, Kol was done cooking. He set up the table with candles and rose petals and went to the bedroom and put on a suit. He pulled out the chair for you and you just stared at him. You looked at Kol in his suit and you in a tank top and shorts.

“Seriously babe,” you exclaimed point to the romantic scene then to your outfit.

“You look gorgeous,” he said walking over to you.

“I know i’m just underdressed,” you ran upstairs and changed into a simple (f/c) dress.

You return downstairs and give Kol a little twirl. “Better.”

He looked at your dress and then laughed at your fuzzy polka dot socks. “Stunning,” he replied grabbing your hand and bringing you to the table.

The (favorite meal) was perfect. Kol was perfect. Everything was perfect. Kol took a sip of wine then grabbed your hand. He looked a littler nervous which confused you so you gave him a little smile in hopes to calm him down.

“Y/n you are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on and I have been alive for over a century. These moments with you have made me feel more alive than when I was actually alive,” he stated to say. “And I meant is when I said that we will be together for all eternity. But there is one thing we need to fix for our eternity to begin.”

“Fix what needs to be fixed,” you asked looking at your dress.

“Not the way you look darling. Just your name,” he said getting down on one knee.

Kol grabbed a little black box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. You jumped out of your chair and fell on top of Kol.

“Is that a no,” he asked jokingly.

“Shut up. Yes. Fix my name it’s awful.”

“Nothing about you is awful, besides your humor. But y/n Mikaelson has a nice ring to it,” he said moving the hair from your face.

The two of you sat up and he slid the ring on your finger. Marrying the man in front of you is a dream come true.

END FLASHBACK

You were playing with your ring which was hanging around your neck the whole ride home. Two months without your soulmate really felt like two centuries. And you knew going back home was going to bring up memories and pain but you needed answers. Why now?

As soon as you entered city limits, you saw Kol at every corner. You saw where you and kol first kissed. Where you had your first date, first fight, first make up. You passed your first apartment together.

You finally pulled up to the Mikaelson house and you just stood at the front door at the house where you met Kol. Maybe you didn’t want the answers; you went to go back to your car but stopped. Kol would tell you to be brave. So you opened the front door and walked inside.

There was some chatter coming from the library so you guessed Klaus and Elijah were fighting again. You decided to wait in the kitchen til Klaus was less “stabby” as Kol would put it. After grabbing some blood from the fridge you went to the library and lightly knocked on the door.

“Elijah I need some help,” you said slightly opening the door. “Im pretty sure I’m losing my mind or that i’m cursed.”

You walked in and saw Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah looking at the fire place.  You could kind of see that they were staring a Devina. Elijah turned to face you and you saw him.

“Hello Darling,” Kol said walking towards you.

“Kol,” you asked taking a step forwards.

“God, you are even more gorgeous than before.”

“I know,” you cried as you ran into his arms.

He picked you up and spun you around. Kol put you down and firmly pressed his lips against yours. After taking a break for air, you turned to everyone and just smiled.

“How,” you simply asked.

“I found a spell,” Davina replied.

“Thank you D,” you thanked hugging Kol.

She gave you a small smile and you turned back to the love of your life. He was back. You were in his arms again. He looked at you with the biggest smile and then to the ring around your neck.

“I believe this is in the wrong place,” he said taking the necklace off of you.

He placed the ring back on your finger and placed a kiss on your hand.

“I also believe that there was something we needed to fix,” you replied with a smile.

[wild-aloof-rebel]

amazingly, we ended 2020 with triple the number of words of fic in this fandom that we had at the end of 2019. thank you to everyone who contributed to that and to all the readers who motivate fic writers to keep publishing!!

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Every Breath That Comes Before [series] by nameless_bliss (rated T & E) [Three fics where David thinks about Patrick eventually leaving him]

Good Winter by Distractivate (rated M) Patrick spends a week in January at his parents' fishing cabin, sorting through memories and trying to figure out if enough of his past remains to rebuild relationships with his family and Rachel, while not losing who he's become with David. David, of course, helps. A story about making peace with all the versions of yourself, inspired by Bon Iver's album For Emma, Forever Ago.

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If you’re looking for an ass to kiss by grapehyasynth (rated T) Everything's the same, except Patrick is already in town - and he's the mayor.

i’m your moonlight, you’re my star by doingthemost & singsongsung *Alexis/Twyla* (rated M) Twyla and Alexis spend the holidays together.

It’s My (Christmas) Party and I’ll Panic if I Want To by DelilahMcMuffin (rated T) It’s Christmas Eve and David wants nothing more than to spend the evening in Patrick’s room at Ray’s engaging in the kinds of activities that will get them on Santa’s Naughty List. But his dad has decided that he wants to throw a last minute Christmas party. And to top it all off, Patrick’s parents have shown up unexpectedly to surprise their son for the holidays. Oh, and in case that wasn’t enough, David discovers that Patrick has been keeping a pretty big secret. [...]

Just to Hold the Hands I Love by DesignatedGrape (rated T) As David peered out the window at the snow-covered neighborhood, his gaze landed on his own front lawn, which he shared with the townhouse next door. Oh. Oh, no. Sitting in the middle of the small yard, facing the street, was an honest-to-god snowman, complete with stick arms, red scarf, and plaid trapper hat, and holding some sort of sign. David rolled his eyes. His neighbor thought he was so funny.

Meet me out at the end of my rope by yourbuttervoicedbeau (rated E) What if more than one bombshell was dropped the day of Patrick's birthday — one they couldn't come back from?

Termites of Endearment by unfolded73 & vivianblakesunrisebay (rated E) After discovering the cottage has to be fumigated for termites, David and Patrick suffer a stressful day and an onslaught of memories when they have to spend the night at the motel.

there it is, beating away by blueink3 (rated T) David and Patrick befriend a single mom and her son. Well, Patrick does. David is still feeling things out.

Your Guide to Winter Trail Etiquette by middyblue (rated E) It’s not exactly a promising beginning to his New Year’s Eve ski trip weekend when David drops his bags on the couch of their little rented condo and Alexis’s new boyfriend, who’s wearing an ugly Christmas sweater almost a week after Christmas and crashing David’s plans, says in confusion, “Wait, but where’s Patrick going to sleep?” A story about things ending and things beginning, even if they come from somewhere unexpected.

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and finally, just in case you missed it and are interested, i put together a list of some of my fave fics of 2020 and a little recap of my own fics from the year. happy new year and happy reading, friends!! 💗