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older! eddie x fem! reader

summary: when your bf skips town /‘s you can’t pay your rent, you put on your best outfit and knock on your landlord’s door begging for forgiveness

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the Eddie edit

w/c: 3.8k

t/w: 18+ ONLY —heavy smut, degrading, hair pulling, mouth fucking, choking, edging, switch!, daddy!kink

He was an asshole to extraordinary proportions. A life full of mold covered lemons would do that to a person. You were nervous, to approach him. But something told you he’d hear you out— listen to you. Maybe even be sympathetic to your pleads.

Yeah right.

As if he were made of anything but pure hatred. Toxicity swirled in his veins, his poisoned skin covered by decades worth of tattoos; all dark and sharp edged.

His peppered scruff balanced out his naturally soft eyes. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A scowl that would make any resident of Forest Hills Trailer Park think twice about crossing. But you were left with no choice. When Trey had ditched town with the human bicycle Chrissy Cunningham, you were short on rent. Bills were tight, and you often ate in the dark, or by candle light. Anything to save a bit of money.

And that’s what led you here. Standing at your landlord’s door. Putting on an extra swipe of lipgloss, making sure to curl your hair, and wear a low cut tank top, the only push up bra you owned, and some cheap lashes from the mall— you knocked politely on the sun faded door. Hoping for some sort of a miracle that Mr. Munson would take pity on you.

One knock. Nothing.

Another. Still nothing.

It’s not until you are slapping your hand into the door that a voice behind you startles you nearly out of your too short skirt.

“What’d’ya need?” He’s covered in motor oil and grease, standing below you on the dirt and sparse grass covered ground, wiping his hands on a once red rag, a ring of sweat around his white tank top, bandana wrapped around his head, cigarette hanging gingerly from his slack lips.

He remembers the day you had moved in, it was freezing cold in early February. All by yourself, moving things one at a time in a shitty old Buick he hadn’t seen around since his high school days. He wanted to offer his help, something he didn’t give to anyone. But something about the way you smiled as he showed you around the dingy shithole of a trailer, voicing your opinions on what could be spruced up, made him hate you a little bit less.

Everyone in the park knew not to bother Eddie. He was a grumpy, mean son of a bitch and his patience was rail fucking thin. The Johnson’s dog went missing? No shit, he was the one who called animal control to come and pick it up, fucker had fleas and probably rabies. Can I paint the kitchen? Fuck no. The sink isn’t working at lot 8. Call a mechanic. And just for the annoyance he upped their rent $100.

Seeing you on his steps, dressed like that, sparkly tits, and your bra showing through your tank top had his dick twitching in his pants. Of course you were a smoke show, and he was honestly surprised to hear that ol’ what’s his face ran out on you with Chrissy Cuntingham. Her shit had been rode hard and put away wet more times that could be accounted for. Bitch still wore her homecoming tiara and had her green and orange pom poms in the back window of her car— despite the fact that graduation was more than 25 years ago. Worse than an alleycat, and smelling like one, Chrissy mostly kept herself busy by buying the minors alcohol or showing her many “party tricks” to the bachelors of the park. Sitting on his porch, smoking a joint like he did every night, Eddie took note of the black jeep that showed up every Thursday outside trailer 6, a graying head of suave douche boy hair could only be one person, Jason Carver.

He took note that your trailer, right next to his, was full of screaming and yelling when your boyfriend was home. A noise all too familiar in the trailer park, bouncing off Eddie’s ears like birds chirping.

But when he was gone? The window to your bedroom would be cracked open ever so slightly, propped open with the soft cover of Stephen King’s IT. The kitten purr of a vibrator and your delicate moans sang out to him. A siren amongst lonely fishermen, calling out to them in song of entrapment only to eat their souls, bodies never found amongst the dark sea bed. At first he thought it was wrong to listen, wrong to hear your pleasuring yourself, but he had sworn he heard his name on your lips, more than once. Fisting his cock angrily to your voice, your wet mouth, swollen lips from him sucking on them, pretty little pussy aching for him. He didn’t need playboys anymore when he had your face to imagine. And imagine he had.

What would your sweet pussy look like wrapped around his cock? Would you swallow his load down your throat if he asked, demanded you to? Sweet thing like you wouldn’t have to worry about anything if you were his. The choked laugh after he finishes all over his hand makes him shake his head at the idea. He didn’t know your age, old enough to be on your own but definitely not 45 like he was. Visions of your sugar plum tits bouncing in his face as you rode him on the itchy couch in his living room, lulled him to sleep most nights.

He saw a peek of a tattoo on your side when you were hanging clothes on the line. Your body drove him in, his eyes melting around your curves, the swell of your ass in the jean cut off shorts you wore. When you saw him staring you waved him over, a devilish grin on your lips, a wanting sparkle in your eye.

He knew your type, trouble. And oh fuck the trouble he would love to be in. He’d never volunteered to fix anyone's appliances. But your silky saccharine voice had him calling a mechanic in a few days time, would have been sooner if he could have tore his eyes away from your tanned legs, but he kept those extra days all to himself, whimpering at night with a sore cock your name on his breath. It had been seven months of you living next door, your vibrator turned on like clockwork every day your boyfriend left for work.

And now here you are. Looking at him with “fuck me” eyes and a glossy smile on your lips. Those same lips purring out pleasantries about how fuck face left you and you were needing an extension on rent. The swell of the summer sun hit your cheeks, making you glow like some love sick angel on his steps. He was fucked. And soon— you would be too.

“So what?” He tried to gamble, tried to keep his hard facade, “an extension and then what’s next? You’re gonna tell all your little friends that I give hand outs to the needy? Oh no doll, not today.”

He pushes his way around you and into his trailer, the pungent smell of too strong incense burns your nostrils as you hold the door from him shutting it.

“Please, Mr. Muns—.”

“Eddie,” he grumbles.

“Eddie, please— I’m begging you,” the glimmer of a tear welling in your eyes, your voice dipping low into an almost whisper as you made your way inside, shutting the door behind your back and feeling around for the lock, “I’ll do anything.”

Eyes dripping of sex appeal and lust, you tip your tongue to the center of your top lip, eyeing his tightened jeans and you swear you see his dick twitch beneath the stretched denim.

Cock at full alert he shakes his head, his head dipped low and eyeing you up and down, lip bit between his teeth. A low groan in his throat, he talks in a gritting whisper, “Don’t start something you can’t finish sweetheart.”

“Oh I plan on finishing, big boy,” you hum walking towards him, devilish grin planted on your lips, “I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that, will we daddy?”

Fuck. Not even touching you yet and Eddie is rock hard, he could probably cum if you asked him to. Thanking a higher power that he wasn’t twenty anymore, he’s got years of stamina built under his worn leather belt. “You’re about to write a check your ass can’t cash doll, you sure this is what you want?”

“stop talking,” you breath, inches from his lips, he can taste the peach flavored lipgloss on his tongue, “and fuck me.”

Not needing any more of an okay than that, Eddie turns you around in a swift motion, a gasp escapes your lungs and he catches you before you stumble over your heels. He drags your hips down into him, your ass round and luscious on his stiffened length. He rips the neck of your tank top open exposing the mountainous swell of your chest and your cheap K-Mart bra. Pinching your laced nipples between his rough fingers, he rolls them like joints as his hot mouth assaults your neck, painting you, he sucks bruises into your neck, licking them better with tiny flicks of his satanic tongue and ending in a bite, marking you as his.

Pushing your ass into him you can feel his cock. His achingly girthy length has you soaking your panties, dripping wet just for him. His smokey smell is mixed with sweat as you angle your neck back against his shoulder, moaning into him as he sucks like a vampire into your neck. His stubble rubbing against your skin.

“Eddie,” you moan breathless into the humid air of his trailer.

He groans, your body pushed tight against him has his head spinning, drunk off your touch. Grabbing your skirt and yanking upward. Dripping in anticipation, your panties could be wrung out, your arousal pooling from the center and beading slowly to the ground. He hisses and hums when his finger first skates along the slick of your panties with a schlick, “fuck, all this for me doll?” He’s playing now, his thick fingers moving in lazy circles around your clit, your creamy pussy clenching desperately on nothing, you nod with a whimper.

“You gonna make all those pretty little noises I hear from your window once that dumbass you let fuck you leaves the house every day? Hmm? Didn’t think I could hear did you?” His cocky bravado kicks his cock up on your ass, sending a moan through your body as you rub deeper into him.

Quite the opposite actually

Purring into his neck you lick the expanse of skin he’s showcasing. Blowing hot on the slicked spit from your tongue, you rotate your hips to angle his fingers better on your clit, the sensitivity rolling like an electric current through your veins.

“I did it on purpose,” you confess breathlessly as Eddie’s fingers stop. “Watching you stare at me for months, I knew you’d touch yourself over me.”

Eddie groans gutturally twisting your body into the front door, back hitting the broken shades with a thud. In milliseconds he is on you, hot tongue lapping up your neck and biting with enough force to break skin. No time to be patient to have you undress for him, he shoves your skirt up tipping your panties clean off. Your exposed pussy shuddering with his blown breath on your slick core. His devilish eager tongue expertly licks and teases your clit. Humming with each jerk of your body as the sensitivity makes you squirm. Tongue wiggling inside of you like an eel, your hands are gripping his hair for dear life, yanking at the roots like you’re pulling weeds. Your thigh is on his shoulder, the leg on the ground begins to shake as your first orgasm rips like a tidal wave through you. Head thrown back against the door, moaning loud enough for the entire park to hear— you don’t care.

Your noises stir Eddie’s arousal even more. Whimpering as he grip him impossibly tighter he a broken, “fuck,” into your folds as he goes back for seconds, “you’re gonna get me into trouble, pussy so fucking sweet.” His lips are wet, your arrival shining like pretty lipgloss allover hos chin and lips. Already spent from the teasing and the damn breaking, Eddie hikes you up over his shoulder, your bare volumtuous ass bouncing with every step. He throws you onto a king sized bed, unmade and reeking of weed. Rolling papers on the night stand along with several lighters you aren’t given much time before Eddie kicks his jeans off, boxer briefs do him justice as his cock jumps to his belly when he unthreads his legs from them. Pearly beads of pre cup drip from the thick head.

Eddie leans forward and places a thick hand on your neck, your vision blurs and returns with each grip he threatens and releases his teeth biting your lips, slow drops of blood seep from his bites, he licks the wounds clean.

“Havent used rubbers since the 80’s and I won’t, so are you on the pill or are we ending this right now?”

“Pill,” you warble, chords of your neck strained against his hand.

“Thatta girl,” he praises, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “I’m gonna fill you up full with my cum you’ll be leaking it out for hours.. maybe days.”

Tears sting your eyes at the thought of his glorious pearly cum deep in your walls painting them pretty, “please daddy, I need it.”

Eddie grins, “so needy baby, you want this cock?” he asks, flicking it through your folds, a noise resembling macaroni and cheese is blasts from your core, he groans deep, “so fucking wet,” his lip is almost bit in half with how he’s trying to hide his excitement, “I’m gonna wreck this sweet pussy so you won’t be able to walk home.”

Whimpering like a bitch in heat, Eddie flips you over, angles your ass up, slapping each cheek hard enough a red hand print sized welt develops almost immediately, he pushes all of himself into you, bottoming out as you moan and cry thanking God in your head as you’re split open, a welcomed pain. Spit soaks his sheets from your mouth when he pulls out, “oh you can take it, honey, don’t fucking quit on me.”

“I’m n—,” gasping loudly when he spits harshly on your ass. Rubbing his thumb against the pink button. The new sensation brings color to your closed eyes, stars and shapes of all size float in your closed mind, your pussy clenched harder around Eddie as you whine his name.

“Yeah?” Eddie moans, “told you daddy would take care of you, that needle dick can’t make you feel like this can he?”

you try to choke out a ‘no’ but no noise comes out, your head is thrown back violently as Eddie grabs your hair in one hand and pounds mercilessly into you.

Eddie is grunting with each slap of his heavy sack against your clit, “this is what you came here for right? Bad girl can’t pay her rent so she came to fuck the owner in exchange?” His taunting only makes you wetter, makes you clench his harder as you come undone for the second time. Screaming his name until you’re breathless. Panting and sweating like you ran a marathon. He gives you one more deep thrust of his hips and watches you fall forward.

“Look at the mess you made you little whore,” Eddie spits, venom laced words on that glory filled tongue, as he drags you by your hair to look at his soaked cock, “lick it up, want you to know how fucking sweet you taste.”

Eddie flips you over like a rag doll, positioning you the way he wants. Head dangling off the mattress, Eddie groans as he jams his cock into your throat, holding it there and choking you simultaneously. He reached to the night stand and grabs a black small vibrator placing it on your clit. The vibrations make you moan and choke around his length and against his hand. Eyelids fluttering shut you’re positive you can’t breathe, just when you’re about to pass out he brings you back, letting you breathe for a few seconds, chuckling to himself as you enter the hazy bliss of intoxicating euphoria. Your body convulses under his. Begging for a third orgasm, you can taste the earthy tang of your release and Eddie’s pre cum mix on your tongue.

His girth fills your throat completely, barely leaving room for your own tongue in your mouth. He’s dripping sweat onto your own body you can feel it slip from your belly button down into the curve of your neck. Eddie's hair is swaying in conjuncture with his hips slamming home against your face. Using your mouth like his own fist has you soaking the sheets, clit over stimulated, a deep bruise settling inside the soft silk of your velvet folds. A bruise you’d wear proudly for weeks to come.

Slapping your face as you gag lightly, mind steadily focusing on the jerking of your legs and the vibrating pulse of your cunt. Eddie shushes you reassuring you, tauntingly “someone too big for their britches huh? Work through it, sweetheart— that’s it, fuck good girl,” he chokes a whimper down his own throat as your tongue swirls around him. “Christ, swallowing what I give you, such a good girl for daddy.” Eddie thrusts one more deep cant of his hips into your mouth groaning deeply when you hollow your cheeks. Letting you breathe freely.

“You like that? Like me using you like a worthless fucking toy?” Eddie lifts you up to his face by your hair, kissing your lips delicately, you nod and whimper as he harshly sucks and nips at your neck leaving purpling marks in his wake.

Unabashedly you scratch your long nails into his chest, leaving your own mark on him as he groans against your skin. “My turn,” you whisper as you crawl into a standing position in front of him. Kissing him sweetly and pulling his bottom lip between your teeth, he whimpers at your touch. A tantalizing smile radiates across your lips. Eddie Munson a switch? Who knew? Pushing his shoulders backwards he falls on the bed, curtains of curls cascade around him and his face is turned up in shock then to a satanic grin.

Wiggling your tight skirt down your body you stand in only your heels.

“Fuck, you are a goddess.” Eddie groans, stroking his thick length in slow rhythmic motions as he stares at your body shamelessly, you climb towards him on his messy sheets between his legs your poor abused throat sore and bruised from his animalistic fucking.

His chest is littered with tattoos both old and new, faded and blown out lines mixed amongst sharp edged fresh ones stark against his pale skin. Blistering red lines decorate him from your nails earlier. Knees on either side of his hips you slot your pussy lips against his needy thick cock, sliding forward and back again, your hands on his chest for leverage. Leaning up on his elbows and moving you both backwards so he can rest his back against the headboard, he scants forward to kiss you but you push his forehead away dumbly.

Tsking and using few words to speak with a hoarse voice you whisper, “no touching.” Grinding your hips down into him, pocketing his cock in your slick folds like a sword in a sheath, you lick a stripe up his neck and land at this ear, your pretty moans singing to him like a demon seeking a naive victim. His hips jump with each roll of your own, desperate for relief he whimpers and whines as he’s close and you retreat. Starting all over again. After the third go around his bangs are stuck to his forehead, cheeks warm with a frustrated, worked up blush as you edge him again and again.

“Mmm’ fuck that’s a good cock daddy,” you moan as you come hard on his cock again making a mess yet again, he groans as you milk him for all he’s worth, your creamy pussy clenching against him, and your denial of his release is too much for him. “you wanna come for me?”

Eddie nods in spent anticipation, practically tearing up from being so worked up and being able to release himself. “Please— I can’t,” he groans, as you start grinding on him again, only this time you give in, hugging him in a pinky sheath of gummy walls and slick floors. “Christ,” he melts as you bounce atop his cock, dragging your hips backward and forward helping him hit the spot you so desperately craved from him. His thick hands are on your hips moving you to his liking, a pebbled nipple in his mouth makes you cry out his name as he pumps into you holding you still.

He slaps your ass, “I’m gonna come, shit, fuck!” He hums your name as hot ropes of his thick release coats your walls and floods out you don’t stop riding him, coaxing every last drop out of him until he’s hissing through his teeth as his softened length falls out of you, hot, reddened and aching.

Eddie pulls you to him, kissing your neck and scooting you both down the bed. “Think you’re my favorite tenant,” he laughs as you lay motionless on top of him, both breathing heavily.

“Jesus, I’d hope so, but maybe Miss Richard’s comes over here to get some money knocked off her rent,” you tease, tracing circles into his spotty chest hair, “heard she’s real pretty in her nightgown, just gotta be careful of her poligrip.”

He laughs again, smacking your ass, “you’re a fuckin’ brat y’know that?”

“And you’re a filthy fucker, quite the pair I’d say,” you spit before biting his chest.

Eddie yanks you by your hair to look you in the eyes, “not every day a pretty baby like you comes knocking on my door to rattle my cage and get free rent. But I’d like if you came over more often, that attitude needs adjusting.”

“oh really?” you question, hand under your chin like you’re bored as you roll your eyes, “and your old ass is gonna be the one to tame me huh?”

You spend a greater part of the night bent over Eddie’s knee, his studded belt in his hand as he whips you again and again. Tears spill from your eyes, and coat his thighs. Eddie’s sadistic ass only grins, a joint hanging limply from his lips, shushing you softly, “don’t cry honey, I told you your ass wouldn’t be able to cash that check.”

👅 I’m gonna go touch grass now

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take the upper hand | carmen berzatto x reader

push the reset button we're becomin' something new

description: carmen berzatto is stubborn and anxious and doesn't always know how to express himself. your best friend drags you to a party that carmen knows you'll be at and he shows up to make amends and thank god he does because he saves you from dealing with some drunk asshole.

content warnings: angsty!! drinking/party scene, shitty drunk guy w/ a shitty guy mentality!!, reader gets hit on with one night stand suggestion tones, carmen's ready to swing, mentions of anxiety and jealousy. mentions of reader drinking. kissing, mentions of intimacy related scratches, some light smut references.

author notes: my first time posting something that isn't just smut!! also something that no one but me has read!! normally i always get a proof read, not today. but this idea has been rattling around in my ole noggin' for a minute now so here we are. reminder!! you are responsible for your own media consumption!! if this won't be your jam then there's tons of other fics in the sea (: ily thank you!

even if it's handcuffed i'm leavin' here with you

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The last place you wanted to be tonight was some house party in Wicker Park. With Pitbull, of all artists, playing so loud in the basement that the floor upstairs was still vibrating. Everything was sticky and stinky and you did not wanna be here.

But your best friend was hooked on this guy from her gym.

It didn’t help that Carmy recognized his name from high school and mumbled out some remark about, “Oh yeah, no Dave’s a pretty solid guy.” She was convinced it was a sign that they were meant to be. Not to mention she found his mom’s Facebook and a post from two years ago that included his birth time. The whole train ride over you listened to how compatible the two of them were and how much she loved that he was a Scorpio rising.

She had begged you to come to this God forsaken party and help put in a good word for her. Something had her convinced that if you mentioned just how well you were getting to know Carmen to this Dave guy that he would hold your opinion of her in higher regards.

And sure, maybe there was a part of you that hoped Carmen would be here even while the two of you were feuding. He knew it was coming up but couldn’t promise he’d be off in time - Something you got quite used to. It normally didn’t bother you that he had so many late nights at the resturant but when it rains, it pours and now you’re stuck sitting next to the sink littered cups filled with what can only be best described as some sort of horrific finance bro jungle juice. A mix of 1942 and fresh pressed juice.

Your nose wrinkles up at the smell but you’re quickly refocused at the booming sounds of Ethan Callaghan stumbling through the back door. Another man Carmy knew from high school but didn’t like as much. Something about always being too in-your-face. Though you were pretty sure he was close with the guy your best friend was currently hooking up with in some random bedroom down the hall.

The second his eyes land on you there’s a lopsided smile being thrown your way as he tries to fluff his hair and stand up as straight as possible. He’s stumbling into the kitchen with a full drink in hand, droning on and on about how he was ‘just so jealous’ that your friend went into that bedroom earlier. How nice it must be to not end the night alone. No pleasantries at all, just right into the whole lonely and horny act that was grossing you out.

No one particularly knew you and Carmy were together yet - He wasn’t the type who wanted to label right away and potentially mess things up and you weren’t the type to out your dating status to random drunken men either. Besides, you weren’t so sure that ‘I have a boyfriend’ would put an end to this pitiful man’s sob story.

As if, on queue and manifested right out of thin air, Carmen rounds the corner and takes a second to soak in the sight in front of him. You’re sitting there with your eyes trained on the water bottle in your hands. Ethan’s yapping away about how pretty you are and how big his apartment is. An excellent view in Streeterville that you’d love to see with the best brunch place in town two blocks away blah, blah, blah. Your shoulders are hunched over, body leaning away from Ethan as he stands at the window watching his reflecting in the window above the sink.

“Hey - Been looking for you.”

Carmen.

Your head whips around to the sight of his voice instantly. There’s a pang in your chest at the sight of him standing in front of you after you two had been apart for these last few days. He looked tired. Wearing a sweater he knows you love because he wants to look nice for you. God you wanted to run over and crash yourself against his chest. Screw the petty fight. Instead you’re stuck giving him a very pointed look, hoping he takes the hint to save you.

He’d be lying if there wasn’t a split second where Carmen feared you were actually going to go home with this loser until he saw the panic and annoyance written across your face. Ethan’s laughing at the sight of him. “Hey, Dude. Think we’re all good here, yeah?” Oh he hates this dick.

There’s a thick level of tension in the room as Carmen squares up his shoulders and steps further into the room. His eyes are trained on Ethan who clearly wasn’t expecting much of a fight out of Carmy. He stops when he’s standing between your knees, putting himself between the two of you. Something about the way he instantly turned possessive turned up a feeling deep in your stomach no matter how annoyed you still were.

“Pretty sure someone out back was looking for you, Dude. It doesn’t seem like anyone in here wants you around. Now either you’re too fucking dense to realize it or you don’t care that you’re not wanted, but I’m here to let you know. So I suggest running out back and getting the fuck out of our hair.”

Ethan’s clearly entertained while looking between the two of you, a playful glint in his eye. You’re silently begging him to walk away and find yourself bringing a hand up to put on the small of Carmen’s back. While you’ve never seen him actually fight, you’ve seen many scraps between him and Richie. Heard stories of him growing up and heard the Bachelor party story.

You’re fine not having your own fight stories to tell.

T-Pain is now blasting in the background and the contrast of people laughing and singing downstairs versus the situation you’ve found yourself in is making your head spin. The whole time your best friend is clueless and wrapped up in Mr. Scorpio Rising. She owes you big time. Like you’ve secured friend of the year already and she needs to throw a parade in your honor after going through this.

Ethan’s finally putting his hands up in the air, that shit eating grin still plastered across his features. “My bad, my bad. Didn’t know you were already claimed.” Claimed. Gross. Your fingers press into Carmy’s back, a silent plea to beg him not to escalate this even more. He’s laughing at the sight of the two of you before snagging a half finished bottle of vodka off the counter and backing up towards the back door.

Carmen steps out from between your legs and follows Ethan to ensure he leaves. Shoulders pushed back, chest puffed out. You’d find the sight entertaining if you still weren’t so on edge. Carmen Berzatto, your protector.

And sure, he’s probably just making this asshole someone else’s problem for the night but he doesn’t care. The main priority is getting you away from him and getting you safe.

You catch the sight of his curls out of the corner of your eye when Carmen returns and instantly steel your spine. The shift in the air now that Ethan is gone was thick. He was a distraction from the distance between you two but now you’re preparing yourself for another argument when really you had no energy left to give it. There was a small worry that he’d think you gave Ethan any inclination that you were interested. Even though you two had been tense, there was never anyone else but you but him. Even if you’re too stubborn to drop that information just yet.

Carmen’s quiet. His heavy boots against the floor make your heart beat faster. Everyone had scattered out of the kitchen when he walked Ethan out of there but not before giving you two a nervous glance as they went. Some probably disappointed there wasn’t a fight if we’re being honest.

“Hey.”

You don’t dignify him with a response. Crossing your arms over your chest and taking a sudden interest in the magnets that littered this guy’s fridge. Toying with the idea of putting the ‘Area 51 is for Lovers!’ magnet in your pocket. You figured you deserved something for going through this hell of a night.

He stops himself once he’s reached your side, the silence awkward and thick in the air. Carmy’s hand is on your knee now, his touch not as firm as you’re used to. The whiplash of emotions once again not helping either of you know just quite where you stand.

“M’still mad at you.”

He winces but he knew it was coming.

The two of you wallow in silence. Carmy’s just about to finally speak but someone stumbles in on the hunt for vodka, takes one look at the annoyance on your boyfriend’s face, before quickly muttering they’ll find it somewhere else.

And you still won’t look at him.

He’s grabbing at your waist now, pulling you from the counter and against his chest. You wanna protest but there’s still a buzz going through your body that makes it hard to think quick enough to push back. Plus God does he feel warm and smell so good.

Carmy’s walking backwards towards the fridge, waiting until his back is flush against it to slide down. Bringing down those magnets you wouldn’t stop staring at, family photos, whatever was in his way came with the two of you. He’s tugging you until you’re straddling his waist while he brings his knees up to support you. Grabbing a hold of your face, finally making you look at him and fuck he looks like shit close up. Dark circles, hair a little messier than he’d normally allow, a bit of fear deep in his eyes.

“You gotta tell me how to fix this.” It’s all unfamiliar territory for him. There wasn’t exactly a good example set for him growing up to say the least.

Four days ago Carmen watched as the barista at some coffee shop you wanted to go to flirted with you. That shit already annoyed him, but he tried to bite his tongue. Then your latte came out with a heart in the foam and you kept explaining that’s just how they all come out but he was jealous and possessive and didn’t know how to communicate that so instead the two of you fought in the car for an hour. It was so stupid and he’s been kicking himself in the ass ever since.

The past four days you refused to talk to him and had done a good job at dodging the situation. Normally you two fight, you fuck, and then you pretend everything’s okay. The cycle was getting old and wearing you down.

Until now.

You give a heavy sigh, reaching out to toy with the bottom hem of his shirt. Carmy really did look like it had been going through it so you’re throwing him a small bone. “Maybe not making me sit on a sticky floor would be a good start.” He’s muttering out this small laugh, thankful to hear anything coming out of your mouth let alone a joke, the sound vibrating against your fingertips and you hate how much it fills your heart.

He waits for the rest. The other shoe to fall. Every ounce of laughter is gone when you finally collect yourself enough for - “Do you think we’re good together, Carmen?” You can feel him stiffen under you, his hands gripping at your waist because he needs something to give him some stability.

A beat goes by. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Another beat, this time it’s Carmy who refuses to look at you. Eyes downcast and trained on your lap. “But I’m not sure I’m good for you.” You weren’t expecting that.

Once again silence falls between the two of you, still toying with the hem of his shirt before you lean in to bury your face in the crook of his neck. Taking a deep breath that’s filled with his cologne, faint smoke, and just Carmen that you’ve grown to crave. “You just gotta learn to trust me, Carmen. Outta everyone in this world, I’m the main one who never wants to hurt you. Especially for some barista with a fuckin’ comb over.”

You hoped he would laugh again, but the sound never comes. Instead you feel his arms go tight around your body, his knees coming up a bit more which makes you fully lean into his chest. He’s clinging to you, wishing so badly he knew what to say (or could let himself) say what he knows he needs to. Instead he’s just pressing a kiss to your head, sighing into your hair.

“I wanna be better for you. Just don’t know how.”

The two of you cling to each other and fight to get as close as possible. The distance apart these past four days has left the both of you physically aching for one another. It’s been hours, days of a tense heart and checking phones for texts neither of you knew how to send. You press a kiss against his neck, leaning back just enough to grab his face in your hands and stroke your thumbs over his cheeks.

“It’s scary for me too, y’know? This, us. You’re not alone in being scared but lashing out at me isn’t gonna solve anything. I’m not going anywhere, Carmy.” You take the first step in mending the relationship by leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. There’s a hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as if he’s still scared you’re going to change your mind and run off before he can realize it’s happening.

He’s letting you take the lead and only deepening the kiss once he feels your hands slide under his shirt. Fingers trailing along the toned skin while Carmey licks your bottom lip. Your hands glide around his back where you’re able to trace over healing scratches left on the skin from your last night together.

Your lips part and you take the lead once again, letting your tongue slide along his and giving a low moan into his mouth as you taste him. There’s the lingering taste of cigarettes mixed with black coffee and Carmen. Once again indescribable and simply him. His grip on you tightens up in response and you know if you’re not careful then you’ll end up disheveled and tangled up in the backseat of his car or bent over one of the sinks in a disgusting bathroom. Both options you refuse to pick over getting home and letting him properly make this up to you.

Dragging your nails along the healing marks, Carmen starts to lose track of his kissing. His grip on your neck tightening a bit more, hips rocking up towards you against his better judgement. The motion’s getting needy and sloppy and you have to pull away much to both of your disappointment.

Shaking your head and bringing your hands up to rest flush against his warm chest. “You’re not gonna fuck me on this nasty floor. I deserve better than this.” Which, of course you do. He just gets carried up when he’s wrapped up in you. He’s nodding in agreement but can’t stop himself from licking his own lips to chase the sensation of you.

He’s looking over your features, his heart picking up pace even more than he thought was possible anymore. “Think you’re meant to be my forever, y’know? Sometimes I look at you and it scares the shit out of me because I look ahead and-... It’s you. Kids sitting at a table in the restaurants doing homework. A honeymoon overseas where I get to drag you around different pasty shops and restaurants and we’ll find random art in flea markets to hang when we get home. Take photos that end up framed. It’s you. Always.”

Now how are you supposed to be mad when he’s this open and honest. Unpacking a future you had thought only you considered so far. You hope this behavior sticks. It’s not easy for either of you, but it’s worth fighting through the learning curve. “Kids, huh? Multiple? They’ll be your harshest critics, Carmy. I dunno if you can handle their reviews quite yet.” He’s chuckling, shaking his head with a lazy smile. “No, not yet. But one day.” The promise of more between you finally putting an end to this discussion for now. You make a mental note to remember this moment when the two of you bicker in the future - No matter what there’s always more on the road ahead of you.

Which makes you smile too. Wrapping your arms around his neck. “One day.” You reward him with one more kiss, knowing that’s all the two of you can risk before you end up sprawled out on this floor.

Carmy’s desperate to keep the lightened mood. He’s giving it a moment for both of you to calm back down from kissing before playfully scrunching up his face. “God you taste like shitty tequila.” It works. You’re laughing and swatting your hand against his chest, feeling a bit lighter than you did when you walked into this place. “Carmen Berzatto be nice to me!”

He’s beaming at you now. Bright, happy.

It’s a stark difference from the funk you’d both been stuck in since this fight started. The sight makes your heart swell and you bring a hand up to push some curls back off of his forehead. Leaning in to press a kiss against the tip of his nose.

“Lemme take you home, yeah? Get you some food on the way? Gotta make sure someone so pretty doesn’t wake up with a hangover.” He loves taking care of you in anyway you'll let him.

You nod and carefully start to shuffle off of his lap. Getting yourself to your feet before reaching down to help tug Carmen up to his feet. You catch as he adjusts himself in his pants, a flush blooming along his cheeks and down his neck. Stepping back in until you’re chest to chest with him, you press a line of kisses along his jaw. Rough stubble going away once you find his lips yet again. You hum against his mouth, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “You gotta shave in the morning, Carmy.” He’s nodding instantly, reaching his hand down into his pocket to fish out the car keys.

There’s a notification lighting up your phone - Perfect timing. A simple “Gonna spend the night ;)” text from your best friend. You can’t help but to grin and roll your eyes, turning the phone around so Carmen can see the notification too. He’s laughing while sliding a hand into your back pocket and starting to lead the two of you out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, remind me to tell Dave that his friend fuckin’ sucks.”

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Because the Night

The atmosphere in the pub was already in full swing by the time Major Bucky Egan led his group to the table Tommy saved for them.

“Jesus, it’s like those paratroopers never seen a woman before.” Curt wiped his uniform jacket, “They took one look at [y/n] and it was like Niagra Falls.”

Taking the seat Bucky held out for her, [y/n] thanked him as she sat.

“I think Ol’ Faithful Geyser at Yosemite might be a better choice Curt.” Buck replied taking a seat across from Bucky.

“Yeah, yeah whatever cowboy.” Looking at the expectant faces of Bucky and Buck, Curt sighed “Yes, Bucky I wouldn’t mind getting the drinks. Why thank you Buck, I am the kindest man in this bar.”

Ignoring Curt and Buck, Bucky leaned in closer to [y/n] watching the paratrooper across the bar tense. “So, who is he?”

Major Bucky Egan was not shocked that men looked at [y/n]. She was not only one of the few women around, but she was as pretty as a picture. And she knew it, hell it was on the reasons Bucky liked her. Her beauty caught his eye but her self assured nature drew him in. So while he didn’t love the looks men gave her in general, the look of recognition and remorse in this paratrooper in particular sent air raid sirens through his mind.

Twisting her earring with a sigh, [y/n] met Bucky’s inquisitive gaze. “My ex.”

Raising his eyebrows as if to ask for confirmation of what he just heard, [y/n] nodded to the brunette. From across the table Major Buck Clevens sat up straight as he watched the growing opposing demeanor of the pair. One that spoke of apathy while the other spoke of interest in the topic.

“Who we fightin’?” Dropping the drinks on the table, Curt rejoined the trio, “Bucky’s got that rabble rouser look on his face.”

“The ginger at 12 o’clock doing a shitty job at secretly surveying [y/n].” Buck drawled watching Bucky attempt to catch the ginger’s eye. Major Gale Clevens knew John Egan well enough to know when he was looking for a fight. Gale had seen John protective over his friends and his men, so he could only imagine what he would be like over his unofficial girl.

“No shit? Want me to fuck him up for you?” Turning around in his seat, Curt assessed the paratrooper and his friends. “There’s only four of them, we can easily take ‘em.”

[y/n] leaned back in her chair contemplating the situation she found herself in. Before she had walked into the bar, her biggest concern was how she was going to keep Bucky from serenading her tonight. But walking in and seeing her ex’s face and John’s reaction threw that concern right out of the window.

“While that is sweet of you Curt, no. It’s been two years, I’m long over him and if anyone should be scared, it should be him. I’m not the one who cheated.” Since their breakup, she hadn't put much thought into her ex or dating. And it certainly wasn’t because she was still in love with him. Rather the war broke out and she joined the WAC leaving her with little time or interest to date. Or that had been the case until Major John Egan swaggered his way onto Thorpe Abbotts base.

“That fucker… makes me wanna punch him more now.”

“If it makes you feel better Curt, I broke his nose when I found him cheating.”

“Atta girl.” Buck chuckled while sipping his ginger beer. He expected nothing less from the spitfire who stole his best friend’s heart.

“Didn’t you say you were getting harassing letters from an ex?” The arm that had been carelessly thrown over the back of her chair suddenly wrapped around [y/n]’s shoulder pulling closer to John.

“I was exaggerating, John. It was just a letter!” Placing her hand over his, [y/n] squeezed his hand in a silent plea. “Please don’t do anything stupid...” Looking for Buck for support, [y/n] was however, met with the profile of the blonde major.

Bucky chuckled as he watched [y/n]’s attempt to deter him. While he and Gale Clevens may have been opposites, Buck was a true friend. And true friends let other friends knock out the guy bothering his girl. “Won’t be considered anything stupid if it comes to you, sweetheart.”

Between the protective glint in his eyes and baritone voice, [y/n]’s heart began hammering in her chest. Grounding herself in the contrast of his rough hands against her softer ones, she was reminded of who Major John Egan was. “Look if he comes this way then you can be my knight in shining armor but right now can we just go back to flirting and listening to Curt rewrite a story about how amazing his flying is?”

Curt put hands up in defense. “Hey, I am amazing at flying and I don’t rewrite stories, I just…embellish them.”

Hooking an arm around Curt’s neck, Buck tapped a fist against Curt’s chest. “Oh embellish, what a big word for you Curt.”

Deciding that it had been far too long since he had her attention all to himself, John Egan tucked an escaped curl behind her ear before leaning in to whisper. “…So you are flirting with me, Lieutenant? Keep that up and someone might think you like me.”

The warmth of his body and the smell of his aftershave left her all but lightheaded. They had unofficially officially been an item since his second day at the base. When she decided to share her umbrella and laughter with the handsome hapless Major who lost the battle and a shoe to the English mud.

“Oh the horror Bucky…”

“Oh, calling me Bucky, you must really want me to do this for you.” Caressing her the inside of her wrist, John considered if tonight would be the night he could kiss her like he always wanted to. As a promise for it their last first kiss because the night belongs to lovers like them.

“I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you don’t start a bar brawl.” [y/n] supplied in response watching the smile light up across his face, knowing she had opened a can of worms. But she couldn’t say she regretted it; Bucky Egan was the sun and she basked under his warmth.

“Oh, with a request like that how can I say no?… for now.” Sharing in her laughter, John placed a lingering kiss on her cheek.

Sipping his whiskey, John turned back to the group and sought counsel on his new dilemma. “What do you think boys, handsome, the way to go? No, maybe I should go with pretty boy? No, too soft. Mhmm, how about my darling future husband? Now that has a nice ring to it!”

A/N: I apparently have a thing for hand holding... I appreciate any and all feedback!

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baji vers | geto vers

synopsis: unbeknownst to you, the grave you visit everyday has been empty for years. keisuke is finally ready to come see you again.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!baji, character death, devotion, grief and dealing with it, slightly angsty but also fluffy, pet names (baby, kitten), swearing, a little selfship coded, NOT PROOFREAD!, SFW feel free to interact but pls remember i'm an 18+ blog!

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an: here's baji's version!! actually, this one was supposed to come AFTER suguru's but... erm... hehe. it also was supposed to be spookier, but i am nothing but a big ole softy for my loverboy. ): happy halloween! i wanted to post it on his birfday, but i think this is more fitting! could've been longer but i just wanted to get something out LOL. thanks to nie for letting me ramble about this lil fic!!

life is such a finicky thing. and sometimes, the time ticks by too slowly for your liking until it’s suddenly too fast, too short, too soon.

you’ve been to this grave a hundred - no maybe thousands of times, over the years. and yet, like the snowfall, your tears slip down your cheeks, hugging the warmth of your body, til they fall onto the ground disappearing into the asphalt.

chifuyu matsuno thinks one day, he’ll beat you to it. one day he’ll be the one who arrives first, turning around with a smile and holding a bag of peyoung yakisoba. it’ll be his eyes rimmed red with hands trembling so hard that he’s sure they’ll snap. but you are always here first, almost every day for the past god knows how many years.

every aspect of the word “first”, is what keisuke baji had embodied. first division captain, first born son, and your first love. he was rowdy, rough, sometimes a little insensitive, but at the end of it all, he was loyal. he was yours.

“if i’m yours, then you’re mine.” he grinned, toothy, vibrant and all encompassing. his hands held yours like they were the world, and maybe, in a sense, they were. but even the world cannot last forever, the stars themselves bursting at the seams when their time has come.

“they’re so pretty.” you told him, leaning against his shoulder, pointing up with your index finger. “don’tcha think?”

“they’re alright,” he mumbled, but he kept his eyes upward, staring at the same stars as you. “i'd rather look at you.”

“you’re so fucking cheesy.” you laughed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

when stars die, they leave a beautiful supernova, an explosion of color across the galaxy, painting the universe in rich hues of color. but when baji died, you thought it was so fucking ugly. you remember throwing up the first night, your own shitty constellation within the porcelain of your toilet.

then the world started to dim, like the world was dipped in muted shades when there used to be so much vibrance. the sun was no longer as bright and you no longer sought comfort under the moon, hiding away from even her blue light.

if there is solace in one thing, it’s that baji was a really good liar. sure, he was different that day and sometimes had trouble looking at you, but there was nothing to suspect that he would decide to plunge in that knife and bleed out on the ground of that god forsaken junkyard.

“i’m scared you’ll go away,” you told him one night, so desperately wishing now that you would’ve noticed the way he tensed ever so slightly. “like, one day, i’ll wake up and you’re not there anymore.”

you remember how he leaned in, nose brushing against yours before pulling back slightly. “and where would i go that doesn’t have you in it?” he grinned, another bright fanged smile that eased every single worry out of your brain. and you decided in that moment, that keisuke was always going to be the one that held your heart in his hands.

“marry me one day.” you replied and he laughed, before holding up his pinky to yours. “good. saying no wasn’t an option.”

“figured.”

but today is not a day to be caught in memories as the sun plummets below the horizon, as the sky shifts from a pretty magenta pink to inky black. feet bouncing off the pavement, you scurry over to his grave. you chastise yourself for being late today of all days, it was his birthday.

“sorry!” you call out as you finally make it, hands on your knees as you suck precious air back into your lungs. “sorry i’m late, kei.”

you do the usual of pouring water onto the tombstone, before you light a candle and spread the blanket beneath you, sitting cross-legged as you pull out the contents of your bag. “i got a little something extra today,” you say, eagerly pulling out the sealed little slice of cake you got at the bakery. “okay… so it looks a little fucked, but don’t mind that.” you giggle, before sighing.

“if you were here… what would you say?” you mumble to yourself, before putting on your best keisuke voice. “hah? it’s still edible isn’t it?... or something.” you nod as if in response to him, before tearing it open and setting it down. “chifuyu saw you earlier right? did he bring you something good? oh! and, i was looking at some of the cats at the pet shop earlier, they’re no peke j but, they’re still cute, y’know?”

you always do this. you ramble and ramble, relaying your day to him as if he’s listening intently to you. sometimes, you’ll imagine when the two of you sat in his room, his lips quirked up into a smile as he nodded and listened to you.

“the cake is good!” you exclaim, taking a bite. it’s fluffy, creamy, and sweet, it almost masks the saltiness of your tears that seep past your lips, onto your tongue and settle on your buds.

almost.

“fuck- sorry. sorry for crying.” you use one hand to wipe away at your tears, the other holding onto your convenient plastic fork. it’s harder to breathe now, sobs wracking your body as your mind floods with “what ifs” once again. what if you had asked him to stay with you that day? what if you tried harder? what if you had noticed something was wrong sooner? could you have done anything? and what if-

lost in your thoughts you almost miss the familiar drawl that used to set your heart and soul on fire. “still a crybaby, eh?”

you freeze, the fall breeze caressing your cheek as you sniffle and ever so slowly, turn. you must have been hearing things, you think, as there’s nothing there but the other stone graves and the leaves on the wind.

“maybe i am losing my fucking mind...” you mutter, taking a deep breath to calm yourself, “i should look into therapy.”

you shake your head, a little spooked. it’s getting later by the moment, the only light nearby being the candle, a warm-orange flame surrounded by night. you lean over to blow it out, but stop, feeling that you should stay a bit longer. not only are you late, but it’s keisuke’s day, it wouldn’t be right to leave so soon. you frown, before settling back in place.

“anyways, what was i saying?” you hum, taking another scoop of your dessert. “something-“

“something about the new cats at chifuyu’s shop right?” that familiar voice sounds again, closer this time, tickling the shell of your ear.

you immediately jerk around and almost pass out at what you see. crouched down and smiling, that familiar wolfy grin is keisuke, looking just like you remembered. from the way his long, inky hair frames his face to the vivid carmine of his eyes, it’s keisuke.

“hey, continue the story baby, i was listening.” he gestures to the cake on your fork, slipping off the utensil from the shakiness of your hands. “lemme have a bite?”

you’re snapped from your stupor when he finally touches you, cold fingers lightly guiding your hand upward towards his mouth. you immediately scramble back, the cake falling onto the blanket below.

“kitten,” he says, frowning at the mess, “y’know i hate wasting food.” the pet name almost sends you into a spiral, the way it falls off his tongue so easily, just like he always used to say it, almost like it was your name at times.

“you’re not real.” you whisper, shaking your head slightly, the words trapped behind the door of your brain unleashing in that moment. “i’m hallucinating. i have to be.”

he inches towards you as you continue to crawl back, back hitting the cold gray stone. keisuke leans in, snuffing out the candle between his fingers first before redirecting his attention to you. he’s so close you’re sure he can feel your breath, but the odd thing is, you can’t feel his.

“if i wasn’t real…” he starts, inching in so close your noses just barely touch, just a hair widths away, “could i do this?” he kisses you then, just barely holding back his deep fervent need to snatch you up and take you home. wherever that was.

it’s strange, baji’s cold, nearly ice, and yet you feel the familiar rush of warmth through your veins that once bloomed so deeply in your heart, that everything suddenly does feel real. the two of you stay like that for a few moments and when he pulls away you lean in again, snatching him by the collar to press another kiss to the lips that you missed so much.

baji’s wolfish grin plays on his face in between the kisses you continue to plant against his lips and his skin, alternating between his cheeks and jawline. “yeah, yeah, i missed you too, you big crybaby.” he laughs, cupping your face to swipe at the tears that fall freely once again.

you whine when he forces you to pull off, bringing your hands up to his, almost as if you’re sure he’ll run off again and be gone by morning. “you’re really keisuke? …this isn’t a joke?” you shake your head as you ask, hiccuping and trying your best to heave in gulps of air.

“yeah, it’s me.” he answers, the crinkle of his eyes never leaving.

but you just don’t get it. how is baji here and not well, six-feet under? almost as if he can read your mind he speaks, “i’m not really sure how it happened either.” he starts, releasing you and staring down at his palms, opening and closing them, almost as if he’s also in a daze. “i shouldn’t be here, i know that. i made sure i wouldn’t and yet, i woke up not too long after that day.” he lifts his shirt up and you wince in anticipation, but there’s nothing where the old stab wound should be, like it never happened.

hesitantly, you place your hand flat against the area, before your fingertips trace the outline where it should be. you exhale deeply before speaking again, “how come you only showed up now?”

he gives you a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck, as the hem of his shirt falls back into place. “well… i had to sort of figure things out. dunno how well received i would’ve been if i just showed up after my own funeral.” he jokes, but you glare at him.

“do you have any idea at all how badly that fucked me up?” you ask, remembering the countless nights you spent staring up at your bedroom walls so utterly exhausted from crying or the days you spend in a haze, trying your best to get through the day. you won’t lie, you’ve been so angry since that day. endlessly lonely, endlessly empty, and just when you thought you’d be able to get over it, he shows up like it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“well, i watched you a lot.” he admits, gazing around the cemetery. “you come here every single day, you cry every single time, even when you say you’re not going to. you’ve cursed me out in death more times than i can count and i think you’ve tried every single type of peyoung soba. you, chifuyu, and kazutora have only come here together a handful of times and everytime one of you ends up drunk crying.” he snorts, before continuing, “you sleep with my hair ties under your pillow and almost had the balls to ask my mom for my toman jacket, multiple times.she would’ve said yeah, by the way. every evening you say goodnight to me and that you love me.”

he grins when you sit there, mouth agape, and asks, “did i miss anythin’?”

you shake your head, “but what now? i still don’t get why you came here today?”

he shrugs, “i’ve got a question for ya.” but his expression is serious now, the shift in his features making you nervously fidget with your hands. but before you can look away, he tilts your head towards him, the other hand intertwining with yours, locking you in place. “you still wanna be with me forever?”

your heart pounds in your chest, almost alarmingly so, as you gaze at him with lidded eyes while your voice is light, fluttering back up to him and relaying the answer he’s been waiting to hear. “of course, keisuke.”

“and you’d do anything? …let me do anything?” he questions further, squeezing when you nod your head.

you’d let me turn you?

and you’re aware now, what it is he’s asking. and maybe, you think it’s because you centered so much of you life around him, that leaving it behind doesn’t sound too bad. if you were the clouds, then baji was the sky, always trying to stay in that space so intrinsically bound to one another that only death could have separated you.

he never said the word, but he didn’t really need to. what was the one thing that could have escaped death like this? what else was he but a vampire?

“okay,” he sighs, “if you’re sure.”

“more than ever.” you state.

keisuke is fast, picking you up and into his arms. naturally, you wrap yours around his neck, a part of you still thinking that this must be a dream.

“well, there’s no way we’re gonna do it in some freakin’ cemetery.” he jokes and you giggle. if his heart could beat, he’s sure it’d flutter just as fast as yours.

“hey are you gonna turn chifuyu?” you ask, blinking up at him, “or tora?”

“you think they’d wanna hang out with us? for eternity?” he asks, picking up the pace as he walks.

“hmm, maybe you’re right. besides, takemichi’s gonna miss them too much right?” you continue, the breeze kissing your now dried cheeks.

“don’t forget mikey.” he adds, before continuing, “well, it’s not like we can’t visit sometime.”

you nod, placing your head on his shoulder, “not too soon though, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

he smiles at you as he answers, “don’t worry. we’ve got all the time in the world.”

as the two of you leave, you peek back towards the lights of the city, becoming smaller and smaller with each step. and you wonder how upset chifuyu’ll be tomorrow when he finds your half-eaten cake, spread out on an already forgotten blanket.

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wigglyscardigan · 1 month

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Howdy campers! 😁 We’ve decided to set up camp on the good ol’ internet to spread the word of Jesus! 🙏❤️ Lookin forward to another year of hard work and abstinence! 🥰 Amen.

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guys im fucking shaking why does my old summer camp have tumblr?? they literally confiscate our phones??

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ugh being a future tony winner is so hard bcuz u have to deal w the ppl who just do not know their shit yk

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BREAKING NEWS: Multiple missing persons reports have been sent out following the mysterious happenings at an apartment in downtown Hatchetfield.

Witnesses describe seeing a woman with long curly hair and glasses chase a group of adult men in there before shutting the door “aggressively”.

If you have any further information, contact local authorities immediately.

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MY UNCLE SAYS HE KNOWS THE VICTIMS???? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

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OH MY GOD? RICHIE IS HE OKAY? are you okay?!

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me: scared and concerned because my uncle might know the victims of a serious crime

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Melissa is active in this timeline?! 🍿

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Once again, my kin doth defy awareness of logic. Once again, he chooses a disgraceful mini image to express thought and emotion…

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Uhh… anyone else’s tumblr just… completely shut down? I think my phone was hacked for a bit…

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oh thank FUCK its not just me

swear i almost went to the goddamn apple store. we dont even have an apple store

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Oh, wait, really? Huh. I thought they added one years ago.

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yeah they were going to at one point but they must have realized the towns too shitty for that

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can’t believe im explaining hatchetfield apple store lore to paul matthews

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I would have worked there.

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inspired by @nabwastaken

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bleachedhallways · 3 months

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lullaby & goodnight. ⌇ lrh.

A/N: i have a soft spot for dad!au’s & the idea of luke being a father makes me super soft, so i wanted to indulge in my silly little fantasies.

summary: in which, your daughter is having a hard time falling asleep & luke knows exactly how to center her.

word count: 1,000+ words.

“Ollie, baby, please–”

“No.” The young girl pouts, arms crossed over her chest with her favorite plush toy held in the grip of her tiny fingers. “No, no, no!”

“Ophelia, you need to sleep. How else will you have the energy to hang out with Daddy tomorrow?” A rhetorical question, yet you hope your five-year-old has the understanding and sense to answer it; Ophelia was incredibly smart for her age and seemed to be quite mature, however, she was a child and children will do as they please, no matter how old of a soul they already seem to be.

The tiny blonde shakes her head dramatically before looking away from you. At this point, you’re ready to admit defeat and let her stay up for as long as she wants, or at least, until she tires herself out doing whatever it was that she wanted to do. However, you wanted to sleep and your husband was in your home studio, finishing up a tune that he’d been working on for days, so grabbing him to help with your stubborn daughter was, in your mind, out of the question. You couldn’t leave her unattended, you’d feel like a shitty mother if you did and Ollie was too young to be on her own.

“Is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep?” You inquire, eyebrows knit together in hopes that there was a solution to this scenario. You’re met with large, doe-like eyes, the hue of them a replica of your own. Your daughter’s gaze is innocent, yet a hint of mischief lies in the depths of her irises.

“No, but Daddy can.”

Of course. Ophelia was a Daddy’s girl, through and through. She and Luke shared a bond unlike one you’ve ever encountered and had each other wrapped around their fingers. Whenever you three had family outings, there were moments where you felt like you were third wheeling; it was simply your husband and your daughter’s world and you were just living in it – happily, obviously. You don’t think you’d have it any other way. Sharing life with the two of them was one of the greatest gifts you’d ever received.

“Ol, Daddy’s busy right now.”

Ophelia wasn’t having it. She would not take ‘no’ for an answer, “I can wait for him!”

You blink twice, unsure of what to say to the child in front of you. The sound of a door opening and closing gains your attention, footsteps getting louder as they come down the hall and stop.

Luke pokes his head into the dimly lit bedroom your daughter occupies, a gentle, tired smile on his face. “Ladies,” He greets the both of you, “everything okay in here?” he adds, eyebrows raising slightly.

“Ollie is having a bit of trouble getting to bed.” You reply, your gaze averting from your husband to your little girl, who looks very pleased with herself; she’s about to get exactly what she wanted.

“Oh, yeah? Can I help?” Luke offers, fully entering the room. He sits on the edge of the twin sized bed covered in pale yellow sheets, stuffed animals crammed against the headboard.

Ophelia abandons her plush toy, leaning into her father’s hold as he opens his arms and cuddles her into his chest. A lighthearted chuckle leaves your husband’s lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at you, “Sorry, baby. I guess I’m what she needed.”

“Figures,” You sigh, a grin pulling at your lips. “She’s got you wrapped, Lu.”

“Definitely,” He agrees, before turning his attention back to your daughter. “Alright, miss. How can I help you sleep, hm?”

Silence fills the room as your daughter thinks for a brief moment. She’ll milk Luke for all the time that he’s willing to give her, there’s no doubt about that. Doe eyes look up, blinking innocently to really make sure he’s ready to deliver. “Sing to me, pretty please?”

Luke doesn’t waste any time in giving in to her command. If a lullaby is what she wants? It’s what she’ll get. “I can do that for you. Anything you’re wanting to hear?”

“No- wait, can I get comfy?” She asks, pulling away from her father a bit. Luke nods, shifting from his space on the edge of the bed, which prompts you to also get up in order to allow for your daughter to get comfortable under the sheets. Once she’s settled, you and your husband snuggle in on either side of her, wrapping your arms around the girl you both love most.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Luke hums, oceanic eyes peering down at your daughter. He always looks at her with so much love and so much pride, you swear that every time you see it, your heart swells up with affection.

Ophelia nods, her gaze trained on her father as he begins to sing softly, “Take my hand, now and forever…”

As he continues to sing, his melodic voice filling up the space, you watch as the melody flowing from Luke’s lips sends your daughter into a blissful, serene state. Her eyes get droopy as each second passes, the calm atmosphere and warmth provided by her loving parents causing sleep to overtake her. Soon enough, her head is slumped against the pillows, her face slightly buried in the Pink Floyd shirt your husband donned.

Your eyes meet Luke’s when you’re sure that Ophelia is sound asleep, quietly mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him. If it weren’t for him and his incredible knowledge of what your child needed, you doubt she’d be asleep by now. He smiles, blinking sleepily at you before gingerly leaving the softness your daughter’s bed provides, holding out his hand for you to take in order to leave her room.

With a flip of a switch, the dimly lit room is drowned in darkness, save for the pink hued night light plugged into the wall. Luke closes the door as you both exit, then wraps his arm around you and leads you to your own bedroom, sighing dreamily as the prospect of sleep draws closer with each step you take.

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dollfacerecs · 7 months

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— park ⋆ ji ⋆ min

pjm fic recommendation list by clover. 🍀 ↓

♡ = smut ; ♤ = angst ; ♧ = fluff ; ♕ = favorite

main list

♢ rage ; ♡ || one-shot (part of a series) — by @hamsterclaw

⇝ cop!jimin, hobbyist!reader // reader is so hot in this. so bratty n not afraid to speak her mind. jimin as well OOOOF. the fact he didn’t care to learn all that shit but kept going to see you lets go.

♢ when the camellia blooms ; ♤ || ? — by @tanniesjeom

⇝ hanahaki disease, unrequited love // i put the question mark cause i can’t find the first part anymore but part 2 can be read as a stand-alone so? oh well. sad. heartbreaking. just angst. it’s also been a whileeee since i read this

♢ faded love ; ♤ || one-shot — by @jamaisjoons

⇝ shitty marriage, cheater!jimin // again, read this years ago but i remember the development of jimin hating the counseling appointments and meeting you for an hour but slowly looking forward to them just for you to start giving up just good ole angst.

♢ horizon ; ♡, ♤ || one-shot — by @hamsterclaw

⇝ dystopia, sexworker!reader // beware, mentions of violent clients! jimin making sure to be gentle w u :(( running away w u :(((

♢ heartburn ; ♤ || completed — by @jiminrings

⇝ cheater!jimin, wedding season // this is more like emotional cheating but yes jiminrings has done it again. the way they write angst and the things they come up with im just… so obsessed w them like.

♢ pending…

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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ive been vegan for about 3.5 years, but not everyone in my community is. I'm also a talented cook. i was asked to cook dinner for 8 people, which I was happy to do, I like cooking, I'm good at it. I clarified that if I was cooking the dinner, it would be a vegan meal, I don't cook with animal products, and asked if they were fine with that; everyone in the conversation said that was fine.

So I made a big ol' 12-inch shepherd's pie; it took me like 2-3 hours because i did the whole shebang, i made homemade gravy, boiled and mashed the taters by hand, and seasoned and slow cooked the tvp filling in a cast iron pan to try and give it a really authentic vibe despite not having animal meat in it.

one of the people i was feeding found out late in the process that there wouldn't be animal products in the food and got kind of fussy with me about it, started walking back into the kitchen to start arguments about veganism, which i kept just shutting down out of hand with statements like "i'm busy cooking, please stay out of the kitchen if you're not helping" and "i don't want to argue about this right now," I just didn't engage with them. I don't like arguing. They were pretty persistent and at one point i had to set a hard boundary with "I do not like arguing. if you keep coming back here to pick fights with me I'm just going to leave." fortunately they didn't live at that house, so we were both guests, and the hosts (who invited me over to cook dinner for them) asked them to stop bothering me.

so the pie is done and cooling, people think it smells good, they're asking how long it has to cool before we can eat it. the person in question then starts rifling through the fridge looking for something, can't find it, and then asks one of the hosts if they can borrow a car to go to the store and get some "real food" to add to the pie, I asked what they meant and they said they wanted to put some sliced ham and shredded cheese on it. It was at this point that I got pretty angry with them, i don't remember everything i said but the main thing i said were "i didn't cook you a gourmet meal for 3 fucking hours for you to put a slimy piece of grocery store ham on it, if you don't want to eat it like i made it then I won't give you any!"

So, they objected to my tone, and to the way i was policing how they ate food, and that i was forcing them to eat vegan. i objected to their general vibe and aggressiveness toward me, and I was offended as a chef that they wanted to add sliced grocery store ham and shitty shredded cheese to my fully homemade gourmet food, but I was also definitely annoyed as a vegan that they wouldn't even try it without adding meat to it. I didn't really feel like their objections to my tone and attitude were justified because this person had spent a good chunk of the evening going out of their way to start shit with me, and I had clearly lost my patience by the end of it, they didn't feel like I was justified in threatening to withhold dinner from them under any circumstances, as I had not paid for the ingredients (the hosts did) and it was not my home (it wasn't theirs either).

ok so, i feel like up until now i pretty clearly wasn't acting thaaaaat out of pocket, i think i could have been nicer but i mean... i was pretty angry and tired at this point. The reason im asking if i was the asshole is because, this person also cited withholding dinner as an abuse tactic that bad parents use and tried to paint me like an abuser, saying this was the same shit their parents would do to them growing up that gave them an eating disorder. I didn't know any of that, hadn't really considered that i could be triggering someone in this way. But also, I'm not this person's parents, and they were being pretty rude to me all night. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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heli0s-writes · 1 year

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You’re Toxic, I’m Slipping Under

Summary: He bristles, offended. And you try, with as much dignity as you can muster after the last two hours of being fucked blind, to not look so smug about it. “See you next week,” he hums.

A/n: To celebrate Glass Onion coming out, here’s ol’ boy Ransom because I hate him so much :) 4.1k words. Warnings: Smut; mild degradation, spitting, daddy kink; classism; Mind Games with Ransom Hour etc. etc. Please stop reading if you’re not 18+

Your whole apartment building seems to rattle when he arrives thirty minutes late. Like raucous fanfare to announce his appearance, the door slams shut, the latch clicks loudly, and then you hear his heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.

His shoes are still on—of course they are—stomping your floorboards and dragging in dirt. You can practically see them, the usual suede loafers switched out for leather boots with the late fall chill, and probably mud-caked because he’s thankless like that.

With your attention still on your laptop, already irritated because you’ve been attempting a paper that’s only chased its tail for the last three hours, you ask, “Did you misplace your watch, Ransom?”

Turning, you show him you’re the screen reading 8:32 and blink pointedly, “Is that a yes?”

“Don’t be smart,” he snaps back. “You know I don’t like that.”

Your head’s been a mess of fog, body tense and frustrated for days, and although you’ve always prided yourself on tact and grace—patient like a saint—Ransom manages to bring out the worst. You hiss, “Take your damn shoes off, you know I don’t like that.”

You watch mutely as he does so, not without a sneer here, a shitty comment there. He takes three long steps and plops himself on your bed, hands curling into the quilt, thumbs brushing over the patchwork fabric disparagingly. He pinches a loose thread and begins to pull, tugging slowly at first, and then finding joy in unraveling a line of stitching until nearly three inches rip apart.

“I always thought you needed to replace this thing.” He twirls the string disdainfully, “It’s ugly as sin.”

He pretends he doesn’t know how you obviously love this quilt—handstitched and affectionately made, your damn initials are embroidered into the corner, after all. He’s made a game of testing your patience, gleefully punching at every button as he tries to get you to snap.

Ransom Drysdale Thrombey. You’d met him at one of the Thrombey’s family… functions. Dysfunction, you’d muttered under your breath when Walt beat his cane against the floor in a drunken tirade and Meg ran out back to wolf down a pot cookie that she was supposed to be saving for later.

She was on the cusp of a panic attack, words tumbling out like a car crash, her hand in her beret, then hair, then trembling over her maroon-painted lips.

“God, I’m so sorry— I thought we could just make a pit stop before heading out. The food’s always catered and really good— god… it’s a fucking mess.”

You waved her off because it’s not like you haven’t witnessed at least one aunt having a meltdown during holiday dinner before— family’s just like that—and tried to placate her with, “Can’t be worse than the cousin who asked if we’d be scissoring later.”

Meg’s face twisted in disgust. “Ugh, ew! Fucking Jacob! He’s a skeezy little incel— I swear he’s a moderator on one of those internet forums where they post revenge porn and upskirt vids— honestly, he was adorable two years ago. Then I guess he went through puberty and got radicalized on Youtube.”

You paused as she lit a cigarette and inhaled furiously before realizing that the two of you were thinking of two entirely different cousins.

“I meant the big one, Meg. This one went through puberty twenty years ago.”

“Ew, Ransom,” Meg frowned, “That’s even worse.”

“Ransom? What is he, a Disney villain?”

Leaves crunched behind your back and Meg looked up from flicking ash into the yard toward the sound.

“Let’s be honest, I’ve got the face of a leading man.”

Meg blew smoke at him, as if the fumes were enough to threaten his sensibilities. You figured not, he looked like a cigar smoker anyway—one of those guys who’d dedicate a whole room in their house with the humidity just right to keep them fresh. Rich people shit.

“Go away, Ransom,” she said, to clarify.

“I don’t recall addressing you, Megan.” He took a drawn-out look, lips pursing in scrutiny before lifting a brow, making a real goddamn show about it. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll bite. 400 on the dresser for an hour; you can get yourself something nice.”

You’re still not sure what it was about either your attire or attitude that allowed him to conjure up such an offer.

Maybe it was your shitty jeans and your sweater from freshman year orientation. Maybe you looked like an easy mark to tear down.

His audacity shocked out a laugh from you—a loud, abrupt guffaw that eased Meg enough for her to dip back inside to grab more from her stash. And when she was out of sight, focused on rummaging in the old clock, you responded, “Yeah, okay. I’ll bite back.”

Maybe it was an act of rebellion against your background in contrast to all this excess. The bitter aftertaste of eating bottom shelf food out of necessity for weeks at a time—those awful chicken bouillon packets and dried blocks of instant noodles your first year of college. No one paid for your schooling or housing so learning to balance an over-abundance of classes and a job because you needed to graduate early, needed to spend less money on tuition, meant that you were working yourself to death.

If Youtube radicalized Jacob, then habitually sleeping three hours a night in the campus library and skipping meals to afford textbooks while men like Ransom crashed Maserati’s for fun radicalized you.

So, sure. Game on.

He picked you up the following weekend without anyone knowing and took you somewhere expensive. It was a whirlwind of exorbitant dinners and being quietly sneered at down the straight line of his tall nose bridge. The front door to his bachelor pad shutting but not bothered with locking. Falling into the thousand-count Egyptian cotton bedsheets naked, the skylight’s beam spilling like gold-flecked champagne.

You promised yourself it meant nothing. Just an experiment of unbridled spite. If he wanted to throw money at you, hell, that’s his problem. If he wanted to fuck you, well, you’d give him the best fuck of his life— let him see that despite wealth, at the end of the day, he was flesh and blood trembling for the right stroke.

And sure, he trembled, but it was your mistake to pare it down so simply.

Ransom juggled fuck buddies much longer than you’d been fucking at all. He knew it was best with the right amount of emotion involved. Just enough to yearn. If he laid roses at your feet, kissed your knees featherlight and worked his way up to your jaw, cradled the back of your head, nosed the pulse of your wrist, your collarbones, asked for your eyes on him, and panted the lightest breath of your name at the edge of it all—now who’s fucking who over, sweetheart?

You were out of your depth. He was powerful, older, and more experienced. He touched you in ways that emulated affection—that brought fire and danger. His hands were large and callused at the juncture of his fingers. His pretty mouth was pink, wet, kissed greedy. His sharp eyes took everything in.

But, as you predicted, his moods soon volleyed in every direction as consequence of never being told no, and once the novelty of crazy hot—often angry—sex grew stale, you crashed back down to earth burned out. You ghosted.

“You’re, what…” he called through the door the week after you texted that it was both too much and not enough to carry on with, “breaking up with me? Seriously. This is a fucking joke.”

And you could have practically seen it—how his bottom lip would jut out as his incisors crossed, how his brows would sink when he got angry. He was never belligerent, only calculating.

You told him to leave, and he did, after a single loud kick to the frame, because he’s never begged for anything, and he wasn’t going to start.

The guilt came afterwards, with the bouquet of roses on the doormat, petals scattered around because he’d slammed them down after being ignored again and again, and you swept them inside to throw into a vase next to the three other vases with flowers in various degrees of wilted.

“Breaking up” prickled complicatedly in the middle of your chest, because despite the many shows of affection, you knew you weren’t exactly breaking up. You had never really been with him anyway. People aren’t… with Ransom. They’re towed along by Ransom, dragged by their hair by Ransom. Played with by Ransom until he inevitably gets bored.

It devolved into needless melodrama. Weekly episodes of a teen show with grandiose gestures of toxic relationships perceived as romance. Ransom’s habit of whisking you away, fucking you senseless, turning around to fight with you about any-goddamn-thing he pleased. Dropping off flowers and champagne. Restarting the whole process.

It wasn’t healthy—isn’t healthy, probably, according to most therapists—since he’s here, present-day, in your room, beginning to undress.

You fiddle with the sleeves at your elbows, thumbing cool satin before advancing, arms subconsciously crossed.

He’s only in his underwear now. A pair of nondescript gray boxer briefs fitted on his muscular thighs, taut as he leans back on his palms. He slowly spreads his legs, inviting you between them. His lips purse when you stand passively, knee brushing his bulge, hands resting over his shoulders. He’s warm.

One palm caresses your lower back and the other on himself, gliding up and down. His lids are half open, voice low, “You miss this?”

“No,” which is a lie. You missed it when evenings were boring, half-heartedly nodding to some boy’s drivel about campus life, mind wandering to someone who didn’t look freshly 21, didn’t date like it. Didn’t talk themselves up just to get you into bed.

At least Ransom was honest; he always said exactly what he thought, told you exactly when you were pissing him off, how he was going to teach you a lesson—where he wanted you, how he wanted you, and— a chill races up your arms.

He’s downright smug when he notices.

“No? You prefer sloppy frat boys pawing at you like virgins over me? Every time, you think they might fuck right but, well, you’re always disappointed.” He reaches beneath the short hem of the robe, splays his hand out over your thigh and very slowly feels his way up.

Your eyes shutter as he pulls you forward, gripping tightly and massaging up toward your ass. The pit of your belly is tightening, the rest trying to push down being too eager for him all over you, his broad shoulders, his strong hands, how he bends his grasp on your shoulder, fixes you in a perfect curved arch just the way he likes.

Ransom noses the robe out of his path, sinking his teeth lightly down until he scrapes a line over your breastbone, laying his face gently down like a child—like a lover.

“You know,” he begins, taunting again, “You make a… face.” He says it as he trails down beneath the swell of one breast, letting your nipple graze his cheek, before he presses a kiss to your ribcage. Hot like a brand, searing into your belly. And then he bites.

You flinch, hand going to his hair to pull him away. He throws his head back into your grasp, eyes glittering and amused. He quickly works your thighs apart, dipping two fingers between and sinking into your heat.

“There it is,” he chuckles when your eyes flutter, “Yeah... Really gets me off.”

You’re in his lap before you know it, your hold on him fallen off and now scrambling for his wide shoulders to hold yourself steady. He’s got you leaned back on his thighs, hanging off the edge of the bed and perfectly helpless, the only thing planting you even close to secure are your folded knees, your arms around his neck. He’s shushing you, one large hand on the small of your back, the other still working inside your pussy.

He says, “Calm down unless you want to fall,” but it’s goddamn hard when your heart is pounding with equal parts fear and arousal. He’s sucking on your tits, balancing you just precariously enough to thrill, fingering you all the while—like it’s nothing to him, like you’re an object he can manipulate however he pleases.

His cock is erect, flexing against the fabric over his groin, a swell of hard, aching muscle. You want to put your hand around it, feel its girth in your palm, simply hold it because you do fucking miss it. The places he can reach, the ways he spreads you, rocking in and pulling out—how he sometimes settles inside, and then does nothing but watch you squirm.

It’s undeniably gorgeous—and he is too—when you fumble it out after he lays you down and hovers over you with interest. You’re wetting your lips automatically, staring in awe at his thick shaft sprouting from soft, dark, curls, the tip of it smooth and almost purple, swollen up with blood.

“Legs up,” and the way he says it, how he just goes right out and says it, makes you groan.

Boys don’t do that. Too busy in their heads about peacocking and re-enacting the kind of porno where performers wordlessly move into new positions in sync, nothing verbal exchanged but high-pitched shrieking and nasally fuck me’s.

Ransom’s extremely verbal in bed. He easily says, “Look at me. Show me how much you want it,” and flits his eyes between your bodies.

You do, shivering, sliding two fingers along the sides of your folds, finding yourself aroused and damp, humiliated and incredibly turned on when he grins, simply content with watching. Your thighs are squeezing reflexively, abdomen crunching up trying to keep it together.

But he’s never been patient, and quickly tells you to hold your knees, rock back, make yourself small and exposed, and then he’s delving gently into your hole— thumbs taking turns, coaxing more.

Two fingers tuck in, then another two struggle next to them, and you can’t stop yourself from gasping and crying out at how he pulls apart the walls of your cunt.

The sound of it— sloppy, squelching, a light and hollow kind of noise like a tongue flicking inside an open mouth.

“Look at this pretty pussy.” He tugs a little more, and you wriggle into it, gripping your legs tighter, pulling your knees up, shins toward your burning face to hide.

He descends on your clit, tip of his tongue licking into your stretched hole, purposefully only running against the taut skin around his fingers. “You got a talent, baby,” he murmurs, buzzing. “I could fuck you the whole day, fuck you numb… but give you about half an hour and it’s good as new, tight and perfect.”

There had been marathon rounds of bouncing in his lap between being at each other’s throats, his thighs splitting yours, hands holding you up, nibbling at your ear. Then he’d turn you around, take you to the floor until you collapsed on the bearskin rug, the sweat on your neck and chest rolling into dark furs. Railed you until you were so sensitive anything would make you come; your body unsure if it was considered your own anymore.

Fuck, fight, rinse, and repeat.

“Are you—going to talk all night?” You grunt up to the ceiling, trying to steel yourself from panting or moaning and only barely making it.

“Thought you liked it when I talked.” His dark head is still between your legs, nose pressed into your skin, licking agonizingly slow with his entire tongue. It’s so warm, and gentle, and assertive. “What, you don’t like being told how good you taste?”

He keeps licking, pushing at the back of your knees when you try to switch positions, holding you in that bent up pose. He’s suckling at your clit when his fingers find their way back inside, easily hooking in three and pumping them smoothly.

“How—” he sucks hard, the shape of his full, plush lips fitted over you making a filthy wet smack, “mmm—I love the taste of your sweet pussy?”

When you come like it’s being ripped out of you, legs shaking around his head, lines of his spit dripping down your ass and onto the sheets, he lets you go with a hard slap on your sex, and you nearly wail.

“That’s my girl,” he says. “Yeah, you missed me, huh? You missed it like this, didn’t you? Tell me.”

“Unnng …” a high whine, “Ransom.”

“I know,” he mumbles, kissing up your belly, your neck, your ear.

He moves into position, entering effortlessly after all his prep work, and the shine of your juice still on his beard is fucking unholy hot. He’s grinning and panting, eyes fluttering briefly as he slides home.

“I know it’s big, baby. But you can take it, you’re gonna take it.” He’s a fraction unfocused, letting himself enjoy how you squeeze around him before he begins to punish.

Jesus, you missed this. Missed the agonizing drag of his shaft that feels like it goes on and on forever. Miss the way you get full of him, miss how it almost hurts.

His hipbones are hitting against yours, a steady fast rhythm because he’s experienced like that. Whereas some others might go faster when you’re close, Ransom stays at the pace that got you there in the first place. If anything, he pushes just a bit harder, makes you listen to the sound of his skin on yours, the choke of your breath he punches out.

You crunch yourself up smaller, toes touching the headboard now. Anything to get him further in.

“Fuck, you’re a slut,” he laughs. “Pretty little slut, god you don’t give it up like this for anyone else, do you?”

There’s not enough sense in you to argue even if you wanted to. The room is swimming, undulating, slipping further and further out of reach as the bed rocks and squeaks in protest. You’re sure you met a very handsome guy at the bar weeks ago but as soon as he started hinting that he was interested and stirred up conversation by asking your major, you left.

It just… wasn’t there. It wasn’t the same. No way in hell.

That boy wouldn’t have done this—wouldn’t be planting one foot on the bed, the other knee still down, enormous hands tight on your hips and crashing in.

You could cry, it feels so goddamn good.

Tears dribble their way out from the corner of your eyes. You turn your face enough to get a breath of fresh air, gulping it in frantically between the drive of Ransom’s cock and the half second he slides out.

You vaguely register his hand moving from your hip to your cheek, knuckles brushing upward.

“Oh,” he sighs, “pretty, pretty girl.” He slows his pace, nearly stilling. You squirm beneath him, inching away from how deep he is inside you, how intimate it feels as he kisses the hollow of your cheek and then toward your brow.

“So sweet for me,” he says, pulsing, making you whine with how he pushes against your sore walls. “Did I make a slut out of you? Huh? Make you stupid for my dick?”

“Make me come,” you say. “Make me—“

“Ask me real nice, baby. Ask daddy to make you come.”

You want to hit him. Kill him.

“No?” He whispers into the sensitive shell of your ear, “You don’t want it?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassment clawing up your face, but Ransom’s hold is tighter, sharper, and he really is— so fucking right. You want it. And he’s made you a little stupid, so yeah--

“Please make me come, daddy. I wanna come.”

The Cheshire grin that unfurls on his face is more panther than cat. “You wanna come on daddy’s big cock?”

“Yes, daddy,” you admit. “I wanna so bad.”

“Oh, that’s it, baby. You’re a good girl, aren’t you. You put on a little show just for me? Act like you don’t want it but soon as I get in you and you let me lay you out anywhere, make you say anything.”

You turn away but he’s got your fucking number— got you as a boneless, spineless mess beneath him as he begins to fuck you again, and harder, his calculating, beautiful, cruel face hanging above you like a fever dream.

“You gonna come? Gonna cry?”

He’s melting away, he’s everywhere, and the lights behind your eyelids are starting to glare and threaten to explode.

“Gonna come for daddy, huh. That’s it, baby. That’s my girl, let me feel your pussy— ah— there it is— you can’t help it, can you? Mmm, swallow daddy’s cock with your pussy.”

Your orgasm is a wreck of curses and teeth on Ransom’s shoulder when he drops down close enough to make contact. You shake and whimper, struggling to calm yourself through the aftershocks.

When you’re done, still floaty but more aware, the mess of your humming insides less tight around him, he pulls out and shuffles up until his swollen tip is at your chin.

You obey wordlessly, and afterwards, when the flex of his shaft is tell-tale, and he empties into your mouth, you hold it there, show him the mess.

“Baby,” he says, slowly making his way back down, admiring the come submerging your tongue.

Ransom licks his lips, licks the inside of his cheek, and leans back over again, his eyes liquid darkness and pleased as punch. And he drops a line of spit on top, drools it down over your teeth, into your mouth, and says, “Good girl.”

“You need a new laptop.” He’s tugging his belt until the clasp hooks into place.

“I don’t.”

“It looks old.”

“So do you.”

He bristles, offended. And you try, with as much dignity as you can muster after the last two hours of being fucked blind, to not look so smug about it.

“See you next week,” he hums.

You don’t say anything in response, only listening for the same heavy footsteps slam back downstairs—perhaps a fraction lighter—and the clunk of the door swinging shut. A long breath and you stretch slowly, letting your body regain its normal shape before he bent you into a goddamn pretzel. A few minutes pass, and then a few more, and you hear the roar of his car speed out of the parking lot.

Safe now, out of his reach, you amble back up into your computer chair to face the awful white, blank document staring back like a judgmental audience. You slide in and crack your neck, feeling the throb between your thighs yield to a less uncomfortable ache.

The problem, you’ve learned after leaving Ransom’s world, was that you had been ill-equipped to play his game. His game, and by extension, Meg’s game. All the Thrombeys and Drysdales and everyone in-between.

They belonged to a class you couldn’t really understand unless you were making a fucking killing—and graduation was just around the bend, so maybe you would, one day—but you were in the red with 45 grand of student debt and staring down the barrel of a subsequent degree because it was getting hard to make it with just a single bachelor’s in anything.

There was too much to do and not enough time to be jerked around by Ransom—not nearly enough time to feel frustrated about your situation in any sense. No, scraping by taught you to survive. You couldn’t be whisked off to the Caymans for brunch, couldn’t be fucked raw in hotel infinity pools, get lost for days meandering the Pacific on luxury yachts for the fun of it.

Your world was a little more drab, a little less rose-tinted.

So it was back to normal now, back to the grind, back to not wasting any part of your week on shitty dates, shitty sex, and coming home more frustrated than you left it. Because there was Ransom, so eager to make some kind of statement about proving you wrong that he’d be the last to know when he’s being used.

And maybe 4 out of 5 therapists would say that your coping mechanism to a normal sex drive is unhealthy—mind-fucking and regular-fucking your ex/not-ex will do that—but you wouldn’t know. You can’t afford therapy just yet.

You rub your back, patting out the tightness of overworked muscles. It doesn’t feel any worse than the cramp you’d gotten after staying up three nights in a row cramming for finals.

As if your brain has reset, your fingers begin tapping on the keys, and you realize your writer’s block’s been lifted.

#ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey #knives out #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale smut #reader insert #fanfiction #ransom drysdale thrombey

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sunnydayroleplay · 6 months

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What is your headcanon on what Joseph Cullman was like before he was trying be a better person? Was he doing illegal activities or something bad? What was his day to day like as the old Joseph Cullman? What was the old Joseph Cullman like as a person and wat made Joseph want to be a better person?

Before I continue this head-cannon, yes I am back loves! And for good this time. It's been awhile, I've been super duper busy, but that's not gonna stop me from now on. I'll be posting on the weekends and the occasional Friday! (Or whenever I feel like it during the week) Thanks for the continuous support despite all that!! Now with that said...

Contents Inside: Joseph Cullman, Mentions of Drug/Substance Abuse, Alcohol, Child Abuse, and other sensitive topics.

18- DNI, this is a NSFW post and so is the game it is based off of. This is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games.

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From what we can interpret in the video tapes of his interview, we learn that he was a "rebellious" child in his high-school years. Getting a tattoo, a few for that matter that are rather obviously large. It'd be surprising if his parents didn't notice a thing.

But before we can ask why that is, we have the question of:

Why is Joseph so rebellious and reckless in the first place?

Any good ol' fashioned Southern American family would teach their children some common manners, right? Or despite the undertones of possible racism and homophobia that were very common and still undergoing a "wipe-out" in a time where that would occur, children were still taught to treat their own kind how they'd want to be treated.

Now, I have talked a tad bit about Joseph's childhood and backstory before, which can be found here. (I also already sorta answered half your questions, but I wanted more detail in this post.)

To sum it up, I suspected that Joseph wasn't always this "bad child" that he always seems to hint at. He had good loving parents, a good school life, and plenty of good influences on his young, curious nature. He was nurtured but protected against the world that young children don't need to know about yet. But like an unfortunate amount of marriages, they all lead to disaster. Financial struggles appear. Maybe some ongoing infidelity, addiction. The marriage just got rocky, and the moment the curtains were closed, it was just one argument to the next.

"His parents couldn't afford to have a kid anymore. So they started neglecting him. Putting him up for adoption was a no-go. What would their parents think. Or all their peers the next time they got a job and suddenly everything went alright? They'd be right back to where they once were."

The moment Josephs parents began to neglect and ignore him, Joseph was oh so young, but old enough to comprehend that this is a life or death situation for him. He learned this via abuse. Whether it was his mother belittling and destroying anything that made Joseph chuckle remotely, or his father coming home from work drunk and letting off some steam on him.

"With the constant shitty home life, his school life was affected enormously. His grades went down, and he just got around with the wrong people. He was like any "out of place" child. All he truly wanted was attention and some sort of leverage to lean against. Someone to just listen because he's used to being ignored."

(Read the post, because I now realize I don't know how to summarize)

With that "summarized", we now know what his childhood was most likely. Take this with a grain of salt.

In the "Bad Yogurt" Ending, Jack says “You’ve changed. You’re clean now. You can be whatever you wanna be.” Leading me to believe that Joseph followed after his fathers footsteps. Alcohol and addiction to drugs. In the interview where we learned about how Joseph got his tattoos, which was in his high school years. Because of this I've come up with another headcanon/scenario.

Because Joseph was forced to grow up too fast, and practically raise himself, he's a smart kid. He doesn't believe he is, but he's truly a smart and talented kid. Though papers and his grades say otherwise, Joseph could turn everything around in a minute or two if he chose too. However, due to the gravitational decline on his mental health and home life, he started to underage drink, and get his hands on any drug that was available for him.

One day, Joseph and his 'crew' got invited to a house party. It's late, there's drinks, lights, music, and everything is fired up. After long joyous hours and a couple twenty shots, Joseph is fuuuucked up. Passed out on the couch. You wanna know what people do when they're young and drunk? They do irreversible stupid shit. Joseph got his lovely arm statements by either being so passed out that his friends decided that this would be a perfect canvas to paint on, or he was "consciously" agreeing to this work of art we see on his character sprites.

With a soft opening to the wounds of his childhood and teenage years, how was adulthood like? I doubt it wouldn't be easy, or that he could get away with more things as easier. I feel like Joseph chose to be a better person compared to his old self because of the fact that life would be even more shittier as it continued and that despite saying he wishes he would die, he's just as afraid of death as his 10 year old self. So, if he wanted to live a better life for himself and regain his sensitivity of self again, he had to fix himself up.

To answer your question of "Was he doing illegal activities or something bad?" Your answer is yes, and here's a list.

-As said before, alcoholism starting at age 16.

-Drugs, and at some point did attack people because he couldn't get said fix.

-Would sell himself for money.

-Robbed local stores just to have something in his system for the week minimum.

Joseph knew he had to better himself, and comparing all of this to the interview tapes-- If you didn't know a thing about him beforehand, you would've thought he was a perfect guy.

But we all know that no one is perfect, ain't that right?

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the-dragon-girl-27 · 4 months

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In my previous post i talked about how I have a lotta scrapped MV ideas, well may as well dump some designs i've made based on songs over the years because like I probably wouldn't post these otherwize

also heres a few nice picture of miku from one of em to make you click on this post because its gunna be a long one and all these are hidden below a read more

for the record don't expect me to do anything with any of these, also these are from old to new some of these date back to early 2022 and it shows

This one i posted a storyboard for actually its An Aliens I Love You by Utsu-P.

I gave young Rin a sakura motif with her dress because of miku and rin meeting under a sakura tree, teen miku has a pink ribbion and hairclip to continue this. both rins bow and mikus outfit get darker outfits overtime to sybolize the song getting darker. I also gave adult rin the future rin hair. Miku's "alien" form is more or less how its described in the song tho i was lazy and didn't draw the 4 arms in the refs.

also Lily is Rins mom in this yup there she is indeed.

I actually have a lot of assets finished including the ones above i may show em off one day who knows.

This one is Stained Nocturne by Toa i actually did finish this one

the grey one is when they talk about being colorless

i gave them both very cute and elegent outfits i think it matches the vibe of the song. The starry outfits are the real highlight. if you wonder how I drew em over and over i just copy pasted the stars on their dresses.

they also are very blue because yknow nocturne. I forgot if i dumped the assets for this MV or not maybe next rant post.

This one is Corona by Utsu-P no idea why i did it its probably not even in my top 20 Utsu-P songs i just had some brainworms that wore off. I finished like a minute of it I guess.

I really like rin's outfit. "goth metal astronaut" is such a weirdly specific concept but she absolutley nailed it. 10/10 desin

This one is Garando by Picon. I gave her a like idk what to call it paperboy outfit like the one you see in the MV a few times. her eyes are yellow like bullets because I had this one S teir visual idea. I have some assets for this one i may show off one day.

i also considered doin the sekai ver i really like garando if u cant tell lol

This one is Happy Haloween by Junky another one i finished

Rins is just from the OG mv the rest are themed around the characters

Minori is a dark angel because tenshi no clover is themed around... a normal angel

haruka has candy and a penguin mask because thats her thing

airi is a vampire cuz she has fangs

shizuku is a witch because of her cast a spell on you outfit

This one is NEXT NEST by Satsuki Ga Tenkomori. The cubes are from the original MV image thing. I gave her a super cybernetic look to match the song vibe. I also gave her a plaid skirt to match miku's concept desin because this song is like sorta miku becoming sentient or smth idk been a while since i read the lyrics.

another S teir design. also zamn this ref goes hard lol.

This one is Bluff Liar by EZFG. VY1 doesn't really have a desin so I went with this based on the semi official one (we dont speak of her new official one also i drew this long before that regardless lol) I have a shitty animatic thats 80% stick figures for this. never posted it tho.

tbh i put the file to this ref on an external hard drive cuz this whole video killed my storage because i actually finished it so i yeeted all th assets off my computer as soon as i was finished so i just dowloaded the little thing of assets from this post

not much goin on its kinda just normal ol luka lol

This is Black Hole Artist by utsu-P. its not in project sekai and never will be but it reminded me of Ena so I had this idea. not much to say, I have a few assets for this but nothing really finished.

Another VY1 EZFG song, IDK what my plan was for drawing this over and over. also pretty asthetic ref lol. not much to say i don't draw very cyberish designs so its fun

this is just concept art. this is Roless Weapon by Neru and Inubakumori. yeah those two colabed you wouldnt know cuz this song has no MV. IDK what my plan for this was tbh but like when else would i show this off.

From here on its just concepts lol. this is Atari Front Program by Utsu-P... god how many Utsu songs is this lol

S teir desin i love miniskirt plus pants combo idk its just a vibe.

this drawing sucks lol. this is Live by Mizuno Atsu. Long haired kafu is cute I have better drawings of this in my sketchbook somewhere I think. I might revisit this it would be very simple and cute.

also weirdly my fav part of this aside from her hair is her shoes.

anyway Kafu needs more outfits for songs tbh theres like 3 kafu songs where she has a unique outfit

actually i lied about only having doodles, this is Where Shall We Go by Mellowclle

already made a post bout this

this is my most recent. I sketched this after finishing this art of this song. It is Memento Mori by Buriru

I love this song the creator said its supposed to sound like a mecha anime opening so i went with that vibe. teto looks great, miku doesn't. Teto doesn't really have a counterpart so I assigned miku as her girlfriend lol.

sadly I cannot draw robots so idk what my plan was tho i have a cool visual for the end in my head.

anyway thats everything I could find. does anyone give a crap? probably not but hey character design is fun and i love messing around.

anyway fun trivia more songs i have video ideas for i won't make: Poster Girls Prank - Utsu-P (but with MMJ project sekai)

Stella - Jin

Paranoia - Mezame-P

and probably more i'm forgetting lmfao

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romanarose · 7 months

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Washed In Black: Chapter 1

Darkish!William Tell x fem!Reader

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Summary: A young cocktail waitress at a casino takes interest in William but he rebuffs her advances. Still, he can't get her out of his head. When he follows her home, he stopped an attempted attack and brings her back to his hotel. Wanting company Will invites her on the road with him, just for the summer before her final year of college... It's just a summer fling, right?

Content and Warnings: No happy ending, oops. Darkish!Will, but not really dark to reader. big ole age gap, reader is 21, Will is early 40's. Attempted rape, reader defends herself but William finishes the job. Will briefly stalks her but there was no nefarious intent. Possessive Will, protective Will, hints too Will having OCD (my personal headcanon), PTSD from both Will and reader, reader has a shitty homelife but not abusive like I usually write. Canon typical violence. Alcohol and smoking from everyone involved. More will likely be added as we go but I'll add them in chapters under "additional warnings"

Immersability: References to reader having hair. She works at a casino as a cocktail waitress, takes place in the US and her and her parents live in the US currently. Reader generally dresses "sexy" in casinos, I know not everyone does for different reasons So I figured I should note that.

Authors Note: This fic has been in my head since last November when I saw this movie. It's my comfort movie and IDC how weird that sounds lol. I've gone back and forth on whether this needs to be a one shot or series, but I think miniseries just makes sense. I'm thinking 3 chapters.

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Will wasn’t stalking you, really, he wasn’t.

He just wanted to make sure you got home safe. You’d caught his eye all week, bringing him drinks at the casino he was at for the time being, pretty, flattering dresses. He liked that you wore flats instead of heels. You looked more comfortable. He liked that you had a soft smile on your face, and he liked that you were clearly eyeing him. He’s only human, after all. Did he feel a bit of guilt for checking out someone so much younger than him? Yes, of course he did, but it was just looking… right?

You threw that out the window when you sat down next to him and slid him a drink. When Will gives you a quizzical look, you clarify. “Ton Collins. That’s what you drink, isn’t it?”

It was. You’d been paying attention. “Yeah, it is. But I didn’t order one.”

“Don’t worry, this ones on me.” You gesture to where your ballet flats had been traded for Converse. “I’m off the clock”

Will takes a sip. “Still doesn’t explain why you gave me a drink.”

You roll your eyes, but smile still. “Men aren’t the only ones who can buy drinks.”

A little bit of bite to you, he notes before condeeding. “Fair enough.” William takes his new class and holds it up, smiling when you clink it to his.

Fidgeting in your seat, you look around at the bright lights and bustle of the casino as you try to stoke a conversation. “What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking.”

Will can sense your nervousness from two seats down, trying to keep his eyes from the tight red dress wrapped around your body. He tried to stay polite, you were just a kid after all. “William Tell, and your-” His sentence was interrupted by your laughter, bright and jovial and although he didn’t know what was funny, it made him happy to hear. “What’s so funny”

“Nothing!” You shake your head, trying to move on, as you cover the smile on your red lips. Same shade as your dress. When you see he doesn’t buy it, you smile harder and elaborate. “It’s just, I expected you to give me a fake name, but I didn’t expect it to be so…”

“To be soooo” He urges you on.

“So obvious!” A fresh bout of laughter, and while he was aware you were making fun of him, he couldn’t help smiling gently.

“That is my name.” He lied.

“Yeah, and mine’s maid Marian.”

“You’re thinking of Robin Hood.”

“Same thing.”

“Not really.”

“Whatever.” You tell him your name, and he reaches out to shake your hand. The firm but gentle shake makes your heart skip a beat. He was handsome, a head of straight, fully grey hair, and although you were certain he wouldn’t take kindly to you calling him a DILF, that’s what was going through your head. What appealed the most, however, was his manners. Many a man at this casino had attempted to woo you, to buy you, to assault you. Men were disgusting. With this man, however, although you could tell he was checking you out, it wasn’t leering. You didn’t feel like he was mentally undressing you. He simply said please and thank you and kept to himself and god, it made you want him. You didn’t sleep with the men here as a personal rule… but maybe he could be an acception.

“You can call me Bill, since you don’t like my name.”

“I’m not doing that either.”

She’s a bit of a brat, he notes. “Why not?”

“Too King of the Hill.”

A slight chuckle escaped him. She is trouble.

“Can I call you Will?”

“Whatever makes you happy.” You wouldn't be calling him anything. Will would talk to you while he finished the drink, he didn’t want to be rude, but he wasn’t going to indulge you. You weren’t the first young cocktail waitress that had made a move on him, and plenty of girls barely old enough to drink spent their time hooking at casinos, but William wasn’t that kind of guy. He didn’t have anonymous sex, he didn’t really have sex, and he certainly wasn’t entertaining girls young enough to be his daughter… But Will was fighting for his life. You’d scooted over to the chair next to him, had been very clearly leaning in ways to show him your tits, smiling at him with that youthful grin… No, he couldn’t indulge you.

When you got the hint that he wasn’t about to invite you to his room (he wasn’t staying at the casino anyway), you made a graceful exit, telling him to have a nice night and good luck.

But he couldn’t shake the thought of you.

It was for your safety.

He was just going to make sure you made it out of the crowds okay.

When he saw you were walking home, he was just going to make sure you got home okay. It was dangerous at 2 am for a young girl.

William repeatedly validated his action in his head as he watched you. You were just not being safe. Walking alone, headphones in your ear… something loud and aggressive he assumed by the way you banged your head, did air guitar and drum solo’s… you weren’t paying attention at all. All this was validated on it’s own, however, when William realizes he’s not the only one following you.

The man appears almost out of nowhere not far from the casino and grabs you, pulling you into a dark alleyway before he can jump in. As William runs to the scene, he’s surprised to find you were not quite as helpless as he thought, watching you take a stabber keychain and thrusting it into his side.

“Holy shit” William mutters as he watches the man bleed, but you turn to him, the stabber pointed at his chest.

“WATCH IT!” You yell, but you’re clearly posturing. Your whole body is shaking.

“Relax” William put his hands up, beginning to build his lie. “I saw him following you, I’m not here to hurt you.”

The man on the ground groans loudly in pain, and your shaking becomes uncontrollable. You drop the stabber and rush into his arms. Jesus, you’re naive. So trusting. Another moan and William looks at the man. He was a rapist. Well, attempted one with you, but men like that dont just rape once.

“Go home.” He tells you. “I’ll take care of this.”

You shout a no. “You can’t leave me alone! We’ll call the police!”

Naive indeed. William takes you a few steps away, holding you by the shoulders. “The police won’t do anything but arrest you for stabbing him.”

Confused, you try to argue. “But it’s self defense, he tried to-”

“Your word against his. Women get arrested for defending themself from rape all the time, it’s hard to prove attempted rape.”

The tears never stopped from your pretty eyes. “Then can’t we just… leave him?”

Sweet young thing… William shook his head. “I’m not leaving a rapist alive.”

The man starts begging for his life, alternating between pleas to you, and then when that doesn’t work, telling William that you were asking for it. That didn't help his case. William carefully guides you, taking you out of the alley and away from the bleeding man. “Stay here” He grabs your dropped airpods and tells you to turn up the music.

And you do.

Linkin Park, as loud as it can go, still doesn’t drown out all the sounds that came from the alley.

When William came back in sight, he was covered in blood. He thought you should be horrified… but the way you looked at him was like his night in shining amour. “C’mon. I’ll drive you home.”

“No!” You surpsise him with your answer.

“Or we can walk, that’s-”

“I don’t wanna go home!” When he looked confused, you elaborate. “It’s lonely there, my parent… they act like I don’t exist, and I’m scared, Will. I’m fucking scared and they are no help. Please, please can’t I go with you?”

Bad idea. “No, I don’t think that’s-”

“Please?”

William heard sirens not far away. The dead man’s screams must’ve alerted someone… fuck, they needed to leave. “Fuck, come on.” William wrapped an arm around her, taking her through the alley. “Don’t look at him.” He kept a hand at her head, keeping her eyes forward. Through the backways and slipping into darkness, William took her to where his car was parked and ripped out of the parking lot.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Are you going to tell me where you live?” He asks but you stay silent. He sighs. “Honey how old are you?”

You hesitate. “26”

“You’re a bad liar.”

“Why do you care?”

“I want to make make sure I won’t get arrested for kidnapping a minor!”

“I work at a casino!”

Okay. Fair point. “Just checking, because you said you lived with your parents.”

“It’s a shit economy.”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, I was in prison by 26.” That was enough to make you turn to him. He glanced over to you. “Yeah, you still wanna stay with an ex con?”

“What were you in prison for” Nosy little girl.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Was it it rape?”

“No”

“Then I don’t really care.”

“You should”

“But I don’t.”

“Do you really want to stay with me tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. You can stay with me. For one night, I’m heading out tomorrow.”

“Fine.” A short pause. “Thank you.”

“It’s fine.”

“For all of it.”

“It’s fine.”

When you arrived at the motel and Will opened the door, you were regretting your choice. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Of course his room setup was going to be off putting. He didn’t have an explanation for himself, so he never bothered on the rare occasion someone saw it.

“You’re going to kill me.”

Well that was not what he was expecting. William turned to you. “What?” he reiterated with more vigor.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes before groaning. “God dammit I’m so fucking stupid. My dad was right, I was gonna get myself killed some day!”

He called your name. “What are you talking about? I’m not gonna kill you.”

Gesturing vaguely towards the room, all the furniture, paintings, chairs all wrapped up. “Covering the fucking room? Clearly you’re planning to slit my throat and throw away the evidence.”

William pushed past you. “If I slit your throat, the blood would go everywhere, walls, ceiling, all of it. Covering the bedside table won’t do shit.”

“Oh. That’s comforting, I guess.”

“Are you coming in or not?”

Well, what option did you have? You close the door and take in the room. It was so… plain.

“Why do you cover everything?”

William simply shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine.” He pulls out some clothes, handing you a t shirt and pants and some for himself. “I’m going to shower since I’m covered in blood.” He states plainly, seemingly unphased. “You can shower after, wear these.”

“Thank you.”

After everything was settled, you sat on the bed watching tv while William wrote in a book. “You can lay on the bed, you know. It’s late.”

He didn’t look up. “I’ll sleep here.”

“Oh come on, I’m not taking your damn bed.”

“I don’t sleep much anyway.”

“Ohhhhh mysterious.”

That was enough to make Will turn around, a light smile creeping on his features. “You haven't told me much about yourself either.” He deflected. “What”s a niice girl like you doing in a trashy casino?”

Swinging your legs over the bed, you force yourself up and over to him. “Pays for tuition.”

When you make your way over, Will stands up, looking down at you as his hair flopped in his face. The action closed a lotof distance, bringing him close to you. The left over energy from what happened tonight was buzzing in both of you, unable to sleep despite the late hours of the morning. “Oh yeah? You’re in school?”

“Mhm. Geology at Notre Dame”

“Realy?” He was impressed.

“Yup, senior year.”

“Hm. Pretty and smart.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. William was so worked up, the brutal murder of the man who attempted to rape her transfering into a sexual energy that was getting hard to control.

He expected you to get uncomfortable, but you lit up at his words. “You think I’m pretty?”

It was all slipping out now. “You know damn well that you are. All dressed up in those tight, skimpy dresses, showing yourself off, flirting with me all week…” He took a step forward, but you didn’t move back, instead leaning in ever so slightly.

“And you weren’t flirting back?”

William huffed a short laugh. “I was trying not to. You make it awfully hard.”

It was you who closed the gap, feeling his plush lips against yours. His kiss was immediately hungry, starving, William’s mouth opening wide to take all of you in, to taste the expanse of you. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” But he made no effort to stop, walking you backwards until you topple on the bed.

You were winey and desperate, rutting your hips up into him as he pawed at you. “Need you to fuck me.” You beg him.

“Relax.” Will purrs in your ear, slowly grinding into your spread legs. He was going to take his time with you, fuck you right… but god he was barely holding on himself, so worked up that he needed to release himself somehow. He continued kissing you, licking into your mouth and stifling your pretty little sounds because he just can’t keep his mouth off of you when he feels it. You were shaking.

“Hey,” William pulls back, cupping your face. “Hey, you alright?”

When you look up at him, wide-eyed, Will is stuck by how young you look. “Y-yeah I’m fine I just…” You chuckle nervously. “Not a whole lot of experience in this department.”

Will gives you another few inches of space. “Are you a virgin?”

“No,” You try to assure him, but his intense gaze boring into you did not help the nerves. “Just… not much better.”

Sighing, he drops his forehead to yours. “How old are you?”

“26-”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m 21.”

Another sigh, Will rolled off, but you try to fix it, grabbing at him. “No! Will, I’m sorry, I want you-”

His eyes were pinched closed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Let’s just… lets just go to sleep.”

Embarrassed and sexually frustrated, you begin to shuffle under the blankets with Will. “Can you… can you hold me?”

“Yeah, yeah I can do that.”

William wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his body. You could feel his hardness, but his closeness comforted you. Will made you feel safe.

That morning, you were woken up to the sound of Will packing and you made it a point to groan dramatically. “UUUGGHHHH Why the hell are you up so early?”

“I told you, I don’t sleep much” He was folding up his linens, slowly making the room look normal.

“Ooooo edgy”

“Check out at 10 anyway.”

You grumble, rubbing your face into the pillow. “Do you have to go? Can’t you stay another day?”

Will stopped his movements, pausing before he pulled up a now-uncovered chair to where you lay. With his legs manspreading, he placed his elbows on his knees, folded his hands and leaned towards you. “What’s keeping you here? You clearly don’t care for your parents, your job you can get anywhere, pretty girl like you. What’s keeping you here?”

You’re taken aback by his question, but answer honestly. Early morning grogginess doesn’t leave much room for deception. “Just making enough money to pay for next years school.”

“How much do you think you’ll make this summer.”

You give him an estimate.

He nods. “Leave with me.”

Blink. “Huh?”

“Travel with me. I’ll pay you what you would make at the end and bring you back to school at the start of the summer. I’ll pay for your food, clothes, anything you need.”

You can’t help but huff at that. “What what money? Sorry, but this isn’t exactly a luxury room.”

Little shit. He grabs one of his bags, opens it, revealing large stacks of hundred dollar bills. “I count cards. I keep to modest means but… there’s no reason I can’t win more.”

“Hooooolyyyyy shit.” He was loaded. Absolutely loaded. You get off the pillow, looking back and forth between Will and the money. There’s no reason you couldn’t go. Well, it was dangerous, a strange man you didn’t know taking you across the country… but you were never one for impulse control. Still, you think of last night. “I’m not… I’m not a hooker.”

“It’s not about sex.” When you look suspicious, he presses on. “It gets lonely on the road. I just… want some company. Two and a half months, just us, like a summer vacation. You’ll have everything you need to finish school, I promise.”

His eyes were earnest, and despite the fact you heard him slaughter a man only feet away from you… you trust him.

A few hours later, you and him were on the road. You sent a text to your boss who was none to happy about quitting with no notice, and left a note for your parents when you got your essential saying you left with a friend. They didn’t care enough to question that you didn’t have any friends in your home town anymore.

Will’s car was old but clean. Comfortable. The next destination was Seattle and after hours of begging, he let you put on your own music instead of the silence.

“What the fuck is this shit.”

“It’s Green Day, I thought you would know Green Day, old man.”

He wanted to wipe that bratty smirk right off her face. “This isn’t any Green Day I know.”

“Yeah, cause you probably only know American Idiot, poser.” When Will turned to you with a cocked eyebrow, you backtrack. “Sorry.”

“That’s what I thought.”

When you and Will check into your hotel, he paid in cash. Great, no paper trail in case you’re murdered. Wonderful. Sometimes you wonder what was going through your head when you left with him, but you couldn’t find yourself regretting it. You enjoyed his company so far, even if he was cranky. It was cute. He was cute. You wanted to suck his dick.

“Here.” Will handed you a wad of cash. “There’s a strip mall down the street, get something nice for tonight.”

You smile up at him cheekily, swaying your hips a bit as you walk over to take the money. Fuck, you had a sugar daddy. “Don’t you wanna come with? Make sure you approve of what I buy, stay on budget?” You graze his hand with your fingers as you take it.

He simple began to unpack his linens. “Your budget is whats there.” There had to be at least $1000. “I gotta take care of this.”

“Ah. The weird room thing.”

“Yes, the weird room thing.”

You left him too it, taking the money and going for a shopping spree. You do, of course, pick out what you were sent for. A beautiful black sparkling dress, designer because why not, and some fancy jewelry to go with it. Shoes, however, you get from the department store. You’d do a lot of things, but wearing heels was not one of them. You couldn’t take the pain anymore.

While almost out the door, you spot a little something in a store window, something you’d always wanted but you budget wouldn’t justify it.

A few hours later, you exit the motel bathroom all dolled up. Will was sitting on the bed, phone in hand, only looking up when you exited. “Oh.” Was his first muttered response as he stood.

You blush, looking down. “That all?”

“No, shit, sorry.” he mumbles. “You look beautiful. Sorry, I’m… I’m not good with words…”

You’d noticed that. Not that he wasn’t good with words, just that he didn’t talk much. You didn’t mind, he was… peaceful.

Right before you and William left for the night out, his lady luck on his arms you stop him. “Wait wait!” You say before going to your pile of bags and pulling out a polaroid camera you had bought today.

“Ah come on. Do we have to take pictures?” He grumbled with only a half hearted attempt at resistance.

“If I’m having a summer fling and a road trip, I’m documenting it. I promise I won’t always take pictures of you.”

“Fine.”

“You’re like that grumpy eagle muppet.”

“What the fuck-”

You snapped the picture just as he turned, giggling as it developed. Despite his resistance, Will leaned over to see it: You, smiling brightly at the camera, him, looking grumpy as he frowned at you.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” Will warned, his voice low but a bit of tease was there. His hand gently guided you out the door.

The night awaits.

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Written in the Stars: M.Rasmodius x FEM!Reader SMUT

Warnings: nsfw, smut (minors and ageless blogs gtfo) age gap (older man-younger woman, reader is +18 OBVIOUSLY), p in v sex, unprotected sex (remember protection irl y'all), creampie, oral sex (fem receiving because Rasmo eats pussy like a champ and I will not take any criticism), fingering, outdoor sex, reader loses the ol' v card, some swearing, reader having kinda shitty parents, soulmates thingy, slow burn, fluff, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 11056 Words

A/N: Oh Rasmo, how I wish I could romance you in the base game. God bless to the Stardew Valley modding community tho for making romancing him possible. Specifically, scenes in this are based on mods by PaintedParrot and WerewolfMaster. May both sides of their pillows always be cold lol. Anyways, this is long, so if you're just here for the smut, you're gonna be scrolling a bit. Either way, enjoy, everyone!

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'....There is always a conflict when creating life. Just how much free will do you give a living being? This was a question that the old gods wondered about during the creation of humanity.... In the end, the old gods agreed that the life they created would be given free will, but those that were worthy enough to wield their powers would be given gifts. A life that would be manipulated to be filled with joys as they would see fit. Each one of the old gods granted those worthy of their power with many gifts....And the deity of love gifted the followers of the arcane with a soulmate, rewriting the stars so that they would meet the one who would give them eternal happiness on the mortal and astral plain.'

Your opinion on magic was complicated. You were fascinated with the supernatural but knew that it couldn't be real. The life you lived was filled with science and miserable realism. Not to mention those that mock your interests. What a miserable world where you were forced to go to school, in order to get a mundane job, where you would just work to your death. No mythical creatures or spells.

That was until you got a letter in your mailbox.

It was a letter that under normal circumstances would make a person upset. However, you just felt confused reading it. Your grandfather had passed away and he left his farm plot to you. That didn't make any sense. Your parents said both of your grandparents had died before you were born. You never had any photos with them. Come to think of it, you never had any photos taken with any relative that weren't your parents. Not to mention where the farm was. Stardew Valley? You had never heard of a place like that, and your father was a geography teacher. You knew counties and villages that were forgotten to time. Oh yes, your parents had some explaining to do for sure.

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You confronted your parents the first chance you could. You just wanted answers. Surely this was all just a big misunderstanding. A letter that was meant to go to someone with a similar name to you or something.

But no, your parents had broken. You had a grandfather, specifically it was your paternal grandfather. Your dad felt miserable living in such a small village, feeling alone and bored with farm living. When he became old enough to head to the city, he met your mother and claimed to have gotten a "proper education". Stardew Valley became "dangerous" to him after that, so he left.

Eventually, your mother had guilted him into visiting your grandfather so that you would get to know him. She had never been to Pelican Town, hell she didn't even know that it existed like most people. Upon arriving though, she regretted it. The last time they had taken you to visit your grandfather, you were only four years old.

"Godless, hellish, unexplainable," was how they described Stardew Valley, and yet you didn't believe them. They were the ones always preaching about how this life, bleak and cruel, was enjoyable. How you were always just complaining over nothing. They never cared about how unhappy you were, often dashing your love for the supernatural, raving about the evils of witchcraft.

So you turned your back on them. You didn't know if Stardew Valley would hold the key to your happiness, but you had no doubts in your mind that it would be less bleak than where you were now.

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As soon as the bus pulled into the small village of Pelican Town, you were stupefied. First of all, you had never seen so much color in your entire life. Secondly, the scenery was absolutely beautiful, with lush trees and rolling green hills. The buildings were cute too, cozy even. And the air was so fresh and clear.

Even when you arrived at your grandfather's old farmhouse you felt taken aback. It was so simple, so cozy, so human.

Yes, you were going to enjoy your new life here. You were sure of it.

Suddenly, you sense something...off. Not bad, just off. You head out of the farmhouse and head to the overgrown fields. There you catch a glimpse of purple. Upon getting closer, you see that it is a girl about your age with violet hair. Was it possible to dye your hair such a bright color?

"Um, excuse me?" you call.

"Hm? Oh, hi!" she greets, a bit startled at your presence. "That's right, someone was moving in. Sorry about this."

"It's fine. Um, what are you doing?" you ask. You had never met someone so cheerful.

"Oh, you know, old, abandoned places always have some sort of spiritual energy to them. I just wanted to see if I could sense it," She stands up from her position on the ground.

"You believe in the paranormal?" you cock your head to the side, amazed.

"Yeah, there's all sorts of supernatural shit here. A lot of people claim that there's not, but don't believe them. They know there's something going on. Why would they be so scared of that old wizard if they didn't?" she rambles. Wait, what the hell was she talking about?

"I-what? Wizard?" you never thought it was possible for someone to say something so outlandish that it actually made your brain malfunction.

"Hm, Yeah! He hangs out in this creepy tower in the Cindersap Forest. I...um," the girl stops, face dropping a bit. Suddenly, she just shakes her head, recovering from whatever had distracted her. "Never mind that! I'm Abigail, by the way!"

"Y/N," you say, simply. Was this girl crazy? There was no way that she was for real, right? Still...it was nice to meet someone as passionate as you about the supernatural. "Hey...you wouldn't happen to know about areas that have spiritual energy to them, would you?"

"Um, of course I do! Are you into the paranormal, too?" Abigail asks eagerly.

"I...I am, actually," wow, it was weird admitting it without being mocked or belittled.

"Sweet! Hey, it's going to be a full moon soon. That's like, the perfect time for spirits to come out. Meet me in the old graveyard if you can. We can try a séance," she rambles.

"Yeah, that does sound fun...I'll be there," you decide.

"Cool! See you then, Y/N!" and with that, she skips out of your field.

Well, this was certainly going to be interesting.

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Your friendship with Abigail bloomed since that day. It was nice having someone as fascinated with the occult as you. When you weren't farming, you were exploring around with her, looking for some sort of energy in an area. The funny thing was that you could always sense something when she couldn't. At least she didn't think you were crazy though, always eager that you could feel a vibe she couldn't and begging you to describe what you felt.

Now, you two were doing something that could be seen as a bit, um...illegal. Well, where you came from it would be seen as illegal, but apparently in Pelican Town, no one really seemed to care? You decided to not think about it too much.

Abigail wanted to drag you to the rundown Community Center because there were allegedly "forest spirits" that had taken residence inside. Also, she was apparently taking you with her, because she was a bit too scared to enter the building by herself.

Everything about it seemed odd, as you would expect forest spirits to take residence in an abandoned building in a, well, forest. You didn't care though, because it intrigued you. You could sense something within Stardew Valley, and that sparked a desire to know what that sensation was.

Upon entering the decrepit building, you didn't know what you expected to run into. You knew you would find...something. The building radiated a strong aura, even when the both of you were just simply standing outside of it. If you had to predict what you would've run into, you expected it to be maybe a mystical animal sprite.

What you both did run into completely dashes your expectations. What you and Abigail find is...a colony of cutesy...apple looking creatures? Huh, you definitely couldn't have predicted that. While you think they look adorable, Abigail was absolutely frozen beside you, amazed.

"Y/N...do you know what those are?" she whispers to you. You almost don't hear her. You are too distracted by how the little creatures were looking at you. They didn't seem malicious, at least you couldn't feel anything negative about them. Another odd thing, was the fact that they seem to completely disregard Abigail's presence.

"Wha-no. Of course not," you whisper back when your brain finally registers that she asked you a question.

"I can't believe it...I didn't even think they were real," she is still in absolute awe.

"What? What are they?"

"Junimos. They're said to take care of the forests in Stardew Valley. At least that's what stories always said."

Interesting. Once again, you would think that creatures that are meant to take care of forests would be...a bit bigger. Also less cute.

The spirits all whisper to themselves, all while still glancing at you. Finally, one of them jumps up and makes its way over to you, wielding something in its hands.

"Y/N!" Abigail whisper yells to you and tries to pull you away, but you raise your hand for her to wait.

The Junimo stands in front of you and raises its arms, presenting you with what looks like a scroll.

"F...for me?" you ask, confused. The spirit does a little hop, indicating that yes, they wanted you to take it.

So you did. You carefully took it from the creature, giving a little nod and saying "thank you" to them. The spirit gives you a nod back and runs back to their friends. You unravel the scroll and...you have no idea what you're looking at. It just looks like a bunch of scribbles and symbols you can't understand.

"Woah, what is that?" Abigail asks, trying to read it too.

"I-I don't know. Clearly they want me to take it though," you glance up, but all the Junimo have gone back to the tasks they were doing before you two had entered. "Come on, let's get out of here. Maybe I can understand it better in sunlight?"

You highly doubt it, but still. So you both leave, and just as you suspected, the scroll made even less sense.

"Maybe...do you think there could be books at the library that can help us translate this?" you ask.

"I don't think so. I've read every book possible on the languages of different spirits. I don't...," Abigail trails off, suddenly becoming fidgety.

"What? What's wrong?" you quickly become concerned at her change in demeanor.

"There...there might be someone that can help," she mumbles.

"Really? Who?"

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The large tower that stands in front of you and Abigail gives you both entirely different reactions. While you look at it with fascination, she looks at it with discomfort.

"So this 'Wizard' guy...he might be able to translate this?" you say, still in disbelief that there is an actual wizard in the small town despite running into literal forest spirits and sensing a powerful, magical aura from the tower.

"Stop saying it like that. This dude's the real deal, I swear," she wrings her hands a bit, clearly uneasy.

"Alright then," you begin to walk towards the front door.

"Wh-What are you doing?" she whisper yells at you once more. "Y-You're just gonna ask him? Just like that?"

"I have to translate this. I...I think the Junimo gave it to me for a reason. I have to know," you look at your friend, who is still looking at you incredulously. "You can leave if you get a bad vibe, but I really don't feel anything negative at all."

Abigail opens her mouth to speak, but closes it. She then begins to slowly back away. You sigh and continue to walk towards the door. You knock on it and wait. Suddenly, it slowly swings open, but no one is there. You turn to look at Abigail, but she was long gone.

'Great,' you thought. 'Honestly, what is she so scared of?'

You make your way into the tower, standing in an entryway filled with plants you had never seen before. It's interesting, but you have a scroll to translate, so you continue to walk forward, heading up a small flight of steps.

You then find yourself in a large room, with a bubbling cauldron and a large symbol on the floor in a corner of the room. Standing in front of it, is an older man with purple hair and beard, dressed in black robes and wearing a hat that looks like a mix between a wizard hat and a cowboy hat. His eyes are closed, and yet he senses your presence.

"Ah, yes...come in," he says, before slowly opening his eyes and looking at you. He then stops, his eyes widening as they fall on you, as if he recognizes you. Odd, considering the fact that you had never seen him before. You would've definitely remembered. And yet, you too felt like you had seen him...somewhere.

"I-I'm sorry about bothering you, sir, b-but I think you can help me with something," you ask, sheepish because of his gaze.

"Help...ah, yes, help!," he quickly tries to shake the odd sensation he must've felt, clears his throat, and makes his way over to you. "I am Magnus Rasmodius. Seeker of the arcane truths. Mediary between physical and ethereal. Master of the seven elementals. Keeper of the sacred cha-...erm, you get the point."

He quickly wraps up his ramblings when he sees you give him a funny look. Everyone in Pelican Town fears this guy? He seems like a total dork. Not that you had a problem with that. You honestly found it cute.

"I see...well, I'm-."

"Y/N," he finishes, which causes you to be taken aback. "I know. I had foreseen your arrival. You have come to me to translate something, correct?"

"I...how...?" you shake your head. Damn, Abigail was right, this guy really does seem like the real deal. "Y-Yes, that is why I'm here."

"Naturally. Come, let me show you something," he motions for you to stand closer to the symbol on the floor. He then raises his hand and a look of concentration spreads across his face. "Behold!"

There is a bright flash, and a Junimo appears in the center of the symbol. You jump back, startled, even blinking a couple of times to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you.

"You've encountered these before, correct?" he looks at your amazed face expectantly and tries to push down the amusement he felt at your childlike wonder at what happened.

"Hm? Oh-yes! I-I have," you nod. "It's a Junimo, right?"

"Correct, mysterious creatures they are. For some reason, they refuse to speak with me. And yet...," he trails off, looking back at the spirit. He raises his hand once more and they disappear in another bright flash. "They gifted you a scroll, yes?"

"Y-Yeah...is that...bad?" you awkwardly ask.

"Not at all. Just interesting...," he continues to stare where the spirit once stood, before once again shaking his head. "May I look at it?"

He holds his hand out, at which you hand him the scroll. He unravels it and takes in the writing.

"Yes, this seems about right. One moment, if you please. I shall return, shortly," and just like that, in a flash, he is gone. You look around the room cautiously, feeling out of place in a stranger's home. Your eyes fall on the cauldron once more and the green smoke being excreted from it. In all your years of chemistry, you don't think you had ever seen something like that.

Suddenly, there is another flash of light, causing you to jump once more. There the wizard stands, making his way to his cauldron.

"I have found it," he says, a bit exhausted. "Forgive me, it took a bit. The language is rather obscure."

"What does it say?" you ask, unable to hide your eagerness.

"'We, the Junimo, are happy to aid you. In return, we ask for gifts of the valley. If you are one with the forest, then you will see the true nature of this scroll,'" he recites. This causes you to cock your head to the side. "It would seem that they have taken a great interest in you...."

"Th-That's not bad, right?"

"Of course not. In fact, it is quite fascinating...," he takes a large ladle that rests within the cauldron and begins to stir. "I had wondered what compelled me to make this...."

He then raises the ladle to his nose and sniffs.

"Ah-hah! Yes, just as I thought," he then turns to you and motions for you to come closer. "Come here!"

You hesitantly move to stand next to him, which causes him to tense up a bit. Still, he clears his throat and collects himself.

"I had wondered what they had meant by "one with the forest". I think this may help. My cauldron bubbles with the essence of the forest," you look at him confused, so he explains it to you. "Baby fern, moss grub, caramel-top toadstool...can you smell it?"

He holds the ladle to your nose, which you inhale.

"It smells earthy," you conclude.

"Precisely. Here, drink it. Let the essence of the forest flow through you."

You look up at the wizard, shocked. Was he serious? He expected you to drink something from a stranger?

"It'll be alright, see," he raises the ladle to his lips and drinks a sip from it. He gives you a reassuring smile, which melts your nerves a bit, although it could've helped that he actually drank whatever was in the cauldron.

So you drink it, putting your trust in him. For some reason, there was a voice in your head that was telling you that he wouldn't let harm befall you.

The taste hits you hard. It's bitter and tastes like what you imagined the ingredients he mentioned would taste like. Still, you force it down, letting out a shaky breath afterwards.

Then the effects of the fluid hits. Your vision begins to go green. Not black, green, which actually freaked you out more due never experiencing it before. Then...you feel a calm rush through your veins. Your breathing becomes normal once more, and then....

You wake up in your home. Wait...what? No, that wasn't a dream, that couldn't have been. Looking out your window told you that it was now late afternoon. Jeez, how long had you been out? How did you even get back here? Did the wizard carry you? You were so confused, but at least you felt well rested.

You leave your bed and head outside to check on your crops, before noticing that you had a letter in your mailbox. You open it, and get some answers from it.

'Dear Y/N, my deepest apologies. I did not expect you to react so severely to the elixir. I hope you can forgive me. I made sure you got home safely and have given you back the scroll so that you may fulfill what the Junimo have asked of you. Please rest up as needed. -M.Rasmodius.'

You didn't know how to respond to the letter. Under normal circumstances you should've been outraged or confused. Instead, you found the letter to be sweet.

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Truth be told, Rasmodius was happy to get you out of his tower as fast as possible so that he may have a chance to think. There was no way you could've been who he thought you were. That strong pull towards you, the rush of electricity through his veins as his eyes fell upon you, you clearly radiating a connection to the arcane.

No, not after his luck with love. You couldn't have been the one. He didn't believe that he had such. He had accepted that the deity of love never wanted him to have a dearest companion. Especially someone as young and beautiful.

Still..., if you weren't his soulmate...perhaps you could serve well as an apprentice.

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Abigail hounded you the next day. She was so worried about you which you found humorous. The wizard seemed like he wouldn't even harm a fly. Well, unless he had too, but that's besides the point. What was important was the fact that you could now not only read the language of the Junimo, but just as you expected as you went back to the Community Center, you could understand them as well.

They had asked you for offerings. "Bundles" was the word they used. When a bundle would be completed, they would bless the community with a gift, something to benefit the villagers. If all bundles are fulfilled, the Community Center shall be returned to its former glory.

This was definitely not something you would've been expected to do back in your home city. If you were to explain it to anyone from there, they would think you were utterly mad. And yet, it was just what you desired. A quest to satiate some magical creatures that had put their trust in you? Of course you would do whatever you could to complete it.

Needless to say, Abigail thought you were the coolest friend she ever had, and promised to aid you however she could.

So you got started right away. You began with what you could do first. Completing whatever felt easiest, and working up to the more difficult bundles to be completed. And yet, despite the joy you felt when completing a bundle, the praise of a Junimo when accepting your offering, and the reward for your effort, you still felt like there was more you could do. After all, once the Community Center was completed, what then? You wouldn't allow this to be the end of your mythical adventures. So you decided to visit a certain someone that would make sure those quests never ended. At least, that was what you told yourself when you began to desire seeing Rasmodius again.

So you walked back into the Cindersap Forest and towards his tower. You knock and wait for the door to open on its own once more, before entering.

The wizard was standing right in the same spot he was when you had first met him.

"Ah, Y/N. I foresaw your coming, today. Please join me," he holds his hand out for you to come closer. You do as he tells you, less hesitantly this time. "Forgive me, but I must know. How goes your quest with the Junimo, hm?"

"Oh, it's going great!" you go on to eagerly explain what was asked of you and your progress. Rasmodius smiles at your enthusiasm, his heart even beating a bit faster.

"Excellent. Just as I thought, they had put their faith in you, Y/N. Do not falter."

"I won't," you smile up at him, a bit of pride flowing through you. Suddenly, the wizard clears his throat, composing himself once more.

"You are destined to do great things, Y/N. That is why it is good you came. I have something for you," he begins, causing you to look up at him curiously.

"What is it?" you ask, unable to hide your intrigue.

"A lesson in the pervasive energies of the world," he explains, which causes you to look at him oddly.

"I-I'm sorry, um, what do you mean?"

"Let me explain," he then motions to the stone floor. "Do you see this symbol here?"

"Yes. I was wondering about it," you say, trying to analyze it. Did you see it in a book somewhere?

"I imagined so," he nods. "This is a gate. A portal to another world. A doorway through which an elemental can traverse or a window through which I can peer."

With Rasmodius' explanation, your fascination with the symbol grows. All you can utter is a noise of awe, which once again amuses the wizard.

"Indeed, Now, tell me, have you ever encountered an elemental?" he asks. You think a bit, until your eyes widen a bit at a revelation.

No, you hadn't seen an elemental in person, but you read about them in a book Abigail had given you. You also remembered seeing the symbol in the book as well.

"No, but I've read about them," you explain, which causes the wizard's eyes to widen a bit. "They are creatures made up of the properties of our universe. They can only bond with those who can properly use magic."

"That is correct," he trails off, before shaking his head. "Your intrigue with such beings is fascinating."

"Isn't everyone? Creatures that shouldn't exist, creatures that go against everything we know about science, still occupy the same world we do," you cock your head to the side.

"Yes, but they still don't believe that they are real. Just creatures created for fantasy," he sighs. "That is why your interest in the manner is rather captivating...that is why the spirits must have taken a great interest in you."

You look at the wizard, stupefied. When you decided to visit him today, you didn't really expect this.

"You sense them, correct? Even when those around you cannot?" he asks.

"Yes," you then begin to think. "In fact, ever since I drank that elixir you made, they have only gotten stronger...voices getting louder."

"As mentioned, you are destined to do great things, Y/N. I have no doubts in my mind that your abilities may...attract greater attention," he looks into your eyes, and you can swear you see a bit of longing within them. Perhaps that was just you though, as he quickly blinks it away. "Serve the world and be at peace."

The sound of his front door opening causes you to turn your head. Taking it as your time to leave, you nod back at Rasmodius and bid him farewell. You had your crops to tend to, and Abigail wanted you to go frog hunting with her.

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It was a warm, sunny day, and when days were warm and sunny, you found yourself hanging outside. Especially since you enjoyed listening to the voices of the forest. You found yourself in the Cindersap Forest once more but you did not intend to visit Rasmodius. You wondered if the spirits around a wizard's home were any different then those that were not. Maybe stronger, maybe louder, maybe....

A force stops you when you come across a clearing. You don't know what it is, but it is a force that wants you to watch something. Something that the wizard was doing.

He was standing in the center of the clearing, his eyes closed and face strained with concentration. It looks like the forest was being illuminated by a blue light. He then raises his hand to the sky, and holds it for a moment, before his eyes flutter open and his body relaxes. You don't even realize that whatever was holding you had let you go.

"It is alright, Y/N. You may approach," he turns his head to you. You leave from your spot at the tree line and move to him.

"What were you doing?" you inquire.

"Just assessing the barrier," he glances back up to the sky. "It should last 6 more seasons."

"Barrier?" you look up but don't see anything odd.

"Let me explain," he looks back at you. "While Stardew Valley may seem tranquil, monsters do lurk in its darker corners, particularly deep in the woods. West of my tower, there are dangerous slimes that attack any human they see."

"Like...more dangerous than the ones in the mines?" you ask. You had started exploring the mines a little while ago, and you had your fair share of encounters with slimes of varying colors.

"Indeed," he affirms. "And as the magic practitioner of Stardew Valley and Pelican Town, it is my responsibility to maintain the magical barrier that prevents the monsters from attacking."

"Wow," you glance upwards once more. "That...sounds like a lot of pressure."

"It is, but it is something I must do. When a witch or wizard chooses their home, they also swear to protect the residents of that home," he explains.

"Is it hard?" you ask, which causes Rasmodius to chuckle. The sound makes your heart skip a bit.

"Not after having a lot of practice," he shakes his head amused. "Although, the barrier I keep isn't too vast. There are many witches and wizards that maintain barriers that dwarf mine considerably. Those do take a considerable amount of mana."

"Well then," you give him a small smile. "Thank you for your protection."

Your words cause him to smile back. No one ever thanked him, and he never expected such, but it still felt nice. Especially since it was coming from you. Suddenly, he pauses before looking at the sun.

"Ah, my apologies, Y/N. I must attend a council meeting."

You open your mouth to ask him what he meant, but he had already disappeared in a flash of light. You sigh, but look towards the sky once more. It was a noble thing, protecting those that seem to fear him. Those that probably never thanked him.

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Your connection with the spirits of Stardew Valley only grew, especially as you approached the last few bundles for the Junimo. As such, Abigail would tag along with you on your walks into the forest to hear what the voices within would say. You had no problems translating for her, especially since the spirits had taken a liking to her because of her passion.

You also found yourself discussing anything significant in your conversations with Rasmodius, as he had taken great interest in your connection with the forest spirits. You would also visit his tower when you were curious about something you had read in a book on the supernatural.

That was what you were doing now. You had read something that had intrigued you, so you entered the Cindersap Forest on a quest for answers. You knocked on the door to the wizard's tower, but it didn't open on its own like it usually would.

'He must be at a meeting or something,' you think, before turning to walk away. 'Maybe next-'

Slowly, the front door creaks open. You look back at it, confused, but enter. He must've just got back.

You enter the tower and call his name, but get no answer. Odd. He's not in the main room. You even checked his bedroom, but nothing. You think about leaving, until you remember a staircase leading downwards in the entryway.

You walk down the steps, still calling for Rasmodius and getting nothing in return. Upon entering the basement of the tower, you pause, a rush of energy flooding through you. You wonder what he does down here to make you feel such an aura.

You find yourself being pulled to a room full of books. It's cozy, a room you desire for your own farm. Maybe the next time you speak with Robin, you can discuss it with her. Maybe you'd even include the strange shrine as well. The thought makes you chuckle.

Your eyes scan the many books on the shelves until one calls to you. You pull the book from its place and open it carefully, as it looks quite old.

'....The deity of nature gifted her followers a connection to the Earth. Those that could both wield the powers of the arcane and worship her offerings, would have their stars rewritten. Their crops would always grow plentiful. Their animals always healthy. The spirits of the trees would regard them as their own, granting them their trust. And if they satisfied the requests of the spirits, they would be gifted great rewards....'

'Interesting,' you continue to read on. 'A deity of nature...I wonder what other deities there are. What do they gift?'

Suddenly, a bright flash of light appears beside you, causing you to jump. The wizard now stands before you.

"What are you doing? I only allow those I trust down here," he demands, before his eyes cast down to the book in your hands.

"I-I was j-just wondering where you were, a-and I-I just," you trail off, shaking a bit.

"Hm," he moves closer to you and glances at your book. "This book is over a hundred years old. It details both the history of life itself and the history of users of witchcraft...quite an odd book for you to find intriguing."

"I-I don't know...I find it interesting," you defend, a bit confused at his change in demeanor.

"I see...," he thinks, before shaking his head. "Forgive me, it seems I had forgotten whom I have been talking to. You hunger for knowledge, Y/N. You desire to know the explanations to all of the mysteries the arcane holds."

"I do," you agree, which causes him to nod.

"Visitors from the town here are rare, and not one of them has been drawn to my books," the wizard laments. "My teachings would be insufficient if I never let you quench your thirst for knowledge. For that reason, I shall grant you access to my basement. As long as you promise to stay away from the 'Shrine of Illusions' and the warp hall, you may read any of the books in my collection that interest you."

"Really?" your eyes light up and a smile grows on your face.

"Yes," he chuckles out at your reaction. "Just don't open them too far, as it could crack the spines. Some of these books are hundreds of years old."

"I promise, I will be careful," you look down at the book in your hands and back up at him, before throwing your arms around him in an embrace. "Thank you so much, Rasmodius."

Your hug startles him and makes his body heat up. Oh how he desperately wants to throw his arms around you too. Still, he settles with awkwardly patting your back.

"You are dearly welcome...perhaps I may even be able to teach you some light magic as well," he remarks, causing you to pull away.

"I would like that very much."

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As your knowledge of the arcane grew, so did your abilities that Rasmodius would teach you. You visited him often, whether to read or for a lesson. It was odd, having someone occupy the same space as him after being alone for so long, but the wizard didn't complain. However, he still questioned if you truly were his soulmate. He longed for you, really he did, but you could've very well been another test. If he had loved and lost before, why couldn't you be the same?

So he tried to stay professional, and when that failed he tried to stay cordial. He enjoyed your presence, and if he couldn't have you as a lover, he'd have you as a friend.

Your thoughts on him weren't as complex. You saw him as a wonderful teacher, and as an eccentric friend. You especially would enjoy when he would go on tangents about things he was most passionate about. It reminded you that despite being powerful and almost intimidating, he was still a lovable dork. You had to admit, you were crushing on him a little bit.

You went to visit the wizard on a relatively nice day. Not because you wanted to learn or read anything in particular, but because you wanted to hang out with him if you could.

You arrive and find him outside, muttering something to the plants in his garden.

"Hi, Rasmodius!" you chirp, approaching him.

"Good afternoon, Y/N. I'll be with you shortly," he greets.

"What are you doing?" you cock your head to the side.

"Just a simple protection spell," he explains. "There has been a recent influx of locusts in the forest. I'm just making sure they don't come after my fruit. It's much more efficient than your typical pesticides."

"Really? Wow, you're gonna have to teach me that for my own crops," you remark, causing him to chuckle.

"I don't think you will have to worry, but if it puts your thoughts at ease," with that, he finishes up the spell for the rest of his fruit. Once he finishes, his face drops. "I need to maintain a layer of magical protections on these plants anyway. My ex wife hated them...said they were a sign I was growing soft."

"That's awful," you gasp.

"She still tries to lay the odd hex or two on them when she's out flying at night," he replies, nodding. This only causes a small inferno to spark within you. Not only because it affected your friend, but also because it felt like a slap in the face with your love of farming. What a horrible woman!

"Hmph, well I hope karma bites her back for that," you mutter angrily. Your reaction causes him to mumble something to himself.

"It's one of the reasons Caroline and I....She has a lovely sunroom, you see. Oh well...," though it is soft, you can still hear it. At the mention of Caroline's name, a bit of jealousy sparks within you, even though it seems like whatever he had with her had ended. Rasmodius just shakes his head and clears his throat. "It's difficult. While I love the solitude of the forest, and I enjoy my duties of protecting the Valley...but even a wizard gets disheartened at having his heart broken twice."

Your gaze on him softens, although you do think about how you wouldn't be able to visit Abigail's home now that you were developing a bit of a hate-on for her mom. Upon seeing the sympathetic look in your eyes, the wizard just shakes his head.

"Do not worry about it, Y/N. I will be alright. I'm...," he stops, deciding to change directions with his words. "I'm certainly not in a hurry to give it a third try...but if I do happen to fall in love again someday, it will be with someone who can appreciate a good garden."

"Well, my farm does have an awful lot of plants," you find yourself saying, not realizing you had said it out loud and not in your head until he starts laughing.

"I suppose you are right. But remember, even once you get past the plants, there is the smell of the cauldron," he smiles, before turning to enter his tower. "If you would excuse me, I have business to attend to inside, now that my plants have been adequately protected."

"Y-Yeah, right, um," your face feels hot. "I should probably go too. I'll see you tomorrow, Rasmodius."

"Please, from here on out, call me Magnus. I believe we are past the point of formalities and it's less of a mouthful," he quips.

"Right, well...see you tomorrow, Magnus," you rephrase. He's right, it is a lot easier to say.

"Of course," he muses. "And you as well, Y/N."

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If you had to describe your relationship with Magnus to someone, you would describe it like the drop of a roller coast. Climbing up that large hill of your friendship, and now at the top. The cart is teetering in-between platonic and romantic. The two of you truly have been growing closer, getting to a point where you felt like you needed to see each other at least once a day.

You had never felt this way towards anyone before, it was such a strong pull you felt towards him that you couldn't explain, so after a long day of tending to your crops and animals, you went to visit his tower. Sure, it was a bit late...okay very late, but you knew he would be happy to see you again.

Nowadays, you would still knock on his front door, but would let yourself in without waiting for it to open by itself. You call for Magnus but receive no answer. Upon entering the main room of the tower, however, you found him muttering to himself while mixing something in his cauldron.

Suddenly, he curses in frustration and begins to pace back and forth in front of it. You make your way towards him, concerned.

"Magnus?"

The wizard jumps at your voice, before relaxing when he realizes it's just you.

"Y/N, I apologize. I didn't hear you enter," he places a hand over his heart and takes a deep breath. "It would seem you caught me in the midst of some rather delicate work."

"Oh, really? What are you doing?" you ask, intrigued.

"I find myself in need of a way to produce artificial energies for my own use," he explains, though it doesn't answer your question that much.

"And what might that be?" you push, causing him to let out a defeated sigh.

"I...um...have not been sleeping lately. I hoped to remedy that with this ritual, but I have only achieved frustration, as you might've noticed," he pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out a tired breath.

"That's terrible. Is there no sleeping elixir recipe out there?" you question. You couldn't imagine the last time you got a poor night sleep. Surely it must've been before moving here.

"This was the last one I tried," he mutters, before looking at you. "Tell me, Y/N, what do you do when you cannot sleep?"

"I wish I could tell you, but I really don't remember the last time I couldn't," you reply sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Magnus."

"Hm, just my luck," he shakes his head.

"Have you tried common, non magical ways? Tea? Meditation?" you throw out.

"Believe me, I have tried everything that the mundane do first," he moves past you to pace around his portal, grumbling to himself. "I am doomed to toil until I succeed or fall into my own cauldron."

You just shake your head and follow him, grabbing his arm to stop him.

"Magnus, enough," you say, sternly. "If even magic won't work, then the only thing left to do is just lay down."

"I can assure you I've tried that," he mutters.

"Well then, I guess I'm staying here until you try again," you figure.

He sighs once more, and stares down at you. Unfortunately for him, you weren't showing any signs of backing down, which causes him to relent.

"Oh, very well. I will try again. But just know that I will be back at this as soon as you leave."

"Whelp, I guess that means I'm staying the night, then," you quip, which causes his face to heat up and for him to clear his throat.

"Yes...well," he thinks for a moment, before giving you a tired smile. "It'll be quite difficult for you to keep yourself entertained watching me sleep."

You just shrug, and follow him into his small bedroom. He mutters something to himself, and in a flash of light he is now dressed in...oddly casual pajamas. He then crawls under the covers of his bed, but smirks at the strange look on your face.

"What?"

"Nothing...just surprised that you dress like a normal person for bed," you tease. "I thought you would've worn a night shirt or long underwear."

Magnus laughs and shakes his head.

"Believe me, I find the simplicity of these to be a lot more comfortable. Just promise to not tell anyone in the village about it."

"Ha! They wouldn't believe me even if I got a picture of you," you make your way over to his side of the bed and sit on the edge now that he seems comfortable. His smile begins to fade and he lets out a sigh.

"Y/N," he begins, eyes starting to get heavy and moving to take your hand.

"Yes, Magnus?" you let him hold your hand and squeeze it reassuringly.

"Please...don't let me...dream...," and with that, he nods off. What an odd request. Still, you would do it. You honestly would probably do anything he asked you.

You sit there for a bit, watching his peaceful face as he sleeps. You promised you would stay all night, so why not get comfortable yourself? After all, his bed was big enough for two. You carefully stand up and move to the other side. You then quietly mutter the same spell he did, replacing your previous clothes with your own pajamas.

Now dressed to sleep, you gently climb onto the bed, keeping yourself above the covers fearing that sleeping under them would've been too far. Jeez, his bed was comfy, and as soon as your head rested on the pillows, you fell asleep.

What did he have trouble sleeping for?

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As morning rolls over Stardew Valley, Magnus stirs and slowly blinks open his eyes. Did he really sleep all night? Not to mention the fact that he didn't dream once. He smiles to himself, realizing that you by his side really did help him. He sits up to stretch but pauses as he feels something, or more accurately someone, moving behind him. He glances over his shoulder, and his eyes widen. He couldn't believe what he was looking at.

There you were sleeping peacefully on the other side of his bed. You look so serene, the glow from the sunlight illuminating your beauty. The scene makes him smile, before averting his eyes and shifting a bit when he sees that your pajamas was a pretty night dress.

You yawn and sit up, stretching yourself. When you open your eyes, you let out a surprised gasp.

"What's wrong?" Magnus turns back to look at you concerned.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sleep here all night-or at all," you quickly try to defend, worried that you have made him uncomfortable.

"Please, do not worry about it. Your presence...,"he thinks for a moment before continuing. "Your presence was greatly appreciated."

"So you slept all night?" you ask, a small grin forming on your face.

"Yes, I did," he nods, and gives you his own smile.

"I really don't get it," you wonder. "Your bed's so comfortable, and you fell asleep rather quick. Why have you been having trouble with it?"

He looks away from you and sighs, already feeling his face heat up with shame.

"Occasionally, I find myself plagued with dark dreams...and I decide to childishly resort to avoiding sleep entirely. I must apologize for the state you found me in, but I must also thank you for choosing to stay by my side," he turns back to you and takes your hands in his. "With you by my side, I slept soundly as I have not for several weeks."

This makes your smile grow, and for your cheeks to warm up.

"Aw...you're welcome," you reply, a bit sheepish now. "You know I'm always happy to help you, Mag."

He lets out a small laugh at that. He normally was not a big fan of nicknames, but with you he would make an exception.

"Yes, well...," he squeezes your hand while he thinks. "If there is anything I can do to repay you, you have but to ask."

"Oh please, I...well," you drawl out, playfully. "If you insist...some breakfast would be nice."

"Of course. What would you like?" he asks, and you tell him what you're craving. "Alright, just a moment."

You expect him to get up and go find what you requested, but instead he holds his hand out flat and says a spell. Suddenly, a tray appears in his hand with what you asked for on it. Your eyes widen in shock.

"Yo-You can just do that? You can just summon food?" you move to touch the tray to see if it is real.

"Yes, but it can take a considerable amount of mana depending on how much food is summoned. So thank you for giving me something relatively simple," you giggle at that, before he offers you the tray. "Go ahead, and eat. Oh, and don't be afraid to ask for more if that is what you desire."

You did eat what Magnus gave you, and it was the best breakfast you had ever eaten.

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Could you have said that your relationship with Magnus was far from friendship at that point? Yes, you absolutely could. To be fair, it is hard to keep things platonic when you both longed for each other and slept in the same bed. The real question was when things would become official, and you could finally say that you two were a couple.

Fortunately, the time came when you got a letter in your mailbox.

'Greetings YN, many untold wonders are sheltered amongst the trees. Today, in particular, a strange energy stirs in the forest. If you would like to learn more on these unknown secrets, meet me in the hidden woods North of my tower. Sincerely, Magnus.'

It was a rather formal letter, then again Mag did like to be formal when he was teaching you something. You were none the wiser to the letter's true nature, as you were too excited to know what he had found.

So you departed from your farm after taking care of your crops and animals, making your way to where you were asked to meet him.

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You found Magnus standing in the center of what looked to have been an old shrine, with cracked pillars, pink roses, and the statue of a beautiful woman. It all looks so tranquil, a place where you could just go to be alone and think. As you approach him, he appears to be lost in thought, looking at the statue.

"Boo!" you playfully jump out and startle him out of his thoughts.

"Ah! Oh Y/N, you must grant an old wizard some mercy with tricks like that," he sighs, but a smile forms on his face at your mischievous giggle.

"Sorry, but it was just too easy," you let out in-between your impish fit. "Besides, I gotta keep this old wizard on his toes, don't I?"

His grin only widens at that and he shakes his head.

"It's good that you came," he says, almost absentmindedly.

"Why wouldn't I? You knew what you were doing when you wrote that letter."

"Yes, well," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I'm afraid I have deceived you with what I wrote. I have brought you here for...a different purpose."

"Oh, um, okay," this confuses but still intrigues you on what he had in store for you. "Why am I here, then?"

"As you know, I have spent much of my life to divination and communication with ill-understood lifeforms," his face falls. "As such I have lost much of what comes naturally in human conversation. It is difficult for me to...oh, how is it said...?"

He trails off a bit, before placing a hand over his heart. He then glances at you and takes a step closer.

"Y/N," he takes your hands into his. "Listen. Open your mind. Open your senses. Can you hear it?"

You strain your ears to see if you can pick up the voices of the forest, but you can't hear anything.

"Hear what?" you ask, not realizing you had taken a step closer to him.

"My heart," he explains. "It pounds in my chest more fiercely than I have ever known it to."

His words make your own heart's pace speed up, and an unfamiliar warmth begins to spread throughout your body.

"The energies of the Earth surge around us. Her energy surges around us. It can be no accident. I have grown tired of lying to myself. I can no longer deny my feelings for you," his words make your eyes widen in surprise. "I truly did not think it possible after my ex wife and-oh never mind them. I care nothing for them now. I only care for you, my dearest Y/N, for you have enchanted me."

As soon as he finishes his confession, your mind replays his words in your head over and over. They make you feel like you're floating, like all of this is just a dream. Eventually, a voice whispers in your ear that you should probably respond to him.

"I feel the same way," you finally get out, although you wish you could've confessed your feelings to him in an equally beautiful way.

"Truly?" he asks, suddenly, which makes you giggle. "Ahem, I mean-that is...of course you do."

He rambles on about how he "never doubted" your feelings for him. You let him babble on though, as it's just another reminder of how he was a dork.

Your lovable dork.

You smile and move to wrap your arms around his neck, which stops him. He beams down at you, bringing one of his hands to your waist, while the other caresses your cheek.

Like two magnets, your bodies lock together and your lips meet his. The feeling causes sparks to fly behind your eyelids, and for electricity to flow through your veins. Then, an image flashes in your mind. A passage from a book.

'....And the deity of love gifted the followers of the arcane with a soulmate, rewriting the stars so that they would meet the one who would give them eternal happiness on the mortal and astral plain.'

When you both finally pull away, you look at him in awe, especially with everything now looking more vibrant.

"...That's what you are. You're my soulmate, aren't you?" you breath, still reeling from the kiss.

"And you, mine," he utters, still caressing your face. "With my heart broken twice, I had assumed the deity of love had not wished for it to be complete. But now I realize she was punishing me for my impatience, for not waiting on you."

You turn your head to look at the statue beside you. The woman's stone face looks upon you and Magnus benevolently.

"And this...this is her shrine, isn't it?" your eyes fall back onto him.

"It was the only way to be sure," he explains.

And with that, your lips found each other once more, as if even that brief moment of them apart was too long. You had never kissed anyone before, but with the knowledge that you know now, you doubt that it would even feel half as good.

Eventually, you two were no longer standing. You were now laying on the soft grass with him hovering over you, his lips now on your neck and his beard was scratching your sensitive skin in the best way possible. Neither of you even realize it, slowly becoming intoxicated on the other. Even as you begin to mewl and writhe underneath Mag from him sucking your soft flesh, you both only become aware of your predicament when he pulls away to look at you.

"Ah, forgive me," Magnus pants but still doesn't move off of you. "I have no idea what's gotten into me."

"Are you gonna stop?" you breath out, unable to hide your disappointment.

"Do you wish for me to continue?" truth be told, he really wants to, feeling a powerful lust flow through him that he had never felt before. Of course, your comfort came first, always.

Fortunately for him, you are being consumed by the same raging desire, and you nod desperately. With that, he takes the straps of the dress you were wearing and slowly pulls them downward, exposing more of your skin for him to worship.

You should've been embarrassed, nervous even considering the fact that this was going to be your first time having sex, but your mind is way too fuzzy to care. Especially as his mouth is back on you, now focusing on your chest and having his teeth graze your flesh.

Slowly, he moves downward as does your dress, until your breasts are exposed to him. He wastes no time moving to one of them, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud there, before locking it in-between his lips. Meanwhile, your other breast is being massaged by one of his rough hands. The feeling causes you to cry out and arch your back upwards. You don't know if it's even possible for your panties to get anymore wet, especially as he switches so that your breasts get equal treatment.

You continue to moan and your fingers thread themselves in-between Mag's violet locks, nails scratching his scalp and causing him to groan. He pulls himself away from you, which pulls a whine from your lips, but you stop when he pulls your dress from your body and tosses it to the side.

It was only now, with you being in only your panties, that you realize the intensity of the situation.

"M-Mag?" you manage to whimper out.

"Yes, my love?" he gazes up at you with his pupils blown wide. The sight is almost enough for you to forget your words.

"I-I'm...this is...,"it takes all your might for your cloudy brain to form what you wanted to say. "T-This is...my...first t-time."

Despite his mind being just as muddy, your words still pierce him.

"Is...is it, really?" he breathes out, to which you nod. "I see...."

He lowers his head to your stomach and places a kiss there.

"Let me take care of you...I will take care of you," he murmurs in-between kisses, getting lower and lower until his fingers find the waistband of your panties.

He looks up at you, his eyes asking you for permission. You let out a soft "please", desperate for him to continue. So he does, not wanting to deny you, and pulls the damp fabric from your body. The sight of your soaked pussy makes him groan and realize just how uncomfortable his robes were.

Magnus mutters a spell to himself, causing his clothing to disappear entirely, and sighs with a bit of relief. You, on the other hand, are now delirious with lust as you gaze upon him. You had never seen this much of him before, not that you were complaining, especially as your eyes fall on his cock. He was long, with the tip bright red and precum dripping down his shaft. You honestly thought that he was going to just fuck you right then and there, which you certainly had no problems with.

He surprises you though, lowering his head to place a kiss to your mound first, then to your wet folds. You shamelessly moan at the feeling of your pussy finally getting some attention. He then begins to drag his tongue through your lower lips, starting at your entrance and ending at your clit, moaning a bit as he laps up your arousal.

Your hands find themselves back in his hair, sobbing loudly with pleasure. This just eggs Mag on as he latches his lips onto your clit, sucking on it harshly to see how you'd react. Just as he thought, your fingers tighten their grasp and your wails increase in volume and pitch.

He then slips one of his fingers inside of you, finding little resistance due to your slick. The feeling of what could be compared to a coil tightening forms within your stomach, your release imminent. All it takes is him pushing in a second finger to drive you over the edge. You cum hard on his hand and mouth, tears of pleasure flowing down your face. If you cumming from his mouth was that intense, you can't even imagine what cumming on his dick's going to be like.

Even as you fall from your high, Mag continues to scissor his fingers inside of you, stretching you out so you can be ready for his length. It is taking him his little self control he has to not fuck you quite yet, but quickly snaps once his brain hyper focuses on how your pussy swallows up his digits, not to mention the feeling.

So he pulls his hand away from your body, and wastes no time lining his cock up with your tight little hole. He looks back up at your blissed out face, though he gives you less time to give him permission. Not that you care, you're craving his dick despite getting your release mere seconds ago.

As soon as he pushes the tip of his length inside of you, he quickly loses himself. That sweet, lovable dork that never liked losing his composure was nowhere to be found. In his place was a man that was rutting into you like his life depended on it.

The pain that you should've been feeling from him repeatedly shoving all of cock in and out of you was severely dulled. It felt like you were being claimed by him, and as such, all you could really focus on was pleasure. Likewise he was feeling like he was being claimed by you, which was why he was fucking you like an animal in heat, on top of the fact that he had denied himself of such pleasure for so long.

That feeling was the two of you officially sealing your bond as soulmates, and nothing from here on out would shatter it. Of course, the two of you would realize that after the heavy cloud of lust left your brains.

At a particularly harsh thrust, you dig your nails into Mag's back and throw one of your legs over his waist, which he wraps an arm around to hold it in place. The new angle causes the tip of his dick to hit areas inside of you that you weren't even sure were real up until that point.

All it takes is three strokes of his cock inside of you for you to cum hard, screaming so loud that you wouldn't be surprised if someone all the way in the village heard you. At the feeling of your velvety walls constricting his length, he let out his own moan as he floods your pussy with his seed.

You both are sweaty and exhausted, with Magnus using all of his strength to keep himself from crushing your limp body. He continues to shallowly thrust into you, not wanting to come down from his high. To be fair, you didn't want to either, as your vision was still white and your legs still felt like jelly.

When the two of you finally do come back down to Earth, you both don't know what to say, still not believing that this was real. All you can pant out is an exhausted "wow", followed by a tired laugh. Mag smirks at your reaction, but quickly loses it.

"What's wrong?" you ask, concerned, worried he was starting to have regrets.

"That...that really was a miserable way to lose your virginity, wasn't it?" he lets go of your leg and moves his hand to your face, brushing some strands that were sticking to your sweaty face.

"I...I don't think so," you move your own hand up to his face to cup his cheek. "I really enjoyed myself. Did...didn't you?"

"O...Of course I did. It's just...," he frowns. "I just feel that your first time should've been passionate and spent on a comfortable bed, and not with me rutting into you like an animal in heat."

"I don't mind," you shrug. "I enjoyed that a lot. Besides, I thought you were really hot."

"Really? Even though I looked completely undignified?"

You giggle and nod.

"Absolutely," you then pull him down into a kiss, which he returns. When you both pull away you glance upwards at the statue. "I think it was what she wanted anyways."

Magnus turns to look up at the statue as well.

"Perhaps you are right," he nods, before smiling down at you. "Still, if I can't worship you on a soft bed during, would you allow me to do so, afterwards?"

"I'd like that, but um, Mag?" you ask.

"Yes my love?"

"Do you think you could warp us to that bed? I don't think I'll be walking for a while," you quip.

"Ah-yes, of course! Um...I am terribly sorry," his apologizes sheepishly.

"As I said, it's fine. I was just warning you," you tease.

He nods, before carefully pulling out and moving off of you. He collects your panties and dress, before pulling you into his lap.

In a flash of light, the two of you were in his bedroom. Magnus sets your clothes at the foot of the bed, before gently laying you down on top of the soft covers. He then lies down next to you, and pulls you close to him. You nuzzle into his chest eagerly, getting comfortable.

"Yeah, this is nice, too," you smile.

He nods at you, and begins to rub your back. Suddenly, he tenses up.

"Uh oh, what now?" you giggle, looking up at him.

"I haven't even told you that I love you, yet. I truly am a horrible soulmate aren't I," he shakes his head.

"I thought that was your big declaration you gave me at the shrine?" you smirk.

"Yes, but it wasn't those three words was it?"

"Mm, no, but it had the same effect," you hum.

"Did it really? I would've rather...," he trails off about what he wished he would've done for the whole thing. Of course, you get tired of his rambling and place a kiss to his lips to shut him up.

"You really are a big dork, you know that Mag?" you quip. "But if it helps you rest up, tell me now."

"As you wish," he nods, before clearing his throat. "I love you, Y/N. And I promise that I will cherish you in this life and the next."

"I love you too, Magnus," you start before getting comfortable once more. "And for as long as I exist, I will stay by your side and love you as fiercely as you'll let me."

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