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[the-doomed-witch]

Hey can you write a natasha romanoff or wanda maximoff with fem reader with taylor swift's gorgeous? I think that song is perfect for them and it's my fav. Taylor song. Thanks in advance

YOU’RE GORGEOUS

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re the journalist, and she’s a celebrity. You’re drunk, and she’s gorgeous. You know how it goes. // based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS + MEN DNI. a really thick tension, almost competing w e/o, jealousy?, everyone’s like reaaally getting drunk, publicly making out, nothing but pining, situationship but it actually works out 💀

SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Author’s Note: hi anon! i hope you enjoy this 🫶 if you noticed the “hey stephen” no you didn’t 😭 also sorry this became kind of long but overall i loved writing this

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION

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Her flashing green eyes meet your glare as soon as she enters the room, hands tied with her stupid boyfriend. He’s not even just some guy, he’s a fucking microwave.

It was yet another Avengers party, and you were there as a member of the press, again. It was the third one this month, and you were tired of coming up with questions to interview them with. You showed up, asked them updates about their upcoming plans in hopes of a new cover story, ignored Wanda in every way that you could, got drunk, and left. It was a routine for you. But at least you got to drink expensive wine.

Your body tenses up at her sharp death stare, as if she was ready to burn you down. Wherever she went, you moved to the opposite direction, joining a circle of people or excusing them to click a picture of them. Of course, Stephen Strange was a fellow who’d love to get a picture taken, so you follow him.

Wanda sways her hips while walking up to you, her black dress gliding with the movement of her hips. “Hey Stephen, could you excuse us for a minute? Thanks.” Having no opportunity to answer, he nods with a formal smile and leaves you in Wanda’s privacy, all alone.

Placing her glass of whiskey aside, she hugs you. Albeit lightly, but you lose your breath for the second. “Y/N, what a delight to meet you. I feel like we need a lot of catching up to do.” she speaks with a smirk on her face, adorned by curls of her red hair falling down gracefully

You politely agree and grab yourself a drink; it was what you had to do in your professional capacity. Journalists cannot be rude to anyone.

She takes you to a quieter corner of the deafening party, that God knows how even exists. It was dark, but you had a couch to yourselves, just enough space to fit the two of you at a safe distance.

She speaks something, but you don’t hear it, you’re too busy staring at her cleavage. Wanda understands the direction of your pupils right away, and stretches her back, rotating her neck to release the tension.

“I’ve been really tired today. But since we are old friends, I think I should know a little bit about your life these days. How’s everything going on? Have you got a girlfriend?”

Old friends? That’s how you define a homoerotic ass situationship? Really, Wanda? You decide to join her game, and take off your coat, folding it and resting it on your lap.

“Mm, I’d love to say yes, but I’m afraid not. It’s kinda on and off you know.” You adjust your tie, it was harder to breathe with Wanda so close to you. “How are things with Vision?” you counter question her. It isn’t a competition, but you fear giving in against her.

She takes a deep breath, and replies, “I hope none of this goes out into the press.”

“You can trust me, Wans.” You add the nickname as a sign of confidentiality and a personal effect.

“Things haven’t been good with him. I don’t even know what he’s doing out there right now. I’m not even sure where he even is, if he has left the party to go to a club or something. Not that I care anymore…”

“I’m sorry for that, I wish he wasn’t a moron.”

She laughs and slightly hits your arm, “Hey! I’m still his plus one for the night.”

“I guess you should try to find him around here somewhere, then.” you give her the evil smirk. She reflects the same expression and says, “It hurts to know you don’t have a girlfriend yet. You deserve one, for the stunning woman you are.”

It suddenly turns into a game of who can hold back longer and who can roast better. You excuse yourself from the coversation after a little while, and proceed to ask people some questions.

With the glances you steal, you observe that Wanda doesn’t smile for the rest of the evening, not even the perilous grin of hers. The time passes for hours till you are inebriated again, spending your time with the even more drunk host of the evening; Tony Stark.

You stand in a group with him, Valkyrie and Thor around you, all high from unhealthy amounts of drinking. You still hold yet another glass of wine in your hands, sipping between quips and laughter.

“She called me her ‘old friend’… The fuck does that even mean? A friend who’s older than you?” The group laughs with every sentence you narrate to them.

“Girl, we’ve had our fair share of situationships… none of them have ever called me an ‘old friend’… it’s just the weirdest thing to say…”

Thor holds his guffaws back and asks you, “But Y/N, who is this lady that you’re talking of?”

“Well you wouldn’t believe.”

Tony joins in the conversation, “Oh come on Y/N, tell us!”

You notice Wanda entering the little crowd of four of you. She’s just as drunk, but seems to be in little control of herself, unlike you.

You throw your arm around her shoulders, and watch her change the subject of discussion. Maybe she heard what you said, maybe it was involuntary, but she is here to the rescue of you and herself.

In between drinks and limericks by Thor, Wanda’s hand extends to your waist, your arm still around her shoulders.

You both turn towards each other to laugh, but the smiles falter away with the vicinity of your bodies. You freeze for a moment, watching her eyes give you a soft look for the first time in months. Suddenly, she’s the only one in the enormous room, filled with thousands of people. She’s the only one emanating light, in the crowdful of darkness.

Her eyebrows stretch up, with her uncertain expression. For a response, you move your hand to her nape, scratching it softly as you tug her closer to you. She wraps your tie around her wrist, in an attempt to pull you more quickly than your pace.

Her lips feel warm, and delicate. With repeated scratches at the back of her neck, she sighs and pulls your tie even closer, consequently her tongue meeting yours. Your stomach tingles with butterflies till she gives you space to take a breath.

It’s infuriating to feel this way. Out of all the alcohol that made you drunk, only the feeling of her lips brushing against yours managed to intoxicate you.

The lustre of her black dress remains lingering in your eyes when you push Wanda against the bar counter, careful not to hurt her exposed and freckled back. “You’re so fucking gorgeous Wanda,” you speak before capturing her into another kiss, “I hate it so much. God, I hate it so much.”

“Hate me enough to take me home tonight?”

“Oh I could be alone all I want. Unless you wanna come along?”

[teewritessmth]

Screened Emotions

Niko Omilana x f! reader

Summary : Your prank backfires at you as Niko reveals something so shocking that it may shake the very roots of your relationship.

Warnings : Mentions of cheating, Crying and eventual fluff

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore".

The smile on Niko's face is replaced with a frown.

"Not do what exactly?"

"This. Us. Us, Niko."

"Nothing's wrong between us, what do you mean?"

You fake sigh into your hand and look up at him with a dead stare.

"Don't you dare act dumb Omilana, you know exactly what you did."

"Y/n, baby I really don't know why you're getting mad all of a sudden".

He lifts his head from your lap and tries to hold your hands in his. You swat his hands away and sit opposite to him on the bed. Niko, confused sits up and waits for what you were about to say.

"We have very different lives Niko. I'm studying and making content. You're flying from place to place, signing deals, making content for NDL, your channel and Betasquad. Our schedules rarely line up Niko. Plus I just think we're not going to work out."

Niko looked at you, and looked down. He looked so heartbroken that you almost decided to call the prank quits. That was until he sighed deep into his hands.

"I guess you found out then."

You look at the camera for a second, puzzled. You didn't think something like this would come up.

"Found out what exactly?"

"C'mon let's stop beating around the bush. Yes I have been seeing someone for the last couple of weeks but I didn't mean to get attached to her or anything. It was only supposed to be a one night stand."

"YOU SLEPT WITH ANOTHER WOMAN?!?!?!"

You stand up abruptly knocking things over from the bedside table by accident. Niko doesn't budge and stares blankly at the wall.

"Look Y/n, I'm sorry. I just felt really lonely and you were busy so I went to her."

You felt hot tears pooling in your eyes. This wasn't Niko. He would never speak about you like this, neither would he cheat on you. But as you observed the man infront of you, somewhat unbothered by your emotions, you begin to worry if he was ever the right choice.

Your legs give up and your knees hit the floor, your body overtaken by a a turmoil of continous sobs. You cover your face with your hands and cry into them.

"God, I ratted on myself. I guess you wanted like a break kind of thingy and didn't know I cheated. Damn, I'm dumb."

His nonchalance made you cry harder. 5 years with this man and he just shoos your feelings away like that. You feel lightheaded and utterly disgusted..

He sits down on the floor with you, trying to wrap his arm around your shoulder but you push him away.

"Babe." He tucks a strand of hair from your face but you swat his hand away.

"Don't t-touch me". You sniffle and scoot back from his reach.

He sighs loudly and grabs your legs pulling you to him. He leaves small kisses on your cheek and holds you tight in his hold as you struggle to get out.

"Hide the camera properly next time, you almost had me."

You let out a sob and push at his chest.

"I k-knew you had a hunch. Y-you'd never speak to me the way you did today."

"Of course I wouldn't. Your the love of my life the woman of my dreams. I'd have to be proper mad to lose you."

He closes the gap between you two by pulling you into a tight hug and kissing your head.

You wipe your tears on your sleeves and pick up your camera.

"This lanky made me cry for no reason, I hate him so much."

Niko got into the frame and shrugged. "The amount of times I wanted to look directly into the camera and wink was insane. But I didn't want to ruin the video. I'm sorry for upsetting you babe but no one pranks the supreme leader of NDL".

You lean into his chest and sigh. "I'll get you good Omilana. I promise".

"Can't wait". He mock teases you.

You turn off your cam and jump into the sheets, Niko following suit.

"You owe me a cuddle session for making me cry".

"You say as if that's a punishment". He scoops you in his arms and snuggles with you for the entirety of the afternoon.

[a-sweet-desperate-softie]

Not gonna go into detail but I’ve finally gotten some health/mental health stuff figured out and my insatiable love for omo is back in full force! Long story short, I couldn’t focus long enough to enjoy holding, which sucked. To celebrate here’s a list (in no particular order) of sensations that I haven’t enjoyed in a few months and THOROUGHLY FUCKING ENJOYED yesterday 🤭

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- When you can feel the first signs of fullness, like a warm tingle just above your pubic bone. A light press or a gentle trailing of your fingers sends butterflies all the way to the soles of your feet.

- When you set a fifteen minutes timer on repeat to remind you to drink 8oz of water (except, you get to “celebrate” at the top of every hour with juice, soda, or kombucha) and you KNOW you would be able to hold it all so you start to think of nothing else—eventually, you’re going to have to pee… how’s that gonna end up? In your pants? What pants? What underwear? Where will you be? What will you be doing? Do you want to enjoy it or do you want to feel ashamed? Either way, you’re going to have to pee, so you better start thinking.

- When you pretend to get up and use the toilet every time you feel the urge to pee. You don’t ACTUALLY get to use the toilet of course. No, you do, however, have to sit on the toilet, maybe wipe yourself to make your body feel even more desperate to pee—then you just have to sit there and not pee. It doesn’t matter if you have your pants pulled up or down, getting up and walking to the bathroom because you need to pee and then intentionally not peeing gets really frustrating by the third time in any given hour. And don’t forget to flush and wash your hands! Especially if others are home: we wouldn’t want anyone asking questions about what did or didn’t happen in the bathroom. Plus, don’t you want to caress your nice, warm, wet hands while your bladder is slowly stretching to capacity? 😘

- Mmmmmmm, and then, eventually, the potty dance. I’m convinced that potty dances are just like any other dance. They evolve from one basic movement and any variation from that movement risks losing connection with your body. Maybe you start with the subtle little left-right wiggle of your hips. It might be slow, it might be a little more hurried. Either way, the repetition quenches your bodies need to feel movement. It WANTS to move all the pee you’ve been collecting in your now slightly bulging bladder but you try to satiate it with your cute little dancing. But the repetition: left… right… left… right… left… it’s blissful until it’s not enough. Then your movements become more exaggerated—basic back and forth won’t cut it any longer. You start to feel your first panic moments. Sudden rushes of desperation cause the sphincter at the base of your bladder and all the small, interconnected stabilizing muscles to start to scream for release. But they’re small little muscles, so you don’t feel them as screams. No, you feel them as the sudden, seemingly-out-of-nowhere, “oh fuck did I just leak???” type of moments. You can’t feel exactly what muscle, what part of that delicate and oh-so-sensitive area finally gave in, but now every other part has to overcompensate for that failure. If you don’t do something more drastic it feels like your whole bladder is just going to burst from your urethra like a water balloon that you never take off the end of the hose. It just fills until the bottom blows out.

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Alright, that’s good for now. I’ve got shjt to do today, but there might be more of this type of recounting throughout today. New adventures await me ☺️

[junkissed]

sounds of the season

day four of junkissed’s svt season’s greetings event

member — radio host!junhui x reader genre — fluff, college au word count — 1.7k synopsis — when your university’s radio show hosts a matchmaking event to raise money, you figure, what have you got to lose? the question you should be asking is, what have you got to gain? warnings — jun is so awkward but we love him, this is pretty dialogue-heavy sorry notes — lowercase intended. also i know nothing about how radio works so if i’m wrong just ignore it lol

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edit 12/27: i have added a part 2 on my nsfw blog @onlyhuis! it is smut so minors dni. you can read it here!

one reblog = one holiday song on the radio

“that’s the end of today’s program, everyone, thanks for tuning in. remember to sign up for our ‘matchmaking for charity’ event while you still can! for every successful match, we’re donating $20 to toys for tots, so be sure to get your application in so we can find you a special someone this december. link is on our instagram, and our website, sdu.caratsradio.org, go check it out.”

a different voice follows. “we’ve been sounds of the season on 111.7 fm, hosted by our very own communications undergrads. have a great weekend, sdu students! we’ll see you back here monday at six for more holiday tunes.”

jazz study music from the next hour’s program begins to play as you sigh, closing the tab on your computer open to the school’s website.

for the last few weeks you’ve been listening to shining diamond university’s student radio station; more specifically, you’ve been listening to the duo that hosts the holiday music hour every monday and friday at 6pm. the festive music puts you in a better mood, but what you’re really there for is the hosts’ voices. their tone is so calming, most days you like to turn on the station in the background while you do your homework. something about the way they speak helps you focus. whoever they are, you could listen to them talk for hours.

there’s probably pictures of the hosts somewhere on the website, but you haven’t gone looking for them. you’re a little afraid that realizing that they’re not just pretty voices on your laptop, and knowing that there’s real-life faces connected to them would ruin the experience. so for now, you’re content to just imagine their voices and let your brain fill in the blanks.

you’ve been tossing around the idea of signing up for their event back and forth in your mind for a while now. being matched with a stranger at school just sounds nerve wracking, but at this point, you haven’t got much to lose. the worst that could come out of it is another bad date. plus, it’s for charity. you don’t know exactly what the parameters of the event are, but even if it doesn’t work out with whoever you’re matched with, you figure you could always just act like it did so the charity still gets the money.

what the heck, you figure. maybe it’ll be fun.

a week after signing up you get an email with info about your match and instructions on when and where to meet him. on saturday at noon he’ll be at the far corner of the café in the campus dining hall wearing a white hat, and you’re told to wear something blue so you can recognize each other.

when you get to the dining hall, the guy sitting at the table in the far corner is… attractive, to say the least. you would even call him your type, if you knew anything about him besides the fact that you’re on a blind date with a randomly paired listener of the program.

“hey! you’re my match, right? i’m junhui.” he stands up, greeting you with a shy smile. he’s deceptively taller than he looks sitting down, and you take him in for a moment.

“yeah, that’s me! nice to meet you!”

“can i buy you coffee?” he asks eagerly. “um, or whatever they have at the coffee shop.”

“oh– sure!” you say. you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, but you hadn’t been expecting him to be so polite. “thank you.”

“of course,” he smiles.

you stand in line together at the register, and you order a cheap drink off the menu. but as he’s telling the barista his order, something clicks.

“hold on, you sound… really familiar.” you squint, tilting your head. he takes the two cups from the barista and looks over at you, confused. all of a sudden the realization hits you, and your eyes widen. you’d know that voice anywhere. “wait, aren’t you–”

he nods sheepishly, handing you your drink. “yeah, i’m one of the radio hosts.”

holy shit. “that’s cool that you signed up for this too, though. did one of the comm professors match people, or was it random, or…?” you ask, trailing off to let him answer.

“no, me and jeonghan put the matches together. so it was on purpose.” his fingers toy with the cardboard sleeve of his coffee cup, and he lets out a nervous laugh. “would you hate me if i told you i matched us because i’ve had a crush on you since we had com101 together?”

“really?” you laugh. blush creeps into his cheeks. “honestly, i barely paid attention in that class, i only took it for the credits.” you stop, realizing how that must sound to him. “i mean, no offense! i wasn’t trying to be rude, i just–”

he shakes his head quickly. “i get what you meant. and, it was a pretty big class, so. easy to not know everyone.”

“why didn’t you say anything? i know i probably looked grumpy in that class, but i promise i’m not,” you say, adding a smile that you hope looks encouraging.

“no! it’s not you,” he rushes to explain. “i’m just not that great at talking to people.”

“but… you host a radio show?”

“it’s not the same. i’m not truly talking to anybody but jeonghan. there’s a monitor that shows us how many people are listening, but i ignore it.” he leans back in his chair. “i have to do it as part of one of my classes, but i actually really enjoy it now.”

you smile. “that’s good that you found something you like.”

he clears his throat, taking a small sip of his drink. “so, do you, um, listen often? you don’t have to say you do if you don’t, by the way, i won’t be offended. just curious.”

you debate lying to not expose yourself, but he looks so excited to hear that you can’t honestly tell him no. “actually, yeah. i listen almost every program. you have a really nice voice.”

the tips of his ears turn bright red, and immediately you feel awkward again. “sorry, is that weird to say?”

“that’s—no, not at all!” he stammers. “i think it’s a really big compliment. thank you.”

“yeah,” you add, not sure how to respond without making things weirder. you’re both silent for a second, the busy sounds of the dining hall’s café filling the room in the absence of words.

after an almost uncomfortable amount of silence passes, you laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “so, uh, what do we need to do for this to be considered successful?”

“huh?”

“for the charity thing. how do you decide what gets donated and what doesn’t?”

his focus snaps back to you. “oh! we’re donating for all the matches, even if they don’t work. we just said that as, like, an incentive so people would sign up.”

“oh.” you nod, thinking.

“did– did you want to leave?” he asks shyly. “i don’t wanna keep you here if you’re not enjoying it.”

“did you want to leave?” you counter.

“well… no,” he says. “but i don’t wanna force you.”

“you’re not, don’t worry,” you say, shaking your head. it’s awkward, for sure, but it’s far from the worst date you’ve ever been on. the least you could do is stick it out for another half hour or so.

“sorry this is so weird,” he laughs. “i don’t go out a lot.”

“it’s fine.” you smile at him, hoping he’ll relax a little. “is that why you signed up for this?”

“well, kinda,” he nods. “i was hoping i’d recognize somebody’s name and maybe make a new friend. but this is good, too.”

you fight the urge to frown, since it’s obvious he’s trying his best, but you’re confused at his statement. “what do you mean, ‘this’?”

“i… don’t know. what do you think this is?”

“a date,” you say simply. 

“oh!” he says, fiddling with his cup again.

“is that what you want this to be?” you ask gently.

“i– yeah, that would be really cool,” he grins, nodding. “a date.”

you smile at his enthusiasm. he’s cute, and his personality is, too.

“so, what’s working at a radio station like?” you pry. having finally been able to meet the man behind the voice you’ve heard so much of, you can’t say you’re not more than a little curious about who he is.

“oh, yeah, you like hearing me talk, sorry,” he says. your face heats in embarrassment, but before you can defend yourself, he continues on. “um, it’s pretty fun. the machinery’s pretty cool, the microphones and stuff. makes me feel like a professional singer or something. even though it’s more just choosing music to play than me actually talking.”

he looks up. “you can come by while we’re live sometime, if you want,” he says. “the studio’s really nice, they have beanbag chairs and somebody always brings snacks.”

“is that allowed?”

“sure! you can be my special guest,” he grins. “only if you want,” he adds a second later, as if he’s just thought of something.

you smile warmly. “it sounds fun. i’d love to.”

his face lights up. “great! can you come monday? we’re announcing the results of the matchmaking thing then.”

“i’ll be there.”

he pauses. “is this… a second date?” he asks tentatively. god, he’s adorable.

“yes, this is a second date,” you giggle. 

he stands up. “should i walk you to your car? or is that too much?”

he holds the door open for you as you step outside.

you laugh. “no, my apartment’s on campus, i just walked here. but thank you for the offer, you’re really sweet. and thanks for the coffee, too.”

it might be because of the chilly december weather, but his cheeks seem a little pinker than before. “no problem,” he grins. “i’ll see you monday, i guess? for another date?”

“i’ll see you monday,” you confirm with a smile.

he waves, still grinning, and pulls out his phone. as you start to walk away, you hear his voice from behind you, “hannie, dude, you won’t believe what just happened!!”

you giggle to yourself. you can’t wait til monday.

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[mountsmason]

Qatar Memories; Part 2

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summary: a few days after the match, you and mason went on a stroll at night to have a little catchup since you lost contact with each other after breaking up years ago. since then, the two of you have been getting closer and closer, with you hanging out with the england squad and being at their every game. this hasn't gone unnoticed by rúben who goes back on his word about relationships being a 'distraction'.

pairing: mason mount x reader, ft. rúben dias

a/n: I'd love to hear any feedback you guys have on this :))

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sasha__rebecca had the day to ourselves ❤

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yourusername aww look at you two😍😍 I missed you today <33

↳ sasha__rebecca missed you too, you should've come with us!!

↳ yourusername nah I'd rather not thirdwheel the little time you guys have between matches, plus I was busy winning at basketball 😊

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masonmount I never lose 😎

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yourusername except today you did

↳ masonmount I didn't take you to be a liar y/n 🤨

↳ yourusername no lies here, I won fair and square :)

↳ masonmount maybe you remember the match differently to me

↳ declanrice I was there mate, you lost 🤣

↳ masonmount bro you're supposed to be on my side?

↳ declanrice not this time, you're always fouling me when we play basketball

madders smiling through the tears yeah? 🤣🤣

↳ masonmount you too huh🙄 how has y/n got all of you on her side already??

November 27, 2022

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yourusername train ❌ sit on the ball for the entire session ✔

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jackgrealish you've got some good angles there y/n 😏

↳ yourusername I should've known you would say something like that 😐

masonmount not the entire session....

↳ yourusername oh yeah I forgot about those 2 minutes you spent standing up

↳ masonmount wrong again, it was closer to 3 minutes

↳ yourusername 😂😂

declanrice you running a fan account for mason now? 😂

↳ yourusername no declan, I'll leave that to you :)

↳ lukeshaw23 she got you there mate 🤣🤣

masonfan1 y/n giving us the content we all deserve 😍

November 30, 2022

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yourusername the way to my heart 😍

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declanrice mason is almost there then 😂

     ↳  masonmount y/n won't admit it though 😏

johnstonesofficial slightly offended that I wasn't invited to this

     ↳  kylewalker2 and me 😤😤

     ↳  yourusername you two were too busy looking after Dave!!

     ↳  johnstonesofficial you and your excuses😐

     ↳  kylewalker2 we expected better of you y/n

     ↳ yourusername this whole thing wasn't even my idea, it was mason's😫

     ↳ kylewalker2 shifting the blame now are we?

     ↳  yourusername can you two stop ganging up on me?? 🥺🥺

     ↳  johnstonesofficial you owe me, kyle and dave some lunch

     ↳  yourusername fine, have it your way🙄😒

December 1, 2022

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yourusername what's this doing in my room? 🤔

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declanrice strange... me and mase had nothing to do with this... nothing at all

↳ yourusername so strange!! I didn't think either of you did 😃

masonmount maybe it's a sign you should wear it tomorrow👀

↳ yourusername maybe it's a sign I should lock my room's door before leaving👀

↳ masonmount whoever put that there must have gone through a lot of effort, I think you should wear it for them

↳ yourusername not sure it's my style 😐

↳ itsamelewigi put the poor guy out of his misery and wear it for him 🤣

↳ yourusername I'll have a little think, no promises though...

philfoden mason's out here doing side missions between the training sessions 😂😂

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masonupdates Mason and Dec after the match with Senegal 💙

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masonfan1 imagine mason looking at you like that 😫

↳ masonfan2 do we know who he's actually looking at?

↳ declanrice @yourusername

↳ masonfan2 not dec replying to my comment 😭😭

↳ masonmount she was wearing my shirt so it was hard to look away 😅

↳ masonfan1 you two are so cute 🥺🥺

↳ masonfan2 MASON TOO? THIS COMMENT SECTION DOESN'T SEEM REAL

December 4, 2022

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masonmount quarter-finals baby!!!

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declanrice my brother ❤

masonfan1 IT THAT Y/N IN THE BEREAL???

     ↳  masonfan2 OMG I THINK SO

     ↳  masonfan1 KINDA JELAOUS OF HER ICL

     ↳  masonfan2 IM KINDA JEALOUS OF HIM BC HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N 😍😍

     ↳  masonfan3 IS THIS MASON'S WAY OF CONFIRMING HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH Y/N??

December 4, 2022

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aprilivymusic ✔

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aprilivymusic bumped into a familiar face today 😄

rubendias it was nice to catchup 😊

     ↳  aprilivymusic we should do it again!! x

y/n&rubenfan1 didn't rúben say he wanted no distractions?? my guy is confused

     ↳  y/n&rubenfan2 he's probably jealous of y/n and mason that's why

     ↳  y/n&rubenfan1 are they actually together??

     ↳  y/n&rubenfan2 mason fans seem to think so

     ↳  y/n&rubenfan1 oh... I guess it's time I change my username 🥲

December 5, 2022

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[vapemaster42069]

“Why is Cub peeling grapes?”

Impulse shrugged, toeing off his sneakers. “Shrooms, prolly.” He flopped onto his side, socked feet and cargo-short-ed legs flung over the back of the couch. “Cubby, you good?” 

Cub, wonder in his eyes, looked back. He seemed not to be glancing over, but to be watching the world pass in front of him like a rat looking out a bus window, wind in its fur and streetlights in its eyes. “I’m wonderful.” He looked back to his plate, adoration plain on his face. “I love grapes.”

Impulse tossed him a thumbs up. “Good to hear, man.”

Bdubs nodded. Sometimes, Cub was better left to his own devices. “I brought the goods.”

“Did you remember the sauerkraut this time?” Skizz, who was determinedly not looking away from his Mortal Kombat game on the tv, cocked an eyebrow in a preemptive, judgemental jab. 

“Get your own sauerkraut, man.” Bdubs tossed a tinfoil-wrapped hotdog to Impulse, one into the kitchen to his right where Tango was attempting to fix the leaky faucet, his legs sticking out from under the sink into the middle of the tile floor, and one vaguely towards the couch between Skizz and Impulse. “Hotdog Guy sends his regards.”

Impulse raised a brow. “Does he actually, or are you relying on your weird cute-boy-senses again?”

“It’s not a cute-boy-sense! It’s my incredible rizz!”

“Oh, my god.” Impulse groaned, to Skizz’s cackles.

Bdubs grinned, nudging Impulse’s head, which was resting on the ground, with one of his sneakers. “I could show you, if you need any tips…”

“Broooo.” Impulse threw an arm over his face, his ears reddening. “You’re the worst. And– and you!” He half-glared at Skizz, who was still idly giggling at his reaction. “I have plenty of rizz!”

“Yeah? When are we gonna get to meet your boyfriend then?” Bdubs sang, drawing out ‘boyfriend’ as long as he could before losing his composure to a chortle.

“He’s– Hey! He’s not my boyfriend!” He swatted at one of Bdubs’ calves. “He’s just a friend.”

Tango, ever with good timing, emerged from his hazard site that was the kitchen. “Oh, are we talking about Impulse’s boyfriend?”

Bdubs wrinkled his nose. “Why do you smell like fire? Aren’t you fixing the plumbing?”

Tango shrugged, attempting to push up his glasses with one elbow, hands full of assorted tool boxes. “It happens.”

“It– what happens?”

“Oh, you know. This, that.” He gestured vaguely with his head.

Bdubs blinked. “O–key. Weirdo.”

Tango bumped him with a shoulder. “I hear Cute Hotdog Boy said hello this morning… When's the wedding?”

“Well, he didn’t say hello, exactly, but I could sense it.”

“With your cute-boy-senses?”

Bdubs groaned, a traitorous smile quivering over his lips. “Fuck off with that! But I’m totally going to ask him out tomorrow.”

“You said that yesterday!” Skizz piped up, still intently focused on his game.

“Is he into you?” Impulse, still hiding his face, poked at Bdubs’ ankle.

“Oh, he’s so into me. I can tell these things.” Bdubs scratched at his neck idly, cheeks reddening.

“Oh, my god.”

“He’s gone off the deep end.” Skizz signed, mock-mournfully.

“I’m serious!”

“You’ve never talked to the guy.”

“So? He doesn’t talk much! And, I said hi this morning, and he nodded at me, and he already had my order ready.” Bdubs crossed his arms, leaning back in what Skizz would later describe as a swoon, and what Bdubs then imagined was a badass, cool-guy lean.

“I think he’s just learned your schedule, man. You’re there at the same time every day.”

“But he basically said hi today! He doesn’t usually do that…” He hummed.

“He’s lost in the sauce, bro. Or the hotdog water.”

“Lost in the ketchup, more like. ”

“He’s a hotdog dude, man.” Skizz redirected to Bdubs, “How great could he be?”

“He’s awesome, you don’t even know. Plus, what do you have against the hotdog industry, Skizz?”

“Nothing, but what’s a hotdog cutie have in common with an optometry major?”

“He’s in herbology, I saw his bag one time! It had a bunch of band patches, too, and pins– He’s so cool, his hair is dyed this crazy white and he’s into plants and nature and indie rock–”

“Homie. “

“–and he always smells so nice, too. Like … “

“Like hotdogs?” Tango supplied.

“Yeah…” Bdubs sighed dreamily.

“Dude. Bro. Man. Have you ever asked him about this stuff?”

“No, but–”

“And he’s never said hi to you?

“Well, no, but–”

“Homie, I think you’ve just developed a pavlovian response to this guy.”

“Have not!”

“Bro. You always see him when you’re hungry, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“And he gives you food?”

“Yeah. It’s his job!”

“It’s also his job to make you feel good, man.”

“Is not! You’ll see, I’m asking him out tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay, buddy." Skizz smiled softly, looking away from his game. "You do that."

“I will!” Bdubs looked down at his half-wrapped hotdog. “I will.”

[ghostkeegan]

Let me Sign (Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson x Gn! Reader)

Prompt: After bouncing around his feelings, Roach decided to tell you how he feels in sign language.

A/n- I canon Roach as mute! Also we as a community need to stop neglecting this cute lil bug, I wanna read more about him because he’s the loml.

Warnings: None this is fluffy!

Of all the silly little crushes you’ve had in your life, none were as easy to fall for as Roach. It was hard not to, especially with someone who could say so much without even speaking.

He was fiercely loyal to his friends and teammates, effortlessly funny, a wonderful listener and was always quick with a pen to scratch out advice. Plus he was one of the most good looking people you’ve ever known.

You kept your heart locked securely, not wanting to ruin the friendship that had sparked between the two of you.

Ever since you had joined the ranks of the task force, the two of you got along perfectly. Roach often stuck by your side, you were the one who could translate his every expression with ease. Soap even joked that the two of you shared the same mind.

Unknown to you, Gary felt the same way. He would stay up into the late hours, just thinking about how beautiful you were. How he wished he could let you know just how he felt without writing on a piece of paper. It was frustrating being mute when he felt like he had so much to say.

You had finished your workout for the day, ending it early after cold rain began to pour from the sky. Instead you happily chose to rest in the Rec room with a journal between your hands.

It became a common habit of yours to write down some small things that made you happy. Your therapist had said it would help you with battling PTSD, so with nothing to lose you’d given it a shot.

Every day you wrote at least five things that made you happy or laugh. Some days was harder than others, but today seemed to be even tougher. Roach and Soap had gone on a simple covert mission, scouting for a potential tip-off on nuclear weapons. It had left you alone, since Price was busy with paperwork and Ghost was likely still beating on a punching bag.

You hated being alone.

With your head empty, you settled for tapping the pen against the sheet of paper. Helplessly you glanced down at the blank list.

You snuggled into your blanket that Gary had gotten you for your birthday. It was soft and was one of your most prized possessions on base. You closed your eyes for a moment, simply enjoying the sound of rain patting against the roof.

A soft knock alerted you, making your eyes snap open to glance at none other than Roach. He was shivering slightly, his hair wet from a shower and dressed in comfy clothes of sweatpants and a windbreaker.

“Hey, Bug.” You spoke softly, a little grin pulled across his lips as he gestured if it was alright to sit next you. When you nodded he plopped down ever so slightly on the next cushion beside you, still shivering slightly from the cold weather.

Wordlessly, you shifted closer, pulling the large blanket over his legs as his cheeks flushed red. It never seemed awkward to be close to Roach, in some way or the other the two of you were always touching. Both finding a comfort in twined fingers or gentle palms on shoulders or backs.

His eyes were on you, an unknown emotion swirling in his eyes before he took out a pen and paper and began to scribble on it. After a moment he handed it over to you.

What have you been doing?

“I worked out early so I could relax for the rest of the evening. I thought I’d be alone for the day.” You rambled, Gary’s eyebrows pinched together, as if he was asking you if you wanted him to leave.

“No! I’m really glad you’re back. I was worried.”

Roach teasingly swiped at your shoulder, before he began to write on his pad of paper again.

Worried? That’s cute.

You felt your cheeks flush as you read the words, but it didn’t stop you from bringing yourself closer to him, resting your head ever so slightly on his shoulders. Roach’s arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you into his side.

You missed his adoring look and he was quick to wipe it off his face as you glanced up to him.

“I wish we didn’t have to communicate with a pen and paper.” You mumbled, glad that Roach didn’t seem to take any offense to the remark. Instead he began to write on his pad of paper again, with a conflicted look on his face. Hesitantly he passed it over to you.

I can teach you some sign language?

Your face lit up at his offer, a beaming smile crossing your lips in excitement. “I’d love that! Can we start now?”

Gary nodded his head, before he turned his body to face you.

You started simple, learning some letters in the alphabet to spell your name, while learning greetings and simple phrases, like please and thank you. Roach was an excellent teacher, bringing his hands up to fix a stray finger or to shift a gesture.

He was patient and kind, and always seemed to chuckle silently when you managed to get the motion right. 

He’d scribble on his paper what each gesture meant, he was able to teach you quite a lot during the short lesson. He blushed slightly and bit his lip, before making a different gesture.

He had his middle finger and pointer finger looped together, while his ring finger rested against his palm.

You copied the gesture, watching him hitch his breath slightly. Whatever this sign meant, had caused quite a stir in his posture.

“Are you saying something offensive?” You asked cluelessly, dropping the sign before teasingly looking at him. Roach shook his head no, his cheeks still slightly red from you repeating the gesture.

“What does it mean?” You shuffled closer to him, nearly hearing him gulp in surprise as your warm breath fanned across his cheeks pleasantly.

With a deep burst of courage, Roach scribbled fast on the paper, before placing it face down in front of you. He wanted to flee, but he couldn’t find it in himself to run away. He was frozen, waiting on your potential reaction.

You flipped over his notepad, eyes widening in shock as your read the words over and over again.

I Love You.

[tracybirds]

Could you do Gordon with speechless?

I can!!! I got a little stuck last night because I wanted to sprinkle in a bit of humour for the sunshine boy, so I hope I pulled it off okay!! Thank youuuu this was a lot of fun to write :D

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“It’s quiet today,” said Alan, putting down his game.

Kayo shrugged, idly flipping the pages of her magazine. “Scott and Virgil took Grandma to the mainland, remember?”

“Yeah,” said Alan. “But even so… where’s Gordon?”

“Is he not downstairs? I thought he said yesterday that he’d make cupcakes for Brains’ birthday if we didn’t get any callouts?”

Alan reached out and tapped the comm.

“Gordon? You around?”

There was no answer.

He tried again.

Nothing.

Without a word, Alan leapt up and hurried down the stairs.

“He’s not here,” he called back to Kayo, his voice floating up from the room below.

“Then leave him alone, he’s probably busy.”

“But Kayo, all the baking stuff is out.”

Kayo sat up, trying to quell the small voice inside her that helpfully supplied all the possible ways Gordon could be whisked away from the island without her notice.

She ran swiftly to join Alan, opening a line to John as she went.

“John, can you run a bioscan? Gordon’s fallen off our radar.”

“Working,” said John instantly. “Did you try ping him already?”

“Alan got no response,” Kayo confirmed. “And he’s not likely to ignore it for a laugh after the last time.”

“Life signs in the hangar and in the medbay.”

“No prizes for guessing who is who,” muttered Kayo. “And there’s no other signs of life?”

“Not human at least.”

“You don’t think that’s a little paranoid?” asked Alan.

“No,” they said together.

“Hurry up,” called Kayo as John flickered out of view. “Medbay means Gordon’s hiding something; let’s just hope he didn’t cut anything off.”

***

“I’m fine,” protested Gordon, his voice drawn up out of his throat like a holey straw. “It’s just a little scrape in my throat and I needed to restock the lozenges in my bathroom.”

Kayo folded her arms in front of her chest, staring him down.

“Kayo, I swear,” he croaked. “Do not tell Virgil.”

Alan snorted.

“She wouldn’t have to if there was nothing to tell.”

Gordon opened his mouth to argue, but little more than a hoarse wheeze escaped him.

Kayo cocked her head. “Sorry, Gordon, what was that?”

A frustrated whine was the only response.

“That sounded like he thinks you should talk to Virgil,” said Alan, smiling brightly and dodging the half-hearted swipe at his shoulder. “Maybe even Grandma!”

Gordon glared, unable to respond.

“Not. Funny.” he mouthed.

“Sorry, Gordon, you have to speak up,” said Kayo, trying to hold in her own laughter. “We can’t hear you.”

“Maybe you need hearing aids? That’s more likely than Gordon losing his voice, don’t you think?”

Gordon slammed his hand on the table and pointed emphatically at Alan.

“Me…?”

Gordon pointed again, nodding furiously.

“Okay then, I’m what?”

Gordon flipped him off, glaring as they both laughed even harder.

A loud beep cut through the levity as Kayo’s comm sounded.

“I assume you found him?” asked John drily. “All in one piece?”

“John, they’re being mean,” said Gordon, straining to form even a whisper.

“What? What was that? Kayo did you say something? My receiver needs a wire realigned or something, you’re very quiet.”

Alan hooted and danced out of reach and Gordon tried to tackle him in response.

“Gordon’s a little tongue-tied at the moment, John,” said Kayo, still grinning. “He tried to be stubborn and I’d say that backfired spectacularly, wouldn’t you agree, Alan?”

“Absolutely,” said Alan. “What are you always saying, Gords? The joke’s in the timing?”

Gordon glared.

“So’s the revenge.”

[feel free to send me a prompt plus a character!]

[frozenjokes]

Signing Back In, Apparently - 8

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There were a couple things Scar noticed when he woke up face down on the floor. One, Mumbo was gone. Not a huge surprise. Two, everything hurt so much less! Hurray! Three; amendment to number two. His back actually hurt quite a lot, but this time, he was pretty sure that it was from sleeping funny. Exciting! Maybe he could actually get some drugs to take the edge off!

It wasn’t until he stood, gathering his things, that his mood dampened. Ah yes, today he would have to deal with the aftermath of yesterday. Well, he really didn’t have much to his name as of now, perhaps he could just pack the little he had and sail away, never to be seen again. Ah, a glory that would be. Unfortunately, nothing to his name also meant no food, water, and other necessary supplies. Plus, due to recent developments in his health , Scar wasn’t sure if he would make it alone on the sea. Too unpredictable. Although, perhaps ironically, he was feeling better today than he had in months.

Scar hadn’t had much time at all to explain to the Kestrels what was happening before his back and abdomen started spasming, quickly followed by immense discomfort in his eye and throat. Not that he intended to go into detail, but he couldn’t even stand, much less speak. He remembered saying something along the lines of ‘they’re fighting,’ which, in hindsight, was probably terrifying and cinematic.

But they knew. And now they would ask questions. Suddenly, taking his chances out in the ocean seemed like quite the appealing idea. He could put all his important stuff in a bag, maybe grab some canned food from the dining hall…

Scar opened his bedroom door, only to be nose to nose with Sausage. He screamed, falling backwards and dropping literally all of his belongings, which Sausage seemed to interpret as an invitation to come inside. The longer Scar spent here, the more threatening he found Sausage’s smile. Was that how other people felt about him? Oh, he hoped so.

“Scar! Good morning, or, rather, good afternoon! You slept in quite late today!”

“Yup! You know me..”

“Aha, yes. How about we sit, hm?”

Well, there was no escaping this afterall. Scar could fight, but he wasn’t sure he trusted his body right now, and getting supplies would be a far more difficult task. So he sat.

“Scar, I need to have an honest conversation with you, because right now, with the way you’ve been acting, the rest of us have been losing our patience. You’re a different man than you were six months ago when you joined us, and I don’t mean in a good way. You’re deteriorating. Everyone can see it, even in the other factions. Now, I can’t imagine what it’s like to live in your situation, with pain you can’t manage, and how frustrating that is, but,” Sausage sighed, sitting down beside Scar, “This has turned into something you can’t deal with alone anymore. It’s going to kill you, Scar, and by the time you’re dead, no one will care to mourn you, because you’re a fucking asshole.”

Scar wasn’t sure how to react to that. Sausage wasn’t wrong. He had been losing his grip. Quips and jokes that once came easily only soured on his tongue now. While he had never sailed quite as much as the other Kestrels, as months passed, he could leave his room less and less. This past month.. well.. when he did leave, it was safe to say he was snappy at best. He narrowed his eyes at the ground. It bothered him . He was falling apart, and everyone knew , and he didn’t have the ability to hide it anymore.

“It’s their fault,” he growled, voice low, “They came back. They were supposed to be dead.”

“No Scar, it’s your fault,” Sausage sighed, leaning back on his hands, “You never told anyone, in fact, you only got aggressive whenever the subject was brought up. You sat in your room by yourself, letting it get worse.”

“Well there’s nothing you can do.”

“You don’t know that. Listen, I don’t care what happened to you in your past; that’s your own business, but you can’t just deflect and attack everyone who offers their hand. It’s okay to be weak.”

“It’s not okay.”

Sausage paused, shooting Scar a calculating glare. Scar returned it. “Alright, Scar. Well let me skip to the point then. This is your last chance, or I’m going to ask you to leave the Kestrels. I’m extending an olive branch because I don’t want to see you die this way, so it’s your choice what you do with it. Tell me about your ghosts. They’re related to your pain, right?”

Scar closed his eyes. A choice indeed. “Do you really think you can get rid of them?”

“I don’t know. But I’ll try. We’ll all try, if you shape up.”

Scar shook his head, releasing a small, breathy laugh. “Well, why not then. Yes, they’re related to my pain. I’ve got four parts of my body that you could say are cursed, and the pain fluctuates with the corresponding ghosts’ mood. The longer I’m alive I think, the angrier they get. It must be something like that, because it’s been getting progressively worse. All you need to know is that they’d really like me to keel over.”

“Do you treat them well?”

Scar choked on his own laughter, falling back into his bed and shaking the entire frame, “Uh, no offense, but that is the dumbest question anyone has ever asked me.”

“I’m gonna take that as a no, then.”

“Well there’s a reason I got my eardrums blown out. Little bastard was trying to wreck my stuff. For the record, I did not know he could do that. Unfortunate, because he makes the best faces when you make fun of him. You know when-”

“Scar , you taunt your ghosts? When you know their moods directly correlate to your pain? What are you thinking?”

“In my defense, I don’t do that very much,” Scar shrugged.

Sausage put his head in his hands. “ Noted. Well to start, you need to be nicer to them. Even if they’re trying to kill you. You probably deserve it, anyway. But I’m also going to have you speak with Cleo.”

“Cleo? They’re a Heron, right?”

“Yes. Scott tells me they’ve got quite the affinity for ghosts. Apparently there’s this haunted island she visits often? If anyone can help you out, it’s probably her. Actually, if you want, I can ask Scott to go and grab her now.”

“Scott- is he here?” Scar bristled, turning wide eyes to his doorway.

“Hi, Scar!” Scott waved, looking mildly pleased with himself.

Scar stared, taking a deep breath before laying back down across his bed. “I guess this might as well happen.”

“That’s the spirit!” Sausage leapt to his feet, trotting to the door, “She’ll meet you in the tavern, so be ready!

“Yeah, great, I’ll be waiting then,” Scar mumbled, reaching for a pillow to crush over his face. Well. If he wanted to scrape together any amount of dignity, it was time to get it together. He washed up, ran a brush through his hair, and stared at himself for an inexplicably long time in the mirror. Surely there was something he could do about the bags under his eyes. Well, his good eye; the bad one was too far gone to be saved. Hm… but on second thought, it didn’t look as egregious as usual today… Unfortunately, before he could go and dig around for concealer in Oli’s room, he heard his name being called. Ah! But he hadn’t shaved!

Scar ran for his hats, stacking them with great care before balancing them precariously on his head and skipping downstairs.

“Well hello there! Sorry about that, I just got a little distracted, you know,” Scar waved his hand in a vague gesture, heading over to the bar where Cleo was already serving themself a drink. She turned, looking Scar up and down with a small smile.

“You look like shit.”

“You’re not so bad yourself!”

Cleo chuckled, leaning back against the bar. “It’s been a long time, I heard you’ve been sick. So it’s really ghosts that have been giving you trouble? I would have visited earlier, but I heard you were touchy, and I don’t have much patience for bullshit. Finally caved, huh?”

“I guess you could say that. And I damn well paid for it too, so no need to pry.”

“Looks like you’ve been paying for it for a long time, and not because you finally said something. You’ve had that black eye since I met you! I must say, it looks worse than I remember.”

“No need to flatter me. Can you get rid of my ghosts?”

“Oh, probably not, but I heard from Sausage that you’re hurting because they’re unhappy, and I know a place that’ll brighten them right up!”

Scar paused, staring blankly. Cleo stared back with an unassuming smile.

“You want to take my ghosts on a VACATION?”

[im-poe-dameron]

NEVER BREAK THE CHAIN

➢ 02. LOST TIME AND BROKEN MINDS

a/n: i debated on splitting this into two parts when i first started plotting, because of how long it is. but i figured why not just drop all of it at once. chapter one was more of a small prequel to get us here and into the drama within this story. plus we finally get to meet dino din, and when i say he is making me swoon. he is making me swoon. i hope y'all enjoy!

summary: you arrived on the island under the impression that you would take a tour and nothing else. however seeing him again changed things entirely.

word count: 8.2k+ (how???)

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, angst, story building, heartbreak, arguing, pining, alcohol consumption, flirting, p in v sex, cumplay, cumeating, oral (f receiving), din lifts reader slightly, a minor bit of dirty talk, harsh endings.

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You always knew humanity would destroy the world. It was written in their fate the second they evolved intelligently and began making mistakes. Choices that would inevitably shift the tides of nature itself—sending the world spiraling. You just never thought you’d be there to see it up close.

Stepping onto the tarmac where you were told to meet the man you spoke to two days ago. You felt the rock in your stomach grow with each step. The fear of making the wrong choice continued to eat away at you—reminding you of the thing you were leaving behind. You wanted to take the leap, you really did, but what lay on the other side didn’t keep you from feeling terrified. It didn’t stop the doubts from slipping in. Telling you that this—whatever it was—wouldn’t go well for you.

“I can’t tell you how happy my boss is that you joined,” he called over the noise of the helicopter blades.

Wind nearly pushed your hat off your head. “You still haven’t told me what it is I’m doing here.”

The smile slipped off his face, his hand smoothing down his tie. Even in tropical weather that made you start sweating the moment you got off the plane, he still wore a suit. You wondered if you’d be liable if he died of heat stroke in your presence. Given that you had yet to sign any contracts, you weren’t sure you’d wind up losing the job offer over something like that. Still you wanted to be sure.

“Everything will be explained today,” he replied, leading you towards the small jeep with the G.I. logo painted on the side. “I’m set to give you a tour of the facility.”

“How large is it exactly?”

“It spans the entire island.”

Your heart leapt into your throat, eyes going wide. “G.I. owns the island? What for?”

He nodded, checking his watch. “With what we’re working on it’s better to have…space. A lot of it.”

Alarm bells began to ring in your head, loud enough to cause that fitful anxiety you hated to fill your body. Ten minutes here and you were ready to give up and go home. What kind of work forced them to have the entire span of an island in their possession? You half expected him to say he was joking—that they only owned a few acres—but the laughter never came. Which only made you feel worse.

“Don’t tell me you’re bringing back the Wooly Mammoth,” you joked, a fake smile stretching across your lips in the hopes of lightening the mood.

He laughed, turning the jeep along the dirt trail ahead. “No. Not the Wooly Mammoth.”

“Good.”

You squinted up at the sky, believing for an instant that you saw something large flying above, the wingspan far larger than anything existing on Earth. But you shook it off as your brain playing tricks on you. After all, it was hot outside and you were most likely dehydrated.

“We’ll be heading to the labs first. I’m sure you’ll want to get acquainted with everyone there.”

You hummed in agreement, wiping sweat off your forehead. “I haven’t been told who I’ll be working with. Who’s my boss?”

“Oh no I wouldn’t worry about that. No boss.”

“No…boss? What does that mean?” you asked incredulously.

He turned right and you saw it in the distance. Fences high enough to look like a prison and wires across the top that you guessed were live with electricity. But behind all of that, hidden in the thicket of palm trees and large plants was a glass building. It reflected the sun, nearly blinding you the longer you stared, but you couldn’t look away.

None of this felt real and you couldn’t figure out why. Were you really here? On an island in the middle of nowhere, ready to work for a company who refused to tell you why you were here. How had you gone from a professor to this? All in the span of a week. You wanted to speak to Din. To see that he was actually here in this mess with you. Except you couldn’t get your mouth to open.

The car rolled to a stop as he searched for his identification card. “Impressive isn’t it?”

“Very,” you breathed, gaping at the sheer monstrosity of what they were doing here.

“It’s taken nearly seven years to get this all up and running and it hasn’t been without its problems.” The car jolted forward, nearly slamming you against the dashboard, as he sped through the gates.

You wanted to ask if you could drive instead, but he was already heading towards two large doors. Big enough to fit this car. You figured it was either the entrance, or a separate garage for the car to go. Sure enough, the doors opened and you were led down a ramp, into a separate garage where lines of matching cars sat. All of them, the same muted gray color. All harboring the G.I. logo.

“What sort of problems?” you inquired, desperate to know even a little more about what you were getting yourself involved with. What sort of fucking job didn’t even offer the baseline principles of what you were doing?

He swung into a nearby spot. Killing the engine and hopping out. “Casualties mainly.”

Your eyes widened slightly, hands moving to open the door and follow him. “From building the fences?”

“That was part of it.”

“And the other part?”

He chose not to respond, pressing a code into the keypad next to the elevator doors. Which left your mind to wander. The gates were ridiculously high. Large enough to seem like a facility housing something dangerous—possibly something that could escape. Except you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what that was. Not without further information about the genetic process you’d currently be working on.

Your mind ran a mile a minute, trying to put together every manner of potential situations. Yet you continued to come up blank. What the fuck had Din gotten you involved in? What were you about to agree to?

Rather than continue the conversation, the man—whose name you had yet to receive—walked into the elevator, his eyes focusing on the screen of his phone. One quick glance let you know he was reading a calendar set up. Possibly to let him know how long this tour was going to last. You could already tell him that you weren’t interested in seeing the labs or meeting the CEO. You just wanted to see the one person who could explain everything to you.

The person who continued to remain in the back of your mind—steering you in what you hoped to be the correct decision.

“The labs are on the eighth floor,” he said, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“When you said earlier about there being no boss…”

“Oh yes,” he nodded. “I meant you won’t be working beneath anyone. We’ve recruited some of the best geneticists in the country and always meant to bring you on board from the very beginning.”

“So…why didn’t you?”

He shrugged as a ding echoed around you—the doors sliding open. “You rejected our offers until now.”

“Does that mean I’m working on my own?”

You followed him out, freezing at the sight before you. The area was pristine. Glass windows let you see the green terrain outside, sunlight filtering through the work spaces like it would through water. You felt your heart race at the sight of millions of dollars worth of equipment sitting perfectly placed around the laboratory. Things you could only dream of seeing in real life, yet never coming close to it.

“No,” he said, giving you a moment to take it all in. “You’ll be running our department.”

“What?” Your voice had risen in pitch, shock coursing through you and rendering you speechless. “W-Why me?”

He merely smiled, moving over to a glass door that held an empty office, your name already printed neatly on the plaque with the title DIRECTOR beneath it. You felt as if you’d been dropped in the center of your dream. Running a lab had always been your end goal—something to look forward to after your time at the university—but you never expected it to happen so soon. You predicted that you’d be old and gray by the time you achieved such an opportunity.

“Our last director sadly had to leave us due to…differences within the workplace. And as I said before when I recruited you. You’re the best there is.”

That was hardly true. Sure you’d finished your PHD with a focus on the theory of genetic splicing within animals in your twenties. But you never once believed you were the best there is. Lots of people worked within your same sector and they were far more knowledgeable on the topic than you were. Yet there you were, standing in the middle of a lab offering you everything you could have hoped for. You wondered how much of that was due to Din’s statement, his words stating that you were in fact the only one for this job.

Something still didn’t sit right with you, even as you regarded the beauty of the place around you. It ate away at you, told you that this wasn’t the right choice for you. One question still remained unanswered.

If you were hired to work with genetics and nothing else, then what the fuck did they need Din for? He was a military man with a background in paleontology that he more often than not referred to as useless. Well the last time you saw him that is. You weren’t even sure he finished his masters before he took off to do who knows what.

“The lab is where you’ll be doing most of the work.” You were brought back by the man’s voice—still insistent on giving you the tour despite the worried expression on your face.

“Right.”

“I don’t know the—er—exact science going on, but you have an assistant who will be continuing this tour tomorrow once we’re done—”

“I want to speak with Din Djarin,” you butted in, too focused on the doubt swirling in your gut to listen to him go on and on about the aspects of this company.

He froze, his mouth closing as he glanced down at his watch. “Um…Mr. Djarin isn’t a part of this tour. I could make arrangements for you to go down where he works tomorrow?”

“He’s the one who recommended me, yes?” He nodded, rather reluctantly. “Then I’m afraid if you want me to sign any contracts today, I’ll need to speak with him.”

The hesitation is what makes you rethink everything. You hated not knowing everything, but you were willing to go along with it if Din was. He wouldn’t work with a place that offered no security, no viable reason to even exist in the first place. You built up the argument in your head. Reasons why you had to see him now being formed into a list you could say, but the man’s sigh gave you all you needed.

“I don’t think he’s working today, but I can lead you to his cabin on the southern side of the facility.”

Your heart fluttered, nerves jumping under your skin.

You would see him again. After all these years.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

A sort of relief filled your veins at that thought. You’d finally get to ask him all the lingering questions that remain in the back of your mind. Of course you’d begin with why he recommended you—why after so many years did he want you here. You expected him to respond with a simple response. Something that would give you just the surface of what was going on in his mind. Yet only one question mattered to you in the end. The one you never got to ask him in all the years you’d been apart.

Why did he leave?

You were absolutely positive that you would need half a bottle of tequila in your veins to even get the words out. So you’d begin with the simplest one on the list you’d been mentally building since that night. What had he wanted from you?

“I never asked your name,” you said, managing to pull yourself out of your thoughts in time to once again see the fences large enough to send a shiver of fear down your spine.

He grinned, the engine of the Jeep loud enough to nearly swallow the sound of your voice. “It’s Malcolm.”

“Malcolm…”

“Jones.” He awkwardly stuck his hand out and the car swerved slightly. “I suppose I should have told you when we first met.”

You shrugged. “I should have asked.”

The wide open space of the dirt road began to narrow—quickly. Until you were practically immersed in a jungle, the sunlight blocked by the trees that stood tall above you. You wanted to ask why the CEO chose such a recluse place. What was the motive of setting up in the middle of nowhere? But your attention was dragged away as something shifted in the distance—causing the trees to sway. You didn’t catch sight of it entirely, barely saw the hint of a dark figure, but it left you gaping. Shock going through your body.

“What was that?” The beat of your heart increased significantly, yet Malcolm continued to drive as if he hadn’t seen a creature the size of a building moving through the jungle.

“Oh just the wildlife.”

You pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Nothing to be concerned with.”

Wildlife your ass. You knew he was lying through his teeth, the way his eyes shifted told you as much, but you couldn’t figure out why. What the fuck was so important to G.I. that they felt the need to keep you in the dark? Your mouth opened, a flurry of questions that could only be construed as an interrogation at the ready, when the jungle gave way to another open area. Only this one didn’t house a large facility on its property. In the center of the tall gates—at least a mile out—sat a cabin with a barn off to the side.

Your heart dropped.

“I believe he’s here,” Malcolm said, gesturing to the large motorcycle that was parked off to the side, the familiar sight nearly sending you into cardiac arrest.

What the fuck were you doing here? You shouldn’t have gotten off the plane. Not when you knew you’d have to confront a man who left you in shambles—forcing you to pick up the pieces on your own.

The jeep rolled to a stop, Malcolm pressing lightly on the horn to draw someone’s attention and you wished the Earth would crack open like an egg and swallow you whole. You took in a deep breath, getting out of the car and following Malcolm’s lead. Except then the cabin door swung open. The familiar thud of boots echoing in the short distance, and there he was. Standing with a mug of coffee in his hands and a neutral scowl on his face.

You felt your stomach flip.

The black henley he wore was stretched across his shoulders, a dark brown leather holster lying over the top. You thought you knew the shape of his body—the breadth of his back and chest. Except you only knew the Din from university. The man who wore a smile and teased you over games of chess. This was a man hardened and aged by time—his brown hair now showing hints of gray, especially in his beard.

His eyes met yours, lips parting slightly, and your mouth went dry when he stepped off the porch, coming closer. The combat boots he wore made indents in the soft dirt as he walked, his footsteps now silent to your ears.

Part of you wanted to sprint back to the jeep and go home. To beg the university to reinstate you as a professor. But your feet were glued to the Earth. Forcing you to stand there in shock as Din came to a stop about a foot away, his eyes roving over your figure. Your heart hammered in your chest, breaths coming in quick and short, and suddenly the list of endless questions you wanted to ask disappeared.

“Dr. Djarin,” Malcolm said abruptly, sticking his hand out. Only to be left awkwardly hanging—Din’s attention solely focused on you.

The title used caused a flicker of shock to linger in your brain, but that vanished just as fast as your words.

“Malcolm,” he replied. His words were blunt—callous—but you weren’t focused on that.

No, you found yourself lost in the gruff sound of his voice—the deep tone you knew so well that you heard it in the back of your mind constantly.

“Before we begin to look over the contracts she wanted to speak with you.”

Your gaze flicked to Malcolm, heat burning beneath your skin wherever Din’s eyes traveled to. You felt like you were under a microscope. As if he was analyzing your genetic makeup and DNA with his eyes. The same brown ones that were seared in your mind.

“Dr. Bishop,” Din mused, lifting his mug and taking a long slow sip.

You decided rather than interrogating him, you simply wanted to slap him.

Malcolm turned to you—confusion quickly overtaking his face. “Er…Bishop?”

“It’s an inside joke.” Din’s mouth curved up on one side—a sight you had memorized like the back of your hand.

While he seemed intent on prolonging this, you didn’t come to play games. “An old one if I recall.”

His eyes lit up at the sound of your voice. “Not that old,” he replied, gauging your reaction.

“Ancient.”

He smiled, a soft chuckle reaching your ears and you felt heat begin to rapidly spread through your body. Fuck him for having this much of a hold over you. Fuck him for standing there looking even better than the last time you saw him. And especially fuck him for leaving. Anger began to burn in your chest, the feelings you once thought gone now returning with new rigor.

“You wanted to talk?”

Clearing your throat, you did what you could to gain control of your emotions. “I wanted to know why you put in my name for a recommendation.”

He shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. “Figured it was obvious.”

“It’s not.”

“You’re the best scientist of our generation.”

His words reminded you of the praise he used to shower you with throughout your relationship. All the soft words of love he once told you. They all seemed pointless to you now. Yet there he was. Doing it all over again simply because he believed them to be the truth. You were the best there was in his mind. The only one fit for the job. You hated how the cold shell around your heart began to melt, that familiar old warmth now seeping back in.

“Din—”

The shrill ring of Malcolm’s phone cut you off—shifting your attention back to the man you forgot still stood beside you.

When it came to Din the rest of the world seemed to vanish.

You wanted to tell him that while you may still harbor feelings of anger and slight resentment about your relationship—overall you were grateful. For some reason he handed you this opportunity on a silver platter. Yet you didn’t know that this wasn’t something born out of feelings that had vanished, but rather feelings that still remained. You would never know how his heart hammered in his chest at the first glimpse of you in years. How he wanted nothing more than to be alone with you—to explain why he left.

“Yes sir,” Malcolm said, his hand brushing down his now wrinkled tie. “We’re on our way back.”

The meeting you’d been so worried about was finally coming to an end, leaving you in the midst of a million questions yet not a single answer. You were tempted to stay here—get what you needed from Din—but you also knew you couldn’t risk this new job. Not when you didn’t have one to fall back on anymore. Nodding to Malcolm, you began to follow him back to the jeep. Leaving Din to watch this time as you walked away.

“Bishop,” he called, meeting your stride and coming to a stop directly in front of you—blocking your path to the jeep.

“I’m going back with Malcolm.” You mentally asked him to say the words. Ask you to stay with him. But you knew they wouldn’t come; not when your hopes were simply that.

A figment of your own imagination to cope with his absence.

He sighed, his eyes shifting back to his cabin until he finally met yours again. Except this time you couldn’t read them like before. Din had always been an open book to you since the first day you met. Now he was as closed off as you were. Hiding his emotions to keep his own self safe from a world intent on destroying them.

“Have dinner with me.”

If you weren’t clenching your teeth, your jaw would have surely dropped open. “I’m sorry?”

He shifted on his feet and it was only then did you realize…he was nervous. The sight was a nice change after so long. You’d only ever seen him be nervous once before—the day he asked you to be his. Somehow this felt like that situation—only the circumstances were entirely different. No longer were you two young kids just barely figuring out what it meant to fall in love. No longer did you belong to him.

The truth left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you forced yourself to swallow it.

“You wanted to talk. So let’s talk.”

“Over dinner?”

“If you’ve got a better option.” He grinned.

You shook your head. “Din I’m here for the job. That’s it.”

“So dinner won’t hurt then.”

If you didn’t still harbor a semblance of emotion for him, you would have said no. You would have gotten back in the jeep and gone back to the facility with a clear head—the uncertainty of your situation gone. You would have left him in the past. But you were never good at giving things up when it came to Din; always looking for a way to keep him in your life. Even when he wasn’t there.

If you were smart, you would have made the right choice and gotten over him the second he walked out your apartment door that fateful night.

Except it was too late to change the past and here you were…stuck in a future that led you right back to him.

“Fine,” you said, watching his lips turn up in a small smile that held your entire heart captive. “I’ll be back here at seven. To talk.”

He nodded, stepping to the side and finally giving you a free path to the jeep. “I’ll see you then.”

You were in the midst of making the biggest fucking mistake of your life. Din inviting you to dinner was nearly—if not exactly—as terrifying the second time around. The first time you were a hopeless romantic. A college student with nothing but time and hopes of a grand romance. Now you were a woman who saw the mistakes of your past as clear as your reflection in the mirror you stood before.

The sundress was short, flowy, perfect for the muggy weather of the jungle outside. You had packed it in the hopes of finding a beach nearby. Perhaps on your day off—or when you eventually turned down the offer. You certainly hadn’t packed it expecting to wear it in the same vicinity as Din Djarin.

You wanted to hole up in the small apartment they’d given you, researching everything you could about the new G.I project. But your heart had different plans altogether.

Letting out a breath, you grabbed your phone and headed out the door. Malcolm was kind enough to offer you a ride back to Din’s place, but you were against it. You didn’t want to get stuck there for longer than you had to. So, you took the keys and promised to return the jeep in the morning. Although you were certain you wouldn’t be there long enough to wait till the next day.

The engine rumbled beneath you as you made your way—slowly—through the jungle. Taking the same path you remembered from earlier. You tried to ignore the vastness of the island, but the sight from earlier still plagued you. You couldn’t discern through the darkness of the tree what exactly it was you saw, but you did know for a fact that the size of the creature wasn’t something to ignore.

Whatever they were hiding here wasn’t just going to change the world. It would destroy it.

“Fuck,” you muttered, seeing his cabin in the distance. The lights on the inside were turned on, showing that he was waiting for you.

You swiped the key card Malcolm had given you and watched as the gates slid open slowly. As if giving you an out. You could turn around and pretend nothing happened. But the need to know more had always been your downfall. So, you pressed your food on the gas pedal and drove towards his home, your heart rapidly beating in your chest.

He must have heard the jeep’s engine, because by the time you were rounding the car, he was standing on his porch—a black button down replacing his henley and combat boots switched for nice brown ones. You swallowed thickly, trying to calm the sensation that spilled free at the sight of him put together for you.

“Didn’t think you’d show,” he said, eyes traveling down your body, drinking in the sight of your dress, as you took the steps one at a time—slowly. Almost like you were rethinking being here in your head the longer you looked at him.

Din wouldn’t blame you if that were true.

“I didn’t think I would either,” you replied. You were half an hour late, having spent the better part of the night debating the thought of going. In actuality you were debating on catching a quick flight back home.

“Dinner’s cold.” He stood to his full height and your heart fluttered. “I’ll warm it up.”

“Okay,” you breathed, following him into the cabin.

It was exactly like you expected. Big enough for one person—possibly two—with barely any furniture and little to no signs that he actually lived there. A large couch took up the majority of the living room, a fireplace now burning two broken pieces of wood, and a small side table. You could picture him sitting there reading a novel that was his latest infatuation. A sight you’d come home to many times before.

“It’s…nice.”

He could tell you were lying through your teeth by the grin he wore. “Don’t bullshit me Bishop. I can always tell.”

You laughed, the tension finally being torn apart. “Okay then. This place needs a little life.”

“Hm.” He handed you a glass of red wine and by the smell you could tell it was your favorite. The impenetrable wall that surrounded your heart chipped slightly at the knowledge that he remembered. “Life huh?”

“There’s no pictures on the walls.”

“Not true.” He pointed to the very fake picture of a forest hanging in a plastic black frame on the opposing wall of the fireplace.

You scoffed. “I’ll rescind my statement if you can tell me that you picked it out.” His lack of an answer gave you enough to go on. “Exactly.”

The smell of something in the kitchen drew you closer, the sight of him stirring a pot with a towel over his shoulder sending a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. You’d been there for five minutes and already you felt like you walked right back into a memory. The image of him cooking, the heady taste of the wine on your tongue, the crackle of the flames in the background. Your mind spun—heart rapidly beating the longer you stood there.

Yet no matter how painful it was to be there, you had no intention of leaving. You could allow yourself to live in the fantasy for a bit longer. What was the harm?

“What did you make?”

He turned, sipping at his glass of what you assumed to be bourbon. “You remember that dish I could never get right?”

“Oh…the pasta. That’s right.” You smiled, reliving the memory of each and every time he tried it—only for it to taste a bit off. “You made such a mess in our kitchen with how many times you tried to hand make the pasta. I swear there were times I was ready to…well…” You took another sip of your wine.

Din watched in wonder as you receded in on yourself again—locking up memories that you were too painful to see. Times in your life when you were both happy. Both ready for a future that would never come. He had wanted to marry you—to give you the world—and you were prepared to say yes.

He took in a breath, his heart pounding beneath his chest. “I figured it out. Learned the proper way from a friend who served with me. Thought you might want to try it again.”

Taking a seat at the table, you watched him plate up the meal and set it in front of you. He even remembered how much you usually wanted—as if everything that happened before tonight never happened. There you were, two people who knew each other so well it was scary at times. You knew he hated the taste of the wine you loved, but would kiss you if you drank it anyways. You knew he would prefer to lay with you in bed all day rather than let the real world in, fully content to stay in the fantasy you two created.

You knew him like you knew your own soul, because whether you liked it or not he was still a part of it.

Neither of you spoke as you ate, too focused on getting through to the hard part. The reason why you were actually here. You wanted to know what you were doing here, and he didn’t want you to leave. Except you didn’t know that part. You might never know if Din had any say in the matter. He drank his bourbon, you drank glass after glass of wine, and watched the orange glow of the sunset begin to fade into darkness.

“I need you to tell me the truth,” you said, leaning back in the chair.

An hour of eating dinner had waned into you two sidestepping the reality of your situation for long enough.

He sighed, taking your plates to the sink. “Bishop—”

The nickname caused your heart to twist painfully in your chest. Yet another reminder of what this was. What you had become to each other. Acting as if you were merely old friends catching up, when the reality was that you’d always be so much more.

“I’d prefer if you used my actual name.”

His body went stiff. “Okay,” he murmured.

“Why am I here Din? And don’t give me bullshit answers that I’m the best. I need to know. The truth this time.”

Turning back to you, he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. “That was the truth. You’re here to do a job. I meant what I said in that letter.”

“And that’s it?”

“What more did you want there to be?”

Your heart sank. “So I’m here to change the world? Although if you had looked into G.I. more you would know they’re notorious for stealing scientists work. So what are they actually doing here Din? I know you know.”

His eyes were blazing with an emotion you couldn’t discern, his stiff stance telling you enough. You were pushing against the wall you’d both set in place to block the inevitable from happening. This fight never happened. He had simply left, never giving you the change to let this exchange occur. Except now you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“If you’re making requests then I have one too,” he said, eyes narrowing. “I want you to stop pretending that you didn’t come here tonight to ask me why I left.”

You felt like he’d pulled the trigger on a gun—pain spreading through your body. “Unbelievable,” you muttered. “I was right. I can’t do this.”

Throwing your napkin on the table, you shoved the chair back and headed for his front door. Slamming it open as you went. You were the one leaving this time, putting your past behind you. Except this time was different. This time he did the one thing you never did. He followed you, his footsteps loud and heavy against the wood of his porch.

You were halfway to the car before he finally shattered the wall between you—forcing emotions you thought you let go of back up.

“Bishop!”

You whirled around, pointing your finger in his direction. “Don’t you fucking call me that. You lost that right the second you walked out that door.”

“You came here to ask me the question, so ask me.”

“I shouldn’t have to ask!”

He huffed. “Bullshit.”

“Yeah?” You stepped closer. “That’s bullshit huh? Well do you know what I think is bullshit? The fact that you never gave me a reason why you decided to up and leave me behind. What was so important?”

“I had my reasons.”

“Which you never told me!”

He stood tall before you, his hands on his hips and eyes narrowed in your direction. You could practically feel the anger seeping off his body. This is what you wanted to avoid. The confrontation that would inevitably happen the longer you were in his presence. You wanted to leave, to hide away in your job as a professor and never come back. But that was no longer a possibility.

“So now you’re going to leave?”

Anger surged through you—bright and unwavering. “You left me!” Turning away you began to walk back towards the car. “I should have never come here. You left me and yet I come crawling back. How fucking pathetic.”

“Did you ever consider the truth?” He watched you stop in your path, your hands curling into fists. “That I regret leaving you every fucking day of my life?”

Tears spilled down your cheeks, your heart twisting violently in your chest. “Don’t—”

“I shouldn’t have left.”

For the second time that night, you broke. “But you did!” You turned, letting him see you cry—giving him a chance to witness first hand the pain he caused you. And you watched as his face crumpled, his shoulder slumping forward. “You broke me in ways I never thought possible. And you didn’t even tell me why.”

“Baby,” he breathed, slowly cupping your cheeks, wiping away the hot tears that burned through your cheeks.

“I came for you Din.” The words were heavy on your tongue—the truth…finally. “I came because…you asked me to. I followed you here.”

He let out a shaky breath, his forehead falling to press against yours. “I’d follow you to the ends of the fucking Earth. You know that honey?”

Grasping onto his shirt, you felt him pull you closer, his lips a hair's breadth away. “Din…”

“Stay,” he pleaded, a tear slipping down his cheek. “Stay with me baby.”

Take the leap. His words echoed in your head, on repeat. Promising you a future that was different. A future where he didn’t leave—where you were finally happy together. You felt your heart give way to something that burned in your chest, warm and inviting and him. Letting out a breath, you gave yourself the option to leave and end this chapter for good, but something always pulled you back to Din.

“Okay,” you breathed, leaping off the cliff—hoping more than anything that he was with you.

His lips found yours, passion bleeding into your body, and everything clicked back into place. You sighed into his mouth, hand gripping onto his hair as his tongue slid along yours. Drawing out sparks of pleasure. You felt your stomach flutter, your nipples tightening beneath your dress. He could always tease out that all consuming heat that spread through your body—the sensation you longed for.

Scrunching up the skirt of your sundress, he let his hands wander along your skin for the first time in years. Touching each part he remembered you loved most. The parts of you that he’d ingrained in his mind. Your soft moan undid him on the inside—took the broken pieces of his heart and began to reform them before his very eyes. You were the missing part. The emptiness he felt in his heart.

You were his.

“F-fuck,” you whined when his hand dipped underneath your dress, fingers finding you practically soaking through your panties.

He didn’t respond, didn’t give you a single word except a muffled grunt against your mouth, before he began to walk backwards. Back towards his cabin. You stumbled your way up the stairs until he slung your leg around his hip, lifting you slightly to help you—dragging you towards the door and inside. Gripping onto his hair, you dug your teeth into his bottom lip—your back hitting the door with a grunt.

“Every day,” he gasped, hiking you up until your legs were around his waist, your weight leaning against the sturdy wood. “I thought about you every day.”

His hips grinded up, the button of his jeans pressing against your clit, sending delicious sparks up your spine. “I-I need you,” you whined, your lips sliding along his jaw.

“I’ve got you honey,” he whispered, hands tugging down the front of your dress and taking the hardened peak of your nipple into his mouth.

A cry ripped from your throat, your hips grinding down as he tugged on it with his teeth, his fingers pinching the other. That heady sensation was back. Burning its way through you until you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to blame the wine on your actions—how your mind was hazy, body willing to bend for him. Yet you knew the truth. Din had a hold over you that you never wanted to break.

He was the oxygen in your lungs, the strength in your bones.

He was yours.

“Oh—fuck,” he grunted, his mouth pressed to your chest. “‘M not gonna last baby. Not like this.”

Much to your disappointment he let you slide down the door until your feet touched the floor again. His hands dragged the dress up and over your body, allowing it to fall beside him—the sight of you practically bare leaving him speechless. He didn’t know what part of you he wanted to touch first. Which part he wanted to taste.

The dazed look of utter infatuation in your eyes did him in. He pulled you towards the couch, falling back into and giving you free reign to climb on top of him. Which you did earnestly. You breathed a soft moan across his cheek, your hips slotting over his perfectly—as if you’d never been apart to begin with. You knew what he liked, what his body responded to, and you wanted to make him sing.

“I want you inside me,” you gasped, pulling your panties to the side and sliding your fingers through your own slick, your needy sound echoing in his ear.

“You’re trying to kill me.” The sound of the desperation in his voice, the painful desire in his eyes made you smile.

His head fell back when you began to lick at his throat, your now shiny and wet fingers pressing against his mouth. He took them without question, sucking off your taste with a broken moan, his eyes fluttering shut. You felt your walls flutter around nothing at the feeling of his tongue—the heat of his mouth. If you weren’t so eager you’d beg him for more.

Except neither of you wanted to wait anymore. Not after years of not having one another. So he quickly unbuckled his belt, grunting raggedly when your hand wrapped around his cock, precum leaking from the tip and sliding down. You wanted to take him into your mouth. Reacquaint yourself with his taste. But the emptiness in your cunt shoved you towards what you wanted most. The feeling of him inside of you—stretching you open.

Lining himself up, he watched in rapture as you slid him through your folds. The head of his cock bumping against your clit—drawing out a soft sigh from your chest. He wanted to remember this. Sear it in his mind for all eternity. You slowly began to lower yourself onto him—the stretch of his thick cock breaching past your entrance with a slight sting of pain. But nothing would stop you now that you were here.

“Look at you,” he marveled, an awestruck look in his eyes. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Oh—Din—” you choked, your lips finding his, your cry pressed reverently into his mouth.

“So good for me baby,” he murmured.

He let you take as much time as you needed to adjust to his size. Until your hips met his, your face buried in his neck and legs shaking from the intensity of having him inside of you again. A sharp searing heat of pleasure licked up your spine, causing you to go boneless in his arms. He was buried so deep he pressed against parts of you that hadn’t been reached in years.

“I—” Your words dissolved into a whimper, hands grasping onto his shoulders. “Need to move.”

He grunted, his hips shifting upwards and ripping a ragged sound from your throat, your eyes rolling back. “F-fuck.” He felt his body shake, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought against the bliss that threatened to spill over. “So damn tight honey.”

“Please.”

“I-I—shit, oh fuck—I can’t move.” He was gonna lose it if you remained this tight, your whole body practically begging for more. “Need you to cum for me.”

His thumb found your clit and you cried out, your hips shifting. The angle changed and suddenly the head of his cock was pressing against something blinding. Your vision went white, body shaking as he drew you even higher. A garbled sob of his name left your mouth—your nails digging into his shirt. He felt your walls clamp down around his cock and nearly flew off the edge himself. But this wasn’t about him. Not right now.

Pinching your clit between his fingers, he grinded his hips up and with that you broke. Burying your face in his shoulder, you felt the overwhelming bliss of your orgasm overtake you. Turning you into a sobbing mess. Din’s name was a continuous chant on your tongue—your mind numb to everything else—and you wanted more. You needed it.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, his whole body stilling as he felt your cunt fluter rapidly around his throbbing cock. He tried not to move, to think about how your almost naked body was sprawled on top of him.

It took a good five minutes, but eventually you lifted your head. The fucked out smile your face was what snapped the control he had on his body. With a deep rumble in his chest he gripped the back of your throat, his lips colliding to yours in a mess of teeth and tongue. Din could barely contain himself with how sweet you sounded when you came. A memory he thought he’d never get the chance to relive.

Your fingers tore at the buttons of his shirt as he flipped you, pressing you into the back of the couch. His jeans were barely down to his thighs, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when you were begging him, your lips swollen from his teeth and eyes glazed over with lust. Tears leaked into your hair as he held you there, filled to the brim so much it drove you mad. You were everything he could have wanted out of life.

His version of a perfect forever.

“Such a pretty fucking sight,” he rasped, pulling out slowly only to shove himself back in. Your head fell back, a high pitched wail bouncing off the walls of his cabin—your legs tightening around his hips.

“Oh fuck Din!”

His hips slammed against yours, the wet squelch of your pussy mixing with the sweet sounds of your cries filled the room. Din had never heard a more perfect sound in his life. He wanted to keep you here. To bury himself so deep you’d never be rid of him. Cursing loudly he took your nipple back into his mouth, grinning when you spasmed beneath him.

“My perfect girl,” he murmured, hips speeding up until you went silent—your eyes rolling back and chest heaving. “‘M never leaving you. Not again.”

You gasped sharply, the pleasure unraveling through you once more and rendering you speechless. Your nails dug into his skin, thighs shaking, as you gushed on his cock. His hoarse shout of your name echoed in your ears, his face burying into your neck and hips flexing with each stunted thrust. You felt him spill into you, felt the warmth of his cum begin to leak out, and craved to feel it again. Din carved a place for himself in your broken heart with the promise to heal it.

Grasping onto him tightly, you did whatever you could to keep that feeling of his love. To never let it leave you again.

He moaned weakly when he pulled out, the thick mixture of your cum and his now leaking out—probably staining his couch. Although he didn’t seem to mind. With a contented hum he sat up and caught a glimpse of the shiny mess between your thighs. A sight that made his heart stop in his chest.

“I meant it,” he said softly, his hands trailing to your inner thighs, keeping you spread for him.

“Din—”

“I’m staying with you Bishop.”

Your heart stuttered, heart softening at his words. “You will?”

He nodded, kissing your knee and settling himself between your thighs. “Forever.”

Something shifted in your chest, putting itself back in place after being gone for so long. And you welcomed it. Din’s tongue swiped through your folds, pushing away any thoughts that roamed your mind. You’d have time to figure out what this meant for your relationship later. Now you were being thrown back into the rapture of a pleasure that consumed you. He moaned, pressing his thumb against your clit and spitting lewdly on your pussy—watching with a smile when your back arched.

“Cum for me again baby,” he said, his eyes drinking in every part of you he could see. And you fell into it willingly. Begging him for more.

Sunlight broke through his open curtains, causing you to stir awake. Somehow in the middle of the night you’d moved to his bed. Where he proceeded to fuck you two more times until you lost the feeling in your legs. You were still sore, pain blooming where he had gripped your hips tightly and dug his teeth in. A soft snore echoed behind you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

Every emotion you’d gone through last night came flooding back. All the promises he made—the words he whispered against your skin. Each one somehow felt hollow now that you thought back on it. You wanted to believe him. To see if he actually meant what he said or if he simply said it in the heat of passion. But the fear of confrontation still lingered in your chest.

Untangling yourself from him slowly, you gathered your clothes. Din grumbled in his sleep, searching the bed for you. Yet by the time he stirred awake slightly, you were in the jeep. The engine a soothing rumble beneath you as you left your heart behind you.

You wiped away the tears that streamed down your face—the ache in your chest growing the farther you got. You could go back. Climb into his bed and have breakfast as you’d done a million times before. But the past was still something sharp and broken inside of you. A part of your heart that had yet to heal.

Last night shifted things between you two—forever changing the structure of your relationship. Except if there’s one thing you knew, it was this. Din’s words meant very little to you until he actually proved them. Until you knew for certain he would stay—no matter what.

Turning onto the dirt road, you left him behind—driving towards a future that you hoped would be different. A future with him in it.

A loud roar went up in the distance, the stomp of something large practically shaking the ground below. You sighed, oblivious to what resided in the near distance, as you pulled up to the facility. It came again, an echo of something softer meeting it, and there it would remain…for now.

Biding its time in the jungle.

[depravity-n-savagery]

「 Inked and Owned 」

✯ Pairing: Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader

✯ Summary: You lose a bet with Eddie and have to get a tattoo. He comforts you because you're worried about the pain, but you discover you actually enjoy it. ~

✯ CW: Smut, Needles (for getting a tattoo), Masochism, Spanking, Fingering, Choking, Friends to lovers, Praise kink

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

✯ Word Count: 3.8k

✯ A/N: Just realizing my favorite fics always take a couple days for me to finish, haha. Writing this almost made me wanna get another tattoo 🤣. Hope you enjoy ♡

Sometimes you really got yourself into situations without thinking. This particular time was one of the biggest.

"Come on, I'll be right there with you the whole time. You're gonna be fine." Eddie patted you on the shoulder, trying to reassure you for the fifth time today. Other people might not have noticed just how nervous you were but, as your best friend, Eddie was tuned in to your mood changes.

There was no one to blame but yourself. You're the one who decided to strike a deal with him. A bet, sort of. If he got his grades together and graduated, you would get a tattoo of his guitar. Nothing huge - you were a tattoo virgin after all - but visible. It seemed like a cool idea at the time. You wanted your best friend to walk that stage with you at the end of the year. Plus, his guitar was beautiful. You wouldn't mind having it be a permanent part of your body, the same way Eddie was a permanent part of your life. What you did mind was the needle, and the stories you've heard about the process being excruciatingly painful.

"Here lies Y/N." You groaned dramatically, clasping your hands over your chest. Letting out a faux death rattle, you laid back across Eddie's lap and played dead. He chuckled, poking your ticklish side and springing you back up into a playful shoving match with him. That is, until the woman behind the counter cleared her throat and reminded you both where you were. Seated next to each other in the tattoo parlor. Waiting for your turn like a lamb to the slaughter.

Just like that, the nerves were back.

Eddie sighed, taking your hand in his to get your full attention. "Look, I've done this multiple times. If it was really that painful, don't you think I would've told you about it?"

"But you like pain." You said plainly.

His cheeks flushed almost instantly, eyes wide and shifting to look anywhere else but directly at you. "Well, causing pain and taking are- ..T-They're two different-. THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!" He refused to look right at you but he could already sense the shit-eating grin on your face. Naturally you two spoke about everything with each other. That included whatever sexual interests and escapades either of you got into. He had way more experience in that area than you did. You've only slept with two guys so far and they were utterly disappointing. Both of those nights you left their place and went straight to Eddie's, frustrated and needing someone to make you laugh. Of course, he came through every time.

The woman at the counter called you up, going over the basics. Paperwork was already signed when you guys both arrived. Only thing left was to step behind the curtain and meet your maker. Eddie, true to his word, was right by your side. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, leaving small indents in your fingers with his rings.

Behind the black velvety curtain was a muscular bald man, way taller than you and covered in tattoos. He was setting up his station when you both entered his space. "Eddie!" The man called out, reaching out to give him a fist bump. Not only did he do a few of Eddie's tattoos, but he actually came to see Corroded Coffin play a few times. Which meant he was familiar with the guitar in question.

Your eyes zeroed in on the instrument of your undoing, held in the man's hand as he spoke to Eddie briefly. Your favorite metalhead mumbled something along the lines of 'take care of her, she's precious'. The same way he'd spoken about his guitar whenever you asked him to teach you. Jelly-legged, you shuffled into the chair and felt your heart begin to race. At this rate you were going to pass the fuck out before things even got started. How embarrassing would that be?

Your hand was squeezed again, then gently lifted and brought to Eddie's lips. Plump and soft, you watched him press a kiss into the back of your hand. An unfamiliar warmth crept up your body. From your core and straight up into your cheeks. Holy shit. His lips have never touched you before, and fuck now you could only think about all the places you wanted them to touch- aht aht! Get your mind out of the gutter! This was just his way of comforting you, right? A little extra, but that's Eddie in a nutshell. Expect the unexpected.

While you had an internal crisis, the taller man carried on prepping the spot on your shoulder. This is it. The final curtain call. If only you could focus on the looming threat, instead of tunneling in on the second - no, third kiss being placed on your hand. So you scoffed, trying to regain some of your composure. "Jesus, Eddie. I'm not giving birth here."

"Are you sure? 'Cause you're sweating like you're in labor." You shot him a look that said 'just you wait, Munson'. He wasn't getting away with that one. It would have to wait. The man gave you a moment to brace yourself, holding the buzzing instrument just an inch away from your skin. Get it over with. Finally, he pressed down and… wait, this is it?

The sensation did hurt, in a way, but not nearly the way you expected. It was like a dull prick, similar to getting a papercut. Just…on vibrate. And in rapid succession. Out of disbelief you turned your head to look, watching the outline of Eddie's guitar come into shape. The more you looked at the process, the less you worried about all the warnings and clearly over exaggerated stories.

Eddie must have sensed your relief, because it appeared to bring him relief too. He exhaled, relaxing his shoulders and flashing you one of his heart melting smiles. Dimples on full display. "See? I told you it wouldn't be that bad." Yet he still held onto you, and you had no plans on pulling away from him.

The challenging part was where there was shading, and areas that had to be filled in. By now the skin had been pricked and scraped so much it was numb, but going over it again had you tensing up. It was unexplainable, because it did hurt, but that wasn't all. The vibrations were felt in a spot you had hoped to keep uninvolved in this adventure. Your core throbbed, demanding attention and forcing you to question things about yourself. Maybe Eddie wasn't the only 'freak' in this friendship. You were pretty sure he wasn't rock hard during his own tattoo sessions. No, it had to be you. Struggling against the urge to squirm in your seat, just to get some friction against your oversensitive cunt.

Ring-clad fingers rested on your bare thigh, putting a stop to your not-so-subtle shifting. Curse the summer heat and your decision to wear a skirt. A skirt that was now slightly hiked up and exposing enough leg to be considered downright sinful. Sinful, like those thoughts you're having right now.

"-okay? Y/n?"

"Huh?" Your bubble of pervy spiraling popped, bringing you back down to earth.

"I asked if you were okay. You seem pretty squirmy. Is it the blood?" There was blood? Sure enough, the tiniest ruby drops were visible. Just as visible as Eddie's hand higher up your thigh than it was a minute or two ago. The thinnest smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Or is it something else?"

He knows!! You couldn't place how, or when he figured it out, but he must have. The way his fingers flexed, just a twitch away from being under your skirt. Feeling the arousal that left your panties damp - you prayed to whatever deity would listen, that you didn't leave a wet spot when it was time to leave. If the tattoo artist picked up on any of this, he didn't react. A master of minding his own business. He just carried on with the finishing touches and shadings.

The trip back to Eddie's trailer was less conversational. Black Sabbath playing at almost max volume to make up for the silence. What gives? Ever since you both left the tattoo parlor, he's been quiet. Distant. A neck-snapping change from the way he was caressing your thigh earlier. Did you manage to weird him out?

On a good note, the end result of your time in that chair was more than just soiled undergarments. The tattoo was stunning, and you couldn't stop peeking over at your shoulder to look at it with a smile.

"Enjoying the new ink?" The first thing you've heard from him since this car ride started. You had to bite back the snarky response that was locked and loaded on your tongue. The silent treatment offended you more than you were willing to admit.

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I could do that again. Easy."

"Easy for you." He remarked under his breath, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes shifted back to the road, landing on the welcome sign for Forest Hills Trailer Park. Your festering attitude had you almost ready to just go home and sulk, but you were already this far. Plus, you were in no rush to see your parents reaction to your 'new ink'. So when Eddie parked and got out of the van - without even opening your door like he usually would - you begrudgingly followed.

Eddie's uncle was absent, most likely working. Great. One less person to possibly talk to. His uncle was actually quite fond of your friendship with his nephew. Especially with the way everyone else treated him. When he was around, he would talk with you like you were another young rebel he's taken into his home. Like family. Once you were allowed free range to rummage through their kitchenette cabinets for a bowl of cereal, you knew it was official. Maybe he could've clued you in on what was going on with your friend now. The one who was pacing the length of his bedroom, wrenching his hands through his untamed mane.

Something has to give. "What is your damage, Munson?" You were seated on the edge of his bed, propped up on your elbows while you laid back. You saw him stop in his tracks just a couple feet away from you.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry for bein' such a dick, sweetheart. I'm just…" His worn black boots tapped a rapid pattern on the floor. "...struggling right now."

"With what?" Your attitude was dwindling down to actual concern once you realized the turmoil he seemed to be in.

"I can't believe-" The sentence stopped short, probably being swapped out for one that was easier to digest. "I know what was going on back there, uh, while you were being worked on." His eyes glanced over the shiny, inked skin on your shoulder.

Ah. So your fears were confirmed. Someone had finally managed to out-freak the 'freak' and it just had to be you. You sat upright, shamefully keeping your eyes on the floor. Last thing you needed to see was a look of disgust on his face. "I- I didn't know that would happen. I'm sorry you had to see it." Tears welled up in your eyes, defying how much you tried to blink them away. "I guess it was pretty…sick." The word made you shudder. Never imagining that it would be used to describe yourself.

There was more silence, then a shifting. Eddie's boots turned in your direction, the view of them joined by his dark jean-covered (well, the only part of his legs peeking out from the ripped denim) knees lowering onto the floor. "Look at me." It was softly spoken, but the tone was firm. He clearly wasn't asking. You obliged, lifting your face up to meet his. The kneeling made him level with you, eye to eye.

"I didn't think it was sick, Y/n. Don't ever talk about yourself like that again, do you hear me?" His eyebrow raised, disappearing under his bangs. A totally inappropriate time for you to be swooning over that tone he took with you. You enjoyed his scolding, but gave him a nod just to move the topic along.

"Then what is it?" A small whimper shook free from your lips. You were on the verge of sobbing. "What did I do wrong?"

"No no no, sweetheart." He cooed. Seeing your eyes glossed over with tears nearly broke him down. Especially knowing that him and his own faulty actions were the cause. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just- FUCK this is hard."

"Just spit it out!"

"I want you." His jaw was clenched, straining to push his words through his teeth. "No, I have wanted you for a long time. Then all summer you come around in your short skirts and tight little shirts- fine. I could control myself then." Taking a deep breath, he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, taking it into his mouth to chew at the corner. "But today.. seeing you so turned on." He palmed at the tent in his jeans, adjusting himself for comfort. No doubt he was straining against the zipper. "All I could think about was fucking you right then and there. My hand around that pretty throat… or pinching those hard nipples…"

Someone in the clouds must've heard your silent prayers. Looked over your shoulder as you childishly doodled Eddie's name in your journal, and aligned the stars to bring you here. Where your jaw was hanging, drying out your mouth enough to make you cough. Fuck. The feeling was mutual. Every night you've spent bringing yourself to climax with his name on your lips, he was probably right here doing the same. Milking his cock to the thought of you.

He wasn't done with his confession. Just paused to let it sink in. "I've been holding back because I didn't want to ruin anything or scare you away. I don't want to lose you."

That was the culprit. Sexual frustration.

Emboldened by the knowledge that your feelings were actually shared, you looked up at him. His brown doe eyes torn between wanting to glare and wanting to cry. "You'll never lose me. I mean, come on. I got your guitar tatted on me. I might as well write your name in bold print across my tits. Would that be obvious enough?"

The metalhead was too stunned to speak. So you carried on, reaching for his left hand that was resting on his thigh. "I wanted you on my body. Where the whole world could see." He didn't resist as you lifted his hand up to your neck, guiding his fingers to wrap around as much of it as he could. "I want you to leave your mark on me, Eddie."

A darkness washed over his face, and it almost scared you, but excited you at the same time. His grip tightened, squeezing the sides of your neck so he wouldn't damage your windpipe. Thank god, he kept his rings on. The way they pushed into your skin made your eyelids flutter. Soon he was standing, pulling you up with him until you both stood at the foot of his bed.

"Are you sure? About this?"

You nod, not wanting to strain yourself against his hand. Once he got that confirmation his lips were on you. Crashing into your jaw, your cheek, your collarbone, and finally landing on your lips. He was making up for lost time. All these months you've spent stupidly avoiding these feelings, when he could've been doing this. You yelped weakly, feeling his teeth graze and nip along your bare shoulder (the one that wasn't tatted). Each bite had your thighs trembling.

Clothes were such a nuisance, and Eddie shared your desire to be rid of them. Only releasing your neck so he could strip himself naked while you did the same. He was so eager, he had to stop himself from just shredding the material and ripping it right off of you. His hands roughly groped every bit of skin you uncovered, even pinching in certain areas. Your ass, for example.

The sharp pain was gone as soon as you felt it, which had you frowning. You wanted the sensation to last. To feel that consistent sting, like when you were getting tattooed. "Mm, smack it." You said between desperate whines, backing your ass into the palm of his hand.

He obliged, giving the right cheek a hard smack. It sent a ripple of movement through your ass, making him suck in a deep breath. "It's so soft, and jiggly." Another smack came down, on the left cheek. Swift and hard. He smoothed his hand over the impacted spot, massaging out the ache and spreading your cheeks. "I don't know if I want you over my knee, or on my face."

Both options were sure to drive you insane in the best way possible. But the mental image of being over his knee, made your thighs clench. Your Eddie, holding you down while he spanks your ass till you're blue and purple. "O-over your knee sounds uh- I'd like that. I think."

The bed creaked under Eddie's weight as he sat, patting his bare thigh. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It's now or never, Y/n. So you did as instructed, and laid yourself over his thighs. Your ass exposed fully to him. Boy was he about to take full advantage of that. Roaming the full expanse of your rump with his right hand. Occasionally he let the tips of his fingers brush over your pussy, making you jump and clench around nothing. Spreading your arousal across your inner thighs. It was so soft, you almost forgot about what was coming.

Smack!!

The sound of his hand coming down on your ass filled your ears. The impact brings just the right amount of pain to make you bite down on your lower lip, stifling a moan. His own exhale coming from above you as he felt you spill onto his leg. A ragged breath that played along the edges of being a growl. Your skin came alive under his palms. Bruising so perfectly. Two more slaps followed before he gave you a break.

"You're doing sooo good, sweetheart." Eddie massaged the tender skin, cooing into your ear. The coldness of his rings slightly soothed the heated stinging. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you have never felt better. His fingers dipped between your thighs, finding your sensitive nub and rubbing it in small circles. "You're already this wet just from getting spanked?"

All you could manage was an 'mmhm', embarrassment clear on your face. This was all uncharted territory. New feelings all colliding and coming forth at the same time. There was so much to adjust to. Including the finger being spontaneously pushed inside you.

"Ohhh Y/n-" Your wetness made it so his finger met no resistance. Pushing into you until his ring kissed your folds. "I can feel you clenching. M'gonna make you feel good. Okay?" High on pleasure, you thought to reply something like "I've been feeling good this entire time" - good in all the most twisted ways. Only Eddie could find a way to make this better than it already was.

And he does.

He joins his index finger with his middle, fucking them into you slowly. Deeply. Marveling at the way you seemed to suck him in. It was fire and ice. Salty and sweet. Two totally different sensations mixing into something you just couldn't get enough of. Your hips (practically with a mind of their own) push back into him, begging for more. "Eddiiie.. please, I-"

Smack!!

This time you cried out, digging your nails into your palms. Little crescent shaped indents forming in the skin. Pins and needles biting at your backside; you were practically going numb. It made you hot, knowing that for a while you would have to think of him whenever you sat down. Eddie's fingers curled inside you, playing with the spongy spot that had you moaning and drooling like an absolute fool. Fucked dumb, and he hasn't even touched you with his cock yet.

Your high was overwhelming. A constant push and pull, as he kept you just on the edge of release. "E-Eddie! Mmph, pleaase.. Ineedit- I need to cum so bad.. Please!" Babbling through tears and saliva. There was no more room for shame if it meant you could cross the finish line. Besides, you feel the way his cock jumped when you begged him to let you cum. With more mercy than any deities would have granted you, he gave you his thumb. Using it to rub your clit like he wanted to erase it from existence. To finally put the nail in your coffin and ruin you for anyone else that might try to take his place afterwards. You reached your peak. To him, it was beautiful. You were beautiful.

The sobs were close to full-blown wailing now, and that's what pulled him back down to earth. Immediately regretting how rough he might've been with you. He quickly turned you over and settled you evenly on his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on your ass. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, hiding under the soft veil of his hair.

It looked painful, the way your body shook and you were certain there would be snot smeared where you pressed your face. But it wasn't from the pain. It was a release. Everything you've tucked away, bit down, and pushed aside. Forced out of you like a virus. You felt cured. Emotionally overwhelmed, sure, but you felt empty in the best way. Like a clean slate. Eddie was rubbing your back, kissing apologies into your hair. A bit of panic rose in him, but he didn't want to freak you out even more. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I should've taken it easier on you. Does it- are you really hurt? What do I do?" He may have exaggerated parts of his sexual history when he told them to you. Not virginal, but not as on-top-of-things as he led on. It was stupid. He just wanted you to think he was better than those previous guys that left you unsatisfied.

You shook your head. Yep. Definitely smearing snot on him. "M'okay. It felt really good. I'm just… that was a lot." You were simmering down to hiccups and sniffles, which Eddie mentally kicked himself for finding adorable. "So." He spoke up, still holding you against him. "Got me branded on you, huh?"

You replied with a soft "mmhm."

"So does that make you…mine?"

Your chest fell with a sigh, raising your hand up to touch his chest. Feeling the way his heart thumped beneath your palm. "I was always yours, Eddie. You just didn’t know it yet."

Nothing else was said for a bit. Just the two of you recovering in comfortable silence.

"Guess I have to make my own appointment now. I want everyone to know I'm yours too."

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✯A/N: I've been working on fics from a lot of my own ideas, but I'd also love to try some ideas from other people, so feel free to leave some in my Ask/inbox. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated ♡

Ao3, Masterlist, more links coming soon...

[respectthepetty]

Just had to leave this here to unload. Moonlight Chicken is really messing with my anxiety levels. Everything in this episode was too real, too hard, too tense, too much. By the end I was exhausted. The scene with Heart and his parents broke my heart. The scene with Wen and Alan in the restaurant was way too real. The different types of heartbreak and sorrow in this show...

Anyway... just had to let it out. Hope you don't mind. Thanks.

(on a side note, I will throw things if LiMing and Heart kiss before TinnGun. which is almost certain at this point.)

@nothingsbetterthancoffee, I wrote about the possibility of a Li Ming and Heart kiss, but since you mentioned Tinn and Gun, I really like that My School President had the band lose. I like the lesson that sometimes even when we try our best, we fail. I like a show set in a high school teaching the youth that sometimes, your best isn't good enough.

And that's okay.

This is the same reason I love Moonlight Chicken, and, like you, I find it exhausting. In the QL world, I like my characters to exist outside of reality where there is no homophobia, where everyone gets what they want, and where there are only happily ever afters.

Moonlight Chicken isn't giving us any of that. It has traces of homophobia (internalized and externally), not everyone is going to get what they want, and not everyone is going to end up riding off into the sunset with their soulmate. It's harsh, but just like My School President, sometimes our best isn't good enough.

We've all been guessing for the past week what Alan could have done that pushed Wen away. We found out today, he stayed exactly the same.

People change. If they don't change together, their differences are spotlighted. Nobody does anything wrong. People just grow apart. The Taiwanese BL Plus and Minus had a storyline like this, and people HATED it. It's too true to reality. But it's something people need to see.

Heartbreak is unavoidable. Sometimes there is nothing we can do to stop it. Sometimes, even if we do our best, we will still get our hearts broken. But what this show is also giving us is the love between found family. Wen calls Gong. Saleng goes to Jim. Gaipa gives the deed to Jim. Even when our hearts are breaking, it's the family that we make who support us.

And sometimes that family can include the people who once broke our hearts.

That's the beauty of love. It can be found in many shapes and many ways. It doesn't just end when a relationship does. Jim allowed his love to turn into a wall, but his found family will show him that his love has been a shelter to all of them, and he has made a home with them.

Jim might not be real, but his heartbreak is, so remember to treat people with kindness. And Keep Calm. Eat Chicken. Unless you are Catholic, then don't do it today.

Oh, and if you ever have a kid who is deaf, learn sign language before THREE YEARS!

Susu!

[that-one-gay-writer1227]

30 Day Writing Challenge: day two, hanging out.

a/n, Hey everyone, so I wrote this in the form of headcanons simply because i feel like it was easier for me, plus i've had a pretty busy day. I just wanted to add really quick, my inbox is open for requests. I'll have a separate post that has the details of what I will, and won't write. I apologize for the length of the drabble at the end, i was kind of rushed today since I didn't want to miss day two of my goal lol. I appreciate the time you took to read my post, thank you and enjoy your day/evening :>

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hanging out with xiao would entail:

for starters i believe he would rather spend time together one on one, regardless of dating or not. he's one of the most introverted out of the entire genshin crew so it'd be pretty difficult and rare to drag him out somewhere bustling with people. 

that bein said, if you two have known each other long enough and he's sure that 1: you'd be safe should something happen, and 2: he knew exactly where and when of each little detail, then you'd be able to take him somewhere semi- crowded. 

as much as he hates to admit it, the only crowded place he really enjoys would be the lantern rite, but only if you're there too. he wouldn't want to go alone given he claims he "isn't interested in mortal things". something about getting to spend time watching fireworks with you is incredibly enticing to him because of how radiently stunning he thinks you look under the glow of the faux stars.

xiao would probably take a while before he got to this point though. he hasnt had many human interactions before and would be insecure in his ability to keep up conversastions (though there's no way in hell that he'd admit to this), so the first  few times would definately be you suggesting hanging out to him, to which he will hesitantly-but-happily accept.

I feel like he really likes walking with you, especially at night when the air is gently breezy, but not overly cold, and when the least amount of people are out. 

most of the time will feel like a comfortable silence until he's a little more confident in his communication. He doesn't want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable by making it seem like he's in a bad mood. 

bro, he really does like you. it's something that took time for him to realize. from the first moment meeting you, till the moment you two got together, he would always get butterflies just by hearing your voice and not fully understand why you made him feel that way.

if you look really closely, he drops little hints when he wants to hang out. letting you know he's not busy, asking what you're doing during so-and-so day, asking if you enjoy this activity or that activity.

though if you ask, he would brush it off with a "nothing" and keep about his day, silencing the urge to ask if you two could spend some time together. 

the first time you and him went out was a slightly chilled evening in late fall. the leaves had just turned colors, and the air smelt like sharp and crispy fallen leaves.

you decided you wanted to make things a little interesting by hiding in a leaf pile when he went to go check something out just up the road.

poor boy, he was beyond frantic. he almost never lets anything past him. ever. he's a friggen yaksha for archon's sake. he is aware of everything all the time. but being around you, he felt dazed and clumsy.

        Xiao was panicking at this point. Almost twenty minutes had passed and he still couldn't find you. He's run up and down the road looking for any signs of you. Outwardly he just looks out of it, completely unfazed but rushed, tough internally he's absolutely screaming at himself for losing you. What if you were dying? What if someone took you? Who took you? How would he get you back? Slowly his thoughts started eating at him, and for the first time in a long time he felt the urge to cry. He choked it back the best he could, only a tear or two escaping him before he made it back to where you both left off on the trail. 

         Once you saw his emotional state, you immediately knew the joke was over. A small twinge of guilt settling in your stomach. The sun was beginning to set and you peeped your head out of the leaf pile. His back turned away from you, he was startled to hear a small "hey" from behind him. He snapped around ready to kick ass, to get his newfound friend back. He looked confused for a moment when his gaze met you, slightly pink from holding back so many tears. 

        "Hey. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" Easily he interrupted you by leaning down and giving you a rediculously tight hug. He sat there for a moment, just holding you. Although you two had only known each other for a few months, the idea of you just being gone, scared the living hell out of him. As he began dissipating his fears that you were in a ditch, or cage, or at the bottom of the ocean, His grip on you tightened momentarily before letting you go.

        "Don't ever do that again...I can't lose you too." The last part evaded you, given it was just below a whisper. You responded with agreement, letting him know you weren't going to leave him.

        For only a moment, his face seemed to host some form of relief and joy that you were ok with. Though it quickly changed to one of slight annoyance the moment he realized that the whole reason you were missing was that you were hiding from him sense you thought it was 'funny'. 

He took a deep breath, a light pink dusting his cheeks, sighing as he exhaled. Closing his eyes, realizing just how deep he truly felt for you. Xiao reached for one more hug despite his frustration with your joke and spoke up, a gentle smile hidden to you, playing on his lips. "You humans are such a handful." 

[r0yalgrimm-artz]

The little shit bags- I mean darling cherubs💕

I never intended on making designs of Chazz and Kore's little crotch goblins. But uh here we are.

((Bonus: Ekou with snazzy sunglasses))

Tbh I'm impressed how I have the energy to sketch all three designs, so either it's a sign I'm gonna burn out soon or what 💀

Anyways the kids.

Kenji: Fucking whore. Jk. Kinda. Big momma's boy, kinda had beef with Chazz for a little while when Kore and Chazz were separated for two years during his childhood years, but he speaks to Chazz more often now and has a better relationship with him. Literally is the embodiment of a gifted and intelligent student now is a severely burnt out and tired moody bitch. Has more fucking break ups because he literally doesn't fucking understand relationships well and has a lot of inner problems with himself. Eventually gets better, working on himself. Massive bipolar disorder. Is an asshole because...literally he is one, not because of his bipolar. Very confrontational and argumentative when he is being accused for shit he has never done. Can't see Duel spirits, but can hear them?? Assumed he was just hearing things. Also a big lover of dueling. Very competitive but can be hella petty if he loses. Hates the smell of hospitals and medial equipment, it makes him physically ill and very anxious (lore related lmao).

Himari: Resting bitch face 24/7, is genuinely very sweet and shy. Is she glaring at you from across the room in a terrifying manner?? Oh don't worry she's squinting her eyes trying to read the board behind you. Very passive, rarely loses her temper. Has the fucking literal patience of a Saint. Unless you catch her on a bad day and you set her off, don't be surprised if you find yourself smacked through the wall. Works out a lot, mainly to distract herself or pass time originally. Plus used to have trouble with carrying heavy shit due to her previous weak and frail physique, so wanted to be able to carry shit better (cough also to impress this crush she has on a girl cough). Loves to dress feminine and girly, tries to style her outfits a lot. Literal daddy's girl, yet gets embarrassed and shy when Chazz is kicking off with some kids or parents who might be mean or accusing Himari, and she has to physically remove him before she dies of embarrassment. Literally loves her dad but at times think he might go overboard, hence why she talks to her mom about certain issues and probably dating advice (don't even fucking say anything you seen that episode with Chazz tryna Duel Alexis to be his girlfriend, you should know why). Let's her emotions out when it comes to dueling, especially with how frustrated she gets or angry. Literally considered her Duel monsters her friends during her childhood due to lack of friends, only to look back and cringe. Doesn't realise her Duel spirits watch over her a lot and try to protect her.

Ekou: Accidental child. Literally was not fucking planned, he came as a fucking surprise. Yet was the most chill and easiest of the three to raise. Kinda. Despite how he was always found in odd places he shouldn't have been in. Definition of...that one weird kid in class you don't talk to but he is surprisingly chill af. Comes out with the most horrific and outlandish shit at times that everyone fucking turns and side eyes massively. Also, comes out with useless trivia about probably classic horror movie or slasher movies, adds nothing to the conversation. He just enjoys the cheesy block buster campy slashers and horror movies, no matter how dumb or ridiculous they are, he gets a laugh out of it. Also, attracts a lot of the evil and bad shit a lot. Like Jaden 2.0, yet no fucking idea why. Ekou tends to find himself in what seems to be friendly little duels only for it to be duels where he nearly dies (specifically these happen during his mid to late teens). At this point he's not phased anymore he's more so expecting it and is like "so what is it today, three monkeys trying to disguise as a man while standing on one another or some giant bulking cloaked mysterious man who threatens my friends and loved ones?" He just at this point tries walking away to avoid it yet his ass gets dragged in. Surprisingly fucking smart, he just can't be bothered to do the homework he gets given. Definitely collects magical girl figures. Mainly cause he finds them cute and adorable. Also owns a pet fucking fat tailed gecko he absolutely cherishes and adores. Takes care of it a lot, legit carries it everywhere with him, she just chills on his shoulder, in his jacket or on his head. However, like his dad, he can actually see Duel spirits. It kinda just happened one day when he was like five and he got startled when his duel monster was chilling next to him in bed. Actually treats his duel monsters well, talks to them a lot which...alarms people assuming he is just talking to himself. Also wears snazzy fucking sunglasses cause why not.

Will I ever post more about them? Probably not- I'll probably focus on the current cast etc. Unless I do post more about them then shoot me dead pls.

[beloveddawn-blog]

Sun Haven short fic

Zari and Helios faff, brought to you by my brother commenting that we have VERY different angels...

“Here.” Lucia said, handing them the parchment. “It’s a decree of peace for Withergate. Please bring it to King Minos.”

Helios took it with a grave nod, glancing down at it before looking back up at the archmage. “It shall be done. I will do all I can to protect Sun Haven.”

Zari leaned over his shoulder to look, propping her chin on his pauldron. He had elected to wear his armour today, as a sign of respect for King Minos. He certainly didn’t feel any less respect for Lucia, so he had kept it on. His friend, however…

“Ooh, you have such nice handwriting! It looks so pretty!” She was enthusiastic and complimentary, but Zari may as well be allergic to formality.

Lucia smiled and thanked her, but Helios rolled his eyes. Zari knew, even though she couldn’t even see his eyes, and he could feel the vibrations of her giggle through his armour.

They took their leave then, and Helios couldn’t help but whisper-hiss at her, “We are very different angels.”

“Oh, I know.” Zari replied sunnily, saluting him with a golden pomegranate before chowing down on it. “But to be fair, if I was at all interested in gentility or Divine Purpose I’d have stayed in the Heavenscape. Oh, and you can find the pomegranates in Catharine’s garden today, if you want one.”

“Thanks.” He replied, ducking sideways to grab one for himself. Zari lingered by the gate, obviously waiting for him, so he joined back up with her on the way back to the farm. “You say that, yet you’re really involved in saving Sun Haven.” He opened, looking to see what she wanted to talk about.

She shrugged. “I live here, I like it here, and it’s fun. Plus it’s what I chose to do, not what everyone says I’m destined to do. Some even say I’m destined to fail! I cannot wait to see their faces when we triumph!” Her grin was just a little too sharp to be gleeful… But Helios got that. He felt the same way a lot of the time.

“What about you?” She continued, and he smirked. It seemed prying into his own past was the game of the day. Which was fine, it wasn’t a secret.

“The Heavenscape is too calm.” He replied with a shrug. “You know how I am. You’ve seen Helios Incorporated. I like to be doing things, not just waiting for them to happen to me.”

Not a secret, just boring.

Zari made an accepting humming noise. “That’s true.” She replied. “Most angels aren’t as industrious as you, for sure. I’m glad you’re happy, but it’s not for everyone.”

He laughed at her careful emphasis. “Not everyone is gonna think you’re wonderful, Zari. And if you wanted Miyeon’s father not to consider you a ‘bad influence’, maybe you shouldn’t have called him a dick to his face.”

“He is a dick.” She replied, rolling her eyes. “I regret nothing. And if he thinks I’m a bad influence now, he has no idea what’s coming his way!”

He shot her an unimpressed glare. “Do not get that kid in trouble, Zari. I mean it! She’s too sweet to cope with your sort of chaos right now.”

She huffed at him, pouting. “I wouldn’t do that!” He raised an eyebrow and she sputtered in indignation. “I would not.”

“You don’t always mean to, true.” He pointed out, slightly more gently. “But you do keep losing the elemental.”

“That was ONE TIME!” She screeched, bopping his arm and laughing.

“That was three times LAST WEEK.” He rebutted, and she rolled her eyes again.

“In my defence, we’ve lived here for over two years now. I didn’t realize she’d need directions to the train station! And I have no idea why she thought the griffon would take her to Withergate, the griffon has never taken us to Withergate!”

“Are we talking about the same Char right now? Because I honestly wasn’t surprised by either of those and am instead surprised that you were.”