#need to turn my brain off and stop thinking or I'm gonna go insane

[running-in-the-dark]

more thoughts about that buut it's all going in the tags.

#like it's the. it's. fuck it's just so confusing to just. like a few times a year or whatever to have Those Feelings all of a sudden and #they're like. extremely overwhelming and confusing because you're not used to it and it's literally all consuming #and then it's just. nope that's over now there's none of that again. #and it's never predictable it's never consistent it just sneaks up out of nowhere and okay fuck I guess I'm Attached to this person now #like it's. idk it's like going through puberty (or what that sounds like anyway?) again and again #like it's suddenly just there #but it's weird and it feels bad because. it's just not there normally and that must mean it's bad and why is it happening now #like. ugggh if it was all the time or never I would be ok with it I would get used to it probably but it's just. not. #and I know I'm not normal and I'm obsessive and repressed and I've got so so many issues about all this shit but #fuck it's just. a lot #need to turn my brain off and stop thinking or I'm gonna go insane #personal

[cloudybarnes]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

Summary: everyone knew you had a thing for the boy who lived, everyone, that is, except for Harry himself.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Harry is so soft in this it's insane so take this as your warning

Masterlist

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It wasn't like you were hiding anything.

You prided yourself in being very direct, and very much a go-getter. After transferring from Beauxbatons, you made quick friends at Hogwarts, even with Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

With Harry, you very quickly became fond of the quirky things he would say, and how flustered he would get when you were around.

Some people called you a flirt, but you liked to think you were just really clear about what you wanted.

Him.

You just weren't sure if he felt the same way about you.

"So, (Y/N)." Hermione said as you, her, Harry and Ron walked out of potions class. "Did you want to study for the exam with us? I figure I could use as much help to make sure these two know what they're doing."

"Hey!" Ron complained, "I happen to be smart sometimes too, Hermione. You're not the only one with a brain."

"You're right, Ron." Hermione said. "(Y/N) has a brain as well, that's why I've asked her to come study with us."

Ron rolled his eyes with a grumble.

"I think that'd be nice," Harry softly said.

You grinned. "Well if Harry wants me there, of course I'm down."

His cheeks turned pink as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Ron snickered and playfully elbowed Harry a couple of times. Harry swatted him away; the pink on his cheeks growing a darker shade.

Harry sheepishly smiled at you. "O-of course I want you there!" He stuttered.

You smirked at him. "Don't worry, pretty boy, I promise I'll be there."

Harry's mouth fell open slightly, as Ron started laughing. "Harry, close your mouth for Merlin's sake!" Ron teased Harry by pointing at his parted lips.

Harry swatted Ron's hands away from his face with a scowl. "Shut up, Ron," he muttered.

You laughed. "I'm just gonna catch up to you guys later. Bye, Harry." You sent a wink in his direction as you walked away. Ron's cackling laugh boomed through the hallway as you left.

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"Hey, (Y/N)!"

You had started walking down the hallways to get to the Gryffindor study hall where you were supposed to meet up with the golden trio when Luna stopped you.

"Hey, Luna!" You smiled as she walked towards you. "Where were you today? I didn't see you in herbology today."

Luna had been one of your closest friends outside of Hermione, Ron, and Harry. She was fun to talk to, and pretty much knew everything about you already and vice versa.

"Yeah," she smiled, "I was off in the woods taking a walk. It's very nice out there this time of year, you know that?"

You nodded, "oh yeah, it really is."

"So where are you heading off to?"

"Hermione invited me to help them study for the potions exam we've got coming up."

"Oh!" She grinned, "will Harry be there?"

You giggled, "he will be there. Did I tell you he specifically said he wanted me to come with them! I just about died, Luna, like my heart was fluttering like crazy."

Luna chuckled, "You guys need to get together already! Unless you're keeping it a secret from me," Luna squinted her eyes at you playfully.

You laughed. "No, we're not dating. Not yet at least." You winked at her.

"Ahem," a throat cleared behind you.

Turning around, you saw Harry standing there, a bewildered look on his face, and a red burning in his cheeks.

"Um," he stuttered, "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the study hall."

Slowly, you turned back to Luna who gave you a sorry smile.

"Well," she said, "I'm going to leave you two alone. I'll see you later, (Y/N/N)." With that, she walked away, leaving you alone with the boy who basically just heard you telling Luna you wanted to date him.

You looked back to Harry with a soft smile. Even though you laid your flirting on so thick with Harry, that wasn't as scary as this. Flirting was innocent. If he didn't reciprocate your feelings, you could always act like you were just messing around.

Now, though, it was the real deal. Even if you looked composed on the outside, you were freaking out quite a bit on the inside.

"Yeah, I'll be there." You smiled, "I'd never ditch my favorite boy."

Harry choked on a gasp.

"You okay?" You asked, stepping a little closer to him.

Harry gazed up at you with confusion, but also intrigue.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like-like with me? Why do you say things like that to me?"

Instinctively, you took a step back. "I'm sorry? I didn't know you felt some type of way about how I acted." You felt horrible. Maybe you had done a little too much. Maybe you had flirted too hard and too blatantly that it scared him off.

"No!" He practically shouted. "No, I mean, ahem, I mean I don't feel any type of way about it. I mean, yeah I feel some type of way, but not like- not like a bad way, if that makes sense. I mean more like in a good way, you know? But also, like in a confused way. I'm not sure, I mean, I like when you say things like that to me, but it's also confusing because why would you say things like that to me?" Harry rambled on.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little.

He looked up at you when you laughed, and gave you a sheepish smile. "Too much?" He asked.

You shook your head with a smile. "No, just enough. So you don't think I come off too strong when I flirt with you?"

Harry grinned. "So you are flirting with me!"

You chuckled, "I would hope you consider that flirting. I'm not sure if you know this, but I don't go around calling too many people 'pretty boy' or 'my favorite boy'."

He blushed. "Yeah, that's what Ron said, but I didn't believe him. I just can't believe out of all the guys that like you, you like me instead."

You smiled, "So Ron told you I liked you?"

"Well, he may have mentioned it a time or two or twenty," he chuckled, "I just didn't believe him."

"How could I not like you? You're Harry, you're incredibly sweet, and selfless, and so much more. Anyone with eyes would like you, Harry."

His face turned ten shades of red. "That's how I feel about you, too, (Y/N). But with you, it's just obvious everyone loves you. You walk in a room and every single head turns. You laugh, and the birds start singing. You smile, and the sun quivers from how bright you light the place up."

With every word coming from Harry's lips, you found yourself more and more drawn to him. Your heart beat erratically.

"I didn't realize you thought so highly of me." It was your turn to blush now. You could feel your face getting incredibly hot by the sweet words he spoke. You never thought Harry would like you back, especially not as intensely as he's describing. Frankly, you didn't know he had such a way with words.

"I think you're incredible, (Y/N), and if you would let me, I'd like to take on a-a date sometime?" He suggested.

You grinned at him and grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'd love to, Harry."

He grinned, and held on tight to your hand.

For a minute there, the two of you just stared at each other, smiling. You started to giggle. "As much as I would love to stay here like this, we promised Hermione we would study with her and Ron."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." Harry admitted, sheepishly.

You chuckled, "come on, let's not keep them waiting, pretty boy."

Harry grinned. "I like that nickname."

"I like you."

#aaahhhhh #harry potter x reader #harry potter #ron weasly x reader #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #draco mafloy #fred weasley #george weasley #ron wealsey x y/n #george weasley x gryffindor!reader #fred weasly x reader #draco malfoy x reader

[actual-changeling]

this one is thanks to a post by @thegroovyfool because she is very much correct - we do not talk about aziraphale's "i need you" enough.

so once again, with a deep breath and a sigh, welcome back to alex's unhinged meta corner, where i tear apart the confession scene frame by frame. i'm gonna say, watching this particular clip over and over and focusing on aziraphale's face almost took me out.

let's get into it.

first, how about a little look at our starting point. (any blurry screencaps are due to a LOT of movement on michael's part rip)

crowley is very pointedly facing away from him, he turned after aziraphale said "we can be together - angels!", presumably because being offered exactly what he wants in the one way he cannot have it fried his brain, cause besties it surely fried mine.

aziraphale on the other hand looks openly desperate, which is why he says "i need you." more on that later. let's have a look at how he says it, because michael "microexpressions" sheen is putting in the work.

to me, he seems close to tears, his eyes are glistening in that specific "i'm about to cry my eyes out" way i know from looking in the mirror while crying

he is trying to get crowley to listen to him and to turn around. he wants crowley to face him, which is something most people tend to want during an argument. talking to someone who is not looking at you tends to make someone frustrated and like they're not hearing you/do not care about what you have to say.

aziraphale looks close to despair, his i need you is a plea to crowley to come with him. he is opening himself up not just emotionally but physically, too.

he slightly leans forward, his arms are raised and seem to both slightly grasp for crowley and point towards his chest/heart for emphasis. the pure pain visible on his face knocks the air out of me every single time i look at it.

aziraphale is admitting to needing him, something he has never done before, hell, he has told him the exact opposite on numerous occasions. i don't need you. and while they both knew it was a) a lie and b) a way for him to deal with his conflicting emotional standpoints and cognitive dissonance, it still hurt crowley every. single time.

crowley was there for him no matter what, he knows aziraphale needs him but he came back and remained at his side even when he was pushed away and more or less openly insulted. he endured it all.

aziraphale saying i need you now is pretty much a slap in the face but also what crowley needs to hear. as with everything that happens during the entire conversation, the timing is fucked up and they're talking past each other.

in my opinion, that is why crowley does not react.

only when aziraphale turns spiteful and starts questioning his understanding (aka calling him stupid without outright saying it) does he re-enter the conversation.

aziraphale, however, is upset. now, i will put on my tinhat for just a second and turn up the insanity because there are two more things i want to talk about.

first, the little stutter at the beginning.

"i ngk - i need you."

my question is - why? why does he stumble over these words in particular when it does not happen with any other sentence? the only other time is right after crowley walks away with his "good luck", he stumbles over crowley's name.

so, in short, it happens when he is either caught off-guard or saying something incredible emotional.

and this, everyone, is where i go unhinged in my interpretation.

what if he initially did not want to say "i need you?" what if he was so caught up in getting crowley to stay/come with him that he did not think and almost confessed another three word sentence?

what if he was about to say "i love you" but stopped himself because no, that's too direct, they don't do that, they can't do that. it goes against EVERYTHING they have silently build over the last six thousand years. so he chokes on it. he chokes on it and instead he says "i need you" because it means the same thing.

i need you. don't leave me. come with me. be an us. go off together.

i forgive you. i love you.

they say it over and over again because that's the only way they can say it.

that is why aziraphale is so angry and upset after saying it. he told crowley he loves him, he needs him, and all he got in return was silence.

the funny part is that this code may have worked before, but it no longer does. crowley is too hurt to listen to what aziraphale is trying to tell him, and aziraphale is equally as hurt and also not listening anymore.

the funny part is that it stopped being about love and started being about sides again. my side, your side, our side. choose a side, choose our side, choose me.

the funny part is that beelzebub and gabriel told them what they need to do, i found something that mattered more to me than choosing sides.

#alex talks good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #good omens meta #ineffable divorce #this was spontaneous i saw the post and my brain went i need to do this right now #so i did #anyway if u disagree with my conclusions thats fine i disagree with my own theories often enough #otherwise fandom wouldnt be any fun

[angelsnkisses]

nsfw headcanons - tyler <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: i haven't actually finished the show, but it's good so far :). definitely a little.. questionable at times, but all good shows are, right? 😭 also idk why my replies are off but it's driving me insane

warnings: softdom!tyler, sub!fem!reader, breeding kink, dubcon, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy

• no cause this show is WILD, but, disregarding that... can we talk about how tyler definitely has a huge breeding kink? there's no doubt about it.

• hear me out, he fucks you good, like gripping the sheets and seeing stars type of good. so good, in fact, that you're too dumbed out to use your critical thinking skills to make rational decisions in the moment. and as fucked as it is, he uses it to his advantage.

• he'll turn on that loving, gentle voice of his and start rubbing your clit to get your brain all foggy, hitting that divine spot inside you over and over again and turning your brain into susceptible mush.

"there you go, so good for me.. you gonna let me fill you up tonight?"

• he asks so casually, and smiles knowingly when you get all flustered and start shaking your head. he'll lean down and coo quiet pleads and praises at you, his silky voice working hard to convince you to do as he pleases.

"no? it'll feel so good, you wanna feel good?"

"come on, do it for me.. it would make me so happy."

• he knows it's wrong, but the satisfaction that washes over him when you finally whimper out a quiet 'yes' is unreal.

• aside from his tendency to manipulate your frangible little mind, he has other.. interests, if you will. one of those particular interests is overstimulating you until you can't even breathe properly.

• he'll pound you relentlessly, coaxing you through orgasm after orgasm until you're sobbing under him. best believe he has a touch of dacryphilia, because he fucks you even harder when he sees tears stream down your cheeks.

"shhh, just a few more for me. aw, don't cry, baby.. i know, it's okay."

"you don't wanna cum? you were begging for it just a little while ago.."

• after maybe 5 or 6 orgasms, he'll finally stop. not because he needs to, but because you do. he doesn't wanna completely destroy you (though part of him is intrigued to see just how much you can really take).

"you still in there? aw, you poor thing. fucked you dumb, didn't i?"

• he'll pull out slowly, taking his time to watch all his cum spill out of your spent, puffy cunt. you jerk and whine when he pushes it back in with his fingers, shushing you soothingly.

• he'll eventually leave your tortured sex alone, instead focusing on making you feel better. he'll clean you up, or have you lay on his chest so he can rub your back. he'll mumble an occasional praise, his mood elevated at the idea of you finally getting pregnant.

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A/N: i don't think i've really posted anything like this, i'm nervous 😭. regardless, i hope you enjoyed! sorry it's short :3.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #tyler the expecting #the expecting #angelsnkisses #mdni

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Subtle (NSFW)

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

THEME: Smut

WARNING(s): Vibrator, Public Play, Public Orgasm, Rough Sex, PiV Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cum, Squirting, Post Orgasm Torture

This was a request, but I somehow lost the ask. So whoever's anon this was, here ya go!

It felt like roses. Too bad you couldn't react, though. Not outwardly, at least. On the inside, you were in heaven. You and C/N were hanging out with a few of C/N's friends, so he of course took this as an opportunity to play with those vibrating panties he bought you.

"You good, Y/N?" Josh asked, noticing how "away" you were. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" you gasped, frantically trying to make it look like everything was normal and nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

"Yeah, babe." C/N chimed in, smirking ever so slightly. "You good?"

"Oh...yeah. I'm fine. I'm just- mmm- just tired." you lied.

You shot your boyfriend a piercing glare, to which his smirk grew more sinful.

"See, babe." he said, very subtly pressing a button on the remote in his pocket to increase the intensity. "This is what happens when you stay up until 3AM watching TikToks."

You were trying your damndest. You almost couldn't handle it. God, what would Josh and Eric think if you had an orgasm right here in front of them? They'd think you were insane and would never want to associate with you again. You looked at C/N, silently begging him with your eyes to turn down the intensity. He was just being mean at this point.

A few more hours passed. These hours were filled with talking, laughing, video games, and your boyfriend randomly stopping and starting the vibrator. How the hell could his friends not hear it buzzing around down there? Perhaps their gamer rage was too loud for them to notice. Either way, you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to either get off now, or get home so C/N could fuck your brains out. Feigning illness was cliche, but you needed an out.

"Babe, I don't feel good." you whined, leaning against the wall, trying so hard to not climax.

C/N looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He knew exactly what you were trying to do and how close you were.

"Aw, do you need me to take you home, love?" he played along with your fake affliction, turning off the vibrator.

"I think so."

He walked over to you and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead to "check your temperature".

"You're a little warm." he said. "We're gonna head out, guys. Y/N's not feeling well."

They said their goodbyes and whatnot before C/N took you by the hand and walked you out to the car. To make it look more believable, you pretended to be fatigued by grabbing onto his arm and leaning on him. Immediately after getting in the car, the facade was dropped.

"Couldn't handle it, huh?" he teased you, turning the car on.

"I didn't want to cum in front of your friends!" you quipped back.

"They were so deep in Warzone, babe. They wouldn't have noticed if you squirted right on Eric's bed."

"Ew."

"Oh don't act like you didn't like it, love. You were so close to cumming so many times that I could practically feel your legs shaking."

Your face went beet red. C/N, with his eyes focused on the road, noticed this and laughed.

"You're so cute when I get you all worked up." he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

He turned the vibrator back on, keeping it on for the duration of the drive home. Once again, roses. It was just the two of you in the car, so you didn't have to hide it anymore.

"Ohhh..." you breathed in pleasure. "goddddd..."

Driving over all those speed bumps was only increasing the pleasure. With his arm outstretched and his hand on the wheel, you couldn't help but notice his muscles. Those sexy fucking muscles. You wished they were holding you against the wall or down on the bed right now.

"Yeah you think it feels good now, babe." C/N said pompously. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name when we get home."

God, even hearing him talk was getting you closer to the edge. His voice was so smooth, so saucy. If butter could speak, it would have his voice.

"Fuck..." you panted.

Another speed bump. This one made your legs quiver.

"You want to cum so bad, baby." C/N observed in a low-toned voice. "I can see it."

"Then fucking let me cum!" you snapped.

"Whoa!" he snapped back at you, pulling into the driveway. "You better watch the attitude or I'm gonna edge you into next week, you little brat."

You rolled your eyes, but you secretly loved when he was dominant like this. You were so goddamn close. You were barely hanging on by a thread. And he was enjoying every second of the torture he was inflicting on you.

"You want to cum? Fine." he said. "But as soon as we get inside, princess, you better cancel everything you've got going on tomorrow because you won't be able to walk."

Finally, you broke. His words produced an intense, powerful orgasm. You whimpered as your legs shook and your eyes rolled back into your head. After a little bit of aftershock, C/N turned off the vibrator, allowing you to breathe for a second.

"You have no idea what you just did, pretty girl." he smirked.

After you both got inside and he led you by the hand to the bedroom, you felt his energy shift. Dom mode was activated. His lips violently attacked yours and he couldn't keep his hands off of your body. You moaned into his mouth as your hands ran through his hair.

"Oh, baby." he breathed. "I'm about to fuck you so good you can't see straight. Strip."

You did as you were told and undressed. He was eager. Eager enough to unhook your bra with his teeth. Once you were completely naked, he pushed you down onto the bed and got on top of you, attacking your neck with his mouth. He left dark hickeys all over your neck as his hands played with your breasts. He was not gentle at all, slapping them around and squeezing them hard enough to leave marks around your nipples. You loved it, especially when he took them in his mouth. His teeth scraping against your nipples felt incredible. It hurt, but in the best way. You couldn't help but moan here and there as his mouth assaulted you.

"I can't believe you're all mine." he said, his hot breath on your skin giving you goosebumps. "My own sexy little fucktoy."

He slid his boxers off and you watched his erection spring free. He was practically throbbing, he was so hard.

"Ride me, princess." he commanded, positioning himself to where you could do so. "Reverse cowgirl."

He wasn't on his back. He was sitting up, leaning his back against the headboard. You got yourself to where you could lower yourself down onto his cock with your back turned to him. Upon feeling him enter you, you moaned again for him. His dick was magical. When you first started having sex with him, you expected to have to fake one or two orgasms every now and then, but your boyfriend had never failed to make you cum.

"That's it, babygirl. Let me stare at your ass while I fuck you."

He had his hands on your hips, rapidly maneuvering them back and forth. As he did so, you started to bounce. It felt amazing. He gave your ass a few sharp smacks, which only added to the pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" you moaned. "C/N!"

"That's right, kitten." he said between his own moans. "You belong to C/N and C/N only. No one else can make your pussy feel this good."

He was right. He wasn't your first, but holy hell, nobody else was able to make you feel the way he made you feel. The day he stopped being able to make you cum would be the day the world stopped turning. With each and every thrust of his cock inside you, you felt all of the negative energy leave you.

"Lean back for me, baby."

You leaned back against his chest, allowing him to thrust upward into you. His cock was brushing your g-spot, which made your eyes roll back. It was ecstasy.

"Your pussy's so fucking wet." he said through clenched teeth. "Feels so good on my cock."

He used his hand to rub circles on your clit, which made you whimper. Everything just felt so fucking good. The combination of his dick pounding into you, your g-spot being touched, and him fingering your clit was beyond belief.

"Yeah," he grunted. "feels good, doesn't it, baby?"

"Mmmm yes!" you could hardly contain yourself.

You never wanted it to end. You were in heaven right now. Your toes curled as you knew you were starting to get close to your high. If he had been fucking you any harder, you would have already come all over his cock.

"Oh god fuck!" you wailed as your body shook.

"Cumming already, princess?" your boyfriend teased, his husky groans and grunts getting deeper and more primal. "Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me."

And just like that, you were screaming. You swear to god you went deaf for a second as you came undone, your juices gushing and spraying everywhere. Your body was so tense. But C/N wasn't done yet. He wasn't gonna stop until he was finished. He continued to pound into you, giving you some painful aftershock. It hurt, but it felt amazing. You couldn't stop twitching, which was making it so much better for him. After a few more big thrusts, his cock started to twitch inside you, signaling to you that he was about there.

"Fuck, baby." he gasped. "Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fucking cum, baby!"

Then he let go with a series of deep grunts. You felt his hot liquid shoot into you as he pulsated inside you. After you both took a second to catch your breath and come down, you rolled to his side as he pulled out, his milky cum leaking out of your hole.

"Holy fuck, babe!" he smiled, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"It was amazing, baby." you responded, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. You drive me fucking insane with how incredible you are."

You blushed as he kissed your cheek, pulling you into him to cuddle. With your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, you wanted to stay like this forever. Everything was perfect.

#crush x reader #crush imagine #m!crush x f!reader #boyfriend x reader #boyfriend imagine

[masturbucky]

The Intruder

DARK!Winter Soldier x fem!reader

Summary: You had issues with sleeping for the past two weeks. You wake up every night and you swear you can feel someone's staring from the shadows, but there's no one, and you know it's your imagination. Sometimes you feel touches. When you're tired of your mind tricks, you start taking those sleeping pills. It's good for you, and for the man who watches your sleep every night, too. But you dont need to know that. You need to sleep.

WARNINGS: DARK REALLY DARK PLEASE BE AWARE(!!!), Smut, Somnophilia, NON-CONSENSUAL EVERYTHING, AGAIN IT'S A FUCKING RAPE, Obsessive behavior, unprotected p in v, WS basically romanticizes from his sick point what he does to you, no y/n, literally NO comfort, creampie, marking, a bit of knife play(he tears your shirt off and touches you with a knife a bit), a lot of mentions of death by WS, choke kink if you squint, dacryphilia if you squint, what else? ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE! Also I kinda forgot to post it when I finished it and so i remembered only like an hour ago, changed some stuff a bit, but grammar errors are still on the table yk. Also, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. I'M NOT YOUR DADDY I CAN'T TELL YOU SHIT, I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A MINOR, IT'S YOUR PROBLEM.

You sigh, dropping your bag on the couch while slipping out of your shoes on the way to the kitchen. It's a living hell, you think.

Two fucking weeks you can't sleep. You wake up every night, a several times at least, with a fucking panic attack, or in a sleep paralysis, or whatever the fuck it is — you don't know, you don't care, you just want it to stop.

The thing is, you're going insane.

Every night the reason you wake up is this feeling of someone's eyes on you. Someone's staring at you, from the shadowed corner of your room, every night and it doesn't stop. At first you weren't brave enough to look. On the thrid night you said fuck it and turned the light on, looking around. No one, nothing, no trace of anyone's presence. The fuck you expected to see? The windows were closed, same goes to the door — you checked, three times and one more to be sure — and you were honestly confused and tired enough to get back to sleep. Only for the same thing to happen the following night. And the next one. And again, and again, and again.

You changed locks. Better safe than sorry, you know?

It didn't helped. You still feel watched every night.

Sometimes YOU SWEAR you could feel lingering touches on your body. Cold or warm.

Again, you're going insane.

You bought a fucking camera and installed it in your bedroom under the ceiling just to find your sleepy self and your scared to hell awake self, walking around and searching for the fucking intruder, on it in the morning.

You tried to invite your friends over for the night, but — what am I, a fucking joke? — they all laughed at you, when you told your story. Fuck them, really, you should consider searching for new friends.

You decided to go to the therapist your friend (the only one who, thankfully, didn't laughed with the rest, but still brushed you off) recommended you. The point is, you'll have to wait a month to get an appointment in their busy schedule. You ain't gonna wait so long, you need to sleep for fuck's sake.

That's being said, here you are. Reading an instruction list to Flurazepam, which is like a fucking blanket itself, and grinning like an idiot, excited. Fuck your brain really, fuck it's dumb imagination, fuck the imaginary intruder! You need your sleep and you'll get your sleep, thanks to medicine!

Tonight you eat, shower, read your evening book and get to bed happily, excited to finally get some sleep. Maybe you take a bit more Flurazepam than needed. Just in case, you know?

***

He entered your apartment the same way as always - it wasn't hard to steal your keys and make a copy. He's used to be unnoticed, they would've been disappointed if he was careless enough to let you know about his mere existence. So far, you're stupid enough not to look into details. Smart enough to try and change locks and install a camera, smart enough to show him that you're safe from everyone, but him.

He stops the recording of this damn camera before walking into your room. He solved this problem the first night you installed it. It's a nice kind of change, he must admit. Seeing you from different angle other than from cameras he installed before is nice, truly. Beautiful, clever and caring about his... needs, even without knowing about him. That's what makes you so divine.

Tonight... To be honest, he was waiting for this just as much as you. He was excited, even. For your sleep and his next move in your relationship, if he could call it that.

He takes his mask and glasses off, walking closer to your bed, to your sleeping, relaxed. Asleep, more calm than usual. Just like the first night. Your breath is soft, heartrate is slow, the pills you took obviously worked. You probably took a bit more than you should have, his dumb little thing you are.

He doesn't know how it all happened, to be honest.

What he knows is, he needs you. Badly. All the time, day and night, needs to see your beauty and he needs to be close to something as perfect as you. He thought they wiped everything that could've been even close to what he feels towards you, but apparently they only made it worse.

More likely they know where he disappears every night to. They know everything, and he noticed how much easier it became to sneak out. And if they know and let it be, then he's allowed to have this. Which probably gives them even more power over him.

But he doesn't care. As long as he can see his angel, as long as he can touch something as perfect as you are, he doesn't give a fuck about what else Hydra would make him do. Consider it done. Consider it dead.

He takes his gloves off, kneeling down beside your bed. Slides your blanket off your body, and takes a deep breath. You're in your usual clothes of choice — this tempting shirt, which he often can see your nipples through, which he allows himself to touch sometimes even, and a comfy pair of underwear. He doesn't know what other men usually consider sexy, but for him it is whatever you wear. Especially this pair of panties.

Brings his hand to your thigh, more confidently than usual strokes the smooth skin up, touching the soft material of your underwear and sliding under the warmth of your shirt, to your belly. He doesn't need to be careful now. You won't wake up anyway, you're too deep in your slumber, thanks to those pills.

He almost groans only at the feeling of your soft, warm skin under his fingertips. It's not often when he touches you UNDER your clothes. Too much of a risk, he never intended to wake you up. It would mean a too big step, he doesn't need you to put up a fight and resist too much. If so, he would have to hurt you. And take you away. He's not ready to do that just yet.

But now? Now he can at least do that much without rushing things into it's natural ending. He could have you now, he could taste you now, and then he would prepare to take you somewhere where he would do that as often as possible. He just has to be patient.

For now he could just leave you a message of who you belong to. A promise, of sorts.

The bed cracked under his weight loudly, thanks god you're so deep in your sleep, and the blade shines in the moonlight, so does the hand, the whole arm. Soldier knows that what he's about to do will break you. But a broken angel is still an angel, a fallen one is not.

However, he's very clear with his messages.

Your shirt goes first. The material breaks easily on a sharp knife, he uses it to kill after all, and he's devouring every second of it. He prays that it wont be possible to erase from his mind, just like it was with you, with his angel.

"Beautiful," He breathes out, his voice hoarse and his throat hurts. He hasn't talked in quite some time.

Your shirt is no longer on his way. And oh god, seeing your chest again makes him believe in heaven, whatever this is. When you'll be his, you won't be wearing any clothes at all. It will be his personal heaven.

"So beautiful..." He lowers the knife to your chest, tracing soft skin, nipples with the backside of it. He could so easily switch the side, he could leave a permanent mark on you, a reminder of your first night as his, but he wont. Not now, at least.

Then he lowers the blade to your underwear. Two simple cuts on either sides - and it's just as dysfunctional as the shirt. But he doesn't think you'll need them anyway, now. He might as well just... Take them, as a little reminder for himself? A promise.

He lifts your pretty legs up, resting them on his shoulders when he settles in between, and slides the thorn material from under you with his flesh arm. He wants to feel this. He wants to savor every touch.

Your panties are left in the pocket of his pants, and he returns his full attention to you. Only if you knew how beautiful you are right now, naked for him, ready for him. He would show you, one day. When you would be conscious and used to him, his presence, his touches. For now, this will do.

The knife is back in it's holder, and he lowers to your warm body. Hands slide up your waist to your tits, and the left one to your neck. Metal fingers trace the warm, delicate skin, pressing ever so slightly. The only time he really focuses on how much pressure he adds. Looks just perfect on you.

He can't wait anymore.

Right hand slides off your body to lower his pants, just enough to free his almost uncomfortable erection. He was so mesmerized by your beauty that he completely forgot about himself.

Leans back slightly, once again admiring the view. His angel, so perfect and peaceful, in her sleep. Your calm face, delicate neck, chest, your belly, legs and, a fucking paradise, your pussy. He can't see much, but he knows its perfect. He had seen it, many times, on the cameras. He also knows what you play with, and where you hide it. Lower drawer of your nightstand.

Soldat leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses on your neck, tasting your skin. It's his time to enjoy, his moment to savor, so he slides his hand down to your exposed to him — only him — heat. You're wet, just a bit. Enough for him, at least. Touching you is a privilege already.

Your legs are pushed up, over his thighs. He doesn't know if he wants to hurry up or take his time, it feels like he needs both. Contradictions became natural to him since he found you.

A deep breath. He lined himself up with your entrance, stroking himself slowly, just a bit. Smearing his precum over your clit and soft folds, enjoying the moment. It's so strange to be so overwhelmed. So excited. You make him feel things he didn't knew he was able to feel, and you have no clue. You will, eventually.

He pushes in slowly, groaning and almost cumming right away, holding himself back and biting on your neck. He takes a second to remind himself about how to breathe. Unbelievable. You feel like death. The best feeling ever, the only good feeling.

When he's fully in, he thinks that calling it a heaven would've been an understatement. Your insides around him are so much more.

When he pulls out to the tip and pushes back in, that's where he could've die happily.

You're so warm. So tight, squeezing his manhood just right. It's where he belonged, it's where he feels complete and forgiven. Your walls hug his dick perfectly, and he want's to stay in there until he fades away. And he wants more.

He's greedy when he starts moving. In and out, slowly at first, but getting faster — yes, he's greedy. He's guilty in more than greed, he doesn't care. With your pussy taking him so well, with your warm body under his hands, his lips, just under him — he doesn't care. It's all his, you're his.

Oh how he wants to hear more than those sweet whimpers from you.

He can imagine. His angel, you, under him, hands gripping on his arms, you'll be begging him for more and crying for him, clamping down on him so deliciously and needy. You'll be screaming — screaming the name he can't quite imagine, he can't remember, but he knows you'll be screaming it. One day.

He will take his time to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, angel, taking all he can give, giving all you have. He will make sure you're shaking and breaking all over again on his cock, tears smeared all over your face and you're drooling with this fucked out look on your divine face-

Oh god, more. He needs more of you, he takes all he can take.

He will leave so much marks on your body, just like now, over your chest and your neck, while you'll be squeezing him inside and begging, begging for his seed-

He cums with a groan, slurred fuck left his lips, headboard of your bed cracks under his metal hand. Aftershock hit the Soldat hard. Right hand gripping on your hip, his breath is ragged and he barely remembers how to breath correctly — he knows this feeling well, but from the bad side. Now? It's euphoric. He doesn't want it to end, he wants to die right here and there, buried deep inside of your heat, with you taking his cum so well, his beautiful angel.

He opens his eyes after what feels like a blissful eternity, his gaze slowly focuses on you under him. He can hear your breath, hard and ragged, he can see a layer of sweat over your body. Small smile cracks on his face. Even in your sleep, you accepted him. You enjoyed it.

He doesn't want to pull out, but he does so anyway. He reminds himself that it's not the last time. He'll have enough chances to do it again with you, after all. He knows what to do. He knows how. He just needs to prepare it.

Soldat looks down, mesmerized by how his seed leaks out of you. There's so much, he has to resist the urge to push it back in. Or to lick it out.

You're so perfect, his beautiful angel. But he has to go.

On a second thought...

He reaches out to your nightstand, barely even looking up from your pretty cunt, still leaking with his cum. Grabs his mask and glasses. Puts both on quickly, then grabs the remote control of your camera from his pocket, and presses on.

After all, he should be very clear with his messages.

#x reader #dark fic #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #winter solider x reader #winter soldier smut #dark!bucky x reader #non con #dark!winter soldier #dark!bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi! This might be nasty, but um. What about vamp!reader eating Sevika out when she is on her period? Idk there is just something so intimate about it and the imagery or reader's face and Sevika's thighs covered in blood does something to me.

hehehehe nasty is my favorite ;) this is gonna be right after you first feed from sevika and you guys are still early in your relationship-- before you change her.

disclaimer! vamp reader is a black reader, and i'm white, so if there's any mistakes or missteps lmk and i'll fix it asap!

men and minors dni

you're going insane.

you've never been more turned on and hungry at once.

sevika came over about an hour ago-- unannounced and looking miserable, asking to just be held for a while while she waited for her headache to stop.

it wasn't until she was resting on top of you, your nails gently scratching up and down her back, her breathing evening out, that you realized why she had a headache in the first place.

you could smell it on her. the blood.

and now it's been an hour, and sevika's sleeping sweetly on top of you, and you're so horny and desperate to taste her you think you might pass out.

just when you're about to start shivering beneath your girlfriend from the desire coursing through your body, sevika groans and shifts from where she was drooling on your tits.

"mmm..." she hums. you gulp.

"sev?" you whisper, your voice cracking halfway through. she nuzzles against your throat.

"yeah?" she whispers. you sink your fingernails into her back and she stiffens in your hold.

"are you on your period?" you ask shakily. sevika groans and nods.

"it's kickin' my ass this month." she complains. "lost track of the days, i wasn't prepared."

you nod, staring at the ceiling with so much intensity you're surprised you don't burn a hole in the drywall.

"...why?" sevika asks right before she's about to fall asleep.

"i can smell it." you whimper. sevika freezes in your hold, and you speak again before you can stop yourself. "please lemme taste it." you whine.

a shiver rolls down her spine and sevika's head snaps up from your chest to stare at you.

"fuck." she growls. you gulp and lick your lips. "are you--"

"so fucking sure." you cut her off.

sevika scrambles up your body, and you groan when you realize she's planning on sitting your face. it takes her a second to get her legs free from her pants, but once she does you actually start tearing up a bit at how strong the scent of her combined arousal and blood is.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, i need you, sevika, hurry up." you cry, scratching at her thighs.

you nearly pass out when she shoves her boxers down and you catch a little string of blood stretch between the pad in her boxers and her cunt.

her inner thighs are smeared in blood in various stages of dryness, and her poor cunt is soaked and swollen, both from her menstruation and from her arousal.

you claw at her hips so hard you smell even more blood, and she laughs at your eagerness as she reaches up to clutch the headboard, staring down at you.

"maybe i should put a towel down?" she asks.

"don't need it." you promise. "i'm gonna lick up every drop, sev, just fuckin' sit on my face already."

sevika's abs twitch at your words, and instead of replying she just sinks down and shoves her cunt against your mouth.

you growl, your eyes rolling so far back in your head you see your brain as the delicious, tangy irony taste of sevika's blood and cum fills your mouth.

sevika squeaks, and you pull her puffy clit into your mouth, licking it over and over again while sevika jumps and moans and grinds into your mouth.

once her thighs start shaking, you sink your tongue into her cunt. both of you moan at the same time, and you start crying in relief as her blood starts dripping into your mouth, straight from the source.

your nose is pushing against her clit, and she's grinding the smell of her into your face and cheeks.

it's ecstasy. you're all warm and fuzzy from the feed-- so turned on you can hardly keep your eyes open-- covered in sevika's cum and her blood-- your two favorite things in the world.

you don't even mind that you can't breathe. you don't even realize that it's because sevika's cumming-- too high on her to notice. you just keep eating and eating, trying your very best to keep your fangs tucked away inside your lips.

you alternate between sucking her left labia up, then her right, then swirling your tongue around her clit until she moans before sinking your tonge back inside of her. it's not for her pleasure-- it's so you're sure you get every single fucking drop of her blood in your mouth.

"fuck fuck fuck--" sevika squeaks, and then she's squirting all over your face.

it drowns you a bit-- and you sputter before cumming in your pants from the sensation of her cum dripping down your cheeks and neck.

when you finally come to, sevika's panting heavily, staring down at you with stars in her eyes. you try to lean up and get your tongue on her again, but she pushes you down with a hand sunk into your hair.

"f-fuck." she says, grinning at you. you lick your lips, blinking up at her.

"more?" you beg. she laughs.

"you're a fucking mess." she says, grinning. you smile up at her.

"pretty?" you ask. she snorts.

"mmhmm. blood really pops on your pretty brown skin, babe." she says. you snort and bite her thigh, just letting your fangs graze her. she shivers.

"and your cum?"

"yeah, white looks good on you too." she says, giggling. you smile.

"come back here, i'm not done with you. actually-- how long do your periods usually last? call out until you're done-- i'm just gonna sleep between your legs with my tongue buried in your cunt." you say. sevika laughs again, shaking her head at you.

"we shoulda put a towel down." she says.

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[bloodscribed]

INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.

a set of prompts featuring lyrics from the album of the same name by waterparks. may contain suggestive content. feel free to change things as needed for the sake of writing!

ST*RFUCKER

"I'm gonna move out of my loft and into a limousine."

"Jesus Christ won't text me back."

"I'll always be around, in fact."

"I'm climbing up your window now."

"It's been a pleasure, it's nice to meet you."

"Maybe I'm a soul-sucker."

"But you're just a star fucker."

"I bet you wouldn't ask me to do that by this time next year."

"You can't hide my face and save me for a rainy day."

"It don't go two ways."

"I don't wanna be toxic, I just wanna be honest."

"But this shit hurts like a comet."

"And it just hurts 'cause I want it."

REAL SUPER DARK

"I'm outta my cage, and I'm on the stage."

"I'm dying to give you a show."

"I'm alienated, way overrated."

"Here are a few of the notes."

"My fans are the best."

"They'd love me more dead."

"But baby, it's gettin' too loud."

"Yo, shut the fuck out of your mouth."

"Bite tongue 'till there's blood in my mouth."

"It freaks me out."

"It gets real super dark around the edge of my heart."

FUNERAL GREY

"Now I'm tripping off the deep end."

"So call me a Lyft or a black hearse."

"I know you'll make my head spin."

"What's your favorite color?"

"That's not a color, it's a shade."

"Don't disagree with me."

"And then she walked away."

"I didn't get her name."

"I can't explain the look on her face."

"She wore a sweater in summer weather."

"It was funeral grey."

"And now it's killing me."

"I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make."

"She walked in, took a hit."

"That shit is gonna kill you."

"Well now you're gonna die too."

"I said that you can call me, beep me if you want my skin."

"She rolled her eyes."

"I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit."

"Float my way, I'm melting for you."

BRAINWASHED

"What's up?"

"Hello, I'm tryna meet ya."

"Shocked at the words coming from my tongue."

"A language that I'm not familiar."

"Don't take it away."

'I wanna play."

"Where did the time fly?"

"What if I pray?"

"Hoping you'll stay into the daylight."

"Wait, what am I saying?"

"I feel insane."

"It's only been a couple days."

"I'm having the same thoughts, can't stop."

"Thinking you got me brainwashed."

"I'm see-through, need you."

"Why do I think you're so cool?"

"Everything's clean except for my thoughts."

"Thinking about me getting you off."

"It's been a week, I'm still at your house."

"I don't wanna leave, it's freaking me out."

"Why am I acting like that?"

"Are you really that funny, or am I hallucinating?"

"It's like my brain isn't mine."

"This syndrome feels Stockholm."

"Do you wanna keep me on lock, though?"

"Symmetrical feelings match best when we're staring at the ceiling."

2 BEST FRIENDS

"I'm trying to turn my mind off."

"But I don't know where to go when the night's long."

"I could have picked your body in a lineup."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you to call."

"Yeah, I'm sick of playing it cool."

"So I went out with my two best friends."

"Tried anything not to think of you."

"It didn't work, and I feel like shit."

"Wake up tomorrow and try again."

"You hit back with the syntax."

"You treated my heart like a handbag."

"So now I'm solo when the night's cold."

"Yeah, I kissed a couple people, but they taste wrong."

END OF THE WATER (FEEL)

"If you feel it, then I feel it too."

"If you believe me, I could be your truth."

"If you need me, all I need is you."

"Why we ghost each other for a week at a time?"

"Make plans and let 'em fall through."

"I can't even call you, let alone call you mine."

"I can be nonchalant, if that's what you really want."

"But I'm just glad you and I are alive at the same time."

"We can't take back what we never gave."

"And that distance keeps us safe."

"But nobody told me that safe is so lonely."

"Can't we act like you and I are alive at the same time?"

"Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it too."

"Do you need it? 'Cause I need it too."

SELF-SABOTAGE

"When we talk, I'm never wrong."

"Might unplug my phone at night."

"When you need me most, I'll miss that flight."

"Now we're at the part where you'll hate what you see."

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"I'm on my way to you, but I'll self-sabotage."

"So I might drive my car and crash into your garage."

"To get away from you, I'll self-sabotage."

"If you like when we talk, I'll dislocate my jaw."

"I'll piss you off and ask what's wrong."

"I want this to work so bad."

"But I want but I can't have."

"Make plans and break them to see what you say."

"'Cause you put on makeup and I'm still in bed."

RITUAL

"Gotta clear my front lawn off."

"Melatonin, eyes feel heavy tonight."

"I could sleep for weeks."

"Don't look for me."

"They're killing me when I'm fast asleep."

"Are you hearing me?"

"I'm living fucking betrayed."

"Living like I'm dead and on my own."

FUCK ABOUT IT

"I like you but I need some space."

"I like you kinda far away."

"It's not that hard to kill a day looking at your face."

"I like you but I need some room."

"It doesn't always stay that way."

"I hate the aftertaste."

"I don't wanna leave you hangin' on."

"But when we fight, it's like a marathon."

"Give me three days alone."

"We can fuck about it later, if you want."

"It's all we really do when something's wrong."

"You don't seem to like it when we talk."

"I guess I'll see you later."

"Because we never fix the problems that we've got."

"You've been at my crib for like the seventh day up in a row."

"You've been doing silly things like checking who I follow."

"I won't lie to you."

"It's like scars on my wrist."

CLOSER

"Nothing stays the same."

"I feel love a different way."

"I got my space, but what did I pay for you?"

"'Cause I love you, or I want to."

"But I don't know how."

"I need to really feel you."

"But we're running around."

"Is it easy now?"

"You only hit me in the evening."

"I need you closer."

"I need it over."

"There's nothing left to let go."

"It's the darkest afterglow."

"Maybe in another life, we can try and get us right."

"You're the holiday I celebrate too late."

"You're the eyes I gave up trying to captivate."

"You're the song I loved but then overplayed."

"I'm the b-side throwaway."

"I hope you never rain on my charade."

"I've been fucked so much that I no longer wait."

"I sabotage and break my own heart just in case."

"Will it kill me in the evening that I let you down?"

NIGHT OUT ON EARTH

"Am I missing out?"

"Am I having fun?"

"Is it just me, or is it everyone?"

"The love I get is virtual."

"Now Jesus hates my guts."

"It's getting personal."

"It's a night out on earth."

"The last one for a while, can't get worse."

"Now if I ever feel jealous, I just turn it into lyrics."

"I turn pain into rain and sing along."

"I wear all my red flags like a cape."

"Life gave me lemons, now I bleed lemonade."

"It gets so fucking hot under all this shade."

"Everywhere I walk's a toxic parade."

"The glove don't fit, but I wear it anyway."

"It's a hell of a time."

"Was I loved, or was I right?"

"Am I gonna go to hell in my sleep?"

"Or will God forgive me?"

"I gotta hide everybody that I like."

"Because everyone I know knows another me."

"It's getting hard to keep track of everything I keep locked behind my back."

"I'm leaving when the night goes."

"I ain't gonna let go."

SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN

"When we fuck, it feels like I'm struck by your lightning."

"They say I'm brainwashed, yeah I might be."

"I built a secret room for you."

"Just one more chance to adore you."

"If you're toxic, I'll wear a hazmat."

"Do you think God knows?"

"You've been sneaking out of heaven."

"Were his eyes closed?"

"There's no way He's just letting you fall from the stars."

"I swear to God my heart's gonna pop."

"If I'm not brainwashed, man, I'm trying to be."

"Swallow my shoes and my car keys."

"I don't need those, 'cause I won't leave."

"I'll have to jump the gates when I die."

"Go to my place, and you put away your halo."

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[distant-velleity]

Stay With Me

Summary: Santiago and Chrysos have a lot of feelings to work out. Spoiler alert: they still don't confess. Word count: 2.6k Warnings: major character not-actually death (this is my Boxing Day gift to you all) A/N: I wish I could've put Major Character Death as a real warning. Alas... such is life. Anyway :) I'm super done with writing this, I don't wanna keep going insane, I'm just gonna post it as is. It's actually pretty tame for angst on my part. Enjoy!! Tagging: @thehollowwriter (finn mention!!!) @kitwasnothere and @nahelenia as my top 3 murderers <3

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When Santiago comes to, groggy and lightheaded, he’s greeted by the watered-down sun filtering through the seas of Octavinelle above him. Bird and sky separated only by the glass and several gallons of water, his limbs sure feeling as distant and heavy as the ocean.

Ah, he thinks, ever-intelligently. How did I end up here…?

He can’t quite remember. All of his recent memories are escaping like soap bubbles in the wind. 

While he racks his brain trying to figure it out, someone approaches and kneels next to him. A single glance at the person’s blonde hair and red eyes tells Santiago all he needs to know.

“Sorry about that,” Chrysos says, monotone as always. It’s hard to tell if the merman really is sorry or not. “I usually don’t get normal customers involved when 86’ing nuisances.” 

Santiago can’t help the smirk that comes to him all too easily. “Are you sure I wasn’t the nuisance?”

“Hard to say,” replies Chrysos with an amused huff. He stands back up and offers Santiago a hand, to help him stand up.

Something about it feels off—maybe because Chrysos’ gaze seems so benevolent, that he seems so unbothered about gently helping someone he’d normally be too embarrassed or proud to. Still, Santiago laughs and sits up. “Tight-lipped as always,” he comments, and reaches for Chrysos’ hand, pulling himself up to stand.

They hold hands for a moment longer than they need to. It feels, if he dares to admit it just to himself, nice—

“Hold it.”

As if he’s been burned, Santiago jumps away from Chrysos at the sound of Azul’s voice. Approaching them are the Octavinelle housewarden and his entourage of three. 

Santiago notices, with a distant sense of dread, that he’s never seen Chrysos look so furious and disappointed upon seeing his upperclassmen. 

“Get back, Parrotfish,” Floyd warns. “That’s not the right Lionfishie to be getting all buddy-buddy with.”

How odd. Why would Floyd, of all people, go out of his way to warn him?

Santiago glances at the Octaquartet, then at Chrysos, whose expression is steadily darkening.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chrysos says coldly.

“My, my.” Jade conceals his magic pen, clasped tightly in one hand, beneath the other. “There’s no need for that frigid tone. I’m sure we’re already on the same page.”

“No?” interjects Santiago. “No, we’re not. What’s going on?”

Finn looks him dead in the eye and then cocks his head towards Chrysos. 

Santiago turns back around, and everything changes. 

Where Chrysos was just standing as normal, there’s suddenly inky shadows surrounding the Octavinelle freshman. His eyes flare red-and-yellow as the ink (no, blot) viciously wraps around him in strands to form a cocoon of sorts. Santiago staggers back when the cocoon contracts, a dark purple haze spreading throughout the area and blocking out the sun. The whole dorm is plunged into a deep-sea darkness.

It’s Chrysos and a towering Phantom now, him hovering a little too close to the glowing pendant around its neck for anyone’s liking. 

“We’re running out of time,” Azul says grimly. “Our fight from earlier didn’t do anything—”

“I’ll help fight him if it cuts down on time,” Santiago immediately declares without missing a beat. “If it saves his life.”

“Of course you would. Well, stay sharp, then.”

And Santiago tries, of course—

—but it doesn’t stop him from misfiring at some point, trying to hit the Phantom, only for it to grab Chrysos with a sickening crunch of his ribs and hold him up in range of the destructive fire spell. Santiago can only watch as it strikes Chrysos indiscriminately. 

The resulting wail of agony is bloodcurdling and unbearable, but not nearly as much as when the Phantom moves a thrashing Chrysos closer and closer to its chest, a gaping hole like a beast’s maw forming there, the pendant dangling right before it.

“Wait—”

It’s what all the teachers warn about when they discuss the occurrences of Overblots. Defeat the Phantom, and the victim will come out unscathed. Take too long to destroy it, and the Phantom will… will…

Chrysos is brought to that gap, drawn in like an object near a black hole.

Santiago can’t breathe. 

He can’t bring himself to close his eyes either. Even when a sinking feeling blossoms in his stomach, gripping him with all the force of a predator’s claws.

The ‘hand’ of the Phantom squeezes, another crunch of body parts that shouldn’t be breaking—

“Don’t you dare take him—let him go—” Santiago begs, but it’s useless.

The Phantom simply. Tucks Chrysos away in itself like nothing. Ignorant to his furious, fearful screams. 

The hole in its chest closes over with viscous blot. 

Santiago can’t look away.

“Ah… Ahh…”

He 

can’t 

look 

away—

“AAAAAHHHHH—!!!”

A guttural scream tears its way out into the open from Santiago’s raw throat, burning and hoarse and painful. Still begging for a life not his own, his eyes fly open as he sits up in a grieving frenzy. “Chrysos, please, don’t leave—!”

“I’m right here,” calls a familiar voice from beside him, miraculously free of its terrifying Overblot overlay. It’s melodious and soothing, easy on the ears, just when he thought he’d never hear it again.

“You—” Santiago’s hand shoots out without thinking, clamping down on Chrysos’ where it was gripping the edge of his blanket.

…his… blanket…?

Only then does Santiago realize, half-delirious, that he’s on a bed in the school infirmary. He’s not in Octavinelle, he’s not surrounded by torrents and mists of pure blot. The air is clear here, and the sun is shining bright and pleasant through the windows like it does through the forest canopy back home. Although his lungs still burn a little, everything’s okay.

And, looking at the boy sitting right next to him—Chrysos is okay. He’s alive. 

In silent awe, Santiago squeezes the cold, ungloved hand in his a little more tightly.

He’s alive.

Chrysos bites his lower lip and pointedly avoids looking at their joined hands. “What a nightmare you were having,” he says, false indifference in his tone. “Screaming like that… You’re lucky the nurse isn’t in right now.”

Santiago blinks. “A nightmare?” 

“Yes. You were trembling and crying out in your sleep. If it weren’t the first time you’d shown any signs of movement in days…” Chrysos trails off, brows pressed tightly together.

Putting aside the fact that it was all little more than a bad dream, thank the Great Seven— “What do you mean, in days?” Santiago echoes disbelievingly. “I don’t even know how I ended up here, and you’re telling me I’ve been unconscious for days? Hello? Way to hit me with the double whammy.”

It was an attempt to lighten the mood for both their sakes, but when the corners of Chrysos’ mouth twitch downwards and his lips thin in a stressed frown, Santiago immediately realizes he’s said something either really wrong or really stupid. Or both.

“You don’t remember what happened at the SDC?” asks Chrysos. “Weren’t you there? You know, for Schoenheit’s Overblot, like Yu said…”

Santiago’s eyes widen. He only slightly loosens his grip on Chrysos’ hand a second later. “Oh, you mean—”

Toxic purple mist surrounded them, reeking of a sickly sweet concoction. 

More saccharine still was the smile on Vil’s face. Even as blot dripped down his snow-white face from beneath his elaborate crown, he still found it in himself to pursue being the fairest one of all. 

Showing simultaneously all and nothing of his burning jealousy and bitterness.

“—yeah, I remember,” he continues, letting out a laugh with no real humor in it. “I even remember getting a faceful of poisonous mist and then passing out right after the awards ceremony ‘cause I tried to act tough.”

“At least your brain wasn’t permanently damaged. That’s good,” remarks Chrysos with a half-hearted smirk. “Maybe you’ll be out of here sooner than I thought.”

No, there was definitely a screw knocked loose if Santiago was imagining Chrysos Overblotting in place of Vil… much less sobbing desperately at the possibility of his death…

…Santiago swallows, mouth suddenly dry for no good reason. “Uh-huh? I don’t know, I still feel a little off.”

He nearly jumps out of his skin when Chrysos suddenly leans forward, hand subconsciously moving at lightning speed to place itself on Santiago’s wrist. “You still feel off? You’re not messing with me, are you?” he asks, voice demanding with a hint of… something else. “I swear, I will have the nurse over here faster than—”

“Whoa! Don’t get your boxers in a twist, jeez!” Santiago exclaims, and Chrysos halts immediately. “Am I still dreaming? Did you just gaslight me into thinking this is reality? I mean, seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worried about me.”

“I’m not worried,” retorts Chrysos, although the watery look in his eyes as he tries to meet Santiago’s gaze says otherwise. And where there would normally be an underlying bite to his tone, it’s totally absent. “Isn’t it fair to ask questions when a certain someone has been unconscious for days?”

Nevermind, I’m definitely not still dreaming.

“So you’ve been worried about me. Got it.” Hopefully that isn’t giddiness bubbling up in his chest, despite—or because of—the way Chrysos sputters out another denial, because it sure as hell is conflicting with his sense of spite. “Why don’t you save any of it for yourself? You’ve been a resident here way more often than me.”

Chrysos stiffens, before puffing up a little; chin lifted indignantly and gaze judgmental. Santiago wouldn’t have it any other way.) “I was conscious all those times and did not actively inhale dangerous toxins made by a very powerful mage.”

Seriously, this guy… Santiago shakes his head. “Dude, I heard you nearly turned yourself into sand that one time, also because of ‘a very powerful mage.’ I saw for myself when you could’ve died fighting Jamil or Overblotted at the same time and had to stay in the infirmary for a very lengthy check-up. You know, you—” 

died in my dream because of me and I would never forgive you or myself for that matter if that actually happened,

“—are a grade-A idiot getting hung up on the wrong details,” he decides to say instead. “One of these days, you’re gonna end up back here and I’m gonna get to say ‘I told you so.’”

“Hmph.” Chrysos scoffs and turns his head away. To anyone else, it might look aristocratically prim and stuck-up in the way his hair tosses slightly. “You wouldn’t come running to my bedside crying out my name, then?”

It’s Santiago’s turn to stiffen, feeling called out in too many ways. “...fuck, I forgot you heard me talking in my sleep. Well…” He pauses, searching for an appropriate response. “I would if you wanted me to.” He doesn’t have time to appreciate how smooth that was on his part before his traitorous mouth moves faster than his brain, going right ahead and saying, “And I’d still do it even if you didn’t want me to, ‘cause if you die on me I’m absolutely going to—”

Crap! Backtrack, backtrack, backtrack!

He shuts up immediately before he can incriminate himself any more, pursing his lips and watching carefully for signs of a negative reaction.

Almost too neutrally, Chrysos glances back over at him from the corner of his eyes, the piercing look in his irises only partially hidden by his lashes. “...You really would be that concerned?”

“Maybe,” Santiago answers, pasting on a nervous smile.

“‘Maybe’ isn’t an acceptable response.” Chrysos looks him straight in the eyes. His hand feels warmer, for some reason. “Don’t be shy. What would you do?”

Santiago huffs defensively. “Fancy that, you telling me to not be shy—”

“Santiago. Stop messing with me already.”

That tone, desperate and curious and impatient all in one, is singlehandedly more commanding than any other order Santiago has ever gotten in his life. 

The beastman slumps back against the headrest, being sapped of his will to argue. He already knows it’s pointless. It’s kind of hard to beat around the bush when the bush has already slapped you in the face with a very thorny nightmare. “Miss you, probably. I mean, I dreamed about it, but…” 

He thinks about the way he screamed and forced himself to wake up because that scenario had seemed so real. Probably can only begin to describe whatever he was feeling.

“...Well. You’re the only person who’s ever gotten me, y’know, so don’t die because you couldn’t help yourself. I don’t wanna have to cope with my dream becoming reality. Please,” he finishes lamely.

“Oh.” Chrysos stares blankly at him for a moment, then at their hands. “...oh,” he repeats, in a much quieter ‘sudden realization’ sort of voice.

Santiago squints at him. “Dude. What kind of guy tells his buddy to open up about his feelings in such a pleading tone and then is surprised when he actually opens up about it?”

“The one right next to you who was expecting his buddy to dodge the question again.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Santiago replies, rolls his eyes. 

Chrysos worries his bottom lips, gaze shifting to the side suspiciously quickly. It looks like he’s considering something.

“...Are you taking that literally?” Santiago wants Chrysos to take what he said literally, to be honest, but that’s beside the point.

“Because you’re so dense, yes,” Chrysos snaps back. His free hand comes up to tug one of his curls closer to his face in that bashful way he always does. “If you died like you could’ve from Schoenheit’s poison, I would march right over to the afterlife and drag you back into the world of the living. Then I’d beat you into the ground for hurting me like that. Your ass is not leaving this life until I say it’s okay to. Does that make enough sense to you?” 

“I don’t remember the story of the musician and his muse being this violent,” mutters Santiago, feeling incredibly touched despite the brash nature of that admission. Or maybe because of it.

Chrysos’s cheeks flush as red as the ends of his hair. “You asked. I delivered. Look who’s being a hypocrite now.”

“Touché.” 

It feels like something between them has… changed, when they both fall silent for lack of things to say. Not in the terrifying way Santiago’s surroundings shifted during his nightmare, but a change for the better. Like a burden has been lifted off his shoulders, making the silence bearable.

“I… think I may need to go,” Chrysos says, a dusting of pink still on his face. Maybe because he’s spoken too much, or at least by his own standards. He stands up, letting go of Santiago’s hand. “Culture fair and. All that. You know how it is. I’ll see you—”

“Wait a minute.”

Santiago reaches out and, instead of just grabbing, intertwines their fingers. His longer ones settle perfectly between Chrysos’ knuckles as if they were meant to be there. 

The merman goes still. 

“Hypothetically,” Santiago begins, “if I asked you to stay a little longer—would you say yes?”

Chrysos’ mouth opens, freezes, and then closes. When he next speaks, it’s slow and cautious, like he’s testing out how the words actually feel. Testing the waters. “In this hypothetical scenario… I could be convinced to stay. Possibly.”

“Cool. So don’t run away just yet. Stay here with me.”

They make eye contact.

“...How persuasive. Well—” Chrysos sighs and sits back down, before offering Santiago a small smirk. Barely noticeable, but there. “It seems like I’ve actually got plenty of time to spare all of a sudden.”

Santiago can’t help but smile too.

#kai's writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #santiago parro #chrysos pendentif #with a minor guest appearance from #finn clearcove #canon character appearances <3 too lazy to tag once again #bro. these. these freaking two. #santiago 'i cope using humor because i don't think my true feelings are socially acceptable to talk about' parro #and chrysos 'i am going to go ten different kinds of insane if this bird doesn't speak clearly to me' pendentif #theyre FINALLY getting over themselves a little #santiago: im going to hide how i feel about this! he'll never know! #santiago when chrysos deems the situation dire enough to actually sniff out his bullshit: ...fuck #ill stop going insane in the tags but #these two are literally an inch away from just confessing 💀 im so done with them

[gayshrug]

pit babe ep 8 thoughts

(a peteken obsession was born)

first of all: i cannot believe i have to wait another week for the next episode. how am i meant to focus on anything when The Thing might happen but ALSO the other thing. things are happening. i am stressed and horny.

- i am sooooooo in love with kim. i know i say that every week but holy fuck his strength of character is admirable. i have no idea how the kimkenta thing is going to develop when kenta hasn't even started his redemption arc yet. HOWEVER........ that look™ between them when kim was bloodied, beaten and thrown into the elevator............ yeah.

- ALANJEFF. my angels. so much open communication from them both. i can't believe all it took for jeff to open up was one (1) handsome older guy in a tank top with kind eyes and open ears. that boy needs someone to lean on so badly. he's done so much reflecting. him finding a place of comfort in alan, no expectations or ulterior motives, is so important. (also low key worried alan is gonna turn jeff down at first re: the preview but we move.)

(- unrelated but i'm a nose guy and sailub's nose.......... amazing. can't stop staring at him.)

- GIVE ME MORE OF JUNE. those arm garters. holy fuck. are they a staple in his wardrobe or did they shoot both bar scenes the same day

- way in his villain was to be expected but him straight up implying he's gonna carry out an evil plan to his SPONSOR is insane. like, apparently pete knows way more than he should so he isn't surprised in the slightest but way shouldn't know that 😭 like girl are you so set on your revenge and bitterness that you're willing to throw your team's finances to the wolves as well (the answer is yes) (he's gonna do way worse things) (i'm excited)

- i love jeff and charlie's bond. jeff's doomsday thinking (which.... is warrented, lbr) and charlie's optimism should be clashing but i think they ground each other.

(- Not A Fan of how often charlie expressed that he'd do and risk anything for babe in this episode. yeah it's foreshadowing and He Means It but i love him so much. thinking about what might happen, keeping in mind jeff's visions, makes me so anxious. charlie is my puppy.)

- PETE AND KENTA. listen. he called him ken. those looks. the exasperation from kenta and the calmness from pete. there's history there. FUCK. i wish we didn't already know that pete/way will be a thing because the chemistry in that scene..... holy fuck. idk if they're ever gonna address it but in my mind, they're 100% exes who split due to external circumstances (kenta staying with tony because of his low self-esteem, pete needing to leave because of his conscience and need for independence). there's obviously still lingering feelings. i could eat off that tension for a lifetime.

- also pretty sure that garfield could have chemistry with a tree

- i saw someone wondering why there was so much (undried) blood in kim's hotel room and like. yeah. but, because i like to make excuses for the shows i enjoy, to me it was A Trap. they made it easy for them to figure out where kim had been staying. they left the door unlocked. they staged The Crime Scene to be as dramatic as possible in order for whoever would come to investigate to have Lots To Look At. so they could get them, too, while they were distracted. tony was watching a recording of that hotel footage almost in real time, wasn't he?

- tony seems to be stupid as hell, not gonna lie. are the cogs just now starting to turn?????? girl

- charlie starting to get acquainted with babe's senses is so cool. like, yeah, he can't really utilise them well yet but. baby steps. he is our collective baby after all.

- the amount of charliebabe protecting each other and throwing punches at goons in this episode gave me so much serotonin. dream team with maybe a handful of brain cells between them

- i love jeff but him going back to tony's mansion a) after he just told alan he'd never be dragged back there and b) seemingly without telling anybody about it is sooooo frustrating. babygirl this wouldn't have ended well in any universe

- all i could think when kenta was pressing jeff against that wall and deleting his Exposing Way message was "i wish that was me". the arms 🥴🥴🥴

- i need somebody, ANYBODY, (preferably pete or kim) to give kenta a convincing reason to leave. like, he's obviously conflicted but tony's abuse has its grips on him. tightly. like, i KNOW that man cries himself to sleep every night but maybe the tender touch of another man could heal him

- i had to pause the charliebabe doctor scene sooo many times (and then rewatched it for half an hour). i'm too fucking single for this. their little faces and banter and Visible Love-Eyes. have some mercy on me.

- that being said... we've had public sex. breeding kink. mommy/daddy kink. now medical kink. (scenting is a given.) is anyone doing ao3 tag bingo

- alan noticing that jeff's not there and being worried about him even though it hasn't even been a full day is so 🥺

- i felt so bad for andy like. a fucking GPS bracelet? the guy who's bought him seemed creepy as hell. they named him so i hope we're gonna get to see them free him (and hopefully other kids) too.

- good on way for helping out the boys when they were in a pinch but. i can't help but feel like everything he does has an ulterior motive now, despite (or maybe especially?) because of his talk with babe earlier

- charliebabe looked so fucking good in those maroon shirts 🧍🏼‍♂️

- how i'm tryna be:

might make this my new header somewhere.

- NORTH AND SONIC. my little gremlins. i still feel so bad about underappreciating them at the start of the show. their romantic tension is so good and silly and they were out there risking their lives with less than zero of a plan 😭 sweet boys

- winner is such a loser. he wins at losing. over and over again. it's so much fun.

- listen........ i get that they had to get away from the goons (thank u alan) but.... could they not have grabbed kim at the last second 😭 there was a truck between winner/the gun and kim and the goon, was there not? it's self-preservation above all else but........ my baby got a kick to the fucking face 🧍🏼‍♂️

- jeff with the sneaky escape plan 👁️👄👁️

[preview talk]

- JEFF WITH THE LIES TO GET AWAY FROM TONY 👁️👄👁️

- way being the one (1) enigma basically confirms what he's there to do and. uhhhhhh. if we're also getting The Incident in next week's episode or episode 10 then...... he might actually try. [throws up in my mouth]

- ALANJEFF? jeff being the one initiating contact for once? "alan's boy"?????????????????????

- charlie talking in that deep voice, the Mirror Scene Preview, him throwing his head back. uhhhhhh. i rewinded that more times than i'd like to admit. make that scene 5 minutes long please 💓

- didn't jeff have a vision of tony killing someone with a katana. why was he pulling that while in his office. (hopefully not) while talking to jeff lol

idk how they do it but i'm even more excited/ scared for next week's episode than i was for this one. it's about to get bonkers

#is this my longest one yet. i don't even care anymore #give me some petekenta backstory please god #pit babe the series #pit babe #thai bl

[toomuchracket]

ooo okay. d word matty is like super horny before a show, and you decide to give him a bj or he does something else 😪

hopefully posting this before the bitch in question reappears lol

oh my god remember those south american shows where he was like just... wearing tank tops and being all rockstar bf? thinking you've flown out for that little leg of the tour, and something about having gorgeous you with him in this gorgeous place in gorgeous weather has matty going absolutely loopy. like usually you're both really very good at keeping things professional backstage, but matty's absolutely on one today; he's coming up behind you and cuddling you while you scan various documents and fire off emails, pulling you into kisses whenever you pass each other, sliding his hand into the back pocket of your shorts to squeeze your bum while you stand side-by-side chatting to other people. you know damn well what he's doing, but you don't entertain any of your boyfriend's horny notions until everyone has some downtime before the boys go on - matty texts you to meet him in one of the dressing rooms, which you find empty aside from him sitting on the sofa. sensibly, you lock the door behind you, before going over to matty; to give him his due, he does take and kiss your hand and say "hi, my beautiful girl" before he pulls you onto his lap for a long kiss and starts grinding up into you. you pull away from the kiss (but don't stop moving your hips) like "not that i'm complaining, but what's gotten into you baby?". and matty shrugs and he's like "just really really want you lol", and you grin and kiss him again like "i love how obsessed you are with me. can i suck you off to show how flattered i am?" - matty's visibly affected by that, but he shakes his head and says "not right now, sweetheart, we don't have the time and i need to be inside you or i might go insane. will you lie down for me? let me make you feel good?". now it's your turn to be affected; the heat rushes to your cheeks and you whine, nodding as you climb off matty's lap and lay down on the couch, shimmying off your shorts and underwear as matty stands and undoes his own. he pauses briefly for a second when you spread your legs, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his brain as he debates whether or not to go down on you, but he shakes his curls and kneels on the sofa - within seconds, he's pushing into you, stretching you out in the most delicious way, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths before matty closes the gap between them and kisses you. it's definitely a quickie, but a bloody good one; with your legs around his slutty, slutty waist, matty's hitting exactly where you need him to, his mouth alternating between kissing the crook of your neck and murmuring "so fucking wet for me, taking me so fucking well, my good girl" into it. when he shifts his weight onto his left arm and brings his right hand to thumb at your clit, the telltale pressure begins to build in your lower stomach - you moan matty's name into his mouth, and he smiles and whispers "it's alright, princess, go ahead. cum for me, do it, be a good girl and cum all over my dick". naturally, you oblige, leaning up to kiss matty to quiet your orgasm-induced whines, before pulling back and reaching up to tug on his curls like "want you to cum inside me, please, fill me up"; matty's thrusts falter and his jaw drops at your words, before he fulfils your wish with a groan of your name. you both lie there for a second to catch your breath, before you reach over to your discarded shorts and pull a packet of tissues to hand to matty. he giggles when you do, like "ever the professional, always prepared. i love it. i love you. gonna pull out now, here we go"; once he's cleaned you both up a little, you lean up to kiss him and say "i love you. now, come on, you've got a show to get ready for lol", and matty kisses you once more like "round two at the hotel later? you can give me that blowjob you're so desperate for, and i can return the favour. sound good?", and you're like "fucking absolutely" lol <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #smutty asks #d word matty

[hymemena]

Waterparks Intellectual Property Lyrics Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Death, Self Harm

—

ST*RFUCKER

"Yo, imagine an album starting with this."

"Take a breath, close your eyes, and shit."

"I'm gonna move out of my loft."

"I can drive you fucking crazy."

"I'll always be around."

"I'm climbing up to your window now."

"It's been a pleasure, nice to meet you."

"Maybe I'm a soul-sucker but you're just a star fucker."

"I signed somebody's NDA."

"I bet you wouldn't ask me to do that by this time next year."

"You can't hide my face and save me for a rainy day."

"It don't go two ways."

"Nope."

"I don't wanna be toxic, I just wanna be honest."

"This shit hits like a comment."

"It just hurts 'cause I want it."

"I'm saying picture that, but like, right before things go dark."

REAL SUPER DARK

"Oh, you mean -name-?"

"Leave some tears after."

"If you're feeling silly."

"I'll call you, beep you later."

"I'm sorry, stop."

"I'm out of my cage."

"I'm on stage."

"I'm dyin' to give you a show."

"I'm alienated."

"Here are a few of the notes."

"My fans are the best."

"They'd love me more dead."

"Man, I can't die 'til I finish the album."

"'Course if I could time it right, shit could go platinum."

"Baby, it's gettin' too loud."

"Everyone's freaking me out."

"Shut the fuck out of your mouth."

"Everybody's proud of me."

"Therapy's not working."

"I don't understand."

"I kill time by playin' tennis with your favorite band."

FUNERAL GREY

"11PM they walked in with their friends."

"I'm trippin' off the deep end."

"Call me a Lyft or a black hearse."

"I know you'll make my head spin."

"What's your favorite color?"

"That's not a color, it's a shade."

"Don't disagree with me."

"I didn't get their name."

"I can't explain the look on their face."

"They wore a sweater in summer weather."

"It's killing me."

"I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make."

"3AM they walked in, took a hit."

"That shit is gonna kill you."

"They kinda smiled and blew it in my face."

"Well, now you're gonna die, too."

"They rolled their eyes."

"I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit."

"Float my way."

"I'm melting for you."

BRAINWASHED

"What's up?"

"Hello, I'm trying to meet ya."

"Don't take it away."

"I wanna play."

"Where did the time fly?"

"What if I pray?"

"Hoping you'll stay into the daylight."

"Wait, what am I saying?"

"I feel insane."

"It's only been a couple of days."

"I'm having the same thoughts."

"Thinking you got me brainwashed."

"I'm see-through."

"Need you."

"Why do I think you're so cool?"

"Everything's clean except for my thoughts."

"Thinking about getting you off."

"It's been a week, I'm still at your house."

"I don't wanna leave, it's freaking me out."

"Why am I acting like that?"

"My day's fucked 'til you finally wanna text back."

"I put some extra on my laugh when you say things."

"Are you really that funny or am I hallucinating?"

"I'm slipping away."

"Give me space."

"Give me your face at the same time."

"It's like my brain isn't mine."

"You moved into my mind, dropped your bags, drew the blinds."

"The syndrome feels Stockholm."

"Do you wanna keep me on lock though?"

2 BEST FRIENDS

"I'm trying to turn my brain off."

"I don't know where to go."

"With the blinds drawn and the lights off?"

"I could pick your body in a lineup."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you to call when you're out every night."

"I'm sick of playing it cool."

"Baby, really, I wanna die."

"I went out with my two best friends."

"Tried anything not to think of you."

"It didn't work and I feel like shit."

"Wake up tomorrow and try again."

"You hit the back with the syntax."

"You treated my heart like a handbag."

"Now I'm solo when the night's cold."

"I kissed a couple people but they taste wrong."

END OF THE WATER (FEEL)

"If you feel it, then I feel it, too."

"If you believe me, I could be your truth."

"If you need me, all I need is you."

"Wait."

"Why we ghost each other for a week at a time?"

"Both waiting for each other to reply."

"Make plans and let 'em fall through."

"I can't even call you."

"I can't even call you, let alone call you mine."

"I can be nonchalant if that's what you really want."

"I'm just glad you and I are alive at the same time."

"We can't take back what we never gave."

"That distance keeps us safe."

"Nobody told me that safe is so lonely."

"Now I'm checking your DMs again."

"I'm thinking 'bout your face instead."

Can't we act like you and I are alive at the same time?"

SELF-SABOTAGE

"When we talk, I'm never wrong."

"I'm never wrong."

"If we don't fight it won't last long."

"Might unplug my phone for the night."

"When you need me the most I'll miss that flight."

"It's avoidable."

"I'll destroy chances to be better than I was before you and me."

"Now we're at the part where you'll hate what you see."

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"I'm on my way to you but I self-sabotage."

"I might drive my car and crash into your garage."

"To get away from you."

"If you like when we talk, I'll dislocate my jaw."

"It's sad, so sad."

"We both know it."

"Every time I find a good thing I throw it."

"All the way over the edge."

"I stay stoic."

"I get the chance to change your mind, still I blow it."

"You don't see."

"I don't really battle."

"You leave me in the rain."

"Singing through the pain."

"Eddie Vedder sang it better."

"They said they hated me."

RITUAL

"My inner child needs a bulletproof vest."

"A phone that can text?"

"Twenty years rest."

"Build a bomb shelter."

"Bite a belt for the stress."

"Never know what's next."

"Sleeping with my clothes on in case shit goes wrong."

"Gotta clear my front lawn."

"Eyes feel heavy tonight."

"I could sleep for weeks."

"Don't look for me."

"They're killing me when I'm fast asleep."

"Are you hearing me when I say you're bleeding me out?"

"All the things you don't say."

"I'm living fucking betrayed."

"Living like I'm dead and on my own."

"Like a ritual."

FUCK ABOUT IT

"I like you but I need some space."

"I like you kinda far away."

"It's not hard to kill a day lookin' at your face."

"I like you but I need some room."

"Been givin' me your attitude."

"It doesn't always stay that way."

"I hate the aftertaste."

"I don't wanna leave you hangin' on."

"When we fight it's like a marathon."

"Give me three days alone."

"We can fuck about it later if you want."

"It's all we ever really do when something's wrong."

"You don't seem to like it when we talk."

"We never fix the problems that we've got."

"I guess I'll see you later."

"You've been at my crib for like the seventh day up in a row."

"You've been doing silly things like checking who I follow."

"I know you're waiting by the phone."

"It's alright, I won't lie to you."

"Sometimes when we fight it's like scars on my wrist."

"When I think about the shit that we did to one another, baby…"

A NIGHT OUT ON EARTH

"Am I missing out?"

"Am I having fun?"

"Is it just me, or is it everyone?"

"Desensitized."

"The love I get is virtual."

"Now Jesus hates my guts."

"It's getting personal."

"It's a night out."

"The last one for a while."

"Can't get worse."

"Now, if I ever feel jealous I just turn it into lyrics."

"I fuckin' sell it."

"When I get depressed and make songs I turn pain into rain and sing along."

"Still, I get hit."

"Do you remember me?"

"Some version, I guess."

"Dude, oh my God."

"Tell me what you want about your brand."

"Will I make a post shouting out your lemonade stand?"

"Aw, come on man, we're bros."

"Like I've known you forever."

"I watched your little band grow."

"Now it's fuck you and everyone you know."

"I'm gonna make sure you get it through your head before you go."

"I wear my red flags like a cape."

"Got superhuman strength when I'm fucking up your day."

"I'm coming in first so pour the Gatorade."

"Life gave me lemons, now I bleed lemonade."

"It gets so fucking hot under all this shade."

"Everywhere I walk's a toxic parade."

"The glove don't fit but I wear it anyway."

"I could drive my Lexus overnight back home to Texas."

"I could fall asleep in my old bed."

"Life got kinda hectic."

"On the day I got my necklace."

"I just wanna fall asleep on my own."

"It's a hell of a time."

"Was I loved or was I right?"

"I kissed a couple people in a week."

"Am I gonna go to Hell in my sleep?"

"Will God forgive me?"

"I gotta hide everybody that I like."

"Did therapy four times this week from my bike."

"I'm overthinking everything."

"A Capricorn with double horns."

"Triple six, Baby."

"I'm fucking dying for you."

"If it was up to me."

"Everyone I know knows another me."

"It's getting hard to keep track of everything I keep locked behind my back."

"I'm jumping out the window."

"I'm leaving when the night goes."

"I ain't gonna let go."

"Stay jumping at the tempo."

"This is how this shit goes."

"I ain't jumping out the window."

"Stay living at the tempo."

"I'm a natural blue."

"I'm very stoked out to have them on the phone right now."

"Everyone get stoked."

SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN

"And I said like a million vocal things in my head for it."

"But like…"

"Whatever, fuck it, here."

"Highkey when we fuck I feel like I'm struck."

"They say I'm brainwashed."

"Yeah, I might be."

"I build a secret room for you."

"Just one more chance to adore you."

"Love you."

"If you're toxic, I'll wear a hazmat."

"Do you think God knows?"

"You've been sneaking out of Heaven."

"Like were their eyes closed?"

"There's no way they're just letting you fall from the stars and get in my car."

"Go to my place."

"You put away your halo."

"I swear to God my heart's gonna pop."

"It's beating light speed."

"If I'm not brainwashed, man, I'm trying to be."

"Swallow my shoes and car keys."

"I don't need those 'cause I won't leave."

"I'll have to jump the gates when I die 'cause they won't let me inside."

#roleplay memes #rp memes #rp starters #writing prompts #roleplay starters #sentence starters #dialogue starters #dialogue prompts #dialogue rp memes #dialogue roleplay memes #dialogue rp starters #dialogue roleplay starters #lyric starters #lyric meme #rp lyric starters #roleplay lyric starters

[lollytea]

LOLLY. I AM SHAKING YOU IN JOY AND PAIN. STRAY ITALIAN GREYHOUND. THIS SONG.

Okay, so I of course stole it off your Hunlow playlist because it's perfect for Hunter and how he sees Willow.

or so I THOUGHT. Until TODAY.

BECAUSWHFHAHHD like,

"I've just settled into the glass half empty made myself at home

And so why now?

Oh, please not now

I just stopped believing in happy endings, harbors of my own"

I know that in FTF Willow only lets herself feel this way for a moment, before Hunter reminds her of who she is BYYY:

"But you had to come along didn't you

Tear down the doors

Throw open windows

Oh, if you knew just what a fool you have made me

So what do I do with this?"

He tore open the doors (vines lol) literally and figuratively! And what is she supposed to do with that?? Fall in love. Obviously. How could you NOT after a cute boy teleports you out of self-loathing and doubt!?

LIKE:

"This sudden burst of sunlight

And me with my umbrella"

I AM NOT OKAY. THIS REVELATION HAS ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY.

It still works from Hunter's perspective too, obviously, from like ASIAS onward but after FTF I think it works the other way around too and I just. They're just. PAIN. MY HEART BRO. There are so many other lyrics that fit in the little music video in my head of the two of them but I'm literally on my break at work and need to go LMAO

Sorry for just vomiting in your ask box😂

This is the second time this month I've made somebody go insane over the Stray Italian Greyhound and huntlow combo. Vienna Teng put some fucking CHEMICALS in that song!!! Turns the freakin frogs gay!!!!

And YEAH!!! I added it to the playlist back when I made it after Labyrinth Runners. Because that's what I associated it with at the time!!! Hunter's lost his home, his family, his religion, his identity, his sense of safety. He's LOST everything!!! And he's struggling to come to terms with that. By the time Gus finds him at Hexside, the shock has subsided and he thinks he can be functional now. But he's not okay. He's still got a lot going on mentally and it's messing him up.

But at the same time....hallway blush scene....he has his little "Oh. It's her." moment. And I know that he was very confused in the aftermath of the Hexside incident. And when he's left alone to reflect on what he's feeling he's just "Now?? Are you fucking serious?? We're really gonna do this now??? I just found out I'm not a real person and everybody's gonna die next week, is now REALLY the fucking time???" He has ENOUGH problems!! He doesn't know how to deal with this!! But also he can't help it because while he's fucked up and traumatized, he's also brimming with confusing fizzling teenage hormones and she's Willow Park and it's very overwhelming and scary and doesn't know which way is up or down and he has no idea what he's gonna do about this. Feelings like these demand so much from him and after everything he's been through he really doesn't know if he can stomach it. But she won't give him a moment to catch his breath and he's locked in now and there's nothing he can do about it.

BUT YEAH!!!! I've had that playlist on quite a lot since FTF leaked because I have been so not normal about them. So I have NOTICED that it now applies to multiple different angles. And thinking about the chorus from Willow's perspective during the whole vine scene makes me ILL. And then in the aftermath of that....the vibes of that song are so....terrified yet giddy and overwhelmed yet euphoric. How fucking soft and blushy Willow was after that scene. "Just what a fool you have made me" YEAH!!!!

He IS a sudden burst of sunlight!!!

She IS with her umbrella!!!!

ALSO ALSO ALSO!!! Being a girl who has such a tight reign over her own emotions completely falling victim to loserish behaviour during this part? Ready to fucking combust cuz she is being held so gently.

"What do I do, do I do with a love that won't sit still?

Won't do what it's told"

HATE this song, HATE them!!!!

#huntlow #toh spoilers

[sidney-latrobe]

A throne doesn't make a man king | Part Two

Summary: Your best friend Sasha is mad at you because there are rumors going around that you and Eddie have started dating. The rumors are false, but you get a funny idea.

Warnings: Sorta strong language, but don't be a fucking pussy about it.

Word Count: 1,354

People, who asked to be tagged: @scenesofobx

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"Is it true?" 

When I was standing at my locker, attempting to squeeze my backpack into the crowded space and cursing the gods for giving our math teacher, Mr. Witherson, the insane idea of assigning us not one, but three books to read over the semester, I was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and turned around. As I looked into the familiar blue eyes of Sasha, my best friend, my palms went flying to my chest where my heart started exploding beneath the skin.

"For fuck's sake, Sasha!" I snapped and hit her arm. "Don't fucking scare me like that!"

"Is it true?" repeated Sasha. Her tone was harsh and demanding, and her eyes fixed on mine as if she could read something in the depths of my pupils that would tell her the answer.

"Yeah," I frowned, "I'm gonna need more than three words to be able to answer you question."

Sasha gave a little sigh, leaned against the lockers, and crossed her arms over her chest. She was making a lot of noise with her gum-chewing while glaring at the students who walked by. When I had finally put my backpack inside the locker and shut the door behind it, Sasha circled once more and grabbed me by the shoulders. Her long, painted nails dug into my skin, almost slicing open my skin, as she barked, "I can't believe you kept your relationship with that weirdo a secret from me! Y/N, what the hell could possibly be wrong with you? I thought we were friends."

I believed I stopped breathing as my brain tried to comprehend the situation unfolding in front of me. Sasha inhaled through her nostrils, and she looked like an angry bull ready to strike. Slowly, I pushed her back and ran a hand through my hair.

"So, it's true then," gasped Sasha when I inhaled. "How could you —"

"Oh my God!" I nearly screamed, and a couple of bypassers looked up. "Before you draw any more absurd conclusions in your fucked up brain, would you mind telling me why you believe I'm dating Eddie Munson?"

"The whole basketball team saw you last night are their stupid club meeting and —"

I laughed. "Seriously? So, what? You heard that I was at a D&D event last night and immediately think that I'm dating Munson? You're pathetic, Sasha."

"Well, what else am I supposed to think?"

"That maybe I had a reason for being there in the first place? Did you ever think to come ask me what I did last night instead of making up stupid rumors in your head?"

She had that guilty look on her face now that most people from the popular crowd have when they are faced with the reality that rumors are just rumors. 

"Well, why were you there?"

"I owed Dustin a favour and he asked me to subsitute for Lucas. That's it."

Sasha blinked in surprise. "That's it?"

"Yes, you ignorant bitch. Why do you always have to add fifty details and seventy-five plot lines to everything you hear? It's annoying."

"Sorry." She smiled sheepishly. "Wanna grab lunch?"

"Sure."

We turned and walked down the hallway, only stopping to jump out of the way as two jocks shoved a smaller student against the lockers. I watched in silence as they threatened him, laughing at each other when the small boy whimpered and begged, and I was horrified by myself for just standing there. "If no one went around bullying and hating each other, there was no need for groups," I heard the king's voice in my head, and although I had tried to defend the opposite last night, I was beginning to understand that he was right.

I opened my mouth and stepped forward, ready to voice my anger at their disgusting behavior, when the jocks let go of the small boy and walked off. 

"You alright?" I asked and reached out to touch his cheek, which was already beginning to swell. I didn't see the jock punch him. They must have done so in private.

"I'm fine," shouted the kid and ran off. 

I tried calling after him, but he didn't listen. 

"Come on, Y/N," Sasha said gently and pulled me along. 

After entering the cafeteria, we took our places in line to buy lunch. I turned around to look over my shoulder as we stood there patiently waiting, and I saw the person I had been searching for almost immediately. The king was seated at the head of the table, nibbling on his food while looking at me with his large brown eyes. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he grinned and put his hand up to wave. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips and I nodded at him before turning around to let the lunch lady slap a spoonful of what looked (and I prayed) like mashed potatoes unto my tray. 

"Do you wanna come sit with us?" offered Sasha, heading for the cheerleader's table. "I'm pretty sure the other's won't mind. Especially, now that the rumor is all cleared up. Besides, they'll probalby want to question you about the freak."

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you call him that?"

"What?"

"He's not a freak, Sasha."

Sasha started to speak, but she quickly closed her lips again and decided against uttering the remark that was on the tip of her tongue. We crossed the cafeteria and sat down at a table full of girls, all dressed in white, green, and yellow cheerleading costumes. I pushed my hair behind my ears, ignoring the way a couple of them shot me tart looks.

"So, Y/N —"

"I'm not dating Munson," I interrupted and laughed at the cheerleaders' surprised faces. "Oh, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. Where you not going to ask me about the rumors that the basketball have spread about me?"

Sasha glared at me because I raised my voice just enough to let the table behind us, the table claimed by the basketball team, hear me. Jason, the captain of the team and student president, cocked his head to the side and let his eyes gaze at my features. Not anything he saw, pleased him anymore.

"Sounds like you are accusing someone of starting a rumor, L/N," said Jason in that unearned, privileged voice of his that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. 

"Y/N, don't."

I chose to ignore Sasha and instead forced myself to rise and move towards Jason and his companions, who were laughing. "Did you?" I demanded. "Did you begin spreading the word that Munson and I are dating?"

"Why else would someone like you hang out with a freak like him?" said Patrick, another basketball player. 

There it was, that funny feeling all over again. When did high school students, who are arrogant, narcissistic, and completely and totally boorish, have the right to pick who gets to hang together without producing drama and gossip? I couldn't help but crack a grin, and with that came a giggle. "Is that so? Am I too nice, or too sweet, or too fucking … something to hang out with the king?" 

I almost choked on laughter at their genuine confused expressions and furrowed brows. 

"Well," staggered Patrick, "yeah. That's how it is. He's a werido and you're … well, you're not a cheerleader, or really popular, but you're good-looking, I guess? Even Hargrove —"

I turned and cut him off, my eyes landing on Sasha that was dying in shame, embarrassment, and anger. Leaving my tray behind, I walked off into the cafeteria and headed straight for the king. He was smirking and probably heard everything that I said, but I didn't care. 

"You got plans tonight?"

His doe eyes ripped open wide, and he pointed a finger at his chest. "Me?"

"Yes, you."

He swallowed hard and hesitated, "No. No, I don't."

"Perfect." I clapped my hands together and beamed at him. "Pick me up at eight, will you?" Just as I turned to leave, I remembered. "I live on second street, house number 2356."

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#eddie being cute #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female oc #eddie munson x female reader #fanfic #jason stranger things

[babbeldumpsterfire]

I need to do a chronicle of ofmd episodes because I'm 2 minutes in and I already have A LOT to say, so spoilers for ep 4 under the cut! Don't click if you don't want the whole episode spoiled!

"Ed ed speak to me! Ed???" SBONK

"Did Ed do that?" "It was an accident" "They all say that" lmaooo unhinged but I love how they don't let it go unnoticed

NOT wee Jhon knitting girly y2k sweaters!

Did they really have Taika flex the bicep just for the fangirls

Ya considering Izzy came back from his banishment I guess this is temporary

Like the cuscus brain

(Why is it that whenever I watch new eps of my fav series there's always constructors making a lot of noise in the background, feels like I live in an open construction site)

Bird dude hair game is insane this season

They have thrift shops now, I love this show

Ooh older lesbian pirate open couple

Ooooh older lesbian pirate open couple is fighting

Does anyone in this show get stabbed and walk it off like it's nothing

Ohhh ok I think I get it the homolesboerotic stabbing is in place of sex in this show, subtle lol

Olu calling Jim "babe"🥹

All this Izzy suffering is undignified but what I really want to see is the indignity of the brony leg, how does it come to that???

"You left me for mary" Did he really lose the "Stede left his wife TWICE" part? Selective hearing Ed needs to stop being a bitch honestly

"Two whim prone people shouldn't just run to China" YES THEY'RE TALKING IT OUT AND SAYING IT ALL IN THE HEALTHIER WAY THIS SHOW CAN MANAGE my pores are clean my crops are cropping and whatever that meme also said

An actual love confession that isn't cheesy nonsense???

Good omens needs to take notes

"Have you had sex yet" NO GOMENS STOP TAKING NOTES (last thing we need is Fucking in a tornado 2 the revenge of cringe)

Oof I never noticed how small and thin Ed is compared to Hunk Stede send heelp

Oh no this is a nod to the fandom right? I've never been on twitter but I've heard t h i n g s

My god the cinematography is a masterpiece here, I love the action in this episode

Not me thinking she was a vampire smoking from the sun for a moment, wwdits being taika's show threw me off

Not related but I think they twinkified Stede and hunkified Ed to make them seem more like equals, like in that The Witcher video where they explained how they twikyfied the bard dude to make him seem more boyish

"You are harassing a cripple" *Finds a horse leg*

Don't tell me bird dude is gonna turn Ed into a seagull or something

It took bird dude to turn into a bird for Ed to finally understand PEOPLE CHANGE

Bi Izzy (Bizzy Izzy?) the Unicorn

"It's like a non stop knockin' shop on that ship" I feel like I'm missing 10 layers of meaning by being not native eng speaker

#ofmd spoilers #spoilers #ofmd #our flag means death #live blogging ofmd #s2e04 ofmd

[mommyymunson]

The Freak’s Superhero//Chapter Two: Batter up! (An Eddie Munson Fanfic)

Chapter 1! - https://mommyymunson.tumblr.com/post/690691192770510848/the-freaks-superherochapter-one-escaping-his

I was always meant to be Papa's ultimate weapon. The most gifted, the most powerful, the one with the most tricks up her sleeve. That's why he kept me the most secret, he could do whatever he needed in order to make his task come true. Using torture as training to be able to do anything that was related to the human psyche. Countless sleepless nights in the padded room, numerous shocks with his 'special collar'; all in the name of research. But I think I'd rather be there than here at the current moment.

As much as I had hoped and prayed for the questions to stop, God seemed to find my annoyance a comedy show as the three children kept 'em coming. After a half an hour of Dustin's inquiries, the other two children joined in. If the intense pain radiating in my entire body wasn't gonna drive me insane, these three children definitely were going to. No matter how silent I stayed, they just never stopped, I think it even encouraged them to keep going.

"Have you ever..-" Dustin continued before I finally let out the agitated scream I've been holding in the last twenty minutes. My body contorted in a crazed sort of state, my head whipping to the air as my voice roared out in all its irritation. I had to let it out in anyway I could, All I craved was just a moment of silence but the incessant children weren't allowing that anytime soon. With my fingers grabbing and tugging at the scalp, my meltdown finally came to a close as I turned my attention to Dustin and the other children once again.

"I have different powers than Eleven, being more powerful is objective, I don't know why I look 'creepy', I've had Eggos maybe once, yes, no, I don't even know who that is, yes I can make myself fly sort of, no, no, yes Brennar is my father..-" all of the answers of the entire thirty-seven minute quiz show came flowing out of my mouth. Once I had finally answered the entirety of them, I gave the boy a knowing glance that meant, 'please for the love of all that is holy, shut UP.' Although at this point, I think he took it as a challenge.

"You didn't answer my question of, 'does it hurt your eyes when they go black like they did.'"

In the moment, I thought scaring him off was gonna be my best bet. Gripping the fabric latched onto his shoulder, my eyes searched the endless corners of his brain. Once I had gotten to the section dedicated to visual intake, I warped his optical perception of how I looked. Morphing my facial features into a thing of horror. Long scragglier looking hair, eyes completely melted in black, my skin as pale as snow, teeth as pointy as pitchforks; this would surely do the trick. He would be the only one who could see me like this because, even though he thinks its reality, I'm only changing how he can see me. When his face pulled into a goofy smile and he used his free arm to check out my imaginative face, I knew my plan had failed.

"Woah how did you do that? That's so cool! You look kinda like Linda Blair." he continued exploring my crazed features in fascination. All I could do was pull the veil from over his eyes and stare at him in disbelief. Weren't kids supposed to get scared at that kind of stuff? Shaking the thought out of my head, I just continued walking and of course, they resumed with me.

"What are you talking about Dustin? She didn't look any different to me." Lucas spoke.

"You mean you guys couldn't see it? She looked like a demon straight out of a horror movie. Hey Zero, How did you do that?" Dustin pulling up to my left, staring up at me like a lost puppy.

"I just changed your view on how I looked, it only worked on you because I was only channeling you to see it." I huffed out, still hoping the questions would end. They exclaimed to one another how cool that was and how the two others wanted to see as well, but soon the topic grew old as soon as it emerged.

"So what kind of powers do you have then?" Max asked her now twelve question as we continued our journey over the twigs and aging leaves.

I ran my palm over the entirety of my sweat stain face and sighed, "The power to sew all your mouths shut if you don't quit it."

"Wait..like actually?" Lucas asked, almost pausing his movement through the many trees around us.

"If I really try hard enough, maybe." I shot him a mischievous grin that oozed in phoney wickedness.

Sensing this was never going to end, I mentally pushed their bodies far in front of me with the wave of my hand. They all let out small gasps as they each felt the rush from their bodies going forward telepathically. Once I had them at enough distance away, I stopped them. They all quizzically turned their backs to me as I just pointed in front of us, signaling them to go. That seemed to, at last, do the trick for them as they all started to walk faster in front of me. The threat of being able to control their bodies at my whim seemed to give them enough clarity to leave me alone. Finally some damn peace and quiet. I gave myself a subtle victory fist through the air; although it wasn't elusive enough as I heard a chuckle come from right behind me.

"You could've easily gotten those rug-rats off your back ages ago but you didn't. Are they starting to grow on you, Miss. Zero?"

It was the handsome, tatted devil from before that had broken the brief seconds of silence. He started to match my pace so he could walk beside me, still having that sinful smirk from before sketched into his face.

"Definitely not, I just found their curiosity amusing at first but then I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. That was before I could even think them, mind you." His eyes bore into mine the entire time, almost like he was memorizing all of me. I hate to admit it, my ego taking a small bruising, but his unwavering stare made me become flustered. It was incredibly bizarre in fact, men never had any sort of affect on me. Well, besides one man.

Before I could feel the traumatizing thoughts start to form, his earthy laugh had grounded me back to reality. Back to our synchronized walk through the forest, our hands brushing against each other every so often.

"I don't know, sweetheart. I caught quite a few glimpses of a smile on your lips before," he was teasing me, I knew that but his confidence and charisma had me biting my bottom lip in embarrassment. He knew I was lying, "didn't seem like you were too bothered by them, to me."

His palm abruptly stuck out to me, giving me an expecting look, "I'm Eddie by the way, Eddie the banished if we're being fancy."

Lacing my fingers into his calloused fist, I gave it a small squeeze and a few shakes. "Zero, Zero the...Indestructible, if you'd like to refer to me as a DnD title," he gave a little wiggle of his eyebrows before releasing my hand, "And alright, I guess I did find them kind of cute; but it was only because I had basically watched them grow up the past few years....," his look of confusion urged me to continue,"When I was down there, in the upside down as they deem it, I was held captive for a very long time. Three years in fact. The only reason I knew how long it had been was because of them. I'm guessing you haven't known the boys that long considering I don't recognize you, but I was with them since the moment Mike met El, his girlfriend. It was 'Spiritually' of course, its a long story."

His gaze never strayed as he listened intently to what I had to say, finally that smile had left his face and was replaced with a look of understanding. I could tell that he was paying attention to every word I said as we stumbled over the bumps of grass and dirt.

"Well I might have to push back that reservation I have in thirty minutes, but I think I can squeeze you in. Continue on, tale teller."

The laugh that erupted out of me was small and meek, but it felt so good to feel something like laughter again. That damned grin come back again as soon as it had left, looking rather proud of himself for giving me a quick chuckle.

"God, I haven't laughed in years."

"Well you're in luck, I happen to be the funniest person you'll ever meet. So you'd better get used to it quickly, milady," he gave a quick bow to me as I smiled down at him, shaking my head," but sorry, you were saying?"

"Right right, so I'm unaware how familiar you are of El's powers, but basically she's able to locate anyone of her choosing with her mind. Almost like if she were with us right now, she could hear and see exactly what we're doing but not really be able to communicate with us. It's a handy tool for gathering information, and that's exactly what I did in my time down there. She was really the only person I could consider family, all the rest of them were dead or an absolute asshole, pardon my french."

He raised his hands as if to say, 'look at me, you think I'm gonna stop you? Swear all you like.' To which, I just rolled my eyes playfully at him and resumed.

"It was so incredibly lonely down there, so cold and every part of my body ached from being bound," I lifted up my weak arm to show him my battle scars; the large black and blue bruises completely covering my wrists,"I wanted, well more like needed them in there. They kept me grounded, sane. Whether they were just playing games at the arcade or fighting off whatever final boss the upside down threw at them; they gave me a reason to keep going. I had dreamed of the time when I'd finally meet them, If I could even meet them. How I would kick their asses in Dig-Dug, have them teach me how to play Dungeons and Dragons, or even protect them with every fiber of my being; I wanted to keep them safe and happy. Because they're the reason I'm here right now, talking to you. I would've been dead a long time ago without them, just giving up the will to live. I would protect them with my life, and that's exactly why I knew I had to help Max get out. I won't let them be a victim of him like he made me." He only listened, not interrupting just letting me tell the story. When I had finally paused to take a breath though was when he spoke up.

"Well you don't need them to teach you the basics of Dnd, I'm the best dungeon master around. I could definitely show you the ropes when we're done with this Vecna shit and I'm no longer a wanted man." he scratched at the back of his neck bashfully and looked into my eyes once again.

"Is that so? Hopefully that's not all you'll be showing me." my damned mouth was working in overdrive before my mind could keep up. Causing my eyes to explode with shock and my cheeks to heat up a hundred degrees hotter. I couldn't look at him directly after that, only trying to quick cover up my not-so subtle attempt at flirting.

"I m-mean..I'd like to learn the in depths to the game too, not just the basics, ya know? That's all that I meant, nothing else. Heh." my voice trembled as I ran with the best coverup I could give. His face twisted into a sly, teasing smile as he studied my outburst. Why in God's name did I just deliberately flirt with this man in a situation like this?! It must be from the lack of sleep and oxygen down there, yeah that's it. Thankfully before he could shoot back any sort of response to my stupidity, Dustin's sudden bolt through the woods pulled all off Eddie's attention. It seemed the kid Sherlock had found a clue.

"Dustin, Can you slow down? Dustin," he called after the boy but it was to no avail, both of us jogging to match his pace. Before Dustin could plunder himself into the calm waters of the lake, Eddie and I took one of his shoulders each and held him back from a damp conclusion,"Watch your step, big guy."

All of them seemed to be confounded by the large reservoir, not being able to believe that one of the gates could be in the very well known spot, "Lover's Lake." Although I knew they couldn't feel it, the uncomfortable energy from the opening to Hell instantly spiraled under my skin. Washing my entire body in uneasiness.

"There's a gate in Lover's lake?" Max spoke up, looking around us in almost disbelief.

"Whenever the demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening...maybe Vecna is the same way?" it was Nancy's turn to speak as she tried to figure out the reason. I nodded my head in agreement as I descended into the blissfully cool water, without so much as bothering to take even my shoes off.

"You'd be correct, detective. He can only make a portal once his victim takes their last breath, unlike me. I'm able to open the barrier whenever I need to, considering how much practice I've had at it, it's become rather easy. The only downfall is once I open one, I have a timer of roughly eight hours before I can open another. Takes too much out of me." The lake clung to every bit of dirt and grime that stuck to my body. I began to scrub as much as I could off and ducked my head fully under before Steve spoke up.

"You're seriously taking a bath, right now?"

"You go three years without one and let me know how disgusting the filth feels. From the looks of you, you wouldn't be able to survive a full twenty four hours without some hair spray." I threw his judgement right back at him as Dustin and Lucas snickered. Steve shot death glares down at them and just beckoned Eddie to follow him. Throwing the tarp off, a slightly wet boat was uncovered. I swam over in their direction as the two men pulled it into the water beside me, Robin using their heads to stable herself as she entered the wobbly vessel.

Dripping onto the dry land, I smoothed my hair back; already feeling much more refreshed but I still yearned for some soap. The frizzy haired man followed after Robin, then Nancy. I watched as Eddie's eyes suddenly turned towards me, observing me from head to toe. I looked down at myself to see that my off-white tank top and ripped black shorts had stuck to my skin. The color of my burgendy bra clearly showing through. He cleared his throat and noticed Dustin trying to wedge himself inside the boat beside his companions. His head got flicked back and Eddie just gave him a dumb look.

"You trying to sink us? This boat holds three people tops, okay." Dustin didn't seem to be having it though as Nancy spoke up next.

"It's better this way okay? You guys stay here with Max, keep an eye out."

"You keep an eye out!" Wheeler's face twisted in baffle as Dustin mimicked it, mockingly, "It's my goddamn theory!"

I couldn't help the small snort that erupted from my throat, quickly covering my face in embarrassment. I had to admit, the kid was starting to grow on me. They continued their bickering until Dustin finally caved, handing the small group his beloved compass, begrudgingly.  Nancy gave me a questioning look, silently asking what my next move was. The fear was starting to bubble over the brim, I could feel the energy from the gate lull me forward. My eyebrows furrowed in anxiety as my feet stumbled back rather ungracefully. She seemed to get the message as she signaled Steve to push the boat forward, jumping into the 'max of three' boat afterwards.

"You said three!" dustin's distain for the lying four quite evident as Steve just uttered a quick apology. He gave them a not so subtle middle finger as they slowly traveled through the rippling water. Why were they using the oars instead of the motor?

"Hey! Is the motor broken?" cupping around my mouth for maximum volume, Eddie glanced in my direction and gave a quick nod. This was gonna take forever. Tapping the bottoms of my shoes, I took a hesitant step onto the surface of the water. Concentrating all my energy into keeping myself from sinking. Once I felt the weight from my feet dissipate, I took another stride onto the water and just like that, I was walking on top of the Lake.

"What are you, Jesus?!" Eddie joked, watching in awe as I started closing the gab between me and the boat. All of them stared in my direction, not so much focusing on actually moving, just in my holy ability. They hadn't gotten far from shore so it didn't take long before I was right in front of them, wrapping my fingers into a tight fist and slamming it down onto the motor. As they all jumped back startled, the motor began roaring to life. Not really expecting a standing ovation, I gave them a royal bow and turned on my heel to head back to the children. Probably still too stunned to speak, they all stayed silent as they just took advantage of my gift and let the boat do all the work for them.

"When this is all over, you really gotta show us everything you can do." Lucas requested as my feet finally hit dry land again.

"And spoil all of my secrets? Absolutely not." I shot him a small smile as he just shook his head in disappointment. We all watched as they went on a steady, not too fast pace towards the gate and all I could do was feel the swell of regret. Why didn't I go with them? Nancy was nothing but kind to me and I must've let her down. Why did I have to be so scared all the time? He couldn't reach me here so what was there to be worried about?

"Wait, wait, wait, they're stopping. What are they stopping for?" Lucas announced, hitting Dustin lightly in the chest to get his attention.

"What's going on guys, talk to me come on." Dustin had a slight panic in his voice, but I couldn't blame him; all of us were on edge as we awaited an answer. Then Robin's voice blared through the walky.

"Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital 'ahhh'!"

We all anxiously waited as Lucas kept his eyes on the group, expecting something anything to happen. It wasn't until they started talking about Steve's chest hair that the air got less intense. Wait, why was Steve taking his shirt off? Oh God, don't tell me.

"When did Steve get so hairy?"

"Right? I keep telling him he needs to tame that jungle, but he claims the ladies dig it." Dustin pulled my attention away from the group, almost giving me another small chuckle in this extreme situation.

"Let me see." Max practically ripped the binoculars out of Lucas's grip and held them to her vision. The boy seemed ready to decline but also like he wanted to know if what Dustin said was true. When she started watching for a prolonged amount of time, the held in giggle came tumbling out of my lips. The two couldn't believe what Steve 'the hair' Harrington had said was correct. When the red head held the long distance goggles to me, I politely just shook my head and held my hand up.

"I'm not into a lot of hair, maybe a nice happy trail but not everywhere." She seemed to nod her head in understanding as Dustin and Lucas just gagged to my response. I ruffled their heads almost bullyingly as we continued watching the boat ahead os us. They seemed to cut the tension that was building in my muscles by half.

"You guys realize, if there's a gate down there, it's technically a water gate." Dustin looked expectantly at us, waiting a few seconds for some sort of reaction before he finally cracked and laughed himself. I didn't let him see the half smile that was adorning my face as the other two didn't even acknowledge him.

Suddenly there was twigs snapping and leaves crunching behind us, we all spun around in fear seeing several flashlights shine just above us. Ducking behind a fallen tree stump, we quickly found out it was the cops who were hot on our trail. Almost as if she knew now was the worst time, Robin's voice started blaring through the speakers, they had found the gate. Turning it off quickly, and knowing we couldn't let the police find Eddie and arrest him; Max told us to trust her as she started shouting. Gathering the attention of our intruders, we started following after the sprinting girl. But that was when I suddenly felt a pang of dread creep up my shoulders and over my neck. I stopped in my tracks and turned my attention to the lake again, the water was rippling unnaturally around them. I know something is wrong.

"Guys! Go on without me, I'll catch up!" Whisper-shouting to them, gathering my power once again and manipulating the cops vision like I did to Dustin before. Now, to them I was invisible and they could only see the three in front of me.

"Zero, what are you doing?!" Dustin worried, but I didn't have time to answer him as I started stumbling back to where we were before the chase.

I was right, there was now only Eddie left in the boat, shouting and freaking out by himself. If this were any other time, I'd probably burst into tears laughing at his meltdown but I knew exactly why he was. Robin, Steve, and Nancy were no longer there so that could only mean they went down to the gate. It was like my body moved on it's own, before's fear seemingly never existed. Taking one last adequate breathe before diving right into the water. I paddled my way through the ripples of water that seemed to wanna slow me down, but for once I was thankfully to Papa. Not only did he train my mind, he trained my body too. Like I said, I was his ultimate weapon. Going as far as hiring blacklisted assassins to train my body through the sweat and blood. Teaching me martial arts moves and making my body as flexible as it could be. The infinite hours of being beat senseless and forcing my muscles to memorize every move, every action they taught me. I was trained to become a stone cold assassin, to become artillery, to become something less than human.

The freezing liquid did nothing for my nerves, as I soon saw the door that lied at the bottom. Eddie's body being pulled into the tiny crack in the surface. He must've jumped in after I did. Seeing him only exhilarated me to go even faster, treading closer and closer until I finally reached the opening. They were right, it was extremely small for a gate. My confidence began dwindling as I knew I was gonna be in his territory as fast as I left it. Before I let it run down to zero though, I let my body get sucked through the small opening.

The gravity contorted and lunged my body into a stand as my eyes took in the sight before me. Steve was being choked and bitten by the bats on the floor as the other three were using the oars to beat them. Eddie was trying to confidently fight them off but I could tell he was as scared as the rest of them. The two women were tag teaming the remaining bats that clung to Steve; who was finally beginning to regain his composure. Well, I think they've had enough. Taking my middle finger and thumb into the edge of my mouth, my breathe whistled between the two; gathering the attacks and defenders attention.

"Having all the fun without me?"

The second the flying demons took notice of me, they all began scattering. Assuming they remembered their companions being fed forcefully to me by Henry. Scrambling, their wings took flight, attempting to scamper away. The four's movements stilled as I sauntered towards them. Letting the power that boiled in my soul explode in my fingertips. The bats that remained in trying to get a good meal, were soon exploding into a glob of flesh. The searing echoes of their screams reverberated in the empty space among us. Enjoying finally being able to use my powers once again, I held my fingers in the shape of a pistol and pinpointed each creature. One by one they erupted until the only ones that were left were the ones fleeing through the air.

"Hah, as if I'd let you get away."

Taking boulder-sized chunks of the ground beneath, I raised them into the air before slamming them back down as hard as I could. Creating small rocks that were just the perfect size. I let them hang in the air as I turned to Robin who just watched, starstruck.

"Can I borrow this? Thanks," I grabbed the wooden tool from her unmoving hands. Getting a feel for it's small amount of weight in my palms. I tapped the end of it onto the ground twice before raising it behind my back, "I'd suggest you guys duck, it's time for some baseball."

Everyone looked amongst themselves in utter confusion, until the sudden euphony dawned on them and their bodies dropped to the floor. They held their bodies protectively but still managed to watch the game I was about to present them. Perhaps it was a bit childish to do this,  but I haven't felt this kind of rush in such a long time, it was like a drug to me right now. It gave me such an onslaught of excitement that I couldn't help the huge grin that spread across my lips.

"They don't call me Babe Ruth for nothin' kiddos." And with that, I swung the makeshift baseball bat through the air and the pieces of gravel and semi-large rocks bolted. The speed they were going at, they were like bullets to the unsuspecting rats with wings that tried to leave. They were no match for my impeccable aim as the varying pieces of stone tore their small bodies in half. One by one, they dropped to the ground like flies. Not a single one left to bite the dust, the sky being completely clear now. It goes to show that I still haven't lost my  touch. I wiped the small droplets of sweat that began to form on my forehead and glanced at the group behind me. They were all wiping the dust off themselves, still looking like they just witnessed a thing of fiction. Not even a single applause for my homerun, huh?

"Who calls you Babe Ruth?" Robin slyly asked but I just chose to ignore her.

Finally, their astonishment began to dwindle. Steve spit out what looked to be the remnants of a bat's head, the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Nancy began freaking out for the wounded boy and rushed up to his aid.

"Jesus H Christ!" Eddie huffed, throwing the oar down in exasperation. Although the situation we were in, I chuckled at his sudden outburst. Even when he's being serious, he still had a flair for the dramatics.

"Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies? It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should get you to a doctor soon, because once the symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already dead." Robin ranted, panic setting in the more she spoke.

"Robin, I promise you, if they were gonna give anybody rabies; I would've gotten it a long time ago." I rolled my eyes at her fear, she couldn't be too afraid of our current predicament if she's talking about something as simple as a virus.

"You got bitten a lot down here?" Steve breathed out, he must've been feeling woozy from the pain in his lower abdomen.

"No I ate them."

The silence surrounding us was so thick, I could practically feel it hugging my body.

"You're joking right?" Robin choked out, seemingly not believing my statement.

"How else do you think I ate for three whole years? I was tortured for the entire time, why do you think he'd stop at Bat consumption?" I will probably always remember the dreadful, tangy taste of demon bat flesh that practically stung my tongue and throat going down. My non-descending stomach evident of my reluctance to eat the foul meal.

The echoes of screams in the air interrupted their judgement, more of the demobats on their way here. So, they called for their buddies huh? I stood in waiting, ready for the attack once again but the other four weren't up to the challenge apparently.

"We can't take that many of them by ourselves...the woods! Let's go!" Nancy announced, turning on her heel and booking it for the large standings of wood. The other three began following her, as I just watched them in contemplation.

"What are you talking about, I'm fine to keep go-..oh never mind." Not wanting to be left behind, I sprinted after them, only going at half my full speed. My unwillingness to flee not causing me to find the need to. It almost seemed like they forgot I just took down at least a hundred of those suckers two minutes prior. Maybe it was the anxiety for Steve's condition that made them want to make a break for it. I'm not sure, all I know is that if I don't get at least a single compliment about my badass baseball skills later, I'm gonna be real upset.

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