#which by the way. is a five pebbles song to me

[vantekoos]

Thought of a cute yet angst kind of drabble so here it is!

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Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: angst, smut

Word Count: idk I forgor 💀

Summary: Jungkook made you mad so what's better than trying to communicate with his girlfriend? Bringing a huge boombox to her house to beg for her forgiveness.

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Okay. You have to admit.

Maybe you were being a little bit extra with what's going on, but who can blame you?

Your boyfriend of five years wasn't exactly ugly and you were a little insecure with how any woman throws themselves on him. So when you both went on a date weekend to the movies and he did absolutely nothing to stop his ex from hugging him and flirting, it irked you a little.

Well, a lot.

Enough to argue with him the whole ride home and block him on everything because he doesn't see his wrongs.

However, Jungkook did manage to find ways to try to talk to you by making fake accounts and stealing his friend's phones to text you.

You just needed space for a bit and that was okay, right?

Wrong.

So wrong because you missed him so much.

His smile.

His laugh.

The way he treated you like a princess out in public and in bed.

Because of your actions, you had to suffer the consequences.

Beside your bed was your newly charged vibrator that you bought before your fight with Jungkook so he could use it on you.

Before you have a chance to even think of using it, a knock is heard at your window along with two thumps that sound like pebbles. Your brows furrow when you leave bed to look outside your window to see your boyfriend standing outside.

"What are you doing?" You sigh when you open your window.

Jungkook looked tired and confused, but he had to get you back in his good graces. He brought flowers, candy, and a huge boom box sitting on the grass.

"I'm sorry baby. I've tried to call you and do everything but you got so mad at me-" he rambles before sighing loudly.

This was killing him to fight with you and it breaks his heart.

"I got mad because you let your ex hug you and flirt with you while we were together," You state rather bluntly. Thinking about the fight made you upset again.

"Baby, look. I love you and only you. No one else!" Jungkook tells her desperately.

Of course, you were convinced, but who knows if he'll do it again.

You cross your arms and sigh at his excuses.

Though, Jungkook wasn't done.

He places the flowers and candy on the ground before picking up the boombox and pressing play. He holds the boombox over his head and you could tell that he was nervous.

Playing on the boom box was Breaking My Heart By Mint Condition which had to be a song you two would always love to sing together.

You couldn't help but bite a laugh back and cover your smile.

It's cute because he most likely saw this in a movie or had the idea from a friend. You look down the street to see if your neighbors could hear and sure enough, their porch lights were turning on with the dogs beginning to bark from how loud it was.

You couldn't hold back your laugh anymore and broke from the serious glare you gave him.

"Jungkook, turn it off," you chuckle but Jungkook persists.

"Forgive me then."

Oh, he was insane.

"You're forgiven! Now come in before the cops get here," you shoo him over to you with a grin on your face. He turns the boom box off and grabs the flowers and candy before heading to the front door.

You welcome him inside with a soft kiss to his lips almost as if you've been craving his touch. He drops his bags to the ground with a loud thud before engulfing you in his embrace.

"You missed me a lot, didn't you?" He mumbles against her lips, pushing her back to her room to lay her on the bed. He doesn't even wait to tear apart his shirt, grabbing your hand so you could feel his chest.

"Shut up," you roll your eyes with a chuckle to follow. You sit enough to pull your shirt off so Jungkook can take off your bra for you.

One thing about Jungkook was that he loved your boobs.

He leans down to latch his lips along your nipple. sucking and nipping your mounds while he sneaks his hand lower down your stomach, getting closer to your pussy.

He pushes past your panties and rolls his fingertips through your lower lips. You couldn't help but release a sweet moan of his name in a whisper.

“Don’t tease me,” you whisper but he didn’t really care to listen. You made him suffer for a whole week. He was going to do whatever he wanted with you.

He trails his tongue from her nipple to her neck, biting her skin at her neck enough to leave a purple hue on her skin. He knew how much you liked to be known to other girls as his girlfriend so why not mark you up?

He presses his fingers to her clit, rubbing slow circles against her sensitive pussy just to get her wet enough for him. He needed to fuck her tonight. He craved it.

“How should I have you tonight?” He whisper before sliding his hand from her pussy to taste her on his fingers.

His eyes shift to the nightstand that held the vibrator and it was like a light bulb when off in his filthy mind. “Get undressed,” he pats her thigh before leaving the bed to take his pants off.

You didn’t waste any time pulling off your pajama pants to be left completely bare for him in the bed. How was he going to have you tonight?

Cowgirl?

Missionary?

Doggy?

Fuck, you needed him asap.

You reach down to touch your sensitive bud, rolling your fingers slow enough to get any satisfaction from this wait.

Jungkook tosses his boxers and pants on the ground and prys your legs open when he kneels between your legs. His dick was hard, long, and curved that you knew you wouldn’t last.

He grabs the base of his dick and spits on his length to rub it along his length.

“Come on,” you sigh, grabbing your boob with one hand.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip and alines himself to you before sliding in slowly.

A moan of content is shared when he rolls his hips in and out. His brows are furrowed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth when he finds his rhythm that you both loved.

“Grab the vibrator,” he instructs, but that addition would make you fall even more apart.

You whine and grab the toy, turning it on medium before pressing it to your clit. You squirm a bit in his hold, clenching onto his length at the new sensation,

“Oh baby…” you cry.

“Feels good Hm?” He grins. God, he was deep. Enough to hit that sweet tender spot over and over again to make you see stars.

And Jungkook seemed to feel the same when his thrusts grow sloppy and his breathing grew quicker. The vibrator was tosses to the ground when you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close, gripping the bedsheets when you finally climax.

“Oh fuck!” You squeal before exhaling in relief from cumming.

Jungkook slows his hips until he comes to an abrupt stop, having him groan from his throat when he cums. His body was sweaty but he wore a smile on his face nethertheless.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m so sorry for everything,” you apologize softly.

“Don’t be sorry. I won’t hurt you like that again,” he shakes his head.

He leaves the bed to start a bath, but you couldn’t help but to think how lucky you were to have a crazy yet romantic boyfriend who would get a boom box to win his girlfriend back.

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I couldn’t figure out how to end it but all well! This isn’t my best so best with me💀

Exciting news! I graduated college and I’m going to grad school now (yay harder school)

I will be around during the summer so more drabbles in the future

[wooahaes]

penguin mugs

pairing: non-idol!joshua x gn!reader

prompt: chocolate

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: food (hot chocolate) consumption! also i didnt proofread this at all. penguin mugs in october :)

daisy’s notes: i learned penguin facts for this. did you know penguins are rly romantic :(

“Baby, it isn’t even winter yet. Why are you bringing out the penguin mugs?”

Joshua had woken up to the smell of hot chocolate in the air, and knew that the apartment was definitely cold if you were awake at five in the morning. Which meant that he needed to trudge out of bed to go check on you considering you didn’t need to get ready for work for at least another hour, and that hour had an alternative usage called cuddling with your kind-of-cold boyfriend. He already had an argument worked out and everything, and maybe the entirety of it would consist of gentle pecks onto your neck and a soft “our bed is warmer” to try and entice you. He expected to find you standing over the stove with milk in a small pot, stirring it to heat it up as you waited.

He didn’t expect to find you staring intensely at the penguin mugs that you specifically saved for December-through-February. Sometimes until March if you were lucky, because you claimed they were “very much for winter months only.” The santa hat and scarf dictated that, and who was he to go against your very sound (and very cute) logic?

“It’s October,” you said with a slight pout. “But I want my penguins...”

Joshua chuckled, crossing the kitchen to wrap his arms around you. “You can use the penguins. The penguin police aren’t going to get you.”

You groaned, setting the mug aside to stir the hot chocolate. “It’s too early to tease me.”

He hummed thoughtfully over the sentiment before pressing a kiss against your neck. “Is it, though?”

You rolled your eyes, continuing to stir. “If you keep bullying me, I’m gonna drink all of this by myself.”

“You won’t,” Joshua smiled against your skin. “You got sick from all the sugar last time you tried it.”

Curse your boyfriend and his ability to remember all the times he had to nurse you back to health after you did something dumb. “You’re lucky I love you.”

He chuckled once more. “I am. But I already knew that,” he squeezed his arms around you a little, snuggling in. “I love you and your hot chocolate, even when you’re using the penguin mugs early. I,” he nuzzled your neck, “might bring you a smooth pebble one day.”

You snorted in response, immediately raising a hand to cover your mouth. “Are you gonna be my mate, Joshy?”

I already am, aren’t I? He kissed your neck again, and you just... knew. “Did you know,” he started, leaving a long enough pause between it to build suspense, “that penguins dance when they see someone they love? And they’ll sing to them? And those songs are usually pretty unique...”

“Are you trying to seduce me with penguin facts?”

“Is it working?” He hugged you tighter. “I think I’d be a good penguin mate. I already serenade you.”

He could feel you already cracking up, the tiny little jolts as you tried to keep calm. Then he heard you sing, voice quiet and slightly strained from lingering sleep, “Sunday morning, rain is falling--”

“Aw, baby... Are you trying to penguin-romance me?” Joshua giggled against your shoulder, light and airy, but still so full of love. He was just sleepy enough to tease you more, too, with a sing-song-y “It’s wooorkiiiing...”

“If you want mini marshmallows, you’re going to have to get them down.”

Reluctantly, Joshua unwound his arms from you as he stepped away to fetch them. Maybe he’d bring you home a smooth pebble sometime, just to see your reaction.

“Hey, Josh?” You looked up. “I love you.”

He made his way back to you, slanting his lips against your own for a quick kiss. “I love you, too,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. “Let’s go cuddle where it’s warmer, okay?”

He’d say it again when the two of you were cuddled up on your couch, enjoying the morning’s quiet. And again, when you had to leave before him to head to work. And again when he swung by to drop off your lunch, and again when he kissed you upon coming home again.

(And maybe he’d say it again in the way he teased you with another little “Sunday morning, rain is falling” against your skin when you were already nodding off before him that night. Just to keep saying it so you knew.)

general taglist: @wonuziex​ @twancingyunhao​

[amerricanartwork]

Hello hello! For the little rw questionnaire, how about 7 and/or 17? :]

I'm so sorry this took so long to get around to, but thank you for the questions Ghost! As always, here's the original questionnaire for reference, and here we go!

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7. What is your favorite song from the soundtrack?

I've already answered this one with "Pictures of the Past" and "The Cycle", so I'd suggest just checking that post out for an explanation of those. But here, I figured I'd go into some other tracks I like! Just a forewarning, I actually haven't listened to the entire soundtrack much outside of when tracks play in-game, so I might have a bit of a limited perspective.

Also, another preface, most of the music I enjoy in general is usually not just because I think it's catchy, but because it's unique sounding in some way, and more importantly because I think it does a really good job of painting a particular image in my head and/or capturing a certain idea. Most of my answers here will have that factored in.

But anyway, first up, when it comes to soundtrack songs I like to listen to in-and-of themselves, "Floes" always comes to my mind first! I just love how it opens with these long, beautiful, melancholy strings before the synth-y beat kicks in. It's just so cool-sounding, and really captures that vibe of stepping into this dark and mysterious, yet once holy and important citadel. I always love hearing it when going across the bridges in Shaded Citadel, and I think it's honestly such a great way to introduce the region when you first travel over the lighter bridge after Shoreline, then enter the darker depths.

Next, threat themes! My favorite of these so far is the Pipeyard theme! It's super catchy, even just the percussion parts on their own, and it definitely captures that feeling of a spear-filled battle with a strange creature in this land of rusted metal. The synth is really what gets me here, because that part alone almost gives the vibe that I'm battling some ancient piece of advanced technology, or some old godlike being that's starting to transcend my comprehension of it. It's such an odd melody, which makes it stand out a lot, so even though the Pipeyard theme isn't thematically that special to me, it's super iconic and fun to listen to!

Then there's the Waterfront Facility threat theme, which comes at a close second for having greater thematic connections while still being catchy! As much as I don't like the region nor its eventual result of Shoreline, ever since I realized the Precipice was the bridge connecting Pebbles to Moon and the big structures in Shoreline were its broken remnants, I've found this region really cool conceptually, and I think its threat theme captures that best! I love how it has the same melody as the Shoreline threat theme, yet has that more bass-heavy, more technological echo to it, which is fitting since it exists when Moon hasn't yet collapsed. It's just really cool in my opinion!

Next is the Chimney Canopy threat theme actually, which is honestly just cool all-around! The arpeggios super catchy of course, and they're unique in how they sound both like something tumbling down from a high place (perhaps rocks slipping as slugcat climbs the smokestacks) and like someone climbing higher and higher into the sky. But honestly, what draws me to this song is the hissing noises in the background, which always remind me of smoke and gas being blown out of machines. It never fails to remind me of how cool Chimney Canopy always seemed to me conceptually — this high-up place right next to Five Pebbles's superstructure, filled with who knows what kinds of smoke and fumes clouding the air. And of course, the hissing gas chambers of vultures soaring above, who are still my favorite creatures in the game! As much as I've grown to dislike traversing Chimney Canopy, I can't deny it's always caught my eye, and its threat theme perfectly captures why!

Finally is the Outer Expanse threat theme, which also reminds me of the region's cool concept! Something I never really noticed until Outer Expanse was the major lack of legitimate/normal trees in the regions. Sure, there's all kinds of flora around, but nothing I'd call a "tree" (except maybe those funky blue plants in Sky Islands). That being said, the presence of trees in Outer Expanse makes me feel it's perhaps the only true "forest" in Rain World, and with the unique wet and sylvan-sounds of its threat theme, it really sells that rainforest vibe well! Sunken Pier is also amazing with the low waves, which really sell the dark, dank, moist, overgrown atmosphere the subregion probably has.

So yeah, for now, "Floes" is my favorite standalone track (besides the ones I mentioned before), and the Pipeyard, Waterfront Facility, and Outer Expanse ones are my favorite of the threat themes! Some honorable mentions also include: "Garbage City Shuffle" for being really catchy and conveying that feeling of slugcats and scavengers starting to form new civilizations from the remains of the old ones, "Lost City" for sounding just like a lament for the dead Metropolis city, "Ascent" for being such a magical intro to the scary, yet beautiful depths of Submerged Superstructure, "Halcyon Memories" for being chill yet packed with so many narrative feels and somehow being really wistful and loving at the same time, and the Sky Islands threat theme for having really iconic radio noises that add to the theme of the region being a center for iterator communications!

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17. Do you prefer to fight other creatures or sneak past them?

Finally a question I can give a (relatively) short answer for! It really depends on what mood I'm in though.

Generally speaking, now that I've gotten good enough at the game to not die constantly, I actually have like fighting most other creatures, especially vultures, and I find it pretty fun! Though there are still a lot of things I won't mess with as of now: red lizards and red centipedes because of their sheer speed and one-hit-kill attacks, Miros birds because their habitats and tendency to travel in groups makes successfully fighting them pretty much impossible in almost all instances where I encounter them, Miros vultures because besides also appearing in very sub-optimal situations they're just scary and broken (seriously, what genius Ancient thought this bird needed the power to shoot laser-targeted bombs from its mouth???), inspectors because their aim is too good and I don't have very good maneuverability in zero-gravity, scavengers because they have too good aim and are often too numerous so I'm scared of actively making enemies with them, and leviathans because no.

But otherwise, I like stabbing lizards of all shapes, sizes, and colors, will gladly duel a vulture or king vulture anytime, I like stabbing monster kelp and pole plants (especially since they give food as Spearmaster!), will try my best to dispatch centipedes when they're being annoying and blocking paths, and out of general impatience I often find myself resorting to good ol' violence when creatures are just being annoying or inconvenient.

However, if I have slugpups with me, need to transport something and/or travel somewhere specific, or are low on Karma during an expedition, or are otherwise just trying to accomplish something non-violence-related, I try my best to (often very un-sneakily) run past them. And of course, if I've died multiple times in a row and just wanna stop dying for once, I'll avoid fights when I can to get a break.

[delta-orionis]

Tuesday Again No Problem 4/2/24

I feel like this is one of those weeks where I was extremely busy but accomplished very little...

Listening

Earlier this week I felt compelled to go back and listen to some of the songs by AURORA that were featured in that Sky: Children of the Light concert from a while ago.

This song in particular is one that I'd love to create a music video for if I had the skill or patience.

Because I have Rain World on the brain, it brings to mind a slugcat (Survivor and Monk in particular) who are just focused on survival but slowly start to become aware of exactly why the world around them functions the way it does.

Watching

My Well There's Your Problem marathon continues. The most recent episode I listened to was this one about the Y2K Bug:

(Again, it's kind of cheating for me to put a podcast with slides in the watching section, but I haven't really been watching anything else...)

Reading

Fallow this week.

Playing

I'm back to playing Rain World.

I was putting off beating the Artificer campaign, so I finally said "fuck it", and killed the Scavenger king in a very anticlimactic way by just chucking a singularity bomb at them.

In other news, I started a Hunter playthrough. I'm going to admit up front that I cheated in extra cycles for myself because I know for sure I will not be able to beat the game in under 25. To be honest I kind of wanted to do a relatively normal run where I can take my time and also be a carnivore.

Oh, and I have slugpups unlocked, so I keep finding the little guys everywhere. (They're hard to keep alive, unfortunately...)

My adventures have so far included...

Getting bullied by squidcadas,

Watching vultures beat the shit out of each other,

And witnessing one of the strongest enemies in the game get electrocuted to death right in front of me.

I finally reached Five Pebbles today. I got to him by climbing The Wall by way of Chimney Canopy, which isn't the route I usually take. I also made the (probably foolish) decision to take the long way out and go through his interior to access the Underhang. That might have been a bad idea, but Five Pebbles is one of my favorite areas in the game and I didn't want to miss an opportunity to pass through it. The Underhang sucks, though. If I get too frustrated I might just go back up through the inside (since fast travel isn't available for Hunter).

Making

I haven't made much progress on my crochet projects this week. I am getting close to finishing that granny square tote bag, though. I started the tedious process of weaving in all the loose ends.

I've also been revising that post I mentioned last week about trying to estimate how big Rain World's iterators are. My initial estimate was WAY too big, I think, and I've been debating even keeping it in the post at all. For the sake of clarity it might be best to delete it, even though I went through the trouble of making some diagrams for it... I'll think about it some more.

In addition, I’m continuing to worldbuild for my iterator OC. I made a rough layout of their facility grounds:

The idea is that they sit on top of a mountain, where their rain freezes into several glaciers which flow down to the base. At the base are twelve dams which collect the water, arranged like a big clock.

This “clock” is broken up into six sectors which serve different functions, and have analogues to the regions from the game (noted above in parentheses). I’d like to make a more polished map, maybe some time in the future.

I also posted some doodles the other day (featuring the same OC being smacked in the face)

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This coming week, I'm traveling to the path of totality for the April 8th solar eclipse. Because I'll be traveling, I can't imagine I'll have much to report in terms of the Tuesdaypost, but I guess we'll see.

[arsonistfriday]

Labyrinth by CG5 is a FNAF fan song, specifically for the game FNAF 6/the pizzeria simulator. However I was listening to it and decided to make it Rain World, so let me provide lyrics and explain how I envision them

I imagine the Survivor waking up after a cycle, collecting food, and then the "spend all your money and the stars, they will align" for hibernating, which loses your food but gains you karma

Of course, the enemies you face on your journey

I imagine this is Five Pebbles talking to Hunter and sending it on its way to Moon to deliver the slag reset keys

This is just Artificer </3

Five Pebbles guiding the slugcats to farm arrays to go to subterranean

Ascending

Iterators in general

this isnt canon but it's canon in my HEART Saint after ascending SoS

End credits

[yurigalactica]

Any assortment of 1, 2, 7, 9, 17, 21, 22, 30 for the music ask game! It's alot but I couldn't decide which ones lol. U don't have to answer them all just pick ur favorites

jokes on you jinx i am so obsessed with music and deep within my own brainrot that i will be answering ALL of them >:D 1. a song you can listen to on repeat

now this question in particular is really hard for me, because i tend to listen to a lot of songs on loop a lot. however most of the time doing so easily makes me sick of it and i have to take a break from listening to it for a few weeks. however one of the songs i listen to a lot and never seem to get bored of is Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales by Car Seat Headrest. especially the end bit, it really scratches my brain the right way, and it's really fun to belt out the harmonies in the car when you're driving through town in the evening

2. a song from one of your favorite albums

it's no secret that i'm a slut for los campesinos. everyone knows this about me. so it's kinda obligatory that i use one of their songs for these asks lmao. my favorite album of theirs in particular is definitely romance is boring (i just adore so many songs on that album!!! genuinely it's banger after banger, i highly recommend listening to the whole album.) my personal all-time favorite from that album is definitely In Media Res, just because of the ending bit with the trumpets. holy shit i get such a surge of dopamine when gareth campesinos goes "if you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at forty five, with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life, is this something that would interest you? would this interest you at all?" just—AGH

7. a song that reminds you of your friend(s)

this one's easy—Dynamite by BTS. my irl best friend loves k-pop (stuff like BTS and Stray Kids), and while i don't listen to it on my own, i've gotta admit, she's got immaculate taste. dynamite is the one i hear the most around, playing on the radio (because it's mostly in english and i live in a country where most people i know speak english as a first language). so literally anytime i hear this song i find myself immediately thinking of her and going to text her about it LMAO

9. a song that reminds you of yourself 

this one was definitely the hardest to answer, and quite frankly, i sat at my desk for a solid hour trying to find a good one for this. but after some careful deliberation i had to go with Dear Wormwood by the oh hellos. the oh hellos are an incredible band and i genuinely adore all of their music, and highly recommend you listen to their entire discography. this song, though, holds a very special place in my heart—after all, it was my number one song on my spotify wrapped during 2020. it was the song i had on loop during the entirety of quarantine, when i was stuck in my bedroom, isolating myself from everyone in real life and online. during those months i didn't talk to any of my friends, not even over text. my only steady companion was my beloved spotify premium subscription. listening to this song over 500 times permanently altered my brain chemistry and i'm pretty sure it's the reason i have anxiety now /j

17.  a song with great lyrics 

holy fuck. holy fucking shit. To Tundra by los campesinos. i literally froth at the mouth anytime i think of this song oh my gosh. i made a whole post about it ages ago but i'll go on about it again. like "meet me at st. nicholas among the oaks, behind the church that sway like pig-tailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-skin knees and the forsythia leaves" KADGKKDFHKADFKHK THE IMAGERY AHHHHHHHH "and in a hazy daydream, our bodies married the stream and we broke down into pebbles and silt" SCREAMING SOBBING VOMITING /pos "we take on the burden of all these sad-eyed children with lilies bunched in our hands" i am literally going to eat a brick this makes me feel so many emotions

21. a song for the rain

Woman by the 1975, probably. there are a lot of good songs to listen to in the rain but this probably takes the cake just because of how echoey and melancholy it feels. i love it when artists do that kind of stuff with the guitar and make it carry out really long—and almost make it sound like it's wailing. it's one of my favorite electric guitar effects ever and i've always found that the 1975 does that really well! and as a guitar player myself how a guitar is played and how it affects the rest of the song is really important in my picking of a favorite song. this one in particular is very versatile, and i feel like you could listen to it not only in the rain, but at night in the car too.

22. a song for dancing 

Tongue Tied by grouplove!!! it's genuinely one of the most happy fun upbeat songs i know. it's like dancing in the kitchen while making cookies with your bestie at 2am kind of music. if you need to cheer yourself up and have an impromptu dance party with energy and excitement then this is the song for you!!! ultimate anti-depression song. and this also happened to be my most listened to song in my spotify wrapped 2021 if that tells you anything about how that year was for me /lh

30.  a song you recommend

Do Me A Favour by the arctic monkeys. i've been listening to them a whole lot more lately, mostly because i also admire their guitar work and also feel like their music vibe fits very well with a fic that i've been workshopping for a while and have not released yet. this one in particular is my ultimate favorite of theirs, probably because of the guitar and the lyrics that go together (but probably mostly because of how well it fits the overall vibe of the fic it goes with. and if you're interested in what it is, it's a benchtrio-centric mystery/horror au)

[klugpuuo]

Number 9 for the rw ask game? (Also maybe all the numbers aksjjdk)

ALL of the numbers? well!! if you insist ig

When did you first start playing Rain World? somewhen around 2021? i think???????? i compeltely frogotr

Have you completed the game? Which of the campaigns have you completed? have yet to 100% any campaign but ive completed all of them and a little under half of the challenges!!

What is your favorite region? shoreline, sky islands (for aesthetics ALONE), nd undergrowth are some of my favorites :]

What is your least favorite region? pipeyard bc of a bad first time and sky islands/farm alarm bc they suck to go through

What is your favorite creature? MIMIC BEETLES THEY WERE REMOVED BUT I LOVE THEM i also love the swimming glowworms but i never see em in game :[

What is your least favorite creature? houuuu. i guess. uh. fuck idk. rentipedes.

What is your favorite song from the soundtrack? i like floes & obverse of the old wind & reminisce & uh. a lot but i forgot the names

What are your opinions on Looks to the Moon (character)? MOONIE he is my best friend my transmasc girlfriend my boygirl my bestie so important and desevres more respect from EVERYONE (except me nd nsh. we know how t treat him right<333)

What are your opinions on Five Pebbles (character)? pthetic. i could destroy him. he makes me cry on the daily. i want to fix him but also study him like a gug

What is your most memorable in-game moment? every time i got fucked by a dropwing, getting towards the end of bitter aerie, floating around in moonie, and the end of spearmaster and saint's campaigns

Have you tamed any lizards? no :[ ive tried but not that hard

Which echo is your favorite? undergrowth echo they make me normal.

Which of the pearls is your favorite? the ones that pebbles thanked me for reading :] i also like the oe pearl

Which part of the game was most difficult for you? mmmm i think. uh. idk. climbing the wall as arti was really fucking hard..... getting a waterpede for gourm's quest was like. Hard but not Hard yk. it was boring

Which achievement is your favorite? a helping hand! and my favorite passage to get was the martyr :]

Which of the Downpour slugcats are you most excited for? i barely knew abt the slugcats of downpour before it came out but i think i was excited for artificer! playing, i was most excited to get saint, since that was the slugcat that had the CAMPAIGN i was most excited for!

Do you prefer to fight other creatures or sneak past them? i used to be stealth-only before playing artificer and spearmaster lmao- i still prefer stealth most of the time

How did the ending make you feel? owie :{

Are you invested in the lore? i created the specmech tag on tumblr specifically to talk abt my heavily lore-based theories. Yes<3

What is something you think the game could improve on? more options for zooming in and enlarging text, easier alternate ways to do certain tricks like slides, finally fixing jolly for downpour

What is your favorite thing about the game? how gorgeous the world is and how deep the worldBUILDING is!! i could talk for hours abt it

Have you played around with any mods for the game? yep!! mostly only cosmetic and qol mods so far but there are a few region mods ive been eyeing...

[thelostjournals]

Here starts the constellation's song

Here starts the constellation's song that me and Nathaniel transcripted:

Mortals tell stories about a city. They call her a dazzling pearl of the ancient world. Her life was that of rulers and beggars, poets and bankers, old and young, men and women, and everyone in between. She knew neither sleep nor total darkness, although the parts of her that were dark bled the darkness like no other darkness known to mortals. Just as the parts of her that were bright bled the light like no other light in this world.

She was everything and everything could happen on her streets, her bazaars, palaces, universities, and slums. And while being everything, she was also her, distinct, unmistakable, unforgettable.

She was a city to tower over all cities and she indeed had a tower. An observatory from which one day the scholars saw the approaching storm, one of such strength that it would kill the city and all that lived in her.

Mortals say that the city's people packed and left in a matter of weeks, leaving behind only the empty shell, the city's corpse. They say that when the storm came, the devastation was so complete that the only parts of the city that survived were the few stones that were thrown so far into the sky that they formed a constellation.

This is a dead story, all its loose ends cut short, neat and oval like a pebble. I still remember pebbles. And I remember my death and my ascension. I remember being so alive that when destruction came, our reflection was imprinted into the night sky because the universe refused to forget us. I am the soul of the immortal city and all the filthy, beautiful people who died in me. I loved them all.

I didn't know how to roleplay a constellation, but yesterday I went to a friend.

I cycle everywhere, and to get to her flat I need to ride through the main street of my city. I live in one of the youngest cities in my country, the infrastructure was built mostly in the XIXth century, and instead of the main square, it has a long promenade that twenty years ago was cobbled with the names of people who lived here at the turn of the millennium.

It is still the season, so Christmas decorations are all there: light strings between street lights, a carousel made of Christmas lights, photobooths also made of Christmas lights, and electric raindeers. And, since it was 15 degrees Celsius (climate catastrophe helping this blog once again), there were a lot of people. I've never seen so many people on this street in winter (barring one massive winter charity event we have in Poland), and I used to perform there every weekend. They seemed happy, full of hope, slightly hungover from New Year parties, and absolutely beautiful.

About five hours later, after ten PM I was riding back, the soundtrack to Flicker and the Fade still in my headphones, and the street was empty, except for the crazy amount of lights and a few lonely pilgrims, one-third of them making pictures of the long, empty, lonesome shining street on New Year's late evening and I was in love with both faces of the city I saw that day.

And that's how I decided that my constellation will be a city immortalized.

This is the first entry in my The Flicker and the Fade playthrough. You can find the game here, so far it challenged my imagination in a way I really like: https://nyessa.itch.io/the-flicker-and-the-fade

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Pebbles, Vol. 3: The Acid Gallery 1992 Psychedelic Rock / Garage Rock / Acid Rock / Proto-Punk / Garage Punk

OK, so, first there was the Nuggets series, which consists of the most heralded V/A comps when it comes to the vast expanse of 60s garage rock, and then, following in its footsteps, came Pebbles, which specialized in digging up far more obscure beauties than were ever contained on Nuggets. See, while Nuggets' forte was presenting hits and semi-hits from the 60s garage rock era, Pebbles understood that the true essence of garage rock was actually local; the music and its noisy ethos had managed to permeate just about every suburban crack and crevice across the United States, but the scenes were pretty insular. If you lived in Tacoma, for instance, the odds of you ever coming into contact with a piece of garage rock from a seemingly random place like Peoria, Illinois were probably close to nil.

But Pebbles, it seems, were at the ready to help ameliorate that issue. They dug deep into all sorts of places—even Europe—to uncover and eventually showcase gobs of disused and virtually unheard songs to a broad, national audience. That person in Tacoma was finally going to hear something groovy and/or crazy that was made *far* outside of their own suburbs that had never achieved much of any commercial success. And amateur bands who'd only made one or two records that had only received a few hundred pressings or so were finally going to get some long-deserved recognition! 🙌

Now, this third volume in the Pebbles series supposedly presents a slate of the most bizarre songs that the underground garage/psych/proto-punk 60s had to offer, but to be honest, I didn't find it *that* strange. Don't get me wrong, some of it's definitely way out there and far too deranged for my own liking (Adjeef the Poet's "Squafrech Lemon Comes Back," for example), but I'd say that, while a majority of them definitely wouldn't have fared well on a mainstream commercial radio station, they're also not as strung-out and clinically weird as you might be led to believe.

A lot of these, I think, while certainly mega-dosed on various combinations of acid, noise, fuzz, and buzz, would fit nicely within a regular 60s garage and psychedelic rock playlist. They'd probably represent some of the wilder fare on that playlist, but they wouldn't be far outliers on the gnarliest fringes of the garage rock spectrum; a little abnormal, sure, but not straitjacket material, at least for the most part.

There's definitely a Frank Zappa throughline with a bunch of these though. Teddy & His Patches take Zappa's own "Suzy Creamcheese" and as the liner notes say, "adds some Louie Louie." Then there's songs like the William Penn Fyve's "Swami," which pokes fun at the psychedelic crowd's glaring exoticist obsession with all things Eastern, and there's also Jefferson Handkerchief's (clearly some kind of play on Jefferson Airplane) "I'm Allergic to Flowers," which is a psych-pop tale about a guy who can't be a flower child because he's actually allergic to flowers. And it includes audible sneezes 🤧.

But I'm telling you, a good deal of these are just marginally strange and cacophonously fantastic romps. Crystal Chandlier's "Suicidal Flowers" sounds like an awesome Doors record, The Third Bardo's "I'm Five Years Ahead of My Time" brings this vocally braggadocio Jagger swagger, and Sweden's Lea Riders Group casts this coat of blues upon the plight of a Stockholm junkie, with a lead vocal that captivates with its tongue-tying rapid-fire delivery; all of it maybe a smidge offbeat, but none of it exceedingly wacky.

So, this was my first foray into Pebbles and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Looking forward to getting into more of this series someday, as it looks like there's 28 whole volumes of it! 😄 There's so much 60s garage rock out there and while I don’t have a huge collection of it, I also don't think I'll ever be able to have nearly enough of it either.

Highlights:

Teddy & Patches - "Suzy Creamcheese" Crystal Chandlier - "Suicidal Flowers" William Penn V - "Swami" Jefferson Handkerchief - "I'm Allergic to Flowers" Third Bardo - "Five Years Ahead of My Time" Lea Riders Group - "Dom Kellar os Mods" Beautiful Daze - "City Jungle, Pt 1" Catfish Knight - "Deathwise"

[ofbluesandyellows]

Ten: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings: alcohol, guns and swearing

Word count: 6,645

a/n: this is a special chapter... here’s Eddie’s POV hope you enjoy it :)

Previous chapter

Eddie was pacing around his room, the floor could dent at any second of how much he had been walking on the same five meter long room, all in a straight line back and forth. It had been two days, and no one had given him any information about where the hell were you.

He tried calling at your aunt’s place just for your uncle to tell him he couldn’t give any information to someone he didn’t know, to which Eddie had to pinch the bridge of his nose extra hard to not smash the phone on the floor.

He tried Dustin, but the kid took promises pretty seriously and he was still clearly upset about Eddie dating Chrissy.

“I didn’t plan things to go that way!” Eddie repeated for the fourth time as they were picking up their stuff from the last summer campaign session.

“Why are you telling me this? I’m not the one you should be whining and telling this to. Seriously, grow a pair Eddie.” Dustin grunted and left the room. Jeff snorted, but got quickly smacked on the head by Gareth.

Since you left Eddie’s jacket, Eddie had been in the worst of moods, always complaining and finding zero time to play with the band. To be honest he had been moody way before that but he was not ready to admit it.

His friends were worried about him, he spent time either alone or with Chrissy and they didn’t like her much, because she always wanted to be alone with him, as if he was some secret to keep, yet neither dared to say or ask about it. Instead they just tried to distract him.

It didn’t work.

Eddie was beyond desperate, he picked on the skin of his fingers a little too much, he had to put a band-aid around his thumb after he almost peeled the skin out of it. He tried to call just one more time at your place, no one picked the phone, later he went to see Robin and Steve but they weren’t there either. Keith almost called the police when Eddie thought he had heard your voice in his office, pushing Keith a little too harshly to pass through. His mind was playing tricks on him and that was bad enough.

But not as bad as when he decided to show up at your aunt’s house, he had probably a little too many beers in a very short amount of time. His van parked right where he always parked it whenever he visited you, the stereo was so loud it made the windows rattle with the threat of breaking. He didn’t care. These days he cared about very little anyway.

Love Hurts was making it all more dramatic than needed, however Eddie felt like maybe this was the most romantic shit he’s ever done for anyone, ever.

It started slow, with little twigs and small pebbles hitting the window of your room until maybe he threw one with too much force—it took him more tries to aim now that he was tipsy and wobbling around the front yard—the smash off glass was clear and loud.

He froze in place, but nothing happened.

“What the fuck!” he whined, he felt tears burning in his eyes, “Y/n come on! I am so sorry, please talk to me!”

Stillness.

“Y/N!!!!” This time Eddie was not going to ask nicely, he was shouting to the shattered window where he had seen you before in PJs as ABBA played, “I WANNA TALK TO YOU, PLEASE JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE OF YOUR PRECIOUS TIME YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE LADY! I PROMISE IF YOU DO I’LL FUCK OFF RIGHT AFTER, JUST PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME HERE, LOOK I EVEN CAME TO SERENADE YOU!”

Had to Fall in Love played now, he kicked the grass as he waited for a reply, one that didn’t come. The song playing made him feel more miserable, the fact that he somehow had that song in his mixtape should’ve been enough for you to come down running to his arms, because Eddie would never listen to that willingly, too mushy, too sad. He kind of liked it now, he got it.

“I LOVE YOU OKAY! I KNOW YOU PROBABLY DON’T WANT TO SEE ME RIGHT NOW BUT I PROMISE YOU I—I DIDN’T MEANT TO HURT YOU… SHIT SHIIIIIIITTTT!!”

The light of the house turned on, Eddie’s heart accelerated and he felt the tears falling hot on his face, he whipped them fast with his dirt covered hands. The door opened into what felt like a slow motion scene, he was almost running to see you at the doorway, instead there he was, your uncle.

With a shotgun?

“Hey kid, you better get the fuck away from my property! She is not here and stop fucking yelling we are trying to sleep, we have neighbors.”

“Oh, shit sorry sir, yeah I’m gonna—“ Eddie tried to walk backwards, he felt a shiver run down his spine when he saw the man pointing the shotgun at him. Eddie fell on his bum, and crawled away. “Fuck, please don’t shoot, I— didn’t know…”

“Just get the fuck out, the cops are no the way.”

Eddie nodded eagerly, feeling his stomach twist. Oh he was about to be sick but it’d be a mistake to do it in front of your uncle’s house.

“Sorry, Mr. Johnson, won’t happen again.” He ran to his van, the keys clinking around, falling on his lap, he couldn’t even find where the ignition was.

“Stop embarrassing yourself, kid. Get a damn job!”

The ignition started and Eddie drove away from your crazy uncle. Eddie never drove so fast in his life, he almost crashed into some trash cans right after he looked over his shoulder to see if there were really cops coming or if your uncle was insane enough to follow him down the road, neither happened. A sigh escaped him, he was having heart palpitations and felt like he could just turn into a ball and cry until he felt like he needed to rehydrate himself to cry once again.

His trailer was empty, his own uncle probably out with his drunken friends or working. Eddie didn’t care, he felt like trash. He sat on his bed, the heels of his hands on his eyes making pressure to stop the tears from coming, he had done nothing but embarrass his ass, he felt so pathetic and hopeless. What was he going to do now? You didn’t want to see him, you had sent your uncle with a damn shotgun to scare the shit out of him. This was not how things were supposed to happen for him, for you.

But in the first place he didn’t expect any of it to happen, yet you came and decided to charm him with your laugh and the way you always paid attention to what he said and didn’t feel intimidated by him or the way he looked, the music he liked, it felt good. With Chrissy it went from buying him weed to finally remembering they had interacted in the past and still things felt like they were going nowhere between the two.

Eddie was torn between the two girls, even when deep down he knew the answer.

The next day, as he tried to manage the monstrous hangover and the pounding headache, Eddie decided to grow a pair as Dustin had said, he sighed and slammed the door of his van extra hard, it took him a second to acknowledge he was fixing his hair, as if someone cared about his appearance. Grimacing and all he walked straight to Family Video where a very bored Robin met him. She was painting her nails on the main desk, she almost dropped the tinny bottle over the surface.

“Easy there, it’s just me.” He said, giving her a lipped smile, that was the best he could do. “Where’s Harrington?”

“Lunch.” She simply pointed to the back door of the establishment.

“Ok, good. I need to have a word with you, Buckley, and I want the truth in exchange for my own version of the events of last weekend.”

He clasped his hands together, the rings clinking as they collided with each other. Robin squinted, Eddie felt that if he didn’t get the girl to talk he was doomed to live drowning in the uncertainty of how things had gone from good into a swoop of wrongness with you.

“Okay.” She took her time to close the bottle of nail polish, take a sip of her drink and finally looked him directly in the eye. “You know this already, but you, my friend, fucked up big time.”

Oh he knew, “It went out of my hands. Like, imagine this… you have two beautiful girls paying attention to you, one you’ve had a crush on for years and the other just happened to… magically arrive! It was unexpected and I already had this thing with Chrissy, like it wasn’t going anywhere but Y/n gave me the push and I was like ‘yeah I should try this with Chrissy because there’s no way y/n feels anything for me’ like come on! I have zero chances. I know when to be realistic, Buckley!” Eddie scoffed, “yet…here we are…who would’ve thought! I’m the luckiest bastard in the fucking planet, and then I got to spend more time with y/n and she was—she is the coolest girl ever—ok listen, yeah I did her wrong but I want to fix it… but I need to talk to her and I know you know where she is, because it’s been a  fucking week Robin! And I haven’t got any information and it’s driving me insane, as in I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, about her. Can’t even play guitar, it’s killing me slowly.” he was begging, he never begged for anything in his life before.

“Jesus, Eddie you need to chill man. She is not here.” This could’ve been probably enough but, it was the way Robin was nibbling at her lip and the way she was fidgeting with her vest, it gave him a bad impression, “She's gone.”

“Uh, what do you mean, gone?” he kind of chuckled, he was feeling like his soul was being sucked out of his body.

“She went back to New York, that’s why she gave you back your jacket, to close the cycle.”

Eddie felt his stomach drop, how was that he became the unluckiest dude in the world, he must have guessed the curse was still on him right after that one summer when he was fighting bats and almost died in battle.

Both of his hands went flying to his head, he grunted and then his palms slammed the counter, “So you are telling me that I won’t be able to apologize to her, because she simply left.”

Robin’s eyes were wide, she was shocked at his reaction.

“Fuck me!” Eddie yelled.

Nothing could stop him from storming out of the store, he drove away with the music as loud as his old stereo allowed him, which was loud enough to make people turn their heads. He honked in exasperation to pedestrians, turned the curves a little too harshly making the van lean a little on each steering-wheel manhandle.

After a quick stop to get his stash of weed of the week, he went straight to his trailer, his room was pitch black the only light coming from under the door and the joint when he sucked from it forming a little halo of orange as it consumed. The music was one of the tapes he had taken from Dustin. It reminded him of your music taste, indie and kinda lacking power but he didn’t mind much, he was trying to come up with something to make things better, he had come to terms that this was to bring peace with his mind not so you could forgive him.

Of course he wanted you to forgive him and to kiss him again and play with his hair because, hell! He was certain no other girl made his whole body buzz the way it did when you two were high on the carpet, and your hands were brushing his hair in such a light way and he felt like he could implode there.

So now he needed redemption, it was his hero complex probably, he needed to be on the right side of history because he was not going to give up on your friendship just because he had fucked everything up for being a stupid boy.

Girls on Film started and his mind went flowing with the rhythm, this was something Steve would listen to. Dustin was practically the reflection of all his friends, he liked a bit of everything and he could get away with it, not Eddie, though. In that very moment his mind was lighter so he let it all pass through him, and then when his brain was less stressed and his hands stopped picking at the skin of his lips he had the idea, the brightest of them all.

He called for an S.O.S meeting. They had all agreed to just demand these kinds of emergency calls when they were in an emergency of course. Which Eddie found totally appropriate.

Not surprising when Steve Harrington didn’t see the situation as critical as Eddie did, Steve kept on complaining.

“I said these calls were only meant for life or death situations, not romantic struggles. Come on guys, keep up, we can’t continue with this.” Steve clapped, exasperated.

“Y/n first, now you. Yeah, totally deserve each other.” Robin plopped on the grass outside Eddie’s trailer.

“Wait, she called for an emergency meeting too? Was it about me?” He couldn’t help his heart to accelerate at the thought of it.

“Whatever, Munson. What’s the problem? We have work.” Steve said already tired.

The teens arrived just in time, letting their bikes fall on the grass with a thud. And that’s when Eddie spoke about giving you a mixtape, he said he could play a few songs… ones he had written with your face in mind, with your voice replaying nonstop in his brain as he came up with the right words and the correct chords.

Mike and Dustin cringed at the idea while Robin was grinning and nodding because she knew you better than anyone there so she would know what you would enjoy more. But no, it was Max the one who pointed out that it was too cheesy and that you only needed an apology, not a full concert.

It took Eddie a full month to find the perfect songs for the mix, he wasted around seven cassettes not because he couldn’t re-record them but because he got frustrated and would throw the tapes across the room in a fit of stress. When the songs were picked, he took an extra week to arrange the songs in the perfect order, the curation of it served him almost as therapy, that, and a couple of joints to ease the anxiousness. His mind got cleared, almost like an epiphany, he needed to talk to Chrissy.

He had avoided Chrissy for a few weeks now, which was another dick move from his part.

Chrissy was popular he had this in the back of his mind whenever they saw each other, but Eddie deep down thought she didn’t care much for that, not after all the Vecna stuff that had happened, he kind of got blinded by the idea of being with her that he didn’t noticed much besides being with her, but that night when he went to talk to her, at a party at a friends house, Eddie was not invited, Chrissy never said anything to him about it either, he didn’t ask questions this was the least of his problems, his mind had been working on other things.

It hurt him to be looked at as the freak, he had worked on it for so long he seemed to be unaffected, however the whispering and the glances made his hands twitch, and his jaw clench.

Eddie found Chrissy surrounded by people, he waved a hand at her, she looked a bit taken aback by his presence there, so she told her friends something, some of them grimaced and others rolled their eyes. She made a hand gesture for him to follow her somewhere. They found themselves in the garage of the house of who knows who.

He gulped feeling the uneasiness in his back, he needed to do this. And he did.

“I’m so sorry, I know I haven’t been what you expected me to be.” Chrissy looked hurt when he explained how he felt about her, about you.

“I should’ve known, some people told me this was not smart, but… I guess it felt right, in the moment.” She sighed. “Either way I guess we were not destined for more than a summer fling, I’m moving away for college,” Chrissy half shrugged, embarrased.

“You are? Why didn't you tell me? When? Where?” Eddie felt a little betrayed for keeping him in the dark about such important matters, even when he had no right to it.

Chrissy scoffed, “you never asked and we haven’t been talking much, haven’t we?”

“Right, sorry. You’re correct, I’ve been an idiot lately.”

“It’s fine, I was not doing much either.”

“I’m really sorry for wasting your time, Chrissy.”

She gave him a lipped smile, “me too, but it was fun. Just keep on being you, okay?  Don’t let anyone take that from you” She kissed him on the cheek, “And good luck!”

She patted him on the chest, Eddie felt his cheeks warm up, a light chuckle came out of his lips, “good luck in college.”

Chrissy grinned and walked away. He sighed, hands on his hips, something released from his chest as he watched her join her friends, one last look got shared between the two. He left the party with the sensation of freedom. Things were finding their place now.

☼

Soon as Halloween arrived, his band got booked for a few gigs Eddie had to put on hold the whole recording tape thing—it was in one of these concerts where Corroded Coffin met the manager of a band, which happened to just have signed a record deal with said Californian band and was about to start their tour in February, things were moving fast in that area of his life. Eddie spent the night celebrating with the band when they got offered a deal for a tour in the north of the country.

Eddie was too happy, for once he felt happy, still all he wanted to do was call you and tell you all about it, a sad smile appeared over his lips as he sipped from the bottle of his beer, Jeff was passed out on the couch of the small room they rented to spend the night in Illinois. His biggest dream was coming true, not to mention all the attention they were getting from girls, who had been approaching the boys the minute they got off stage, but once again Eddie couldn’t find the will to flirt.

He had things to arrange and his heart belonged to someone else. Eddie could pretend, but it was like betraying his heart, he was longing for something more and that something was you.

The making of the studio was the longest process ever, it wasn’t even just for the band’s single, Eddie had other plans for it, yes it would’ve been easier to get a damn recorder for it but Dustin wanted to put his skills at task, and who was Eddie to stop the boy.

Mid-November hit when Dustin was finishing arranging the studio for the tape recording with the help of his friends and then there he was, Eddie speaking to the wall on Jeff’s garage, he wasn’t sure if he was saying the proper things or if he even apologized he just let himself be and the words left him, not thinking much of the outcome, he wanted you to know he cared for you more than anything, that you were special that you meant a lot, that you had come to his life to change him, even when neither of you were aware of it.

When he gave the cassette to Robin, Eddie felt that some part of his heart had been given away, he felt vulnerable and nothing would guarantee him that you would listen to it the same day it arrived or a day later or never, he just hoped the cassette would find you in a moment where you could listen to it and not judge him for what he did but for the person he was when he had recorded those words.

It was one thing to act tough around idiots at school. They were afraid of different , that, became Eddie’s strength. He was different and he was okay with it, but with you, he found that what could show you how strong he was, was speaking of how he really felt and why he had done what he did. Honesty and vulnerability.

It was hard to believe that he could pull off dating someone like Chrissy at least for a few weeks but it was beyond him how by being himself you fell for him just as hard as he had fallen for you.

Eddie’s body felt like it could finally rest, as if someone had taken some heavy weight off of his shoulders.

☼

Christmas day was usually a day just like any other, with cold air coming in thought from under the doors, the tiny cracks and crevices inside Eddie’s tiny trailer, but that day, his definition of Christmas changed drastically.

When he went out to try and get the amplifier he had left in his van two days ago, he noticed the bright blue paper package shining on the side of his doorstep. It was very late, he wasn't sure when or how that appeared there, with half a shrug he took it. The package wasn’t too heavy but heavy enough to know it was not some coupons Robin or Steve would give him for Christmas, and it definitely wasn’t a present from his uncle.

Eddie put the amplifier in the living room, his uncle was sound asleep there. Eddie went to his room and shut the door carefully. He had to shake the pretty shiny package just to check if it wasn’t just a joke, the package rattled, which was even more odd. He furrowed his eyebrows, starting to rip it open. A small box showed first, it was plastic but it was pretty, probably one of the prettiest things he owned.

He took the lid off, and his jaw practically hit the floor. A small note was under the chain.

Merry Christmas Eddie.

P.S: It’s the most Eddie Munson thing in the world, please do us all a favor and wear it.

With love,

Y/n

His hands started to tremble, a lump in his throat forming, he didn’t know why he felt like fucking crying over a chain made of small cute skulls.

“Fucking hell!” He mumbled, the grin and watery eyes was a special scene to witness, definitely one for the books. If only you were there to see how Eddie jumped off the bed and attached the chain to his jeans, it hung from the belt hops on his left hip.

He sniffed, and laughed lightly. How was that you managed to make him beam and cry all at once? This was definitely the most beautiful and precious thing he owned and oh he loved his guitar a little too much but this new addition had reached god tier level of beauty. They would have to bury him with that chain. He knew that much.

For New Year’s, they were at Steve’s house, a small gathering that started to turn into a big party. Corroded Coffin played and Steve let him crash with the teens and Robin in his room. Eddie kept silent when they were all reunited in Steve’s room to play Lucas’ tape.

The Promise by When In Rome started to play right at eleven with fifty-seven minutes and thirty-seconds. Everyone was laughing and smiling as the music blasted from Steve’s stereo set, it was all about friendship, after everything, Lucas’ song choice was spot on; they were all there for each other, no matter what.

You were on the phone on speaker mode as the song kept on going and everyone was speaking over each other, even when Eddie knew that you knew he was there, he didn’t attempt to say something, not even when the clock streaked twelve and everyone hugged, he saw Robin sneak out of the room, probably to look for Vickie.

Personally, Eddie wished for a year where he could see you at least one more time. A year where his band was successful enough to allow him to fix his van, a year without uncertainties, a happy year, an easy one, a year where you could bring that magazine into a reality. Because yes Nancy had talked about it a little too much and Eddie always smirked when he heard any new detail about it.

Corroded Coffin went into their first tour, it started slow but slowly they started to perform in bigger venues, crowded places, and even people started to sing back to their songs, ones that were dedicated to someone special. And between their new dates and their upcoming shows they took a few days off, Hawkins waiting, never changing.

Eddie must have done something right in those days, because the phone rang loudly, interrupting his writing session. The trailer’s ceiling had a thick layer of smoke floating but Eddie knew his way around that place with closed eyes.

“Hello?” Smoke came out of his lips as he said the word.

A moment of silence later, he was ready to hang up, he was tired of those jokes.

“Hi Eddie,”

Smoke or saliva got stuck midway his throat, Eddie was practically choking, this had to be a dream, he thought as he clenched his black shirt right over his chest trying to gain some control over the cough and the shock and what the fuck .

“You okay?” he couldn’t believe it was your voice, the one he was hearing through the line.

“Y/n? Is it really you?” Eddie said between coughs. The joint in his fingers got smashed under his shoes. “fuck me!” he squealed.

You lightly chuckled, it caused his whole body to come to life, dammit he had missed your laugh, “yes it’s me… um…. hi.”

“Hi, hi, hello. Wow I was not expecting this at all, wow. Uh how are you?”

“I’m good… working hard, sleeping very little but I’m okay… what about you? How are things?”

He was not sure how you sounded so damn chill, he was shitting his pants, hands sweating too much, his cheeks were hurting from smiling. “Great, really good. Now I’m even better because you called. Hell, I think this is the best day of my life.” He sighed, grabbing the side of his face, he was truly in disbelief.

“It took me a while to put on my big girl pants, but… anyway… I’m happy to hear you are doing well.”

Eddie’s heart was racing against his rib cage, hands over it feeling it jump wildly. His mind in a haze, he just wanted to hear you talk for the rest of his life, “I am, and I hear you are doing pretty good with that magazine of yours.” He giggled, literally like a little girl’s giggle, his cheeks felt hot, “Can't wait to read it.” He tried to put his voice in a deeper tone.

He heard you snort, “Ow, yeah, the girls over there are working extra hard, I’m just doing the editing aspect of it, nothing much.”

“Please, y/n, not with the self deprecating again, we’ve gone through this already.” You laughed, Eddie grinned bigger—if possible.

“Right, no, that’s true, well, I was actually calling for that.”

“For the self deprecating thing?”

You laughed again. Eddie got just the reaction he wanted from his comment, “no, for the magazine, dumbass.”

“Oh,” he tugged at his lower lip, “okay, I’m listening missy.”

“Remember that conversation we had?”

“I remember all of our conversations.”

Silence.

“Okay then, the one where… you promised me a Corroded Coffin interview.”

“Um no, I don’t remember that one.” He smirked, waiting for your reaction.

“Munson, be serious right now.”

He laughed lightly, the back of his head hit the wall he was leaning on, he hated when you called him Munson and not Eddie, but he let it pass because he was in no position to ask for kindness.

“I’m joking, of course I do,”

“So that’s still on?”

His belly fluttered, “for you, anything.”

Silence.

Eddie could imagine you sitting on your bed, anywhere really, you biting the inside of your cheek, with shiny eyes and rosy cheeks, looking at him. He being unable to keep his eyes away from your face—

“Uh, sorry what was that?” he shook his head, he had lost himself in daydreams. Very typical lately.

“I said that we should arrange a phone call for the interview, I have a few questions but I still need to prepare for it… or I can ask Nance to interview you, that’d be more convenient—“

“No, no I’m free, whenever you want I’m ready, just say when.”

Eddie wasn’t smooth when it came to girls, he never was but with you he felt like the most stupid boy in the world, trying to do anything to impress you to keep your attention in him. Like now, he was willing to stop the tour just so you could have a twenty minute conversation with him.

“What if we do it after spring break? So I can have enough time to prepare everything, and I can ask Jonathan to take a few photos of you and the band… is that good for you?”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

His stomach dropped, this was a mere business call. Eddie wanted to say a lot but the chances of making everything worse were higher than the ones where he made things better. He closed his eyes, listening to your breathing, he didn’t want the call to end.

“Did you—did you get the cassette?” He winced at his own voice.

“I did… thank you, It was nice to hear that you polished your music taste a little.”

Your soft chuckle didn’t miss Eddie’s ears, “I got your chain too… very bold choice, but a correct one. I’ve been wearing it since I got it, so thank you .”

“I have listened to your mixtape almost everyday since I first got it so… I guess we are even.”

Eddie clutched his chest, eyes still closed, the way his whole body felt, like it could burst into tiny sparkly specks, just by how intense he felt the sentiment of love towards you.

“As I said, I’d do anything for you, even listening to ABBA’s whole discography.”

“Please we both know you love them, don’t try to blame me.”

He laughed, “I guess we do crazy shit for love don’t we?”

“I guess so…”

“Y/n… I’m really sorry about—you know… everything.” Eddie said so softly he was afraid you hadn’t heard him, “what I said on the tape was all true—“

“I know, Munson… I just, can we talk about this another time? I have to go, now. I’ll call you a day or two before the interview, okay?”

“Y/n, please let’s—“

“I’m sorry… bye.”

The line died, and so did Eddie’s will to write, to breathe, to live.

He scared you, he risked everything for nothing.

His back rested on the wall for a moment then he slid down plopping on the floor, his head hit his knees, he grabbed his hair in his hands, fists tugging at it out of frustration.

“FUCK!” he screamed loud enough to hurt his throat.

☼

There were rumors, ones coming from Dustin and Mike. Something about a trip to New York. It didn’t matter much to Eddie until he heard your name being thrown in the conversation involving that trip. That’s when he decided he had to convince them to spill all the beans about this New York secret plan. The trip was a long one but they had no option, there was no way they were denying this to Eddie. It was the last chance he had.

That’s how he found himself driving his van with Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will on his refurbished  car back seats. Steve, Robin, Max and El were in the fine Mercedes a few meters ahead of him. It was beyond crazy how they had forced him to wake up at four in the morning to hit the road, yes he was excited however the idea of having a few more hours of sleep didn’t sound bad at all, specially when he hadn’t had much time to do so thinking about seeing your pretty face again.

Almost twelve hours of driving later, they crashed into a motel, three rooms got paid by Steve and the kids little money–they didn’t accept a no for answer– while Eddie and Robin put more gas into the tanks and gathered some food for the gang.

He was not going to complain about the little hours of sleep he got, having Dustin and Mike chatting in his room non-stop along with how he was starting to feel that fluttery sensation bubbling up to his chest was enough to keep the sleepiness at bay. As the morning crept through the sky painting it green and pastel blue all over it with a thin line of yellow showing the path of the rising sun. Eddie took a quick shower, and darted outside to get his first cigarette of the day, Eddie knew it was a bad habit but he was nervous as fuck and who could blame him.

Eddie was taking a drag of his smoke, his mind lost in what if’s.

“Hey, you are up early.”

Eddie lightly choked, “Harrington you fucking scared me,” he said between coughs.

“Shit, sorry.” He put his hands in the air, then lightly brushed his hair to the side, a classic Harrington move. “Couldn’t sleep or what?”

It was the way Steve looked at Eddie with that wry smile, and the nudge he gave Eddie that made him finally laugh, “am I that obvious?”

Steve shrugged, “I’d be if I were about to see the girl I like… things are going to be fine, she likes you and if things end up going sideways, you still have us.”

“How comforting, really you shouldn’t have.” Eddie scoffed.

Steve shot him a glare, “Come on man, we are a great team, even if I acted… kinda bad towards you the last couple of months, I think you are all right… I guess.”

“We’ve done this before Harrington, no need to apologize, we are good.” Eddie patted Steve on the back once, then offered him his cigarette.

“Nah I’m good… but can you um, promise me one thing.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, leaning on one foot to the other.

“Yeah.”

“I know you are very in love with y/n.” Eddie winced, “yeah I said in love because that’s what you are, you are a complete clown man. Just be good to her okay? She was fighting hard to not let her feelings go over the board but I guess you did some things right but others wrong so… fix it and treat her right, she deserves it.”

Eddie flipped the cigarette bud to the parking lot, he cleared his throat hiding his hands in his jeans. He knew very well how stupid he’s been but coming from Steve was like a jab to the ribs. Not because it was Steve saying it but because he knew Steve would always tell him the truth no matter how hard it could be to hear, he was always going to act the right way, which made Eddie a little jealous, he would love to be a little bit more like him. Taking in mind Dustin worshiped Steve, and even when Eddie was also aware that Dustin liked him too, Steve had the highest spot in the kid’s hero list, so yeah, it was hard to hear but he was grateful that after all they had gone through at least he could still count on Steve.

“Shit man…” Eddie felt his throat tightening, “you know it’s twice as hard for me to get a chick to like me than what it is to you. So yeah I did many things the bad way but I like her more than I’ve ever liked or wanted anything in my life… my sweet baby guitar? You can have it as long as I can get to see Y/n again, you know what I mean? This, what I feel inside here,” Eddie’s palm landed on his chest, too harshly it almost made him grunt, “I’ve never felt it, and I won’t let anything get in the way, even if she doesn’t want me back, who the fuck cares, I’d be her friend for the eternity, I just want her to be happy. Even if that means to stay away… I’ll do anything.”

Steve gave him a lopsided grin, but his eyes were a little sad, “You're really a great dude. And it’s been rough for me too, Munson, so don’t try and make a competition out of it because I’ve been doing bad with the ladies.” Steve looked at the floor, trying to kick a small rock on the pavement as he paced around, “it’s as if I’ve lost my charm but dude I’m so popular with the kids now… what a plot twist,”

Eddie squatted down, a smirk on his face, it was weird to see Steve so vulnerable and disappointed in himself, he was King Steve after all, he shouldn’t be sulking, not over girls.

“I think it’s the hair Harrington, ladies dig the long locks. I’m telling ya man, this is the new hot. ”

Steve snorted, “please shut up now before we get into a real argument as to why you are wrong… just for the record ladies love this mop of hair, all right?” The boy pointed to his fluffy hair, he was half joking half offended.

“Whatever you say man.” Eddie chuckled, and Steve shook his head in disbelief. “but thanks for the pep talk, it’s always reassuring to see that King Steve also has insecurities.”

“Ow zip it Munson. I was just trying to help, Once we are there you are on your own man.”

“Fine by me, thought you said: you will always have us. Some empty words there, huh.”

Eddie laughed lightly watching Steve smile, “I didn’t say always but those words came in all honesty, now if you excuse me I’m going to see if the ladies are ready to go, we’re already late.”

Eddie played with a leaf on the floor thinking that this was it, last few hours to go to finally see you. A grin tugged at the end of his lips as the chain on his jeans clinked when he moved.

Things were going to be fine, or he tried to convince himself of it, his hands getting shakier by the minute.

Next chapter

[child-of-the-cataclysm]

Chapter Twenty-Five: An End and a Beginning

The road to the hospital felt longer than it truly was. This was hardly surprising; my strange feeling that something was wrong and the dark undercurrent in the people of Chester made it a guarantee that I would feel each second more presently, each breathe more deeply, each movement in the shadows of the night around me more significantly. Time seemed to crawl. It was difficult, perhaps even impossible for me to stay fully focused on the path given the degree of focus my mind automatically gave to the destination. 

A civilian, stumbling home drunk, brushed past me on the road. In my state of tension, I nearly lashed out. My hand was on the hilt of my blade before I realized that it was just a man, no armour or weapons, trying to make his way home. 

I made myself breathe. Everything would be okay. I would reach the hospital and be greeted by those members of the Hand I had left in charge here. I would laugh off my unease. Riota would point out that the pennant showed safety, and even Metka would crack a smile laughing at my unnecessary worry. 

Step, step, step. Pebbles kicked out of the way with each stride. Dust kicked up around my feet, nearly invisible but for the light of the stars overhead illuminating the edges of each cloud. My breath was heavy in my ears - almost impossibly so, as if I had been running a race rather than simply walking the path across town. 

Step, step, step. My eyes darted across the road every few seconds, picking up tiny details in the town around me. A woman peered out of the window of her home, lit gently by a flickering candle as she called her child inside to come sleep. A guard - not affiliated with the Crown or Morati, but a genuine guard appointed by Chester’s mayor to keep watch in the night glanced at me for but a moment, eyes sliding past shortly after. I felt eyes on me with every movement and despite none of those eyes staying on me for long, they bored into me like nails into wood. 

Step, step, step. In the distance, the songs of the tavern-goers were joyous, the laughter pealing out happily. A dog barked somewhere at the edge of town before quickly being silenced by its owner. The wind was gentle, yet seemed cacophonous in my ears. Somewhere in one of the nearby houses, someone dropped something, following the sound of it with a series of curses - themselves followed shortly thereafter by a sharp retort from another and a quick apology. 

Before I even realized it, the buildup of tension gave way. Rushing to the side of the road, I puked into a bush. Gasping for breath in the aftermath, I wiped my lips clean and took a swig from my waterskin, swirled it around my mouth and spit it after what had come before. I grimaced, uncomfortable under the worried gaze of a passerby, and waved them off. 

Looking up and towards the hospital, I felt a weight settle into my stomach. I had barely traversed a quarter of the distance to my destination, and already it had felt like an eternity. My own paranoia was crippling me. 

I gathered myself. This needed to be done. I needed to just… get past the paranoia, get past the fear and the tension knotting themselves up in my stomach. It was a short walk to a hospital I had been to a dozen times to meet people I had met even more often. The coast was clear. The pennants indicated safety. 

The last leg of my walk across town still felt like it had taken an eternity, but infinity is a sliding scale. It was a lesser infinity, one which left me just slightly less tightly wound standing before the door to the hospital. The road was behind me. Assurance of our safety was ahead. 

Pushing open the doors, I found myself in a softly lit room - the central room of the hospital. At the front was a desk, behind which sat someone I did not recognize. Behind the desk were rows of cots, several of which bore patients. Two or three medics and pharmacists moved between the cots, talking in soft voices to one patient or another. Everything appeared normal. Underneath it all, though, something was yet still wrong. 

I did not see any members of the Hand I recognized. 

The person at the desk was meant to be a credited, official member of the Hand - one who had been a part of at least one operation and which had met with the core members. It was possible one had been inducted during a period where I was out leading some operation or another, but even were that the case, I would expect to recognize one of the doctors or even the patients. 

Instead, the hospital before me was an array of faces I did not recognize operating in patterns which were similarly alien. I glanced around the room, looking for any signs that something had happened, anything which would indicate that a struggle had occurred, that these people were imposters or replacements. Instead, all I saw was the normal operation of a hospital, absent only those covert operations which only those who knew to look for them would even notice. 

The man at the desk spoke, voice tired but hardly aggressive. “Can I help you?” he said, smiling gently at me. I stared at him, my mind whirring and clicking like the gears of a not-quite aligned clock, trying to formulate what a normal response would be. After a moment or two, my addled, panicked brain spat out a response - “Yes, I’m looking for Doctor Tane?”

It was potentially foolish. If something had happened, if the hospital were being operated as a trap for our people, the name of our foremost Hand doctor may well give me away. On the other hand, it was not an unreasonable thing for a genuine person looking for a repeat appointment to ask for. 

He smiled gently, opening up a book before him on the desk and running a finger along a line of tightly-sprawled ink. “Let’s see, Tane… Yes, it appears Doctor Tane is on a house call at the moment. We expect to see him back tomorrow morning. In the meantime, if you’d care to see another doctor, we can get you in pretty quickly!”

My blood ran cold and I gave a weak smile, likely running with the same ice which suffused the rest of my body. Doctor Tane was a woman, and as the head of Hand operations in the hospital, did not perform house calls. “Thank you, but if it’s all the same to you, I’ll just come back when… he is here.” 

The man nodded, closed the book, and gave another gentle, tired smile. “Very well, then. We hope whatever your issue is can be resolved soon.” 

I nodded and turned on my heel, striding towards the doors. 

Step, step, step. Again, every step I made echoed in my ears, footfalls seeming as loud as cannonfire. Something was wrong. My gut twisted and gurgled as I placed one hand against the door, eyes darting back towards the main room of the hospital just in time to see a hulking figure in black leather step from around the corner and stare at me with eyes gleaming an impossible, unearthly green. 

Gasping for breath and soaked in sweat, I found myself on the other side of the door. Each breath came hard and ragged, and each droplet of sweat felt like a raging waterfall pouring over me. I doubled over, the knot in my stomach becoming a physical pain so intense it drove me to my knees, then to the fetal position on the ground, my sweat pooling in the dirt beneath me to create an uncomfortable slurry of mud which felt as if it grasped upwards, dragging me down beneath the earth. 

(~)

My eyes snapped open. I didn’t know they had been closed, but the suddenness with which I was aware of them being open was enough to be certain they were. I was no longer curled up in the sweat-soaked dirt outside the hospital, but sat in a simple wooden chair behind a set of iron bars. I was unbound, but my blade had been taken - and snapped stitches betrayed where the armour plates sewn into my clothing had been cut out. 

On the other side of the bars stood two figures. One, the green-eyed hulk from before, stood solidly, every piece of body language painting her as a guard of sorts. The other, red eyed and pale with dark veins and darker hair, was one I knew. They leaned against the wall opposite me, staring with a wicked smile as I came awake and to terms with my surroundings. With a wicked laugh which echoed around my head just as it had before, as if simultaneously coming from every direction, they pushed off the wall and walked away. 

The green-eyed one simply stared. This close, it was clear her bulk was impossible. She stood easily eight feet tall, each bicep larger than my torso and the rest of her built to match. She was clad in black leather from neck to toe, a loose grey shirt and trousers doing a poor job of hiding the armour beneath, much less her imposing size. Her eyes were less bright than they had seemed before - or perhaps before they had simply caught the starlight. Either way, even now they were impossibly green, gleaming even with no other light around. 

She was implacable and unmoving, even as I stood from the chair and began to inspect the walls in which I had found myself. The wall of bars at the front were solid black metal, twisting in a fashion that marked them as old-world, pre-cataclysm metal imported into this place to keep those who might bypass normal metal imprisoned. The rest of the walls were hewn from stone - no bricks, just smooth grey stone. The floor was rougher, but clearly made of the same stone. I suspected the roughness was intentional, a tactic to keep the prisoner uneasy as they trod over the rough stone time and time again. Just another minor annoyance, another tiny pain which the cell would inflict on them. 

The cell had one window - slit-thin and placed high on the rear wall. Through it, inexplicably, I could see only the Eye above. From any angle, I could not see the moon or sun or the stars or even the hue of the sky. While I could tell that it was still nighttime from the reflections in the Eye, I could not see anything else. Whatever else could be said about this cell and its construction, that window was certainly supernatural. 

A door opened behind me as I was looking out the window. It hadn’t opened when the pale one had left, but this time, it did. Through it came a rush of noise - and, more importantly, a brief glimpse at a horizon filled with smoke - before it slammed back shut. My stomach sank. Smoke meant fire, and fire in addition to my capture could very well mean the worst for the Hand. 

From the door walked a figure I had seen only days before, the pale one gliding behind him like an ominous shadow. Despite his capture and release, Morati seemed just as imposing and wondrous as he ever had. Even after having his mortality and fallibility proven, even when bailed out by one of the strange, impossible subordinates by which he had surrounded himself as early as my own position in his Silver Hand, he seemed like something out of a painting. The legendary general, the beloved king, the feared warmonger. The father, the brother, the friend. 

As before, in his newfound guise of Morati, his beauty seemed far less ethereal. His was no longer the face of an angel or a river cutting its way through a forest. Instead, his was now the beauty of a well-forged sword, or a castle built into the side of a mountain. It was strange to think that, to him, my own qualities might now seem similarly twisted. 

Our conversation, such as it was, was short. Morati was there to taunt me, to let me know for certain that he had won, and to use his magical genius to show me, in recorded, ethereal form, a moving image of his troops sweeping through the outskirts of Chester, cleansing camp after camp of Hand soldiers and operatives. Another recording showed a smaller unit sweeping through a cave behind a waterfall. Still another showed how he had come down on the hospital in Chester so fast that none could get out to drop the warning pennant, and how his magic had reverted the hospital to cleanliness so perfectly that the signs of the struggle had been completely erased. 

Each spell, despite the apparently identical nature of the spell itself, represented an hour or more of work. Even with Nileas’ genius, this sort of magic required time to prepare, time to encode, and time to make use of. For us, though, for who we had been to each other, Morati needed to show me his victory conclusively and in its totality. He needed to show me just how thoroughly he had beaten me. 

And despite the hours of work he had spent to prepare the spells, and despite the brutality with which the recordings depicted his soldiers eradicating my resistance to both him and the Crown, Morati failed. 

Nileas would not have. If for some reason Nileas had reason to do something like this, to completely eradicate a force standing against him and show in detail to its leader that eradication, Nileas would have known those who stood against him. Nileas would have kept track of individuals just as much as the whole. Morati, for all that he was ultimately the same man, had lost sight of the individual. Morati saw only the larger picture. 

Morati knew where each group of the Silver Hand’s remaining forces were. He knew our rough scale, and he knew how much force he needed to bring down to bring this slice of the Shattered Kingdoms under his complete control now that the Crown would cede it to him. 

But Morati had forgotten the individual. The recordings did not show Morati’s forces sweeping through Chester’s tavern. A small group of twenty or so and a single wagon was, to Morati’s mind, a rounding error, a misstep in calculations of forces, not a missing unit. 

Nileas would have realized his mistake, would have scoured the recordings for Riota and Metka, for Gerevor and Lek, even for Flick and Liara and the other lieutenants. He would have known them, would have felt their absence from his work. Morati had lost that attention to the individual. 

I was captured in a cell made from materials I could not burn past, with a guard whose mass was such that I could not hope to fight my way out even if I could, with a window showing only the impossible structure in the sky which watched over us all, and the Hand’s forces had been wiped off the face of the Kingdoms - but the core remained. My friends, my family had escaped. Somehow, they would find a way through. They would find a way to build themselves back up, to find me, and to free me. We were not yet lost. 

I mourned the loss of hundreds of people who had fought for freedom, for representation, for their homes to be returned, or simply against the tyranny of the forces arrayed against us. I mourned those who were purely rallied under the name of Sentrica, despite their misguided belief in me as some sort of monarchic saviour. I mourned their deaths and the misery which their families would certainly be subjected to in the wake of their passing as Morati sought out those connected to them. 

But beneath it all, beneath the mourning and the terror for what Morati might wreak against me specifically, hope’s ember burned.

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

drive in movie

pairing: john b routledge x reader

summary: sex in the drive in movies. Based off the song ‘bubble pop electric’.

warning: semi public sex, oral, fingering, swearing. (Unedited atm)

(Gif credit - @demoncity )

“Come on Johnny, when you gonna get here?” She sighs over the phone, sitting crossed leg at the foot of her bed as her eyes strain to see the numbers on the clock across from her.

She was waiting for John B to pick her up, it was going to be their 3 month date. Which to her meant it was going to be the night she slept with him. She had this rule about if she still felt the same way about a guy after three months it obviously meant something, she never had sex on the first date.

“Alright, hold your pretty horses. I'll be there in a minute, You just get yourself ready alright babe and you pick the place” he responds, she can hear the sound of the Twinkie rattling on the high way. The wind howling around him as messed up his hair.

“Umm, John B”

“Yeah baby?”

“You might want to hurry, because tonight is the night”.

She hung up before he could respond, throwing her phone into her purse and pulling herself to stand. She double checked her outfit in the mirror and reapplied her lip balm. Spritzing a little bit more perfume before walking out of the room.

She hated how far away he lived from her, she was antsy and excited. She had decided a drive in movie would be the best place, it was never busy and they were guaranteed alone time. She’d pull him to the back seat and show him a good time before the beginning credits even rolled.

She had her purse under her armpit as she ran down the stairs, the sound of the Twinkie rolling over the pebbled driveway had her heart accelerating. Her mother rounds the corner as she reaches for the door handle. “Bye mom” she calls out.

Slamming the door behind her before her mum could question how long she would be or where she was going. John B had a big smile on his face as she ran towards him, the sound of her sneakers scuffing on the pebbles as she came to a stop next to his side o the door.

She leans through to leave a big kiss on the side of his cheek, he turns his head before she can move and envelopes her lips with his. She can taste the mint from his toothpaste on her tongue. It drives her insane.

“To the drive in movies” she states, leaving one final peck on his lips and running around the front of the Twinkie to get to the passenger side. She hops in and he wastes no time, peeling out of the driveway.

He reaches over for her hand to hold while driving, her leg bouncing in anticipation as they got closer to the large open car park. The movie playing was ‘dude where’s my car’, an old classic they had seen before so she didn’t have to worry he’d be too interested in the movie then fucking her.

“What did you mean by tonight’s the night?” John B questions as he hands the ticket attendant five dollars, driving into the car park she looks around and points over to the furthest spot. No car next to them or around them for ages.

“I don’t want to watch the movie John B” she whispers, unbuttoning the first two buttons on her crop top to expose her bra less chest. She sees him physically gulp and his eyes dart back up to her face and then back down to her chest. “Touch me”.

And so he does, he reaches over grips the back of her neck pulling her dainty body to his. Lips smacking together as his finger dust over her hardening nipples, a soft gasp leaves her lips as he tweaks and pulls at it. “Into the back seat” she demands as his lips attack her neck.

She’s the first to pull away and climb into the back, her skirt rising up to flash her black thong. John B’s hand makes contact with her skin and she flinched slightly at the sting, she didn’t think she’d like that so much but she’s already dripping for him.

“Do it again” she whispers, her fingers pull down her skirt until it drops the the floor. He grips her waist and slaps her ass again, soft moans fill the Twinkie. She pulls away from him and pushes his body onto the seat, his legs man spreading so she can kneel between his legs.

Their lips meet again and tongues dance with one another, his fingers knead at the flesh of her ass and hips before pulling her up to straddle him. He can feel her wetness on the light material of his shorts, his dick twitching as she grinds her hips down onto his. “Jesus Christ” he groans as her fingers leave half moon crescents under his shirt.

“Let’s take this off” she mumbles, grabbing the hem of his T shirt to pull it over his head. His bronzed abs on display, she hops off him to sit back on her knees again. Sponging open mouth kisses along his chest until she reached his abs.

Laying her tongue flat on his abs before licking up, his eyes trained on her intently. She grabs the waist band of his shorts and looks up at him through her long lashes. “Please?” She begs quietly, he lifts his hips off the leather seat to grant her better access at pulling them off.

He’s left naked in front of the semi nude girl, her eyes trained on his thick cock sat against his stomach. Her hand reaches out to grasp him and gives him a soft squeeze, he lets out a hiss at the contact. “Your so sexy” he groans, he’s trying to keep his eyes on her but fails when he tongue comes out to lick his head.

His pre cum coating her tastes buds before she swallows. Her mouth pulls him in until he hits the back of her throat, she gags slightly at the beginning until she sets a good pace. Her cheeks hollow around him all the while her tongue works against the prominent vein on his shaft.

He’s letting out curse words and loud moans. His fingers dig so deep into the seat below him he’s worried he might rip the leather right off, he’s trying to stay quiet incase someone walks past the van but the way her warm mouth feels on him he’s worried he’s going to burst.

Suddenly he pulls her away and her lips let out a pop sound, she wipes away the saliva that managed to escape. His grabs her by the jaw and presses his lips to hers. He begins to push her body back until she’s laying on the floor of the Twinkie, her legs spread wide so he can lay in between them.

“I’m going to make you come so hard” he confirms, he grabs the crotch part of her panties and rips them down her legs as she brings her knees together. As soon as they are past her feet she spreads her legs again, his eyes sat upon her glistening pussy.

He’s sure he’s never seen such a pretty pussy before, her pink bud staring at him as he brings himself to his chest. Placing his face directly in front of her pussy, he teases her by kissing up at down her thighs and then onto her folds but never licking.

“Please baby, please” she begs, her fingers find home in his brunette locks. Tugging softly when his tongue parts her folds. She lets out a soft cry when his tongue runs over her bundle of nerves, she uses all her will power not to grind into his face.

His tongue moves against her pussy as his fingers tease her entrance, pulling her knees closer to her chest to give him better access. He pushes his ring and forefinger into her whilst curving them slightly, her chest feels heavy and stomach muscles clench as he fucks into her.

His mouth sucks harshly at her clit while his fingers move in and out of her with ease, loud moans and cries feel the back seat of the Twinkie and he’s sure the van is rocking slightly as she grinds her hips into his hands, he can feel her getting close as her push clenches around him for dear life.

“I’m going to come, oh fuck” she whines, her pussy pulsing around his fingers. She drenches him as she rides her orgasm, he only pulls away when her hand grabs at his wrist. She watches as he pushes those fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. “So sweet, Jesus baby” he states, leaning over her body to kiss her again.

He’s sat between her open legs as their lips smack against each other, one hand holding him up while the other explored her body. Running his fingers over the curve of her breast to palm them in his hand, squeezing softly and pinching her nipple. “How do you want me?” He questions, peering down at her flushed face.

She grips his shoulders and begins to push him up, running her fingers through her messy long hair. “On the seat” she demands, his bum meets the leather again and she wraps her legs around his hips. She gasps at the feeling of his cock brushing against her pussy.

“Wait” she says, quickly jumping off him to grab her purse from the front seat. Giving John B the perfect shot of her curvaceous ass and dripping pussy. He bites down on his hand to stop himself from moaning out at the sight.

She turns back around and takes her seat on his lap again, putting the foil between her teeth she rips it open grabbing a hold of the condom. His eyes follow her hands as she come down between them, her hand gripping his cock and rolling the condom down.

He’s ashamed to say how good that felt, he whole body vibrates with pleasure. His hand comes down to grab the base of his cock and she lifts herself up and sits her entrance on the head of his throbbing cock.

She slides herself down him painfully slow, both their eyes roll to the back of their head at the intense feeling. Once he’s buried deep inside of her she grips his shoulders readying herself to move, his hands come around to grip the flesh of her ass. “Fucking hell, you feel so good” he breaths, his cock twitching against her walls.

She uses her knees to bring herself up and then back down. Loud moans leave her lips as she squeezes her eyes shut and digs her nails into his chest, trying hard not to rock the Twinkie to much with their movement. John B’s fingers massage at her ass and help her roll her hips into him.

“I love your cock, I’m so full holy shit” she moans, throwing her head back as she rides him. The buttons of her shirt still wide open and her breasts spilled out. They bounce with every movement and his eyes are entranced on them, very so often catching a nipple in his mouth as she fucks him.

“I’m close, shit so close” she groans, she didn’t want to finish so early. She wanted to ride this out forever but the familiar ache in her lower belly and toes curling were happening. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer. “Me too baby, let’s go faster” he groans, he wraps an arm around her waist and she grips the handles on the ceiling.

Using all her strength she brings herself up and down his cock as fast as she can, a lighter layer of sweat glistens on her body and her breath is uneven. Biting down on her lip until the familiar metallic taste filled her senses. John B’s grip gets harsher and he’s hitting and checking on her collar bone.

“I’m going to cum, shit shit shit” she screams, her body shaking with pleasure. Her pussy pulsing around him, her juices cover his throbbing cook. The clenching of her pussy has him shooting his load into the condom.

His cock twitching inside of her as they both ride their orgasm. His grip doesn’t let up instead her pulls her back down onto him, her forehead pressed against his shoulder as she steadies her breathing and tries to gain her clear vision back.

“That’s the best sex I’ve ever had” John B admits, this statement causes her heart to flutter in her chest and she peers up at him with a huge grin. “Me too baby” she whispers pressing her swollen lips to his.

They stay like that for a few more moments before they pull away, cleaning them selves up and putting back on their clothes. She peaks out of the window to see the movie is still very much going. “I’m going to run to the toilet, then did you wanna finish watching?” She asks, he nods helping her back over to the front seat.

An hour later they are rolling up to her house, putting the Twinkie in park while she leans over and captures his lips with hers. She jumps out of the car and waves him off but not before he yells out.

“Tell you dad I say hey”

“Johnny get out of here”

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[cryptic-underground]

I recently was going through my miscellaneous music playlist and I got reminded of the song "Woke Up" from Adventure Time: Obsidian, y'know the break up song. It got me thinking of a JTTW Shadowpeach fic idea!

Now I haven't read JTTW, I've only seen OSP's summarizes of the legend and they haven't covered Macaque in the original text so I don't know most of what goes down, this is just a fun idea I had based on LMK

I'm So Glad That I Woke Up

The sky began to set as pink and auburn hues were cast upon the mountains in dying light.

Sun Wukong mind and body were just about spent, and his friend Macaque wasn't helping any.

Tripitaka had been kidnapped, again. Some demons, which he didn't care enough about to remember their names, had showed up while Monkey was distracted and took him away. Macaque had shown up just a few seconds prior to the demons and the other monkey made quick work of getting on the king's nerves.

He sighed rubbing his temples to try and sooze one of his growing migraine, unfortunately the other continued to seat next to him and never halting his excessive chatter.

Macaque tossed small pebbles against a nearby mountain, them bouncing where after he'd catch it before throwing it again. The other disciplines had chosen to avoid the Monkey King in this moment, for fear they'd be the target of his frustration.

"Doesn't walking all this way in one direction boring Peaches? It's got to be so lame!" the other monkey, obviously not reading the aura his friend was casting, said "if you just left we could go in any of the cardinal directions! You already did it before."

Wukong breathed, this was Macaque; his closest friend and companion. He could handle whatever he throws at him, even though he wants to throw him a thousand miles across the East right now. He could handle it.

"Hey Peaches?" The shadow weaver called as he proceeded to poke his arm, when he didn't answer he poked again. And again. "Peaches are you listening to me?" He asked again loudly, placing his lips right next to the Monkey King's ear.

"AGH!! WHAT- WHAT DO YOU WANT MAC?!" The stone monkey yelled out, being quickly brought to his breaking point with the other monkey, "can't you get out of my face for five seconds?!"

Macaque sat silently, the first time since he had shown up. "I have more important things to be worrying about than entertaining you!" He announced angrily towards his friend.

The darker monkey nervously chuckled, he hadn't anticipated it be this hard to get the king to come back with him. "Then why'd ya invite me Peaches?" He said in an attempt to lighten the mood, it did not.

Sun Wukong growled in frustration, his tail swishing against the ground. "I didn't! I was tasked to help a monk on a pilgrimage and you came along!" Monkey shouted. It hurt him inside to be yelling this much at Macaque, he don't remember ever yelling this much at his friend.

The stone monkey sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Go back to the mountain Liu Er Mihou, I can't deal with you acting like trash.." he stated, having his back towards the shadow weaver; his fist clenching.

Macaque stood shocked for a moment. Not believing that it had actually happened. Then his eyes narrowed, glaring at the other monkey, before quickly turning and opening a shadow portal.

The darker of the two monkeys scoffed, hesitating to go through with leaving. The words of an apology seated on his tongue but it dare not leave his lips.

"Goodbye, Sun Wukong.."

And just like that, Macaque had stepped through the portal he'd brought up. Wukong glanced over his shoulder and only saw empty air where the other monkey had previously occupied. The sage had felt his heart ache upon hearing his friend use his name, it had been a long time since the darker monkey had used "Sun Wukong" over "Peaches." He sighed, pushing anymore thoughts of the other in the foregone corners of his mind for now. He can talk this through with Mac later.

In the East, Macaque had arrived back at Flower Fruit Mountain. The population of monkeys that inhabited the mountain had heard the shadow's arrival but chosen to leave him to his own business upon seeing his expression, they had been aware Macaque had went to bring the king home and the look of sorrow and pain that displayed on the warrior's face meant it hadn't gone as planned.

The dark monkey made a b-line towards his room, making sure to lock the door before flopping onto his bed.

Macaque had thought they were close, or at least getting there. That Wukong would come back from a quest upon his request, put their decades worth of relationship over the minuscule amount he'd spent with those silly pilgrimage folk. He thought the sage cared about him, but he was wrong.

Macaque now knew what it was like to get close to the king. He was glad he woke up to that fact before he'd gotten too attached. It may be fun for awhile, you'll have a few laughs, get to know a couple things then a storm comes. It's devastating but the king isn't the one drowning at sea, you are.

He may throw you a life preserver, but he wouldn't actually jump in to save you. Because the king only looks out for number one...

[silver-weasel]

Diving (Deku x Reader)

Pairing : Deku x fem!reader (aged-up characters)

Rating : E, 18+

Tags : smut • fem!reader (she/her) • best friends to lovers / childhood friends to lovers • quirkless AU • p*rn with feelings (like. a lot of them) • public sex (more or less) • switching • hair pulling? • pining • Deku being flustered and an absolute angel what’s new • Reader being a teasing brat • It’s all soft and fluffy, I’m as vanilla as you can get 🤷‍♀️ • Happy birthday to the bestest boyyy I love him so much it hurts

Word count : 10 600 (Holy sh—)

A/N : Thank you @hoe-doroki my beloved and savior for beta-ing <3

Written for @rat-zuki​’s collab in honor of our favorite birthday boy, The Deku Agenda Escapes no One. Thank you so much for letting me join! (go check out the other amazing writers and artists!)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

The ground grinds repeatedly under your hiking shoes, some pebbles being kicked forward on your way. You’re way too deep in the forest to hear any cars passing by and during the two hours you’ve been here you haven’t run into anyone. The place seems empty, the only souls breathing the forest’s thick air being you, Izuku and the birds chirping all around you.

The afternoon is coming to an end, the sun sinking down on its way to hide behind the mountains. The remains of its soft light are filtering through the dense leaves all around and above you. You’re surrounded by green, lush and immeasurable greenery, every plant merging into another.

You’ve left the marked paths, now wandering deep in the richest, boundless part of a forest you both know like the back of your hand after roaming it all over innumerable times. All over, except for this part, in which you’re setting foot for the first time today. Your many previous hiking sessions were shortened by your questionable sense of organization, always arriving too late to explore further into the unknown.

Leaves brush against your knees with every single step you take as you follow Izuku on his heels. He’s moving at a steady pace, his hands holding tight the straps of his yellow backpack that he’s had for as long as you can remember. He’s always so organized, has everything you two could eventually need and generally never do. Two huge flasks of water, an entire meal he calls ‘little snacks’, with sandwiches, fruits, protein bars, even hard-boiled eggs. A first-aid kit with disinfectant, bandages, scissors and painkillers. Hell, you’re even wondering if he has any pads for you in there, in case of an unexpected period. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

You giggle lightly when you see him stumble for the sixth time since you got here; he can’t seem to keep his curious eyes from drifting up and around, looking in every direction, probably retaining every detail and logging it in some impressive mental database of his. And he’s commenting on every little thing he sees too; he makes you notice things you never would have if it weren’t for his candid interest in everything.

“Oh! Look at that bird!” he exclaims, pointing at a branch over your heads. “Do you see it, right there, with the red mark!”

You turn your gaze to where he’s pointing and see a little bird, very cute, but so tiny you’re wondering how one could spot it without specifically looking for it. That’s probably what you like most about Izuku: his attention to detail. That’s the thing—nothing is too small for him, everything is worthy of interest. His eyes always light up with such curiosity, this child-like wonder and it was always one of your favorite things to witness growing up.

When he came over to your house at age six, he was always running around with some bug on his forearm, calling your name, yelling, “Look at this!”

Most of the time, it was a snail or a ladybug, and that always managed to catch your interest. Sometimes, it was a spider or a beetle, and he had you screaming in horror more than once, running to your mother’s legs with weeping eyes. Those times, he always watched you go with wide, sad eyes and a wobbly lip, because, “I would never hurt her, Mom! I swear I didn’t want to scare her!”

“Oh, yeah, I see it! It’s so cute!”

And it is cute, the way his huge green eyes go even rounder in amazement. You treasure these hikes for providing occasions to witness this. But as much as you wish this moment could last forever, the sun is beginning to set, you probably shouldn’t go deeper in the forest at sundown.

“We should probably head back to the car, Izuku. It’s gonna be dark soon.”

“Come on, it’s still so light—there’s no rush!” His lips crook a bit into an impish smile. “Scared that a bear is coming to get you?”

“There aren’t any bears here—we’ve been coming for five years.”

“Because if it’s the bears you’re afraid of,” he begins, ignoring you on purpose, “you know I’ll protect you, right?” he says, sticking out his chest like he’s some superhero.

“Against a bear? Right.”

“You’re underestimating me? That’s just mean.”

You chuckle at his antics, shooting him a look of yours that says, ‘Come on, please?’.

His eyes soften a bit, but he’s used to that look; it’s been years since it worked on him as well as you’d like it to.

“We can just keep going this way, then we’ll make a loop and head back to the car directly! It’ll be even shorter this way.”

“Alright, let’s do that,” you agree, and the smile it elicits from him makes something tingle deep in your stomach.

You move forward again, sinking deeper within the forest. It’s becoming harder and harder to walk, brambly branches and huge leaves blocking your way more and more with every step.

You’re a bit ahead of him when you catch sight of a sparkle behind the bushes. Just a glimpse of light, but you’re positive you saw it. Is there water here? You never really looked at a map of the place before—you just always went wherever you felt like and used the same tracks on the way back. You hurry up a bit, curious eyes fixed on that glimmer of light.

Soon enough the dense greenery comes to an end, and you’re finally out of the bushes, finding your way into a little clearing. You’re standing, speechless, in front of a pond: it’s about forty feet wide, catching the last rays of sunshine in a dazzling reflection. The water is surrounded by gigantic trees big enough to be home to an entire niche of biodiversity, and a half-sandy, half-stony shore with reeds rising from the water on both sides.

It’s all calm and quiet and massive trees, branches pouring, cascading above still water. The air feels cool, filled with a pure smell of dew and spring even though it’s the end of a hot day of July.

Izuku is close behind you and lets out a very cute, “Whoa,” ditching his backpack on the ground next to you in the middle of the cove. The both of you just stand there for a moment in complete silence, aside from the birds chirping. Izuku breaks it first:

“How come we’ve never seen this before? This place is amazing.” He sounds distant as he speaks, soaking up his surroundings like he always does.

“I guess you never know everything about anything,” you say mindlessly, without detaching your gaze of the wonderful view ahead.

He’s standing close to you, very close. You’re only noticing now that you’re coming down from the high of your discovery. Your arms are brushing, you can feel his body heat from how close you two are. It wouldn’t be the first time; you’re no stranger to being physically close to Izuku. You’ve been playing together since you were able to put one foot in front of the other. And you wish you could say it feels any different right now, but that would be a lie. Being close to him always felt the same. Always felt like the only easy thing in your life. The only constant.

Yet it’s not enough. No matter how close, it’s never enough, it never was. You hate yourself for feeling that way; you’ve never been the greedy, unsatisfied type. You have everything with Izuku. Well, almost everything.

But right now this place—this very quiet, beautiful place with no one in sight is doing things to your fertile imagination. Despite the sun just beginning to set, the summer air still remains thick with heat. You find yourself staring in the abyss of that water, admiring the masterpiece of a reflection on the surface, a painting of leaves and clouds and blue sky. It calls you, sings an irresistible song of fresh water on sweaty skin and strong, freckled arms wrapped around you.

You don’t know if the slight, insignificant detail that you would have to undress in order to dive into that water—since you didn’t bring a swimsuit—is a better reason to do it or to refrain from doing so.

You’ve lost count of how many moments you’ve shared with him just like this one. So many chances for you to take. You never have.

Back to the original issue: can you see yourself walk out of that clearing the way you always do? Can you see yourself going home, adding this missed chance to your growing collection of lost memories, of hands within your reach that you chose not to take?

The answer pops in your mind, crystal clear for the first time since you met him.

You drop your bag on the ground, turning to Izuku with a delighted expression stretching your features. The look on your face reminds him of one he’d seen on you as a kid, bouncing on the balls of your feet in front of the ice cream truck. At this moment he just knows you’ve got some stupid shenanigan in mind, like you always do. Once again, he isn’t wrong.

“Wanna take a dip?” You’re squinting at him from his side, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.

“I-I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he stutters.

It’s been a long time since he last stuttered in front of you. He got rid of it years ago, but it still resurfaces sometimes in front of intimidating strangers or in a socially uncomfortable situation. Never in front of you, though.

“Me neither,” you answer plainly with that same impish smile, and his eyes go round at your implications.

“Wait, you can’t be—Oh my God—”

His heart does a great flip in his chest when he catches you taking the hem of your shirt up over your head. In less than five seconds, you’ve got him scorching hot, feverish and suddenly he can’t tell right from left.

His reflex is to bury his face in his hands. He respects you too much to take a peek, but you’re making things very difficult for him. He can hear you move towards the water, can hear the thump of your forgotten shoes hitting the ground one after the other, can hear the soft pad of your naked feet on the rocks.

“For the love of God, please, put it back on…” 

“What? Look at this view, it would be a shame not to make the most of it!”

He’s not looking at the view right now, he can’t let himself. He knows very well he won’t be able to focus on the trees when you’re standing pretty much naked—although he’s not sure to what extent—in front of him. You could be entirely naked right now and he wouldn’t be able to tell, his burning face still hidden in his shaking hands. His voice comes out muffled when he stammers, “I-It’s starting to get late, we really should get back to the car…”

“What, you’re scared of the bears?”

He can’t see you, but he knows you’re sporting that smug grin of yours, the one he first saw when you showed him your impressive collection of Pokémon cards on your preschool’s playground. You’ll have to take a lingering silence for an answer.

“Izuku, come on. I don’t bite.”

He’s not entirely sure the sight of you won’t gnaw him to the bone, won’t melt his entire body down and leave him a hot mess. He won’t be a man anymore, just a walking flame fueled by the heavenly sight of you. No, he can’t let himself fall into that. Obviously you don’t know what you’re doing to him.

Nevertheless, you’re probably the most stubborn person he knows. And he’s friends with Katsuki Bakugou, for God’s sake. He won’t be able to get out of this as easily as he wants, especially as he hears the delicate noise of water splitting at your feet as you enter the little pond.

He slowly moves his hands off of his face. You must have your back turned to him, so maybe he can drift his eyes off somewhere—

You are in front of him, thigh deep in the water now. In nothing but your panties. Your white, flower-patterned lace panties that are doing a very bad job at covering your backside. He lets out a long, pained whine, standing in the middle of the little shore with his arms dangling down his sides, not sure what to do with them.

“Why didn’t you at least keep your bra on?” His voice comes out way more wobbly than he intended to.

You turn a little so you can look at him, and it takes every little bit of strength he’s got left to look you in the eye. But as you’re turning around, the smooth curve of your breast starts showing, and God, is that your nipple?

He wants a giant hole to swallow him right now. He wants some forest creature to come for him right this instant, anything to keep him away from you, keep him from doing things he might regret. To punish him for having such thoughts about you, because you trust him, you’re so oblivious, so innocent, and he’s so weak against this inner monster that’s eating him away.

With a little frown, you deliver the answer like it’s self-evident as you kneel into the water, the surface just above your chest:

“I didn’t want it to get wet.”

“But you’re okay with your panties getting wet?”

The realization of what he just said is slow but surely comes. And when it does, he wishes even harder to get erased from the surface of this planet he’s already lucky enough to share with you. There is a long silence, and all he can hear for a few seconds are the birds chirping and the violent pounding of his heart against his ribcage, straining to get out.

You turn back around to look at him, dumbstruck. 

“I’m more than okay with that—”

“Please forget I just said that,” he cuts you off. He’s not sure he can bear to hear more of this.

“I’m never forgetting you said that. It’s pure gold,” you scoff.

He can only answer with a drawn-out whine. He doesn’t have any choice in this, does he?

When you dive in the water, he takes both his shaking hands to the hem of his shirt and starts undressing.

What the fuck am I doing?

The water is so pure you can see underwater as clear as day: the few rocks at the bottom, the little silvery fish all around you, and the last rays of sunlight permeating through the calm surface above your head. The water feels a bit cold on your naked skin since the sunlight and summer heat must only hit the clearing at certain hours of the day. Still, the cold water isn’t enough to clear your foggy mind.

What was I thinking?

You’ve always been a bashful person, why is it changing all of a sudden? Maybe it’s the devastating effect Izuku has on you.

You try to calm down a bit, taking a deep breath. So, you’re pretty much naked in front of him. Well, it definitely wouldn’t be the first time, and it (probably) won’t be the last. Now you just have to go through with your stupid idea. It’s no big deal, it’s only Izuku. Only Izuku.

Only Izuku.

Fuck.

You finally surface, not only because you can’t hide underwater forever, but also because, surprisingly, you’re not a fish, you have to actually breathe.

You push your dripping hair to the back of your head, still careful to keep your breasts under the water. Izuku’s already in to his hips when you turn around to look at him, your vision still blurry from the water trickling all over your face. He’s merciless, standing like that, only the elastic of his boxers peeking out of the water. You’re a bit surprised by the plain, black color. You were expecting something along the lines of blue, yellow and red. Izuku is full of surprises.

But nevermind the color of his underwear—what you find just above is mesmerizing. Your indiscreet, incorrigible gaze can’t help following the thin trail of hair tracing up to his navel, then the stunning lines of his abs, partly hidden behind his freckled forearms shyly crossed over them. The freckles spread up his powerful arms, gently sunkissed, scattering all over his broad shoulders.

Is he actually hiding, though? Doesn’t he know he looks like he was carved by the gods themselves?

“Have you done this before?”

The sound of his voice startles you a bit. Ah, right. You were shamelessly staring. It takes you a couple of seconds to force your distracted mind back into focus. “Done what?”

“Skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s my first time. It looks like it’s yours too.” His big, bright eyes drift around like they don’t know where to look. It’s really cute.

“It is,” he admits, now kneeling into the water as well. “I would’ve thought you were used to this.” You arch a single eyebrow in an amused frown.

“What, do I look like I have a professional degree in skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s just…You look confident, it just seemed like it.”

Confident? You’re nowhere near confident—you’re terrified. You try to keep your cool, but it’s probably the first time you’re putting on an act in front of Izuku.

“Well, you’re not so bad at it yourself.” You don’t miss the little blush coating his cheeks at that. “Also, I’m not exactly naked.”

“You’re not exactly dressed either, that’s a...v-very small piece of clothing.” He’s blushing a bit harder, looking away.

“Oh, seems like you paid some attention to my piece of clothing then, good to know.”

Now he’s quite simply scarlet. A very cute, very hot, freckled tomato. He’s so easily flustered, it only makes you want to tease him some more.

“Were your legendary All Might boxers in the dirty hamper? That’s a shame. I’m a bit disappointed,” you say in a mockingly innocent voice.

He doesn’t retort, simply stands there on his knees, shooting you an unreadable look and a little pout. After a few seconds, you open your mouth to continue, only to be startled by a strong splash hitting you in the face.

When you snap out of your shock, hair and face dripping all over your shoulders, you look up at him with what must be the scariest look of betrayal. Or the most ridiculous, apparently, since he starts laughing, louder and louder, and can’t seem to stop.

“Oh, you’re pretty pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?” You can’t help but chuckle while talking, his laugh is so contagious.

“I am, yeah!” he manages to articulate, only starting to calm down.

As the calm of the forest returns, you watch his eyes go back to their usual round shape bit by bit, his face relaxing again. His smile causes butterflies to fly up and around in a whirlwind deep into your belly. You chuckle a bit at the feeling, almost embarrassed by how he’s making you feel like you’re in some dumb, cliche rom-com movie. On the outside, you must look a bit like a maniac, but he’s a nice guy, so he simply asks, “What is it?”

And before you can overthink yourself out of it, you’re hurling yourself at him. He barely has the chance to stutter a weak, “Wait!” before you’re putting all your weight on him, sinking his head deep in the water. Izuku may well be a nice guy, but you know he isn’t going to let you get away with this, so you’re not surprised when you’re dragged underwater by your legs. He lets go immediately, a bit abruptly, even, like it burnt his hands to touch you.

You both emerge from the water soon, and it takes you a second to get rid of the water blurring your vision, but then it hits you. How tantalizingly close you are to each other now, your bodies an inch away from touching. You’re both on your knees, enveloped in the coolness of crystal clear water and the reflections of the canopy of leaves above your heads. A spark of electricity makes you freeze on the spot; you’re so close to him your breasts slightly brush against his chest.

After a little eternity, you find the courage to look up at his face. He looks mindblowing, really. Despite the two decades you spent together, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen the pure, astonishing details of his freckles from this close. You would remember it, you definitely would. It’s a spectacular view, one of those visual memories that comes back to hit you in flashes. His nose and cheekbones are covered in them, drawing a mesmerizing pattern, more complex than the Milky Way itself. They’re an uncrackable equation, like a weird quirk of nature that you’ll never understand but don’t question anyway. They spread a little more scattered, but still very present, up to his forehead and down to his delicate jaw.

And his eyes—you could just drown in them. There’s this bright, blinding light there that feels like laying in the grass and looking up at the sunlight coating the leaves of this tree, the one you grew up near and always played under.

You swear you didn’t move, neither did he, and still you manage to get even closer to him. Now it’s you against the inexorable attraction that pulls you towards him like a fierce magnet. And it’s a losing battle, you think, as you’re both entering each other’s personal space like you share just one.

There’s nothing friendly about the way he can’t look you in the eye, seemingly too obsessed with your lips. You drop your gaze to his and find them calling for you. It’s been so long, now the thought of kissing Izuku seems unfamiliar despite being ever-present in your imagination for so many years. Like repeating a word so much it ends up becoming a series of meaningless sounds to your confused mind.

He’s the one who finally closes the distance, his lips landing on yours so softly you can barely feel them. He doesn’t move, simply content with the contact. You’re both eight years old again for a minute. The kiss feels like the little peck a kid would finally give to his crush in the middle of their school’s playground before running away to his friends.

Time seems to stop for God knows how long, and after what feels like no time and forever all at once, his lips move hesitantly against yours, bringing you back to reality. Right then, it all crashes on you like a tremendous wave. The distant echo of your mothers’ voices from the kitchen and the stupid cartoons they made you watch so they could talk for ten more minutes. The games alone together because no one wanted to play with you two weirdos. The piggyback rides, the dumb jokes, the video games (you always won). The neverending texting sessions at night because one of you couldn’t sleep. The fights that never lasted long enough to see the next sunrise because you both are way too weak for each other. All those stupid places that wouldn’t have looked half as breathtaking if it weren’t for him.

His lips are soft but roughly bitten. Hot and wet from the water and maybe from something else. He doesn’t taste like anything other than home, and that’s more than enough for you. His hands went up to cup your face at some point, but you’re too drowned in all the feelings coming up to the surface to pay attention to anything other than his soft mouth pressing on yours, more and more, opening up—

And it’s already over. You only notice that you’ve closed your eyes when you open them again when you don’t feel anything against your mouth other than the summer air. When your mind manages to regain any sense of function, the blurry focus of your gaze settles on his eyes. Wide open. Pupils eating up the dazzling viridian that puts the forest to shame. And a terrified expression in them.

He’s looking at you like he hurt you. His lips should still be on yours, kissing and sucking, not frozen like they are right now, obviously trying to express something painful as a few weak sounds pass their barrier before he finally manages to speak:

“Oh—Oh my God, I-I’m s—”

You don’t let him finish his stupid sentence. You don’t think twice before you take his face in your hands and lean in to kiss him again, with shameless intent this time. No more pretending—you’ve been waiting long enough for this and apparently, so has he.

It’s nothing gentle this time when your mouths crash against each other, teeth clashing and lips bruising under the weight of twenty years. You hold to his face like a lifeline, fingers sinking just a bit into his cheekbones, the tip of your nails getting caught in the knots of his dripping hair just above his ears. It’s messy, your noses rubbing before he angles his face better. One of his hands loops around your waist in a tight grip, forcing your chest to crush against his, the other burying in your hair at the base of your skull.

The feeling is electrifying, indescribable. It’s nothing like the pale, miserable depiction of your imagination. It’s discovering life in color when all you’ve always known was black and white.

The water is cool, but his body scorches against yours, burns your skin in the most exquisite way. The kiss is desperate on both parts, but neither of you is confident. His lips suck on yours with tentative motions, and you respond in kind the best you can. They are hungry, starving for flesh but don’t know how to hunt.

Your hands are gripping more and more of his hair, pulling harder, sending waves of heat all the way down his groin, and he’s not sure he can hide the bulge growing there for much longer.

He has to be sure, he has to be absolutely certain you want this as much as he does, because once he starts, he may not be able to stop. But you feel so good, all pressed against him. Your skin feels so soft under his hand at the small of your back he has to dig his nails in the skin of your waist so he doesn’t cross a line. But the curve just above your ass is begging for him to grip at the tender flesh and squeeze, fill his hands with it. He’s been dreaming about this for so long.

No, he can’t just hurl himself at you like a hunting wolf the first chance he gets—what kind of friend does that?

It takes him every bit of focus he has left to break the kiss, to part away from you. You have to discuss this, he can’t just throw away twenty years of friendship! Now you’re looking up at him with puppy eyes saying, ‘Why won’t you play with me?’ He breathes out a shaky sigh, and begins:

“Um, look. Believe me when I say I’ve wanted this for a very, very long time, and I love you so, so much. As a friend, I mean.” He sees you frown at this, catches a glint of something he doesn’t like in your eyes, then panics. “No, no, no, I mean, a-as a friend, but also more than that, o-obviously. But I don’t know what you want, you might be...d-disappointed, or...um—” His face starts heating up like it hasn’t in ages. He takes another breath, tries to clear up the muddled mess happening in his head. “Look, I just want the best for you, but you look...good, very good, and you’re making things very difficult for me, doing...this—”

“Izuku.” The deafening hubbub filling his mind falls suddenly silent, your voice a comforting, steady rock for him to cling to when his mind is storming out of control.

“Yeah?”

You get even closer to him, since he gradually set some distance while mumbling his anxious thoughts out again. You cup his face in your hands, a gentle, featherlight touch, and look up at him with determination in your eyes. You pull his head down a bit to settle on yours, your foreheads and noses connected, never breaking eye contact. Your lips graze over his, both your breaths mixing there, your voice a quiet whisper as you speak again. “Do you want me?”

Out of the jittery mess of his mind, the answer comes out like evidence, plain and simple: “Yes.”

“Then shut up and kiss me.”

You take action immediately, kissing him once again and this time he doesn’t hesitate to put his—still rather shaky—hands on you. The feeling of you is addicting, pushing his insecurities further in the back of his mind. He starts at your waist, running his thumbs there, feeling the goosebumps rising on your skin. They wander up your spine, counting every single bump of your bones, all the way to your nape. Then dragging them back down to settle on your hips, his fingers digging in the soft flesh. The little sigh you breathe on his lips causes an impressive amount of blood to run straight to his dick. 

Your mouth is distracting, dizzying, sucking on his bottom lip, nipping playfully. His tongue slides over your lips, then against your own when you open up immediately for him. You’re pressing against him even more, your breasts rubbing against his naked chest and he swears you’re going to be the death of him. You’re hanging from his shoulders by now, your arms circling his neck, still gripping a handful of green hair, pulling. You have to stop doing this—he might cum right away. He doesn’t say it aloud, only lets a moan escape him into your mouth.

He wanted this, wanted this for so long, and now that it’s real, it’s beyond everything he could have imagined. The heat of your skin, the weight on his shoulders as you cling to him, your breath in his mouth, your little sighs.

He’s only now noticing that his hands have gone to reach their destination with a mind of their own. They’re on your ass underwater, feeling the white, wet lace, the sole cloth on your entire body—that thing is just there to tempt him. He’s unsure if you like what he’s doing until you release a whimper, louder this time, enough to send a vibration against his mouth (and straight to his cock at the same time).

Suddenly, he wants to taste a lot more of you. You’re all open up to him for the first time—he has to. He trails a series of open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, savoring every little sigh escaping your lips, then to your neck, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat.

The water is fresh all over you, and he doesn’t miss the shivers running up and down your skin at the contact of the twilight breeze. He needs to warm you up, needs to make you feel good, needs everything to be perfect for you. With his hands still on your ass, he trails lower down to your collarbone, allowing some occasional nips on the way that have you shaking. He freezes, looking up at you from there.

“Is this okay?”

The answer comes out breathy, a little desperate: “Yes, yes, please!” It sends a wave of heat all over him, the way you like what he’s doing to you, the way he’s making you feel good.

He’s not experienced or anything, only had a few hookups a couple of times, so he’s not very confident in his capacities, aside from running his hands all over you because that’s how his instincts are manifesting. You know him better than anyone—of course you would know how lost he could be in this kind of situation. But he also knows you’re not much more experienced than him, and that thought is comforting.

He’s experienced in one thing, though. He feels like the worst, filthiest person on the planet for this, but it’s astonishing the number of times he jerked off to the thought of what’s happening right now. How many times did he fuck his hand in the shower thinking about the water trickling down your skin, about licking it off your breasts all the way up to your neck.

So he does what he’s been dying to do for years. your breasts are just above the surface, so he sits on his heels and licks down your chest. When his tongue finally reaches your nipple, giving it a tentative lick, you let out a gasp, encouraging him to get bolder. And he does, closing his mouth on it like it’s the sweetest lollipop; it’s all cold and hard and raised from the water, but it warms up really quickly against the furnace of his mouth. His right hand leaves your ass to cup the neglected other, running his thumb against the bud, squeezing the flesh. That’s when you reach out to bury a hand in his hair, and pull again. God, you can pull on his hair all day and night like this; he’ll never get enough.

His left hand, still on your ass, rises up to the small of your back, feeling you arching more and more, pushing against his mouth. A harder nip has you gasping and he lets his hands run all over you, wandering without direction. It’s messy and urgent; he can’t help it—you feel so good, so soft under his hands. He’s like a kid getting to open his Christmas gifts in the morning after an endless, sleepless night waiting for Santa.

You trail your hand down his chest and his abdomen, a gentle reminder that the power he holds right now could slip through his fingers any moment. He’s willing to give it to you, especially since he doesn’t really know what to do next.

Like you just read his mind, you take his hands in yours, stopping their chaotic race. He’s feeling himself flush a bit—was he going too fast for you? Did he scare you? Or did he just let himself become overwhelmed by his feelings and it didn’t feel good for you? His eyes are looking down directly at your naked chest, he realizes he never took a proper look at them, too busy throwing himself to taste them. They look just as good as they taste, as beautiful as the rest of you.

Tentatively, he raises his eyes to find your reassuring gaze and fond smile. You lead his hands down slowly, setting them on your hips, over the criminal lace fabric preserving your modesty. Your foreheads connect again, but you never break eye contact. Lacing your fingers together, you guide his thumbs into the elastic on both sides, and now that he gets what you’re trying to do, his mind just stops.

Your voice is barely a whisper, a mesmerizing caress on his lips when you speak again. “I think I’ve waited long enough, Zuku.”

Your tone is fond, but you sound so desperate, it’s unbearably cute. His mind fogs up, the smoke of your words filling his skull and he wants to drive you as mad as you drive him. Sure, you’ve waited a lot, but so has he. He isn’t going to rush this, not if he has any say in it.

He slides your panties down your thighs underwater inch by inch. It’s even too slow for him; right now he just wants to rip the stupid piece of lace off of you and fuck you and him both stupid in the water, hard and fast. But even more than that, he wants to take his time with you, wants to take you apart piece by piece. And the testy whine it elicits from you makes it all so worth it.

You shift a bit so he can take your underwear completely off and, in a second, it lays abandoned on the sandy ground of the shore. Just knowing you’re now completely naked in front of him, it sends boiling desire flowing through every single vein in his body. He can’t see that part of you yet, the water darkening along with the sky clouding his view beneath the surface, but nightfall can’t do anything about Izuku’s wild imagination. He’s dizzy, feeling himself slowly falling into a half-conscious daze, but you anchor him right where you are, bringing him back to the reality of your arms hooked around his neck.

He rests his hands on your hips, dragging his fingertips down the soft flesh of them. The idea of touching you down there is making his head spin, he can’t wait any longer.

“Can I—”

“Yes, I want your fingers inside me,” you say before driving your lips back against his.

Without further ado, one of them goes straight to your core, making you jump a bit, breaking the kiss just for a second. He runs his index between your folds, feeling hot slick already coming out of you despite the fresh water around. His touch is light, slow, hesitant as it glides up and down, testing the waters. He’s getting a bit further, putting a bit more pressure with every stroke and earning a few pleased sighs from your heavenly mouth.

He expected a sudden reaction as soon as he found your clit, but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the drawn-out moan coming out of your gorgeous lips, wet from his mouth and from your dip earlier. He wants to hear that again, every day for the rest of his life. He drags his thumb over it, again and again, slow at first, but then quicker and quicker, and your voice grows louder with every speed-up of his finger.

Your hands go frantic over him, running up his chest and down his abs in repeated motions that feel a lot like it’s lust driving your limbs much more than your mind. You stopped kissing him at some point, your mouth too busy expressing every ounce of pleasure you felt to focus on such basic motions. Your face is buried in his neck, your hot breath crushing against his skin.

He presses his index inside, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing, trying not to hurt you, that he doesn’t notice the shift of your own hand leaning down until he feels it cupping the painful bulge in his boxers. His eyes go wide with a gasp, and when he looks at you, you already have a playful, but intense, gaze piercing right through him.

“Did you think I was gonna let you play all on your own, Zuku?” Your fingers graze over the soaked fabric, down his entire length and to his balls, throwing gasoline on the fire that’s been consuming him for ages. “Don’t be selfish,” you whisper directly in his ear as your hands slip his underwear down his thighs.

As soon as the piece of cloth gets to join your forgotten panties on the shore, you wrap your pretty hand around him. And when you start stroking, his eyes roll so hard he swears he can see the inside of his skull. It feels better than he ever could have imagined; it’s blistering, astonishing. The only idea his brain can manage to work out right now is that he wants you to feel just as good.

He only notices now that his fingers stopped moving, and they go right back to a steady pace, but it’s a matter of seconds before he drives another finger into you. Soon, you’re both fucking the life out of each other with your hands. You’re sucking and nipping at his ear, and every single moan he draws out of you ends up turning against him, breaking into the defenses he built year after year by your side. He’s simply fucking into your hand now. He can’t help it, you feel so good. He doesn’t even want to think about what it’s going to feel like to fuck into your tight little cunt, he might cum hard just from the thought of it.

The spongy spot he finds inside you feels like he just struck gold. It’s glorious, the sounds you make right now, higher, louder. You’re tightening around his fingers, but it’s okay—you can crush them for all he cares. He wants you to moan higher for him, wants you to keep riding his fingers like your life depends on it.

“Izuku, ah—I’m close, I’m so close, please…”

“I got you, baby. I got you, shit—”

He quickens the pace again, feels like his fingers are gonna fall off his hand the moment he gets them out of you, but fuck, what his princess wants, his princess is gonna get. Your orgasms shatter the both of you to pieces, and in the bliss of his high, he can hear some birds flying away, scared by the harmonious, but probably very loud, song of your combined moans.

While his cum strikes out by ropes into the water, his clouded mind can only think about one thing.

He needs more of you.

You can barely stand on your knees, worn out from cumming the hardest you have in your entire life. You actually have to lean on Izuku so you don’t fall into the water head first like some boneless ragdoll. You just let your forehead rest on his shoulder and count the freckles there, splattered in a fascinating work of abstraction.

But apparently, he has other plans. You’re swiftly lifted up and out of the water, huge scarred hands firmly holding the back of your thighs that immediately come to circle his waist.

“Oh, nice. I don’t mind getting carried around like a baby. Where are we going?”

“Not far,” he says with a little grin, walking out of the water. “Do you think you’ll be able to walk?” His voice holds a sarcastic tone, one you’re not used to hearing out of Izuku’s angel mouth.

“I think I can manage, yeah.”

He drops you to stand on your legs, and immediately goes for his backpack. The sun has just set, its last rays of light filling the pink sky over your heads. You can still easily make out everything around you, and Izuku’s body is no exception.

You’re watching him with a raised eyebrow, letting your shameless gaze follow every curve you couldn’t see underwater. The day he started exercising in high school was the day you knew it was over for you. It was the day you couldn’t deny what you felt anymore, you couldn’t deny your best friend was everything you needed, and everything you wished for. The physical factor was only a—very pleasant— addition to the list of things that made you fall hard for Izuku Midoriya.

Your eyes linger over his impressive figure, staring at the dimples at the small of his back. You always knew they were here, but you never allowed yourself to look at them, to imagine how they would grow repeatedly hollow with every thrust of his hips into you.

He finally digs out what he was looking for: a plaid picnic blanket, because of course he would have one in there. He’s wearing a little victorious smile when he stands and turns around to spread it on a grassy spot that looks a lot more comfortable than the hard ground. He turns back to you but averts his gaze to the side, hardly looking directly at you for more than a second at a time. The heat of his gaze tracing your curves through quick glances pools deep in your core. 

“You know you can look, right?” You sure aren’t refraining from doing so after all.

His face reaches its usual redness—hasn’t he learned anything from making you cum like crazy with just his fingers? It’s cute nonetheless; Izuku will never change.

He doesn’t answer your rhetorical question, only gives you a shy command in that tentative, very cute voice of his.

“Could you lay down on this for me?”

You saw this coming, but still, you’re a bit surprised he’s asking you that out loud. You gladly oblige with your legs pressed together, slightly bent. It’s another golden opportunity to tease him a bit:. “This isn’t exactly the right use for this blanket. Aren’t we supposed to eat on this?”

He smiles at the ground while kneeling at your feet.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”

Your sly smile fades away. His tone is a contradictory mix of shyness and determination, so it’s a bit confusing but also unbearably hot—you swear an astounding wave of heat is crashing through your deepest parts, untouched, just from some words and a funny tone. You rub your thighs together before he grabs and parts them to slip himself between them.

He crawls over you and leans down to kiss you, a bit more confident than earlier. His hips are pressing between your legs, where you can feel his hardness best.

He’s rutting more and more against you as the kiss intensifies. You could think it’d be a lot less exciting now that you know he’s going to eat you out, there’d be no suspense. Wrong. The little shit apparently likes to tease you to death, because he left your lips to kiss your face, nip at your neck, suck at your ears. Dragging his devilish hands everywhere, pressing harder each time you get louder. An especially heavy whine makes him buck hard, his mouth back against yours.

“The more impatient you get, the slower it’s gonna be,” he murmurs against your lips, and starts to make his way down to where you want him, kissing every inch of you, clouding your mind with desire. It’s way too much and still not enough; it’s maddening. When he finally reaches down, you’re on the verge of a second orgasm like you hadn’t just come down a few minutes ago.

He’s holding your thighs apart in a firm grip. Just the touch of his fingers burns your skin deliciously, and the look he’s giving you from between your legs...his eyes are clouded, half-lidded, looking at the part of you he’s never gotten to see before. It feels like he’s been looking forever and just a second at the same time.

He finally dips into you, leaving butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs, punctuated by little nips, nuzzling the soft skin. He’s not looking you in the eye anymore, his gaze lingering all over your body—all over except for your face. You can make out a slight blush on his cheeks despite the dimness all around. You know him better than anyone, so you immediately recognize what’s going on in his mind just from the slightest hint in his eyes. He looks like he’s fighting a battle against himself, his shyness against his hunger. And you know who you’re both rooting for.

He finally gives in, and it takes your breath away. A single, slight lick on your clit and you’re gone. And the next ones, more and more intense, more and more hungry, push you further to tumble over your edge. He grunts into your heat, multiple times. Moans like he’s the one squirming under your mouth.

His hands hold a firm grip on your hips, squeezing the flesh and keeping you in place—he doesn’t even give you an inch to move. You can only take and take and take. But you still have the luxury of your free hands, and they rush to bury in the knots of his messy wet curls, your nails dragging, scratching his scalp.

His lips close on your clit and suck just a bit, and before you can refrain, you pull on his hair, hard. He gasps, and the moment you think you hurt him, he breathes his loudest moan, right into you. You’re filled with the vibrations—they spread all over your body, have you throwing your head back, trembling from head to toe.

The louder you are, the hungrier he gets, filling you with his insatiable tongue. You have to look at him right now. And you expected quite a show, but you certainly weren't prepared to see this—him rutting against the ground like an animal. You realize he’s getting off just from your taste, just from eating you out. His hips roll repeatedly, making you salivate just to the thought of those same hips bucking into yours, fucking you into oblivion. And the more he ruts, the louder he gets.

Now if he wants to moan, you’re going to give him a good reason to. 

You hint for him to face you with a light tug on his hair. As soon as he’s back up, he dives in to kiss you. You don’t let him. In a second he’s on his back with you seated on his hips.

“What did I say about letting you play on your own, hm?”

The ‘deer caught in headlights’ look is so cute on him. And the rest is a marvel to look at. You’re straddling him and he has no other choice than to let you devour him with your eyes—not that he couldn’t bounce you off of him with just a thrust of his hips, but he already would have if he wanted to. You let your gaze wander mindlessly over him—it’s surreal. There’s no way he’s actually under you, waiting for you to please him back with his mouth and jaw still shining with your juices. It has to be a dream—it’s always been after all.

You shift so you’re straddling his parted thighs. You can finally take a look at him. The whole thing, that is. His cock is resting against his lower stomach, hard and swollen and thick. It’s a pretty, bright pink, shining with pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters just at the sight of it.

He’s looking down at you, his face as flushed as his dick, that usual blush still exquisitely coating his freckles. You take him in your hand, dive in to give a lick to the tip and his head falls back down with a whimper. You let your tongue drag over the whole length on the underside, and your lips close around the tip in a wet smooch. His hips jerk up a bit, startling you.

You finally take him whole in your mouth, and you can feel his whole body tensing under you. You start bobbing up and down, going a bit further each time, earning a series of shameless moans because this boy is loud. You expected him to express himself during sex since he’s such a mumbler—and frankly, it was always one of your biggest fantasies, hearing him come undone because of you, lose any sense of shame and self-restriction when he’s such a anxious person otherwise.

But you could’ve thought about it every night and day and still never be ready for this. It’s sinful. His hand goes to grab your hair just like you did to him, and now you get why he liked it so much. The feel of his nails scratching your scalp is electrifying, soothing and destructive at the same time.

Your tongue hits a precise spot just under the tip and he jerks up again, nearly screams, “Fuck—yes, right there, please—d-do that again!”

And you do, you can only oblige—he asked so nicely. Your lips go up and down, over and over, your tongue grazing this spot with a bit more pressure every single time. You squint over him, and what you find there is a mess. Trying so hard not to buck into your mouth but failing miserably. Sounding like he’s at Heaven’s gate.

“Easy, Zuku. You’re gonna scare the birds away,” you chuckle against him, your lips brushing the tip, dripping with your saliva and pre-cum.

“Do I need to remind you…how loud you were for me earlier?” He’s looking back down at you as he speaks, a tremble in his voice telltale of his approaching climax. “You sounded...so good, baby, I swear...wanna hear you again, wanna make you scream, just for me, fuck—”

You can feel yourself soaking the blanket, can feel the slick trickle down your folds and stain the plaid cotton. Is he aware of what he’s doing? Or is he just saying whatever is going through his chaotic mind? In any case it has you starving. So you let go of his cock and, before he can protest, crawl back to his face and kiss him desperately. Tasting both of your fluids in a mindblowing mix.

You pull back just enough to be able to speak, because you need him to understand you loud and clear when you say:  “Please, Izuku, I need you inside me, I’ve waited so long. Please.”

“Okay, okay, fuck—” He cuts himself off, his eyes slightly drooping like a sad puppy. “I-I don’t have any condoms.”

“You mean you probably have pads in there for me but no condoms?” you say with your eyebrows raised, your mocking tone hinting at a teasing remark, far from criticism.

He frowns in confusion. “How do you know I have pads in there?”

“So the legend turns out to be true. After all these years—”

“Shut up, you’re impossible,” he chuckles heatlessly, resting his hands on your back.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assure him with a soft tone.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m on the pill, yeah.”

He rolls his eyes, then clarifies, a hint of hesitation clear in his voice.

“No I mean...you’re sure you wanna do this?” He marks a brief pause, takes a short breath. “With me?”

You don’t even think before answering, it slips your mouth like it’s not even your own words: “I don’t want it with anyone else.”

There’s a silence.

“Fuck, that sounds cheesy,” you scoff, looking away.

“It does, but we’re both cheesy idiots, apparently.”

You look back at him. His smile is so fond, so loving; it melts your heart in the best way.

“I wanna be your cheesy idiot,” you say against his mouth, looking right into his eyes, willing to fall in them.

“You always have been,” he nearly whispers. It fills your stomach with familiar warmth, intense and overwhelming, comforting.

There’s a bittersweet taste in your mouth, one of regret and lost time and God, we’re idiots.

Now it’s about time you make up for it all.

You look down at him, rolling your hips against him, dripping all over his cock, coating him in your juices.

“I think I asked you something, didn’t I?”

A whimper escapes him at the feeling. His hips buck up slightly, hands gripping at your back. When you do it again, you don’t get the chance to see his reaction; you’re on your back again, him towering over you, his thigh between your legs.

He’s looking at you with something in his eyes you don’t recognize, but the tone he speaks with has your entire body quaking.

“And you’re gonna get it, sweetheart.”

He holds himself over his left forearm, his hand thumbing at your cheek while the other strokes the whole length of your thigh. Your noses are brushing, your breaths crashing together. Your hands hold tight to his nape, playing with the short hair mindlessly as you’re waiting to be filled, finally.

You feel the stretch instantly. You try to focus on those mesmerizing emerald gems he calls eyes. They look right through your soul, eating you up and you barely feel the pain. He’s taking it slow, inch by inch, giving you all the time you need, caressing your cheek with a tender stroke of his thumb.

“Relax for me, baby.”

Izuku’s voice is a soothing sound over the incessant chirping of the grasshoppers. It was always one of your favorite things to hear, its every tone another blessing to your ears. It’s loving when he asks if you’re okay, comforting when he whispers sweet nothings to you as you cry on his shoulder, heartening when he’s going on about anything he’s passionate about.

He’s kissing every part of skin he has access to, over your face, your jaw, your neck. You feel yourself relaxing around him, and roll your hips up to give him the hint.

When he starts moving it’s still slow and careful. He doesn’t break eye contact, so you can see his every reaction, and he can see all yours. His hand is still playing with your hair, even as his pace speeds up with every second. The weight of him over you feels amazing, it holds him close against you, countless parts of you both rubbing together: your chests, your stomachs, your thighs. He doesn’t even have a lot of space to move. But getting to touch and get touched by him like this, it's incredible. You always had him so close to you, always right there and still so out of reach.

You still need more; you’re insatiable. You need to see him come undone under you, because of you. You push him to roll on his back, and you end up straddling him, setting the pace yourself. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, taking balance on the hard planes of his abs. He immediately reaches up to grab your hips, guiding you along.

His face tenses up, frowning, his nose wrinkling, his lips parted just to let out a series of breathy sighs. He looks wrecked and dizzy and stunning. He’s keeping his eyes open, fixed up on you, specifically on your breasts, bouncing with your every motion. And you can feel his gaze on your skin just as much as you feel his hands gripping harder at the flesh below your hips.

“Eyes up here, Zuku,” you coo with two fingers pointed at your eyes.

He doesn’t answer, only sits up easily and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You look so amazing, you have no idea what you do to me,” he says with a trembling voice, filled with bliss.

Your heart misses a beat at his words, they fill you with warmth and comfort because he definitely doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing to you. He delves his face into your neck, kissing and nuzzling, his breath coming shorter and shorter, crashing against your skin and his hands running all over you. The sound of his hoarse voice resonates through the forest and through your soul, echoing an enchanting song.

With little effort, he puts you back under him so he can pound into you with full force, and your legs immediately come up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands grab his hair, tugging to see if you get the same reaction as earlier, and it doesn’t miss: he lets out a groan right into your ear, speeding up his pace again.

The sky is dark now, and all you can hear are his moans and yours and the slap of your hips coming together repeatedly. Your head is thrown back when he grabs you by the hair, forcing you to turn your head and face him.

“Look at me. I wanna see you.”

“Izuku, I’m gonna—”

“I know, baby. Let go for me, come on.”

Just the feel of his hand trailing down your stomach awakens something in you, this familiar pressure growing tight in your belly. And when his fingers reach your clit, a couple of strokes are enough to have you screaming his name, tightening around him, and pulling him towards his climax with you. His thrusts come franticly as you milk him dry, clawing desperately at his back, panting in his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you through both your climaxes.

As soon as he comes down, he rolls over on his side, still laying close to you, an arm thrown over you. You both take a minute to catch your breaths and, weirdly enough, you don’t hear anything aside from your panting. You really must have scared the birds away. Izuku breaks the silence first.

“Do you wanna...sleep at my place?”

He’s looking over at you and, despite the sky getting dark, you can easily imagine the blush coating his cheeks right now, like he didn’t make you scream his name, drunk on his cock two minutes ago.

You can’t repress your fond smile at his proposition.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You take a minute to gather your clothes from all over the place and get dressed, then grab your bag to tug it over your shoulder.

“You got everything?”

Izuku is waiting for you just outside the trees. You take a quick look around, making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and turn around without a second look at the place.

Because although it was your first time setting foot here, it definitely won’t be the last; you will come back here with Izuku every chance you get, making it your shared secret, your own little wonderland.

You gladly take the hand he’s offering, making him blush a little harder, and you head straight back into the forest together.

You walk side by side as a comfortable silence settles, only disturbed by the grasshoppers’ incessant, boisterous chirping. The sky is utterly dark now, you can make out a few stars shining above the dense trees. You walk at a steady pace, but Izuku is going a bit faster with every step. Soon enough, he’s walking a bit ahead of you, still holding your hand. Another golden occasion to tease his eagerness.

“Are we in a hurry, Zuku?”

In the dark of the night, you struggle to make out the look on his face as he turns around to look at you. A second later, he’s running, and with your hand firmly held in his, you can’t do much but try to follow along. You giggle as you run, and it quickly grows into a belly-deep laughter. He’s fast, doesn’t get tired, but you follow him anyway, probably as eager as he is. You have to zig-zag so you don’t run straight into the massive trees standing in your way.

You get to the car in no time, but you’re both out of breath when you finally get in your respective seats, ready to go home.

Izuku doesn’t even wait to catch his breath before he starts the car, the engine roaring loudly in the silence of the night, probably scaring the birds away for the upteenth time that night. You catch his happy grin in the headlights glow before he heads back into the road.

You have a feeling the night is not over; you’ve only got twenty years to make up for after all.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Bribery: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Bribery - definition: an illegal act involving the exchange of something of value, such as money, with the purpose of influencing the behavior of public officials. In which case, Ran is a politician who can be swayed to vote your way with a little bit of... pussy.

wc: 1.3k

tw: smut

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"Senator Haitani?" You know on the wooden door to his office nervously, papers in your right hand. "You said we could meet at five..."

The door creaks open as your knuckles rap against the wood, and you can see the man looking at the TV on the opposite wall, his mouth covered by a few fingers as his attention is sucked into the scene.

A woman is reading off some sort of agenda, and even as you stare at the TV yourself, you can't make out any of the words. But it's obvious that the meeting he's watching is not one he's allowed to vote in, as he's not on the Chamber floor.

"Senator Haitani?" The man looks over at you with his purple eyes, raising his brow.

"Oh, Ms. Y/n, come on in." He switches off the television and turns to you, motioning for you to come closer. "Close the door."

"No one else is here," you whisper, and he nods.

"I know. Close it." You do as you're told, and sit down across from his desk before sliding the manila folder onto the table. "What bill is this?"

"Just a request for a vote no on the new property tax bill." Ran flips the folder open, but scans the material with disinterest.

"You're asking me to vote against the bill designed to keep property taxes for the rich low?"

"Yes," you breathe. "If you could." Ran shuts the folder, then shifts in his seat, narrowing his eyes as he leans forward.

"And what's in it for me?"

"Whatever you want. The Firm is willing to give you whatever it would take to secure your vote."

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want," you affirm. Ran huffs, then leans back.

"You always come with the most interesting propositions, Ms. Y/n." He looks at the clock on the wall, then back at you. "Alright, then. I'll bite. Take off that cheap skirt." You swallow hard.

"Mr. Haitani..."

"You want my vote? Take off that skirt. The pattern is cheap and I want to see it gone." He pauses, thinking. "Why did you wear that into my office? It's not like you can't afford--"

You stand up and step out of the skirt quickly, letting it fall around your ankles. Ran smirks at you, then places his feet on his desk, showing off his loafers.

"And that jacket." You discard the houndstooth jacket as well, leaving you in your thin blouse and underwear. Your nipples pebble up in the frigid air of the office. "No bra tonight, Ms. Y/n?" He stands, pushing stray strands of hair behind his ears. "Get on your knees and unbutton your blouse."

Some part of you knows this is wrong. But the voice inside your head tells you that you're doing this for the vote, nothing more. And Mr. Haitani is an attractive man, so...

"This goes against my ethics, Senator," you mumble, fingers working at the zipper of the blouse.

"It doesn't go against mine," he retorts, unbuckling his pants. "You know how this game goes; you're not a rookie, sweetheart." He fishes his cock out of his boxers and strokes his length - which is just as sizable as you imagined it would be - though you'd never admit it out loud. "I saw you going into Mr. Arashi's office the other day," he begins, looking down at you with a curious glance. "Tell me about that."

"I went in for the same reason I'm in here," you offer, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Tell me, am I bigger than he is?" You raise a brow but Ran jerks his chin at you. "Go on, tell me."

"You really think I fucked him, Senator?"

"No, I know you did."

"Senator--" you protest, shocked.

"You're lying, and you're losing my vote if you don't tell me," he counters, sighing. "So, tell me."

"I-" You pause. "I--"

Ran squats a little, dick still in his hand as he whispers, "You really think I couldn't hear your little voice begging for him to "fuck you harder"? That I couldn't hear those little mewls of pleasure as I walked out of this office at eight p.m. last night?" You flinch, and he smiles, knowing he's caught you in his trap. "I should tell the board of ethics about that."

"No," you squeak, and he stands once more.

"Then make your mouth do something useful and suck my cock." You open your mouth on command, and Ran slips his dick into your mouth, holding your head and taking control after one stroke. You place your hands on his legs and feel the saliva drip down your chin and to your chest as he delivers you not an inch of mercy. You want to ask him to ease up, to maybe let you breathe, but he doesn't allow you any time for such frivolities. You're here for a job, and so is he.

When he pulls away from your face, you cough, throat bucking against the abuse he's delivered to your airways.

"Chest on the desk, ass up." Ran isn't kind when his fingers tear at your underwear, and not even when he kicks your legs apart from behind. You're still trying to catch your breath, each ragged inhale dragging air into your body, but he doesn't care. "Arch that back," he commands, and you do so, your eyes glazing over as he probes your entrance with a few fingers.

Ran slips his cock into your waiting cunt, and you cry out, only for him to clamp a hand down on your mouth. "Hush," he growls. "You're making too much noise. I'm not Arashi, so no need to praise me or make me feel like a man. Just shut the fuck up and you'll have my vote."

You nod, and he lets your mouth go as his hips plow into you, bringing your hips closer to the edge of the desk while he fucks your cunt. The only noise in the room is the sound of his occasional grunting and your hips connecting with several pops and smacking of flesh.

When your eyes glance back at Ran, you see him untethered, unhinged, just like the previous lobbyist - your predecessor - said he would be. His hair is in disarray, and all of his normal "reformed prep school boy" charm is gone. And for the first time, you see him as he truly is: a gangster costuming as a politician.

"Want me to cum in that wet pussy of yours?" he wonders, but you don't answer. "Or do you want to swallow like a good little slut?"

"Swallow," you gasp and he pulls out of you immediately, pulling you back down to your knees. You turn around and face his cock, instantly taking him in your mouth and sucking over and over again until you taste the salty beginnings of his orgasm. Ran takes over once more, his hands clasping around your head as he cums and shoves his dick further into your mouth and sighs loudly.

Spurts of cum fill your mouth as Ran keeps moving your head back and forth gently, then stops altogether. You swallow all of his cum and pull back, trying to catch your breath once more.

"Who else is on your list?" Ran wonders, loosening his tie and pulling his pants back up.

"You were the last one," you whisper, wiping your mouth.

"Good," Ran sniffs, sitting back in his chair. "I'll see what I can do, then. About the vote."

"Thank you, Senator," you reply, gathering your clothes and walking toward the door leading back to his lobby.

"Oh, and y/n?" You look over your shoulder, and he sits forward with his elbows on his desk, resting his chin on his laced fingers. "Don't wear houndstooth in my office ever again. I don't give a shit what you want me to vote on, I won't do it if you're wearing that print."

"Of course, Senator." You leave his office just as he flicks the TV back on; redressing before looking at your cellphone.

Got a new bill coming through. We'll need you to help Mr. Kisaki and Mr. Muto make the right choice. Think you can do it?

Yep, you reply. Already helped Mr. Haitani make a good choice.

[enhyupn]

txt : confessing to you ʚɞ

pairing ot5!txt x gn!reader

fluff, no warnings, grammatical errors, word count: 693, non-idol au, established relationship, a/n i think i could of added more to these but ik it would of been so long so im saving you guys from reading something embarrassing 😩😩😩, tagging @kiyokoism @frozen-yogurt14

ᜊ yeonjun

will be so cheesy about it

you know in movies when people throw pebbles at people’s windows to get their attention

yeonjun is doing exactly that.

it’s like 10pm and you’re watching a movie and all of a sudden you hear tapping noises???!?!

you look down and all of a sudden there’s yeonjun holding speakers and a song’s playing

and the rest of txt are surrounding him holding flowers, lights and a basket of candy

you literally run down to him and there he is... singing a song for you as he holds your hand

it’s also safe to say you were almost close to tears

“can i be your boyfriend?” while holding out the bouquet of flowers soobin had in his hands

your favourite flowers, ones that he remembered you had told him on one brief occasion

ᜊ soobin

brought you to a local beach at night

the stars were clear in the sky (soobin had carefully planned a day where he knew there would be no clouds) and there was a small breeze

is such a romantic about it PLS

brought a picnic blanket, candles and your favourite food for you

you can hear the ocean waves in the background when soobin tells you he has something to say

at this point your heart is beating like CRAZYYY because you’re thinking god does soobin look good in the moonlight 😢😢

gives you a small smile and starts off by complimenting you and making small jokes just to hear you laugh

“i like you, i’ve liked you for the longest time” this is when you almost faint because... everything is just so perfect

the wind breeze slightly blowing through his hair adds to the whole look too

ᜊ beomgyu

honestly confessing to you wasn’t something he had planned

it was more like a last minute decision because of the situation

beomgyu’s cooking for you and when you come over to check up on him he gives you a little bite

you’re shocked. because you were confused on why it was so good

“beomgyu you’re gonna be such a good boyfriend to whoever dates you”

and beomgyu just pauses. for a second and thinks

he thinks of something so Smooth that it’ll be a waste to just not go through with it

“you can be the person that i’ll date?”

you almost choke on your spit when you hear him say that

you were about to laugh it off as a joke until you saw how serious he looked

half tempted to give him a kiss as your answer

ᜊ taehyun

he helps you revise for exams every now and then so he’s like. wouldn’t it be perfect to confess to you while studying

you’re stuck on one math question and you’re like taehyun answer this for me

taehyun obviously. does but this time brings out a completely different maths book than the one you use

you’re like ??? wtf

and he’s just like... answer this five questions and then go onto the next page

you don’t question it because... it’s taehyun... he knows better than you

when you’re finished those questions you turn the page and it’s a hand written note from taehyun

in it he talks about how much he likes being around you and that his feelings always have grown when around you and ☹️☹️ that he has the biggest crush on you

ᜊ huening kai

confesses to you in the easiest yet very impactful way... takes you out on a date <3

a date to the arcade to be more exact

is so giggly while he plays arcade games with you

wants to win you everything he sees

and shows off his basketball skills by doing exaggerated moves while posing for your pictures

takes pictures in those photo booths where you can do different poses for each grid

before like last photo he whispered in your ear

“i like you”

which ends up causing the last photo to be your face wide eyed with your mouth open staring at kai in disbelief

it’s safe to say you needed extra time in that photo booth to process that