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[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Spell your last name, please.

What -- Daryl's back at the Green's farm after falling down the ridge twice, hallucinating you and Merle, then making it home only to get grazed on his head by a bullet. In this chapter, he wakes up after losing consciousness. S02E05 Chupacabra

Who -- slow burn Daryl x Reader

When -- ten minutes after Daryl gets grazed by that bullet courtesy of Andrea following Invisible, tugging strings, Part 2. <- Read this chapter first!

Perspective -- 3rd person Daryl

Reader's pronouns? -- neutral again, slowpokes, they/them

TWs -- a few cusses in Daryl's perspective

How long will it take me? -- 7-10 minutes

Specific chapters to refresh your memories with -- How's your head? Part 2, Invisible tugging strings, Parts 1 -> and 2 <-

The title of this chapter is weird -- I know, y'all XD. It's in reference to a common (medical) trauma question to check cognition

Where's your Masterlist? -- official one here, chronological one here.

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for better context, reread Invisible, tugging strings, Part 2 here. It's got the word-for-word part of S02E05 Chupacabra with Merle before Daryl makes his way home and sees an angel you.

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Hm? Where in the—where is he and what’s warm stuff he just swallowed? Who the hell's this holding hi—

A bunch of voices start saying stuff, and all he sees is brightness and the outline of faces.

But there’s one, familiar voice closest to his ear that soothes, “Shh, sweetheart, you’re safe. Close your eyes awhile, it’s bright in here.”

...oh shit, is this heaven? It's real? I made it?

“Oh man, sorry,” the voice chuckles. “You’re just so hurt, pet names are floppin’ out of my mouth. Which is what some of your tea just did, too. Here, I’m gonna give you the straw. You’re in the Greene’s house.”

He starts to open his eyes again as he sips down more of the warm, peachy drink through the straw. Once he’s aware of it hitting the back of his throat, he starts to slurp it down because hot damn, he’s thirsty.

Finally, he’s able lift his eyes to see the angel his friend beside him, holding a mug.

Y/N.

“It’s from the box of peach tea we found yesterday,” Y/N happily tells him.

They look miles better than they did a few hours ago. He’s relieved.

Awareness of what’s going on and what happened snaps into gear and he tries to look behind him at his side that’d been gashed open, but doing that makes his head spin.

Also he’s—got a tube in his arm?

Y/N notices his confusion. “You need fluids, dude. Maggie suggested I rub your throat to get you take the drink down while you were half-conscious. It was workin’, too, just like for a cat. You’re on your second IV bag already, the first one went in right quick.”

Not to mention, what’s left of the peach tea in the mug is empty within seconds.

“Don’t worry, there’s more of that. You weren’t out too too long,” they mumble, setting the mug down. “We already checked you over for bites, now we’re disinfectin’ your side wound. Mr. Greene and Patricia are gonna resume that, okay? Then Maggie and I are gonna clean up your head.”

The best he can do is grunt in acknowledgement. He’s tired as fuck. Mumbling and quiet conversation fills the room.

“Daryl, spell your last name, please."

Spell his—huh? “Why’d d’you need my last name?” he slurs.

“To see how loopy you are,” Y/N dryly puts it. “I’m going to ask you to tell me the number ‘thirteen’ in a few minutes, deal? Thirteen.” They then uncap a—ha, orange gatorade? That’s their favorite—and place the straw in it and direct him to, “Hold this, drink, spell your last name for me.”

“D-I, um, X-O-N.” Ouch, his voice sounds like he gargled with pebbles. Feels like it, too.

“Did you take any kind of drug this afternoon, mushrooms?”

He makes an nuh-uh type of groan in response, and mumbles, “Tossed Merle’s hard stuff this mornin’.”

He feels whoever’s cleaning his gash pause, then continue. There’s extra hushed whispering, too.

“Th-that’s, um, very good! Ohh my.” His friend clears their throat. “So I guess we’ll only clap you in irons over charges of grand theft horse,” they snort. “Now, did you get mugged, did you fall, what happened to you out there, man?”

Whoever’s cleaning out his bolt wound, they’re pouring liquid stuff and dabbing at it, and shit it is stinging like a mother-fucker, ow!

“Rough afternoon,” he groans. Then, Daryl remembers the most important thing and slurs out a rushed, “Th’doll!” while opening his eyes again and trying to sit up. Pain stops him from moving much.

“Yes!" Y/N giggles. "Straight up, everybody here could’ve kissed you when we saw you’d found it, Daryl. Can you tell us where you found it?”

This rush of heat from outta nowhere zaps his cheeks as he rests his eyes again and relaxes down onto the pillow. “Bottom of the ridge,” he tells them.

“Clever man, you said it would be the best vantage point. Now, about those injuries, what made your afternoon ‘rough’ specifically?”

“…Fell down it.”

A small noise left Y/N’s mouth.

It's the old man’s voice who asks, “Is that how you got the wound to your side, here?”

“Happened th’first time I went down. Bolt.”

“The 'first time.' Y-you fell down it more than once? That’s—” squeaks from Y/N's mouth, then some babbling. “Oh m—does he need a traction collar or, or—”

“You said ‘bolt.’ Would that be from your crossbow?” comes the old man's voice again.

“Mm.”

“It’s remarkable the injury didn’t perforate any organs, passed clean through,” he comments. “Do you have any numbness or a tingling sensation anywhere on your appendages?”

His negative groan was hopefully sufficient. He kinda wishes he had numbness, because all he feels now is sore. It’s like he got whumped by a Mack truck.

“Tap your fingers to your thumb,” the old man then orders.

He does.

“Did any of that hurt?”

Another negative groan. He tries to shake his head, too.

A woman’s voice he’s unfamiliar with hushes, “Y/N, he’s okay for now, just keep checkin’ his cognition and feeling his head. Ears and nose, too, for fluids. Maggie, sweetpea, you check his toes for movement and sensation.”

He liked the sound of the woman’s voice. It was down-home twangy and no-nonsense, in a good way.

Now his shoes are getting untied, which must be Maggie. That’s the short-haired chick, if he’s remembering it right?

His friend sighs. “That guardian angel of yours is having a very busy day, Dary-bear.” There are some rustling noises near his head. He opens his eyes to see them pull what looks like a very skinny flashlight from the first aid bag. “I’m going to use this penlight, now. Can, um,” they pause and look around the room.

Wait, how many people are in here?

“Teddy, please hold the drink for him?” they call behind them. “Let’s get that bottle drained.”

Sure enough, T-Dog walks over from wherever he was, crouches down, and holds the bottle by Daryl’s mouth so he can sip from the straw.

“Sorry you had to wake up to all this fussin’ and chaos, man. But, you heard ’em, drink this down.”

“Wiggle your toes, please?” the short-haired chick calls, similarly twangy like the blonde woman and Y/N.

He wiggles his toes.

“Now point, then straighten your feet and toes for her,” Y/N murmurs.

He does.

“Straighten, then relax your legs if you can.”

He can, and does.

“Any of that hurt or feel tingly?”

“No,” he grunts again.

“Next, look at my nose, please,” his friend says. They guide his left hand in theirs and position it so it makes a wall between his two eyes. “Keep your hand there and repeat the months of the year. I’m going to shine this near each eye a few times, just keep starin’ at my nose while I do.”

As he recites the months in between gulps of the gatorade, he notices by the time he says “October” that he’s been staring into their eyes and at their lips instead of their nose.

When they gently take his hand and lower it back down, he gets a rush that helps him feel more awake.

“Now let’s have the months backwards,” they instruct.

He does his best.

“Let me know if you feel anythin’ off,” the blonde older lady says to Y/N. “I’ll palpate when you’re done.”

“Yes, ma’am. Okay, please tell me what memory came into your head when you saw the orange sports drink,” Y/N asks him next, their hands lightly pressing around his head, almost in a massage type of way. He doesn’t know what it is or why they are doing it, or why he isn’t flinching at someone touching him, but here he is. It feels really nice—OW!—except that spot didn’t feel as nice, that hurt!

“I, um,” he croaks. For real, his voice croaked. Rough afternoon. “It’s your favorite.” He rests his eyes again and remembers how Y/N’s floppy sandals squeaked as they’d walked to the wash area together. He’d been holding their bucket. That memory helps him relax more…

“You rememb—um, y-yeah, it’s my—sorry, you remembered that?”

“Give the man credit, Y/N,” T-Dog says under his breath in a way that sounds like he’s joking.

“Theodore,” they whisper back. “He’ll think you’re serious.”

Daryl isn’t sure what that was about, his eyes are still closed and heavy.

Y/N clears their throat. “Anyway, here I thought you’d just mention that you’d given me a bottle, friend. Um, ten points if you can state the name of the generic gatorade?”

T-Dog has tapped him with the straw to get him to drink more, so he opens his eyes and manages a grunt in response while he sips, then closes them again.

“Eh, you’re right, that’d be a stretch even if you didn’t just go through the wringer. It was Sportsman’s Signature Electrolyte Rehydration Beverage,” Y/N fills him in. “Now, I’m gonna check both nostrils and both ears for stuff coming out them, just bear with me, I’m usin’ a gauze square for it, I’ll be poking it into those places. How about you remind me the name of your favorite uncle.”

“Uncle Jesse,” is his answer before Y/N even finishes saying ‘uncle.’ The tickling feeling of the gauze in his nose almost makes him sneeze, then the feel of it in his ears is just uncomfortable.

At least his eyelids and his body don’t feel as heavy as before.

He open his eyes again. Sees Y/N is scribbling something down in a notebook.

“And what number did I ask you to remember, sweetheart?” Y/N checks. “Ugh, there I go with the pet names again. Sorry, honey, ain’t nothing, please tell me what that number was?”

Number? Number, um, uh, honey…um…three…thirteen. “Thirteen.”

“High-five, perfect recall!”

He finds himself tapping his palm to theirs and almost smiling.

Whatever they’re talking about now, though, is going right over his head. He’s gonna rest his eyes again…

“GCS is a solid 14, I think? He’s oriented, it’s just takin’ him slightly longer to get his words. Long term recall was good, short term he passed, too. Seems like he’s wakin’ up. What’s your take, Miss Patricia? Do y’all even use GCS in real life?”

“Ain’t heard ‘GCS’ since workin’ third shift ER for my first job. Oh, that was years ago,” came the twangy woman’s voice. “But it’s used a whole lot. 14 means he’s doin’ pretty good now. We’ll check it again later, I’ll teach you all about RLA scoring.”

“What’s RLA stand for?”

“Rancho Los Amigos, right?” is what Daryl thinks he hears T-Dog answer, but it makes zero sense so he must’ve heard wrong. “A few buddies of mine got concussions back in the day,” T-Dog explains, but it still doesn’t make sense. He opens his eyes as if that’ll clear things up.

Lucky for him, his friend repeats “Rancho-Los-Amigos?” which really is the damn name, the woman assures them both.

Daryl tries to look back again to see his gash. He doesn’t feel as dizzy as bef—where’s his shirt?

His pulse starts to pound in his ears.

He’s got no shirt on. In front of all these people?

Cold chills and a hot waves pelt through him at the same time. If, if his shirt if off and all these people are in here, that means they saw it. His back.

“Please stop trying to twist around,” comes the voice of the old man from behind him. “The wound is clotted and I want it to remain that way before I stitch you up.”

Y/N chirps in like an oblivious damn canary before he has a chance to react or think. “Oh, Daryl, would you mind if I watched? I wanna see it done as much as I can so I can learn.”

Turns out, this was a good thing. Him not being able to react to realizing he’s got no shirt on gave him time to see that a clean towel was bunched around his stomach, as well as positioned over his back shoulder; most of him is covered.

He’s shirtless, yeah, but covered.

And he now sees that his position on the bed means that, although the door is behind him, he’s blocked by the angle and by the blonde woman with the twangy voice and the old man.

“You just paled like you seen a ghost. Brother, you feeling okay?” T-Dog whispers.

Daryl meets his eyes for a second. How is he supposed to admit to not wanting anyone to see him without his shirt without sounding like some priss?

It’s just that—he’s shit at lying and the scars he’s got are kinda obvious. He’d tried to lie to a doctor once about it, the guy saw right through it. Daryl had been over 18 by then, so none of that CPS stuff happened, but still. The look on the doctor’s face made him feel like some pitiful kid and it made him feel small and weak and like he’d done something wrong.

“Y/N, can you check his blood pressure?”

It’s pointless for Daryl to try to say it was nothing, because Y/N was beside him again and pumping up that cuff thing within half a damned minute. He ends up officially meeting the owner of the twangy, no-nonsense voice, too. Patricia.

“He’s 108 over 64, Miss Patricia. That’s good, though, not too low. Oh.” Y/N’s face drops and they pause removing the cuff. “But he is a smoker, d-do you think that means it’s-it’s too low? I-I don’t know his baseline! Honey, what’s your baseline?”

“Daryl, spell that last name again for me?” the woman asks, and way calmer than Y/N.

He spells it again. “D-I-X-O-N.”

“14 times 2 is?”

“Uh, it’s, uh 28.”

“Five squared is?”

Squared is multiplying a number by itself, so…“25.”

“Your older brother’s name was?”

‘Was?’ What does she mean ‘was?’

He perks all the way up, and with a vengeance. “His name still is Merle,” he pretty much snarls back. Merle ain’t dead.

The woman makes a one-sided smile at Y/N and T-Dog with a brow raised. “He’s definitely awake now, doin’ just fine. Hersh, I’m gonna check his skull for any issues, then let’s double check if he’s got spinal damage. Did you check his nose and ears for CSF, Y/N?”

“He’s clean.”

“Anythin’ feel off on his head?”

“Some goose eggs, especially by this area here.” Daryl feels the warmth from Y/N’s hand as it hovers over the area he’d winced at. Their fingers trail along his hair for a sec, if he didn't just imagine that... “But no wiggly bits or step-off. His pupils were good.”

“After I get a good feel for his skull and neck, Maggie and Y/N, please give his hair a quick wash before cleaning and bandaging his graze. Then which of us is gonna stitch him up, you or me, Hersh?”

“I think Mr. Dixon here would prefer fewer people in here. I’ll do it.”

Those words are music to Daryl’s ears. So many damn people fussing over nothing. Patricia is done checking his skull or whatever, now she's poking around his neck.

“How many people are in here, anyway?” he asks whoever will answer.

“Mr. Greene, Patricia, Maggie, T-Dog, Rick, and me. Carol, Lori, Shane, Andrea, Dale and Glenn and Jimmy are out in the hallway,” Y/N tells him. "Carl's still in bed, of course, so Beth's with him."

…The whole group? Even the teenage kid?

What’s he supposed to, um…why the hell are they all crowding around and waiting? For him?

The old man saves his ass again. “Let’s leave dressing his head wound until after he’s stitched up. Everyone out, please.”

The name Sophia pops into the forefront of this thoughts. If they all acted fast, maybe she could be back by tomorrow morning! “I gotta talk to Rick.”

The old man's fuse is low, that’s obvious. “You’re the patient,” he responds.

“Then Y/N, you can stay, too,” is not what Daryl expects would next leap out of his mouth like a frog over hot tar, but there it goes. They wanted to learn, the old man better let them.

Weird part is, he understands that in offering that they stay, Y/N is definitely, 100% going to see the scars if they’ll be watching him get stitched…he doesn’t know, it’s just weird; he doesn’t have any kind of dread or nothing in the pit of his stomach about it. It's better when they're around.

He looks at them for a second, a bloody rag in their hand that they're back to pressing to his head. There's one, little tug to his chest in their direction, then it's gone.

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Hello, I hope everything is fine with you ☺️I re-read some chapters today and I want to say that the conversation between Pete and Porsche about how Kinn treated him essentially like Vegas did with Pete was so necessary. And the fact that Porsche seems to understand this but has a completely different attitude. And Kinn very much doubts that he understands what he did and regrets it. Such parallels between him and Vegas and their attitude towards the people they love say a lot about the characters. When Porsche said that Kinn did not translate and would not give him 70 million😭I want to say Porsche, you deserve better. How do you feel, we can expect a chapter this month (I’m not putting pressure, I’m just asking, I’m so curious what’s next, but think about yourself first)🫶🫂

hello anon!!! ive currently got covid and feel half dead atm but otherwise cannot complain! hope you're doing well too :)

omg so so true like that parallel seriously needed to be pointed out. of course there's no equating both relationships but like its v clear theyve both started out dubious af and it's very significant that porsche can see vegas behaviour has changed towards pete and even though hes told pete hes made his peace with what kinn did to him we can only hope this is stirring up some kind of feelings about the love he deserves vs the kind of love that kinn is currently giving him.

yeah ouch!!! i dont think porsche is realising how much his relationship is falling short of his expectations but hopefully the next few chapters might bring some clarity. yes definitely can expect a chap this month (im a bit behind on writing so ive missed nov but i can definitely promise a dec chapter) just not sure on the post date yet but i will keep everyone in the loop. im off work sick atm so it might free up some more writing time depending how im feeling.

ah thank you youre so sweet!

#fic asks #ill fill the graveyards until i have you

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Banshee part 4

An- Oh boy am I excited for the new part of stranger things but ya know. I'm also really scared. Sorry this chapter might be short, ive been pretty busy and I'm still trying to get out new chapters.

Summary- As you watch over eight and become closer to her your mistreatment by your Coworkers start to seep into your Brain more and more. You realize how Messed up this place is

Paring- Henry Creel x reader

Song-

Warnings- language, gun violence, death, missing children, grief

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When each year would pass you would all have a mini celebration with each other. All the workers would gather around with Brenner after the children were put asleep and Brenner would give everyone a talk about the New Year.

It was depressing each time. There was an obvious difference with You and Peter and everyone else who works in the entire building. You two were once the 'children' of Dr Brenner. They all saw you as a threat some of them even having to apprehend you both at some point, and it remained that way throughout your years working there. Sometimes you would catch the nurses giving you dirty looks. Every time someone saw peter with you, you felt their judgment and hatred more.

"They are staring at us..." You say sitting in the Employee lounge. Usually you both were alone but today was a busy day, you and peter were in charge of watching the three year old Eleven with Eight.

"Who cares" peter goes back to reading his book. You both were sat side by side on one of the couches. Everyone knew you liked Peter but no one knew his own feelings. Sure he flirted With you but he never did anything else but the occasional kind gesture.

" It matters to me... You know I hate how they treat us." You sigh And begin to lay your head in your lap.

"Jesus Y/n don't slouch here" peter knocks your head slightly, as your head fell up he still gives you a warm smile.

"Are you excited to babysit?" You smile and poke at peters Arm. His smile only get bigger as he looks back down at his book.

"Just a little, I know you love Eight but, I feel like Eleven is going to be different" peter closes his book and puts it down turning to you.

"Plus..she's adorable and very kind unlike two and the rest.." He gives a faded smile. You take his hand and hold it for a moment

"I'm glad you're having fun here. Better than our actually daily work" you stand up still holding his hand

"Let's go greet the babies!" You smile as peter stands up as well, you were ready to let go but for some reason He stayed holding on to you. As you both walked out hand in hand you pass by a few nurses standing by the door. Without being able to dodge anything one of them kicks their foot out, tripping you over, instinctly you close your eyes

But you still held peters hand, something the nurses didn't see, as you fell He lifted his arm and used the other to catch you. As if he just tipped you over during a fancy dance.

You slowly opened your eyes being greeted by Peters big blue ones. A small giggle was given by the nurses. The one who tripped you was obviously annoyed you didn't fully fall.

Peter turns his head to look at the nurses, he glares at them and they turn their heads. Beginning to walk out of the room.

He turns back to look at you, still holding the position you were on.

"Uh..." You slowly let go of his hand out awkwardness.

"Sorry" as you say this you quickly lose balance freaking out and grabbing onto the man holding you up. As you freak he also loses balance and falls on top of you.

"Ouch" you quietly groan out, peter already picking himself up

"I'm sorry I probably hurt you" he starts to lift himself up off of you, making sure his full weight isn't on you. You were still slightly holding on to him, for everyone who might walk in the position was definitely odd.

"No im sorry I lost my balance and freaked out". You shake your head at your own stupidity, realizing how close you were you started to blush just a bit. You just hopped he didn't notice.

"Gosh you always fall for me.." He rolls his eyes and starts to fully get up, not noticing your arms around him. When he notices though he stops moving. Looking down at your arms still stuck and back at you. His face goes red as you let go, he quickly gets up, reaching out a hand to help you.

"Sorry i guess that panic really sent me huh?" You awkwardly dust yourself off.

"No its fine. Falling can be an uncomfortable feeling"

"Yeah...anyway shall we?I miss eight" you turn to leave, Peter grabs on of your shoulders to turn you. He slowly moves his hand up to your face, slowly picking off an eyelash. Your face goes to an even deeper red.

"Why so red?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks. You shake your head and push him away.

"We must pick up eight!" You grab peters hand amd storm out of the room and into the hallway

You speed run down the halls, peter chuckling at his own words.

You refused to let him see you all blushed and flustered. Finally you both arrived at the rainbow room, eight sat alone in one corner as the children played, brenner already sitting inside talking to five. As you both slowly stepped up Peter walks slowly to Brenner.

"Dr. Brenner we are here for Number eight. May we take her right now. I know its a bit early" He leans down to Brenner getting at his height

"Both you and y/n? I assume?" Brenner takes his attention off of five, they give peter an annoyed look.

"Yeah... Only if its still okay with you" he gives Brenner a small smile. Brenner glances at you, you were already interacting with Eight, when he looks back at Peter he sees him also looking at her.

"Fine, but remember Eleven is still iffy with people" Brenner nods Peter off and turns back to Five. Who instantly smiled at her PaPa.

Peter sits up and starts walking to you and eight, a big smile on his face as he sits down next to you both.

"Who's ready for a play date?" Peter smiles patting the girls head, she smiles and looks up at you, your smile being even bigger. You take her hand as you all begin to walk out walking down to the room they keep the children under 5 go. You knock on the door lightly and a nurse opens it. You both exchange smiles and And she walks out leaving you three with Young Eleven, as eight goes to play with three you take a seat on the small chairs provided. This was one of the only rooms with good carpet. Peter takes a seat next to you, sometimes Eleven would walk towards him handing him whatever building block she was playing with. It was sweet and comforting.

Once the play date was over you helped pick up and sat to wait for the nurse for Eleven.

" wasn't this fun" you say holding onto eleven tickling her a little bit

"Yeah it was. Seems like eight though is a little jealous" peter smiles, once you turn your head you see eight staring at you as you hold onto eleven, peter takes her from you And gently sits her on his lap.

"She's a cute one isn't she? So nice compared to Six..." Peter boops Elevens nose.

"Hah yeah thats true. Didn't they bite you?" As you laugh out Eight runs to you. And hugs your leg. You slowly pat her head in comfort.

As you were all settling down the door clicks open a nurse comes and instantly looks at Both you and peter. Her face slowly turns to disgust as she sees eight holding onto you.

"I'm here now. You all can leave. " she says, turning back to you and eyeing you up and down.

You roll your eyes at her, peter puts Eleven in her bed and just stand and hold onto Eights hand.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" The nurse asks faking a confused tone.

"No no definitely not" you say in defense putting one hand up.

"Stay in your place. This time you can't call for your 'papa'" the nurse moves aside waiting for you to leave with peter.

"How about you? Stay in your place, did you forget who we are? What we can get away with" the nurse was about to reply, but peter pushes you and eight out. Ignoring whatever else the nurse would have said.

"Hey what the hell?" You say trying to go back in.

"Stop picking fights with those idiots. Gosh you'll get into trouble you-... You're so annoying" peter sighs and begins to walk. You walk along as well leading Eight onto the rainbow room with the others. you drop her off as she goes back to her corner. Picking up some toys and playing by herself.

As you leave the room you see peter waiting outside.

"please promise me you won't do anything to piss anyone off..." Peter turns his head to look at you, You slowly walk to the side of the wall he's leaning on, His head following you as you do.

"I'm not, they just hate us. they hate you a lot but if I get it there will be less consequences" you lay your head on his shoulder, tired and angry at the nurse still.

"They hate us sure but don't give them any reason to act on that hate. You should know by now this place isn't sunshine and rainbows" peter gets up from the wall. Going to stand in front of you. You hold your breath as he gets closer

"Please promise me you won't give them any reason to hurt you" peter leans in close, almost whispering his words.

"Peter..." Before you could say anything else a door opens, spooking you both, you slowly turn to see a security guard walking out of the bathroom.

"Uh...uhhhh.....okie" the guard awkwardly walks off after staring at you both for a second. You both watch him leave, then turning to each other once you both were in the clear.

A large buddle of laughter leaves both of you, as you throw tour head back peter leans down putting his head on your shoulder as he hides his own laughter. He slowly begins to rise his arms to your side. As he looks up a small subtle smile appears on his face

"What?" You try holding I'm your laugh, trying to drop your own smile.

"You're the only reason I can get through my days y/n"

You giggle at his words, peter instantly looks down regretting what he said.

"Look who's the one Falling..." You smile more turning your head to the side. When peter finally looked back up his smile was the brightest thing I'm the building.

"Shut up.." He rolls his eyes letting go of you, You smile at him trying to hide his smile, you lean up a bit and kiss his forehead, pushing him back softly and walking off.

"See you at dinner lame-o" you laugh Hysterically as you turned the corner.

Peter puts his hands In his pocket as he leans against the wall again. Looking up at the ceiling and smiling.

He heard the familiar Footsteps as it snapped him out of the thoughts he was having.

"Peter... I see you're getting closer to her" as peter turned his head to look at Brenner he instantly rolled his eyes

"Okay i can see the sass...what's wrong" brenner stands next to him. Peter stood up straight looking Brenner head on.

"You already know papa..." He begins to walk away, brenner holding his shoulder so he stops.

"I know... And I know I said you should stay away but..." Brenner trails off. Not knowing what else to say or how to.

"But what. You said to stay away so I have to...and so I am" peter takes his hand off already taking his hands off.

" peter no no... I was wrong. I see that you both are doing really good, it was wrong of me to put your pasta against you, especially knowing how Y/n feels myself" brenner seemed sad. He knew he somewhat cared for the children he raised. Both You and Peter were his firsts, and The way he got Y,N to trust him was unbelievable. As he grew and only cared for more he knew it was unfair to them.

"Its unfair to stop whatever is going on when I took at least her opportunity to have it... So do whatever, be stupid and have fun whenever you both are off, I see how happy you are taking care of the kids and its...its made me think about how different it would be if you were just an employee." Brenner keeps looking at peter, as he didnt turn around. He sees the young man look up amd sigh as he looks back down shaking his head slowly. As he walks off. Brenner turns around himself, walking back to his old office.

As you sat alone at the cafeteria table you stare at the other employees who were just about to get off. You saw how some of them were friends, some might have been dating and how some where simply too tired to do anything. You started eating your food and watch as the door opened. Peter walks in and smiles at you, you wave back as he went to get his own food. But before the door shut completely you saw Eight. Who was supposed to be asleep.

She pointing at you and then pointed at a closet next to the cafe. As you raised your eyebrows you slowly got up, turning back to see peter have a small conversation with the old lady at the counter.

Walking out of the Cafe you see eight closing the door of the closet, a small note was hanging from shelf. No eight was found.

It read ' I love and will miss you and peter. I hope we can play again' a small smile creeps up on your face. You fold the paper and hide it in your pocket walking back to the cafe. You see peter sitting down, confused about why you left.

"Sorry i was uh... I don't know its weird" you laugh a little as you sit back down eating your own food.

"What is it. Trust me I'll understand" peter smiled and stole a grape off your plate. You roll your eyes and smile, taking the note out of your Pocket and sliding it under the table to him

"Isn't she cute.." You smile stealing one of peters broccoli.

Peter reads the note and looks up confused.

"Who made this" he flips the note around trying to look for clues

"Eight...you know what she can do" you eat more of your food as Peter slides the note under the table as he eats as well.

"Yeah thats true. I'm glad she has fun with you." He smiles and steals another grape.

"Oh you little shit..." You laugh a little ready to steal more of his, your dinners were normal Food and some type of desert or sweet. You usually went for his veggies though as the cool always seasoned them well. Before you reached over peter breaks his cookie in half, shoving half of it in your mouth.

"Shut up and eat" he smiles and watches you eat the cookie. Enjoying every bite.

As you giggle and joke around dinner finally ends, Peter always walking you to your room teasing a bit and then heading back to his room.

The morning lights came on, you get dressed and right when you exit the Room you're greeted by Peter himself

"Good morning sunshine" he winks at you and turns to walk, you follow getting ready for your morning duties. The both of you go to the cafe, seeing the children eating and smiling. But as your eyes roam the area you can't find eight, you tell peter you will be back, as you walked down to eights room you knock lightly. Stepping inside you don't see anything. Not Eight some of her drawings gone. You feel your body go cold

"E-eight..." You stumble inside. Searching the place as you begin to cry. Saying her number over and over, you know you want to scream, tear this place down, but you can't, even if you tried it would hurt too much to be worth it.

As you walk back to the cafe you think of what could have happen. But all you want is peter. You stumble inside. Peter stands up and looks at you, seeing how sad you look.

"Y/n?" You walks towards you, beginning to wrap his arms around you, as soon as his arms reached out you fell into him, feeling the dead feeling you felt when you lost your mother. Feeling the pain of not being able to know if she was alive or dead.

The guards came around as peter talked, all you could hear was a fuzzy white noise. A few minutes later a lockdown was made. The whole facility was searched for the little girl but nothing happened.

You stayed in your room for two months. Peter and Brenner would bring you food. Some how brenner understood, he let you sit around as long as peter could work. No matter how many times peter comforted you and helped you couldn't get over what happened. It was another horrible loss.

"Y/n?"

It was a long two months but you finally decided to get up shower and go to work again. Peter sat in a chair instantly standing up once he saw you

"Hi how are you?" He runs walks towards you, hugging you instantly once he saw you

"I'm really good, feeling like today's a good day" you hug the man back and then you both head to the rainbow room to do your works.

It was September 9th 1974

Everything started off normal, the kids where playing some going to study and be tested. And all of a sudden the Feeling of absolute dread washes over you. You were watching over a few tests, but as you transitioned to another room the sound of gunshots throughout the building startled you, As your ran with the children to safely you got up, telling them to stay put, as you slowly walked out you still hear the echoing of the gun, you slowly walk around, seeing peter shield his own group of kids, you smile at him slightly as the look of fear is showed. He tried to smile back as you slowly make your way towards the gunshots.

Peter sees this only to freak out more, but he also knows he can't leave the kids while they are out in the open.

You see three kids run to the downstairs door. The door shuts and you can't leave as the doors where locked now. You wall back to peter, as you all slowly and carefully walk to the children you left before.

"What ia going on?" Peter whispered to you, making sure you were pulled aside enough so the kids wouldn't hear.

"I don't know...I can't even get to ground level" you look over at the kids, only having about 7 of them.

As the hours pass a guard finally comes in, helping all of you to get back in a safe place, once the kids were out to sleep all staff was pulled aside to know about what happened.

Brenner speaks in front of you all. Explaining a crazy woman came in To try to get her daughter back, letting out three kids. one sadly being shot. the staff was confused and sad at the loss of one of them and the ones that ran.

It didnt feel right to you. Nothing was normal. You slowly turned to peter, a worried look on your face, peter returned the same facial expression, as you both slowly turned back to Dr. Brenner.

"This place is going to go downhill very fast" peter whispers to you. Making sure no one heard.

"We need to leave..." You slowly turn your head to him, his eyes meeting yours as you swallow, and try to hold In the tears.

#spotify #fanfic #henry creel #peter ballard #stranger things #vecna stranger things #x fem!reader #vecna x reader #vecna's curse #001 x reader #peter ballard x y/n #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x you #henry creel x reader #stranger things x reader #st4

[glutenfree-rootbeer]

End Of Year Wrap P.3 (and 4)

11. Something you want to do again next year?

I went to a few concerts this year and it was so much fun, more of those. I use to try to make it to one a year, this year i realized i lived in a city and close enough to LA i have no excuse. Just trying get out and do something i love. (Also my husband took me to see his favorite metal band this year, so that was pretty cool.)

12. Talk about a new friend you made this year

N/A ouch (this is why this one has taken me 2 extra days to complete ha)

13. How was your birthday this year?

So good, went to disneyland :)

14. Favorite book you read this year?

I suck :( i only read one book this year and im not even finished yet. I just never find time to read (i dont make time to read 🫠) its a book called Everyone In My Family Killed Someone (or something like that) comedy mystery book

15. What's a bad habit you picked up this year?

Well i quit smoking nicotine this year so that deserves a shout out. I also took a long tolerance break from weed (and anything else) and because of all that, ive started eating a lot. In place of smoking cigarettes, i just eat all the damn time now. Im always hungry. Its fucking annoying. Its the worst.

END OF YEAR WRAP P.4

16. Post a picture from the beginning of the year

(I didnt take many because i felt bad all the damn time but heres the best i got)

17. Post a picture from the end of the year

Just took this today actually;

18. A memorable meal this year?

I immediately think of when i went to san diego after we got married and went to our fav restaurant ‘lions share’ and had an amazing dinner and then the waitress recommended us a local ice cream joint and it was the best fucking ice cream i have ever had. (Also i went to Alisal Ranch this year and the food there was definitely top tier best foods ever, a lot of farm to table, so delicious over the top best food ive had)

19. What're you excited about for next year?

More musicccc 🎶 🎵 and not letting anxiety control me. Plus a fucking really cool, super grateful to be able to say; my honeymoon 🥰

20. What's something you learned this year?

Anxiety is super physical and can make life a bad time. Also, reaching out to people is really important. Family > everything

#end of year wrap #pt 3&4 #personal #this ones lame skip it lol

[hardwaresysx0]

i fucking love the looks everyone is giving blitz in this scene. moxxie looks beyond disgusted

and stolas. where do i even begin with stolas

its a mixture of "you watched them WHAT" and "WHAT IS HAPPENING" and "WHO IS THAT"

BUT

BUT

BUT

when fizz starts dissing him for something relating to relationships GUESS WHO LOOKS CONCERNED

MOXXIE

i feel like moxxie knows about the complications between blitz and stolas (as well as millie) and this is kind of an "oh no" look and not purely just being concerned

and asmodeus just looks SO HAPPY its like. "My partner is finally getting to diss someone who fucked him over"

something about this frame is hilarious to me. anyways

blitz looks so guilty here im seething

and ive posted about this before BUT HE FUCKING BLUSHES IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS DESPITE IT ALL

like holy shit ! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN BLITZ. BLITZ WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

i think i know what was happening in the scene after all of this went down. he realized that holy shit, stolas DID do that, and he's in DENIAL.

he's trying to reinforce/justify to himself that stolas does NOT love him and only wants to use him (which he also does in later episodes)

THE LOOK HE GIVES STOLAS AS HE WALKS OUT KILLS ME. IT STABS ME

and. and

YEEEOWCH

this fuckin g moment is just him JUSTIFYING THAT IN HIS MIND

and how he FLINCHES when stolas MENTIONS THE IDEA of actually doing something affectionate

I AM INSANE and stolas, being the bird he is does not DENY THIS because he doesn't want to hurt blitz because he already seems HURT BUT YOU GUYS NEED TO COMMUNICATE PLEASE I BEG

AND JUST HOW UPSET HE LOOKS

oh god THIS scene. alright this scene lets unpack this

alright a big ouchie in this moment is that we get a closer look at what blitz keeps in his house photo wise

you notice anything? about the images with him in them? question mark?

something i find interesting is that he went to knock on loona's door

before reading the note

and he just looks so fucking upset tbh help.

i really wonder what he was going to talk about

ANYWAYS.

the scene with the phone is a jab in the heart but i will only be lightly touching upon it because i would ramble more than i already have

essentially he keeps photos of only the times he's been like. happy? idk how to explain

a photo with stolas, a photo with moxxie and millie, one with just moxxie, one with loona's adoption (this one feels obvious to me), one with verosika (do not ask me about how i feel about verosika and blitz you will get a paragraph at least), one with blitz and fizz at the fucking mammon concert (OUCH) and one with just blitz and fizz as children. but then fucking

THIS PHOTO

i can see why this photo made him completely break; reminded him of his sister, how she now despises him, and how he (albeit indirectly) killed his own mother (who I suspect was the only proper parental figure he had. i mean, just look at cash buckzo). and with everything that happened that night he just

what a fucking phenomenal end to an episode.

sorry im insane. anyways

#helluva BLAST

[bruce-wayne-simp]

Ok yall im about to watch Remainder (2015)

I love how when i started my Sandman obsession i was like 'ok but we arent gonna get obsessed with Tom Sturridge' and now here we are. Ive watched Pirate Radio like 3 times and now im watching this

Disclaimer: idk what exactly this movie is about. Ive read a synopsis before but that was a while ago and i forgot what it was so 🤷‍♀️

The rest is under a read more, so, incoherent rambling ahead (hopefully). If not ill just be yelling abt how pretty he is i guess

Spoilers ahead

Oh god its starting aaahhhh

Hes panting....

So he's walking around frantically (but not like. Panicked) with a suitcase

Ok he left his luggage and now something fell-

HOLY SHIT he just got bashed in the head by something falling

How is he not fucking dead that was BRUTAL

Oh ok so hes basically dead??

Oh no hes awake actually

3 minutes in and this is a rollercoaster already jesus

Ok so he's in the MRI end he's remembering something

Ok creepy old lady

HE'S SPEAKING AAAAHHHH

Oooh he's scraggly here. Long hair and a beard

Ouch i feel bad for him :( he got tea and then fell while carrying it back to the bed

Did he rip the phone cord out of the wall on purpose

Ok tbh this is getting kinda tedious

Ooooh wait now its getting interesting

Ok so hes in the phone booth bcs he accidentally(?) pulled his phone cord out of the wall and this guy is impatient and wants to use the phone but gives up and goes away.

Then these two guys pull up in a car and are trying to get him out of the phone booth. The guy from before pulls out his phone and starts recording and one of the two guys reveals he has a gun. The guy recording manages to spook the two guys off.

Tom (T. Sturridge's character) gets out of the booth with the help of the recording guy, looks at him intensely and calls him Christopher. Chris gets kinda freaked out bcs that's his name and Tom somehow knows it.

INTRIGUING. Which is great bcs i was about to skip forward

Oh shit now there's some lady in his house

He knows her??? Ok

Also he did rip the phone out of the wall on purpose

Oh thank god hes getting a haircut

Oh also btw hes getting a settlement for the accident which is 8.5 million pounds but after taxes and stuff itll be like in the hundred thousands. The catch is that he can't talk about it. Which to him is all well and good bcs he doesn't remember anything about it.

Its kinda implied by this point that there's more to this than just an accident

Aww he's talking to the lady (idk her name and at this point we don't know his either) and he says he remembers her. He specifically remembers seeing her right before the accident (which we saw earlier), he remembers her smell and remembers kissing her or someone who looks like her

They're in the lawyers office and GOD is he pretty here

I noticed the way he moves his hands kinda oddly in The Sandman and i wondered if that was a character choice but i think he just Does That?? Idk we'll see

Im so confused. What??

I'm even more confused

How dare he look pretty with blood on his face looking pathetic in the subway

Oh shit thats a little complicated

So he went to this guys house where hes having a halloween party. The dudes name is Greg(??) and knows our guy. We find out the lady's name is Catherine and she is Gregs wife. Our guy is kinda agitated and trying to leave (for some reason) and Greg keeps pulling him back. Greg drops that she is/was his wife and that shes a liar and our guy pushes past him, goes into the bathroom amd vomits in the sink.

"Blizz. I think youre bad at explaining. None of this makes sense!" Exactly. Im even more confused

I have faith this will all make sense soon. We are only 30 mins in.

Is this just a 'this movie' thing or a British thing?? Is everyone this impatient all the time?? First hes in the phone booth for literally 5 seconds before someone tells him to hurry up. Now hes in the bathroom for maybe like 1 minute before people are like 'hey hurry it tf up' like CHILL yall

Ok nows a good time to mention this. He keeps having visions/flashbacks of this little boy in a red and blue coat and a creepy old lady

Oh shit that was intersting. Ok so he had a vision of walking around his flat and he winds up in the stairwell and he sees the old lady. She says something and he cant make it out so he asks 'What?' and she looks kind of up and next to him and the little boy is right there. The boy holds a hand out, our guy closes his eyes and he opens them to find himself still in the bathroom.

Wild. Ok. Im a bit more intrigued than confused now

Ok he was in the bathroom for an hour apparently. Theyre justified in yelling at him. But he also suffered severe brain damage so 🤷‍♀️

✨️arts and crafts time✨️

Catherines back!

He's kinda wary of her after his convo with Greg but she shows pics of herself in Oxford (where she said she was going) then they start bantering a bit and he says theyve had this conversation before and asks if she remembers and she says no :(

They're kissing aahhh

Oh shit Greg called her

He threw her phone at the wall and told her to get the fuck out

Hes not having a good time. Tbh he never was

Ok so he made a cardboard house during his arts and crafts time. For what? I have no idea.

Ok he lifted up the top and now he just destroyed it. Forget about the house we hate the house

Ok actually don't forget about the house he's calling realtors to ask about the house he recreated

Use a laptop you loser ❤️

OOOOH OKAY

So remember the vision he had in the bathroom?? THATS THE HOUSE HES LOOKING FOR. THE HOUSE HE WAS IN IN THE VISION. IT WASNT HIS FLAT.

Ok i think i get it? Hes having these visions and he remembers things and hes trying to recreate the memories and figure out what the visions are

Ok also i like the realtor guy. Hes working with him to figure out what the place hes been seeing is. Down to the old lady and the little boy.

Also we find out more details. The old lady cooks liver all the time to the point where our guy can smell it upstairs and puts her trash out whenever our guy leaves his apartment. Theres a guy who composes music and our guy can hear it upstairs.

Like hes professional and obviously a biy weirded out but hes not just like. Dismissing him out of hand

Also id youve seen The Kissing Gifs, this guy is the guy he kisses later on

The realtor guys colleagues find the house within like. Minutes and our guy is THRILLED

"I want you full-time, all the time." "Im not cheap." KISS ALREADY, DAMN

Oh shit it's those two guys from the phone booth

Oh ok so he wants to literally recreate the visions. He bought the complex he was seeing and he described the lady and the other dude so the realtor guy can move them in i guess?? And hes having construction workers make it EXACTLY as he saw it.

This man has Issues. Thats it thats the movie(?)

Oh my god he's having it recreated down to the fucking CATS on the roof. Jesus christ.

This part is hilarious

Ok so they tied the cats down to the roof bcs they were falling off the roof (horrifying). Our guy sees this and is like 'wtf no' so they have this amazing convo

Naz: These are the last cats we have

Tom: ...so?

Naz: So if they fall we'll be cat-less

Tom: Then we'll get more cats- why are we even having this conversation?

Like it's awful but funny as shit

Realtor guys name is Naz (we just found out)

(The cat handler quit btw)

Jfc he's like. Inspecting the people who are moving in with Intense Eye Contact

Oh my god hes like. Ordering this guy to do nothing but compose music that has ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN day in and day out and start over again and again

Holy fuck this is so Wild. There are people in line who literally have their faces covered (bcs i guess he doesn't know what they look like????)

He just told this lady that there's a broom closet but he doesn't want her to ever use it. But she needs to think about it. WHAT THE FUCK

"You will notice there are some rooms that have been left blank. Like the masks some of you are wearing. You're not less important, you're just less specific."

Hey. Hey Tom. Do you take constructive criticism? How about you use that small fortune and go to ✨️therapy✨️

Greg's a bit of a douche

Wow this is creepy as shit

He's going into the house and everyones in place recreating the vision but its just so... produced.

Hes micromanaging the SHIT out of this

HE WANTED TO MAKE THE LITTLE BOY APPEAR AGAIN. HE TOLD NAZ THAT THE BOY APPEARS WHEN EVERYTHING'S RIGHT. I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THE LITTLE BOY

Also the old lady fell when she was doing her thing and it knocked him out of seeing the boy

Christopher (the guy from the phone booth) seems chill.

Also Toms proposition is weird but not like. Actively malicious. He told Chris that he wanted him to stay at the phone booth. The longer he stays the more he gets paid. Also that the phone will ring and he gets paid if he answers it

We have 50 minutes left in this fucking movie

Oooohhhh hes sleeping with some random lady to try and recreate a memory i think

OH he's trying to recreate the memory with Catherine but without Catherine

Nooo those guys got Christopher :(

Naz is a real one

Oh god hes recreating Christophers death. HES PLAYING THE ROLE OF CHRISTOPHER HIMSELF

He had the guys use an ACTUAL TASER on him

Naz was like 'youre not using an actual taser' and Tom was like 'then go home' and i guess Naz decided to stay lmaooo

He threw up afterwards bcs being tased is Not Fun and was like 'again' and Naz (who is very sweet) was like 'i don't understand why it's necessary to hurt yourself'

Once again, NAZ IS A REAL ONE

Theyre still doing it again tho

Nvm he walked out of the phone booth and immediately collapsed lmao

Oof the lady he has playing Catherine is Over It

'I won't hurt you' he says as he has his hand around her neck

Men will do literally anything other than go to therapy

He scared the living shit out of her and now she's just reciting her lines on autopilot to appease him

To his credit, he feels bad about it (bare minimum)

Nvm about that actually

Sir you just traumatized some random lady bcs YOU can't deal

Oh fuck

Ok so the two guys got him

Apparently he stole the suitcase he had in the beginning of the movie before the accident and they wanna know where it is

Which is a problem bcs Tom can't really remember anything

Oh shit they're torturing him abt it

Oh wow that house is super fucked up

Literally everyones waiting in place and Tom and Naz are just. Upstairs.

They've been frozen for OVER AN HOUR

Tom's just. Watching tv like he doesn't have a dozen people frozen in place downstairs.

Wealth really does fuck you up huh

Ok bcs of Reasons theyre reenacting a bank robbery. Don't ask me why. I know why but i just don't feel like explaining it

Is Naz a realtor? I don't think he is actually. I just assumed. Sorry Naz.

At least he has a lot of stuff to put on his resume now? He could make a killing in theatre. That's basically what he's doing now is stage managment

Omg in this scene he looked like Dream for a second there

See, he wants it to feel real, but he's producing it every step of the way

THEY KISSED

Holy shit

Ok so. Basically he wants to do an actual bank robbery.

The hyperrealistic set isn't enough. If im hearing him correctly he wants to do an actual, honest to god bank robbery with real guns and everything at the actual bank where it happened

Without the actors' knowledge

Guess who works at the bank? Catherine.

This is so fucked up

What the fuck

Holy shit Tom shot him

What a psychopath

Oh my GOD

He just shot all the actors

THE KID IS REAL

Oh my god oh my god oh my god

WHAT THE FUCK

IM SHAKING WHAT THE FUCK

BRO YOU JUST KILLED 4 PEOPLE

NO FUCKING WAY

ITS STARTING OVER AGAIN

Its over oh my god

Final thoughts: Just... im speechless. What the fuck. I dont even know what to think. What a trip. It starts off super slow but damn. I might rewatch just to figure out what the Fuck but thats not high on the priority list. I might watch Like Minds next??

#tom sturridge #remainder (2015) #holy shit #idk what to tag this as

[pumpkinwastaken]

Beau's 2022 awards!

*big cheering and screeching from the bees in the audience* Welcome welcome every! pls. pls stop ouch my ears AAAAAAAAA Okay okay welcome to my yearly award show that i started this year on tumblr! I'm keeping it short n sweet like my honey.

(that was a lie. this is a long post) Best movie of 2022! and the nominees are! -Sonic 2 -Bullet train -thor: love and thunder -knifes out: glass onion And the winner of best movie (in my opinion) of 2022 is...... Bullet train! woooooo! okay so it was really really close with the second sonic movie because as you probably know i adore sonic! but damn, bullet train really outdid itself for me. it was funny, thrilling and very well made! And for the fact ive watched it more than both sonic movies makes it my fav movie of the year! Okay so next up. game of the year! -Sonic frontiers -elden ring -Total war: warhammer 3 -Super lesbian animal RPG This was a spicy one. mostly between total war and sonic frontiers. But in the end i do have to choose sonic! I was hyped for both these games but sonic delivered while warhammer had me wait for months and im still waiting on my blood dlc (and if it has been released. oops guess i missed it) As most people prolly already said is that sonic frontiers does has its flaws but im just here looking at what I find the most enjoyable. and when it comes to gameplay and the sick ass soundtrack sonic frontiers took the lead! I do want to say as a honerable mention that SLARPG couldve beaten sonic but ive not had the time yet to finish it. but from what ive played so far its been really fun and i defo recommend it! And now on to the final category! Music! Ive listened to a looooot of music this year. and while the other sections had the rule of only having media released in 2022 for music i just do who i found the most fun to listen to this year! and my nominees are. -Red Vox -McBaise -Paradis -Pond Last year McBaise won really really hard. the song waterslide really helped me through the starting phases of taking anti depressants. This year however i think most of the time that ive listened to actual albums its mostly been from Red Vox! And thats why i say they are my pick for 2022! Recommend listening to the visions album which was released this year! its really good! And i think thats it for now! I do want to give one more award tho. If youve read till this point. first off. Thank you! <3 secondly. tell me ur fav of the years in games, movies and music! If you do i give you the bee award of 2022 which is basicly me being way too interested in what you have to say!

#beaus silly award thingy #year in review? #2022

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment zone for aew dynamite 6/29/22

i was too busy being in a bad mood to remember blood and guts was today so im 5 minutes late but let me tell you: my crops have been watered and my skin is flourishing within 2 minutes of starting it. there are good things in life...

THEY!!!!!!! GOT JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING I WANTED i was SO sad at the ppv you WOULD NOT BELIEVE who on earth is-- thats not brandon culter oh my god LMAO your OUTFITS OH!!!!!!!!! CHUCK IS HERE TOO!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING I WANT!!!!!! dan lambert ousting my boys from ringside??? i hate you, dan lambert. i hate you so much you are my mortal enemy second only to tony "there will not be a trent vs yuta match" khan though i do prefer lambert doing this kind of heel activity instead of bigot style heel activity jane... lambert holding orange juice... dont tease the indie orange cassidy days at me you monsters. my heart cant take it ethan page is looking extremely. bronzed right now. someone left him in the oven a bit too long orange looks so small being carried in his arms. im just making normal observations here was that a hurricarama or a total faceplant. ouch "finish this guy! he looks like hes 12 years old!!" yeah ive heard that one before OHHH ORANGE JUICE REAL the setup was kinda forced but i'll take it oh the best friends came back!! :)c yaaaaaay

nature is healing

oh im almost caught up to live now since i got to skip the commercials

christian cage time. whats he gonna say OMG WHAT THE. evil luchasaurus??? OH NO!!! HES GOING TO KILL SERPENTICO!!!!!!! LMFAO luchasaurus is so evil now!!!!!!!!! NOOO SERPENTICO!!!!!!

gunn club and max caster vs danhausen and ??? i wonder who danhausen got. i hope its the best friends LMAO NEVERMIND FTR IS GOOD TOO HAHAHHAHA remind me to put a screencap of bowen's anguished face in here later oops i got distracted during this match. im going to restream this show later so i'll backfill it

omg bowens... the gunn bros and the acclaimed are fighting DISOWNED BY FATHER... OHHHHH

jade cargill! to be honest im kinda soured on this whole deal w/ the baddies cuz like. i think itd be cool if sonny kiss was with them. :( sorry. ive been reading tweets (i shouldnt be)

oh man this main event is gonna be hella long huh excalibur, with a straight face: the only reasonable thing to do, of course. is to lock everyone in a steel cage oh my god the JAS and their red mesh shirts? ugh!! lmao are they-- are they really commercial breaking us right in the middle of this eddie and pnp!! :)c yuta and claudio! moxley is such a cool guy. he will always get his solo entrance from the back taz: right there is chris jericho who prides himself in his men ok whoa did eddie fistbump claudio. professional of him. i guess he had time to calm down since the ppv sammy and his funny little rope hops oh maybe eddie was cool with claudio because he offered to go up first and deal with the 2v1. LMAO lol claudio cracking his knuckles. got his work cut out for him sammy and garcia huggin it out. ok i think if you can draw claudio, miro, and trent standing next to each other and have them all look like themselves instead of each other then you will have proven your strength and ability as an artist. they are all bald and have the same kind of beard. yuta time!!! is yuta's special signature move chain-suplexes. its a good signature moxley time! :)c omg claudio just rising into frame like a zombie first blood! garcia gettin forkstabbed look at all this blackpool combat club coordination. theyre doing so well... >_> i hope uh... this doesn't change... when eddie and his gang enter lmao parker trying to run. hes scurrying are jericho and eddie gonna be the last two to enter...? every time i see ortiz i forget that he got balded. moxley breaking out the tacks-- OH ITS GLASS blood and guts! blood and guts! matt menard enters! i guess jericho eddie really ARE gonna be the last two to enter... NOT THE SKEWERS!!!!!!!!! AHHH MOXLEY TURNING THIS INTO A DEATHMATCH yuta and garcia having a slapfight while moxley is being choked by a barbed wire bat lmfao i love the cuts to eddie. theyre great EDDIE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LMAO JUST SWIPING PEOPLE AWAY WITH HIS KENDO STICK UYEAHHAAHHA SET HIM ON FIRE dude with the amount of cuts and blood wounds right now, rubbing alcohol would SUCK to get poured on you. even without the fire jake hager getting tabled that. is so many tacks oh my god i was distracted by the ring being deconstructed-- how did that dude get outside did yuta get slammed onto tacks oh no!!! jericho used rubbing alcohol attack on moxley!! oh no!!! tacks!!!!!!!! okay i knew moxley reached up to bite jericho there on the ropes but that just looked like a russian taunt EDDIE... LMFAO JERICHO WANDERING INTO THE OTHER RING HE IS STANDING ON THE GIANT CARTOON RED X ON THE GROUND omg tay conti killed the ref to steal the key ruby soho on the scene!! (lmao taz called her riott--) jericho climbing. why dude i would never be able to climb up on a steel cage. its so high. thats so scary!

EDDIE man what is going to happen here. chekov's peeled ring lays beneath omg what a toss. of course sammy would do it eddie crawling towards jericho... is.... ummmmmmmmmmmmmm lol. slap exchange... walls of jericho.... CLAUDIO... HMMM... !!! WOW OH FUCK OFFF NOOOOOO WHAHTHUGAGHUGHUHHG THE SWING ON TOP OF THE CAGE??? noooOOOOOOooOOO MATT MENARD DOING MOVES ON TOP OF THE CAGE? NO oh my goodness... eddie and claudio submitting dudes on top of the cage side by side? thats cute Ohhh... menard tapped out... eddie didnt get his victory eddie is so disappointed lol moxley is prolly gonna be like "whats the big deal. u won" NO MOXLEY ITS NOT ENOUGH

oh i love this. eddie gets his win but it is wholly (personally) unsatisfying. he raised claudio's hand... i definitely got my eagle eyes on this. im looking directly at the both of them. if they so much as sideeye each other i will be on it

#talkzon

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

Synopsis

your group is making a new album and you're working with some producers from different labels like hybe and starship. You start crushing on the one and only an yujin when she walks in all wrapped up like an Eskimo. As luck would have it she sends you a message after an incident involving one of your friends and an Ive member, romance blossoms but relationships aren't easy.

Warning

- language

- suggestive? (no smut though)

Info

- started: October 5th 2023

- finished: January 11th 2024

- the 🖊️ means it's a (half)written chapter

The story is finished but I may upload some bonus chapters at random

Profiles

Ive

Genesis

Chapters

1. Mysterious Puppy eyes

2. Bodyslam

3. Puppy girl

4. Left on read

5. Be thankful 🖊️

6. Three musketeers

7. *Four musketeers

8. Date 🖊️

9. Hickey

10. Heart on ice

11. Secrets out

12. Honor blackpink

13. Not so straight

14. Robo y/n

15. Target locked

16. That's my baby

17. Hate this company

18. Temporary 🖊️

19. Mix it up

20. Movie night 🖊️

21. On that grind

22. Alexa play...

23. Best auntie ever

24. Rumour

25. Ouch

26. Locksmith

27. I fucked up

28. Downfall

29. M. I. A

30. Men ruin everything 🖊️

31. Mini reunion

32. The truth 🖊️

33. What about maimed

34. Yujin and y/n being girlfriends

35. Like old times

36. One day

37. The next step 🖊️

38. Exposed

39. We're good

40. Nevermind

41. I'm sorry 🖊️

42. Reveal

Bonus

These are not chronological, just random thoughts whenever inspiration strikes with new yujin content.

Bonus 01: thank you

Bonus 02: mischievous 🖊️

Bonus 03: dream

Bonus 04: girlfriend privileges

Bonus 05: spiral

Bonus 06: lockscreen

Extra

For those who are curious about the Genesis album. I made a playlist on Spotify with the songs I think would be on Runaways but it's open to interpretation 🙂😊

#ahn yujin x reader #an yujin x reader #ahn yujin smau #yujin imagines #ahn yujin x fem reader

[louisediesattheend]

Fish Hook Blues.

All of your lovers think they were the first to open that door, to spill that blood, to whet that appetite. But only one of them is correct.

Unless you're the kind of person who either doesn't watch, read or notice any news, as well as the kind of person who hasn't guessed where I spend most of my days nowadays, you'll know that where I am right now; it's fucking scorching.

The ground feels like dry bones. Mummified. Hot to touch. It's like when you were a kid, and some grown-up gets a freshly baked crumble out of the oven and says to you, sharply, don't touch! But when their back is turned, you take your hand; fingers outstretched and place it flat on the top anyway. Ouch. That kind of scorching. If you're like me and like walking around places barefoot, forget about it.

This one day, I was even more uncomfortable, because I was back in uniform. All over this country, people are dying from the heat. The hospital where I've been based here for my research is crying out for help. I got grant money, obviously, but I won't say no to extra cash. You'd be an idiot to say no. So I joined the community outreach team, one or two days a week. They see people who are really sick, at home. They're paying me what would be about £55 an hour back home, and I'm not mad about it. It's easy too. To me, anyway. That's why they offered me this role. They've seen me draw blood for my research. I got decent at it back home, but here where it's so hot, the people's veins are screaming at you. The blood is practically fighting to get out into the air. I was driving my car, which I stopped washing over a month ago; it's too hot, and it gets dusty right away. Everyone's cars are dusty right now. No one cares anymore. I was just driving this dusty car around to different people's houses, going in and taking their vitals, giving them whatever they were prescribed to go through their lines, and then drawing their blood. I noticed that here, everyone's veins look green. Like my mother's. My veins look blue, because I'm pale as death, but here everyone has this toffee-nut olive skin that makes their veins look green because there's so much yellow in their skin.

I was in this old guy's house, who was quite sweet. Very sick though. His wife still wore a pinafore. I thought it was charming. Anyway, it came time for him to have his blood drawn, and the poor guy was so used to it that he just kind of slung his arm out after I detached his IV and flushed his line. I smiled at him and got the tourniquet out and ready, and started poking around for a fat one. I fucking love blood. It's just so cool. Whenever I see someone in a movie or whatever, covered in blood, I never think of it as dirty. Unless the person is like, dying of sepsis, then blood is sterile. If anything, you're making the nice clean blood all dirty.

Sure enough, I hardly had to poke around three seconds before I found a fat juicy vein in the crook of his arm. I took the tourniquet off, prepared the equipment, put on my gloves, and cleaned the area with one of those little isopropyl alcohol wipes that come in the sachets, which remind me of those little wet napkins they used to give you at Kentucky fried chicken. It's so fucked up how much medical equipment seems related to eating sometimes. I put the tourniquet back on and stuck my needle straight in. I rarely warn them. Not because I'm an asshole, but because that makes it worse. If someone says to you "Here comes the sharp needle!" what do you do? You tense up, it's just common sense. It's no courtesy to make someone tense up right before you shove a needle in their arm. You can take that from me.

Instantly, flashback arrives in the little window at the base of the needle. Now my favourite part. Using my other hand, I release the tourniquet and grab the first bottle. They have to go in colour order. Or you fuck up the test. I slot the bottle in, and the first little jet of blood goes flying into the bottle. I'll never get tired of it, I really won't. It's so satisfying. I fill three more bottles up, label them and put them into the specimen bag. The guy thanks me, and his wife offers me a Madeleine. I'm really, really not that great at this language. I picked up German like that, but I can really only make small talk in this one. So I probably said it crappily, but I said "Thank you but I don't eat bread". It's not even bread, it's a fucking cake, but I hope she got the idea. She looked confused. Europeans can never understand why someone wouldn't eat meat or bread. Unless they're Nordic I guess. I smiled at her and then gave the old guy a wave. He waved feebly back at me. It's sad that he'll probably die soon, and it's too hot for him to go outside and look at his country before he does.

Anyway, right as I left, that's when you called. I literally opened my car door, slung the specimen bag of blood in the basket I keep in the passenger footwell so I can just take the basket into the hospital and dump them in the specimen tray in the path lab, and stepped into my car, and the phone rang. It was doing that horrible blublublublub ringing sound like someone putting their finger on their lips and going blublublublub. It was the ringing sound it makes when it's not a phonecall phonecall, but coming from an app. A messenger app or something. Gross. But then I saw the picture and I knew that overly sharp chin, and the blonde hair. Fuck, we had messaged some over the years, especially when I came out of the hospital in 2016, but not that much. I almost didn't want to answer. But I did, of course. It's you.

I hardly had to speak, which was helpful. Honestly, I get fed up of talking to people. Especially over the phone. If someone wants to speak with me over a fucking messaging app, or over the phone these days they can pretty much blow it out of their ass. I would have gone back to not having a phone again, anyways, if it wasn't for work and my research. Who needs one. Endless grief. You got straight to the point, probably because just like anyone's oldest friends do, you know me and what I hate pretty well. You told me where you were going to be in six days. You told me, hottest weather since records began be damned, your lot were coming where I was living. I asked you, oh, so you still work for the carnival then? I was trying to sound nonchalant like it didn't bother me. You reminded me that it's only for half the year. The other half you're still maintaining people's boats for them. You didn't see, because we were talking on the phone but that made me roll my eyes back into my goddamn skull. You told me then that you were just letting me know where you were going to be. It's actually not my town, exactly, but the one next to it. We talked only a little bit more and then we hung up.

I acted pretty normal, I think, when I went home. C was in the kitchen making a salad. We pretty much just eat salad at the moment because it's too fucking hot. I stopped drinking since a couple of months ago. I just have ice-cold coke zero, in a glass with a slice of lemon. Or cherry cola. There's watermelon in the fridge. I was never big on it, but sometimes with the heat putting you off your food and all, ice-cold watermelon just helps you to feel like there's something inside you. Ballast. We started talking about random shit like we always do, and then we ate some really simple fish and the salad and laid out by the pool. The sun was finally going down, and I got in the water for a while. I can't stand being too hot for too long. I used to love the nights here because they would feel so cold compared to the daytime, but lately, they just feel stuffy and hot too. We went out at the start of summer and bought a load of fans for the villa. It was a little too hot to fuck, honestly, but we still did.

I dreamed about France almost every night that week. You, and me, cycling around because we were bored. You, an English kid plopped in a French village, and me; a French kid that had been plopped in an English village. But for two summers, a Halloween and one Easter we were in the same place. The bits in between I had to go back, but the holidays were all ours. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if I was even me yet back then. I suppose I must have been. I liked a lot of the same things I like now. You were kind of sad. I could tell back then, but I didn't say anything about it because we were thirteen, and it would have humiliated you. Supposedly. That had been my understanding of boys up until that point. Your Mum just took you to France, and now she was married to that French guy and had his kid. The kid was cute but it must have made you feel left out. I dreamed about those English kids, my foster family's nieces and nephews. Those total little scumbags. I dreamed about them, driving us crazy, and how we always cooked up some revenge plot. It made me feel better, at the time.

I actually saw posters for your shitty carnival popping up on the roads around the coast. The stupid clown face. There is no fucking clown, as I recall. It's not a circus, it's a fair. Rides, candyfloss. Hook the duck. On day six I swung by and I saw all the weirdly folded-up rides, and the little caravans on the beige, desiccated grass. I wondered which one was yours. In a couple of days, it would be all set up, and people would flock here. Even though it's too hot. They'd still come in the evening for a ride and a shitty hotdog or something. The kids would, anyway. I wasn't ready to walk up onto the fairground yet. I went and found a tree, and after considering it for a moment, slightly childishly climbed up into it, and laid on my front on one of the larger branches to watch. I wondered if I would see you, from this vantage, where you wouldn't see me. I wondered if you felt like you were waiting for me. Why else would you have told me you'd be here? I wouldn't have guessed it was your carnival, by any stretch. You told me because you wanted to see me.

I drove past each day after that. Watching for it to be ready and open. I supposed when it was open, I would go in and get on the Ferris wheel, or ruin some kid's time on the bumper cars by harassing them with bump after bump. I've lost interest in growing up, ever. I don't think it's for me. The first day it was open, I couldn't go in. It's been such a long time. The last time we spoke on Facetime I was fat in the face from the steroids, so I knew I wouldn't look bad by any stretch to you now, skinny and all. It wasn't that. When I feel like this; like I can't do something I actually quite want to do deep down, since I had all that therapy, I've been trying to figure out what it is that's making me feel like I can't just go ahead and do the thing. I sat in my dusty car and thought about it, with the car door open so I wouldn't roast alive. I think it's because of how accidentally well you know me. I know it's the same the other way around too, and we didn't try on purpose for that to happen. But it's almost embarrassing, isn't it. I drove away and promised myself one more night and then I would do it quick.

I was quite surprised the next day when I actually did it. I drove up to the fair. I threw on a sundress because it was too hot and uncomfortable to wear anything but that or shorts, and I didn't want to walk up to you in shorts because I still look about twelve anyway and it would be too gross to walk up to you wearing shorts and a T-shirt exactly like I might have when we were thirteen. It felt obscene. So anyway, I wore a sundress. It came to just above my knees. I had my sunglasses on, and before I got out of the car I pulled the visor down so I could re-apply my lipstick in the mirror. I've worn the same shade most days since I was about nineteen. I have others that I wear when I go out, of course. But this is the one that's always in my bag or my pocket or whatever. I don't carry a handbag, but I mean if I have a bag with me. My hair is short now, and it wasn't when you last saw me. When you saw me on the FaceTime, it was down to my ass. The heat makes it do that slight curling thing that drives me nuts, but all my lovers seem to like it. I stepped out and walked across the scrub-brush into the gaudy lights of the fair. I felt a little anxious, I'll admit that. I rarely feel anxious. Maybe it wasn't anxious, even. Agitated. I started walking around, looking at the rides and looking at the carnies working the rides. They all look pretty dirty. I figured, suddenly, that you'll probably look pretty dirty too. I felt a little bad about my dress, then. Like I'm gonna seem like I'm trying to be all high and mighty. That's just how I dress, though.

I walked past a waltzer, and I saw something familiar. This tragic, scratty dog, sort of tan and white with long fur; kind of like Lassie if she had the mange. I'd seen that dog. On the call with you, and in the pictures you sent me. So I knew it was yours. It's so weird because normally I know all my friends and my lover's dogs. Like, if I walk in somewhere and one of their dogs is there, it knows me straight away and runs over to say hi. But yours doesn't know me. At all.

I followed the wretched dog, because you can pretty much just follow a dog and it's not considered rude, and I watched it then run up to the open door of a caravan. The caravan had once been green I think but it was cruddy with dirt, and sun-faded. I could hear movement inside. I said your name, once, sharply and loudly. The dog came running back out, and a moment later you appeared in the doorway. We looked at one another for a moment, and then you began to walk down the steps. I felt embarrassed at myself when I noticed your limp. I suppose, if I'd had even half a fucking brain in that moment, I'd have expected you to limp. I knew the whole story. But I hadn't seen you in person. You really only absorb that someone probably has a limp once you've seen it with your own eyes. So I hadn't actually expected it. You limped down the steps and grabbed a crutch that was leaning against the side of the caravan. "I don't need this," you said "I only use it sometimes"

I nodded, and you gestured to some foldable lawn chairs that were set out a little further, behind another caravan, out of sight of the people on the rides at the fair. Apart from maybe the people at the top of the Ferris wheel. They might have been able to see.

We started talking about this and that. Asking one another if so and so is okay and are you still in touch with such and such. Pretty inane chatter. When I finally got around to it, I whispered "Do you still have pins in it?" and gestured to your bad leg. You nodded. I smiled and called you Frankenstein. You told me I could fuck off. I told you I liked it, and that people who have a bad leg normally have an interesting story to tell and that makes me like them more. You asked me then if I'd seen those nephews and nieces of my foster parents any time recently. I told you, only back when my grandfather died. I told you my grandmother died too last year. I saw her, but I didn't see any of the others. "I liked her" you said, simply. I smiled and said "Me too".

You got us some drinks from your caravan. You offered me a beer at first, but then I told you I'm trying not to drink for a while. You didn't question it. It's funny how only certain kinds of people don't question something like that. Most people make such a fuss. But you just switched it to a Coke, and that was that. You went back inside the caravan for a moment, and when you came back out you threw me something. It was a peach. You've always remembered my favourite foods. I smiled at you all teeth then, and bit into it. We talked about C a little bit. You wanted to know about him and what does he do. I said you could meet him, but you just gave a thin smile and shrugged. I knew when I said it that you wouldn't want to. I just didn't want you to think that I wouldn't want you to.

I had some things I wanted to say to you. I hadn't said them yet, and I knew we wouldn't be able to just sit here on lawn chairs for eternity drinking beer and coke and just talking about bullshit. I knew you would have to work at some point. But I was finding it hard to say the things I wanted to say. I told you what I'm doing now. What I'm working towards, and you told me that's great. Then I told you I'm also trying to write a book. Your head snapped towards me at that. What kind of book, you wanted to know.

"A Novel" I told you.

You nodded at me. I told you I still had your books. The ones you loaned me when we were thirteen. I told you I kept them safe, and you can have them back any time you want. You told me to keep them because if I gave them back to you, you'd sell them for cash. You said they're better kept with me, where they won't get sold to some asshole who's only gonna pay almost nothing at all for them.

"You know, your foster dad sent me money last year" you said, out of the blue.

I laughed dourly and told you "Well he never gave me any". You smiled a little at that and told me he gave it to you to go and get your leg looked at again but that you never did and you just spent it on living. That you just stopped returning his messages. You asked if that made me angry. I laughed and said not one bit.

I told you then, about my mother. Everything that had happened in the last year, out of the blue. Everything about her shitty, rotting brain. You listened calmly, and when I was finished you told me you would have left her to rot. I know you would have. I should have. I knew I mustn't offer you money. We weren't going to have that sort of a relationship, one where I give you money and you spend it and then eventually we both feel bad about it for our own reasons and eventually lose touch. So I didn't offer you any money. You didn't ask for any, either.

The thing is, we weren't going to change one another's lives again. I have my life, and you have yours. Whatever I think about your life, you chose it and it's none of my business. Whatever you think about mine, it's the same thing. This is all it's going to be now. But I guess what matters is that once, it was a lot.

Once, I sat in the backseat of a people carrier, my heart skipping with excitement at seeing you again, and I was young. I had nothing else to look forward to. We had sat, for hours at a time, out of sight of the adults by some tree reading separately but together. You have always been smart, one of the only people that read as much as I did when we were kids. We would cycle around, bored. Ask each other stupid questions. You told me about how you'd had sex already a bunch of times. I liked you back then because I knew you weren't telling me a load of horseshit. When other boys told me they'd had all this sex at that age, they were lying. But you were an English boy with shitty parents and an even shittier step-parent, who was using his status as a foreigner for the only thing it was good for; having sex with the French girls at school. It wasn't like English schools. They fucked weirdly young in my ancestral home. You were raking in the benefits. But it was just something to do. That's how I knew we were really friends. You didn't say creepy things to me to try and get me to have sex with you. You sat quietly and read with me instead, listened to my music, and rode around with me on our bikes.

We started writing stories for one another. You told me I should be a writer. I didn't listen to you back then, or for years. Sorry. You helped me with maths problems. You were better at them than I was. You were there the day one of the nephews attacked me, kicking me and punching me. The little shit had no idea who you really were. You were so much smarter than him. You came over to me and got me up off the floor, and walked me away. Took your T-shirt off and wiped my face and my arms clean, until your T-shirt was cruddy with my blood. That would have been enough for me, I'd have appreciated you even for that.

But you had your own ideas. You invited that little prick fishing, which he didn't know how to do being a city kid from London town. I remember being so fucking betrayed that you had asked him. I thought you were going onto his side which, looking back, was stupid. I'll never forget his mother's face when he came back, crying despite being nearly sixteen years of age, bruised and scratched and with a fishhook stuck under his pointer fingernail. You little beast. It was sadism only a child or a madman could muster. Whatever you said to him, he was too scared to tell his mother anything. She knew it was you though. Rich people get so angry when their monstrous kids get what's coming to them. She threatened to call the Gendarmes. It's so sad that one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for me was the beginning of the end for you.

We had to cycle out alone to meet each other secretly after that. We didn't have mobile phones or anything. It was difficult to orchestrate. Your leg was fine back then, and we would climb trees, go swimming. I dared you to skinny dip. You said only if I did.

My naked body had only known violence up until then. You don't know what it meant for me to not fear being naked then, with you. We were so solemn, looking at one another's eyes the whole time we undressed, and hardly straying below the shoulders once it was done. I didn't have to ask you if I was different to the other girls you had been with, I already knew. We jumped into the lake, together, and laughed stupidly, trying to dunk one another's heads under the water. We were doing normal kid stuff, just doing it naked. It didn't feel wrong. We laid in the late afternoon sun, drying, still naked on the lake shore. There was never anybody around. It wasn't a tourist town. Just pure cow country. Private.

That night, I laid on my belly in bed writing a story about that day. To give to you. But this time, in the story, we didn't just swim and play around naked. We did those things, but then I did something I had never done before; or even considered that I would do. I wrote a love scene. I wrote about us kissing in the water, and touching one another under it. I gave that story to you, the day I had to leave. Folded up so no-one would catch sight of the smut.

We never really kissed. We never really touched one another. We never went all the way. You told me in an email over the course of that next year about how things were really bad there, and that you didn't know if you could stand staying but that you were trying so we could see each other again.

My foster father was the one who told me she had thrown you out. He didn't spare any details. Told me she had given you a hundred euros and a tent, and told you to go away. My stomach felt low and heavy when I heard that, and I imagined you cycling away on your bike not knowing where you were going. It was crazy when I got that next email from you. I had resigned myself to maybe never hearing from you again. I kept the fish hook. I still have it, actually. They pulled it out of that little shit's finger, and then what with all the blood that came out afterward they were distracted, and I don't know why I did but I just wanted it. The blood went black and started to flake off whenever I moved it.

Anyway, you emailed me again and told me you were saving up to come and see me. That you were in Spain. You told me you were gonna fly over. I asked you were would you stay, and you said youth hostels. I agreed that was a great idea; there were loads in the Lake District. You emailed me around once a week when you came into a town with an internet cafe. Those were way more common in mainland Europe. In England, they only really had them in the bigger towns. You kept me updated. You had found work with a travelling carnival. Helping to set up and then run the rides. They were teaching you mechanics. One day, you sent me a digital photograph of a motorbike. You told me proudly that you'd got her for only fifty euros and that you'd still be able to afford to come and see me in the summer. It made boarding school easier, knowing at some point I'd be seeing you.

But you came off your motorbike in Ibiza, and broke your femur. I didn't hear from you for a month, but then my foster father told me what had happened, because the hospital in Ibiza had told your mother, and your mother had told him. You had broken your femur, and your tibia, and they were putting pins in it, but it would need further surgeries to fix it and you only had the money for that one surgery. No one else wanted to pay. I didn't have much money, but I wanted to send you what I had. In the end, I got an address for the hospital where you were and I posted you my money and my walkman, but I don't know if you ever got it, and I felt embarrassed to ask. It was all I had, at the time.

I wanted to say things to you, sat in those lawn chairs. I wanted to say that it was only because of our ages, and the distance, that nothing ever happened for us. I wanted to say that I didn't give a shit if you wanted to work for a travelling carnival all your life, and never have enough money to get your leg properly fixed, and you just wanted to get high every week. The only reason it's a shame that you want to work for a carnival your whole life, is because I know you have a great brain. If you'd have made it to the UK, and we'd spent a couple of weeks with you staying in a hostel and me visiting you, maybe borrowing a bike from someone so we could pedal around, I don't know what would have happened. Maybe we'd have consummated our relationship. Probably. I probably would have wanted to. Even though everything to do with sex had been bad for me up until that point, I probably still would have wanted to. If we had, maybe that would have been it. Maybe we'd have still been together, now. Or maybe not. I don't know. I just wanted to somehow tell you that it mattered, to me. It matters enough to me that in one of my boxes of trinkets, there's a fish hook with the blood of my sworn enemy on it, and sometimes I take it out in the dark and prick my finger on it, imagining the pain of it being stuck under my fingernail, and in the searing pain of that, I see how much you cared about me, to do that to another human being because he hit and kicked and scratched me. You hit and kicked and scratched him, to teach him not to do it to me. You penetrated him with the fish hook, and I almost feel jealous. Isn't that fucked?

We're sitting in these lawn chairs, and we're talking about books. You're still reading, when you can get new books. Mostly drifters give you a book, in exchange for one of yours. You ask me if you can read mine. I tell you "Of course, I'll send it to you when it's ready." You limp over to your caravan and pull out a wrinkled exercise book. You've written some stuff in there, and you want me to see it. Keep it, you tell me. You'll fill another one, you say. I ask you if you'll be sorry you gave it to me, though, once you've left. You tell me things are safer with me. I nod and hold it to my chest. It smells dirty and old. But I want to take it into my villa, and read it.

I ask you how long you'll be here. You say not long, less than a week. You guys mainly do a long weekend, and then you leave. To the next place. Some places get a week. But this isn't one of them. The sky is fully dark now, and the mad carnival music is loud behind us where the rides are endlessly churning, and kids are shrieking in delight. I can smell candy floss. I know C will wonder where I am, which isn't a problem; he won't be angry. But I get to thinking maybe I'm on a precipice, and I should leave before I do anything chaotic. I think you sense this. I realise at once you've given me a peach, coke, and the exercise book full of your writing. I haven't given you anything. I feel embarrassed that I didn't bring you anything. Why didn't I? I think I was just too preoccupied with getting here at all. I cast about for something. I don't really have anything. The necklace I'm wearing is worthless other than its sentimental value to C and me. So I do something so cliche it makes me want to puke, but I can't stand the thought of you going away with less in your caravan after seeing me. I take my earrings out and hold them out to you. They're real silver. Two silver swallows. I tell you that you can keep them or sell them if you need to. You tell me you'll keep them.

I don't know whether to hug you or not. I hate saying goodbye when I actually give a fuck about the person. It's hard, and I often would try to fuck everything up on purpose so I can be angry instead of sad. Or to make the other person sadder than I am. I end up doing this thing I learned in Sri Lanka, where you sort of hug but you press your cheek to the other person's cheek. Then you do it on the other side. You laugh and tell me I'm so weird, but then you do it back to me. I'm not really supposed to kiss you, although in this situation I know C wouldn't mind at all. I don't though. You kind of belong to thirteen-year-old me. I sort of don't want to take that away from her. It was all she had.

I leave you with your carnival family. You guys communicate in grunts. It's still hot as hell but I feel a little chill that I feel sometimes when I actually see someone from my past; because I don't do that much. I have the exercise book and the peach pit which I sucked clean. I won't put the peach pit with my other peach pit. I want to know which peach pit is which. It's important. I didn't tell you any of the stuff that was really on my mind.

I think you already know it all.

#creative writing #dark carnival #nostalgia #first love #abuse survivor #my writing #writing #bittersweet #book lover #unsent letters

[block-swing-perry]

dislocated jaw anon here back at it again technically my jaw is only partially dislocated, its still like. attached (obviously). its just sitting Not where it's supposed to, so when my jaw opens it snaps to Not the right place and slaps the bone and cartilage that's there. ive talked to multiple surgeons + one jaw specialist (he's like the only guy in my state who actually studied the jaw because doctors here aren't taught in depth about it because they think the dentists should know about it, but it turns out the dentists aren't taught in depth about it either here. its wild). right now it can only be put back into place via a surgery i can't actually have (fun) (not actually fun). i'm slowly learning that whoever told me upon when i went to urgent care because ouch. oof. ouch, pain, my jaw. was incorrect about telling me nothing could be done about it then because. the only time you can put back a partially dislocated jaw is right around when you first got the injury. because now its all, settled and everything. if i just wrenched that baby back into place like every other dislocated joint in my body i get i could have skipped a life long time of chronic pain + limited mobility in my jaw. pain and suffering also sorry to hear about the recent jaw issue :( i am. very aware of what its like to, have jaw issues

yeah that definitely sounds bad! ive also heard that once you dislocate anything, its never going to be the same and its going to be prone to more dislocation.

also idk if this is whats happening to you where one side of your jaw bone is on the wrong side and theres that "snap" you get when you open your jaw all the way, you could try rotating your head around until it gently slides back if thats what it is. when my problem first arose i would have to really psych myself up for some of the worst pain ive ever experience to pop my jaw back into place, and one time i just cried with my head back and it just slid back which was a relief to learn.

anyways yeah it looks like surgery is the only way to really fix this kind of stuff. i was looking into that sort of things for my hip cause uhhhhhh my hip/leg bone has started to painfully slide out of my socket :)) since yesterday! cannot tell you the amount of times ive almost sunk to the floor lmao. but yeah jaw issues hurt. i hope you find a solution to yours (did read through to see you said that theres a surgery that you cant get rip)

[youchangedmedean]

DEAN SPREAD CAS' ASHES BY A WINDMILL DONT TOUCH ME

#tombstone #13x06 #destiel #spn #spn scripts #deleted destiel #s13 #dean #cas #Ive only just started reading ouch

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part vi the final

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: breeding, oral (f receiving), biting, panties as a gag, pussyjob, teasing, female masturbation, dacryphilia (m+f), daddy kink, femdom, choking, wombfucking, light dumbification, spit, overstimulation, squirting

8.4k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v | part vi || extras || only you, too

“She’s going to be here soon,” you yawned as Osamu reached around you to press his fingers against your clit.

“It’s only six,” Osamu mumbled against the back of your neck. You moaned softly as he slowly slid into you from behind. Osamu grunted as he bottomed out.

“Osamu,” you moaned. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against him. His thrusts were slow and deep and his fingers never stuttered as they rubbed over your clit.

“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded and turned your head, puckering your lips for Osamu to kiss you. He eagerly complied, slotting his lips against yours immediately.

He swallowed your moans as your stomach tightened and your thighs shook.

“Fill me up?” You asked softly, lips brushing against his.

“Gonna cum already?” He asked.

“Can’t help it,” you said. “You feel so good inside me.” You moaned loudly as he rolled his hips.

“Gonna make ya gush around my cock,” he said. You nodded as his fingers rubbed your clit faster.

“Samu,” you moaned. He lifted your leg to get a better angle.

“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” he said. “Make ya a mommy, yeah?”

You nodded again, unable to speak as his cock repeatedly slammed against your cervix. The metal barbell that decorated the head of his cock dragged against your gummy walls deliciously.

“You-you ever thought of more piercings?” You asked as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts.

“Mmm, why?” Osamu asked. His hips slapped against your ass with a particularly strong thrust.

“Jus’ think a jacob’s ladder would be interesting,” you said, thinking of the way the row of piercings would constantly be dragging against that spongy spot inside you.

“Takes too long to heal,” Osamu said. “Can’t be away from this tight cunt that long.”

Osamu grunted as your walls clamped around him. You let out a high pitched moan.

“Samu, Samu! Gonna cum,” you moaned. Your walls fluttered as Osamu thrusted harder.

“Hold on, princess,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Cum with me.”

“Can’t wait,” you whined, pressing your ass against him to feel him deeper.

“Jus’-jus’ a lil more,” he said. Your eyes burned with tears as you struggled not to cum.

“Samu,” you whined, dragging his name out.

“Fuck, now, cum now, princess,” he swore. You cried out as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His cock twitched as your walls clenched around him.

Your juices gushed around his cock as your walls fluttered, pulling more and more cum from him.

“Gonna milk me dry,” he moaned. His tongue ran over the tender bite mark he left.

You relaxed into his hold as your orgasms finally ended. You could feel his cock twitching, trying vainly to stay hard in your warm, wet cunt.

“Whatta ‘bout you?” Osamu asked.

“What?” You asked, resting your hand on top of his. You slotted your fingers between his.

“Ever thought about getting any piercings?” He asked.

“Why, you have any suggestions?”

“Well, these cute, lil nipples are just begging for attention,” he said, playfully pinching your nipple.

“Maybe,” you said, smiling as his free hand rubbed up and down your stomach.

“Wasn’t kiddin’ when I said I’d make ya a mommy,” he said. “Wanna see you big and round with my babies.”

“One day,” you said, cuddling into him.

“Wanna start trying in the shower?” He asked.

You laughed. “I think we’ve been trying all week.”

“Okay, wanna try, again, in the shower?”

“Samu, she really will be here soon this time,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I can’t just hug my love?” He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you washed dishes.

“That would be so much sweeter if I couldn’t feel your erection digging into my back,” you said. You flicked water from your fingertips into his face.

“I can’t help it,” he whined. “Ya look hot when yer being all domestic.”

“That’s your misogyny kicking in,” you teased, rinsing the last of the dishes.

“So what if I think ya would make my perfect housewife? Isn’t a man entitled to his thoughts?” Osamu asked.

“Nope,” you popped. You smiled widely and twisted around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d be your little housewife. But only for you. Don’t let my friends know, I’m supposed to be a big, bad feminist.”

“You can be a big, bad feminist and a housewife,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya chose to be one.”

“Oh-ho, when did you get so knowledgeable?” You joked.

“I was in an all-girl feminists club in college,” he said, cockily.

“Mhm, how many of them did you sleep with?” You asked.

“None!” Osamu exclaimed. You just looked at him. “They were all lesbians.”

“Sounds like a club I’m interested in,” you said.

Osamu smiled. “Oh?”

“Wait, baby!” Osamu whined. You laughed as he pouted.

“I’m joking, joking!” You laughed. “Partially.”

“Oh? Really now?” Osamu asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“If you make even one threesome joke, I will leave you for Atsumu,” you said.

“I would never joke about a threesome,” Osamu said. “I’d be completely serious.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Calling Atsumu as we speak,” you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You held the phone up to your ear. “Hello, the hotter Miya twin?”

“Ouch,” Osamu winced. “Ya really got me where it hurts.”

You pocketed your phone and cupped Osamu’s face with your hands.

“I love you,” you said, smiling.

“I love ya more,” he said. He leaned down, pecking your lips. You giggled as he peppered your face with kisses.

“I love ya, I love ya, I love ya,” he said in between kisses. “I love ya.” He kissed you deeply.

“Cute.”

The two of you jumped apart as your mom’s voice cut through the kitchen.

“You’re home!” You exclaimed.

“We all need to talk,” she said, placing a stack of papers on the table and sitting down.

You and Osamu sat across from her.

“Divorce papers,” she said, sliding them across the table to Osamu.

“That was quick,” Osamu said, reading over the first page. “No fault?”

“I figured that was the quickest and easiest route,” she said.

You nodded as you read the papers over Osamu’s shoulder.

“We each get to keep what we came with,” she said. “I get the house, you get the restaurant. I’m willing to buy out your half of the car.”

“That sounds fair,” Osamu said. He flipped through the pages, reading each one carefully.

“More than,” your mom said.

“What about me?” You asked. The entire time she’d been here, your mom hadn’t once even glanced your way.

“Frankly, I have nothing to say to you,” she said, finally looking at you. “In my eyes, you’re nothing but the other woman.”

A pang of hurt shot through your heart. You’d known you’d hurt her, you just hadn’t expected her to write you off completely.

“He’ll get tired of you, too, sooner or later,” she said, sourly. “You’ll be ready to grovel at my feet for forgiveness once he gets rid of you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You glanced at Osamu, who was gripping a pen tightly.

“You have no right to say that to her,” Osamu said. “I didn’t get tired of you. If anything, you got tired of me. Always flirting with other men, going home with them, pretending like I didn’t know.”

Your mom gaped at him, speechless. “I-I…”

“Yeah, I knew about the other men. I know you tried Atsumu and the rest of his team,” Osamu said. “And I know that this is what you did in your first marriage. So don’t talk about Y/n being the other woman.”

“You cheated on Dad?” You asked, tearfully.

“She did, with me,” Osamu said. You looked at him. “I didn’t know she was married when we met, much less that her husband was dying.”

“Don’t turn this on me,” your mom said. “This is about your infidelity!”

“This is all around fucked up,” you said, wiping a stray tear away. “Just sign the papers and let’s go.”

You stood up abruptly, storming to your room where your bags were already packed, along with a few of Osamu’s bags.

You sat on your bed, head in your hands. You’d known she’d been a bad wife, but you’d never thought she’d cheated, much less while your own father had been on his deathbed.

“Baby?”

You looked up at Osamu in the doorway.

“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You slung your backpack on your back and pulled your suitcase behind you.

“I just want to leave this house,” you mumbled. Osamu kissed your forehead as he grabbed his own bags.

“Let’s go,” he said. You followed him down the hallway.

You didn’t say anything to your mom as you slipped on your shoes at the front door.

“I’ll be back for the rest of my things later this week,” Osamu said.

“My apartment should be ready tomorrow,” Osamu said as you dropped your bags in the hotel room.

“The one in Osaka?” You asked. “Near my school?”

“The very one,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Now, tell me how ya actually feel, baby.”

You broke down. You buried your face in his chest and sobbed. Osamu rubbed your back as you cried.

“I can’t believe she cheated on my dad,” you cried. “She was- she was the love of his life!”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Let it out.”

“He was on his deathbed, and she was out with some kid,” you sobbed. “He loved her so much and she just doesn’t deserve it! I wish she’d died instead!”

“I’m glad she didn’t,” Osamu said. “Never would’ve gotten to meet ya if she had.”

You nodded. “That’s probably the only good thing she’s ever done for me. Bring me to you.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said. “No matter how it happened, I’m here and I love ya so I can’t be too mad.”

“I love you, too, Samu,” you said.

“Are ya finished crying?” He asked, wiping away your tears. You nodded as he cupped your face. “Good, yer too pretty to cry. Now, I paid extra for a room with a jacuzzi, just for ya.”

“Just for me?” You asked. He nodded. “So you won’t be joining me?”

“Okay, maybe it’s for both of us,” Osamu said, smiling down at you.

“Good,” you said, resting your head against his chest. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

“Let me start the jacuzzi, yeah?” Osamu said, pulling away from you.

“Hurry up,” you said as he walked towards the bathroom. He turned and smiled at you.

“Almost sounds like yer gonna miss me,” he said.

“I’ll miss you terribly,” you said, dramatically clutching your heart. “Be careful with my heart, you’ve taken it with you.”

“As long as you’re careful with mine,” he said. You smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom and fell back onto the large bed.

Your phone rang from your pocket. You pulled it out and saw that Atsumu was video calling you.

You smiled widely as you answered.

“Uncle Tsumu!” You exclaimed as Atsumu came into focus. “What’s up?”

“The boys and I are on our way to the Olympics!” Atsumu exclaimed. You heard Bokuto and Hinata whoop in the background.

“That’s great!” You said. “Wait, does that mean you’re with the Ushijima Wakatoshi?”

“He’s sitting right across from me,” Atsumu said, turning the phone so that Ushijima was on the screen.

“Introduce me!” You screeched, sitting up excitedly. “Please, please, please!”

“What do I get in return?” Atsumu asked.

“I’ll convince Samu to let you join again,” you said quickly. Osamu poked his head out of the bathroom.

“Who’s joining what?” He asked.

“Atsumu if he introduces me to Ushiwaka,” you said.

“Ushijima-san, can you come here?” Atsumu asked, looking offscreen.

“The jacuzzi is ready, by the way,” Osamu said. You glanced at him.

“Just a minute,” you said.

“This is L/n Y/n, the number two setter in the nation right now,” Atsumu said.

You smiled and waved at the camera.

“I’ve heard of you,” Ushijima said. “You play very well. I can see why you are so highly ranked.”

“Oh, thank you!” You said, beaming. “I just wanted you to know I’m a big fan. You’re basically the reason I kept playing volleyball in high school.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Continue to play well.”

Ushijima disappeared offscreen.

“You’re the best uncle ever,” you said as Atsumu appeared back on screen.

“Of course, anything for my favourite niece,” he said.

“Baby, that water’s going to get cold,” Osamu said.

“I have to go, I’ll talk to you later,” you said. “Good luck at the Olympics!”

“Bye, doll,” Atsumu said. You ended the call and tossed your phone on the bed.

“I’m coming, baby,” you called, stripping from your clothes as you walked towards the bathroom. Osamu was slowly sinking into the steaming water. You climbed over the side and made yourself comfortable in Osamu’s arms.

“What’s this about Atsumu joining us again?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you.

“He introduced me to the Ushijima Wakatoshi,” you said. “He deserves it.”

“I introduced you to four professional volleyball players,” Osamu complained.

“Have I not more than paid you back for that?” You asked. “I mean, I’ve barely spent more than an hour away from your cock this week.”

“Still not enough,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hands drifted to your waist, holding you as his hips ground up. You moaned as his cock slid through your folds.

“Samu, wanna feel you,” you said, grabbing onto his arms. You bit your lip as he grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he said, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You moaned softly as your walls molded around him. He pulled you back against his chest and held you closely.

“Love you,” you said, relaxing into his hold.

“I love ya more,” Osamu said, coiling his arms around your waist.

You leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as Osamu gently bounced you on his cock.

“Doin’ so good,” Osamu said. He moaned lightly in your ear. “Yer lil pussy is clenchin’ me so tight.” You reached down to rub your clit in slow circles. Osamu pulled you flush against his chest, rutting his hips up, forcing his cock deeper.

“Oh, Samu,” you moaned as your thighs trembled. You rubbed your clit faster, matching the pace of Osamu’s thrusts. “‘m gonna-“

“I know, baby, g’head and cum around my cock,” Osamu said. “Feel ya flutterin’ and clenchin’ ‘round me. Cum on my cock, sweet girl.”

You threw your head back as you gushed around Osamu’s cock. Your fingers slowly came to a stop, unable to move anymore. He knocked your useless fingers out of the way and placed his own fingers on your clit. You squealed as his fingers moved wildly over your clit.

“Samu!” You yelped, grabbing his forearm. He leaned down and kissed your neck sweetly.

“Ya got more in ya, sweet girl,” he murmured against your skin. “Gonna make ya squirt on my cock.”

You moaned as he lightly pinched your clit. Osamu smiled against your skin as your back arched against him.

“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, fingernails biting into Osamu’s forearm.

“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your neck. You cried out as Osamu’s fingers sped up.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You cried. Your eyes burned with tears as your walls clamped around him and you came for the second time.

“Still didn’t squirt around my cock,” Osamu said, disapprovingly. You frowned as he pulled his hand away from your clit.

“No, no, no-“

“Come on, baby,” Osamu said, lifting you up. You whimpered as his cock slid out of you. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you cum again.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on the bed. Water droplets dripped onto the blanket below you.

You whined and reached towards Osamu. He looked at you from where he was kneeling on the foot of the bed. He seemed downright predatory as he eyed your wet, naked body. His grey eyes darkened as you spread your legs.

“Samu,” you whimpered, rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. You whined. Your fingers weren’t enough. Weren’t big and calloused and long like Osamu’s. “Samu, I need you. Please.”

“Can’t make yerself cum, baby?” He asked, crawling towards you. “Need me to do it for ya?”

“Yes!” You cried. Your fingers moved faster as Osamu pressed his lips against the inside of your ankle.

“Maybe try fingering yerself,” Osamu said. He kissed up your leg slowly, lips never leaving your skin.

You desperately shoved three fingers in your wet heat. It still wasn’t enough. You needed Osamu. His fingers, his tongue, his cock.

You pumped your fingers in and out of yourself, crying in frustration. You just couldn’t reach that spot in you. Even when your fingertips did brush against it, they just didn’t feel right. You’d become accustomed to rough, calloused fingers and cool, smooth metal.

You whined in frustration as your thighs shook. Osamu’s lips were pressed to the bend of your knee.

“Samu,” you whined.

“What is it, sweet girl? What’s the matter?” He asked, softly.

“‘S’not enough,” you said, frustrated. “Need you, now.”

“Keep tryin’, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your thigh. He was so close to where you needed him, you could feel his body heat on your sensitive skin.

He pressed a kiss to your pubic area, and you nearly sobbed in relief.

“Samu,” you said, reaching down to touch his hair when he moved and pressed his lips to your other ankle. You couldn’t help it. You burst into tears.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Samu said, immediately abandoning your leg to cup your face in his hands.

“I-I-I need you!” You sobbed. “Need you in me, Samu, please!”

“I’m sorry, baby, let me make ya feel better, okay?” He asked. You nodded. “Now, don’t cry, my sweet girl. Okay? Let daddy take care of ya.”

Osamu lined his cock up with your entrance. He braced his arms on either side of your head and in one, swift motion, his cock hit your cervix.

You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours almost painfully.

“Feel better, my sweet girl?” Osamu grunted. You nodded, unable to find the right words. “Ya were made for my cock, takin’ it so well. When yer my lil housewife, ya’ll be takin’ like this whenever I want, isn’t that right, princess?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, digging your nails into his back. His muscles flexed under your touch. “Gonna take your cock whenever you want. Always want your cock in me.”

“Gonna be my sweet, lil housewife?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Move in with me.”

“Samu,” you gasped. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you even deeper.

“Tell me ya will,” he said. He bit his bottom lip as your walls clenched around him. “Can’t- can’t live without ya.”

“Yes, yes!” You exclaimed as he reached between your bodies and rubbed over your clit with two skillful fingers. Your back arched as he pushed your other leg up, knee knocking against your chest.

“Fuck, I love ya,” he moaned, rubbing your clit furiously.

“L-love you,” you stuttered as your stomach tightened. “Gonna, gonna cum!”

Osamu’s hips sped up.

“Come on, squirt all over my cock, sweet girl,” Osamu said. “And I’ll fill ya up, just how ya like.”

You pulled him down, kissing him roughly. Your teeth clicked together painfully, but Osamu’s tongue pressed against yours made it easy to ignore the pain.

Your walls fluttered around him and he groaned into your mouth.

“Fuck,” you hissed as Osamu pulled away.

“Come on,” Osamu said, gritting his teeth as he pushed your legs against your chest. He slapped your clit.

“Samu!” You moaned. His eyes lit up as he slapped your clit again.

“Squirt. On. My. Cock.” Each word was accented with a brutal slap against your clit that had you screaming. Your thighs shook as your back arched. Your hands balled into fists in the wet blanket below you as your orgasm exploded out of you.

“Fuck, Samu!” You shouted, throwing your head back. Osamu moaned as your juices covered his stomach, dripping down to his heavy balls. His balls slapped wetly against your skin as he chased his own orgasm.

“Gonna fill ya up,” he groaned. It took all of your energy to stay conscious as he rutted into you.

Osamu moaned loudly and buried his cock deep as it twitched and spurted out his cum.

“Fuck,” he breathed, collapsing next to you. He cuddled into your side, nuzzling your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

You smiled weakly as cum leaked out of you and down onto the blanket.

“I love ya,” Osamu murmured, pressing his lips against your neck.

“I love you,” you said. You twisted around to face him. “You really want me to live with you?”

“Of course,” Osamu said. “Can’t imagine it any other way.” He pecked your lips and pulled you closer. “I wanna wake up next to ya every mornin’ and fall asleep next to ya every night.”

Tears burned at your eyes. You rubbed them furiously, trying not to cry.

“Aw, baby, why are ya cryin’?” He asked, smiling at you. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“I just- I really, really love you,” you said, sniffling. Osamu smiled and pulled you into his chest, kissing your head.

“I really, really love ya, too, baby.”

“I just think the bed should go a little more to the right,” you said, watching as Osamu and his friend, Suna, moved the heavy frame. “Hmm, does that seem centered to you?”

“It fucking better be,” Suna said, standing next to you. “Actually, a little to the right.”

“Fuck ya,” Osamu said, pushing the frame. You bit your lip as his arms flexed.

“Stop being horny,” Suna said, pushing you gently.

“I’m not!” You denied, smiling. “I’m just appreciating the view.”

“I’m not moving this damn thing another inch, I don’t care if it’s centered or not,” Osamu said, standing up. He pushed his shirt up as he placed his hand on his side.

“It’s good, baby,” you said. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Let’s take a break,” Osamu said. Suna whipped out his phone.

“Let me show you all the embarrassing photos I have of Osamu and Atsumu,” he said with a grin.

“Ooo, yes, please,” you said. You leaned over to look at his phone.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hand and tugging you away. “Don’t look at those. Why do ya even still have those?”

“Because I like to show Atsumu’s fans him getting his ass kicked,” Suna said, following the two of you to the living room.

“He did get his ass kicked a lot, didn’t he?” Osamu said, smiling.

“So you won?” You asked, sitting on the couch.

Osamu scoffed as he sat next to you. “Of course I did.”

“Atsumu is a pussy,” Suna said, handing you his phone. You giggled as you watched high school Osamu and Atsumu roll around on the gym floor.

“Can you send me that?” You asked. “I need it for when Atsumu gets on my nerves.”

“Give me your number,” Suna said. You typed in your number, saving it under your name.

“Come here,” you said, pulling Suna closer to you. “Smile.” You snapped a selfie and saved it as your contact photo.

“Come on, let’s finish the bedroom before ya two bond anymore,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched his arms out, shirt riding up and showing just a sliver of his tanned stomach. You licked your lips.

“Shouldn’t you be happy that your girlfriend and best friend are getting along?” You asked, standing up.

“Yeah, we could hate each other,” Suna said.

“I knew ya two would get along,” Osamu said. “I almost didn’t want to introduce ya because of it.”

“What? Scared we might replace you?” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just finish the bedroom.”

“All that’s left is the bookshelf and the bedside tables,” Suna said.

“The bookshelf is oak, so it’s pretty heavy,” you said. “I want it facing the bed.”

“Come on,” Osamu said, bracing himself on one side of the large bookshelf. Suna grabbed the other side and grunted as they lifted it.

“Careful,” you said, following them to the bedroom.

They carefully sat it down in front of the bed and pushed it back and forth until it was centered.

“There,” Osamu said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Now you can start unpacking your books while we get the bedside tables in here.”

You nodded as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Ew,” Suna said, wrinkling his nose.

“You wanna kiss, Sunarin?” Osamu asked, puckering his lips. You giggled.

“Shut up and let’s get these bedside tables in here so I can leave you two to your domesticity,” Suna said.

“Can you help me move the books in here first?” You asked. “It’s the three boxes by the front door.

Suna and Osamu nodded.

“Thank you,” you said.

Suna and Osamu lifted the boxes with a huff as you pushed yours across the hardwood floor.

“Work smarter, not harder,” you said, smirking as they struggled to carry the boxes.

“Why do you read so much?” Suna asked, carefully dropping the box in front of the bookshelf.

“Yeah, why can’t ya read on yer phone like everyone else?” Osamu asked, dropping his box next to Suna’s. You pushed yours across the bedroom and shrugged.

“I like real books,” you said, opening the first box. You grabbed an armful of books and carefully arranged them on the bookshelf.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people,” Suna groaned.

Your face burned. “I like to have a system,” you said, defensively.

“I think it’s cute, baby,” Osamu said. “Do ya want me to help?”

“Thanks, but I’ll do it myself, you two finish up the bedroom,” you said. Osamu nodded and gestured for Suna to follow him into the living room.

You quickly organised the bookshelf, adding in Osamu’s few books alongside your own as you went.

“I think we’re done,” Osamu said as you stood up, stretching out. You looked around the finished bedroom. “All that’s left is unpacking our clothes and whatever.”

“We can do that tomorrow,” you said, standing in between Osamu and Suna. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.

“We’ll have it really looking like home tomorrow,” Osamu said.

“I’m excited,” you said, smiling widely. “It’s our first night in our apartment.”

“We’ll have to break it in,” Osamu said, winking at you.

Suna gagged. “I’m taking that as my cue to leave. Call me if you need my help tomorrow, I’ll be in town for the next week.”

“Thanks for your help, Suna,” you said as the three of you walked to the front door.

“It’s no problem,” he said.

“I’ll make dinner one night this week, you should come by,” Osamu said. “Just as a thank you.”

“Let me know when and I’ll be here,” Suna said. He slipped his shoes on before saying goodbye.

“Bye!” You called after him. You shut the door behind you and immediately, Osamu was pulling you into him, kissing you and running his hands down your sides and up your shirt.

“Wanted to do this all day,” he mumbled, not pulling away from you for even a second.

“S-Samu, we should shower first,” you said as he kissed down your neck. “We’re all dirty and sweaty from moving.”

“Who cares?” He asked, pushing you against the door. “Jus’ gonna make ya dirtier and sweatier.”

“Sa- ohh.” You moaned as he bit and sucked at a spot on your neck. “Samu.”

“Come on, I wanna break in that new bed we got,” he said. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he lifted you.

“Careful,” you mumbled, licking and sucking on his neck.

“Need ya,” he groaned, dropping you on the unmade bed. You pulled him down on top of you as you leaned back.

“Samu,” you moaned against his lips.

“Jus’-Jus’ let me take care o’ ya,” he breathed, pulling away and taking your shirt with him. You bit your lip as he took off his own shirt, revealing his lightly toned stomach and the faint happy trail that disappeared into his shorts.

“You’re so…” you said, running your hands along his stomach and up to his chest. “Fucking hot.”

“Baby,” he moaned as you pinched his pebbled nipple.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” you said, pushing him onto his back. You straddled him and pulled your bra off. Your hands went back to his chest as you groped and kneaded his pecs. You pinched and teased his nipples before leaning down and kissing his jawline.

“Stop- ah- teasing,” Osamu moaned as you rolled your hips. Even through four layers, you could feel his fat cock throbbing.

“No,” you said, kissing down his neck, leaving red bruises in random spots leading all the way down to his pecs. You rolled your hips again and groaned as his cock twitched under you.

“At least let me feel ya,” he said. His hands fisted the sheets as you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh of his right pec.

You rolled off of him and shimmied out of your shorts, leaving you in just a pair of white, cotton panties. You unbuttoned Osamu’s shorts and pulled them off before straddling him again. You leaned back down and sucked one of his nipples into your mouth while one of your hands groped his chest and the other played with the elastic of his boxers.

“Fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back as you ground yourself against his cock. “More, more, I wan’ more, please, baby.”

You pulled back, admiring the masterpiece that was Osamu’s chest, painted with bite marks and bruises. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.

“Open,” you said, grabbing his jaw lightly. His mouth fell open, tongue poking out. You leaned over him and shoved three fingers in his mouth. “Suck.”

He drooled as he sucked on your fingers, gagging as your fingers hit the back of his throat. You moaned as you rolled your hips.

“Good boy,” you said, pulling your fingers away. Osamu leaned up, following them before leaning back. “Now watch me.”

You leaned back on one arm as Osamu propped his head up on a pillow. You shoved your spit covered hand down your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. You moaned softly.

“Samu,” you breathed. You felt his cock jump under you. “Samu, feels so good.”

“Wanna see,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hips. “Please.”

You shook your head as you moaned again. A wet spot formed in the crotch of your panties, turning the thin fabric translucent. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips, looking for anything that would give him the friction he wanted.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped, rubbing your clit faster.

Osamu whined as the wet spot on your panties grew. “Samu, Samu, Samu!”

You sucked in a sharp breath as your walls clenched around nothing and your juices gushed out, coating your panties and fingers. You rubbed your clit slowly, moaning as you milked your orgasm. Cum dripped down, wetting Osamu’s boxers as you leaned up. You struggled not to just collapse in Osamu’s chest as you braved your hands on his stomach. You could feel his cock throbbing against your wet cunt.

“Wanna taste,” Osamu pleaded. You rolled off of him, breathing heavily as you pulled your ruined panties off.

“You really want a taste?” You asked. He nodded. “Open up.”

Again, his mouth fell open without a second thought. You shoved your panties in his mouth, gagging him. He let out a muffled moan.

You slowly inched his boxers down, releasing his heavy cock. It bobbed before laying against his stomach. You straddled him again, slotting his cock between your wet folds. You dragged your hips against him. The head of his cock teased your abused clit as you whimpered from the sensitivity. You tensed as cool metal shocked your hot skin. You relaxed as Osamu grabbed you hips, guiding you as you ground against him. You reached down and guided the tip of his cock into your entrance. You whined as you teased yourself with just the tip.

“Mm-mff,” Osamu said, his words muffled by cotton. You reached up and pulled your panties out of his mouth. “More, take more. Please, can’t take it anymore.”

You shook your head, rotating your hips. His neglected cock throbbed.

“Please, please,” Osamu begged. His fingernails dug into your hips. “Let me be in ya.”

“You teased me until I cried last week in the hotel,” you said, letting the tip of his cock fall out of you. He whined. “So until you cry, I’m not stopping.”

You rolled your hips. His cock dragged against your clit deliciously as you used his body.

“Con-consider yourself lucky I’m not riding your thighs,” you stuttered, moaning as his piercing teased your clit. “I thought about it.”

“Baby, please,” Osamu begged, eyes wide and lower lip poking out in a pout. “Wanna be in ya, wanna cum.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you said.

“Wanna cum in ya,” he said, frustrated. He’s eyes were glossy and you knew it was only a matter of time before tears started rolling down his cheeks.

“I want you to cum inside me, baby,” you cooed, rubbing your hands over his tense stomach. “But you know what I want.”

“I-I can’t,” he stuttered. You tutted and rolled your hips. The tip of his cock snagged your hole and Osamu let out a whimper.

“Come on, baby, I want you in me so bad,” you said, arching your back. “Want you to breed me, want you to knock me up with your babies, please daddy.”

“Baby,” Osamu whimpered as you took the tip inside your tight walls.

“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, rotating your hips. You moaned loudly, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clamped around the head of Osamu’s cock, milking it as you came.

“Baby, fuck, no, I’m gonna cum,” Osamu cried. His lashes were filled with unshed tears as you pulled away from him. His cock twitched as he came. You ran your fingers through the pool of cum that was on his stomach and licked them clean.

You hummed. “Baby, what‘s the matter? I thought you wanted to cum inside me.” You pouted as his lower lip wobbled. He blinked slowly and a tear ran down his face.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” you cooed, cupping his face. You kissed his tears away. “Gonna make you feel better.”

You pumped his cock a few times, bringing it back to hardness.

“Baby, please,” he whimpered as you thumbed his slit. You glanced up at him. Tears were still falling down his cheeks. “Please, I wanna be in ya.”

You smiled at him and straddled him once again. You both moaned as you sank down his length.

“Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, I love ya so much, wanna fill ya up, fuck, please,” Osamu babbled. You wiped his tears away then grabbed his hands as you bounced on his cock. He intertwined your fingers, bringing both of your hands up to his lips. “I love ya.”

“I love you, Samu,” you said as his cock nudged your cervix. “Fuck, ‘m sorry for making you cry, baby.”

“Liked it,” he mumbled. He threw his head back with a moan as you swivelled your hips. “Liked it so much. Feels so good.”

“Oh?” You said. You moaned as Osamu rolled his hips. “You like when I take control?”

“Yes, yes!” He gasped as you sped up. You let out a choked moan as his hips lifted to meet yours.

“Let me choke you,” you moaned, running one of your hands up to his throat. He nodded as his eyes closed. You squeezed lightly. Osamu groaned loudly, his throat rumbling under your hand.

“More, more,” he said, reaching up to grab your wrist. You squeezed harder and his eyes rolled back with a moan.

“Fuck, so pretty,” you said. You moaned loudly as he bucked his hips up.

“Fuck,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched. You loosened your grip on his throat, letting oxygen flood his lungs. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“Fill me up, Osamu, please,” you moaned as his cock nudged your cervix. “Please, wanna be full.”

Osamu moaned loudly, pulling your hips down to bury his cock in your cunt as he painted your walls white. You reached down to rub your clit as he filled you up, clenching around him as you came. You both breathed heavily as you collapsed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.

“So, I thought Atsumu was the sub,” you breathed.

“I can still flip ya over and bend ya in half,” Osamu said. He chuckled as you snorted.

“I doubt either of us could move that much right now,” you said.

“I think yer wrong,” Osamu said. “I plan on fucking ya in every room of the apartment before the sun comes up.”

“I say we continue this in the kitchen then,” you said as your stomach grumbled. “I’m starving.”

“We only have rice,” Osamu said. You groaned and rolled off of him.

“Pizza or sushi?” You asked, grabbing your phone from the bedside table.

“Sushi,” Osamu said. “Ya think we can christen the living room before they get here?”

“Only one way to find out,” you said, dialling the number to the sushi place. You winked at Osamu as the phone rang.

He molded his body against yours, nuzzling your neck as you ordered the food.

“We have twenty-five minutes,” you said, placing your phone back on the bedside table.

“More than enough time,” Osamu said. He scooped you up from the bed and carried you to the living room.

“No, no, absolutely not!” You exclaimed, laughing loudly.

“Come on, let me try it!” Osamu said.

“You are not eating sushi off my body, sorry, but no,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’ll feed ya, too,” he said. You laughed as he pouted.

“Okay, fine,” you said. “But not tonight.”

“I’ll plan it,” Osamu said. “Maybe I’ll even invite our friends.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” you said. “Atsumu is not eating sushi off of my naked body.”

“What about Rin?” Osamu asked.

“I thought you didn’t like to share,” you said. “Food or otherwise.”

“Is it a crime to want to show off my beautiful, amazing, sexy girlfriend?” Osamu asked. Your face burned.

“Shut up,” you said, stealing a piece of sushi from his plate. “We can discuss details later.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, smiling widely.

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “Love you, too.”

Osamu smiled again, and held out a piece of sushi for you. You smiled before copying him.

“Suna’s not allowed to take pictures,” you said. “In fact, I don’t want him to have his phone at all.”

“Fair enough,” Osamu said, shrugging and finishing off his roll. “Wanna help me wash dishes?”

“Yes,” you said, chewing the last piece of sushi as Osamu gathered the trash and dishes he’d insisted you’d used.

You followed after him, wearing only his t-shirt. Osamu dropped the dishes in the sink then immediately caged you against the counter.

“Ya look cute in my shirt,” he mumbled, nosing at your neck. He kissed your skin softly before leaning up to kiss your lips.

“Why, thank you,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. He lifted you and sat you down on the edge of the counter, pushing the too long shirt up to reveal your leaking cunt. His loads from earlier were coating your thighs as they slowly leaked out of your used cunt.

“Aw, baby, yer leaking my cum everywhere,” Osamu cooed, gathering his cum on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. “Ya want more?”

“Please,” you begged as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He held his cum covered fingers up to your lips. You grabbed his wrist as you took them in your mouth, sucking and licking them clean. You looked up at him through your lashes. His eyes were dark and dilated as he watched your tongue move up and down his fingers.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. He pulled his hand away and shoved his shorts down around his ankles. His cock bobbed heavily.

“Gonna breed me again, Samu?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his chest and pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Gonna put your babies in me?”

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, lining his cock up with your entrance. “Gonna make ya a mommy, fuck.” He moaned as his cock slowly filled you up, still stretching you out even after filling you up twice before this.

“Osamu, wanna have your babies,” you moaned as he thrusted into you at a nice, normal pace. You let your head drop onto his shoulder as he thrusted deeper, cock pressing painfully against your cervix.

“You will, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. You whimpered as his cock head broke past your cervix.

“S’too deep,” you moaned. Your fingernails dug into his back as he pushed deeper and deeper.

“Shh, shh, you can take it, baby,” Osamu said as you whined and whimpered. “Takin’ my cock so well, yer so good for me, princess.”

You moaned into his shoulder as he pushed your shirt up, squeezing and groping your breasts. He rocked into you at a steady pace, focusing more on thrusting deeper and deeper than harder.

“So deep in me,” you moaned against his warm skin. “Can feel you in my throat.”

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want me in yer throat?”

“Can feel you in my throat,” you said, louder. “You’re so deep in me.”

Osamu snapped his hips against yours, punching past your cervix again, and stilling. You let out a long, low moan.

“Ya can feel me here, baby?” Osamu asked, pressing his hand against the small bulge at the bottom of your stomach. You whined and nodded. “What about here?” He pushed you back to face him and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Samu,” you moaned as he gently squeezed the sides of your throat. Your walls clenched around him. He slowly started to thrust into you again.

“If ya wanted me t’ choke ya, ya jus’ had t’ ask,” he said. You breathed shallowly as he squeezed harder.

“More, more,” you breathed, holding on to his wrist as your lungs started to burn. “Fuck me.”

“Ya want more?” Osamu asked. His hips sped up, slapping against your noisily as he pressed down on your throat.

You couldn’t speak as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with every thrust. Your lungs burned and your head spun from lack of oxygen.

“Sa-mu,” you choked, holding onto his forearm loosely. He grunted and thrusted into you harder.

“Gonna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked, grunting as your walls clenched around him. You couldn’t answer, not even able to nod your head in response.

“Can’t answer? Aw, is my baby fucked dumb?” He cooed. You could barely comprehend his words as your head swam.

“My dumb, lil baby,” Osamu cooed, letting his hand loosen. You gasped as oxygen flooded your lungs. Your head spun and you moaned as your walls fluttered around Osamu’s cock. “Cum around my cock.”

“Cumming,” you gasped as Osamu’s hand tightened around your throat again. Your eyes rolled back as you gushed around him. Osamu fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust accompanied by the sound of Osamu’s skin against yours and a loud squelch as your juices dripped down your skin.

“Feels so good to be in control,” Osamu said, smiling wickedly as he choked you. “I control everything you do. When you cum, when you breathe. I love that you let me use you like a lil doll.”

You smiled as Osamu kissed you roughly. He released your throat and pulled back.

“Samu,” you whined.

“Open.” He didn’t give you a choice as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You stuck your tongue out as he gathered spit in his mouth.

“My good, sweet girl,” he cooed. He spat in your mouth before kissing you messily. A mix of yours and his spit ran down your chins as he devoured you.

“Gonna cum in you,” he groaned as he pulled back, strands of saliva still connecting you two.

“Please, please,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his chest and digging your nails into the back of his shoulders. You pulled him in deeper with your legs wrapping around him tighter. “Knock me up, Samu, please.”

“Ya gonna cum with me?” He asked, rolling his hips. You nodded as he reached down to rub your clit. You moaned loudly.

“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” Osamu moaned. You nodded and let your head fall against his shoulder. He moaned as you licked and sucked at his neck.

“Fuck,” you hissed as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum in me.”

Osamu grunted as he slapped your clit.

“Wan’ ya to cum ‘round my cock,” he said, slapping your clit again. Your thighs trembled as he rubbed your clit in fast circles.

“Samu, Samu,” you cried. “Gonna cum.”

You moaned, long and high pitched as your walls clamped down around him. He groaned as you gushed around him. His cock throbbed and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his cum.

You whimpered as he pulled out, clenching around nothing and pushing his cum out. He tutted and used his fingers to push it back in.

“Be a good girl and keep my cum in you,” he said.

You nodded and leaned back against the cabinets as he pulled his shorts up and started washing the dishes.

“Samu,” you murmured, carefully climbing off the counter. Your legs wobbled and you quickly wrapped your arms around Osamu, trying to keep yourself upright.

“Be careful, baby,” he said, drying the dishes. “You should’ve stayed on the counter until I was done. Come ‘ere.”

He gently twisted around in your arms and scooped you up, holding you closely to his chest.

“I love you,” you mumbled as he carried you through your bedroom and into the connected bathroom.

“I love ya, too, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead as he set you down on the marble countertop.

He started the bath and turned back towards you. “Now, stay there until I get back. Okay?”

You nodded and leaned back against the mirror. You could feel Osamu’s cum leaking out of you, so you leaned down and pushed it back in. You moaned softly as you thrusted your finger in and out, coating them in Osamu’s cum. You licked your fingers clean and pushed them back into you.

“What’s this?” Osamu asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

“D-Didn’t wanna lose your cum,” you moaned, using your other hand to rub your clit. “Kept leaking out.”

“Want me to get ya a plug, baby?” Osamu asked, watching hungrily as you fingered yourself. You nodded.

“Don’t wanna lose any,” you said. You moaned as your walls fluttered around your fingers. “Wanna cum.”

“G’head, baby,” he said, stepping closer to you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs as your thighs shook. “Come on, cum fer me.”

“Daddy,” you keened, back arching. You moaned loudly as you pulled your fingers out of your heat and focused on your clit. You cried out as Osamu spread your legs further. “Fuck, gonna-gonna—“ You cut off with a loud moan as you squirted into Osamu’s face. Your thighs rested on his shoulders as your juices dripped down his face.

He closed his eyes slowly. “Fuck me,” he groaned, palming himself through his shorts. “Yer so hot, baby.”

You slouched down as he turned the bathtub water off and then returned to his spot between your thighs.

“Samu, no, no more,” you moaned as he buried his face in your cunt. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away as he licked up your slit.

“Ya got more in ya,” he said, pulling back. He kissed the inside of your thigh gently before licking into your wet, hot heat. You squirmed as his tongue pushed into your hole, his nose bumping your clit as he slurped up a mixture of both of your cum.

“Samu,” you whined, tugging his hair. He groaned, sending vibrations straight to your cunt. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked roughly, desperately wanting you to cum in his face again.

“Come on, want ya t’ cum in my face,” he said, pulling back to breathe.

“Samu, it hurts,” you cried as he shoved three fingers in your abused hole. He ignored you as he flicked his tongue against your clit. Your eyes burned as your legs shook from overstimulation.

Osamu added a fourth finger as he thrusted in and out of you. His other hand palmed at his half hard cock through his shorts.

“Samu!” You squealed, thighs clamping around his head as he curled his fingers in you, dragging against that spongy spot. He curled his fingers again and again, sucking at your clit harshly.

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum! Samu!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of you and shoved his tongue in your stretched out hole as you came. Your juices gushed around his tongue as he moaned.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling as he leaned back on his feet. You breathed heavily as you leaned against the mirror, chest heaving. “Ya wanna get in the bath, now?”

You nodded. He carefully pulled his shirt off of you and pushed his shorts down before gently picking you up. He eased into the bathtub, rearranging you once he was comfortably leaning back in the hot water. You leaned against his chest. You crossed your arms and intertwined your fingers with his as you closed your eyes.

“Hey, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed. He nosed your neck, pressing a few kisses against your skin before speaking again.

“Ya know I love ya,” he said, lips brushing against your ear. “Right?”

“I love you, too, Samu,” you said, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

“Only me?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

“Only you.”

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Yes to the List. Absolutely. FicRec time I am here for it

yeah so ive got a few other asks requesting for a similar thing so here's the list of dreamnap and dreamnoblade fics I've enjoyed so far (including the link to the fics & authors + tags and rating + fic summary and my thoughts about it)

Ry's Dreamnap and DNB Fic Recs:

Dreamnap:

My Love. sadly the author is already orphaned / not rated / tags: canon-divergent + light angst / short oneshot

summary: sapnap visits dream in prison for the first time, but things turn out differently from what happened in canon

thoughts: i cried. not really, but i was pretty sad when i read this. lots of angst, but the hurt/comfort was there to make me feel better!

More Than A Bandaid by notorphanedaccount / rated G / tags: skater!sap and pretty hospital receptionist!dream + mild descriptions of blood and injury / oneshot

summary: Sapnap is accident-prone, and also happens to have a soft spot for pretty boys with blonde hair and green eyes who happen to work at the ER. This is not a good thing.

thoughts: the author took the meet-cute concept and made it one of the best things ive read this 2022, skater!sap lives in my mind rent-free and im not even mad about it

A Smile Like Summertime by notorphanedaccount / not rated / tags: summer camp + childhood friends to lovers + hurt/comfort / oneshot

summary: Sapnap brings a smile to Dream's face, but it's a double-edge sword.

thoughts: please read it. i cried fr this time. its so good.

Where the Sun Meets the Sea by notorphanedaccount (as you can tell, im a huge fan of their works lmao) rated T / tags: angst + depression (some really heavy stuff) + demigod!sap and lighthouse keeper! dream / chaptered fic - ongoing (last updated on 01/04/2022)

summary: dream has not been feeling ok for a long time, he decides to work as a lighthouse keeper as a way out and meets godling!sapnap

thoughts: no thoughts, head empty. i just love this fic so much, but please check the cw, there's some heavy topics throughout the story so make sure you're ok before reading it!

you are in love by duvide / rated E 😳 / tags: college au + violinist!sap and artist!dream + pining and lots of it / oneshot

summary: the one where Sapnap realizes he's in love.

thoughts: pining at it's finest, dreamnap slowburn, my beloved. would always rec if anyone's interested in childhood friends to lovers done right 👍

you didn't think you'd feel this way by lieyuu / rated G / tags: dialogue heavy + lovers to enemies (ouch) + angst with a happy ending / short oneshot

summary: that one (1) richard siken quote that goes: you're going to die in your best friend's arms.

thoughts: pain. that's it. but yes the wiring is phenomenal and the imagery is outstanding.

call in the stormclouds by lieyuu / rated G / tags: dialogue heavy + confrontation + angst / short oneshot

summary: Who left first, indeed.

;

sapnap and dream and confrontations in the rain

thoughts: ouch (again) this author has a thing for angst, it's great 👍

pain au chocolat by yasminnie / rated T / tags: baker au + one-sided rivals (on dream's part) to lovers + fluff

summary: The owner of the new patisserie across the street leaves a treat outside Dream’s bakery every week. This can only mean one thing: war.

thoughts: meet-cute set in a bakery can never go wrong and i stand by this.

to mend a hero by paperokay / rated T / tags: superhero au + hurt/comfort + hero!dream / two chapters, completed

summary: Dream gets injured on missions— a lot. Hiding his hero-status from Sapnap hurts more, and his feelings for his best friend puts a spin on things.

thoughts: loved it, liked the concept and the ending was real sweet!

write our names in the wet concrete by aes_asteria / rated T / tags: highschool au + childhood friends to lovers / two chapters, completed

summary: Dream meets Sapnap in the second grade. Things start off from there.

thoughts: the dreamnap coming of age fic you didn't know you needed

Dreamnoblade:

postmortal sadly the author is already orphaned (rip, queen) / rated T / tags: prince!techno and adventurer!dream + medieval fantasy au + pining / oneshot

summary: In which Dream meets a stranger in a forest, and decides to tag along to kill a dragon.

thoughts: the fic™ that got me to ship dnb, this was it lads.

insurance by the same orphaned author (sobbing) / rated T / tags: part two of the postmortal series + in techno's pov / oneshot

summary: In which Dream falls physically, and Techno falls metaphorically.

thoughts: the best way to end a two part series, getting to know the other character's pov!!

A Song in Ice by ollie_oxen_free / rated T / tags: fantasy au + arranged marriage + the homoeroticism of swordfighting / oneshot

summary: In need of an ally to fight an encroaching army, Dream agrees to marry the king of a distant kingdom.

Ever a fan of the underdogs, King Technoblade agrees to marry the governor of a distant land in exchange for help from his army.

They are both completely normal about this, btw.

thoughts: READ THIS PLS, IM COMPELLING YOU ALL TO READ THIS. would give the author a kiss (romantic or platonic for how good this fic was)

so dawn goes down to day (nothing gold can stay) by luolii / rated T / tags: mcd + sick fic + highschool au + sadness and pain, actually / two chapters, completed (i didn't finish this bc it got too sad)

summary: a  story of youth, small yellow flowers, and love.

or or, what it means to lose someone

thoughts: i dont have the strength to finish this bc again, ouch. but the writing is beautiful!!

Hungry for your Touch sadly the author is also orphaned (sobbing in a corner) / rated T / tags: hurt/comfort + light angst + blood and injury / oneshot

summary: Dream is running from Tommy and ends up at Techno's house. Tommy cut his mask open and Techno doesn't recognize who the stranger he's helping recover from his injuries is.

thoughts: the first half of the story was really good!

New Hunger by Typical_Kiwi / rated M / tags: merfolk au / chaptered fic (5/6 updated last on 01/09/2022)

summary: Techno runs from his piling, suffocating problems. Runs and runs and runs, drawn by a strange obsession with a certain high-paced river in Yorkshire.

Somehow this leads him to unexpected freedom, found with a charismatic, glowing merthing that terrorizes UK waters.

thoughts: not entirely my cup of tea, but who knows, maybe ill like it when i continue reading it one day. the concept is pretty interesting, so i thought id add it here in case anyone's interested

(and that's it for my fic recs! i still haven't scavenged through the entirety of the dreamnap and dnb tags in AO3 yet, so i might end up finding more later on!)

#ry.commends #ry.plies #sunshine-in-a-bottle #dreamnap #dreamnoblade #dnb #fic recs

[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au yukhei  happy (not tooooo late at all, for a change lol) birthday yukhei!~ find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil | taeyong | mark | jaemin | yangyang | yuta | sicheng | chenle | kun

“that’s the worst sound i have ever heard in my life.”

you stand up too fast from behind the counter and bump your head with an ouch before looking to see what sicheng is complaining about now

outside the window of the cafe, you see a group of laughing boys and the bright, loud dirt bikes they’ve started riding around town

the sound of the engines and skidding tires managing to make their way through the windows

you wipe your hand on the front of your uniform’s apron and shrug

“i think they’re kind of cool.”

sicheng swivels around on the creaky bar stool, a script open halfway through is laying beside his iced-coffee

“extreme sports is just the polite way to say hey, this shit will get you killed”

you roll your eyes and check the clock that hangs above the display of baked goods and menu - almost eight, so almost time to close

you point it out to sicheng who packs his things up, you go over to help an elderly regular clean up their table and when the customer leaves you tell sicheng he doesn’t have to wait up for you

he throws his bag over his shoulder and looks over his shoulder at the parked dirt bikes 

“hey, if one of them bothers you when you’re locking up just call me.”

“im pretty sure they’re not even going to notice me.”

sicheng still frets as he slips out of the door

you hum as you fall into your end of the day routine. you’ve been working here part-time through university, but with summer coming around, you’ve come on full-time

it’s a lot of work for one person, but the boss trusts you like their own children, and you actually enjoy having the quiet responsibility of locking up

you sweep the floor, put away all of the left over food and milk in the fridge, check the register and print-out the sales for the day

your last task is to close all of the blinds, the cafe always has them up in the summer, the tops open to let a slight breeze in when it coasts by

as you go through each them, you finally reach the last one that faces directly out of the front of the cafe. out onto sidewalk across.

it’s right in front of the intersection where the sidewalk turns into the boardwalk, and there’s a bike rack and some parking spots

the dirt bikes have all been left there, tires soiled with wear and sand

beside one of the bikes, a sleek red bodied one with various silver accents, stands a lone figure

in the summer heat, he’s still got leather gloves on that clutch the matching colored helmet in one hand, long jeans and lace up heavy boots 

the only breathable part of his outfit is the white tank top that clings to the obviously toned lines of his upper body

a silver chain hangs around his neck, the links look so small on his overall broad figure, but they still shine against his sun kissed skin

he chews on the end of a toothpick and staring -

you step back slightly - he’s staring right at you

something in your stomach feels off, the crossing wires of concern and shock tell you to enter a state of heightened awareness

scurrying back to your work, you tell yourself you are just seeing things. you should listen to sicheng, finish quickly and hurry home.

the summer sun is quietly being pushed out by the summer moon by the time you lock the front door of the cafe and drop the keys into your bag

you turn around and whisper a small - shit! - when the figure from before is still there

he’s probably waiting for his friends, but sicheng was all wound up about them so now i am to- oh wait i think he’s coming over here!

and you’re right, the figure looks both ways before he crosses the street and jogs easily up to you

suddenly your hand itches to fish those keys out of your bag because what can a guy (a very handsome guy, up close) on a dirt bike have to do with you-

“hi - do you work in the cafe?”

he asks, voice deeper than you expect, his eyes are large and the color of autumn chestnuts

“um-yes?”

he sees the way your shoulders are tensed and he immediately retracts himself a step backwards

he puts his hands up, helmet still in his right, “oh right - sorry to scare you, i was just asking because ive seen you around-” 

something like a flush coats under his cheeks

“wait - that sounds weird too, i just meant to say that i think you’re - that i wanted to know your name is all....”

you blink, your shoulders don’t relax completely, but you can tell there isn’t any bad intent coming from him

“well, what's your name first.”

he stands up taller and grins, white teeth almost blinding in the dusk

“wong yukhei! i came here for the summer with some of my buddies.”

he tilts his head toward the bikes and you nod, saying only your first name - sichengs cautiousness seeping into your own

yukhei repeats it, with an almost a bit of a goofyness in his smile when he does

“well - ill see you around then?”

you aren’t sure what to make of the situation, so you just shrug - “maybe?” - he seems satisified with this answer though, and crosses back to his bike

you don’t know why, but you feel embarrassed just standing there, so you shuffle your feet and start your walk home

at some point you turn to look over your shoulder, right at the corner that you have to take, but when you do - yukhei and his bike are gone

“really? see, this is why i should stay while you lock up.”

sicheng’s eyebrow twitches as you finish telling him what happened

it’s the next day, and it’s noon - right when the days get the hottest and most of the cafe’s customers are just coming in for the free air conditioning

“i don’t think he’s dangerous, i think he just wanted to say hi.”

you answer, fixing what must be the twentieth order for shaved ice-cream

the slices of strawberry fall gently onto the heap, and you place two pairs of the forks beside the dish

carrying it carefully to the pick up counter, you call out the order number and watch as a young couple - still dressed in their beach attire - comes up together, unable to break apart for even a second

you smile at them and return to sicheng, taking his empty glass and turning to fill it up with ice 

“you can think he’s not dangerous, but any idiot who owns a death trap like a dirtbike-”

“sicheng, it’s like a normal bike but with an engine. it’s like a car but without the-”

“the safety, without the safety. really - i didn’t think you’d be the type to be into bad guys like that.”

you make a pfft sound with your lips, filling the glass with water and setting it down beside him

“first off, im not into anyone - i talked to him once. and just because they like bikes, doesn’t make them bad - you’ve been reading too many of those cliché scripts.”

sicheng makes his own sound of disapproval, but takes the drink you offer and brings the straw to his lips

you get busy with other customers, at some point kun and xiaojun turn up and distract sicheng

the whole time you work, something in you keeps making you stop to look out of the window

last night, the row of bikes had been there, but now they’re gone - maybe they’re not coming into town tonight?

you reprimand yourself every time you do look, because really it is just like you said to sicheng - yukhei was just saying hi. 

finally it’s time for you to close the cafe again

the only reason sicheng doesn’t stay is because kun drags him somewhere else and if there’s anyone more stubborn than sicheng, it’s the elder of the pair

you take your time - calling the boss to let him know you’re leaving 

“did that group of loud boys wreck havoc again?”

“group of boys?”

“the ones on those bikes, not motorcycles the other ones-”

your hand gets a little sweaty as it holds the phone

“no, they didn’t come around today.”

“good. be safe going home.”

you think about the conversation as you subconsciously start walking after you lockup 

there’s a way to get home that’s faster, and much safer, but there’s a longer way too - that has you walk most of the boardwalk

really, it’s still safe - because of summer the beach is as bright as a movie screen till midnight - but you avoid it for the crowd and the noise

your feet urge you to turn at your usual corner, but you don’t, you make way to the little stairs that lead from the sidewalk and onto the old wooden boardwalk

there are lots of people still about, packing their things up from their time at the beach or coming to stroll by the waves when the sand isn’t burning under their feet

groups of friends, smiling strangers, couples with kids or without 

everyone is enjoying their summer, and you almost feel out of place because your summer is going just as you thought it would. completely uneventful. long days at the cafe, lonely nights in your room

“oh?”

you hear your name suddenly and turn your head left to see yukhei leaning against one of the benches

on the bench are what look like some of his fellow friends, some have those moto jackets you’ve only seen on tv  hanging off their shoulders and others are drinking out of cups and swinging the keys to their bikes around their fingers

yukhei comes over to you and everyone in his crew throws a look over their shoulder

you blink when he stops in front of you - right, you think, he’s pretty tall

“are you getting off work?”

“yep”

“it’s really late, your boyfriend doesn’t ever walk you home?”

“boyfriend?” 

you retort almost sarcastically, because where did the sudden idea that you - walking alone on a boardwalk made for summer romance - have a boyfriend

yukhei scratches the back of his neck and you notice some scrapes on his elbows

“oh there’s the guy - in the cafe with you all the time, he glares a lot - uh-”

“sicheng? oh no, he’s a friend.” you can’t help but chuckle “but you’re right he doesn’t smile often.”

yukhei seems to suddenly beam at the confirmation, which makes something inside of you feel a little warm, but awkward so you point to his injuries

“bike accident?”

he pokes at the yellowing flesh and winces, “yeah. but it happens a lot.”

“it seems like a dangerous sport, do you not mind getting hurt?”

the question is more curiosity than anything - you’re not trying to be mocking or even mean - and yukhei can tell from the way you’re still casting a concerned look at his other arm for evidence of any other “accidents”

“i mean i mind it, but i love it too much to give up” 

yukhei laughs and it sounds nice, pleasant - people with good laughs tend to have good hearts

“and im not really good at anything else. like if i was to be a waiter in a cafe like you, id probably hurt myself a lot more than i do on a dirt bike”

you want to correct him, you’re technically not a waiter - but a barista - but you stop because you are slightly transfixed by the kindness that glows from him 

you’ve never seen someone else radiate so......positively

suddenly one of his friends calls out his name, asks if he’s going to join them as they head back to get their bikes

yukhei looks at you before he answers - “i could walk you home, since it is late.”

“that’s ok, thank you for offering.” you push your hands behind your back a little as you tell him goodnight, before you’re a couple of steps away someone from his group shouts out

“yukhei’s not only good with dirt bikes - he’s a good kisser too-”

by the sound of it, yukhei jumps on his friend and tells him to shut up! you hear the aftermath of the scuffle, but don’t turn around as you giggle to yourself

a couple of times after that, you see yukhei simply in passing

sometimes you’re in the middle of your shift and he walks by the window with his friends, he looks up and sees you and waves - but he doesn’t come in

you wave back every time and a part of you pinches when he the door doesn’t open after

other times, you’ll see him after work - or you’ll hear his bike somewhere and he slows down to ask how work is before speeding off to catch up with friends

little bits and pieces of interactions, never anything more than that 

you don’t really tell sicheng about it either, he grumbles enough about the noise they make and the other things he doesn’t like so you decide not to bother even though he’s a close friend

and the twilights of a little crush on yukhei are most definitely seeping into your brain

but everything changes when you find yourself closing the cafe after a super busy saturday, where you hadn’t been able to get everyone out until it hit past eleven.

the boss had thanked you profously and promised a good overtime check since you’d stayed so late

and you were too exhausted to be too mad about having to stay past your schedule

as you went through your routine, you nearly jumped from your skin when the door opened and you turned to explain - no really, you were closed now when you came face to face with yukhei

the side of his cheek is obviously bruised, scrapes that look like bad road rash cascade down past the angle of his jaw and onto his neck

he limps a little when he makes it across the doors threshold and you see dried blood on his knuckles

“yukhei?” you rush over and take him by forearm, making sure to hold onto the skin that isn’t covered in some kind of wound

“yukhei what are you doing here - did you fall off your bike, you have to go to a hospital now!”

not anywhere close to being a doctor, you can only prematurely tend to him with the cheap ass first aid kit from the kitchen

the entire time you keep saying that he has to go to the hospital

and yukhei mumbles that he doesn’t know where one is, his friends weren’t with him either - he got hurt alone - so he came to the only place that was close by and familiar

you look up at him - he’s sitting on the same bar stool that sicheng is usually in  and you’re standing between his legs, bottle of ointment uncapped on the counter - bandages in your hand

“ok, ill take you - ill call a friend who has a car.”

“im ok.”

he lifts a hand and wraps it gently around your wrist. you can feel the wear on his skin from his leather gloves and old callouses from old injuries

he stares at you and the only light is from the kitchen, flickering on and off

“you’re not ok, you might have a more serious internal injur-”

“if i was bleeding inside, i would know.”

you frown, he says it like it has happened before - you wonder how many times has yukhei fell off his bike, or gotten hurt some other way - how many times has he done it alone 

“fine, you don’t have to go now but go sometime soon. promise me.”

he looks at you, the autumn chestnut color you saw when you first met him is glazed now in a darker brown. 

“ill promise you if you promise me something too.”

swallowing, you become acutely aware of how close you are - his knees are grazing either side of your thighs. your wrist is still in his lax hold.

you smell sweat, blood, and cologne on him. he smells the tiredness of your work on you.

“this isn’t a joke yukhei, i just want you to be-”

“i will go, i promise but promise me something too.”

“ok. ok fine, what? do you want free coffee or -”

“promise you’ll kiss me at least once before this summer is over.”

before you even realize it, you agree. simply because you want him so badly to go to the hospital, or at least that’s how you come to terms with it on your own.

you itch as the promise swirls around your head, even hours after you watched yukhei walk away from your front door - banged up and bruised and stilling insisting on walking you home

when you see sicheng the next day, you want to tell him about everything because your head feels like a tangled mess 

but you don’t - you just pick at the strings of your apron, make drinks and heat up pastries 

three days go by and yukhei doesn’t show himself anywhere. he’s not even in his group of friends who you see once again on the boardwalk one night after work

you somehow push past the nervous feeling and ask one of them where he is

“ah, his bike is all fucked up so he’s been mopping about it while it’s in the shop.”

“did he go to the hospital?”

the guy laughs, shakes his head - “knowing yukhei, probably not. but we haven’t seen him for a while either.”

you say thank you and turn to leave - you hear some kind of buzzing, some kind of mention of you and yukhei and what kind of ‘relationship’ you’re in - but you push past it

you don’t even know where he lives, let alone where he rides his bike so you can’t really go and check on him

you have to wait for him to come to you - that bothers you.

you stop and return to the group, who all simmer to silence when you come close again.

“where do you guys usually ride your bikes?”

you’ve never been this far up the beach, mostly because this part is relatively blocked off from swimming because of the high ridges of rocks and the part of the coast that disappears into the mountains 

there’s a trail for hikers that leads off and into the trees, but you don’t go there - worried you’ll get lost without a map or guidance

yukhei’s friends said they mostly biked here  - dirt bikes aren’t motorcycles you know that right babe?

you cross your hands over your chest - on your one free day of the week, you want to be splayed out on your floor under a fan. not looking for yukhei - someone who is practically a stranger to you

is he though? we might have talked less times than i can count on all my fingers but would i really call him a stranger?

you look around but it seems barren, almost eerily quiet and isolated

so when the loud sound of an engine roars from that opening into the mountains, you almost teeter back 

with a flair of dirt and sand that flies toward you in a storm, you hear a bike rip down and into dune

the red bike strikes against the sizzling backdrop of the summer day and your eyes widen when you see it do a half-circle and come to a halt

yukhei pulls the helmet off and shakes his sweaty hair from his forehead - he looks over at you and you think you have lost the ability to speak

i know im supposed to be angry and concerned, but he looks so hot it’s almost unfair

the road rash on his cheek is healing better than expected, but his wounds are all still clear as day - scabbing as they heal

he doesn’t get off the bike - just looks at you and then beckons you over with a tilt of his head

you almost protest because you came here to be all strong willed and insist that he go see the doctor, also when did his bike get out of the shop? 

but you bend to the command and make your way over

he kills the engine and stares at you - you stare back

“where have you been?”

“i went to the hospital like i promised.”

the sudden confession makes you drop your hands - “really! what did they say?”

“no internal bleeding.” he leans his body slightly over the side of his bike “told you id know if i was dying.”

“still, im happy you went. it’s better to be safe than so-” 

he drops his helmet on the sand and your sentence cuts off with the sound

“so i kept my promise, do you want to keep yours now?”

don’t be silly, im not kissing you - you don’t even like me and i don’t -

all the excuses in your brain just get lost in the jumble that’s already made a home up there, so you just decide that fine. you will keep that idiotic, dumb, heat of the moment promise.

you grab yukhei by the sides of his tank top, starling him as you push yourself toward his mouth

using the leveraged grip you let your hold relax only enough so that you can dig your nails through the fabric and into the skin of his ribs

yukhei makes a growling noise into your mouth that is somehow more sweltering than the summer sun

he cranes his neck slightly so when you run your tongue across the slip of his lips he can easily grant you any of the access you require, one hand goes up to grip the back of his neck

he takes one hand from the handles of the bike and slips it to the small of your back - then up between your shoulder blades as he pushes you closer

it’s supposed to be one kiss. one little, flimsy kiss, and yet the attraction you feel between you two is so charged that you cannot stop

you only break back to see if yukhei feels the same thing, and it is written all over his face, he does

that and the way he tells you to step back as he gets off the bike, it falls to the sand and you start to ask why in the world he’s so careless with everything when he just wraps you up in his arms and starts kissing you again

“i wont be careless when it comes to you”

his mouth is magical, even more so as it drags down to your neck and the layer of sweat between your bodies is threatening to turn to fucking cement and keep you stuck in this embrace for the rest of eternity (not that either of you would mind)

but it’s so hot and you are not about to fall back on this sand - so you somehow manage to tell yukhei to meet you later tonight

“want a ride home?” he pants, but you unglue yourself from the plane of his perfect chest and shake your head, “meet me at ten.”

yukhei is there on time. he didn’t bring his bike, which is a good idea considering the noise it would make, he looks so sweet when you come downstairs and he asks if you want to go on a date

a date, like go get dinner if you haven’t had any or play boardwalk games until midnight

you say yes. just not tonight 

yukhei’s look of childish confusion makes you laugh as you take his hand and lead him back inside.

sicheng might have warned you about yukhei being “bad”, the only little problem is you might have always been the “bad” one all along 

with how big, strong, dirt biking yukhei looks up at you with absolute awe as you forgo chitchat over shared ice-cream and push him down onto the sheets of your bed

in the morning, you have to go to work and yukhei has to leave through the window, but you kiss him one last time and he mumbles he’ll meet you after your shift

“now i do have a boyfriend to walk me home, huh?” 

you giggle and yukhei nearly trips over himself at the word

you do let yukhei take you on a date, of course you do - and it’s as soft and sweet as you expect because yukhei is the opposite of what he looks like at first glance

all the bruises, all the confidence, all the arrogant handsomeness that is ingrained in his perfect features is just a cover. he’s a big teddy bear.

refusing to let you pay, giving you his jacket, offering to come over early and help you lock up

holding your hand gently, kissing your forehead when you complain about dumb customers, the absolute sugary-sweet pillow talk that sometimes makes you feel like you’re in a hallmark movie romcom

when sicheng catches yukhei with a hand around your waist on the boardwalk - he nearly calls the police, but you explain everything - sans the more intimate details and it takes a long time for sicheng to accept it but

you are happy, god you are so happy it is pouring out of you - especially when you are with yukhei

even your boss warms up to him (only him, the rest of his buddies are basically barred from coming into the cafe) 

and yukhei, when you see him with others, it’s obvious that he is an extroverted charmer - one afternoon he helps you with orders and when he returns, the receipt is covered in numbers

of course - he crumples it and tosses it into the garbage as he lets a secret hand sneak up your shirt behind the shield of the counter

and then, the summer is whisking away, and you feel the first kisses of autumn when yukhei is helping you steady yourself on the dirt bike - even though you refuse to actually ever ride it

you shiver at the breeze and yukhei feels your goosebumps under his fingertips

“hey, are you going to leave once summer is over - i know you and your friends are just staying here because it’s a great place to bike but-”

he leans down and buries his face in your hair

“why, you gonna miss me if i leave?”

you reach behind you to try and flick him, but he dodges

“i just wanted to know - if i should get ready for heartbreak or-”

“don’t ever say that, i would never hurt you.” 

his tone drops and you know he’s being serious

“i love you and im not going anywhere.”

he helps you off the bike and then pulls you into his arms

“promise?” 

you whisper, but yukhei hears it and you feel him nod 

“promise.”

a couple of years later, you hear a loud sound from the living room and rush out to the garage 

you see yukhei rubbing his head - wrench in one hand and a broken looking bike on the floor

“what happened?!”

“i didn’t put the kick stand down all the way so it toppled over”

you kneel down beside him and examine him for any wounds, 

yukhei watches you and the concern that is always so bright and tender in your eyes when it comes to him

you turn his hand over to make sure, the engagement band on his finger catches the light as you do 

the matching one on your hand feels cool against his skin.

“you’re so careless, seriously!”

you puff your cheeks out and chide him with all the love, he smiles back and leans in to kiss your frown

“true, but im never careless with you.”

you roll your eyes, but it’s true - ever since he first said it till now. 

#ok in my defense.......i think dirt bikes are cooler than just motorcycles. #also the suits they were during xgames is so cool like imagine yukhei in one #yukhei au #lucas au #nct au #wayv au #lucas imagines #yukhei imagines #wayv #lucas #yukhei #blood/ #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #yukhei scenarios #lucas scenarios #nostolgic au

[harrysmaison]

What are your top 3 Larry fics and why

tough questions, i know i have loads but ijm just gonna go with the very first that come in my mind bc i know if i go search it all up my indecisive ass will end up with too many choices

(it did end up with too many choices. there's more than three down there and ofc in no particular order. under the cut bc i rambled too much sorry sam)

1. young and beautiful. i mean i dont really think there's a lot of reasons i need to give for this. still, this was my first ever ao3 fic and i remember just falling in love with larry when i read this. the description, the details, the feels, the angst, OH LORD THE ANGST and the slow burn. probably the slowest burn ive come across. i dont usually openly cry while reading. this was the first fic that made me cry. this fic was the one that introduced me to my interest in dark academia, and i mean, "the moon knows we're in love" finish me.

it also holds a special personal space in his heart bc this fic had been my outle during some of my hard hard times. i think that's enough reason its my favorite. also one of the few fics i've reread more than twice. (i dont reread fics a lot :P)

2. tired tired sea. what can i say about this. although it was too much angst, this fic has been my comfort fic. I find comfort in angst, its a good outlet. for some stupid reason, i was initially avoiding reading this, a reason so stupid i wont even like to talk about this. but in the end i was like fuck it and clicked on the link while my books and exam timetable lay discarded and forgotten beside me. everything about this fic is so so so beautiful. you just get this deep settled feeling of peace reading this, and i loved that. me cried reading this too.

3. these inconvenient fireworks. lets get over the angsty angsty and bring in some absolute genius humor. mixed with - of course - "fucking ouch my heart" angst. honestly i had no idea what i was expecting when i started reading this fic. i only knew about severe pining and humor that made you scream. the infamous car wash scene, until now the best thing i've ever read. it was all fun and games and i was loving it and was like, oh well looks like im not as much of an angst hoe as i thought i can like a fic without some in it too. then the angst dropped and i was like, of fucking course you never leave me alone do you. cant say i cried but i was frustrated beyond words trust me. that was when i learned that in this fic, you dont only scream when it gets hot and funny. so yeah, pure but very very welcome torture this one.

you know the three you can go along with your day dont mind me rambling down here

4. run like the devil. this fic. i'd say this is the most ideal fic of my choice. yes i like gory, dark themed, action and mystery filled heavily painful fics with ooc characters with traumatic past and healing together and you throw in supernatural in it and there you are giving me the most lethal drug i could get addicted to. i read this like a ritual. me cried. me was on the edge of my seat the whole time i read this. me almost smashed my phone against my wall numerous times. me found my spirit animal in the louis of this fic, i yelled at him (mentally) cursed him (mentally) and swathed him in as much affection and love as i could provide (again, mentally. how sad). demons and good demons and bad demons and danger and blood and death and trauma and action and death and mystery and everything EVERYTHING. yes i have no heart, im heartless count me in.

5. say hallelujah, say goodnight. oh lord bless me this fic was something of a different experience. from the prev one you must have realised the theme i usually follow and love from my dearest heart. this fic, once again, had EVERYTHING i search for in a fic. the angst, the death, the action, the friendship, there ROMANCE. angel louis, demon harry, (the irony of that), so many mythical creautres, war, dark magic my oh my. plus a perfect example of "i'll love you for an eternity and more" in the most literal sense possible. plus the flashbacks and details and information the author provided throughout the fic, mixing multiple stories into one. this was just amazing to read. and im defninitely planning to reread it once my exams are over. this and the five above.

thank you for listening to my useless ramble i can go bury myself under my blanket and cry from all the memories. these fics kept me going through quarantine. of course there are so many more, like so many, quite a lot of them i've postponned reading for exam purposes (a lot of classics are yet to be read by me) but these are the first ones that came in mind. you can see the type of fics i like to read if anybody else made it through this and know some other gorgeous fics come ramble at me about them.

#i totally went unhinged there didnt i #sorry dkjflksdg #bolded the main bits in case you dont want my ramblng but the part that actually matters #sam ✨ #just gonna quickly post this without thinking too much bc i know if i do ill add more and tumblr would likely get rid of me then #larry fic rec #sandesh