#he'd play dramatically offended for like

[jc-aka-why-me]

WWX: The devil's in the details...

Basically everyone else: You don't need an eye for detail to spot the devil in certain people... Just saying.

WWX: HEY?!?!?!

[gojoux]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Would you really reject this man's kiss? A man who is used to getting what he wants? He would start to react dramatically feigning hurt, “You dare wipe my kiss clean off your cheeks?! Baby, I thought you loved me.” But then he'd pull you close, and his attitude changes drastically, “Now, don't play hard to get. I know you want more.” He would kiss you again with more passion and force, caressing your body and locking you in place, and you couldn't help but kiss him back.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“Hey, hold on now, love...” As you wipe off his kiss, Geto smiles and shakes his head before leaning in again and kissing you even closer and longer, placing his hands softly on your face. He'll smirk at you when you pull away, “Don't do that. It's the first time I gave my kisses to someone this special.” Geto would kiss you again and hug you tightly, he's very happy to have you.

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

He'd chuckle as you wipe off his kiss before grabbing your wrist and pressing it against the wall. His eyes would look like it's glowing for a moment as he presses you harder against the walls. “Don't wipe my kiss off.” He grumbles. Sukuna would kiss you harder as if he were trying to leave a mark behind on your lips. He's very possessive and will stop at nothing to possess you if you're his love.

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

He'd raise an eyebrow as you try to wipe off his kiss. “What? Wiping off my kiss? Are you not happy with me giving you a kiss now?” He smiles a little before grabbing your chin gently, pressing his lips against your forehead, and it lingers for a while to kiss you there. Nanami is always serious, but he's soft inside, and he appreciates your gesture a lot when you accept his kisses.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He's too stunned to speak and still shocked by what you just did. “So, you're wiping it off...” Choso murmurs, he's never been loved before and to have someone do that to his kisses is a first. Still, he's happy to be your love though, so his cheeks are flushed and his body feels hot. Choso would put two of his hands gently on your neck before he leaned in, “Don't move. Let me kiss you again.”

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“What was that?” He would hold your wrist tightly, his grip is firm but not enough to hurt you as he pulls you closer. “So, you hate my kisses now, hm?” He looks unbothered by your gesture and is not offended at all. Toji would just kiss you on the lips again, “There. I'll just keep kissing you then.” He smiles and ruffles your hair. He thinks the idea of your small actions is amusing and cute.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

A faint blush covers his cheeks as he questions you. “What are you doing?” He asks, his voice remaining calm and collected. He'd look at you with a serious gaze. Megumi would lean in and kiss you even longer this time, as if he was trying to prove something. He'll mumble in your ear, “I don't want you to wipe off my kiss anymore.” Megumi will hug you and rest his head on your shoulder, as this is the only way he knows how to express his love.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Huh? I just gave you a kiss and you wipe it off? Why? Didn't I kiss you properly?” He'd remain speechless for a few seconds, thinking about why you would wipe his kiss off, he might even feel a little insecure. Itadori would then hold your both cheeks and kiss you a few more times before pulling away. He'll look at you with a wide smile on his face and say, “Oh, don't worry. All you had to say was I didn't kiss you properly.”

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

Yuta's heart would leap in shock and he would turn flustered. This is a new feeling he's never experienced before, someone wiping off his kiss. “W-Why did you do that? Did I do something wrong?” He'd ask. Yuta would step forward and grab your cheeks gently, kissing you before he held your hand and placed it on his chest to feel his heartbeat. “Was that better?”

[hyunjilicious]

[bf!felix x reader]

Summary: a chill evening on the couch turns into you and Felix exploring a new kink because tiktok is never a good influence. (SMUT-ish) 2.3k Warnings: SPIT KINK (tons of it, it's the main thing, so if you're not into that, don't read this), mentions of oral (m receiving) and other minor things like hair pulling or like Felix sucking your fingers. There's no actual smut in this, just two idiots who take turns spitting in each others mouths, I'm sorry, I have no shame. 18+ PLS!!!

A soft grunt escaped your lips as you shifted around in place for what was probably the 5th time in the last 3 minutes. Your back was sore and you could barely feel your left foot, as it was already 6pm and all you did throughout the day was lay with Felix on the couch, talking and watching movies. Right now however, the room was silent as you both scrolled on your phones, the only forms of interaction between the two of you being the obscene number of kisses Felix would plant on your forehead every other minute, the way he played with the sleeve of your shirt, that one time you bit his chest just because you could and obviously, the tiktoks you decided to show one another.

Your feed had been fairly entertaining yet nothing out of the ordinary, until one specific video earned a reaction from you, in the form of a disgusted gagging sound. 

Felix didn't bother to speak up or ask what it was that you just watched, instead he just removed one of your earbuds and put it in his own ear as you angled the phone so that he could also see the video.

"I don't get it" he looked at you.

"It's gross"

"Is it?" he softly asked, looking at you as if he was too shy to tell you he took it as a personal offense.

"Yes? Of course? Who in their right mind asks someone else to spit in their mouth?"

He didn't answer and silence settled again. Due to the way you were completely pressed into his side, you couldn't see his face, so as one too many seconds passed where he failed to answer, you couldn't help but push yourself up onto your elbows to face him. "Felix?"

"You wouldn't ask me to do it?"

"No!?" you responded, offended.

"Not even if you knew I was into it and wanted to do it with you?"

His question made you stop. This wasn't hypothetical anymore. Now it wasn't just a random thing from the internet that you were chatting about; now it was about Felix, and something he personally wanted to do. With you. You swallowed thickly, the way your view on the topic shifted completely in under one minute making you question your morals. 

"I- I don't-" you mumbled, eyes cast somewhere over his shoulder, at the bookcase behind him. "It's not the same thing"

"How come?" he sweetly asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. If you didn't know any better, you'd have thought he played you. But he was just honest with you and you were just that in love with him. 

"Lix, don't do this to me!" you whined and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. 

He followed you. "Do what? Baby, I'm not trying to-"

"No, you're not trying to anything, but now I kinda wanna try it and it's gross. Are you happy?" you dramatically exclaimed, making him giggle. 

"Happy with what? Princess, what did I do?"

"You looked at me with those eyes and now I want you to-" you pointed to your phone, "do that to me"

That made him grin, "You want me to spit in your mouth, baby?"

Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment. And the worst part of it all was the way your core reacted, making your thighs involuntarily rub against one another. "...maybe"

"I can do that if you want to" he softly said and placed a hand on your cheek as he leaned in to peck your lips. "I'd love to do it, actually. But only if you're sure"

"I am sure" he hurriedly answered, voice shaky and not at all as confident as you had hoped. It made him smile, it had been quite a while since he'd seen you this flustered and he had absolutely no idea how badly he missed it.

"It's ok" he reassured you and closed the distance between the two of you with a gentle kiss. His plush lips enveloped yours and your heart rate slowed down on the spot, you melted in his arms - your safe place; your anxieties dissipating by the second. Lips still locked, Felix helped you crawl into his lap, his hands remaining on your hips as the kiss consumed itself in the most intoxicating way possible. 

When you pulled away, you had to take a deep breath to calm your dizzy mind, and when you looked back at him - at his lazy and hungry, yet warm and understanding eyes, the words just flew out of your mouth. "Felix, please?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Ok then" Felix smiled. 

He straightened his back and grabbed your chin, pecked your lips one more time and then gently tilted your head back. "Open your mouth for me, sweetheart"

With your heart again beating out of your chest, you followed his command - opened your mouth wide and fixed your stare on his.

"That's right, doll. Stay like that for me for a second, baby. So beautiful"

All you could do was blink and bring your hands up to the sides of his neck for support - mental support, because with your knees on either side of his lap, there was physically no way for you to alleviate the growing pain between your legs. 

"Push your tongue out for me" he instructed further, and nodded in approval when you did as told. "So good for me, my pretty baby."

The anticipation was killing you, and you nearly moaned out loud when Felix titled your head back even further - so that he was now fully towering above you. 

For a split second, your stare traveled down to his lips and the instant you saw them part, you looked back up into his eyes.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You nodded, eagerly this time, your head bopping against his hand - gesture which made him smile. But he fought against it, repressed the grin, and closed the distance between your bodies before shamelessly spitting directly onto your awaiting tongue. 

Shivers ran through your whole body and you remained there for a second, frozen, until he used his thumb on your chin to slowly close your mouth. "You can swallow for me, baby"

And the second you did, another wave of shame washed over your body, making the pressure between your legs even more intolerable than before. You then licked your lips and shook yourself, your head instantly dropping, your stare fixed between your bodies.

"Hey, hey, don't do that-" Felix cooed, and gently got you to face him again, "Please don't hide from me, angel, ok?"

"Ok" you mumbled and pushed yourself closer to him. Even though you were already basically pressed flush against him, Felix still wrapped his arms around your waist to help you settle closer. 

"How was it? Did you like it?"

"Yes" you cringed. "I did"

"Good, my baby" he pecked your lips ever so softly, "You were so good for me. I liked it too, a lot" 

Despite your interaction with him being the cause of your embarrassment, his mere presence was also the only thing that could ease your mood. So, as a shy giggle left your lips, you hid your face into his shoulder. "Weird…"

"What's on your mind, hm?" Felix questioned, "I can hear the wheels turning"

"Um…" you laughed but failed to give him an answer. He, however, didn't need one. He knew already.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?" you looked up and met his warm glance.

"Yes, baby. You can do it, too. Isn't that what you wanted to ask?"

"Was it that obvious?" you chuckled, resuming your position in front of him. "Am I really that easy to read?"

"Not all the time, just sometimes. What else could've gotten you like this? You were never this shy around me"

"I'm sorry"

"Stop it, don't apologize. I think it's cute, I love seeing you like this. But I want you to be comfortable, ok?"

"Talk me through it?" you shyly asked, pushing your hair back as you got into position. This made Felix throw his head back as his eyes fluttered shut. He was riled up already - this whole situation didn't only affect you, but he kept his calm and remained composed for the sole purpose of offering you safety and confidence, but there was only so much he could take.

His cock was shamelessly stretching the fabric of his sweatpants, pressing directly against your heated core. It was less than ideal for him.

Fighting against himself, Felix grabbed your hips and pushed you up, so that now you were the one towering above him. His head was leaning back against the couch, droopy eyes studying your every feature. 

"Ok, baby, ready?" he patted your ass.

You nodded.

"Come on, then. I'll do whatever you tell me" he tried to encourage you, but the way you blinked let him know very clearly you had no idea what he meant. So he continued, "Tell me to open my mouth. Tell me how you want me. Show me. You can do anything you want with me, love. I'm yours to do as you please"

"Ok, but like-"

"Y/n, it's me. There's no need to be this nervous"

"But what if I'm awkward?"

"Baby-" he took a deep breath, "Half the blood in my body is in my dick right now. You couldn't be awkward if you tried. And even if you could, I probably wouldn't even be able to tell. You know I'm wrapped around your finger, princess"

"Ok, ok" you giggled and got into position. "I can do this"

"Yes" Felix smiled proudly, "Of course you can"

You took a deep breath to gather yourself and then looked at him, "Lixie?"

"Yes, baby"

"Keep your eyes on mine, baby, ok? At all times"

He obediently nodded and licked his lips while squeezing your body closer. Everything inside of you burned as you placed your palms on his cheeks and your thumbs on his chin. He watched you closely, carefully awaiting instructions and showing absolutely no intention of stepping out of your word.

"Can you open your mouth for me, Lix? Just a little bit. A tiny bit"

He faintly nodded and parted his lips - not as much as you wished, but you worked with it, placing your pointer and middle finger on his bottom lip. "Will you suck for me?"

This time he didn't bother to nod. He had been waiting for this and wasn't about to waste any more time. One of the hands that he had until now been resting on your ass circled around your wrist, pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, his plump lips close to your knuckles as he watched you - pupils dilated and his face all red - he wasn't holding back. 

"So good, just like that" you whispered, caressing his bottom lip with your thumb. And for that, he only went harder, hollowed his cheeks and brushed his tongue along the pads of your fingers, sending shivers in waves up and down your spine.

Seeing him like this awoke something inside of you, and the moment he bucked his hips up into you, you knew it was time to stop. Without warning, you retracted your hand which earned you a soft, pained whimper the moment he was left with his mouth open and empty.

"More" he cried.

But you didn't listen. Instead, you brought your fingers to your lips and licked them, closing your eyes to emphasize the pleasure it gave you. "You taste so good, Felix" 

"Angel, please"

"I don't know what you want" you teased, "Tell me"

Your roles might have reversed, but unlike you, he never shied away from letting you know just how needy he was. "I need you to spit in my mouth for me, my love. Please, baby, I need it"

"You need it?"

"Yes" he whined in desperation. "Spit in my mouth like you spit on my cock before you blow me. I need to taste you, baby, please"

"Anything for you" you smiled and wrapped your fingers around the roots of his soft, blonde hair. When you yanked his head back, a moan escaped his lips but it didn't make him falter, he had no shame, he didn't care how pathetic it might look. He just craved you and thrived on the fact that you could so easily tell just how desperate he was. He loved being weak for you. 

With his head held in position, you leaned down to give him a soft, little kiss, and with your lips still pressed against his, you whispered, "Open"

He obeyed your command, while still remembering the first one. No matter how hard he was able to feel his pulse inside his balls, he kept his eyes trained on yours as you did exactly what he asked - spit in his mouth like you spit on his cock. 

"Fuck" he threw his head back as he swallowed, but his bliss was painfully interrupted when you unknowingly lowered yourself back onto his lap. "Shit, baby!" Felix hissed, "careful"

"Oh my god, sorry!" you hurried to move to the side and plop down on the couch, only to see him pull at the cotton of his sweatpants, or underwear, in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure the material was causing him. 

"So I did ok?" you questioned, blinking at him as you awaited his response.

But he could only scoff. "Ok!?" Felix laughed, "Ok!? Baby, you made me suck on your fingers"

"You didn't want to?"

"Angel, you blew my mind. Fuck, I need a shower-" he breathed, getting ready to stand up before you stopped him.

"What? I can do it"

"No, I'm all gross" he wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead, "But you can join me"

"I don't want to join you in the shower, Felix. I want to suck your cock here. Now"

"Jesus Christ, baby, you'll be the death of me"

[charliesgoodboy]

🕷C. GALLAGHER🕷

baby..

could you call me back?

it's so lonely in my mansion..!

─── ˚୨୧⋆ 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 . . . doja cat ｡˚ ⋆

𝐓𝐖: no nut november(even though it's not november), carl is a lil whiney, reader is 'a 20 is 20' boy, jerking off, sexual fantasies, male leaning reader, fem still welcome of course, more needy than submissive carl

carl gallagher who would laugh off doing this dumbass challenge. his arm slug around your shoulders watching as you made the deal with your friends, "how much you gonna pay me then?" "twenty dollar bill?" "i'm down." the smirk on your face as you clapped your friends hand heading to class as the bell rung, a worried look on his face when he caught up with you. there was no way you were really going to do it were you? it was just a funny little bet between friends right?

carl gallagher who would understand you really were serious about this. you allowed him to kiss you but damn, he couldn't even kiss your neck when he wanted—or even put his hand on your thigh? sure, his fingers would inch toward the zipper of your pants but like said he thought you were playing around. " 'cmon, just for a measly twenty?" "obviously, and didn't you do the same thing?" "getting a piece of my dick cut off for some chick i don't fuck with anymore is absolutely not the same." he would be dramatically offended when you'd push him away he'd even let out a desperate and annoyed whine close to your ear.

carl gallagher who would think about you almost all the time even while you were right next to him. your legs crossed or spread open sitting down while his mind wandered and his face looked spaced out. thinking about how the two of you would be alone his face being almost squashed with your thighs, your hands gripping onto his hair the feeling of his scalp stinging felt good to him. he'd listen to the muffled sounds of your voice his hands on your waist pulling you a smidge closer, your back arching in pleasure with the warm feeling of his mouth around your dick gosh damn he had the tounge of a fucking diety. "carl? man, are you even listening to a word i'm sayin'?" "uh-huh.."

˚୨୧⋆tagging: @gaybitchfx @luvst4rz @secretivemessenger

[anton-luvr]

# WHEN YOU REFUSE TO SIT IN FRONT ; 7riize.

𖦹 bf!riize x fem!reader | fluff | prank (?) au 𖦹 note ; in case yall dont know about this prank, its basically just people telling their partners that they're not gonna sit in the front seat and capturing their reactions!! i found it quite funny, so hence the birth of this fic... enjoy! hehe + reqs are open !

# SHOTARO. - he's concerned. why don't you want to sit in front?? do you not trust his driving skills??? do you not want to be his passenger princess anymore???? feels like his whole world crashes down and tries to understand why you're so insistent that you want to sit in the back. the moment he realizes it's just a prank to see his reaction, he's instantly relieved. there's nothing else he loves more in this world than having you as his passenger princess.

# EUNSEOK. - he's confused. he wouldn't get why you didn't want to sit in front, and he'd honestly just let you be. but he knows you love sitting in front and controlling the music while he cruised down highways too much to give it up. talks to you to make sure you're okay, and will just start driving if you continue saying you'll sit in the back. he won't be surprised when you confess that it's just a prank and starts clambering back to the front ten minutes into the drive.

# SUNGCHAN. - he's amused. the moment you dramatically announced you weren't going to sit in the front seat today, he knew something was up. he finds it funny and kinda cute at what goes through your brain in hopes of 'pranking' him, or to get his attention. plays along and convinces you to sit in front, using the excuse that he 'needs someone to accompany him' on the 'long and weary drive' - you were going to a taco bell that was only fifteen minutes away. rolls his eyes jokingly when you tell him it's a prank.

# WONBIN. - he's chill. don't wanna sit in front? okay, whatever. don't get him wrong, it's not that he doesn't care. but wonbin is just genuinely a chill person, so he'll let you do whatever you want to do. even if you wanted to sit on the roof, wonbin would let you do so. he respects your gaslight gatekeep girlboss decisions, even when he doesn't get them. even after you told him it's a prank, he'll reassure you that he doesn't mind, and that you can sit wherever you want at any time.

# SEUNGHAN. - he's worried. it's rare that you don't want to sit in front. so for you to suddenly sit in the back, seunghan will start questioning his entire existence. he'll wrack his mind trying to remember if he did anything wrong or offended you in any way recently. in the end, he resorts to just talking to you about it and asking you to sit in the front seat. he's too used to driving with a hand on your thigh while you sang your heart out to songs that it felt weird to not have you by his side. lets out a huge sigh of relief when you tell him it's just a prank.

# SOHEE. - he's upset. how could you not want to sit in front?? do you not love him anymore???? i think sohee would go two ways in this situation - it's either he feels terrible and guilty and starts crying (even tho he did nothing wrong) or he'll act all emo and silent and let you be. if it was the latter, he'd simply start driving, the entire car in complete silence. he's a bit immature in that way, because he knows he should talk it out, but give the man his five minutes of pettiness. he'll talk it out with you later on and feel a bit of an idiot when you tell him it's all a prank. makes you make it up to him with cuddles and kisses.

# ANTON. - he's stubborn. oh, you don't wanna sit in front beside him? don't worry, anton will sit in the back with you. the car's not going to move because no one's driving it? anton doesn't care. he just wants to be beside you and as close to you as he can at any moment; he's attached to you like a magnet with metal. takes you a while to convince him it's all just a prank, and he finally agrees to drive the car when you move to sit in front.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[jaylienpotter]

Rosekiller smut, requested by @star4daisy

TW: explicit sex, risky sex, blood, knife play, kink, dom sub, choking, dangerous behaviour, toxic relationship, dubious consent, mentions of necrophilia

2k words

Mental

"Hey."

"Oh hi. I thought you went to Hogsmead." Evan had stayed behind, not in the mood to be social.

"I was going to but eh. Dora is going with Lovegood, Cas is with Mckinnon and Reg wants to drink tea." Barty rolled his eyes, not a fan of the calm and quiet. He'd much rather a firewhiskey. "Besides, I don't have the patience to see him staring at Potter."

"Jealous?"

"Nah. I got a great boyfriend. And..." He got close to Rosier, holding his tie. "He's hot as fuck." Ev knew his boyfriend still had some feelings for their best friend.

"Is he?" Barty pulled the green and silver tie, slightly choking the other boy while pulling him for a kiss. They both smirked during the make out, fighting for dominance. At one point it became less kissing and more so sucking and biting, pushing each other against walls, clothes flying around.

"You're mine." Evan would make sure Barty remembered that. Possessive? Yes. But that's just how they were. Toxic. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

Barty squat down and grabbed the other boy by the legs, throwing him over his shoulder and then again on the bed, kneeling on top of his legs to trap him. For some extra dramatic effect, he took the pocket knife he had at all times (don't ask) and pressed it against the Slytherin's throat.

"I win." Ev bit his lip shamelessly, glancing at the blade touching his skin, his pupils dilating. A dark eyebrow raised and the knife was dragged down, the blade always in contact with skin, sending shivers. The heavy breaths turned into a moan when the metal touched a specific spot on his left rib.

Barty pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, wondering. His mischievous stare went from green eyes to a ribcage, where he made pressure, leaving a small cut.

"Mh- fuck!" It hurt. But pain wasn't the reason behind the grip on the bedsheets.

"Kinky bastard."

"Shut the fuck up." Blade back where it was at the beginning. "Careful with the neck!"

"I'm offended, Rosier! As if I didn't know where to cut and not to cut if I want to kill someone."

"That's hot."

"Yeah? Y'know what else is? The dirty sounds that you made just now." After whispering in his ear, Crouch bit it and sat, doing another cut without warning.

"F-fuck!" It was deeper. Not only did Barty press a little harder, Evan arched his back, digging the knife even further.

"Aww, you're bleeding." There was absolutely no remourse or guilt, the tone purely sarcastic. He cleaned the blood with his fingers, pressing the wound a little. His boyfriend's squirms got him hard, repeating the movement.

"Mmh... Barty-" Two bloody fingers were licked and sucked clean. It was wrong of Barty to do it. And wrong of Evan to like it. But fuck it. The blood was licked directly on the cut, unheavenly sounds dancing around them.

"You always did like my tongue."

"Shut the fuck up and keep fucking going."

"Bossy." One cut on his abdomen. Two. Three. The fourth on his inner thigh, his dick peeking out of the boxers. "Someone wants to get out."

"Don't you dare touch my dick with that thing. That goes past all levels of kink."

"Relax. Don't you trust me?"

"Of course not." The one on top wasn't even offended, simply shrugged.

"Fair. Don't worry, I like your cock too much to damage it."

"Good because if you do, I'm cutting off yours."

"Feisty." While kissing, Crouch started cutting the sub's boxers from the inside, the tip of the knife digging into his skin sometimes. When both sides were cut, the underwear fell out, revealing red, bruised thighs and a throbbing cock, already leaking pre-cum. "Aww, such a pathetic little whore."

That was it. The switch in the blonde's brain. Strength wasn't on his side, he was hurting from all the wounds, several of them slightly bleeding. No, he had to go for the surprise effect.

"How about you talk less and kiss more?" It did the work. Barty started a trail of kisses from his inner thigh (where he bit), to his cock, to around his upper half, licking the red liquid as if it was juice. He could be a vampire and Ev wouldn't be surprised. If anything, it made things hotter. When their lips finally met, Rosier turned them around, blade fallen from the strong grip.

"You little fucker." The gleam in those beetle eyes showed amusement. He would seem angry to everyone else, but not to his boyfriend. Those eyes also carried madness but that aspect was clear as glass. "Good job, I can't move. Someone's learning."

"From the best." Their kiss was intense, mostly tongue and bites, the taste of their salivas mixed with the iron from Rosier's blood. "Can I mark you?"

"Mark me?" Intrigued, suspicious. As he should be. "Mark me how, exactly?" The knife was held by a different hand, less harshly, more delicate, equally as deadly.

"With this."

"You want to carve into my skin?"

"Mhm. I want to write something." This was the part where people would fight for freedom, scream, or plead. Of course Crouch did none of those.

"You're mental."

"I'm mental about you."

"Alright. Do it." Green eyes turned dark, not many people got to see this side of him. If you did, you were probably dead afterwards. Evan hadn't finished the first cut before Barty started laughing. Laughing!

"What the fuck are you laughing about?? The fuck Barty?!"

"It tickles!"

"It tickles?! It tickles?! Bloody psychopath, you are. Fucking laughing, I swear to Merlin..."

"You're saying that as if it was a surprise. Come on, babe. I tried to poison my father. Twice. I carry a knife with me. I've done so much shit and only now you realise I'm out of my bloody mind?"

"Shut up. You somehow always surprise me. Now hold still while I write!" He tried, he did. But he couldn't hold in the giggles from the pain and the feeling of blood dripping down his waist or inner thigh. "Stop moving, for fuck's sake! It's cutting deeper than its supposed to because you won't stay fucking still!"

"What's taking you so long anyways? The fuck are you writing?"

"I'd be faster if you stopped being a lunatic!" He took matters to his own hands (quite literally) and choked his boyfriend, hoping he couldn't laugh without breathing. It worked, to some extent. Barty still moved and it was harder to write with one hand. "Done! Bloody hell." After a cough, Crouch slightly lifted his body to see what his boyfriend did.

"Did you fucking carve 'EVAN' on my crotch??" The blonde licked the bloody knife, his boyfriend licking his lips, momentarily forgetting his question.

"Yes. So when you or your dick think of someone else, you'll have this little reminder of who you belong to."

"You're so fucking possessive." He wasn't mad. If anything, he thought it was hot. Ev getting so worked up because of Barty's ex crush on Regulus, the darkness that possessed his eyes when no one else was around, the grip he had on his lover. If Rosier fell, you bet he'd drag him along. And Barty would let him.

"I'm just claiming what's mine."

"And I'm the psychopath?!"

"We're both mental, love. But I hide it better." Hot whispers sent shivers to the boy below, the tattooed neck was invaded with tongue, lips and teeth, used as a canvas to leave dark spots on.

"We got a problem. How are we going to have sex? That shit tickled at first but now it's burning, I don't fancy bumping it against you fast and hard, you know?"

"I'll fuck you, obviously."

"Can't bend my legs, tosser."

"You're fucking thick. Get up." Once on their feet, Evan pushed the other against the wall, grinding from behind. "I can fuck you standing up..."

"What're you waiting for then?"

"You're not stretched enough." Neither of them had monstrous dicks but it was still difficult to penetrate dry.

"Use a spell or spit then!"

"Bossy." He extended his hand in front of his boyfriend's face, who got the message and filled it with saliva. Ev stroked his cock to make it slimy and used the remains of the wet substance to prep the hole he was about to destroy. Two fingers in, curling and scissoring impatiently.

"Mmh- go in, I can take it." Lean fingers were replaced with a shiny cock, struggling to slide in. Both boys adjusted their positions and soon enough, Evan's whole length was buried inside Barty. He didn't wait for a sign, beginning fast harsh thrusts with no warning. "F-fuck!"

"You're mine, Crouch. Got it? Mine. If I catch you with someone else, I'm killing them and then you. And I'll fuck your body afterwards." The boyfriend laughed again, it was annoying yet hot. As if he wasn't taking Rosier's words seriously. But they both knew damn well of what each other were able to do.

"Yes, my rose. Don't worry, your dick is my favourite."

"Is my dick all you care about?"

"Of course." He didn't need to see Barty's face. He knew he was smirking. He wouldn't be after his cock got grabbed, the grip too tight.

"You sure?" The one in front of him groaned and panted, reacting just the way he wanted.

"Your- lips are quite good too."

"If you're going to act like a whore, I'm gonna fucking use you like one." He grabbed a fistful of dark hair, yanking it back. His other hand still around a thick cock. He drilled himself inside the slut's ass, the intensity higher than usual. He moved his hands to choke him and press on the 'EVAN' wound.

"SHIT! Fuck!" The gasps and silent moans brought Ev to his limit, filling up his boyfriend. "Hey! Don't you fucking dare to stop! I haven't finished!"

"Too bad. You don't deserve it." Crouch leaned back, trying to go after the dick pulling out.

"You're fucking selfish! I like all of you, is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Yes. But it's not enough. If you want to cum, earn it." A dark eyebrow raised in response to the smirk.

"If you're expecting me to beg, it's not gonna happen." Rosier wasn't going to back down, stubborn motherfucker. His boyfriend was one too, though. Plus stronger. He pulled blonde hairs and pushed down, pressing on one of the cuts to double the boy down.

"Ah! Fucker!" Having got what he wanted, Ev on his knees, Crouch forced his mouth open with his thumb and slid his cock inside.

"Bite and I'll cut your throat, got it?!" Green eyes looked up at him, showing defeat. He fucked that smart mouth deep and ruthlessly, making a mess out of his drooling boyfriend. Not even giving him a chance to breathe until he came undone. "Swallow." Rosier pulled away and opened his mouth, showing his clean tongue. Tongue he then used to lick along the bloody cuts he inflicted. "I still can't believe you fucking carved your name onto my skin. You're bloody mental." Getting up, brushing their lips together, Evan whispered in a hushed voice, just before pulling Barty in for a deep kiss.

"Right back at you."

[marigoldsandbuttercups]

maybe s/o seems quiet, calm and even shy at times, but it turns out that they used to work as a stripper and they were super famous and made a lot of money. s/o stopped because they were afraid that because of their non-standard work, the skellies would want to leave s/o. For Ut, Us and Uf.

love your blog☺️

Woah That's A Cool Job, Bro

(Why thank ya, friend. I really appreciate that 💖)

Sans: "huh," he starts out, and doesn't really elaborate much on it. You can hear him chuckle as he watches you try to figure out just what he meant by that. And as much as he would like to admire the way your face looks as you think, he knows this is a serious topic. He takes your hand, touch as gentle as the wind itself before pulling you just a little closer to him.

What? Can't a guy have a nice cuddle whilst talking about his relationship?

It's easy for him to disarm you, to have you relax because he really doesn't want you to feel like you're walking on eggshells around him. He looks calm as ever as you explain but you know better, from the way his touches linger on you and how his eyelights never stray from you. When it's his turn to speak, Sans isn't really much for words, but he makes it known that he's always rooting for you. Once he's in love, he's all in, and he will always show that, one way or another.

Papyrus: Not offended in the least bit. If anything, he would have a deep fascination with your job and how you work. He's into it, the flair, the dramatics, the legs! He thinks it's Very Cool™. Papyrus isn't one to really judge people by their personality, especially when he's had experience of people doing the same to him. Sure, he'd be surprised but it's more so good surprise because... He wants to know more about you, after all.

He'd also be surprised when you express your fear to him, understanding that the way humans and monsters view certain things differently is very much at play here. Papyrus also doesn't care how long you've been together, if it's something you wanna do, he's ready to support you and you will never experience any judgement from him. (Your workouts are gonna be super fun btw, he had Plans™)

Blue: After you tell him, he kinda just... Goes quiet for a bit. It worries you, rightfully so as you find it hard to properly discern his expression. But he moves a step closer to you and holds your hands, first assuring you that you never have to be afraid to tell him anything. Blue would want to make it known as soon as possible that he will be by you no matter what, your safe space, your pillow to fall on.

But he also assures you that he trusts you, anything you want to do is for you to choose but he will support it so long as you're safe and happy. That's all that really matters to him in the end since, well, it's one of the reasons he fell for you anyway, the fact that it's you. (Also would probably point out the pretty outfits you have and if you'd model for him-)

Stretch: Definitely do not tell him while he's eating or drinking because he will choke. He would then panic and say he didn't choke because he was angry or anything like that, he was just... Very surprised. And he is! He just gets extremely flustered at the idea of you doing literally anything (boy is whipped I tell ya). It takes him a while to completely articulate his thoughts because he wants to tell you that's so cool but also wants to tell it's okay and that you're so awesome and-

There's a lot going through his mind, and you're sat there in dumbfounded silence as you watch the orange hue begin to cover his entire skull. But! He does eventually gather his thoughts and tells you that.. Hey, he thinks you're an amazing person and he's loved you far too long for anything like that to get in the way. He trusts you, and he hopes you trust him as much.

Red: "that's hot-" and he stops upon seeing your face and chuckles. He holds his hands up in defense before moving a little closer once you're a little more relaxed. He starts small, holding your hand before explaining what the culture is like from where he is. He's not the best with words, but Red does succeed in getting his message across, that being:

It is your life, you have the right to decide what you wanna do and what you don't wanna do. But whatever it is you choose to do, he's got your back, no matter how "out there" it is or whatever. You want it? You got it and Red will absolutely make sure that you can depend on him for supporting you. (still will tell you it's hot af tho)

Edge: You think he's judging you but really that's just his resting face. He's a little surprised by the fact that you're so... Unsure of telling him. He voices this concern, because to him, these kinds of things were rather normal in the underground. Whatever it was, as long as it was a means to survive. He takes this a little too seriously, not that it is a bad thing, but it can be rather daunting when he's staring you down as you're both seated on your couch.

And the whole thing kinda... Makes you laugh a little.

Perhaps from how nervous you are, from how overly invested Edge is, but.. it's.. Touching. He's rightfully confused, and huffs when he finds out why, feeling a little shy.(but you would never catch him admitting that lmao). The dramatics only last for a while before you gather your thoughts and explain and Edge is.. Very gentle about it. It's one of those moments that make you understand just why you fell for him, how he makes sure that you understand that he would never, ever judge you for that. He respects you, and he will respect the choices you make as long as you're okay.

[sharkinthetoilet]

The main 4(south park) spending time with their s/o (gn), and they just rly randomly smack them with a pillow not hard just playfully! How would they react?

the main 4 getting smacked by a pillow

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none!

☆-Stan:

You guys were probably sitting on stans bed, on your phones

not because theres nothing to do, but simply because you enjoy silently being in each others presence

But you grew bored, so you take one of the thousand pillows laying around stans bed and smack him

My man would be dumbfounded and offended

He would sit there, mouth dramatically agape

But before you could react he starts tickling you

He's not a fair player!! Although you attacking him out of nowhere also isn't fair

Soon you guys would be running around the house. Him trying to tickle you and you trying to keep him away from you

The whole house would be a huge mess

At one point you guys would finally stop and when he gets the chance he takes the pillow from you and smack it against the back of you head (of course not hard, just like you did)

With that he would declare himself the winner

Later you two would need to clean up the mess, but it was totally worth it

☆-Cartman:

I literally have no idea how to correctly write cartman, forgive me

Probably you were just chilling at his house, watching him play video games

actually not video games, video game. One singular game, for like 2 hours already

Man you were bored, so you just took a pillow and smacked the controller out of his hand

Remember how I said stan was offended, yeah no cartman would be even way more offended

He will probably not forgive you for the next 2 days

But he does take 2 pillows and sandwich you inbetween

Don't try more

Seriously.

☆-Kyle:

I'd assume you two would have a study date

Not that you don't appreciate kyle repeating the topics with you

But god repeating physics over and over again gets tiring

Probably you'd sprawled out over the bed, answering kyles questions

There you had the smartes idea ever atleast in your over exhausted head

Promptly you smack the nearest pillow over kyles head

He'd probably be confused, but also sympathetic. After all you two had been working for quiet some time

Would initiate a pillow fight, if you agree to go with the rules he sets

Is very careful tho, would use softer pillows and weaker hits to not hurt you

Yeah no, you don't go back to learning that day

That would probably become an insider

Whenever you guys are studying for a long time he will initiate a "pillow fight break"

Most of the time you don't actually have pillow fights, he just likes calling it that

☆-kenny:

You guys were just chilling in his room, watching something on your laptop

Then you just impulsively pull the pillow from under his head and smack it on his face

Please ignore the porn magazines under that, thanks

He definitely would start laughing

then he would snatch that pillow and smack you over and over again

my man doesn't have a second pillow in his room, so no pillow fight

he's also not fair

wouldn't let you get that pillow back

if he's taller than you, he will hold it over your head and tease you about it

extra points if you get embarrassed or whiny

when he's done relentlessly bullying you, he would cuddle you

and he won't let go.

yeah you won't finish whatever you were watching

[kyufessions]

days like this

synopsis: your solo shopping day turns into a day with your boyfriend

pairings: boyfriend! chenle x g.n. reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

a/n: kinda dreamt about this so i had to write about it 🤭 also not proof read at all oopsies

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @jungsusvillain

“How about this shirt?”

You sighed, shaking your head in disagreement. “Anything but a black tee, babe.” you grab the shirt and put it back in it’s rightful place, making sure to fold it up somewhat correctly. “You have little to no color in your wardrobe.”

Your boyrfiend rolls his eyes, looking through the stack of shirts he likes. Unfortunately, no colorful ones stick out to him so he moves onto the rack of clothing beside the table of clothes. “I have some colorful clothes.” he grumbles under his breath, a pout playing on his lips as he speaks.

“Your basketball tees don’t count.” you tease, looking over at him and chuckling at his facial expression. He looks offended, a dramatic hand flying to his chest. Smiling, you start looking through the rack with him. You pick up a yellow graphic tee, one with a design you figured he'd like. “What about this one?”

As you hold it against him, he scrunches his nose as he looks down at himself. “The design is nice, i don’t mind it.” you watch him for a few seconds, examining his face to see if he’s lying. He continues looking down, really seeing if he actually likes it. Feeling your eyes burning into him, he meets your gaze and tilts his head confused. “What?”

You suck in your bottom lip between your teeth, squinting your eyes up at him playfully. “I cant tell if you’re serious or not.”

Chenle grabs the shirt from your hands, tossing it into the cart next to the pile of clothing you’re buying. Originally, today’s trip was just for you to do some shopping for some new clothes as you’re starting to outgrow your old ones. But since chenle had the day off as well, he tagged along and decided you both could do some shopping together. He just didn’t think he’d be confronted about the lack of rainbow in his closet and be dragged into the men’s clothing section of target.

“I like the shirt, baby. I’ll just have to get used to the color.” he watches your eyes sparkle under the retail lighting at his confession, smiling at you and cupping your face in his hands. He ignores your question to the sudden affection, knowing he’s not too fond of PDA. “you’re so cute.” he mumbles before pecking your face with several kisses, his smile never leaving his face.

You just allow whatever is happening, happen. Regardless of the other shoppers who may be looking at you two in the middle of the men’s clothing section being lovey dovey. you take in all of your boyfriend's love, giggling between his kisses. placing your hands on top of his, you wiggle your head in different directions as you pull away from him.

“what was that for?” you question, placing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before letting go of his hands and starting to walk towards another rack of clothing.

chenle admires the blush refusing to leave your face, his happy grin staying permanently on his face. “you’re just so cute.”

looking back at him, you tug the cart closer to both of you as you take him by the hand and towards another rack of shirts. “i love you too.” he may not be good with words sometimes, but you knew exactly what he meant. or at least by now you’d had hoped you did. “come on, shopping isn’t done yet.”

grumbling, his pout returns as his bottom lip pokes out at you. as you show him shirts, he doesn’t do much looking at them. but rather let’s you choose what you think would look best on him- he trusts your judgment and prefers admiring you instead.

“what happened to being a golden retriever and black cat?” chenle asks randomly as you had finished putting more clothes in the cart.

you start walking down the aisle towards the pants, the cart in front of you as he walks beside you the best he could maneuver around the tables and mannequins. “we still are, but what if i want to be the black cat sometimes?” you stop in front of the jeans, looking for ones that fit his style the best until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. looking back, you see him staring down at you lovingly. “what’s up with you today?” you tease, adding a small laugh afterwards to further add that you’re joking.

“i just love days like this with you.” is all he says before placing his head on top of yours, looking at the jeans you had in your hand. “plus, you can never be the black cat.”

you roll your eyes, hitting his arm softly with the jeans in your hand. “i can be if i wanted to.”

he shakes his head with a hum, grabbing the jeans and checking the size. “maybe one day.”

instead of leaving with clothes for just yourself and some items for your apartment, you left with a long receipt with items printed on it totaling up to hundreds of dollars. but you would do it all over again and again if it meant spending another waking moment with chenle.

[dancingundermoonlight101]

Heyyyyyyy

Can you write something family related?

Like they just had their first sparkling and are adjusting to having them around

I'm a sucker for some good ol' MegOp family fluff

Thanks in advance!

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Optimus is running towards Megatron, looking around while he does so. "Megatron!! Have you seen our little one? I can't find them anywhere!" Optimus paces around. Fretting and looking worried.

Megatron, in turn. Has the fakest supriced expression. "Oh? Well, I haven't seen any little one running around here. Have you checked the kitchen?"

"Yes!! I-" Then Optimus hears a giggle. One that suspiciously sounds like it's coming from behind Megatron. Optimus huffs in amusement. Relieved that their little one is safe, and now more than happy to play along with this little game of hide and seek. "Meeegaaatrooon..?"

"Yes, my dearest conjux?~" Megatron stares innocently at Optimus as another giggle is heard from behind the ex-warlord.

"Are you sure you don't know where our little one is?" Optimus asks again. A playful smile on his lips as he raises an optic ridge.

"Oh! Is my spark-bonded accusing me of being a liar? Optimus, I thought you knew me better than this! The nerve!" Megatron pretends to act offended. Huffing as he then turns around with his arms crossed to reveal that their sparkling was holding on to Megatron's back. Still giggling and now squealing at the fact that Optimus can now see them!

"Siiireeee!! You said you wouldn't let my carrier see me!!" The sparkling whined. Kicking their little feet on the back of Megatron's frame.

Megatron chuckled. "I don't remember making such a promise. I only remember a certain someone climbing up my back and wispering at me to hide them?"

Optimus sighed with a grin, shaking his helm, and went over to pick up their sparkling. "Megatron, you seemed to have had a little scraplet stuck to your back."

"Oh really? Thank you, Optimus. For removing it and avoiding a bigger problem. Now, shouldn't you go back to searching for our little one?"

"Huh?" The sparkling looked between their two creators, a bit confused.

"Yes, I think you're right. I wonder where our little one could have gone?" Optimus hummed. Pressing a kiss on Megatron's lips.

"Carrier!! It's me!! I'm here!!" The little one giggled, wiggling and trying to get Optimus's attention.

"Have you tried looking in the bath?" Megatron teasingly commented, knowing that it was a bath that their little sparkling was running away from. He hummed into the kiss and pressed one of his own to Optimus's forehead.

"Sire!! No!!!" The sparkling gasped, trying to wiggle free from Optimus's grip.

"You know what, I just came from there. But it would be a good idea to check again. I'll see you soon." The ex-Prime chuckled. Turning around with their sparkling, who was laughing and shouting a dramatic "noooooooooo!!" As Optimus now pretends to notice that the scraplet he was holding suddenly turned into their sparkling! A lecture ensues as they turn the corner.

Megatron watches his two most cherished walk off. He himself chuckles, walking to their kitchen to get some energon. Knowing he'd need it for when it became his turn to take care of their little one. How did Megatron get so lucky to have Optimus in his life? He will never know. All he knows is that, as he hears the laughs of both his conjux and sparkling, that he is glad things turned out this way.

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[mxssingmemories]

Go Fish, Bitch

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x teen!reader, a little bit of Jared Padalecki x teen!reader as well

Summary: When Jensen gets bored, he tends to cause chaos. Today, he brings Y/N into the chaos, and she loves it. In which a card game commences, and Jensen loses by a long shot.

Warnings: None. Pure, tooth-rotting fluff.

Word Count: 870 ish.

A/N: Hello lovelies! I'm going to try to start writing for the SPN cast, I honestly really love their dynamic. As always, requests are open :) Feel free to send in any asks/requests/random thoughts!

Standing at the door to Y/N's trailer, Jensen knocked twice. Another boring day on the set of Supernatural meant he had nothing to do. He'd already teased Jared and Misha and filmed his scenes, so for once he could say he had nothing to do.

A minute later, you opened the door.

"The hell do you want, Jense? You know I love you and all, but I'm really trying to do my homework." you grumbled, despite the goofy smile on your face. Truth be told, Jensen was one of your favorite people. Seeing as you were 16 and still in school, Jensen and you loved playing pranks on the rest of the cast. If you asked Jensen, you were the only one who had his sense of humor.

"I'm bored out of my mind, kiddo. I've filmed my scenes and Jare and Misha kicked me out, I literally have nothing to do."

"Fine," you sighed, "come on in." Opening the door, Jensen walked in, plopping down on the couch while you shut and locked the door.

"So, how're you doing today?" he asked, turning on the T.V.

"Please don't make me think about my life." you groaned, laying back on the couch. "what do you wanna do, anyways?"

"Well, I kind of brought cards..?" he said sheepishly, and a smile found its way onto your face.

"Fuck yeah! Ever played Go Fish?" you asked excitedly.

"Okay, first of all, language. Second of all, obviously, I'm not that old." he rolled his eyes, taking the pack of cards out of his jean pocket.

"You shuffle and I'll deal?" you asked, grabbing the hoodie in the corner of the room and doing your best to clean off the kitchen table. He nodded, and you set out a bag of chips. You both sat down, you dealing the cards and Jensen grabbing the bag of chips like it was a lifeline.

"Okay, I'll go first since you so rudely took my focus away from my homework. Any fives?" Jensen groaned and handed you his five, already prepared to lose the game.

"Any twos?" you asked with a smug grin on your face. At Jensen's shit-eating grin, you begrudgingly drew a card from the pile.

"Do you, my fair lady, happen to have any nines?" You sighed as you handed him your card. You both had 5 cards left-the game could go either way.

"Okay. Any threes?" You handed him another card, and he laid down the match with a proud expression on his face. "Aces?"

"Nope. Go fish, bitch." Jensen gasped, pretending to be offended. He drew a card.

"How dare thine disrespect me like that!" he exclaimed in a posh accent.

"Well, British guy, do you have any Kings?" Jensen threw his King across the table.

"Queens?" He once again threw a card at you. You decided to test your luck.

"Any twos?" He muttered some version of a curse word as he threw the card at your face. You had two cards left, and he knew he was screwed.

"Any fours?" He shook his head, and you drew a card with a sad expression on your face.

"Do you have any Aces?" he asked, hopeful. "Nice try, Jens. Nope! Go fishin'."

"Do you have any sevens?" you asked, and he once again handed you his card. "I'm really good at this," you mumbled, once again left with only two cards.

"Do you have any jacks, Jay?" you asked, your grin only getting wider when he handed you his card.

"Do you...Jensen Ackles... have an eight?" "Fuuuuck!" he exclaimed, hurling his card at you.

"I WIN!" you yelled, getting up and doing a victory dance that could only be described as terrifying.

"Y/N, you probably just alerted the whole crew of your little victory," Jensen sighed, throwing his head in his hands dramatically.

"Well excuse me if I'm a little excited about my win. I've been having a rough day, you can't rain on my fishy parade."

Jensen accepted the loss, and gathered the cards, putting them back in the box. He smiled as you practically dragged him to the couch, throwing yourself on top of him to get in your self-proclaimed "spot".

"Watch yourself, squirrel, or I'll throw you right off the couch!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatcha wanna watch?" you questioned, grabbing the remote off the floor where it fell during your scuffle.

"Brooklyn Nine-Nine?" he asked hopefully, and did a happy dance as well as he could from his position. You put on his favorite episode, the one where Jake tries to join a bike group to find out evidence.

You both end up falling asleep curled up on the couch, and when Jared comes to get you because you missed a scene, he audibly 'awws' when he sees the scene. Quickly taking a photo and posting it on his Instagram to make the father-daughter fans happy, he wakes you two up gently.

"Y/N, honey, you missed your cue. The directors are calling for you, c'mon."

At his call, you rush out of the trailer, homework long forgotten.

Jensen may or may not finish it for you, but if asked, he will definitely deny it. It's a dad's duty, right?

[chronicowboy]

one Buck richer | 3.8k

Eddie doesn't remember how they ended up here.

He's not a dramatic person, but he's sure that he must have done something truly horrific in a past life to deserve this.

All he remembers of this life, is the overwhelming, all-consuming terror that had curled like a vice around his heart when Buck had offhandedly mentioned going to Italy for a week or two.

Now, they're... Here, and Eddie cannot work out why, for the life of him, he ever thought this would be a good idea because it is quite possibly the worst, most terrible, poorly-informed, life-changingly destructive idea he's ever had.

Who knows? Maybe he'd never even fooled himself into thinking it was anything approaching a good idea.

Maybe this was just another knee-jerk reaction in the face of his own fear.

It wouldn't exactly be out of character for him, as much as he'd like to think that he's grown out of those bad habits completely.

So, there might be a pattern emerging.

Eddie gets shot, doubles down with the woman he was just going through the motions with to ignore everything that came with a bullet to the shoulder, crashes and burns a couple of months later.

Buck dies, comes back to life, talks about Abby-ing his way to Italy, Eddie suggests going to a fancy casino with the man he's pretty sure he's head over heels in love with, crashes and burns the moment he sees him in a deep red suit.

He really, really didn't think this one through.

And he's seriously considering locking himself in Buck's bathroom to call Frank. In fact the only thing stopping him is the knowledge that its after business hours which means Frank can be unprofessional and laugh at Eddie's sad little life—he'd discovered that the hard way.

Fuck it, might as well call 911 because there's no way he's surviving tonight if Buck is just going to walk around a casino with a level of confidence that decidedly does not match up to his skill level which will undoubtedly lead to pouting and the deep red of his blazer really brings out the blue of his eyes and makes his soft pink birthmark stand out against his pale skin and—

Oh, yeah. This is definitely the worst idea he's ever had in his whole, fucked up life.

Maybe he needs to revisit the whole self-preservation—or lack of—conversation with Frank because, right now, Eddie feels like he's staring down at his hand on a big red button labelled 'SELF-DESTRUCT' with horrified eyes.

"Eddie?" Buck waves a big, gentle hand in his face, and Eddie uses every ounce of carefully practiced self-control to pull himself out of his head before he starts thinking about Buck's hands—but seriously, how can hands be attractive?

"Yeah, yep, yes. Hi, hello." Eddie cringes at himself, hopes the heat crawling from his cheeks all the way up to the tips of his ears is just a phantom sensation.

"Okay, weirdo," Buck chuckles. Fuck, even his fucking laugh is attractive. Its times like these when Eddie's certain God is real and he truly does hate gay people because this cannot just be Eddie's lot in life. Maybe he just personally offended the big man upstairs at some point and his punishment is being deeply, irrevocably in love with his best friend.

"Says you," Eddie retorts weakly. "Who says yes to a night of poker when he can't even beat his sister playing with M&Ms for currency?"

"Somebody who performs better under pressure," Buck chides, collecting his wallet and keys from the side table. "There are no stakes to M&M poker, that's why I lose."

"Sure, that's why." Eddie nods, silently congratulating himself for falling back into their easy banter instead of focusing on the fact that Buck's shirt is so tight that, if it weren't for his sinful blazer, his nipples would probably be visible through the fabric. And back to square one. "Hey, remind me, which would win: a full house or four of a kind?"

Buck blinks, his face scrunching up into an expression Eddie recognises from Christopher doing math homework at the kitchen table. Oh, dear God. He's definitely not making it out of the casino alive.

(continue reading on ao3)

[littlegodzilla]

Hiii!

I come with a new story, it is still in prototype and development phase, but I have some chapters already finished and I would like to share them with you. It's the first time I write something like this, I warn that it may be a little hard, maybe not the first chapters, but well, you will read it.

I hope you like it!

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Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife / Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Part 1.

Warnings: Fluff. Childhood. Mention of drugs. Mention of abuses.

Words: 2500.

Summary: Daryl met her at school and was really awkward.

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Part 1. Meet her.

Daryl met her at school, the first day his mother took him to school for the first time. School was already starting, but the Dixon family hadn't been able to take their little boy before due to an inability to pay the tuition. His mother left him there with an old and somewhat gnawed backpack from his brother, Merle, he was only eight years old, but he already knew he wasn't going to fit in no matter how hard he tried, people would always see him as a freak.

All the kids had their eyes on him, the teacher asked him to find a seat to start the class, he would have liked to tell her that he would rather stand there, or even leave, but he knew that wouldn't make his mother happy and his father.... 

He'd rather not think about it.

He searched with his eyes until he found an empty table, dragging his existence as if it weighed a ton, Daryl sat down at that desk leaving his backpack on top, he had no books or notebooks, so he couldn't do much else. Suddenly he felt a touch on his arm that made him look to the side.

"That's my seat." The soft, somewhat shrill voice of a girl, made him grimace.

She wore her hair in two pigtails, had her hands resting on her hips in an angry gesture, but her eyes looked at him calmly, there was no fear, no reproach. Daryl shrugged, playing with the strap of his backpack between his fingers.

"It ain't has a name..."

Their first meeting may not have been the most romantic, nor would it be written like the love movies they put in the movies. But it was their first meeting and Daryl would always remember it with infinite fondness.

She opened her mouth in a dramatic and offended way, but she stood still, taking a pen she wrote in trembling handwriting her name on the table. Daryl read it several times before it burned itself into his mind.

"Now it has." She said with an air of superiority, a smile of pride innate in a child.

But Daryl wasn't going to give up so easily, snatching the pencil from her, he wrote his name as well, just below hers.

"It's mine too."

"Okay." She shook her shoulders, not willing to give up. "Then we'll sit together."

"What? No." He quickly refused, but she already had a chair in her hands and sat down next to him, pushing the boy's backpack away. "Hey!"

"Besides you don't have any books, do you? You need me." 

You need me.

Daryl was never able to say for sure how true those words were throughout his life.

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Throughout the week, Daryl made more friends than he thought he would, it wasn't just his own doing, the kids were curious about him, when he told of going out in the woods with his brother hunting, there was a lot of murmuring, when he said he knew how to track and read the tracks of prey, there were gasps of surprise, but when he told of knowing how to use a crossbow, everyone let out an exclamation of excitement. At first Daryl felt uneasy and uncomfortable, too many people around him, he was used to himself and solitude, sometimes Merle, but not many other people, so many like him pulling and pushing his body, made him feel nervous, but as the days went by he felt good, he had no relationship with those kids outside the school, he knew they were from different worlds, but he liked what had formed inside those walls, another reality that helped him forget what he had inside the house.

Little by little he dared to be more outgoing, to let those kids get closer to him, to play with them, to form a group. 

But that wasn't all. She was always around him. And that made him nervous.

He'd never had a girl around him for so long. His mother maybe, but he'd never seen her as a girl because well... she was his mother. That she was always there, that she always wanted to play with them, to be near him, was something that had him confused. He wanted to ask Merle, he was older so he had more experience in those things, but finding Merle sometimes was harder than seeing the Chupacabra in the woods, so he gave up on his attempts at sibling advice.

One day, while everyone was waiting for the teacher to return to the classroom, a girl approached Daryl. He knew her, she was a classmate, they didn't talk much, she had her own group of friends, her parents had told her things about his family and wouldn't let her get close to him, she was never nice to him, not nasty either, she just had that confused and scared look, like other people who knew the Dixon family. But that day curiosity got the better of her, it seemed.

"Hello, Daryl." She greeted him with a shy smile.

"Hi..."

"Hey... We're going to play Dodgeball in the backyard later... W-want to play with us?" He offered and Daryl was surprised.

"With ya?"

"Hey!" She appeared out of nowhere, almost startling them both. "Leave my boyfriend alone." She said to the other girl, Daryl lost all ability to speak at that moment.

"Your boyfriend? He's not your boyfriend!" the other girl replied.

"Sure he is!" Before poor Dixon could say anything himself, she held his face with a marker in her hand and wrote her name on his forehead. "See? It's got my name on it!"

Maybe their first meeting wasn't romantic, or like in the TV love movies, but Daryl wished that day, that jagged, shaky handwriting, would never be erased from his skin.

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"Dixon, you're late!" her voice made him raise his head as he walked towards the old abandoned building.

She had grown up, they both had, in fact, they were no longer the eight year olds they met, now fifteen years old, things had changed. A little. Daryl had grown into a rather attractive young man, blond hair, intense blue eyes, he was still incapable of interacting with too many people, but with her everything felt different. She had changed too, traded in her pigtails for a long, beautiful mane, took on slightly rounder, fuller features, but Daryl didn't mind at all, not to mention when her body began to develop. The first time, after the summer months of not seeing each other, when Daryl stared at her boobs like an idiot.

"I'm warning you, Dixon, if you keep looking at me like that I'll kick you in the balls." She said with such sincerity that Daryl felt a shiver run down his spine.

"I-I'm sorry..." Was the only thing he was able to say.

After that day, he himself had to curb some comment about his friend's body, but she alone knew how to defend herself with no problem, it was the first thing he knew about her as soon as he met her.

As they grew older, the curiosity of a young man, of a teenager, took over. Merle had tried to explain things to him about sex, of course, for Daryl that wasn't the part he most needed to hear, it was unpleasant and uncomfortable to listen to all his stories of quick sex in the bathrooms of a pub, to watch those over acted pornographic movies. He had other doubts, because she was his best friend and the last thing he wanted was to lose that over a misstep.

"Merle has noticed that I've discovered his stash." He explained coming up to her, showing her a couple of joints he brought with him. "I gotta be careful or he'll beat the shit out of me."

"Tell me and I'll punch him." She said taking one of the joints, watching as Daryl smiled at her bravery.

She was never a fan of Merle, neither was she or anyone else, maybe just Daryl, all things considered, he had saved his ass on more than one occasion, he had taken care of him when their mother died, but far from that he understood the revulsion people could have towards his brother, he never did anything to try and get people to have any real affection for him. But she always fought with him, verbally, Daryl would never let him lay a hand on her, even though he knew he wouldn't hit her, or so he always wanted to believe.

"Who is she?" He asked her when he saw she wasn't alone.

"She's my little sister." He explained and introduced you. "This is Daryl." She told you and you nodded your head, looking at him sideways. "My parents are gone for a few days and I have to take care of her." She excused herself, you scowled at her, annoyed.

"It's okay... Does she smoke?" He asked making her laugh.

"She's only thirteen, Daryl, of course not."

"Well, I remember ya at that age..."

"Shut up!" she obliged, pointing her finger at him, making him laugh. You watched the situation curiously, in the background, as you walked into the old building again and sat down to share the joint Daryl had brought with him. 

You had heard about him countless times, your sister was crazy about him, but she was good at hiding it, or he was too much of an idiot to notice, at that moment, seeing them together, it seemed to you that they were quite alike, that they made a good couple, their jokes, their conversations without a particular topic, how your sister laughed and picked on him, teasing him, but not seriously. Your parents didn't like Dixon too much, they thought he was a bad influence on your sister, but you didn't think he was, neither he for her, nor she for him. They were just two young people doing young people things, smoking, trying alcohol, some vandalism outside of parental orders, but she never stopped studying and being a good girl otherwise, so you thought your parents were exaggerating a bit. 

"Are you going to become addicted to that?" You asked her once, when you found a joint in her backpack.

"Of course not, we just smoke sometimes; you know, the stress of high school... Dad and Mom when they argue... love." She shrugged and you frowned.

"Love? Is that bad?"

"Yes when you're in love with an idiot." She sighed her confession.

After remembering that and watching the scenes in front of you, you rolled your eyes and let them be alone, you weren't going to put up with her flirting having a ruined building to explore. It was much more exciting.

"Dun think she liked me." Daryl commented as he watched you walk away.

"Don't mind her, she has a hard time talking sometimes...she reminds me of someone." She joked and Daryl grimaced.

"Very funny." His fingers ran down her sides making her giggle and roll around in his arms spreading her laughter to the blond.

Snuggled up against each other, her between Daryl's legs, her back resting against his chest and him against the wall, they shared the joint making thick rings of smoke, silence had made its way between them, but it wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary, it felt good to be like this, calm, having nothing to say.

"Was it really because of Merle?" her voice brought him back to reality for a moment. "That you were late... Was it because of Merle?"

Daryl gulped, feeling her fingers caress his knee as she took another puff on the cigarette. There weren't many things he could hide from her and this was one of them, she knew perfectly well when he was lying, when something bad had happened in his house. She knew a year after they were friends at school, when Daryl showed up with bruises, he said he had fallen, but the truth was very different, he never let her know about his family until they were a little older and she showed up at his house herself. He went into a rage, fear gripping him, he didn't want his father to be able to see her there and tell her, do something to her, because of him. When he was finally able to come clean with her, she found that place, like a little refuge for the two of them, where to escape to when things got really bad, where she could find him and take care of him without asking too many questions.

Daryl always felt safe within those walls, with her always looking out for him.

"My dad was home." He admitted. "He'd been drinking, again, he kept calling me, and Merle, I couldn't move from the room...until he's been knocked unconscious..." He sighed. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, you idiot." She said giving him a swat on the leg.

She turned to be kneeling between his legs. The two of them looked at each other intensely, saying nothing again, just their eyes locked on each other. Daryl felt his heart pounding, he could even sense that she was breathing somewhat labored as well, nervous, anxious, he couldn't tell for sure. His whole body tensed as she leaned forward, for a second he thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest and then he relaxed, when her arms wrapped around his body and rested her head on his chest. Daryl let out a restrained sigh and wrapped his arms around her hugging her too.

"I'm fine." He assured her.

"I know." She whispered pulling away from him, looking up at him, and stroked his cheeks. "I'm going to pee." She warned him and he snorted in amusement.

"How romantic." He joked watching her get up and walk away.

Daryl was grateful for those moments of calm, he needed his mind to relax, his heart to keep beating normally, that second when he's thought you two were going to kiss, it made him so nervous he thought rather than kissing you he was going to end up throwing up.

"And my sister?" your voice reached his ears, looking in your direction, he pulled himself together clearing his throat.

"She's gone to the bathroom." He looked at you and bit his lip several times. "Are ya okay, do ya need anythin'?"

"No...just...I thought you guys would be making out or something..." You commented looking down at your feet.

"Making out?" The word was hard to get out of his mouth as he felt his cheeks redden.

"Well... you're her boyfriend, aren't you?"

"H-Her... no, no, we're just friends." He shook his head quickly and you picked your arms.

"Ah, I thought you two were a couple...she told me she was in love with a jerk." You looked at him with intensity at the same time Daryl's eyes went wide. "Maybe he's not the only idiot." You shrugged leaving him alone there again.

His heart pounding a mile a minute again.

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To be Continued

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[stwritings]

September 1993

He doesn't know if it's the repetitiveness of the song or the crowd instantly erupting into a choreographed dance that he's never been able to master, but Eddie D E S P I S E S the Macarena. You were first made aware of his aversion to the song when it came on the radio as you two were riding around in your beat up 89 Toyota. He was quick to change the station, attempting to find anything else to listen to.

"Hey!" you protested, slightly offended by the music suddenly being replaced by radio static.

"Nope, sorry, can't do it." he replied, struggling to find a different station.

Upon questioning him further, he expressed his grand dislike of the song, ranting on about how overrated it was.

It wasn't. At least, not to you and the thousands of people buying copies of the newly released track. Nevertheless, you listened attentively, always getting a kick out of how passionate he was about virtually everything he spoke of; good or bad. As much as you loved hearing him speak about topics he was fond of, there was something so unintentionally hilarious about him going off on tangents about things he hated. The mere mention of said things would get him riled up, no matter how little or insignificant they were. This song, for instance, was one of them. It aggravated him to his core, and over the next few months, became inescapable.

As the song's popularity reached new heights, it seemed like he couldn't go a day without hearing it against his will. It would play in nearly every store on popular radio stations. It could be heard at his job where his boss was in charge of picking the music. He would even hear it at the most unexpected places like the dentist office or his barber; an older man who usually enjoyed listening to Jazz music.

It was everywhere and it was driving Eddie crazy.

While the song was the bane of his existence, you actually got quite the kick out of seeing his visceral reaction, without fail, every time he'd hear it. So much so that you'd gone out of your way to purchase a copy of the record just to mess with him. Eddie was quite the prankster himself and it wasn't uncommon for him to play tricks on you, so this small annoyance was justified. Besides, you enjoyed the song so buying the CD wasn't an entirely useless purchase.

For a while you would play the CD at odd times, giggling as you'd wait to see how long it would take to summon him to your shared living room. Once he had stormed in, he'd be starring at you with narrowed eyes before darting to the stereo to shut it off. As much as he hated the song, he loved your laugh more. He put up with your antics, often times exaggerating his reactions and upping the dramatics to make your day.

Over time, the gag became old, and you did feel a little sorry for him, so you retired the CD to give him some peace of mind while he was home.

June 1994

The following year was the summer of weddings, many of your friends choosing to tie the knot within the same month. This gave you the perfect opportunity to fuck with Eddie one last time with this infamous song. Without fail at some point in the night, usually after a few drinks, you would sneak away to the DJ booth to request it, even if the song had been played already. You'd make sure to point out Eddie to the dj to ensure that the song would be played while he was in the room. You would even have the DJ dedicate the song to Eddie to be an even bigger menace.

Soon enough, the entire friend group caught on to the gag and would often form into a circle around Eddie performing the silly little dance until he would ultimately run away to the bathroom or bar. Much to his dismay, that sometimes wouldn't stop his friends from chasing after him to further terrorize the poor boy.

Eddie thought he was in the clear one night when the song hadn't been played, assuming you had forgotten or were too drunk to remember. However, it inevitably played. Only this time it wasn't your doing, and you were no where in sight. You had planned to play it as one of the last songs to try to trick him, but the DJ had beat you to it as the night was coming to a close. You began to panic as you were missing the song, being stuck in line in the bathroom. With only a minute to spare, you managed to sprint to the dancefloor, putting your need to use the washroom on the back burner. You made it just in time for the last chorus, dancing closer to your table in order to make eye contact with Eddie as you expertly performed the last few moves to the dance.

Shaking his head while chuckling, Eddie made some sort of comment about how much of a little devil you were and shook his hips slightly to the final beat of the song. At least he got that move right.

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[storyofmychoices]

A Sweet Surprise

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist] 

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: ~1,000

Rating: general (all the sweet fluff)

Prompt: @choicesjuly2023challenge trophy spouse (kind of?); @choicesflashfics "I hope you know by now how much you mean to me"

Synopsis: Bryce helps Olivia surprise her pediatric patients with a cool, sweet treat.

"Alright, everyone, I have a special surprise for you today!" Olivia announced, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She led a group of curious children into the therapy room. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gestured toward the art tables covered with colorful plastic table clothes that bulged, signaling something was hidden beneath.

The children's eyes widened with anticipation as they gathered around the table, unsure of what to expect. As Olivia dramatically pulled away the sheet, revealing the summer treat, a mix of confusion and curiosity spread across their faces.

One of the kids scrunched up his nose in disgust, pointing at the vibrant display, "What is it?"

Another child asked hesitantly, "Is it some kind of fruit salad?"

Olivia couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions. "Nope, it's not a fruit salad," she replied, her smile growing wider. "It's something even more special – Watermelon Pizza!"

Her announcement was met with a chorus of "wows", "huhs", and "what's thats?"

"Eww, it sounds weird!" Matteo was still skeptical and unsure of the treat.

Olivia chuckled warmly, kneeling down to his level. "I know it might sound strange, but I promise it's delicious and fun!"

Amaya, a young patient sitting beside him, had her reservations too. "Is it like a regular pizza with fruit on top?"

"Well, not quite! Instead of dough and cheese, we use watermelon as the base, and the toppings are all your favorite fruits – strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, peaches, pineapple, and kiwi!"

The kids exchanged curious glances. "I do like blueberries," Matteo decided. 

"I do, too!" Amaya cheered. "And peaches... mmm!"

"Well, that's the cool thing about watermelon pizza—" Olivia's voice was quiet as if she were sharing a special secret with just the two of them. "—you can customize it with any fruit toppings you like!" 

Marissa, a brave nine-year-old picked up a watermelon slice with pineapple, kiwi, and strawberries. Hesitantly, she took her first bite. Her eyes widened in surprise, a bright smile spreading across her face. "Mmm, it's so juicy!"

The other kids followed her lead. Their initial uncertainty turned into excitement as they tried the different types of watermelon pizza combinations that Olivia had prepared. Some couldn't get enough, taking seconds and thirds, while others savored their first slice.

Olivia watched with joy as the therapy room echoed with laughter and chatter. "Trying new things can lead to wonderful surprises!" 

"Thank you, Dr. Olivia! You're the coolest!" Emma smiled, holding another slice of watermelon pizza. "See what I did there? Coolest like the watermelon because it's cool."

"That was very clever, Emma." A soft laugh slipped from her lips. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, but I can't take all the credit." She gestured down to the other end of the table, where Bryce prepared some custom watermelon pizza orders. "Dr. Bryce helped too! We finally found a meal that even Dr. Bryce could make," she teased, saying the next part a little louder, knowing he'd overhear. 

Bryce pretended to look offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "I'm a decent cook!"

"I'm not sure we're at decent yet, but we're working toward it." Olivia laughed, giving him a gentle nudge as she moved beside him. She shook her head playfully at his continued feigns of disappointment. Her voice quieted, "You're amazing at many other things." 

Bryce raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Any particular things coming to mind?" He teased, his fingers caressing hers between them. 

Her face warmed under his darkening gaze. She took a breath composing herself as she looked at the delighted faces before her. "Cutting things," she decided. "Your surgical precision was exactly what we needed to cut all the toppings for our pizzas today." 

After a moment of consideration, he tucked a lock of her red hair behind her ear. "I'll take it." His voice lowered, "Perhaps later though, I can hear more about the other things I'm supposedly amazing at." 

As she finished her second slice, Amaya hurried over to Dr. Bryce for a third slice. "This time can I have pineapple and blueberries and maybe a strawberry on the side."

"You got it!" He happily took her plate, making her slice just as requested.

"Are you gonna marry Dr. Olivia?" Amaya asked as she waited. 

Bryce chuckled. "Yes, I am!"

"Will you be Mrs. Dr. Bryce then?" She questioned, eyes wide. Before Olivia could reply, the young girl continued. "I think you should be Mr. Dr. Olivia instead," she nodded in agreement with herself as she gave Bryce her attention again. "Dr. Olivia is the best, so if you want to be the best, you should be Mr. Dr. Olivia instead." 

His smile widened as he gazed in awe at his fiancée. "I think you're right. Dr. Olivia is pretty special. I'd be honored to be Mr. Dr. Olivia."

"Good!" Without another word, Amaya took her pizza and went back to her seat. 

"You're sweet for going along with her," Olivia mused as she helped organize the remaining toppings. "Thanks for helping today." 

"I meant what I said, Liv." He took her hand, his thumb brushing beneath her engagement ring. "You're incredible, and it would be an honor to be your Mr. Dr. Olivia."

"Is that so?" She asked curiously as she laced her fingers with his.

“I hope you know by now how much you mean to me,” Bryce confessed, his eyes never leaving hers. "It'd be my greatest privilege."

"Well then," she began, not even trying to temper the growing smile painting her features. "I'd be honored to have you as my, Mr. Dr. Olivia."

"I love the sound of that." Bryce leaned forward, closing the gap between them, brushing a tender kiss on her cheek. 

He wrapped his arm around her, in awe that someone as amazing as her was his. The pair treasured the moment as they watched the joy on the children's faces as they laughed and chatted, enjoying their sweet surprise. 

This gave me she's Barbie, he's just Ken vibes. Even though our beautiful Bryce is so very much more, but to those sweet kids, Olivia is everything ❤️

Thank you so much for reading. I hoped you enjoyed this little fluffy piece. It kind of originated from this ask.

[khaleesa]

Writing prompts: 11!

I haven't written a word since I finished Guidance Counseling, but this prompt ("just once") finally inspired me! Thank you for submitting it! And thanks to @bratanimus for giving it a once-over. <3

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Tomorrowland

The rocketship slide, layered with decades of chipped paint and rust, would've been a better vantage point to watch the Creel house for the signal, but Chrissy couldn't bring herself to approach it. Eddie, on the other hand, thundered up the metal slide like an overgrown boy showing off on the playground--which was probably exactly what he was doing. Goofball. She had no such urge and was drawn instead to the ramshackle picnic table tucked beneath the sheltering canopy of the old sugar maples, near a light post that she hoped to God still worked. It would be dark soon. 

In spite of the very serious--not to mention scary--circumstances that brought them here, she felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips as she watched Eddie flail and narrowly avoid falling off the top of the slide when he attempted to crouch beneath the child-sized opening of the rocket. The hatch? It was so weird how they barely knew each other--had never talked before last Friday--but somehow he could make her feel comfortable even in truly uncomfortable situations. 

He bumped his forehead on a metal bar, swore, and rubbed it dramatically as he turned to face her. 

"Laughing at my misery, Cunningham?" he called down to her. "I knew it--you're a sadist!"

"I am not!" Chrissy retorted, groaning inwardly at how lame that sounded. 

They should probably be more quiet; the team inside had planned on absolute silence until the time came to draw out Vecna. Could he hear beyond the dilapidated walls of the old house? 

A shudder rippled down Chrissy's spine. She didn't want to think about Vecna yet. It was hard not to, though, with the darkened windows of the run-down house staring like hollow eyes in skeleton faces. She was glad she wasn't looking at them dead-on. She didn't like how they seemed to be fixed on Eddie. 

Scary as it was, the Creel house also made her feel heavy with sadness. Once upon a time, it had been pretty. Ladies wearing dresses with puffed sleeves and trailing skirts and hair pinned up in elegant styles had sipped tea in the front parlor, while children in lacy pinafores and knickerbockers played in the garden. Later, in the fifties probably, someone had built the space-age playground. It would've looked a little like Disneyland, with pastel Victorian Main Street, USA perched just around the corner from Tomorrowland. There was nothing magical about this, however--except for back magic. The Unhappiest Place on Earth. 

"You okay?"

Chrissy's gaze darted from the house back to the slide, where Eddie stood at the top of the stairs, frozen with that same look of concern that had taken her so much by surprise that day in the forest. You okay? he'd asked then, too. Other people had asked that since she’d started having her episodes--Jason, her friends on the cheer squad--but Eddie was the first one who'd actually seemed to give a damn, to make her feel like maybe she could explain, and maybe he'd get it.

If he hadn't exactly gotten it then, he definitely did now. Chrissy felt just terrible that she'd dragged him into this horror movie that her life had become. Even if he did work awfully hard to make people think he was mean and scary. 

He didn't look scary now, though. He just looked…scared. Like he thought her eyes might glaze and she'd start levitating again, and this time…No. More things she didn't want to think about right now. 

Maybe she could do what Eddie was so good at. Make him feel comfortable. 

She sat up straight--no easy feat on the bowed and off-balance picnic table bench--shoulders back, chin raised, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm a little offended that you think I'm a sadist." 

Eddie barked out a laugh and bounded down the slide steps, skipping a few, and over to the opposite side of the picnic table. He slapped his palms on the surface and leaned forward, eyes dark and gazing down at her. Chrissy had read about men flashing lascivious grins before; now, she finally had a real-life picture of what that meant.

"I didn't say sadism was a bad thing." Eddie's grin somehow grew even wider as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Did he hear how sharply Chrissy drew in her breath? Could he see the flush that prickled like a sunburn across her cheeks and ears? Thank goodness for the long shadows cast by the sunset, and that the light post over the table still hadn't turned on. She wracked her brain for a clever response, but Eddie leering down at her was too distracting, and she was totally out of her league when it came to knowledge from dirty magazines and movies. Anyway, Eddie seemed thrilled to have rendered her speechless. Somehow, this didn't make her feel dumb, like Jason did when he knew things she didn't. Eddie just got a kick out of scandalizing her, or corrupting her innocence, or something. 

And over the last couple of days, Chrissy was learning she got a kick out of being scandalized, or corrupted, or something by Eddie.

The light mood didn't last long. Eddie's grin faded as he trudged around the picnic table to straddle the bench next to her. For a moment, they contemplated the Creel house in silence. Eerie silence; no doves cooed in the tree limbs above, no crickets chirped in the unmowed playground grass. Chrissy was about to comment on how weird this was, when Eddie spoke, a cigarette clenched between his teeth. 

"Me and the band…" He trailed away as the lighter snicked and the end of the cigarette flared.

Although Chrissy wasn't a fan of stale, old cigarette smell, she liked fresh smoke. Now, it brought the reassurance that she wasn't the only living thing here, that Eddie was warm and alive beside her. She felt herself shifting a little closer to him, her knee bumping one of his.

Pocketing the lighter, Eddie took a drag, then removed the cigarette to exhale, smoke wreathing him as he went on. "We always talked about having this dump as an album cover. Or shooting a music video here. It's creepy as shit."

Chrissy nodded her agreement. "I feel kind of silly for ever thinking the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland is spooky." 

Eddie blew out another puff of smoke. "You've been to Disneyland?" 

"Just once. Have you?"

"Nope." He popped the p definitively; it almost seemed to echo in the quiet of the playground.

"It's probably not your kind of place." 

Eddie sat back, a deep frown tugging at his features, buckling his forehead. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" 

Chrissy flushed as she realized how that sounded. Not like she'd meant it at all. "Just that it's cheesy fantasy stuff. For kids." 

Eddie's shoulders relaxed, and a grin slanted across his face. "Cunningham. What do you think Dungeons and Dragons is? Honestly, Disneyland sounds right up my alley." 

That wasn't exactly in line with how he and Dustin had explained Dungeons and Dragons to her, but Chrissy was just relieved he wasn't offended anymore. "But you wouldn't think the Haunted Mansion is even a little bit scary," she said. "Not compared to all those movies you like." 

Eddie seemed to consider this as he smoked, turning his head toward the Creel House. "After this week, I think maybe I've had enough horror shit." 

Chrissy's heart gave a squeeze in her chest, but before her guilt could take hold, Eddie's fingers closed around her knee, and she found herself looking into his dark, glittering eyes again. 

"Tell you what," he said. "If I graduate? We're going to Disneyland." 

An image sprang into Chrissy's mind of the two of them strolling toward Sleeping Beauty Castle, Eddie in denim and leather and chains and Mickey Mouse ears. But that wasn't what made Chrissy let out a shriek of delighted laughter, then clap her hand over her mouth lest Vecna hear them or Eddie somehow read her mind and think she was making fun of him. Or it wasn't only that. If I graduate, he'd said, not, If we make it out of this alive. Graduation came after. They would have an after. 

"Not if you graduate, Eddie," she said. "When." 

Eddie smiled--not the maniacal, teeth-baring grin, but biting his lip, ducking his head, hair falling in his face. He leaned in, close enough that Chrissy could smell the cigarette on his breath. She wanted to taste it on his lips. 

"And, uh, if the Haunted Mansion gets too spooky for you…you can…" His tongue darted out to lick his lips. "...hold my hand." 

His gaze dropped, and Chrissy saw his hand had moved from her knee, close to hers on the bench. His pinky touched the side of her hand. She flicked hers out to touch it. 

In the dormer window of the Creel house, a light flashed on, and they both sat up. The signal.

"But I'm the one who'll probably be shitting my pants," Eddie rasped.

Gripped with a sudden courage and decisiveness, Chrissy stood up. "Then you can hold my hand," she said, and twined their fingers together. 

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