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ares-the-strange · 2 years

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Could you do poly lost boys with a GN s/o, where they tell the boys, "I don't think im a good person"

Please and thank you

Reassuring Nights

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

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The midnight wind nipped at your exposed skin and played with your hair. The boardwalk was as crowded as ever, outlines of people blending into each other, creating multicoloured blobs. Anxiety would have clutched at your heart from the sight of the various peoples, however you found comfort in the men who walked alongside you. To your left Paul walked in step with you, his arm wrapped around your waist, David beside him. Dwayne had his fingers entwined with yours on your right, marko pestering him as well. No one dared to give you any nasty looks, not with the well known bikers by your side. Whoever was stupid enough to glare, or god forbid say something, would mysteriously go missing the next night.

Laddie tugged at your sleeve, encouraging you to follow him to a particularly flashy new ride. Bouncing up and down, he could barely contain his excitement as you enthusiastically followed behind. The line was considerably long but those who knew what was good for them moved out of the way, unbeknownst to you. The ride attendant accepted your tickets, the metal squeaking as they swung it open, everyone behind you patiently waiting for you and Laddie to get the seats you wanted.

The boys watched with smiles painted on their handsome faces, the smiles and laughter of you and Laddie were contagious to the four vampires. Laddie yelled out to the men, waving and giggling as you laughed for him to keep his hands inside the ride. Absolute adoration and love was all the boys felt as you and Laddie ran back to them, hand in hand, unable to stop giggling as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Marko couldn’t contain his overflowing love and suddenly lifted you up, spinning you around in a tight hug. A surprised laugh left your lips as Marko nipped at your vulnerable neck as he finally allowed your feet to touch the ground once more. “Don’t hog them” David spoke, smacking him upside the head as he took your hand into his gloved ones, pressing his lips softly to your skin. “I wasn’t hoggin’ ‘em!” Marko defended himself, placing his chin upon your shoulder, pouting at David. Turning your head you placed a kiss on his cheek, his lonesome dangly earring ticking your face. A smile replaced his pout, always incredibly happy to receive your affection. “You’re always so good with Laddie” Dwayne softly spoke in your ear, kissing your hair as he did so. “I really love you” he spoke with a genuine smile, nuzzling his head into your neck. “Mmm we all do doll” Paul added, pushing Marko out of the way to mirror Dwayne’s actions on your otherside, but with considerably more nips and bites. “Honestly it perplexes me that you hang with us kitten. Considering your golden heart and all” David spoke, clouds of smoke floating out of his mouth with each word. The adoring look in his eyes was replaced by concern as he noticed the slight frown on your face at his words. “I don’t know about heart of gold” the boys on either side of you facing you as those words left your mouth, their eyebrows knitted together in a frown. “What do you mean baby?” Dwayne asked, tenderly placing his fingers between yours. “I mean, I don’t think I’m a good person” I whispered, the confidence in my words dying out as five pairs of eyes looked into my very soul. David stepped towards you, cradling your face, the cool black leather contrasting the warmth of your cheek. “Kitten, you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met and in all the years I’ve been alive, that’s a lot” David’s voice was unusually sincere, the snarky quip to his tone void in his words. “And you’re super cool!” Marko added, snaking his arms around your waist as he pressed his chest against your back. “And extremely hot” Paul continued, adding an exaggerated purr to spur a laugh from you “there’s the sound I love” Paul pecked you on your cheek, rubbing his head against you like a cat “Baby you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us, to me” Dwayne’s smooth voice whispered in your ear, kissing your neck and giving a small teasing nip. “And you’re the best to have fun with!” Laddie’s cheerful voice added, his beaming smile giving you no choice to join in with your own. “We all love you more than anything kitten, never forget that okay?” David reassured “now let’s get some stupidly greasy food”

#the lost boys #tlb #x reader #request #gender neutral reader #michael emerson #paul #marko #dwayne #david #fanfic #star #poly lost boys

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thewolfisapartofmysoul · 4 years

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CURIOUS COAT

You and Dewey were panting and sweating. If you asked Dew... it was not the good panting and sweating. You wiped your brow and groaned at Dewey... he was staring at you... again. A dopey grin on his scruffy face and his brown curls sticked to his forehead. You blushed under his loving gaze, skipped towards your rockstar and heared the floor squeek dangerously among your steps. You pecked Dewey sweetly on the lips while your hand moved to brush his hair out if his face. His hands found your waist, fingers dancing along your sides and his stubble tickled on your face.

Dewey hummed in the kiss... However, it was not how your rockstar preferred to spend his sundaymorning. Throwing away stuff from the attick of your uncles home... But hey... at least he got to spend time with you doing just that. "One more box untill freedom, baby!!!" Dewey whooped loudly in excitement, gesturing to the last box on the attic floor.

The last cardboard box was moved from the wooden floor and when Dewey moved it out of the way, your interest was peaked by an old looking coat that was draped across the floor.

It must have been laying underneath the boxes...

Dewey smirked at your enthausiastic sparkle. He knew you loved old stuff. You leaped toward it and took it into your sweaty hands. The coat felt cold... which peaked your interest, cause it was a bloody hot morning. The material looked like it went to hell and back, multiple times. There was a lot of dust on it and had several holes that were roughly stitched back together.

whoever did this... couldnt sew very good...

You turned the coat around to look at the back, a smirk appeared on your lips as you exeminated the piece of fabric fondly. Dewey's eyes lit up when he saw that smirk appear on your pretty face. He loved to see you excited... It made his heart full. Gosh he adored you when you were in your zone...

You brushed some dust of the shoulder of the green stained coat. Since when... was dust... white?

You held the coat by the shoulders before you and hummed in thought. This COULD be Dewey's size tho...

You flickered your exited gaze towards Dewey, who casually leaned against a shelve. Arms crossed, hair chaotic as ever and an innocent smile on his face. His gaze glued to your every move, and you could swear that your rockstar radiated adoration for you, when he looked at you like that.

"Mister Finnnnnn...." you started as you slowly walked towards him. Dewey's face lit up and he chuckled: "Oh boy.... last time you used that voice you wanted to go tie-shopping..."

You smirked at him and scratched his scruff, you held up the coat and mumbled to him: "Do you want to try this on for me?"

Dewey rolled his eyes and tugged you closer on the beltloops of your shorts. "Depends... How many kisses do i get in return?"

You pecked his cheek as an awnser and told him: "This one already. Try it on for meeeeee?"

How could Dewey possibly say no to that adorable pouty face of you... he nodded and you hugged him before handing him the coat.

Dewey stroked your hair lovingly and muttered on your lips: "But I get to pick the movie tonight... AND the pizza... deal my love?"

You nodded quickly and kissed him one more time before turning him around, and patted his shoulders to give him some courage.

Dewey snickered at your eagerness and held up the coat to look at it. He scrunched up his nose when he stated: "Fine darling... BUT... If a beetle crawls out of it... i swear i will scream so hard that you have to get your ears checked... Just forward warning you."

You chuckled and nodded, with a happy smile on your face. Dewey brushed of some more dust from the back of the coat with a chuckle, and went to slip it on.

You swore you felt the air move when his arms slid into the coat. A brush of cold air brushed against your legs and your eyes searched Deweys when you felt this. Wait... what? Did you just... Did Deweys eyes just... had a flash of *green* in them, for a second?

Dewey smirked at you and tugged at the collar of his jacked smugly. His smirk turned into a grin when his eyes landed on yours. He gave you an onve over and bit his lip. Dewry tugged at the collar of his coat again and strolled towards you.

Wait... since when did Dew stroll that confidently...?

Before you could process what was happening you felt yourself being pushed against the door of the attic. That was unusual... but not unwelcome... Deweys lips attacked yours and his hands tangled in your hair instantly. He tugged harshly it with a hunger that was unfamiliar to you. Dewey stroked, petted, even braided your hair... but never tugged at it...

You clenched the collar of his jacket tightly and took in the earthy smell that surrounded your HoneyDew.

His stubble tickling against your face felt familiar. Dewey's hands wandered your body and you panted when he pushed his leg upwards, touching your core as he roughly pinned your hands above your head.

Deweys dark eyes found yours as he tugged your bottom lip with his teeth. He growled with need when his lips moved towards your neck.

You were too caught into pleasure to care.

You threw your head back in pleasure and moaned quietly at the sudden roughness that overtook your, sweet and gentle rockstar.

Dewey let go of your hands and muttered into the hungry kiss: "You like this babes?"

thats... growly... and gravely... and... smug and...

Dewey brought your attention back to him when he nipped on your pulse point. hard

...babes? Dewey had never called you babes before...

As his tongue worked over the bruise on your pulse point, soothing the bruised skin... between sparks of pleasure your mind wandered.

What had gotten into your boy?

You massaged Deweys scalp softly, how he always liked it and instead of the expected moan, Dewey purred.

...your boy purred

Your mind was spinning, switching from pleasure to reason.

Suddenly it hit you. You kissed Dewey hungerly and moved your hands down over his scruff, down his neck, towards his shoulders. Dewey had a manic, hungry look in his eyes when his gaze bored into you... You deepened the kiss and took his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged when you brushed the coat of his shoulders.

With a thump it hit the floor and a bit of green smoke damped off the fabric.

You watched the green flash in Deweys eyes again and Dewey's hand combed calmly through your hair. When you saw his kind gaze again you let go of his bottom lip. Dewey beamed up at you and chirped: "Lip biting huh? Thats kinky..."

You smiled at him and pointed towards your hickey on your neck. His eyes knitted together when he saw your bruised spot and you massaged his scalp softly to calm him down. Your rockstar leaned his hand into yours and hummed contently when you scratched his hair playfully. He lowered his leg between yours and when he hummed your name it was coated with love again.

His arms slowly found its way towards your hips and brushed slowly up and down on your lower back.

You pulled your confused Dewey into a sweet kiss and scratched his stubble when his troubled eyes found yours. Dewey pulled back but before he could ask you kicked the coat out if the way and breathed against his lips: "I'll explain later, okay champ?"

Dewey nodded yes and went to pick up the old coat you loved, but your grip on his shoulder stopped him. You looked into his eyes and muttered: "The only thing i will be needing from this place... is you Dewdrop..."

Dewey blushed and pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your nose. His callous fingers entertwined with yours as you took a hold of his hand and tugged him towards the door. "Let's go home Dewey... Pepperoni pizza?"

Dewey chuckled when you lead him down the stairs and you squeeled he smacked your ass when you walked down the stairs.

When Dewey was done snickering his voice sounded behind you: "Hey! Carefull... I got to pick the pizza, princess..."

You mumbled under your breath:

"You can honestly pick the pizza on any day of the week Dew... as long as im sure that I have you..."

With a slam you left the house of your uncle behind you. And you swore to yourself... that... long coats would be banned from now on...

@ironmansuucks @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @gegehaddock @bugdrinkss

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gloomyhearts · 3 years

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter eleven~ her special ability

2020

The raven haired boy arrived back at Julie’s house, more over in her room. His eyes dared to the blonde who tried to lift a frame from the dresser. The shaggy haired boy stood in front of the bookshelf, studying the pictures. Reggie himself lays down on her bed, fingers running over the fabric of her blanket.

A voice disturbed the silence, “what are you guys doing in my room?”

“Uh..”

“Um..” they stuttered, view wandering between each other.

Luke was the first to find words, “we were looking for the kitchen?”

“This..” she points toward the band, “this cant happen. Its creepy,” her eyes now glued on reggie, “get off my bed, please.”

Luke raises his arm, “hey Julie, whats in the box?”

“That’s off limits.”

“Oh. Oh okay,” he chuckles, “Girls stuff.”

Julie crosses her arms in front of her chest, anger reflects in her facial expression.

“Oh, like butterflies and glitter?”

“Oh, come on. I'm sorry about them,” Alex insists.

“It's none of your business. And yes, there might be some glitter,” she teased.

Alex holds the frame in his hands, spinning around to his friends, “hey!” he chuckles, “I actually picked something up,” when he finished the sentence the frame fell on her bed.

“I dropped it,” disappointed he looked down onto it.

“Is that your mom?”

“Yes, and it’s my favourite picture of us,” she emphasised the favourite, “you break it, I’ll break you.”

“Okay, well, sorry but we’re kinda unbreakable at this point,” Alex adds.

“I don’t get it. You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments, but can’t pick up other stuff?

“I know, its hard. But for some reason, our instruments easy.”

“Yeah, like super easy. Oh and check out what I learned today,” in the next seconds his bass was in his hands, throwing him back in the beanbag.

“Yeah, that looked super easy.”

“Can I ask you guys something?” they nodded. “You told me about your sister, right? Is she a ghost too? Did you saw her? Can she do it too?”

“Well.. this one.. this one time she.. she told me she was surfing and people could see her, she could talk to them like we do and she kinda lost her mind.”

“You never told it!”

“Yeah, maybe cause you’d freak on the fact she’d leave this dark room.”

“She what?”

“Yes, she left it during the day to avoid you and at night she came back and talked to me and Luke.”

“This means, every time I thought she'd visited my dreams again to talk to me, she actually spoke with me?!”

“I remember she said something like that earlier.”

“Earlier?” His friends asked in sync.

“Well yeah you know how she can feel my mood? So do I and I felt it earlier so I searched for her and we talked,” he shrugged his shoulder as if it would be the casual thing in the world.

“Did you wanted to inform us about it?” Alex questions running his hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, if she came up in our conversation maybe..”

Their little argumentation was disturbed by a knocking on the door and Julie’s dad sticking his head in the door, “everything okay?”

“Yeah. Im fine.” Luke let go of Alex’s hand, he had clutched against his chest.

“Okay. I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

“Nope. Must’ve been my laptop.. that I just closed.”

“Okay, if you need anything..” he points to the door.

“Yeah. Thanks.” This was his clue to leave, he closed the door and the attention of the girl was abruptly on the raven haired boy.

“Your dad seems like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue. I bet he has a great ribs recipe.”

“I don’t know. But if you guys wanna talk to me, we have to do it in the studio. He’s worried about me enough as it is.”

“He seems chill. You should just tell him about us,” luke suggests.

“You’re kidding right?” she sighs, “the past year, everyones been watching over me, being super nice, as if theyre waiting for me to snap. If I tell my dad I met a ghost band, I’ll be back to talking to Dr. Turner three days a week.”

“You probably shouldn’t tell him.”

“Julie…”

“Oh my gosh! I told you to leave it alone!”

“I know. You shouldn’t have said nothing cause now I cant stop thinking about it, so.. Whats in the box Julie?”

“It’s just my dream box, okay? Whenever I get a thought, I write it down and get it out of my mind.”

“Like lyrics?” His body shifts so he faced Alex, they both knew exactly what the other was thinking; this was like Sabrina’s green book, every little thing which crossed her mind was written down in it.

‘Where is it now? I had it in my bag at the Orpheum, I couldn’t just lose it right?’

“They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom. Now it’s full of stuff that doesn’t make me sad.”

“But, I mean, you do play. We heard you this morning,” Alex raised from his seat stepping closer to her.

“In the garage?” Luke hits alex upper arm, brows knitted.

“So you were there too?”

“Uh.. I don’t…” his voice a pinched ton.

“uh he was, like..,” Reggie's voice on the same level.

“We were..”

“Somewhere.”

“So, where is you kitchen, by the way,” the shaggy haired tried to distract her. He rested his head in his palm as he laid on her bed, also with puppy eyes.

“Okay, we need to set some boundaries,” she bend down to his level, “for starters, stay out of my room!”

“Mm-hmm. Cristal clear. Let’s go.”

“We're leaving,” they made their way over to the door.

“Yes, ma’am! We’re out of here.”

Moments later Alex’s head was in the room again, “hey. Um, sorry I didn’t mean to bother you. Did you get back into your music program?”

“No.. no I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry. That really sucks,”

“thanks.” His eyes wanders around the room and silence felt over the pair.

“is that it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, this is getting weird,” she waves at him and he leaves her alone.

The band was back in the studio sitting spread across the room. Reggie tugs on his bass, Alex head rests on the drum, Luke’s eyes glued to the roof.

“You know guys, I really miss her,” the shaggy haired boy whined, “but I can't forgive her, not after all those years. I mean she ignored me twenty-five years, like.. wait she’s stubborn she can and will if she wants. But I thought…”

“Shut up, talk to her or leave it,” Alex exhales.

“that’s the point, where is she, what should I say, whats her response.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t do it.”

There was a knock on the studio door and through the window were some blonde strands visible which floaded in the wind.

Reggie sat up, his eyes laid on the door, “should we open the door? Is that her?”

“Come in!”

Sabrina poofed herself into the room but was still in a good distance to the boy.

“I shouldn’t be here, I know but.. I.. mm..”

Alex was fast on his feet, embracing her fragile body, although they weren’t alive anymore they both still had their special scent which felt like home for each other.

“I was an ass, Will. And I should have listened to you but I was so heated that you didn’t told that we were dead for twenty-five years.”

Their little moment was interrupted by the guitarist who taped Alex’s shouler letting him know they weren’t alone.

“Brina. I was so selfish and full of anger. I .. I really missed you and your voice. I’m sounding like Alex but I’d probably should had listen to you and your point of view.”

“Yeah right. It’s.. never mind. I should get going.”

“No Will stay.”

“Right, we have to introduce you somebody.”

“It’s this Julie, right? Yeah, she’s impressive, you should probably play with her, push her and all this,” Sabrina shruggs her shoulders and Reggie locked his eyes with her, a brow raised; he felt it and she knew it.

Luke’s eyes lit up as she mentioned her voice, “yeah she is stunning,” the grief in her grew and Reggie’s eyes widened. Alex looks between the two, seeing her eyes are welling up.

“Do you mind if I talk with Will in private?”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“That’s bullshit. Talk to me Sabrina.”

“It’s just, y’all hate me and I understand but you have to understand me too. And now with this girl, I’m losing you and Luke, the way he looks at her…”

“How would you even know?”

“This morning when she sang, I was there, I saw you, her, everyone. And… and I really wanted to hug you, talk to you but I couldn’t.“

“But I didn’t saw you?”

“Well yesterday I saw the three of you at the orpheum, you even passed me as well as this tall man in smoking and black coat. He bumped your shoulder but went straight through me, it drove me crazy so I wanted to speak to you and I knew where I would find you so I came here. First, I.. I was in the garage as well but then you three poofed in and I left, then y’all were outside as well and your eyes laid on me so I thought you saw me.”

“But I didn’t.. but then suddenly you were.”

“I was, the whole time.”

“How’s that possible? Are you superman?”

“I don’t know but we’d try if people see me without surfing if I want to. I mean not Julie cause she can see you without you playing your instruments.”

“Her friend Flynn, she can't we should do it...”

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billhaderlovebot · 4 years

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willy mclean hcs

ah yes. it is time for another hannah and molly headcanon extravaganza. we've been thirsty for this hoe all damn week. @gazebros

you think you know willy the first time you meet him properly.

in fact, you do know him.

you've seen him around, verbally abusing pool-goers and smoking pot on his breaks.

you've never crossed paths other than the one time you asked him where the toilets were and he blew smoke in your face.

but the first time you meet him properly it's kinda an accident, in that you weren't looking for company.

you'd just broken up with your extremely long term boyfriend that week.

u have a child together.

it wasn't a toxic relationship and it didn't end on bad terms, and you loved each other very very much, but you both agreed that you'd grown apart and you'd be better as two seperate people.

plus, you needed to keep it cool between the two of you for the sake of your son.

nonetheless, it was a bummer.

you were the only one left at the pool, and it had long since closed. you'd been sat on the side, watching the ripples and ignoring how cold and dark it was getting. the only source of light came from the LED's on the bottom of the pool.

and willy came out of the weird room thingy he sits in while people are swimming.

"we're closed, man."

probably the biggest joint you've seen since college in his hand.

"yeah. sorry. lemme get in on that, though."

you reach up to take the joint from him and he shrugs and hands it to you.

"you good?"

"just broke up with this guy, um, we've been together since... i don't know, fuckin, forever. im sad, i guess. he's staying with his mom."

"oh, worm. i can get my bong."

and you don't know why you find yourself telling this random guy everything.

but you talk and smoke for hours.

willy is like a breath of fresh air.

you can't remember the last time you'd laughed until your ribs hurt.

and you've told each other like

everything there is to know about everything

and in this moment you actually feel like nobody else knows you better in the entire world

even though you've only been talking for like four hours.

by the end of the night you're basically sat in his lap.

you're so close that your lips almost touch when you light another joint and pass it between you.

and you hear his breath hitch

and his eyes are dark.

"your ex didn't give you syphilis or anything, did he?"

"no. why?"

and then suddenly his lips are on yours and he's holding your face in his hands.

and all you can feel is him

and its Perfect.

and he's warm and soft and you fist your hands into the front of his stupid poncho

and you have to go back to your apartment to fuck because he doesn't have one oops.

and you get there and you apologise for the mess because you've not been in a good place lately.

"dude i live in a fucking pool don't even worry."

thus begins Friends With Benefits.

the best sex you've literally Ever had in your life along with the best weed and the best 4am talks and a guy who talks to you like you're a normal fucking person for Once.

Willy McLean E*ts P*ssy.

you pull his hair sometimes

nothing extreme jus a light tug yknow

but it drives him Insane

he Loves It.

he doesn't dirty talk a lot but he's very vocal. like he's not one of those guys where it feels like you're fucking an ice sculpture. he actually like makes noise.

and tells you what he wants.

so it's just u guys hanging out and fucking for like a long time. and it's good. it's great.

no commitment or anything it's pretty chill.

you go off the radar a few times a week to spend time with your son, who's currently living with his father until you get your life in order.

one night, after sex (it was during the shining bc that movie is Long so y'all jus ignored it n Got On With Things) willy is watching you sleep.

he's watching you exist.

he just watches you for the longest time.

his heart melts when you subconsciously shuffle closer to him and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

and he realises that the feelings he has for you run deeper than he thought they did.

he realises that he might maybe a little bit love you.

maybe.

you're so strong and you would do anything to protect your kid and you're not afraid of looking stupid and you make him laugh like nobody has ever made him laugh.

also the sex? 😔👌

he thinks you're probably the most wonderful human being in the whole world.

you didn't plan on introducing willy to your son.

because you didn't think it would ever be anything serious and therefore not have an impact on his life.

but it had to happen at some point.

and one day he gets in your car and there's this lil curly haired toddler in the back in this lil car seat.

"uhh. we have to go sign him up for preschool."

you'd forgotten it was almost august.

willy is really nervous because he's sure he smells of pot and he doesn't really know what to do around kids.

but elias is surprisingly quiet and he giggles along to whatever dumb shit you and willy are talking about in the front seat even though he has no idea what you're saying.

willy falls even harder for you when he watches you ruffle elias' hair and kiss his head.

and elias really likes willy's poncho.

and when you get to the school and the secretary starts gushing about what a cute couple you and willy are

willy Loses His Mind

and he's about say something

but you're like "thankyou so much!🥰" and take his hand and the paperwork she gives you and drag him into the waiting room.

"wh-"

"we are a cute couple."

he pretends not to notice when you don't let go of his hand for the rest of the day.

because you fuck and have been fucking for a while but this is Soft.

and you pretend not to lose your shit when willy picks up elias and you look at them both together, giggling like idiots and realise that they're all you need.

a couple months later, when the pool closes for the winter months, you realise you haven't seen him in a couple days.

which is worrying, since he lives at the pool um-

and so you go there

n he's just

jus sittin.

"hey, babe."

"hey, where have you been?"

"just around. come sit."

and for a minute it's normal. you're talking and laughing so hard that your sides split and kissing (ft inappropriate touching)

and it gets a lil cold and he puts his obnoxious knitted poncho over you.

and he looks at you for a bit.

and you barely hear it when he whispers

"i think im in love with you."

and oh

oh fuck.

of course.

and you love him the fuck BACK

but he takes your stunned silence as rejection, mumbles some garbled apology and stands up to leave.

you run right after him, though.

it's something straight out of a romance movie, he thinks, when you spin him around by his arm and pull him down to your lips by his collar.

"i love you too. so fucking much, will."

that night you invite him to stay over.

"isn't elias staying with you right now?"

"yeah. he misses you. he keeps asking about the poncho man idk"

when he wakes up the next day after watching two and a half hours of paw patrol with your son (he kept him entertained, seeing how exhausted you were, and allowed you to nap.) you're not there.

he heads into the kitchen where you've sat elias down with a bowl of cereal and you're dancing around to whatever's playing on the radio.

and he sees a box of his stuff next to the couch. everything he owns. you must've gotten it from the pool while he was asleep.

"what's going on, baby?"

"shit, yeah, um, you're moving in."

his heart explodes

and he's trying so hard not to cry

at the concept of having a home

and with you, nonetheless.

he's sure he's never been so in love.

but he cries anyway, when your back is turned, when he thinks you don't know.

he Loves You.

#willy mclean #bill hader #bill hader x reader #willy mclean x reader #the to do list #soft headcanons #hcs #our boy #yeah babey

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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my little secret - part 1

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(hello i just wanna make one thing very clear: i do not i REPEAT i do NOT CONDONE CHEATING WHATSOEVER. FOR ANY REASON. IDC WHAT IT IS. ITS NOT CUTE OR ROMANTIC. ITS HORRIBLE. I ONLY WROTE THIS BECAUSE ITS ANGST AND BECAUSE SOMEONE SUBMITTED IT TO ME. I AM AGAINST CHEATING. just had to make that clear lol. i feel like this isn’t my best work, but ive had writers block rlly bad so IM SORRY OKAY i feel like its rlly rushed so i apologize dont h8 me. i switched up the plot just a bit also)

Word Count: 2,517

WARNING: age gap (23 and 70), smut, cheating, breeding kink

“You never listen to me!”

“I always listen to you! You just never make yourself clear!”

“Never make myself clear!? You just don’t care!”

“You’re such a stubborn pain in my ass!”

“You’re always a pain in my ass, Ben! It’s always about you!”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, fuck off!”

You and Ben had gotten into a huge dispute over god-knows-what. The argument goes from calm, moderate voices to ear deafening screams that you know your neighbors can hear. The two of you had been arguing more than ever lately, but it’s never gotten this bad. Ben’s never told you to fuck off before and you never thought he would. You freeze when the word’s slip from his mouth and the look on his face drops when he realizes what he’s just said.

“I didn’t mean that.” he says fast.

You feel your eyes sting from tears that threatened to spill and they finally do. Your chin’s trembling as you turn around and storm towards your bedroom. You hear Ben behind you as he quickly follows.

“Baby, I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry, okay? I was just upset- What are you doing?”

You had grabbed a duffel bag from the top of your closet and are shoving clothes inside of it. You zip it up quickly and grab your purse and keys.

“I’m doing exactly what you told me to do. I’m fucking off.”

Ben's eyes crinkle as he closes them out of frustration. He rakes a hand through his hair as he follows you towards your front door.

“I didn’t mean that, y/n! Don’t go! Let’s just talk, babe. I’m sorry.”

You turn around fast as you slide your phone in your pocket. Your eyebrows are knitted together as you stare at him with fire in your eyes.

“You’re always sorry, Ben!” you say loudly.

His face falls as he stares at you with cloudy eyes.

“I’m going to my moms.” you say before slamming the door in his face.

You don’t stop walking until you’re in your car and driving down the road. You can’t go to your moms. It’s two in the morning and she has to be at work at six. You couldn’t wake her up. You pull over on the side of the road and scream loudly as you punch the steering wheel. You were angry at everything and everyone, especially Ben. You slam your fists into the steering wheel a few more times and stop out of breath. You lean back against your seat and take in a deep breath. You need a drink and you know just the place to go to.

***

You pull up to your favorite little hole-in-the-wall bar that’s open 24/7. It’s tiny, but packed. You’re best friend is the owner of the place so you know you can get a good seat in the front. You hurry out of your car and inside. Smoke fills the place as loud heavy metal blares everywhere. You make your way to the front and spot an open seat. You quickly fill it and spot your best friend Cassie. She walks up with a sad smile on her face as she realizes the look on yours.

“Ben?” she asks.

You just nod as she pours you a shot and slides it in front of you. You gulp it down fast as another is placed before you.

“He told me to fuck off.” you tell her as you swallow the drink fast.

She pours you another as her face goes shocked.

“What!?”

“But, of course he didn’t mean it and he was sorry.”

You drink it down as you hear someone yelling Cassie’s name.

“Here,” she says getting you another drink. “Let me go deal with this and we’ll finish this conversation, okay?”

She walks away and you’re left alone with your sorrows. You’re staring down at your now empty glass as someone speaks up.

“Men are idiots sometimes.”

You look over and spot an almost too familiar face. He has a drink in his hand with a smile on his face. He was older than you, much older actually, but man, was he good looking. You spin your chair to face him all the way.

“Sometimes?” you ask, smirking.

He laughs and slowly nods his head.

“Oh, alright. All the time.”

You laugh and look at him for a second longer before squinting your eyes and cocking your head.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” you ask, suddenly feeling the drinks starting to kick in.

The man laughs once more and shrugs his shoulders.

“Possibly. I’m Roger.” he says as he holds out his hand for you to shake.

Your face falls as your eyes go wide.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you lean in to him. “I know you! I know you, I just don’t know where from! Hold on, don’t tell me...”

You lean back and look at him up and down, trying to figure it out. Now your drinks were really kicking in.

“You’re a musician.” you state.

He nods his head as he gulped the rest of the dark liquid in his glass.

“You’re a musician and your names Rog-” you pause when it finally clicks. “You’re the drummer from Queen!” you say a little too loudly as you slur.

Roger’s eyes go wide as he puts his finger to his mouth to shush you. You laugh and look around as you cover your mouth.

“I knew I knew you from somewhere! My boyfriend loves your band!”

“Same boyfriend that told you to fuck off?” he asks, leaning in closer for you to hear.

You suddenly remember and frown. You nod your head and wave over another bartender. You order another shot.

“Make it two.” says Roger, looking at you. “And they’re on me.”

You smile to him and feel your face turning hot.

“So, Mr. Famous Drummer,” you say, causing him to look down and laugh. “What’s your excuse for being here all alone? You clearly know mine.”

“Needed some alone time for myself, I suppose. Never been to this place before, but apparently it attracts good people.”

He smiles to you and for the first time in a long time, Ben wasn’t the one on your mind. Roger was.

“And if I might add,” he says leaning in close to you. “You should try being with an actual man one day. Not a little boy.”

Your eyes drunkenly flutter as you slowly bring your hand to Roger’s knee and very slowly run it up his thigh. He tenses up at your touch, but his eyes are dark with lust. A slight smirk appears as he looks down at your hand for a moment before back up at you.

“Maybe I will.” you purr.

And before you know it, you and Roger are in the back of his car as his driver takes you across town. Your mouths are clashing as you breathe heavily, your mind foggy. You can’t keep your hands off of each other the whole night.

***

RINGRING RINGRING

Your head is pounding as the sound of your phone blares near your ear. You squeeze your eyes closed as you squirm around and groan. You flutter them open and squint due to the bright sun beaming through the room. You bring your hand up and rub your eyes, hoping to make the blurriness disappear. You’re in mid yawn when what happened last night hits you. Your eyes shoot open as you sit up fast.

You’re in a hotel room with your clothes scattered everywhere all around you. You bring the bed sheet up and cover yourself as you look beside you. There next to you is Roger. He’s on his back and is starting to move around a bit. You should feel guilty. You should feel horrible for what you did, but you don’t. All you can do is smile as Roger’s eyes open and he looks over to you. He sheepishly grins as he rubs his eyes.

“You’re still here.” he says as he yawns.

Your face falls as he says that. You look away fast and jump up from the bed as you gather your clothes.

“Was just leaving.” you spat as you slip your jeans on and then your top.

Roger notices your change of tone and sits up fast.

“Wait!” he says fast. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just surprised you stayed. I don’t want you to go.”

You turn around and he has the most sincere look on his face. You let out a breath you were holding and smile as you walk back over to him.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m just on edge right now.”

Roger smirks as he grabs your arm and pulls you back onto the bed. You laugh as you lay on your back and look up at him.

“Then let me help you with that.” he whispers as his hand trails over your stomach and slips under your pants.

You bite your lip as your phone begins ringing again. You roll your eyes and grab it. Twenty two missed calls from Ben. You frown a bit, but turn it off completely. You look back to Roger and smile.

“I could use all the help I can get.” you purr.

***

You quietly slip your keys into your front door and open it gently. You walk inside and look around, not seeing any sign of Ben. You had left Roger’s hotel with a promise that the two of you would see each other again very soon. He’s staying in town for a while for a ‘top secret’ project he’s working on. He wasn’t allowed to tell you, but that’s okay. You like surprises.

You close the door behind you and hear footsteps getting closer. Ben appears in front of you in the hallway. He freezes when he sees you. He slowly walks closer to you until he’s inches away. He cups your face with his hand and leans in to gently kiss you.

“I really am sorry.” he whispers.

You swallow hard and force yourself to smile back.

“I know.” you whisper back.

Ben smiles widely and bites his bottom lip.

“I have amazing news.” he says fast.

You laugh at his wild expression as he takes a step back.

“What is it?”

“I got a role for a movie! I drive out to the location tomorrow for fitting and all that fun stuff!”

He looks like a kid on Christmas morning. You couldn't help but celebrate with him.

“Ben! That’s amazing! What movie is it?”

“I can’t actually say anything to anyone, babe. They’re wanting it to be under the radar for a bit. But I promise that when I can, I’ll send you over the second I’m allowed to. Okay? I just can’t believe this is happening. This is huge!” he yells.

You laugh and can’t help but bring him in for a kiss, but the whole time you’re kissing, all you can think about is Roger.

***

4 Months Later

***

“Right there!” you squeal as Roger thrusts into you hard.

You’re whining loudly as he kisses and sucks on your neck.

“Roger!” you whine, feeling yourself starting to release.

“I wanna cum in you.” whispers Roger in your ear.

Him saying that makes you hit your high even faster. You squeeze your eyes closed and scream out as you grip his arm tightly. Your body convulses as pleasure fills every cell in your body.

“Yes!” is all you can repeatedly shout.

Roger lets out a low growl as he thrusts once more and pauses, his body jolting forward. You feel him release all inside of you and it makes you whine even louder. He jerks once more and he’s done. You both are breathing fast and hard as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. You smile to yourself as you close your eyes.

“Amazing.” you whisper.

Roger leans away and kisses you.

“Like always.”

He slips out and falls beside you utterly exhausted.

“I have to leave in a second.” you whisper sadly.

“No, stay with me.”

You look over to him and smile.

“I’m just gonna be right outside of town for a bit. You can always come see me. I’ll have my own room.” you tease.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, love.” he mumbles.

***

“I’m almost there. Where am I meeting you again?”

“I told the driver where to go, don’t worry.” Ben teases. “Let’s see if you’ll recognize me.”

“Recognize you? Why? What did they do to you?” you ask worried.

He laughs in the phone and shakes his head.

“Wait, I think I see you! We’re all outside!” he says fast.

Suddenly the phone goes dead. You look up and out the window. A bunch of people are standing in front of a huge building. You’re beyond nervous as you pull up and the car stops. You jump out and make your way towards them. A man with long blonde hair is staring at you with a huge smile on his face. You squint your eyes as he walks even closer.

“Ben!?” you call out.

He nods his head and laughs as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes. You lean away and your eyes are wide as you gently touch the wig he’s wearing.

“Wow.” you whisper.

“Looks good, yeah?” he teases. “You know who I am?” he asks, backing up so you can see him fully.

“Um, someone from the 70’s?” you ask.

“Alright, good! But who do you think it is?”

You’re thinking for a moment as Ben looks behind you and smiles.

“Ah, the man himself!”

You turn around confused and your face falls. So does his. It’s Roger.

“Roger, this is my girl, y/n. Y/n, this is the Roger Taylor.”

The two of you stare at each other as your eyes are wide. You felt almost sick. You realize how this must look to Ben, so you snap out of it. You shake your head and bring your hand up to him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Taylor.” you say fast.

Roger shakes your hand and forces a smile.

“Please, call me Roger.”

You smile and look away as you take a step back towards Ben.

“Rog, the reservations are all set for tonight.”

You look to your left as a beautiful older blonde walks up and kisses Roger. He wraps an arm around her waist and looks to you. He looks embarrassed as he smiles.

“Sarina, this is Ben’s girlfriend, y/n.” he says, almost gagging at the word girlfriend. “Y/n, this is my wife... Sarina.”

“Your wife.” you say a little too bluntly, causing him to look at you with a worried expression.

You smile widely and reach your hand out to her.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You as well!” she says sweetly. “Will you be joining us for dinner?” she asks.

You go to tell her no, but Roger speaks up.

“Of course she will.” he says fast.

Yeah, you think to yourself. Of course I will.

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deepermendes-blog · 5 years

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Worse than Nicotine

Summary: im horrible at summary’s but basically y/n is at a bar and bumps into her ex and they leave together and fuck ?? K? K.

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, oral (male receiving), smut, smut, smut.

The setting was no different to y/n. The dancing sweating bodies, the loud music, the smoke, the fights; the same shit every night. It's where she belongs, she thought. She looked to her left and saw a basic stereotypical scenario going on in the bar she was in. A married man hitting on a slightly younger female who was showing way too much skin. It wasn't a problem, y/n had actually envied her dress.

She would look to her right and see another stereotypic scenario, a man or woman washing their pain away with the devils liquid. Y/n sat at the bar stool taking another shot as her legs were crossed under the bar. She tapped her glass at the bartender telling him she wanted a refill. He poured more into the glass as she downed the strong stinging liquid and slammed it back on the counter. The bartender gestured the bottle towards her glass mentally asking if she wanted a refill to which she politely denied seeing as her cheeks were already starting to heat up, feeling a little buzz.

Y/n lost count on how many shots she has taken but it doesn't matter because she knows how to handle her alcohol and how much she can take before she starts getting tipsy. The giggling beside her was starting to drive her insane and y/n almost whipped her head around to shut them both up but she felt a hand on her waist and she gasped but as soon as she looked down, she knew exactly who it was by the tattooed hand. "Hey," he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine. She turned her head to the side slightly and met his beautiful brown eyes, "Hey."

Y/n knows this is wrong, that she shouldn't fall for his games again. But the scent of him filling her nostrils, his hands securing her waist, his hot breath on her neck has her like she was putty in his hands once again.

"I've missed you," he sweetly smiles at y/n, y/n licks her lips nodding, "not going to lie, feeling's mutual." Shawn was leaning against the bar on his side now as he stared at y/n's features. "Good to know, honey," he smirks as y/n rolls her eyes at that damn nickname. "What's up with that," Shawn furrows his eyebrows.

"What's up with what?" Y/n taunts him. He shook his head, "forgot about that attitude that you had." Y/n scoffed, "I remember you hating that, that's why I did it," she raises her eyebrows at him. "I don't think I ever hated it hun, I know I made you think that, but it was actually," he looked down licking his lips and then back into y/n's eyes, "it was actually quite sexy."

"Shawn," y/n shook her head, "don't," she put her hand on her forehead, rubbing it softly. "Don't what?" He cocked his head to the side, taking his bottom lip in between his lip sparking something inside of y/n.

"We broke up, Shawn," y/n called the bartender over and pointed to her glass as he poured the liquid inside as it splashed a little. She lifted the glass up, parting her lips, letting the liquid go down her throat as Shawn intently watched her every move. He hated to admit it but he was slightly turned on watching her lips part, remembering the sinful things she was able to do with those lips. Hell, he was turned on the minute he saw the back of her body, the dress hugging her curves in all the right places, the way her back was slightly arched.

"Why did we, though?" Shawn asked as he set his hand on her thigh and y/n snapped her head to look at him. "Please," he lowered himself to her, whispering in her ear, "enlighten me on why we decided to break up, because I can't seem to think of a good reason right now," he was smirking against her skin as he kissed her exposed shoulder making y/n's eyes flutter shut. Y/n clenched her thighs together forgetting his hand was still placed there as he chuckled deeply, standing straight back up, "clenching your thighs now, eh?"

Y/n coughed, clearing her throat, "Shawn." His hand was massaging the inside of her thigh now, close to her heat but not close enough to satisfy anyone. Just increasing the sexual tension between them both.

Their relationship was just plain toxic, but y/n couldn't deny that the sex wasn't phenomenal. Not to sound cliche, but Shawn was the best y/n has ever had. With anyone else, y/n had faked her orgasms and Shawn made her cum more than 3 times in one night. Shawn knew her body like the back of his hand, knew how far he could push her, knew how much she could take, and knew exactly just what she wanted.

"Yes?" He answered as his hand started to move up further. Y/n let out a shaky breath as his cocky smirk grew. "We can't," y/n finally pushed his hand off her thigh and he sighed. "Come on baby," he begged as he sat down on the stool next to y/n after the annoying people have left, leaning into y/n's neck. "Just one more night, let me show you how much I miss you," he begged into y/n's neck and y/n was getting slightly turned on by his pleading. She clenched her thighs once more, biting her lip as Shawn was smirking against her, "Just," his slipped his hand between her thighs again, letting his fingers ghost over her wet panties, as she arched her back slightly, "one more night," he chuckled, "I can feel you babygirl." Y/n wanted to moan at his words, almost forgetting they were still in public.

Y/n knew this shouldn't be happening. It would be the third time they have hooked up since they broke up a few months ago. She knew that if she left with him again, she doesn't know if she'll be able to leave again. He's so addictive to her, he's worse than nicotine.

"One more night," she gave in as he smirked, sticking his tongue in his cheek, looking her up and down. "That's my girl," he retracts his hand from her dripping heat and y/n almost whines at the loss of contact. He places his lips on hers, connecting their lips for the first time that night as y/n kisses back and she places a hand on the back of his neck but shawn pulls away. "Let's get out of here then, eh?" He smirks staring at her wet plump lips. Y/n nods her head, completely fucked for him once again.

He grabs her hand as he puts a 50 dollar bill on the counter for her and pulls her out of the bar.

Once they had entered Shawn's loft, Shawn was about to pin her against the wall but he was pushed onto the couch as he smirked up at y/n and her newly found confidence.

The sight made y/n knees buckle. His legs spread as he rested into the couch with his hands on either sides of him as he eyed her up and down. Y/n straddled him, and his hands instantly met her hips but she pushed them down, shaking her head. He licked his lips becoming more turned on at her boldness. She was never like this in the bedroom. He was always dominating her and making her feel good but y/n was set on making him beg for her and having him almost whining for her. She felt herself dripping at the thought.

She put her arms around his neck as she rolled her hips onto his semi-hard on as he groaned throwing his head back, as he closed his eyes, licking his lips. "That's it baby," Shawn groaned.

Y/n's pace started to slow down and Shawn wasn't having it as his eyebrows furrowed and he brought his hands up to her waist, guiding her to go faster and she did. Y/n threw her head back enjoying the feeling and Shawn smirked up at her. Y/n scolded herself inside her head as she stopped moving and swatted Shawn's hands away and he groaned in defeat.

"When did you become so dominant, honey?"

Y/n stopped moving her hips completely, "I don't know, do you like it?"

Shawn licked his lips slowly nodding his head, "it's so fucking hot babygirl." Y/n smirked as she got off Shawn's lap and sat on the floor between his legs giving him a full view of her cleavage and Shawn's eyes instantly widened.

Shawn was so worked up now he could probably cum to the sight of her on her knees for him. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, knitting his eyebrows together, watching her every move.

Y/n was smirking up at shawn in a seductive way and Shawn cursed under his breath. Y/n reached up, unbuckling his belt and pulled it out of his jean loops as his hands rested on the couch on either sides of his legs.

"Gonna take my cock, sweetheart?" Shawn uttered making y/n's head spin. Y/n did not want him to win, he already got her back to his place, she wasn't going to let him take control.

"No talking," she stated. She pulled his jeans down his legs. Shawn raised his eyebrows, a slight smirk plastered on his lips as he watched her place her hand around his hard member, Shawn shivering at the feeling.

"Shit," he cursed quietly as she moved her hand up and down his sex. He threw his head back groaning as she used her other hand to massage his balls. The moment he really lost it was when she put her lips around his tip.

"Baby," he raised his hips and looked down at her and was met with her stare, darkened eyes due to the lust she carried. He knew what that stare meant. He wasn't supposed to be talking or making any kind of noise for that matter. As she took more of him down her throat, Shawn's head went back as he breathed out, letting his eyes roll back letting the pleasure overtake him.

"God," He groaned. Y/n started to take him much faster in her mouth, the scene looked like it was straight out of a porno. Shawn cursed as he grabbed her hair and told her to stop.

"I'm going to cum if you don't stop, baby," he clenched his teeth together, shutting his eyes as he felt her suck harder and faster. He was done for. Just as he was about to cum, y/n stopped and Shawn groaned as she stood up from her knees, wiping her mouth.

"Shit," he cursed looking up at her. His cock was throbbing now and he needed a release. Y/n slowly straddled him, letting her center hover above his hardened member. "You want it, baby?" She asked in a seductive voice, licking her lips.

"Fuck yes, ride my cock, princess." He put his hands on her hips, rubbing slightly. Y/n slowly sank onto him, letting her tight walls entrap him. "Oh god," he groaned, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back. His hands were on her bum now and with every thrust from her, he'd squeeze her cheeks with such force, it made y/n whimper and start to pick up her pace a little bit.

Shawn picked his head up, looking at y/n, eyes full of lust as he bit his bottom lip, looking her up and down slowly. "Look at you, baby," he kissed her, "taking my cock so well," he kissed her again, "like it was fucking made just for you, honey," he groaned when she rolled her hips harder, making him bite her bottom lip, pulling back and letting go, letting her lip slap back in place. He kissed her again as she ran her hands through his hair and he sat up a little bit, putting his hands completely under her bum and started to pick her up himself and letting her slam back on him.

"Ah!” she moaned out, and he repeated his actions, taking control, but she was so out of it now, she wanted him to destroy her and she just didn't care how he did it.

"Shawn," she moaned. He looked at her, foreheads touching, "you like that, honey? You like it when I fuck you this hard?" She moaned at his words and he smirked, "Yeah I know you do, look at you, you're so wrecked, baby. Just let go for me. Cum on my cock, princess." Y/n moaned louder, clenching around him and he groaned pulling her hair. "Shit, do that again." She obeyed him and clenched around him again causing him to actually moan, as he thrusted up into her.

He connected both of their lips as she felt herself starting to get to closer to her release, head falling back and shawn took this opportunity to leave some love bites on her exposed neck and placed his hands on her hips.

"You close baby?" He asked, reaching a hand between their bodies and started playing with her clit. "Fuck, yes," she breathed out, lifting her head and kissing him. He groaned into the kiss and y/n leaned back, breaking the kiss, as she moaned loudly, curling her toes, feeling the tightness in her stomach as she let go around him. She felt him still inside of her, as he reached his high, still thrusting inside of her, mainly trying to get himself to cum but also to ride her high out.

A string of quiet curses left his mouth as he released inside of y/n, causing him to fall back against the couch, breathing out. She got off of him, laying next to him.

Y/n sighed knowing she had to leave because she knew if she stayed any longer, she wouldn't be able to leave. She started to stand up and gather her clothes. Shawn sat up grabbing her wrist, "what are you doing?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Y/n looked at him, her eyebrows mimicking his. He grabbed her hands, linking their fingers together, looking up at her, "don't leave." You looked to the side of him and then back at his eyes, "what?"

"Don't leave," he pulled her closer. "You want me to stay?" She slightly raised an eyebrow. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, "yes, please, just stay, spend the night," he leaned forward leaving small kisses on her abdomen. Y/n fluttered her eyes shut, letting her hands let go of his and placing them in his hair.

"Shawn," she said knowing this was a bad idea. "Please," he whispered against her. His hands were on her lower back, "I'm begging you to stay, y/n; please just stay." Y/n licked her lips, eyes still shut.

"I won't be able to leave, shawn, I almost didn't leave the last time let alone the time before that."

"It's fine," he shook his head, "it's fine." His eyes squeezed shut, leaning against her. Y/n dropped her clothes, sitting on his lap, putting her hands on with sides of his face, connecting their lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, her hands still on his face. The situated themselves so they were laying on his couch, bodies sticking to one another.

"Just stay," he said against her forehead.

Y/n didn't want to admit it but she was his again but at the same time she loved the idea. She felt her whole body relax against him, his soft breaths in her hair, his hand rubbing her back. She looked up, his eyes shut, mouth parted slightly. His hand was starting to slow down and she smiled as she felt her eyes start to slowly shut.

"I still love you," shawn whispered so quietly it was almost a mumble.

"What?" Y/n looked up at him, but it was too late, he was already out.

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tessacxstello · 4 years

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hello im (F, 24) an idiot and forgot to post tessa’s (F, 22, fictional) intro!

pls bare in mind most of this was written 5+ years ago n i haven’t written tessa since 2015...... but lets get this show (LOCKWOODRP) on the road (DASHBOARD).

tw school shooting, tw bipolar disorder

art hoe. always covered in paint. why?? she bad at painting

the mark rothko jackson pollock kind of bad tho wher people are like.... omg.... revolutionary..... its a badly drawn vagina

fuckin loves astrology, but cant take it that seriously bcos one of her bfs was a gemini so there’s some lenience there. but she WILL blame her hormones and mood swings on the positon of mars

embodies pure sunshine.

one of those really annoying people that can go through the most traumatic shit and still find a positive spin.

cares so much for others but does not really care for herself n it’s meant she just bottles up all this shit n when someone asks her how her day has gone she just falls on the ground like tht bit in midsommar when florence does that loud wheezy noise and sits down

has never really had much money at all. learns to make-do with what she has. loves upcycling!! her bookshelf is made from cardboard which she’s reinforced by pappering it over with pages ripped out of thrifted books. her sofa is an old car boot which she’s repainted, put on wheels and stuffed w cushions so that it’s actually bearable to sit on.

her knitted cardigan? its made out of wife material.

knits all the time. will crochet you a christmas scarf. if ur lucky you might get a knitted jumper with a penis in a santa hat

still sleeps with cuddly toys n then wonders why ppl dont think she’s mature enough for a serious relationship

very passionate about Sister Doing It For THemselves!! raised by a single mom who worked her ass off so that tessa could do fun activities after school, have lelli kelly shoes, and go to college (not necessarily in tht order of importance)

tessa was born out of wedlock as the result of an affair between her mom (a journalism intern in her early 20s) and a new york times editor.

the editor offered to pay tessa’s mom off to have an abortion, but she was like fuck u and told the papers he’d done that and used the money to cover the cost of her internship which they refused to pay her for

and because of the scandal, he ended up going through a pretty messy divorce with his wife, and losing custody of his kids. so as a child tessa was seen as the cause of a divorce and received mutliple letters from the editors wife (to tessa personally!) and his kids saying how she had ruined everything, but her mom moved them to another town so tessa didn’t have to deal with that crap.

her mom worked 3 jobs to put her through school, so in return tessa pushes herself incredibly hard to succeed. needs a break and a hug and to get laid to be honest.

an old soul. likes old films, old music, old people. only recently got an iphone 5s so not really with this century yet

very sweet and soft and kind but also a fucking mess and won’t listen to anyone else’s opinion. she’ll take comfort, but not advice.

feminist buddhist bisexual vegetarian for human rights and animal welfare. standing on a soapbox shouting about the climate in the quad, shoving flyers into your hands. flyers everwhere. she turns up at your grandmas funeral and shoves one into her mouth. she’s stolen the mic from the vicar to talk about pandas.

says “mother of pearl” and “heavens to betsy”.

had an affair with her married piano teacher and he’s now facing a custody battle and his wife is leaving him and tessa has completely internalised that guilt despite her being the victim in the scenario

aesthetics: paint splattered jeans, loose curls spilling from a scrunchie, thrifted blouses in bright yellow, guzzling coffee in the library at three am when a term paper’s due, shoddily illustrated campaign posters to save endangered species, polaroids plastered to your bedroom walls with scribbled dates on the frames, jumping into a stack of autumn leaves, jumping off piers in the summer months and stripping off your wet clothes on the beach, digging your thumbs into peaches to leave a bruise, smoking with the extractor fan on to hide the smell, bath bombs, letting the girls at lush rub samples all over your skin, cacti with knitted bobble hats, decorative pillows and sun and moon blanket throws, basic bitch fairy lights hanging from every single window, painting the name of the boys you’ve loved inside your wardrobe door.

studies fine art and philosophy, and wants to become either a lecturer or the first woman president. vibe wise, very similar to leslie knope, missy from big mouth, and basically the naive everygirl with a high opinion of themselves trope

gets drunk off like one double vodka lemonade because she’s small and she’s a pretty messy wild drunk. it’s when slutty tessa comes out, and the next day she’ll thoroughly regret every choice made and decide she’s never drinking again and cutting out all men and starting daily sudoko

on the cheerleading team and is a flyer, which she sees as a HUGE responsibility and she works really hard to make sure she’s on it for her team. one of those get up at 7am and go to the gym before school types its sickening

she had a really traumatic time at high school because there was a shooting in her school. she was in the next classroom when it happened, and she lost one of her friends in the shooting. she had to take two months off school, was diagnosed with depression and put on anti-depressants because of it. in her 2nd year of uni she was rediagnosed with bipolar disorder and anxiety, which she’s now on medication for. she can be really good for several months at a time and feel super creative and determined (she actually finds manic periods helpful for her creativity n art, n sadly sometimes doesn’t take her meds in these periods to push herself more which is obvs super bad.....). but when the bad periods come they can also last months n she had to take a semester out of school last year because of her mood, so she should be a senior by now but she’s retaking junior year

she attends weekly stress-management sessions prescribed by her doctor which she finds pointless.

very childish in the sense that she can only see her own point of view and kind of views herself as the “protagonist” and thinks her ideas are super important and life changing and she IS Destined for Greatness! despite being pretty much average af

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STATS

age: 22

height: 5'2"

positive traits: kind-hearted, gregarious, selfless, philosophical, open minded, idealistic, courageous, feisty, charismatic, loyal, adventurous.

negative traits: stubborn, hot-headed, reticent, escapist, self-destructive, easily led, naive, troubled, complicated, stepford smiler, envious, overdramatic, explosive.

distinguishing Marks: heart-shaped birthmark on the right of her chest, splattering of freckles across the cheeks during summer months, full lips, large eyes, porcelain features, long wavy hair, tattoo of a bird and a cage on her ankles and a basic bitch arrow tat on her wrist (srry to anyone with an arrow tat).

skills: jack-of-all-trades, talented pianist, perceptive, knows the correct way to throw a punch, good survival instinct, is able to remain calm in stressful situations, endures, artistic, excels in academic studies, hard-working and self-motivated, expert liar and talented actress.

likes: wolves, vintage thrift store fashion, old leather-bound books, left-wing democratic politics, cigarettes, poetry, John Hughes movies, cold coffee, hot tea, the sound of laughter, staying up til 4am having deep conversations, Tchaikovsky, having deep conversations about life, stationary, DC Comics, horoscopes, winged eyeliner, cats, knee-high socks, house music, abandoned buildings, studio ghibli, the smell of the earth after rain, Wes Anderson films, herbal tea, old people, solitude, esoteric things, the smell of freshly baked bread, Charles Bukowski, the moon.

fears: death, oblivion, global warming, losing those she loves, isolation, clowns, guns, enclosed spaces.

nicknames: Tess, T-Dog, Tessie, Socrates, Princess, Sunshine Girl, Florence Nightingale.

alignment: Neutral Good

MBTI type: INFP

BIOGRAPHY

tw school shooting

Her story begins with Cordelia Costello, a twenty-three year old college drop-out, turned beautician, turned columnist, turned intern at a local publishing company. She was a youthful, beautiful, siren of a women, always surrounded by an aura of enigma and an entourage of men. It was no surprise to the gossips in the office that within six months working at the company, Cordelia had added to her list another title – mistress to Franklin Hozier, the Editor of the New York Times. After two blissful months and three hundred and twenty seven orgasms, Cordelia decided she wanted a baby. Franklin laughed in her face. Feeling isolated and used, Cordelia continued her affair with her boss’ boss for another month, before deciding to take matters into her own hands.

It started with a turkey baster.

Soon the infant cries of a baby girl graced the world, her wrinkled skin puckered and pink as her mother held her in her arms, glancing upon the most beautiful thing in her life. Once Tessa, named after Cordelia’s favourite literary heroine, entered the world, Franklin left her life and things took a turn for the better. Despite living in a rented one-bedroom apartment in Staten Island, on what little money Cordelia had saved, Tessa’s childhood years were filled with nothing but the happiest of memories. Times were tough, but what they lacked in money, the Costello’s made up in love. While Tessa was at school, Cordelia did odd jobs cleaning, child-minding, working in local nurseries, in order to save up enough money to give her daughter the best start in life.

Despite what she had been led to believe by television shows and teen movies, the first few years of High School were some of the best years of her life. Tessa threw herself into a multitude of activities that High School offered her, including the drama club, the orchestra, choir, badminton and the school newspaper. While she certainly wasn’t considered ‘popular’ at school, Tess had a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. In fact, High School was a place where she made some of the greatest memories of her life, but come her final year, it was also a place where she was haunted by some of her worst.

On the January 17th of Tessa’s senior year of high school, a shooting took place in Westville High School. For two hours Tessa locked herself in a supply cupboard, her head between her knees as she tried to stay silent despite the screams of horror from the corridor. Eighteen students were caught in the crossfire, two of which were Tessa’s best friends. Bouquets of flowers, laminated photographs, Teddy Bears in cling-film bags attached to balloons littered the streets as families and friends came to pay tribute to the eighteen students withered before they had a chance to bloom.

It took two months of therapy before Tessa could return to school. Some of the survivors could never return due to the horrors that their eyes had laid witness to. Sometimes Tessa felt like a part of her had died with the friends that were stolen from her too soon, but one thought kept her going through: she had survived, she was alive and breathing, and she could not afford to loose a second of the precious time she had been granted on this earth. Despite the nightmares that continued to haunt her each night, Tessa found in the aftermath of the disaster a new sense of motivation. She began applying for scholarships for colleges without her mother’s knowledge, in the hope that her academic success would be enough to carry her through further education. Thankfully, it was, and after three torturous months of waiting Tess was offered an arts scholarship to her dream school, Lockwood University, where she hoped she could finally start to rebuild her life.

THE PRESENT:

Life at university was like a separate world. Students came and went like moths among the whisperings and the tequila and the stars. In this new world, Tessa was exposed for the first time in her life to alcohol, drugs, and the sexual appetites of other students her age – though she politely declined all three. Instead, Tessa threw herself into the vast array of activities in the hope that by distracting herself she could escape the terrible flashbacks that continued to haunt her. Tessa joined the lacrosse team, despite never having played before, and took up cheerleading discovering a new talent; she joined the musical theatre group, and the film club, and even set up her own acapella singing society. But despite how much she tried to throw herself into student life, her past hung around her like a bad smell, and with the added pressure of the Sinking Ships zine, Tess began to feel the weight of her secret tying her down like a pair of shackles around her wrists.

PERSONALITY:

If someone was to describe Tessa in a single word, it would most likely be ‘bubbly’, ‘open-minded’ or ‘sweet’. But they would be wrong – Tessa is not bubbly, or sweet, or stubborn, or hotheaded, or fiesty, or infectious, or any of the things the world see her as, but merely a numb and lonely echo of the gregarious, halcyon girl she once was. Tessa Costello was one of life’s enigmas. No one knew who she was, for to each person she met she wore a different mask – she dripped confidence, or was painfully shy; she was an exhibitionist, or a brooding wallflower; she took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was an actress and the world was her stage, each person she met a different member of the audience in the performance of her life. In truth, Tessa no longer even recognised herself. Insecure, and self-destructive, she tried to hang on to the extroverted, mischievous pieces of herself that everyone had once loved, but day by day it got harder to know what lay in the vacant holes blown through her mind. While she was stubborn and hot-headed, Tessa always saw the best in people, which meant that she was easily led astray. While she had grown up learning to be street smart and astute, she was idealistic and allowed silly fantasies to cloud her mind. By nature, she was passionate, which lead her to misimagine and romanticise those she met. Despite the hell she had witnessed, and the anxiety that feasted upon her, she believed that people were innately good and that to have courage and be kind could cure anyone of their sadness – yet she was unable to cure herself.

TWITTER:

@500daysoftessa: i blame disney films and musicals for my high expectations of men

@500daysoftessa: i am in love with the boy who works at starbucks. today i asked for a double latte and he gave me a tripple, which i think is proof that my love is requited. our children will be smart and talented and beautiful.

@500daysoftessa: little known historical fact: pharaohs were burried with their hands crossed over their chests because it was a popular belief there would be countless water slides in the after life.

#huntingtonintro #pounce on me for plots #tw school shooting #tw bipolar disorder #tw depression

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Idk if you’ve done this but: taako just keeps doing dangerous stuff(probably with lup if we’re being real) because his boyfriend is death and it’s no biggie if he dies

tread carefully for discussion of death and suicidal ideation!

There’d been a world that had ended like this, in fire and brimstone and ash clogging up his lungs, clouding his eyes and making it impossible to think, or breathe, or do anything other than wait for the ceiling above him to come plummeting down and turn his bones to dust.

He’d laughed about it on the cycle that followed—“C’mon, Lulu, you’ve gotta admit to the irony there.”

“There were children in there, Taako,” was all she’d said.

“Dead children,” he’d replied, a little too sharply, and the ice that coated his voice provided momentary reprieve from the burning, screaming memory of what had only been seconds ago.

Except this isn’t a memory. He’s far too familiar with the liminal, off-kilter sensations that chase after him in his worst flashbacks, turning the world around him into the dredges of an unreliable recollection; scenery that shifts as suddenly as he does. This isn’t the paralyzing stillness of a night terror that holds him in stasis, pressing through his chest and slowly crushing him alive. He feels the wood beneath him burning through his shirt, and crumpling under his weight, and he can’t move. He can’t move and everything is burning and the world is ending.

The world is ending, and Taako laughs.

He wheezes into the blackened air, wracked with shuddering fits of mirth and a whirlwind hysteria that would sweep him off his feet if he wasn’t already on the ground. “Well,” he rasps, “we’ll get ’em next time, won’t we? Adios and—“ Taako’s ribcage rattles in a violent, wrenching cough. “And—and sayonara, right?”

He’s—

He saying goodbye but the world isn’t ending, he’s—

He’s made a terrible miscalculation—

What happens next doesn’t fill his vision with light.

Instead, what happens next grabs his collar and drags him headlong into a space that shifts, tilts, and ripples with iridescence. In the next moment, Taako’s lungs are assaulted with fresh air, and he gags and chokes on it; has to turn on his side and hack up congealed smoke. The ground is cool and hard beneath him. Tile. He’s on someone’s floor. And there’s a voice shouting in the background; high, sharp, piercing through the ringing in his ears.

The world isn’t ending. He’s not back on the Starblaster. In fact, he knows this tile, because he’d had it installed himself; it is, after all, the only acceptable flooring for a decent kitchen. And now someone’s on their knees next to him and talking to him, lifting him up, but all he can think about is what a nice shade the ceiling is and how it really opens up the space. There’s a light fixture above him that he recognizes, too, because he’d insisted on it during their first furniture shopping trip. It’s a little gaudy, and slightly too glitzy for an otherwise nondescript apartment, but that too is a work in progress.

And he knows this because—

Taako tries to pull in another breath and realizes it’s getting harder, and he knows what that means, which is that he’s about to waste an afternoon backed up at the offices of the astral plane. Except that makes entirely no sense, because none of this matters—he’s going to reform in hours, if not minutes. Rewind. Reset. The universe will knit him back together, free of scars and burns and the pressure of too much smoke clogging his lungs.

And he knows this because—

He isn’t allowed to finish his train of thought, because a melody drifts overhead and Taako’s eyes grow leaden, weighed down by the promise of sleep. It’s an easy temptation to succumb to. He’s exhausted, and his body even moreso, and regardless of however he dies this cycle he deserves a little R&R. And that’s when something twinges in his gut—wrong, wrong, it whispers, like it knows something he doesn’t. But he ignores it. He lets the song sweep him away, further into unconsciousness.

“Rest, love,” says a man’s voice overhead.

And Taako falls.

“He was just—I mean, shit, he was just lying there, Kravitz. He could’ve gotten up and he just didn’t. I had to drag him to the fuckin’ rift, and he looked like—he didn’t even know I was there.”

“He wasn’t flashing back, was he?”

“No way for me to tell. But if he was, I just… it was a bad one. The building was coming down around us and he didn’t make a move.”

Their voices filter through a thick soup of awareness, muddled and viscous and clinging to him as he fights his way into wakefulness. Taako’s head is light. He tries to sit up and the world starts to spin, so he settles for pushing himself up into a semi-recline. The room around him is still moving like a supercharged Fantasy Tilt-A-Whirl, but this time he can pick out colors and textures—the art on the walls around him, for instance, and the silk of the chaise beneath him. The chaise he and Kravitz had picked out together. The one he’d approved after a heated discussion over the pros and cons of extended sofas.

He’s home.

Taako goes to open his mouth, to say something clever—or literally anything, for that matter, to prove to himself he hasn’t gone and gotten his vocal cords incinerated—but all that comes out is a strangled, grating sound that scrapes against his throat. Immediately the two vaguely fuzzy figures at the other end of the room are on their feet. “Thank the gods,” says Kravitz, and he’s the first to reach Taako’s side, looking faint with relief. “Oh, Taako. We were so worried.”

“Yeah. About that.” Lup’s smile pulls taut across her face as she grabs Kravitz’s arm. She leans in to murmur to him, and Taako’s ears twitch, straining to listen in. “He’s not lucid, y’know? That healer dosed him up with enough potions to knock out an army. We’re not gonna get anything out of ’im even if we do play good cop, pissed-off cop. And believe me, I intend to interrogate the fuck outta him when he’s back to being himself.”

“Oh, hell,” Taako drawls in their general direction. “Somebody’s in trouble. And that, uh, somebody is me. I dunno why I said it like that.”

Lup’s head snaps back around in his direction, and they scrutinize him with bone-deep exhaustion in their faces. He wants to tell them exactly what had happened, that his mind just flaked sometimes and it was nothing more than that, but when he goes to speak the words trip and get tangled up in each other before they can escape. He’s not lucid, Lup had said. Taako’s brain knows what this means, but for the life of him he can’t piece together the implications.

“Oh, c’mon, Lulu,” he says, reaching towards her with a loose hand. “Give it to me—heh—give it to me straight. What’d I… what’d I do this time, huh?”

Lup’s jaw is set, which he knows means she’s angry, but he can’t bring himself to worry about it. “Taako,” she starts, and then, “babe. You, uh… you chose a real bad time to take a nap. Do you remember anything about that?”

He does. “Sure,” Taako slurs. “ ’S, uh… Cycle 61? It was when—when everything was on fire, tha’s it.”

His sister sits back like he’s shoved her. “Cycle 61,” she says to Kravitz. “We, uh… we died together in that one. End of the year, world was going to shit, I went in to try and get some kids out of a burning building. Taako went in after me. We both took in a lotta smoke, I got crushed… I think he did too. It just came down on top of us.”

Kravitz goes pale, and it sticks with razor-sharp clarity through the haze in Taako’s mind. He’s made his boyfriend worry, and lucid or not, Taako knows there’s nothing he hates more. “Hey,” he says, reaching out for Kravitz’s arm. “Hey. Hey. ’S fine. No big deal. ’M all fine now, see? Taako’s all in one piece. Doesn’t matter anyway.”

“What doesn’t matter?” Kravitz catches his meandering hand in one cool palm.

“Oh, y’know,” says Taako. “Dyin’. No… no big deal, right? No big deal during the, uh… the century, no big deal now. Gotta pretty sweet deal when your—your future mother-in-law’s life ’n death ‘n your boyfriend’s gotta handle on alla that, right?”

He’s more than pleased with his line of reasoning there, but Kravitz’s eyes flick to Lup, who’s looking more disturbed by the second. “He was flashing back to the century,” she says. “I thought that was why he wasn’t doing jack shit, but he—Taako, honey, do you remember what we were doing back there? In the burning building?”

Something about spell components. He tries to say so, and it comes out as painfully garbled, but Lup seems like she gets the gist. “He’s got the basics,” she murmurs. “Flashback seems like it’s over, which is good, but…”

“You said he’s not lucid. He might not know what he’s saying.”

“If this were anybody else I’d agree with you, but Taako’s a fucking liar on his best days. If he’s not talking nonsense there’s a good chance he’s telling the gods-given truth.” Lup kneads her forehead with two fingers. “So this isn’t just about the flashback. You dumbass. Taako, what happens when you die?”

“Hachi-machi,” Taako manages, through what feels like a mouthful of cotton. “Tha’s a real deep question, isn’t it?”

“You know what I mean.”

He shoots her a lazy smirk. “Easy. Kick it, drop in on the family, shake up the astral plane. Rinse ’n repeat, back in time for dinner. No… no big deal, ’s what I said. Who cares?”

“Taako,” says Kravitz. He’s not quite meeting Taako’s lazy stare, training his eyes instead on the rings stacked on Taako’s fingers. “Acting as an emissary of the Raven Queen comes with—with its benefits, of course, but if you die, you—you die. I can’t barter with the passage of life and death.”

“Yeah,” says Lup, and she looks furious all over again, simmering with frustration that rolls off her in waves. “So when you pull dumb shit like that—”

“Okay, he’s—he’s high off his—”

“No. He’s talking like—I mean, ‘Who cares’? I thought he was past that. I thought we were all past that. The only reason I agree to do dangerous shit with him anymore is because I trust him, but he’s not—he’s not who I left behind, okay? Treating death like it’s a joke—I mean I get he hasn’t exactly had conventional experiences with it, but this shouldn’t be—it shouldn’t be happening, okay? It shouldn’t—“

She stands up, and the sudden movement sends ripples through Taako’s field of vision, and—well, that’s not normal. Lup presses the heels of her hands to her eyes and breathes out, and he can see her shoulders shaking.

“Fuck,” she mutters into her sleeves. “I’m sorry. It’s been…”

“A rough day,” Kravitz finishes. “I know.”

“You’re a doll.” Lup sighs and looks back at the kitchen. “I’m gonna make everybody some coffee, and, uh… I guess try and get in contact with Merle. Dunno when his adventure thing is ending, but it’s worth a go, I guess. Mocha for you?”

He gives her an affirming smile, and she returns it with a weaker, distinctly un-Lup-like grin before she retreats to the kitchen. Kravitz stays with Taako, thumbing over his knuckles and watching his face with something that walks the line between confusion and knife’s edge concern. And Taako hates it—he knows he hates it, that this is wrong, that he’s made Kravitz worry for no reason. But the reassurances don’t come. Instead he shifts on his side and says, in a conspiratorial whisper, “Lup makes fuckin’ terrible coffee.”

A choked laugh drifts from the kitchen adjacent. Kravitz’s smile morphs into something exhausted but endeared. “She doesn’t need to know that.”

“I think… she already does. She’s real smart, y’know.” Taako’s eyelids are starting to flutter again. “I think she’s upset with me.”

“She’s worried,” says Kravitz. “We both were. You were in bad shape.”

“Yeah, but…” He takes in a soft breath, and his hand begins to loosen in Kravitz’s. “Doesn’t matter, right? N’worries?”

And then the world dissolves into a thick, liquid film, and it drags him down, further from the light and the bitter aroma of burnt coffee and Kravitz’s hand around his. Far from the burning, screaming memory. Far from the century and the flashbacks that cling to him like a layer of cold sweat. Far from the voice that drifts overhead and tells him You do know we’d miss you terribly, don’t you? We care about you—we love you, Taako…

And Taako falls.

#ivyfoxpictures #ask #the adventure zone #taz balance #taakitz #lup #fic #mine #death cw /#hhhhhooo boy this is a heavy one folks #please be careful mdears

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