#my friend asked me to draw Dream with a bow and it got out of hand

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Girl of Your Dreams || Part 1

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl's annoying female sidekick is pestering him.

18+ MDNI: WARNINGS: injury, aggressive Shane, profanity

        You were no stranger to pain. The world had been unfair to you from the time you entered it, but this was a whole new level of torture. You had survived the wake of the apocalypse with your only friend, but when you encountered a group of those undead fucks, she didn't make it, and you were left to run for your life all on your own. You were fairly certain you lost the hungry corpses some time ago, but now you had a new dilemma: how to free yourself from a bear trap?

        The metal dug into your flesh and crushed the bone beneath. You was beyond painful. You were shocked your cries didn't draw anything in to eat you, but you were ultimately alone until he came along. Wit the sleeves torn off a flannel shirt and a crossbow slung over his shoulder, he'd left the camp by the quarry that day to find some food, hopefully enough to feed everyone but chances of that were slim.

        "Ya bit?" Was the first thing he asked, with that raspy voice you would come to find comfort in. 

        "Gee, I'm fine. Doesn't hurt at all. Thanks for asking." You shot back. A woman of sarcasm, something he could appreciate.

        "Show me ya ain't bit and I'll get that thing off ya." He shrugged. You sighed.

        "Not bit." You said, holding your bare arms up, showing him the sides of your neck, and finally lifting your shirt to show him a bite-free midriff. He nodded and knelt down on one knee, setting his bow to the side so he could properly dismantle the trap. You winced and sighed in relief at the release of pressure from your ankle. "Thanks." You breathed, pulling up the leg of your jeans to take a good look.

        The bruising had already begun, and the flesh was chewed to bits. You went to stand but failed. The pressure on your ankle was too much.

        "Great." You grumbled. "Real fuckin' nice."

        "C'mere." He said, standing up now as he held his hand out to you. You took it, seeing little other options. Unless, of course, you wanted to wait for the next flesh-starved freak to come stumbling through.

        "Thanks again." You grunted as you pulled yourself up. You managed to stand on one foot, but there was no way you could walk without aide. 

        "C'mon. Got a camp not too far from here." He told you. And there it was, the beginning. Of course the other campers didn't take so kindly to a new mouth to feed, especially one that could barely walk, but Daryl made sure you had your place, and that earned your respect. It also earned your kindness, which was hard to come by for anyone. You weren't the friendly type, more of the shut-up-and-don't-breathe-in-my-space type. Shane, most of all, was your least favorite. The whole self-proclaimed leader thing got under your skin fast, and he was the first to voice his concerns about your presence among the others. After all, he had a girl and a kid to look out for, which you'd come to find out later weren't even his, but his best friend's, who he told them was dead. He wasn't, though, and he showed up a couple weeks later. Glenn and the others brought him back instead of Merle, Daryl's brother.

        Daryl was outraged to say the least, and when they went back for his kin, they only found a hand where he should have been. Walkers attacked camp the that night, when Daryl and the others were in the city, and you only fucked up your ankle more fighting the sons of bitches off. Still, you prevailed. You always did. You were a survivor. 

        In the following weeks, between burning and burying bodies, finding and escaping the CDC, and getting stranded on the highway only to wind up on a farm, you and Daryl had grown pretty close. You comforted him with your silent presence as he coped with the loss of his brother, and once you could walk again you aided in a lot of the search for Sophia. 

        You went with him on a particularly hot day, carrying the extra water for the two of you, telling him all about how you couldn't take anymore of Shane's pestering. Apparently now that Lori had pushed him away for Rick, he had taken up a newfound fondness of you and your smart mouth. 

        "It's like -- I tell the guy to fuck off and his heart eyes grow bigger." You complained. Scoffed a little laugh and shook his head. Not necessarily interested in your drama, but curious nonetheless. Any excuse to tell Shane off would've been a green light to him. You continued. "You know yesterday he tried to come in my tent when I was asleep?"

        Daryl stopped walking and eyed you intently, waiting for more.

        "Yeah, dude. I was asleep when it happened. Woke up to him running his hand up my thigh. So, if you notice any dark coloration around his eye, it's cause I kicked him. In the eye." You explained. 

        Daryl chewed on his lip and continued walking. You handed him some water to drink as you sipped some yourself. After pushing a little further he sighed.

        "Let's take a break an' eat somethin'." He suggested. You happily obliged, sitting crisscross on the forest floor, unwrapping a napkin with some nuts and dried fruit for the two of you to share.

        "He didn't hurt ya or nothin'?" He asked. You shrugged.

        "If he did, I promise he'd have gotten more than a foot in his eye."

        "Mm." He nodded. "You know I'd kill him, if he did."

        "Awe, are you sweet on me Dixon?" You teased, grinning as you bumped his shoulder with yours. He glared at you.

        "Ain't sweet on no one." He grumbled.

        "Except me." 

        "Shut up."

        "It's okay. I know you put that trap out to catch a girl like me. Lucky for you, I was dumb enough to step in it." You gloated. He got so flustered when you joked like that, but you enjoyed it. As gruff as he was, he was the shy type which made him all the more attractive. You loved a good mystery.

        "Nah, I placed that trap out lookin' for the woman of my dreams an' got stuck with you." He joked. You gasped, mocking an appalled expression.

        "You mean, I'm not the woman you always dreamed of?"

        Actually, you kind of were, now that he thought about it. He'd need a woman that could handle his brother, and in the short time  you spent with the man you handled him quite well. He needed a woman who didn't need to be coddled, a woman with a sharp tongue and an independent nature. Someone who didn't need him, who only kept him around because she liked him. You did check all those boxes.

        "You first." He grunted.

        "Me first what? Are you asking if you're the man of my dreams?" You asked. He shrugged, picking at the last of the food in his hands. "Well, I never dreamed of a man, to be honest. Just figured I'd find one, one day, that didn't get on my every last nerve."

        "Did you?" He wondered.

        "Nope." You laughed. "They all pissed me off. Except you. You're alright, I guess." You shrugged.

        "Guess you ain't so bad." He returned the compliment, if you could call it that. You smiled sweetly, staring down at the crunchy brown leaves.

        "Not bad at all, for someone you got stuck with." You said.

        "Stuck? Nah. I'd have got rid of ya by now if I didn't want ya around."

        "So you do like me."

        "Didn't say that."

        "Mmm. Ya kinda did." You pushed.

        "What if I do? Don't change nothin'." 

        "Nope. It doesn't." You chirped, before leaning in close to him and whispering; "'Cause I already knew ya did." 

        He sighed and pushed you away, you chuckling in the process.

        "Were you always this annoyin'?" He asked.

        "Yes, indeed. I'm vexing by nature. Is that a deal breaker?"

        "Depends how long it takes you to shut up."

        "Oof." You winced. "That was cold."

        "Please. You ain't that soft."

        "Only for you, Darlina." You said. Normally he'd snap at anyone who called him that. Only Merle ever got away with it and that was mostly just due to the fact he had no energy to argue with Merle. Getting a reaction out of him would have only pushed Merle to say it more, anyways.

        "You keep pushin' your luck, girl, and we're gonna have problems."

        "Oh?" You raised your brows. "Do tell."

        "Won't have to. I'll just show ya. Keep  tryin' me and find out."

        "Was that a threat? 'Cause I'll be honest with ya, you're just getting me excited."

        He shot you a sideways glance, smirking a little at the suggestiveness of your comment. This girl ain't got no idea what she's gettin' into, he thought.

        That night at camp, when Shane found you alone, adding your clothes form the day to the dirty laundry, Daryl was watching from afar.

        "Maybe you can talk some sense into everybody." He began. "You've been out there with him. You can tell them there haven't been any leads. We're wasting resources and manpower, here."

        "Sure! I'll do that!" You said with sickeningly sweet sarcasm oozing from your tongue. The prideful officer clenched his jaw tightly at your act of disrespect. "Only, I won't, because we've found two leads already." 

        "Oh, right, a doll he almost died for and a blanket in a cupboard." He scoffed. "What is it with you and him, huh? You out there fuckin'? Or do you really just enjoy wasting everyone's time and supplies."

        "Everyone?  Last I checked, it's just been me and him out there the last few days. Nobody else. And, even if we were fucking, it'd be none of your concern." You spat, stabbing your finger into his chest with malice. He gripped your wrist as you did so, hard, might you add. Tight enough that it actually hurt. You tried to yank you arm away to no avail. You were strong, but he was stronger.

        "Let me go, asshole." You said through gritted teeth. He didn't. Instead he held you still and leaned his face close to yours.

        "Let me make somethin' real clear to you, little girl--"

        "There a problem?" Daryl asked, suddenly appearing behind Shane.

        Shane grinded his teeth together, a blazing glare burning into you for only a second before he let go of your wrist and turned to Daryl. You held your wrist to your body, rubbing it.

        "Nah. No problem." Shane said lowly before he stormed away, maintaining eye contact with Daryl for some time as he did so. When Shane was far enough for comfort, Daryl stepped over from you and grabbed your hand, looking over your wrist. It was still white with Shane's finger prints and he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised later.

        "You alright?" He asked, letting your hand fall back down.

        "Yeah." You nodded, watching as Shane disappeared into the darkness. "Thanks."

        "C'mon." He told you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and leading you toward his own tent. "You're stayin' with me in case he tries anythin'."

        "A sleepover? So soon? No dinner  first?" You joked.

        "Shut up." He said, holding his tent open for you to climb in. When you were inside, he followed, and made sure you had a place to get comfy. "This alright?" He asked, referring to his sleeping bag that he had completely unzipped and laid out flat like a palette. 

        "Perfect." You smiled, laying down on one side. He laid down on the other side, on his back. You were on your side, facing him, still rubbing your wrist. He took notice.

        "Still hurt?" He asked.

        "No, actually. It's just weird. I can still feel his hand around me, you know?"

        "Well he won't get ahold of ya in here." He told you. You smirked. 

        "I know."

        "You know?"

        "Uh-huh." You nodded, smugly. "'Cause you wont let anything happen to the girl of your dreams."

        He scoffed, laughing silently to himself as he shook his head, eyes on the ceiling of the tent.

        "Whatever, (Y/N). G'night."

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𝙤𝙝, 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣

❝oh.. cara mia, how i love him.❞  

♡ rin itoshi ♡

a/n: first time writing for blue lock!! ugh, guys, the brainrot is very severe. they’re all my babygirls fr.

content: rin itoshi x reader, sprinkle of sae in it (if you squint), fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, childhood friend to strangers to lovers, rin’s a little mean, unresolved feelings cause sudden confession, small little tweaks of events, not edited.

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“rinnie!” your six-year-old self screamed loud and proud for your best friend in the entire world as you ran inside the itoshi household. your parents were left behind at the door, chuckling with the itoshi’s parents because of your excitement. 

you tightly gripped the coloring set to your chest, climbing the stairs as fast as you could upstairs to rin’s play room that he shared with his brother sae. you opened the door, seeing the familiar ravenette sitting on the child size chair, focused on drawing. 

“rin! you were supposed to wait for me.” you whined, your smile now becoming a small frown as you sat in front of him on the empty chair. rin looked up at you, finally acknowledging your presence. 

“ah! y/nie, you’re here so soon.” he gave you a bright smile, his eyes shimmering at your company. suddenly, you even forgot that you were mad at him in the first place, his smile being so contagious as you returned one yourself.

“look! papa got them from his business trip last week and it has crayons, markers, paints and so much more!” you showed him the coloring kit, making him awe from amazement from the variety. 

“so cool! hey, can we share?” rin asked and you eagerly nodded your head, laying out your coloring supplies on the table freely. 

“who are you drawing for the project?” you asked, beginning your masterpiece, which would consist of cutely drawn stick figures. 

“i’m gonna draw big bro, i wanna be just like him in the future. he’s just so cool, he’ll become the best striker in the world and i’ll be the second best.” rin spoke with such passion in his tone, his eyes holding a loving adoration at the thought of his brother. 

“nice, i wanna become like my mama. i want to make food as delicious as hers so that i could feed the people that i love.” you chirped, dipping your paint brush in a little bit of water before swirling it inside the watercolor paint palette. 

“even me?” rin asked, making you look at him with a slight dust of pink shading your cheeks. 

“of course, rinnie. you’re my best friend and i’ll always love you. i think you’re more awesome than sae.” you whispered the last part, making him giggle as he shook his head. 

“hm? talking about me?” you suddenly hear a voice behind you, your eyes being covered as you yelp in surprise. 

“sae!” you finally peeled his hands away from your eyes, eyes meeting another pair of emerald ones. sae chuckled before ruffling your hair. 

“hey! you’re messing up my pigtails.” you huffed, trying to fix your hair that slightly ruined, straightening the bows that were a little crooked. 

“sorry, sorry, cutie.” sae raised his hands in defense, making you hum as a response of accepting his apology. he sat on the ground, eyes watching what you and his brother was doing. 

“look, big bro! this is you and me when we win the world cup together.” rin eagerly showed his finished drawing, earning a proud grin from his brother as sae ruffled rin’s hair. 

“we’ll be the best of the best, together.” sae said, warmth spreading inside rin’s heart from satisfaction. 

“yup!” rin nodded. 

“hey, what about me? i don’t know how to play soccer.” you pout, feeling left out from the itoshi’s conversation. 

“i offered to teach you but you didn’t wanna.” sae replied, pinching your cheeks teasingly as you winced. 

“yeah ‘cause soccer is for boys not for girls.” you fake gagged, making sae roll his eyes from your overdramatic reaction.

“you can cheer us on, you’ll be in the front seats watching us.” rin suggested, making you think hard on if that’s the job you wanted to play in the itoshi brothers dream. 

“okay! i’ll be your good luck charm.” you gave them a thumbs up, making them both agree. 

“my, my! aren’t you three just so cute. let’s take a picture!” rin’s mom cooed, pulling out her phone as she ushered both brothers to stand by your side. you dropped your paint brush, holding your colorful hands up with a bright smile that made your eyes disappear. 

you felt rin and sae bent down, placing a kiss on either of your cheeks as a pose. 

“1...2...3... awwww!” your parents were in the middle of having a stroke from cuteness overload. on the other hand, you were combusting with happiness from how lucky you were to have two of the greatest friends ever. 

---

change is something inevitable. 

seasons change and so do other forms of life such as plants, animals and humans. it’s just the cycle of life that we must go through. 

the world was still too big for your liking at the age of sixteen, afraid to dip your toes in waters that seemed too cold and foreign. 

you were afraid to change.

and perhaps that was one of the reasons why you let the two most important people in your life slip out of your grasp. sae became a hotshot in a small period of time, hitting the news which spread like wildfire. of course, this alone made your and rin’s hearts soar from happiness. 

but that was two years ago. 

things were different now, so different that you don’t even recognize the itoshi brothers anymore. sae was absolutely no longer in the picture, frequently traveling to places like spain and his visits back in japan lasted no more than a couple of days. 

and your best friend, rin, has become nothing but a total stranger. he still lived within close premises, yet his aura felt like someone splashed you with cold water. that warmth that once resided within him was gone. 

you quickly barged into rin’s room, your face now becoming pale with horror as you saw him go berserk. his eyes were dark, smashing every single trophy, medal and picture frame him and sae owned. 

“i hate him! i hate, hate, hate, itoshi sae!” rin bellowed, not even caring about your existence that was terrified by the door. your shaky hands went behind you, closing the door as you slowly tip-toed your way to him. 

“rin?” you meekly called out his name, trying to catch his attention as he was heaving from frustration. he looked at you with a sharp glare, making your throat go dry. 

“what.” he spat out with so much venom, making you mentally wince. 

“sit down and talk to me.” you grabbed his arms, pushing him back until he sat on the bed and you stood in front of him. your hands were on his shoulders, grounding him on the mattress to make sure that he wouldn’t get up to do anything else. 

“there’s nothing to talk about. itoshi sae ruined my life by teaching me soccer, and i will get my revenge on him.” rin spoke with so much hate in his voice it made your stomach churn. 

“that’s crazy talk, you both are supposed to become the best together, remember?” you frowned, cupping his cheeks as you tried to somehow make this hateful glint of his disappear. 

until he swatted away your hands. 

“we’re not kids anymore, y/n. it’s time that you grow the fuck up and realize that this stupid dream the three of us dreamt of was never going to become reality. even seeing you makes me angry now.” rin harshly spat out, making your mouth agape from shock, looking at him with glossy eyes. 

“rin, the hell is that supposed to mean?” your voice croaked, your heart feeling like it was on the verge of cracking into two. 

“i hate you too, y/n.”

those were the last words that were ever exchanged between you and rin, the last time you both were even near each other. every time the both of your parents would try to organize an event together, you would make some lame excuse to not join them.

but, today it seemed that no matter how significant or desperate you tried to make your excuse look like, your parents didn’t buy it. 

“what happened between you guys? you all used to be such good buddies.” your dad asked out of the blue, looking at you through the mirror as he drove. you shrugged, playing with the hem of your dress. 

“we just grew up, i guess. besides, the both of them are pretty busy people so i don’t wanna butt in.” you quickly dismissed, not wanting to talk about this whole sibling rivalry they both had going on which eventually wrapped you into it as well. 

“yeah, it’s a shame. but, the itoshi brothers are doing very good. sae has gotten into nationals and rin got into some bootcamp place called blue lock. we’re going over for dinner because the brothers are gonna be off on their own path tomorrow.” your mom informed you, making your eyes go wide like the size of two full moons. 

it was bad enough that you’d be seeing both sae and rin after two years, but the fact that now even more distance was being created left you unsettled. there was no more hope in restoring whatever friendship you guys had. 

you didn’t care much about sae, but rin? he was your best friend, your person, the only person who could actually turn your frown upside down. 

what probably hurt the most was the stupid crush you had on him that never died down. you know him like the back of your hand, and you know that the itoshi rin right now is not the sweet rin you befriended and fell in love with as a child. yet, a piece of your heart knew that somewhere in those ferocious green flames of his, your rinnie was still there. 

the dinner party was like usual, a bunch of rich people all in one place. you felt stuffy and suffocated, deciding to go up to the balcony to get some fresh air. you noticed a tall figure leaning on the rails, peering down. 

“shouldn’t you be hosting your own party?” you snickered, standing beside him as your voice rang a bell in his ears. rin straightened his posture, easily towering over you as your mind couldn’t process how tall he has gotten within the span of two years. his body was more fit and muscular, yet his face was stoic and bored like the last ever time you had seen him. 

“tell that to mr. famous, he’s the hot topic of the table.” rin grumbled, stealing quick glances at you with a side eye that you failed to notice. he couldn’t help but notice how you’ve gotten even prettier within the years, his heart fluttering upon the sight of you. 

you grew up so well, yet you still reminded him of the old y/n he knew. 

“hm, well, congrats on getting in blue lock.” you awkwardly said, rubbing your bare arms as you avoided eye contact with him. 

“thanks.” he dryly responded and silence fell between you both. 

“so, you’re gonna go away for a long time?” you asked, trying to stir up a conversation with your best friend whom your heart ached and yearned for. 

“don’t know.” rin simply shrugged, his resistance making your blood boil. he was acting like it was your first day meeting him and that every single memory between you both never existed. 

“alright, i’m fucking done.” you said through gritted teeth, making rin look at you with a cocked eyebrow. suddenly, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to make at eye-level with you. 

“the fuck is your problem, huh? i don’t know what went on between you and sae, but that shit does not involve me. i don’t give two flying fucks about soccer, i just want my best friend back. so stop being such an asshole!” you screamed in his face, your eyes pooling with tears that began to sting. rin looked into your eyes, his lips thining into a line before his larger hands peeled your fingers away. 

“are you fucking deaf or dumb, huh? that weak and pathetic version of rin itoshi you so dearly hold in your heart is dead. my dream is no one’s but only mine. only i will become the best of the best in the world, the best striker. i will defeat itoshi sae and make him eat his damn words.” his hands balled into fists, making you crouch down as you held your face in your hands, sobbing. 

“then why.. why am i looped into this shit?! did you mean what you said to me last time?” you asked, praying to whatever god up there that you overthought everything those past two years. 

“of course i did, y/n. you mean nothing to me, right now, the only thing important to me is soccer. hell, i’ll even put my life on the line for it. anything and anyone who gets in my way is nothing but a fucking pain the ass.” rin glared down at you, each of his words feeling like a few hundreds of knives stabbing your heart. 

“you fucking jerk. i hate you, itoshi rin! i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! go to fucking hell.” you yelled, getting up with tears in your eyes as you ran inside the house. you tried to navigate yourself to the bathroom to fix your face which was probably streaked with black remains of your mascara. 

you bumped into a hard chest, making you groan in pain as you mumbled a quick ‘sorry’. 

“y/n?” the familiarity of the voice sent chills down your spine, looking up to see none other than sae. his hairstyle changed completely, his eyes dull as he looked at you with an undecipherable look. 

but for some odd reason, his presence made you furious. a part of you couldn’t help but blame sae for the reason why everything went down the drain for the three of you. you roughly shoved him off, catching him off guard. 

“do me a favor and go back to spain so that i don’t ever have to see your face again, itoshi sae.” you said in a monotone, not even wanting to look him in the face as you walked away. 

a beautiful friendship that you once molded with both brothers turned nothing but into puddles of sorrow and agony. 

---

“come on, y/n! it’ll be fun, i promise.” your friend whined, trying to convince you to attend soccer match between u-20 and blue lock today. 

“eh, i don’t know. i’m not really a soccer person.” you nervously laughed, trying to shoo her away. but, your friend was persistent. 

“come on, pretty please? didn’t you say someone you know goes to blue lock?” your friend narrowed her eyes, making you look at the side as you tried to come up with a lie. 

“well, uhm, yeah? but like, i don’t know if he’s still playing in it.” you scratched the back of your neck, trying your best to decline her offer as politely as possible. 

you knew that these tickets were hot and porbably costed a lot of money, yet her friend who is playing in the match gave her two. 

“well then, i guess you’ll find out!” she said and you sighed in defeat. 

“fine.” you mumbled, taking the ticket from her hand. 

you both were now outside of the stadium, the lines were making you feel all sweaty and suffocated. you texted your friend, getting annoyed that she was running late and you felt a little stupid standing in the middle of all of these die-hard soccer fans. 

“ah, sorry! i’m here.” you friend waved to you at the distance, running over as you rolled your eyes. 

“i was gonna go home if you didn’t show up within the next minute.” you gave a small empty threat, making her chuckle. 

“hey, no worries. getting inside won’t take too long, let’s get jersey’s!” she sang out, dragging you the stand where they were selling the shirts. 

“i’ll get number eleven for blue lock please.” you friend said, pulling her wallet to pull out the money. you read the name on the shirt: isagi yoichi. it was most likely the friend that gave her these tickets. 

“what about you, y/n?” she looked at you and your eyes scanned the shirts for both u-20 and blue lock but the summer’s heat was making you feel dizzy. so you just went with some random number that popped inside your head. 

“uh, i don’t know, number ten?” you asked more than said. the man gave you a judgemental look which made you a little embarrassed. 

“for which team? u-20′s number ten is itoshi sae and blue lock’s number ten is itoshi rin.” the man informed you, making your heart drop as those two names rang loud and clear in your ears. 

no way that this could’ve all just been pure coincidence. you were broken out of your thought as the line grew, deciding that no one would even see you anyways from the distance. so, you’d cheer him on behind the scenes. 

“blue lock’s number ten, please.” you said with a small smile. 

after purchasing the jersey, you and your friend went to the bathroom to change into it. after you both were done, she guided you through different doors in which security people guarded it. 

“vip tickets.” you friend eagerly showed them both your and her ticket to the man before they gave her a brief nod. they opened the red rope barrier and allowed you two to enter. 

“hey, this is so close to the field.” you said in awe, looking at the huge green field before you. 

“of course, dummy. we have first row seats.” she gave you a wide smile, making your heart thump. you both took your seat, waiting for the match to start. the announcer people did their little speeches, making you bored. until, the doors opened and the players began to walk in. 

you watched how u-20 walked in, the familiar red head leading the team. your gaze fell on his jersey, it was number ten, itoshi sae. the door on the opposite side opened and the blue lock players walked in and it felt like time had stopped when your eyes fell on the person’s jersey whom you were wearing. 

itoshi rin. 

you noticed how rin’s eyes held a different glint in them, it was filled with determination and the will to devour. he was finally going to play against his brother whom he once dreamt of playing together with side by side. the more you remember that old childish dream that you three dreamt of, the more your heart ached. 

you could only wish that it could go back to that. 

the match has been going for what felt like an eternity, but you couldn’t help but have your palms get sweaty. it was intense, both teams filled with bery talented and skilled players. this was your first time watching rin and sae play soccer, as you’d always skip out on their practices in the past because it was boring to you. 

but now after witnessing it live, you were nothing but dumbstruck from amazement. their speed, intellect, strength, stamina and overall talent was unremarkable. you would be liar if you denied the fact that you were proud of both of them. 

yet, your heart was rooting for blue lock to take home the victory. unfortunately, things weren’t going towards your liking as u-20 was in the lead. one more goal in for u-20 sent the whole crowd roaring and cheering for none other than itoshi sae. 

however, your eyes not even once fell on him. you were more focused on rin, his every move was sharp and hypnotizing. you watched him pant from exhaustion, until a different aura replaced him. 

you looked at him and your heart dropped to your stomach, recognizing that look from before. it was a look as if a demonic entity has taken over him, his eyes darkening as his tongue slipped out in focus. 

fuck. 

you watched him go berserk, zooming past all the players and strategically knocking down everyone’s skills with his own. that was until he was now head on head against sae now. 

you noticed how his movements waivered for a little, but he shrugged it off and continue to get in his shooting range without being interrupted by sae. the crowd grew quiet as they began to whisper and murmur about the sibling rivalry. 

you heard them badmouthing rin, taking sae’s side just because rin wasn’t as well known like sae. you couldn’t take it anymore, leaning over. 

“you could do it, itoshi rin! make that fucking goal, rinnie!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice catching both brother’s attention. rin looked at you with shock, sharing the same look with sae. you gave rin a hopeful smile, giving him a thumbs up. 

“i believe in you, rin! you can make that goal!” and with that being said, it was as if his mind was being possessed by your voice, your words guiding him as his body acted on its own. 

rin surpressed sae, who didn’t even notice because he was startled by your sudden appearence amongst the crowd. and in a matter of seconds, rin’s leg swung and like fire the ball hit the net. 

“fuck yeah!!” you jumped from your seat as the announcers flooded everyones ears with compliments towards rin. 

blue lock won. 

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“holy shit, that game was insane!” your friend babbled, making you chuckle as you nodded your head in agreement. 

“yeah, it was.” you smiled, the events of rin’s amazing goal and overall play rewinding in your mind. 

“hey, i’m gonna go catch up with my friend. i’ll text you when i get home.” you friend quickly excused herself and you nodded your head, wanting to leave as soon as possible to avoid bumping into either brothers. 

you were finally able to leave the stadium, now outside as you saw the sun was slowly setting. you leaned against the fence, taking in the breathtaking sight.

“running away from me so soon?” a voice spoke out, sending chills down your spine. you turned your head only to see the 6′1 striker walking towards you while drinking water. he was out of his uniform, now wearing nothing but sweats and a t-shirt. 

“rin..” you said under your breath, your voice already half gone from your screaming. you haven’t seen rin face to face for a while now, especially after that night. he made your heart tremble, your knees weak and you always grew nervous. 

“never expected you to show up to one of my games.” rin blurted out, making you scoff. 

“why? ‘cause you think i don’t know anything about soccer since you’re a hotshot player and i’m not?” you taunted, making his lips curl a little upwards into a small smirk. 

“you’re the one who said soccer was boring.” he argued, making you tsk. 

“well, it’s not as boring when watching you play it.” you mumbled under your breath, but your words were as clear as day to rin and it made his heart swell with pride. 

“is that so?” rin asked, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. his skin softly grazed your face, making your cheeks grow warm. your eyes remained on the ground, not being able to meet his intense eye contact. 

rin let out a sigh, grabbing your chin before forcing you to look up to him. he looked down at your flustered face, looking over every feature that he has memorized in his mind. you were still the same, the only difference is you’ve matured as you’ve grown. 

your adorable doey eyes that would look at him like he’s the most interesting person ever to exist, your cute button nose that would scrunch up in excitement, soft and chubby cheeks that would blush whenever he kissed them and plump lips that would say the sweetest things to him. 

you’ve never left itoshi rin’s mind. 

“why did you come today?” he asked, looking into your eyes like he’s trying his best to search for the truth. 

“my friend had extra tickets.” you admitted, watching his eyes droop a little and lose their shine. 

“oh.” his voice sounded disappointed. 

“the man in the jersey stall asked me if i wanted u-20′s number 10 or blue lock’s number 10. i chose you, rin.” you said before cupping his face, getting tired of knocking on this hard wall rin has built around his heart. 

rin could feel his heart hammering against his chest, the unfamiliar feeling of this weird fuzz made him confused. you were rooting for him from the beginning? 

“but why? sae is still a better player than me, i got that goal in by luck because he was distracted.” rin frowned, dropping your hands from his face as you heavily sighed. 

“even if everyone in that entire crowd cheered for sae, i would still be your number one supporter and wear your number and scream for you loud and proud. whether you won or lost, you’ll always be the one that i would root for, rinnie.” you gave him a ceshire smile, that beautiful shimmer in your eyes returning just like how you’d have it when talking to him as a child. 

suddenly, you grabbed his neck before pulling him into your chest, hugging him tightly. you didn’t want to fight against your feelings anymore, you no longer cared. 

“i’ll always choose you, rin. i love you, i love you so, so, so damn much that it hurts. all these years of being away from you made me become nothing but miserable. come back to me, rinnie, please.” you begged, tears streaming down your face as you sniffled. 

and it took only those few words to have that wall itoshi rin built around his heart to come crumbling down. he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“i missed you so much, y/n. i’m so sorry. i-i don’t even know what to say.” he stammered, as you felt him sniffling against your chest. your hand came down to his cheeks, wiping away his tears as you shook your head. 

“it’s okay, i know it was hard on you. you suffered a lot on your own.” you kissed his forehead lovingly, feeling him tighten his embrace. 

“but still, i was such an asshole to you because i was so consumed by my hatred. i’m so sorry for hurting you, y/n. i felt so guilty, i couldn’t even face you because i knew my feelings would conflict with me.” rin admitted, making your heart skip a beat. 

“i love you too, y/n. i always have and i always will.” he said, leaning away from your chest to meet your gaze as his eyes softened. you giggled in content, your hand going behind his neck to pull him into a kiss. 

it wasn’t anything too much, a soft yet savoring kiss that you both shared. rin could taste the sweet fruity gloss you used on your lips, humming at it’s sweetness. you smiled against his lips before pecking them multiple times. you cupped his cheeks, squishing them as a pout forcibly formed on his lips. 

“ahhh, you’re so cute, rinnie! i just wanna eat you up!” you squealed, continuing to pepper his face and pouty lips with smooches. rin’s face noticibly grew warm and red, but he liked getting this kind of attention from you. 

you both spent the next few minutes just hugging and pecking each other, enjoying each other’s close company that you both ached for all those years. 

“we got the whole week off, so uh, do you wanna go on a date?” rin asked, averting his eyes from you. a teasing grin danced on your lips as you decided to play with him a little. 

“hmm, i don’t know. let me think.” you pretended to think hard, making him scoff. 

“y/n!” rin whined, playfully smacking your thigh as you chuckled. 

“just kidding! of course i’ll go on a date with you, rin. but, only if you first ask me to be your girlfriend.” you asked with a cheeky smile, making him pinch your nose. 

“now you’re asking for too much.” rin teased, making you scoff. 

“hey, i was your lucky charm that helped you make that goal. the least you can do is ask me to be your girlfriend.” you roll your eyes, sending him a small glare. 

“now why would i give you any credit for that goal.” rin tilted his head, making you huff. 

“jerk, fine, then go on that date by yourself.” you said in a petty tone, squirming out of his release before walking off. rin chuckled to himself, knowing that you were right. your voice was the only thing that put him in that trance to make that goal, so yes, you were his lucky charm. 

rin lightly jogged behind your before engulfing your figure into a back hug. he snuggled his face in the crook of your neck before kissing your temple. 

“be my girlfriend and go on that date with me.” he said, pressing a tender kiss on your cheeks. a girly smile was now plastered on your face and you hummed. 

“if you insist, okay then!” you exclaimed, your stomach filled with butterflies. 

“good, i can’t win my games without my lucky charm.” rin breathed out in content, wrapping an arm around your waist as he held you close while you both walked. 

from a distance, the other itoshi watched, tightly clutching onto his duffle bag. an overwhelming amount of sadness washing over him as he watched his once beloved brother and childhood friend walk away together. 

sae let out a heavy sigh, walking in the opposite direction as a bitter smile was on his lips. in a way, the dream you three have dreamt came true today. 

the itoshi brothers played together in an intense soccer match while you were in the front rows cheering. only difference was the molten sea of hate and complicated feelings that made things more different. 

you only cheered for rin, completely ignoring sae’s existence and perhaps that why this feeling of tightness in his chest prevented him from even caring about what rin had in plan next during the match. 

although you and rin found each other once again in the same world, itoshi sae realized that he was way far gone from you both. 

he could no longer dream the same dream as you and rin. 

itoshi sae has lost his brother and his childhood best friend and he knew that he couldn’t blame anyone else but himself. 

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[ohsunnyboy]

to chase a dream | zhang hao ˚₊‧⁺˖

all your life, you and zhang hao have been chasing each other. you wonder here, if this is where your symphony ends.

TAGS: musician!au, gn!reader, rivals to lovers, angst with happy ending, suggestive!makeout

A/N: something about zhang hao called for dramatics so here i am (≧∇≦)ﾉ ! self-indulgent as usual :)

WORDS: ~1450, EXTRA: music info and terms here !!

"That was wonderful playing earlier."

History doesn't even begin to describe what you have between you two.

Your friends could joke that there would be enough to write an opera. Star crossed and all. All about the virtuosos of violin and piano. Of Zhang Hao and you.

You want to hark it back to those fitful days in grade school. Full days of comparing sheet music, trying to one-up each other about the difficulty. Hao, and his too big violin case and you, trouncing him every talent show because his hands hadn't quite yet grown out of their stubbiness. The satisfaction in remembering those big whiny tears brings warmth to your soul.

Then, there came high school.

Oh, you loathe it; he doesn't. Not when his hands became a study in lines and grace. Envy would eat you alive if you had any less pride. But you weren't so above yourself to not look at him. Hard to not notice when he grows a head taller and of course, starts topping the local competitions only to shove it under your face.

Your parents loved it. Gave a reason to push you further and deeper into competitions and over the top galas. To push your fire against someone who was all finely diced ice. There was nothing you liked less when you wanted to live for the glory of the crowd, not medals and flowers.

Eyes followed you everywhere when he was in the picture. And yours always found his.

"Here to mock me?" you ask.

The laugh you draw is enchanting. "Never." And it's so sincere you might just believe it. "Just here to say my farewells."

The Winter Gala spins behind both of you: through a door, down some ornate stairs and into a pit of some thoroughly drunk musicians. From the balcony, only the trickles of laughter and music eke out the door. But you would hardly focus on that, not when Hao stands very plainly in front of you.

"Already? it's only an hour into reception." You twirl the champagne in your hand with consideration before you gesture him to come to where you lean on the balcony rail. "Thought you would stay to kiss ass with some of the others."

"Not this time. No, I mean..." The howl of the wind carries his unease. Traffic horns and gala laughter do nothing to smother whatever he tries to hide in his tone. You know him too well.

There's more than history between you two.

But whatever he says next has you rethinking everything. "I'm leaving, leaving. I won't be back in the country for a while so, here I am."

There's a moment where you think he's entirely pulling your leg. Pulling you along to another little joke at your expense. But you've known him your entire life at this point, and you’ve been through too much to realize that he’s not joking.

“… Am I the first to know?”

You count the beats and steady your breath. Years of this, all for what?

“Only Minghao-Ge and Junhui-Ge, and now you. But knowing them, they’ll be drunk enough tonight to let it slip,” he explains in this awfully fond tone. “Mark Lee from the LSO watched me perform at the showcase in July and scouted for me. I think he got on Junhui-Ge’s nerves with how much he emailed him.”

Medals and flowers. Smiles and bows. The curtain draws, where are you now?

"Congrats," you say after a second – watching nothing but your past fly by you. Despite the ache, you raise your glass. "Cheers," you smile and take a sip. Raising it into the moonlight and offering the glass to Hao for his own toast but he just shakes his head.

You pout. "Don’t like it?”

Instead, he takes the glass from you and settles it onto the edge. Pink dusts his cheeks as watches you from the corner of your eye. “Want to remember this.”

Heat flares to your cheeks at the weight of Hao’s words. A night to remember is one way to put it.

"So, when are you off to London?"

"This Monday."

You blink. "... That's fast."

"Why? You think you'll miss me?" and it's said with that smile of his. Infuriating and secret, so many layers of discourse that haunt you – it’s a memory that you'll take to the grave.

"Of course, it's you," you mutter, disgustingly honest with yourself. "It'll just be... quiet, without your excuse of music causing a riot." Honestly, you can barely hear Hao's chuckle when you're too stuck in your head to mind the charm in it.

You want to edge back into your comfort zone of easy quips, nothing serious but scathing wit. But nothing you say lights the fight that used to start so easy back when you two were younger. When your worries were small like the cars below.

A full look at his face is all you want to chance a glance for. What would you see? Remorse? Eagerness? Disappointment? You could read him like a book with a single glance, what’s stopping you now?

"What about you? are you going to stay in Singapore? I thought you'd be the one to chase excitement."

"I’ll chase whatever my parents dangle in front of me.” And the laugh he breathes is empty because you both know it’s bitter but true. Hao’s stood aside long enough to understand. So, when he sidles closer next to you it warms you more than they ever did. "Yixing-Ge told me he's also planning to leave for Boston, promised me that I'll get his seat when it happens."

"If it happens,” he teases.

"It’ll happen."

You nearly jump when you feel it. Hao’s warm hand on top of yours. It’s spindly and calloused, worn out in the way a weathered musician’s should be. It’s all you need to guide you back to where you are.

"I know you'll make it. Just make sure it's something you want.” Hao’s breath is right next to your ear. Clear as day and easy as a song. It’s so simple to say: take what you want.  

Blood in your ears, chest heaving, nothing to catch you when you fall but the discordant crash of keys.

It sounds like a melody.

"It's never going to be something I want."

"Then, what do you want?"

You.

Instead, you turn to face Zhang Hao. A challenge of a smile on your lips because you know where this ends.

To face the music, the crowd, the eyes that watch.

"What's it like? to chase a dream?" you ask.

Brutal, visceral, freeing. An infinite number of interpretations for one word.

The stage becomes your world, and the spotlight burns you alive. Pressure flays your skin even as your fingers glide across smooth keys and you hush your heaving breath. Running to your last page, heart in your hands, smearing red across white. There's no audience when you dream; you are your own critic, you are your own end, but your destiny is not you.

To chase a dream is to become raw.

"Like chasing you."

You hum low and satisfied. Carding a hand through Hao’s hair, you guide him down.

Kissing Zhang Hao feels like being on stage all over again. Being set on fire, skin flaying, blood rushing. It’s everything he isn’t, but everything you are.

You swallow his groan, biting across his lips as your hands trail down him. Everywhere you've wanted to touch feels unbearable. You want to chase this feeling: Hao's hands on your hips and cradling your jaw. Trailing his red ears and holding around his throat; it's little fires everywhere.

Distance doesn’t exist as you push into each other. Hao has you against the rail, hands cradling you like you’re his own instrument. Playing you to pluck you into satisfaction.

Years of us, made for this final movement.

This ache and greed that makes musicians like you two come alive. You know Hao as your years of black and white keys that haunt your dreams and make your reality. There isn’t a crevice in his mind you haven’t touched or a melody that he’s played where he never thought of you.

You hold Hao by the chin, determination set into your eyes and a chord of steel in your tone. "There better be a future for us – I’m not having you leave me here in your past.”

"Anything," he breathes against you. More than history. More than a future. Chasing your dream. "Anything for you."

thanks so much for reading !! this was a tough one but i'm glad i wrote it ! if you enjoyed please like or reblog :D ⭒ masterlist

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[lovely-yandere-imagines]

NSFW Yandere Eddie Munson Valentine’s Day

I made this for my partner @therealhimboanon Happy Valentine’s Day

Warning: this is very tame Eddie is sweet boy that just want love…even through questionable means. NSFW under the cut so reader be warned but like i said tame.

“So do you like them? or, like like them?” Dustin asked while Eddie stared at you from the lunch table. Eddie laughed to himself, “If you only knew…” he sighed. Eddie kept staring and thought to himself “Like? Yes. Love…? Definitely. …Obsession? …Fuck!”

Just then Dustin snapped him out of it. “Dude, stop staring at them and go talk to them!” Eddie blushed slightly at being call out and dramatically stood up before sarcastically bowing to Dustin and started walking toward your table.

You were sitting by yourself like normal, occasionally pecking at your food before returning to your book, as Eddie saw you up close you took his breathless and without words… “Fuck! What was I going to say?!” He thought to himself. his heart and head panicking as you looked up at him before being saved by the bell ringing and freeing you both of this awkward situation. “Uh…see you Eddie.” You sheepishly said, and with that you made his heart feel like it was going to explode.

Eddie skipped class while you went to your locker finding another love letter inside, the 5th one this week, seems like you've been getting them every day now. It used to be one maybe a week but as Valentine’s Day draws closer they’ve been getting more and more desperate. The only contents of the letter are of lyrics to one of your favorite and “Meet me at the park bench in the woods”

He’s been getting more desperate, its been noticeable by his close friends. Eddie’s fidgeting with his rings more than usual, day dreaming more, even sneaking around and avoiding them till lunch or hellfire meetings. Where he was at these times no one but Eddie and your pets know… he’s made it his goal to befriend them before he confesses to you so he doesn’t scare them and they like him. Eddie read it in a stupid magazine once that people are more willing to trust you if their pets like you so he thought he’d help the odds a bit if his reputation had preceded him.

Breaking into your house was easy at this point, Eddie had done it several time by now, getting to know your animals, laying in your bed, listening to your music. It surprised him that someone so timid would listen to the music you do. This visit was different though. Eddie had a plan, greeting your animals before making your bed and scattering rose petals on it making the shape of a heart, “God I’m so cheesy” he thought to himself, but he was nothing if not a love sick romantic.

Eddie leaves your house to head to the same place he asked you to meet him in his notes. Flowers in hand he picked up for you, his heart raced faster the closer he got. He saw you before you saw him and he awkwardly greeted you making you jump slightly. “Geez…I was wondering when you were coming…” Y/n stated flatly and Eddie blushed and hid behind his hair he pulled in front of his face. “Well, i uh..i was picking you these,” he suddenly presents you with the flowers, smiling proudly, “Uh, happy Valentine’s Day Y/n.” He said.

You could feel yourself blush at the flowers but you could see the nervous look in his eyes, looking from his doe eyes to the flowers and back. “Will you be my Valentine?…” How could you not say yes to him! He looked like a love sick puppy, “Of course I’ll be your valentine, Eddie.” You said while taking the flowers, his heart nearly stopped but then he quickly picked you up off your feet and insisted on driving you home. The entire way to your house he had his arm around you while occasionally resting his hand on your thigh.

You don’t know how he knew where your house was but before you knew it you were pulling into the driveway as Eddie smiled like a giddy kid on Christmas. He quickly had you out of the van and gave you a slow kiss before leading you to your door and making his way inside with you. You lead him to your room and see the rose petals he had sprinkled earlier that day…it finally dawned on you

“Eddie..? How’d you know where I live?” He was silent “Eddie? How did you get into my room?” He wrapped his hands around you from behind and began kissing you on your neck. “You’re so cute, you know that darling?” You blushed as his hands started to roam your body and his kissing became more frantic. Eddie stops his asult of kisses on your neck to turn you around and gives you a passionate kiss before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

“Hey, Y/n, have you ever been given head before?” Eddie asked with a big grin, he could tell the way your eyes widened that was a no. He chuckled at the prize before him as he threw off his jacket and made his way on top of you. Continuing his assault on your neck he slowly works his way down, touching and caressing all the right places. He pulls your shirt up and kisses around your chest and down your belly before making his way to your pants. “May I?” Eddie says breathlessly, you shyly nod your head and he pulls your pants and underwear exposing yourself to him.

Eddie spread your legs before starting to kiss your thighs and around your intimate areas but not yet touching them, clearly wanting to tease you. You wiggle your hips a bit and he takes that as a sign to start licking and sucking your intimate bits causes you to gasp. Eddie replies with a growl. He continues to lick and suck down to your entrance before pushing his tongue into your sweet spot. He pushes you farther to the edge with his tongue having you practically ride his face before Eddie decides to use his hands a bit.

He eases one of his fingers into your entrance while he continues his assault on your sensitive areas, pushing the finger deeper into you and curling it a few times before pulling it out and doing it again. Eddie is delighted with the gasps, moans, and squeals you let out as he finger fucks you. He adds more fingers and pushes them in and out faster and faster causing you to fall over the edge, coming undone. Eddie pulls his head up with a giant smile on his face, happy with the work he’s made of you. “Sooo…you ready for round 2 darling? Cause now the real fun can start!”

#yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere stranger things #yandere eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson #gender neutral reader

[fangirleaconmigo]

Fun little smut prompt: in honor of spooky season coming up, could we get some monster loving? Maybe a Geralt/Jaskier werewolf/tentacle/other monstrous happenings going on? Or just straight up Geralt being a witcher has some interesting smut possibilities. Always down for Geralt being Different(TM) and Jaskier being Horny for It (TM). (Or the other way around. Maybe Jaskier's hiding something and Geralt is really really a-okay with it . . .)

In the witcher books, Dandelion says that Geralt won't kill night spirits because they're "sweet". So for my first monsterfuckery fic EVER, guess what I picked?

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Sweet.

Geraskier. Explicit. Monsterfuckery, but make it sickeningly sweet.

“I know you said they were sweet. You didn’t say they were that sweet.”

Geralt was hung over. And worse, he had apparently told Jaskier about his arrangement with the night spirits of the Black Forest last night. This morning, he just wanted to forget he ever brought it up. He pictured the fresh bread waiting for him at the little shop around the corner. He walked faster.

“Stop trying to lose me!” Jaskier protested.

Geralt sped up.

“Is it a relationship??" Jaskier panted while he hopped to keep up. "Or is it just fucking?”

Geralt stopped and Jaskier ran into the back of him and bounced off.

Geralt crossed his arms and glared at him. 

“What?” Jaskier flailed. That was what he did when he was frustrated with Geralt. It was kind of cute. “ I just want to know! What’s wrong with asking a question?” He grinned a little too wide.

“This is why I don’t tell humans anything,” Geralt groused. “You lot think it’s a fucking joke.”

“I am not mocking! I am merely asking your relationship status, so I know whether I can invite myself to your next rendezvous, and not get punched.”

Geralt blinked. “Seriously?”

Jaskier nodded enthusiastically. “Seriously! Remember that splinter I got on my ass?”

“How could I forget? The trauma of staring at your ass for an hour haunts me in my dreams.”

Jaskier huffed dismissively. “Oh stop. As though you didn’t draw it out.” 

Geralt rolled his eyes.

“Anyway,” Jaskier continued. “I was trying to tempt a leshen. It was not in the mood. That is how I got that splinter.”

Geralt massaged his temples. “You told me--

“Nevermind what I told you! Now answer me about the night spirit.”

“Godsdamnit. Look. It’s….neither. We’re—-friends.“

“So—-can I come?” Jaskier’s face lit up hopefully.

Geralt opened his mouth. He expected his response to be ‘no’. The last thing he needed was to throw oil on the flames of his idiotic and ill advised crush on the bard. And yet, when he went to form the word, what issued from his mouth sounded a whole lot more like ‘yes’.

Jaskier drew in a breath and bounced happily on his toes.

——-

When night had fallen and the forest sounds grew loud and bold in the cover of night, Geralt and Jaskier stood together in the midst of a clearing in the Black Forest. It was sort of a clearing, but it was small. It was like a nook.

A towering, luminous being hovered above Geralt. It had no face, but it did have a head that was reminiscent of the moon. Tendrils of flowing light flicked around it like whips or tentacles.

The witcher spoke in a language Jaskier did not understand. Then he bowed his head. The night spirit did not reply. It simply disappeared.

“What did she—-he—-they—-say?” Jaskier asked. He had already put on his night clothes for, as he put it, easier access. However, he still had on his favorite coat, that had several bows running down the back. 

Geralt jerked his gaze back to him. “You wouldn’t mind if it...if the spirit were... a him?”

Jaskier laughed. “I’m trying to have sex with a night spirit. I tried to seduce a leshy. Did you think my ability to be attracted to a person was so limited?”

Geralt rubbed the back of his own neck. “I suppose not.”

The night spirit returned with friends. They hovered, like a chorus of apparitions, casting a lovely glow on the witcher and the bard. They made a series of noises. It sounded practically musical. Jaskier tried to commit the tune to memory.

“They said yes,” whispered Geralt.

Jaskier grinned triumphantly and waved expansively as he turned his body in a semi circle to allow his eyes to fall on every single night spirit. “I look forward to sexual congress with you ALL!”

“Fuck.” Geralt muttered. But he was smiling.

——

Geralt stood, facing Jaskier. Only, he wasn’t really looking at him. He was looking at the ground and speaking more quietly than normal. He glowed from the reflection of the light from the night spirits. His white hair made him look like he was wearing a halo.

Jaskier thought he looked quite beautiful like this. He had always been afraid to tell him when he thought he looked beautiful. He assumed he’d kick his ass and leave him.

But now.

Well.

Maybe Geralt was a bit more open minded than he gave him credit for. Also, Geralt had agreed to bring him along. So maybe he wasn’t entirely repulsed by the idea of seeing Jaskier naked either. This was turning out to be a most thrilling night.

“I didn’t catch that Geralt, I’m sorry.”

“I said,” Geralt repeated, with effort, and barely louder. “They think our skin is…pretty. So they like us naked.”

Jaskier already had his coat half off. “Well, who am I to deprive them of all of this!”

He was naked before Geralt could gather his wits.

And ok.

Geralt thought he was spectacular.

“Well, aren’t you going to get naked too?”Jaskier felt like a pervert because he was unable to keep the absolute glee and anticipation out of his voice. To make up for it he offered to look away. “Want me to look away?”

Geralt startled. “No. No of course not.”

The witcher started to take off his shirt, and the night spirits moved towards him as one. A glowing tendril of light touched his cheek.

A lovely expression came over Geralt. He closed his eyes and smiled.

Gods. Thought Jaskier. Fucking hell. He is so beautiful like this.

Jaskier realized he so rarely saw Geralt smile like that. Relaxed. Unguarded. No thought about being judged or found wanting. Every line on his face seemed to fall away. He looked twenty years younger. It made Jaskier’s heart feel like it would burst.

The night spirit was clearly intimate with Geralt, because it helped him disrobe.

Geralt’s cock was already half hard and it was magnificent. 

Jaskier licked his lips. “Alright, now what? What shall I do?” His voice trembled.

Trembled.

Jaskier was far younger than Geralt, but he was willing to bet that he had more sexual experience. He was a renowned lover, goddamnit.

And yet. He felt like a fucking virgin. He got to see Geralt’s cock. It was like the first time he’d seen a breast. He tried not to giggle. Despite his emotions, his body responded lustily to the buffet of witcher before him.

Looking at Geralt had already gotten him insanely erect. He’d been suppressing this attraction for ages, so it was a relief to stop hiding it. And if it offended Geralt, he could just pretend it was the night spirits.

It was entirely believable. They were rather pretty for people with no faces.

But it didn’t seem to offend Geralt. His cheeks were pink and if Jaskier didn’t know him better he would think he were stammering.

“They also like our voices. So. I make noises. Whenever I feel like it.”

“Well!” said Jaskier, clapping “I do that anyway, so this is perfect. Now what do we do. Penetrate? Be penetrated? Just rub around?”

Geralt smothered a smile. “We just. Lie back. They do everything else. They said for you to just watch, so you aren’t frightened when it is your turn.”

-----

Jaskier didn’t believe in the existence of gods, so he had never seriously asked them for anything.

And now he never would. Because really, what more could one want from life?

Nothing more than this, surely.

Geralt of Rivia was spread out in front of him. He was naked and squirming. His thick thighs were trembling.

He really was the most spectacular thing Jaskier had ever seen, stuffed with glowing tentacles, gasping for air, he was transcendent.

Jaskier stepped closer, transfixed, holding out his hand. He wasn’t sure what he intended to do with it. He just knew he had to touch Geralt. He didn’t think Geralt saw him, but then Geralt’s fingers were threaded in his. Then Geralt was pressing his hand to his stomach.

Fuck. Jaskier whispered.

Suddenly the night spirit language sounded a whole lot like common speech. “Kneel, bard.”

So Jaskier knelt. It felt like the only thing to do. Jaskier knelt and took Geralt’s cock in his mouth. He gripped his ass and used it to hold himself steady. He kissed and sucked and licked and forgot what time and space was. All that existed was the hard length of parting his lips. The entire universe was the salty, warm scent and taste of Him. There were no words spoken more important than the sound of his name falling from Geralt’s lips.

As he bobbed his head, he felt something tickle his thigh. It was asking for permission. He moaned. And soon, there were tendrils made of light curling around his body, plunging into him. Geralt’s length fell from his lips as he cried out. 

Soon enough he managed to feel ecstasy and deliver his pleasure to Geralt at the same time.

They crested together, like the swell in a symphony. They spent onto the forest floor, shaking and moaning. Then, Jaskier crawled into his arms and kissed him. It was only then that he realized they were floating, resting on beams of light.

His voice was scratchy and he whispered in Geralts’ ear. “I think I love you.”

The night spirits tittered.

“What did they say?”

Geralt chuckled. He was still sweaty and breathing deep and fast. “They said, ‘it’s about time’.”

"Hey. Geralt did not mention your sarcasm."

And then.

“Wait. They know me?”

The night spirits once again spoke in common. Their voices were as one. “You’re all he ever talks about. We have asked him again and again to invite you, believing it could open communication between you.”

Jaskier looked into Geralt’s eyes. They were pressed against each other now, enveloped in each other’s arms. “Did they now?”

“They did.”

“He loves you too.”

Jaskier smiled. “Is this true? Are you friends having me on?”

Geralt squeezed him. “It’s true.”

The night spirits spoke again, as one. Jaskier didn't ask that time what they said. It sounded more like a laughter.

The night spirits didn't have a cave or den or any place to host them, so Jaskier walked back to their camp, hand in hand. Only now they shared a bed roll.

Years later, when Geralt and Jaskier were married, and people asked them how they came to be together as a couple, Geralt would always change the topic.

But it was inevitable that Jaskier would clear his throat and hold court. He loved telling that story, even if Geralt turned so many shades of pink that he looked purple.

After all, who else can say that night spirits, and their vibrating tentacles brought you the love of your life?

Just one witcher and one bard, he’d wager.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #descarada writes #descarada writes geraskier #asks

[peachphernalia]

hey i wrote a little dream character study about blue trying to teach him archery :)

Just Finish What You Started

(ao3 link) word count: 3311 tws: somewhat graphic description of injury

short summary: If he’s being entirely honest, Dream was not expecting a short-notice archery session to be such a humiliating experience. And, well. He did his best to be optimistic, but there were really only so many ways Blue could positively say, “You tried!” before it got exhausting. Or, Dream learns to do what he has to.

[dream by joku, blue by p0pcornpr1nce]

full ver. under the cut. ☀️

Fwhip!

Miss. Sixth ring. Draw.

Fwhip!

Miss. Sixth ring. Draw.

Fwhip!

Miss. Fifth ring.

Dream curses quietly under his breath, lowering his bow. Blue wanders into his periphery, arms crossed and squinting at the target.

“Well. Your grouping was pretty okay.”

Dream groans and drops his face into his free hand. He resists the urge to childishly throw the practice bow to the ground. He’s an adult, for stars’ sake.

“‘Pretty okay’ is all I’ve been managing for hours, Blue.”

If he’s being entirely honest, Dream was not expecting a short-notice archery lesson to be such a humiliating experience.

After a few too many missed shots at Nightmare with arrows that should be astonishingly easy to aim with and a few too many moments of Blue sending horrified expressions at his nonexistent stance, Dream deduced that he may not actually know how to use a bow in the way that one is supposed to despite having some five hundred years to figure it out. Of course, he made the mistake of telling this to Blue, who, to his credit, pretended to be surprised. Thankfully, his best friend happens to be the greatest royal guard in the multiverse- Blue’s words- which came with an unspecified level of archery training. A week or so of relentless irritation, and Dream eventually allowed himself to be dragged to some guard training ground that Blue had access to in Underswap with an armful of practice bows and arrows.

And, well. He did his best to be optimistic, but there were really only so many ways Blue could positively say, “You tried!” before it got exhausting.

At least he was past the several hour long stretch of time where he was usually clearing the target entirely.

Setting his bow down, Dream moves to retrieve his arrows from the target. “Seriously, I think it’s just muscle memory. With the positivity arrows you don’t need to hit anything dead on. I think you just trained yourself to do some damage by grazing someone,” Blue says from behind him, rechecking the poundage on the bow for the hundredth time. He finally makes the decision to swap it for the one he’s been holding, muttering, “No, that’s too light. Maybe that’s why you’re struggling.”

“You can tell me I’m doing a bad job, Blue. I won’t be upset.”

“No, I’m serious, I think that’s the issue. Or issues. I think both of the things I just said are the issues.”

Dream returns to the waiting line with an eye roll and a smile, arrows tucked under his arm. “Right. Yes, of course.” Blue holds out the replacement bow for him and he stares at it for a moment before gingerly taking it. He keeps his arm extended as he looks back to his friend.

“Blue.”

“Yeah.”

“You know you are my best friend in the entire multiverse?”

The skeleton in question crosses his arms, eyes immediately narrowing, “…Yes.”

“Even over Ink.”

“Obviously.”

“And you know we have been doing this for hours?”

“Yes.”

“And you do love me and value my happiness.”

“…Yyyes.”

“And you would say, ‘Yes, of course,’ if I asked if we may take a break.”

Blue goes silent, eyes still playfully narrowed. His eyelights dart between Dream and the target behind him. He taps his arm like he’s considering it.

He continues to tap.

Taps.

Tap.

“Blue-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he sighs dramatically. He puts a hand on his hip, retaking the practice bow from Dream with the other. “Whatever, whatever. We can pause for a little while. You’re lucky I’m such a benevolent teacher.”

Dream squints at his friend, but doesn’t respond. He kneels to set down the arrows in his arms, which fall to the padded ground with a series of clicks as they knock against each other. He sits, legs crossed, and glances back at Blue who is stretching his arms out above his head with a taut expression. He belatedly notes the stiffness in his own shoulders and follows suit, wincing when several of his joints audibly pop.

“Damn, it’s probably a good thing you stopped us, huh?” Dream glances over at the sound of Blue’s voice, seeing that his friend is now seated against the wall a few feet away from him with a grin, legs pulled up to his chest. “Gotta rest those old bones.”

Dream heaves a sigh, here we go with the age jokes again, and drops his arms back into his lap. His teammates had recently taken up a very tiring routine of reminding him of his years, often poking fun at his lack of technological understanding or insisting to carry things for him, lest his ‘ancient bones crumble instantly,’ in Ink’s words. It was ironic, given Ink’s status as someone absolutely equally as disconnected from mortality as Dream, and probably nearly as ancient, but he’ll let the jokes slide for as long as his friends are having fun. “You’re awful to me. Absolutely terrible.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Blue says innocently, tilting his head.

Dream shoots him the most unhappy look he can muster. He drops his chin into one of his hands, pretending to be more irritated than he is. He supposes he is old, in a sense- ancient in the way that guardians seem to be. While the years have left no visible effect on his bones since he became an adult, he is acutely aware of five or so centuries-worth of exhaustion pressed into everything he is and will ever be, somewhat annoyed by the fact that he’d lost a large portion of that time to being stone. It's unfair when he hasn’t truly lived for as long as he should have by now. Otherwise, he doesn’t mind it much. The weight behind his eye sockets is a consistency he takes some comfort in, for now. But he knows it will grow.

He didn’t carry this when he was a child, but he thinks his brother did. He doesn’t think it matters much in the present. They will both have it, and they will both hold it close to their chests.

“You know, nobody ever calls Nightmare old. Or kid, for that matter,” Dream says, exasperated. That was a common one too. He would never stop being completely baffled by the overwhelming number of times he’d been mistaken for a teen or, stars forbid, a child.

Blue’s eyes brighten immediately, “Ah, see, that’s simply because Nightmare doesn’t have such a magnificent best-friend-slash-archery-teacher as myself!”

“Of course,” Dream murmurs, “And what was your teacher like?”

Blue smiles, recognizing the invitation. It’s another routine they’ve become accustomed to, on days when Dream’s weariness is just a bit too overwhelming, that Blue will linger nearby and simply talk. He rambles so that Dream’s worries can’t, often filling the empty air with stories about his home, his friends, his brother. It’s a simple comfort for the both of them, and very welcome.

“Ah, well,” he starts, “Alphys taught us pretty much everything she knew. They say that she learned from the queen, which is probably true given her skill, but I also think she just makes some of the moves and things up,” he says, laughing. “She’s a very good guard. Definitely knows what she’s doing. Didn’t care much for archery though.”

Blue leans forward to rest his chin on his knees, wrapping his arms around his legs. He looks at the floor. “I was…  not  great at it, to be honest. I would always- she’d teach our unit of the guard in little groups, and she’d tell us when to shoot so we could improve our response time or something. She told us to picture an opponent, which was definitely supposed to be a human. I didn’t mind that part much at the time, had never thought about it much, but in hindsight… I don’t know. It’s not important. I would always hesitate for just a second. I’m not sure what it was, but when Al told us to shoot I was late to the target every time. I remember her pulling me aside and-“ He tugs at the hem of his glove. “And she said that I was good and that knew what I was doing. And she said that I had to know that and be confident in it, which I thought I was. And she said that I couldn’t ever hesitate like that in a real fight because it could be the reason someone gets hurt. Just that split second of doubt could be enough. She said to… just… know who I’m trying to protect.”

He sighs. “It did the trick, I guess. I can't say that I improved immediately, or even very quickly at all, but I figured it out eventually. It was easier when Paps came to watch. I don’t think the guard has ever really been his speed, as he loves to tell me, but he came to sit in when I asked him to. It got simpler when the person I needed to protect the most was standing there, maybe.”

Blue’s positivity blankets the room, continuing to roll from him in soft waves at the memories. There’s- something else accompanying it that Dream can’t readily identify, but it makes his friend’s voice sound more bittersweet than anything. He twists up the fabric under his hands as he considers it.

Blue lifts his head after a moment with an inhale, turning to Dream. “There, was that a good teaching moment? Was that inspiring? Will you shoot at something now?”

Dream immediately snorts at the tone switch, but nods. “Yes, thank you. Very inspiring. I took it to heart.” He moves to stand with an unhappy sound, cutting another age joke off with a glare before Blue can even get it out of his mouth. He picks up the practice bow Blue had tried to hand him earlier, shaking his prickling limbs awake.

“No, but with what I was saying before story time, I do seriously think there’s an issue other than you just not being good at this,” bouncing to his feet, Blue stares towards the target, face twisted in puzzlement. “It was probably the poundage and…” He pauses for a moment and furrows his brows, tapping at his chin. Dream can feel the sharp spark of satisfaction when a solution pops into his head. “Do you think having a more enemy-shaped target could help?”

His instincts jump to no, stars, please don’t teach me how to hurt, but really, what else was he going to use formal training for? No matter how much he hates it, he has to improve. He has to be the guardian that the multiverse was promised, and that meant overcoming his inability to do any real damage. That meant hurting sometimes. He has to get over it.

He tilts his head and shrugs, “I’m willing to try.”

With a nod, Blue darts away and disappears into a door on the other side of the room. He returns shortly thereafter, dragging a vaguely humanoid target behind him. He haphazardly kicks at the previous target, sending it spiraling away on creaking wheels to crash against a wall, and replaces it with the new construct. He briefly pats it on the back before returning to his place at the waiting line.

“Okay, this one requires a bit of a different thought process,” Blue says, picking up his own practice bow and nudging Dream aside to stand in front of the target. “You’re no longer aiming for a center, exactly, you’re more trying to get a full hit in rather than just grazing a limb. Whether that shot is lethal or not is up to you.” He nocks an arrow and inhales quietly, draws, pauses a moment to steady his aim, and-

Fwhip!

The arrow lodges firmly in the target’s would-be shoulder.

Blue tilts his head for a moment in judgment of his own shot. He makes a little sound of not quite satisfaction, but lowers his bow and turns back to Dream with a smile anyways.

“Head and chest are most likely to kill if you get it right,” Blue says, “Arms and legs are best to incapacitate.” Dream nods quickly in an attempt to reassure himself, but it really only serves to make him feel sick. He knows this. He has to know this. He hates that he has to know this.

“‘If I get it right,’” he echoes in a mutter.

Blue’s expression pinches, sour realization at what he’d said and something like fear spiking through the air for a brief moment. He glances at Dream, at the target. He tugs on the trim of his glove where his arm rests against his side. “I didn’t-…”

With all the softness Dream can muster: “I know what you meant.”

After a beat of silence, Blue smiles shakily and sets his bow down, stepping back. Dream resituates himself in front of the target, picking up an arrow once he’s sure his friend is a safe distance behind him. Blue chirps, “Stance!” before he can even draw, and he sighs before rearranging his footing. He pauses to listen for another correction and raises his arms when there isn’t one.

Pull back-  aim, anchorpoint, recheck aim-  and shoot.

Fwhip!

The arrow hits the target’s neck at an odd angle, bouncing off and skidding across the ground a few feet away with a clatter.

“Stars- DAMN IT!”

Don’t throw the bow don’t throw the bow DON’T throw it you’re an adult you’re a guardian you are an ADULT. 

Dream sets the bow down gently and takes a shuddering breath. He runs both hands down his face, uncomfortably hangs onto his eye sockets for a moment before pulling his gloves off. He throws them behind him, nearly laughing at the small oof sound Blue makes when one or both hit him at what is likely stomach height. He doesn’t. This is important.

The last shot was too high. That he can tell. That he can work with. He picks up his bow and beats Blue to correcting his stance.

Aim, lower this time, anchorpoint, aim again. Shoot.

The target shudders as his arrow buries itself just above the collarbone.

“Hey, that was- ! Better! That was better, that was pretty good!” Blue says brightly from behind him. Dream notices that there is some pride there, in the roiling positivity that washes into his senses. But it’s not good enough. That shot could badly injure many monsters and humans, but it wouldn’t even land on a skeleton. More importantly, it wouldn’t stop the people he needs it to stop.

He needs another chance.

His fingers twitch.

He just needs another chance.

Without another thought, Dream pulls pride from the air and weaves it into the ammunition he is more accustomed to wielding. The energy sizzles against the ill-fitting bow and string, against his ill-fitting face and hands. Blue only has a moment to process it and squeak in protest before he draws.

Aim.

Picture your opponent. Know who you’re trying to fight, and who you’re trying to protect.

He pictures his opponents. He pictures the fight, and he knows it goes like this:

He is losing, and he is losing badly. Ink is stars knows where- probably fighting off Error on his own- and Blue is at his back. His friend is bloodied. He is tired in the way that Dream is, and he is running out of the energy and will to continue deflecting attack after attack.

His friend will die.

He pictures his brother relishing in the terror the thought gives him.

He pictures himself, equally as exhausted to his core, summoning his bow. He scrambles to claw at any remaining optimism he can find. Light bends around his hands, sunbeams becoming weapons weapons weapons in a breath.

And he draws.

Inhale. Exhale. Anchor aim shoot.

He lets it fly.

The arrow flickers, but strikes true.

He pictures the light tearing through his brother’s body. He hears the sickly crack of bone, and he knows that sound, knows that sound. He knows it in himself, in his enemies, in his allies, in his brother. He knows the agonizing split of external giving way to marrow, staining the ground for as long as he will walk on it. He nocks another arrow.

He hears his brother’s wail of pain in a voice that doesn’t belong to this time. He will never stop hearing it. They are so young. He nocks another arrow.

He hears his brother’s teammates-  friends? family? - shouting something he doesn’t process. The sound is swept up in the hiss of sun eating through the fabric of his gloves, burn against his fingertips, burn against his wrist. There’s a line of charred bone where the light brushes against his jaw. Maybe they want him to stop. He’ll never know. He nocks another arrow.

He hears Blue make some horrified, strangled sound at the gore he must be seeing. He wants Dream to stop. He doesn’t know what to do. He nocks another arrow.

Everything in him screams at him to stop, cries that this is enough, this has to be enough. But he doesn’t stop. Because this is what is expected of him. This is what he has to do. He crumbles, mirror image to his brother save for the snapping of bone, and falls to hands and knees with shallow breath. This is how it will go. This is what he will have to do.

This is what you will have to do.

“Dream, can you hear me?”

Are you ready?

“Look at me.”

Will you be able to live with yourself after it is done?

“Dream.”

There’s hands on his wrists. Gloved thumbs brush over fresh burns. He twitches away at the graze to his injury and the hands immediately flinch back.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Can I touch you?”

And oh, that’s Blue. That’s his friend.

He nods.

“…Okay.” Blue, careful to avoid singed fingertips, takes one of Dream’s hands and presses it in a fist to the center of his chest. He holds the other lightly. “Here, breathe with me. We’ll- … We can count by fives. Breathe in and hold for five. Okay?” At the lack of affirming response from Dream, he takes an uneasy breath of his own and continues anyway.

“One.”  Inhale.

“Two.” Anchor.

“Three.”  Aim.

“Four.”  Shoot.

“Five. Good, that’s good.”  Exhale.

Blue repeats it again after a moment, then again, tracing circles onto the back of Dream’s hand and patiently waiting for him to collect himself. Somewhere along the way, his breathing evens out and he has the sense to stutter a quiet “Sorry.” for the scene he’s just caused. Blue simply shushes him and keeps counting.

Dream’s gaze wanders up, past Blue, to where the target is. Or was.

The wall and floor surrounding the figure is charred black in spiking patterns, chunks of stone from the former crumbling down to frame the scene. What used to be a humanoid structure is no longer anything recognizable, knocked back into a small cavity driven into the wall. A majority of the outer material is melted, revealing its hollow interior. The smell of burnt plastic engulfs the room.

He stares like he could burn more holes into the thing if he tries.

He’s been looking for a long time before Blue notices. He furrows a brow in concern for a moment before he follows Dream’s eyes to the carnage over his shoulder and disconnects their hands to block his face from the stench. A blankness takes over his friend’s face, cold dread settling over the room. He glances back at Dream with an unidentifiable expression.

Blue’s arrow, now more of a short stick than anything, is still stuck firmly into the target’s barely intact shoulder.

“…We’ll try again tomorrow, yeah?”

Dream breathes.

“Okay.”

#fics #undertale au #utmv #utmv au #dream!sans #dream sans #swap!sans #swap sans #undertale fanfiction #fanfic #nightmare!sans #nightmare sans #tagging him too since hes mentioned a lot #anyways . very glad this is finally Done

[purplerose244]

Watched the tenth episode of LEGO DreamZzz: LOVED IT!

So I actually watched this episode a whole while ago but forgot to post this... BUT NOW THE SECOND PART OF SEASON 1 IS ALL OUT SO I NEED TO PUT MY THOUGHTS DOWN 😍😍

Also the LEGO Youtube channel continues to bless me with shorts of the series, I'm already a huge fan of Draw with Mateo, and now we got Logan's Training Tutorials (he got such a massive ego istg 😂) AND EVEN AN ANIMATED SHORT CALLED "DREAMOLITION DUO VS THE MUTATED MATH MONSTERS" 🤩🤩🤩 (that one was EXCELLENT, I really hope we get more of those with that style)

Since all the new episodes dropped at the same time I might just make a single or two posts about all of them, we'll see! It's literally just for me to scream about how I love this show 🥰

Anyway, without further ado, let's get into this!

THE GRIM ESCAPE

This coach is pretty narrow minded, but I never had a PE teacher that wasn't 100% convinced gym was everything, so 😂

Dreamcrafting as a concept feels like elemental powers from Ninjago: it's likely the most powerful thing there is, but in most situations it gets nullified or nerfed so it's hard to use it all the time with no limits 😅😅 It does make sense for this place to be no imagination zone, though

I'm sure Logan feels very guilty for the mess he got into, but I do hope he doesn't get forgiven immediately, so I'm glad Mateo is genuinely upset at him

COOP NO 😱

Okay thank goodness 😂

Glad Logan isn't here to hear these orders and not follow them (sorry Logan 😅)

Edison bomb, we had the Edison ray before, I find it funny that the focus is on the guy that dreamed about his inventions

Mmmmm, I'm interested in the Night Hunter, I think there's more to him

LOGAN YOU GOT AMAZING FRIENDS YOU JUST GOTTA LEARN TO TREAT THEM BETTER I SWEAR THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY SWEETIE 😭😭

To be fair, he's doing pretty good on his own for not being able to dreamcraft

LIL BUDDY ACQUIRED 💙

Wolf wolf wolf wolf wolf- also interesting that this are the most normal creatures we saw so far, and it is in the place where the imagination is robbed and taken. Like here they don't waste time with creative creations like in the rest of the world

YES LOGAN TAKE THE HOURGLASS!!!

Yes Logan take your time 😅

Feels like karma Logan getting Stinkbrain as a nick he doesn't like, after mocking Mateo about Mattie this whole time

Z BLOG FIGHT Z BLOB FIGHT I ALWAYS LOVE WHEN THE LIL GUY APPEARS 💚

This show really says "best plan is run" 😂

I love Sneaky, someone needs to humble Logan a little bit... okay A LOT

Everyone loves and cares for Teo so much! LOVE ME A GOOD SUPPORTIVE TEAM 🩷

I still wonder where Zoe found her bow, and if there is a connection over the fact that she got a bow and the Night Hunter got a crossbow, they are the only ones with actual weapons and they are both long range kind of weapons

NUUUUU GOT CAPTURED

No worries mah boy Teo is out there with Z Blob I'm sure he'll think of something!!... oh yeah there's Logan too 😅

Z BINOCULAR WTF

AWWWWWWWWWW MATEO HUGGING LOGAN THAT WAS SO CUTE!!! 💚💙💚💙 Despite being mad at him and with reason too, he was still worried about him! That's why I love him 🥰🥰

Oh, this is nice, Mateo didn't forgive him but he sees that Logan cares. And Logan for once asked him what's the plan, instead of going on a limb as usual! GROWTH!!! 💙

"Everytime I dreamcraft, bad things happen! And then we do a lot of running!"

"Welcome to my world!"

LOL loved that

AWWWWWW!! This is what I was talking about when I said Teo is a great leader, and knows that now Logan can give a great input since he can't dreamcraft like the others! I know I'm focusing on Teo so much but he is my favourite, so 😅💚💚💚

TEO GOT AN IDEAAAAAAAA

Coop getting PTSD from that cage, the poor thing! Do not bring him back in! 😱

Even the Night Hunter is afraid of the Grimwolf! Just what kind of things are living in this place??

OMG TEO ALMOST GOT STABBED BY ZOE'S ARROW TO SAVE LOGAN MY GOSH 😱😱😱 ... I wonder if I can make a fanfiction out of this one 😂

Aww Logan was apologizing for once in his life! Lol Mr. Oz is so confused

"Drive it like you stole it!" Logan, 2023

DREAMBASH!! Okay I saw the LEGO sets for this one, but this is such a cool thing for Cooper and Logan to share! ❤️💙

LOGAN YOU DID NOT CALL A MONKEY SUS WHAT IS THIS SHOW 😂

Okay but Logan jumping off the ship to get back the hourglass? Teo and Sneaky following suit? Mr. Oz being absolutely done with these kids' recklessness? I loved that sequence so much 😂

EDISON BOMB!!!!

Wait Sneak didn't die, he ran away? To avoid the ray? So he's alive? I hope so!!

Poor Logan, he met a good friend...

WAIT WHAT'S THAT HAT?

WAIT THE NIGHT HUNTER FREED THE NIGHTMARE KING??

WAIT SNEAK IS ACTUALLY BAD??? WHAT NO COME ON THE ONE PERSON THAT LOGAN BEFRIENDED RIGHT AWAY!!!

Pff, does the Night Hunter not know Mateo's name? Little artiste?

WAIT WHAT NO NO NO DO NOT EVEN THINK OF DOING ANYTHING TO Z BLOB OR I WILL KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM AND THEN MYSELF 😡😡😡

So now the Nightmare King is after the Waking World... GREAT 😅

I NEED MORE EPISODEEEEESSS 😍😍

#looking forward to more #this show is really good #i hope it keeps getting better #lego dreamzzz #dreamzzz #mateo #izzie #logan #cooper #zoey #mr oz #albert #dreamzzz mateo #dreamzzz izzie #dreamzzz zoey #dreamzzz logan #dreamzzz cooper #dreamzzz mr oz #z blob #dreamzzz z blob #spoilers #dreamzzz spoilers #lego dreamzzz spoilers

[atonalginger]

because now it's on my brain...here's the other DA wip with kid quizzie that I didn't have on the list because trying to access the whole thing would involve a lot of extra steps to rescue it from the .docx (I'm going to at some point)

I have a short chapter from Alistair's POV. This version of Alibear is the left landsmeet to become a drunk but is sober now and helping his friends with the whole hole in the sky, demons business.

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Alistair was walking back to the small cabin he and Maris were sharing outside the walls of Haven. Master Taigen and some from the school of herbalism had been using it before the conclave but Leliana had it cleaned out for them when things calmed down. The snow crunched under his boots and the wind whistled through the boulders and trees, nipping at his cheeks. 

Near the cabin, sitting on a pile of firewood, sat Cole. He was seated cross legged with his head down, tapping a finger on his knee. His head slowly bobbed side to side. Alistair wondered how he didn’t topple the pile or how he wasn’t freezing from the cold. He looked past the boy spirit to see light glowing through the cracks of one of the window shutters.

“They were talking” Cole said without prompting, “but it was cold.”

“So they went inside to continue?” Alistair stopped next to Cole, still looking at the cabin.

“They were.”

“And you are here because?” Alistair asked, drawing out the last word while he raised an eyebrow.

Cole bowed his head lower and whispered fragments of thoughts that summoned him, “They all urge me on, they tell me this is good. But what does a broken man have to offer one so full of love and kindness.”

“All?” Alistair cocked his head to the side, “I’m not the only one whose told him to talk to Maris outside inquisition duties?”

“The seeker, the Nightingale, and the Lady have urged him to approach the Voice many times. Varric, Tamlan, and The Iron Bull have mentioned it as well.”

“No wonder he got so fussy in the tavern earlier.” Alistair smiled. “Kind of surprised Tam and Bull said anything.”

“The Iron Bull wants the Commander to have more fun,” Cole shrugged and shifted his weight on the firewood pile, not disturbing it in the process, “Tamlan knows another vies for her affection. He feels that man is not worthy like the Commander.”

“Who?” Alistair leaned in.

“The one who calls himself Blackwall,” Cole looked up, tilting his head back enough for Alistair to see his big pale grey eyes, “Tamlan thinks he is competition but he is not. Maris has eyes for one and it is not him.”

Alistair thought back to the last trip to the Hinterlands. Blackwall had been very protective of Maris in the field to the point Vivienne demanded he depart the group. He contended she needed his shield while Vivienne rightfully pointed out his maneuvers put the Herald at increased risk. Sorvin was the one they needed to guard the closest, not Maris.

Cole went back to whispering thoughts, “I stared too long, spoke too much, laughed too loud. He won’t reciprocate. He needs to focus on his troops. Why should I think I’m special.”

Alistair frowned.

“I followed them, hoped to help them,” Cole admitted, “they both care so much but their fears were getting in the way.”

“Did you?”

“No. Maybe.” Cole shrugged, “They appear to have fixed it, overcome it, together. But new fears grew so I stayed. I help them now.”

“New fears?” Alistair shivered as he looked back at the cabin. In the dark he thought maybe he saw something flutter near the door handle, “How is sitting out here on a pile of wood helping solve that.”

Cole looked down and swayed in the wind. His whispers barely heard over the wind, “moist, soft lips on my shoulder. Skin is so soft I feel my calloused hands assault it. Her hips are strong.”

Alistair felt his cheeks go hot despite the biting cold. He opened his mouth to quiet the spirit but Cole continued, “Gentle yet strong. Attentive. Hot breath on my neck. More than I dreamed, I don’t want this to end.”

“That’s enough,” Alistair managed to say as he cleared his throat, “You know there are better ways to tell me they don’t wish to be disturbed?”

Cole looked at him, the wide brim hiding most of his face along with the dark.

“I’m going to head back to Haven, you should join me. They wouldn’t appreciate you eavesdropping on their private moments.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Cole asked.

“No, you just lack tact,” Alistair motioned for Cole to follow him.

“I could make you forget. Lead you to town.” Cole offered. He held out a slender hand to the warrior.

“I don’t want to forget,” Alistair took the hand and gently pushed it down, “I like knowing my friends are happy. Just could have learned without…so much information.”

“But I didn’t tell you what they were doing?” Cole asked.

“You didn’t and you did,” Alistair laughed, “next time simply saying, ‘they don’t want to be disturbed’ will work fine. If there’s a next time.”

“Oh,” Cole nodded, “okay. Yes, I understand. They do not wish to be disturbed. They are involved—”

Alistair cut the spirit off, “Nope, too much. Just the first part. No one needs to know why.” 

“Oh.”

“It’s okay, you’re learning,” Alistair gave him a pat on the shoulder, “lets go get a warm cider in the tavern.”

“I don’t need food.”

“But can you appreciate flavors?”

“Yes, maybe?” Cole thought about it.

“Let’s go see.”

#atonalginger writes #fanfic #dragon age #random wip snippet #salvaging this is going to be a headache when I sit down and do it #and I'd need to find the notes

[mothfishing]

radi our friend radi

miss radiance...

favorite thing about them

i just think the most about characters and factions who existed on hallownest's fringes, and the radiance is the ultimate example of that. and she's just a character who we see very little of, and not for no reason! so you have to piece together a lot of shreds of information to get an idea of the kind of person she was...

like for one i think the fact the moths are peaceful as a rule is something that would make sense if it reflected on her? ive seen people refer to her as a war god and that's like. okay then explain to me why a war god would create people who aren't known for carrying weapons...and i spoke about it in the seer ask, but her being associated with death and funerals and ghosts is also something that makes sense to me. basically i think it's interesting that she's a character who exists almost entirely by implication, who you have to go to a decent amount of effort to figure out anything about her

least favorite thing about them

no one in the world has ever been normal about her (SAD)

trying to figure out how to put this...are you really gonna tell me there's nothing at all fishy about the pale king coming to hallownest, sealing the radiance away so he could rule without equal (this is stated explicitly in a dev note...), having the goal of ruling over the entirety of hallownest unopposed, and having bad relationships with every single other faction that didn't bow to hallownest rule...? like there's nothing weird going on there at all? the mantis tribe's treaty explicitly stated that it was something they agreed to to protect their village from hallownest expansion. like are you telling me he's not a colonizer and imperialist,

idk it gives me a weird bad vibe. like very genuinely the impression i had after doing dream no more (& again, i played hk totally blind save for knowing ghost & hornet were siblings) was like. "huh? so the radiance and the moths got subjugated by some dude But Actually taking revenge for that is so much worse and we have to put her down now you guys:((((((("

and i literally thought that was unfair and i was probably misunderstanding, which i note to say i really am not approaching this in bad faith and this isn't a square reading i'm trying to force into a round hole. the reason i stopped doubting it was because i spoke to multiple friends who saw the same thing without my input =/

it makes it so i just can't dislike her. and it's pretty disappointing how fan reaction to her is primarily to either demonize her and attribute bad things to her that we either don't have evidence for or we have evidence that contradicts it, or they bring in real world struggle in a way i find wildly disrespectful & fetishistic. we are in a nightmare world basically

favorite line

she isn't really a character with dialogue, so instead i'll talk about a piece of the seer's dialogue which gives me Thoughts about the radiance. even though i already talked about it in the seer ask. which is months ago at this point so whatever i guess

What a terrible fate they've visited upon you.

To cast you away into this space between body and soul.

Will you accept their judgement and fade slowly away?

Or will you take the weapon before you, and cut your way out of this sad, forgotten dream?

i just think it's so interesting! it's difficult for me to think the seer isn't drawing a parallel between ghost's situation and what happened to the radiance...this is not the first time ghost has been judged unworthy of life; if they were a good child, they would have died all that time ago, another body lining the abyss

the dreamers have condemned them to the same fate. there's no way to escape the dream; without the seer's aid, all they can do is, as she puts it, fade slowly away. and what for? yet another sacrifice extracted from them for the sake of this dead kingdom. by this point it isn't possible to do anything the dreamers fear - they need the dreamnail for that. they are condemned because they are inconvenient

and, well, the radiance was also put in that position...a lot of the game is about death and accepting that things will end, and the core arrogance of hallownest is repeatedly framed as the pale king declaring it would last forever. it's what vespa says the bees will have no part in, and there's ozymandius signs all over the damn place. so at least personally i find it significant that the radiance is repeatedly associated with the dead and the remembrance of the dead, her sacred place being a graveyard and her last follower being its groundskeeper, and she's also the one who pk needed to get rid of in order to make his eternal kingdom possible.

but accepting that things end is not the same as lying down and dying just because someone wants you out of the way for their own gain...which is exactly what the pale king wanted for both of them

brOTP

for a literal "bro" i actually see grimm as her brother who she's on fairly good terms with. idk, just never thought there was any particular reason for them to be at odds, and my own read of grimm's actions and the ritual was that he's enacting some kind of belated vengeance against hallownest for what happened to the radiance. by his nature, he could never have arrived "on time", but desecrating a corpse is well within his abilities.

nOTP

all of them. my god

random headcanon

the whole "erasing her memory" thing was referred to as a seal in a developer's note. it's even referred to as a prior attempt before the hollow knight plan - "Thus the first attempt to seal Radiance failed, and the King had to try another method - the Vessel."

i really can't think of her as not being a death god; it's just the impression i get from both her explicit connection to dreams, and how the dreaming and the dead are so tightly linked. the dream nail shows you both, after all, and the ghosts you fight are dream warriors. also, a place important to the moths, and presumably to her as well, is a literal graveyard. and that adds another dimension - it is specifically important to her that the dead be remembered and honored.

she has no physical form, which is funny because every other god we know of does. the pale king, the white lady, unn, grimm, even the lifeblood creature...grimm and unn both have some connection to dreams as well, so it isn't like that precludes you from possessing a physical form.

so...well...i keep thinking about that first seal, and that attempt to erase her memory. did it involve killing her? is there a corpse somewhere, long forgotten in an unmarked grave? to one such as her, what greater insult could there be?

unpopular opinion

man. i have so many.

first is that i think it's honestly kinda gross to say that the pale king and the radiance were equally at fault for what happened - one of them's a fuckin colonizer who goes around trying to absorb every group in the area into his kingdom, and the other is the god of one of those groups. they are not on equal terms here...

i also think it's gross to make her worse for the purpose of making whoever your fave is - often grimm or the pale king - Better. like she needs to be the worst most evil sister so grimm can get some pathos, she needs to be the most violent beast so the pale king can get some pathos, etc.

i could go on but i would literally never stop.

song i associate with them

toothsmile by bent knee is such a radiance song to me...

favorite picture of them

this art

#devourerofjourneys #asks #this ask is from MAY!!!!!!!!!

[clearwillow]

For the ask game 💡,❤️,🎨

Hi @liz8080!

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

That are published: Fever Dream, Hired Help, Call Me Again. Started but not posted: 9 Ideas I've only made notes on: 16 Ideas that may never see the light of day: 2

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

This is hard cause there's usually one in every fic that is just...the absolute dumbest thing, but I stuck it there so it'll amuse me when I go back to reread it again. If we want, y'all can always ask about a specific fic sometime. Right now, I gotta say it's this moment in the latest chapter of Fever Dream.

Seeing it bounce slightly as he shuffled his feet made her bite her lip so she wouldn't laugh. Youkai Inuyasha almost looked as though he puffed up from her words, but then his face shifted. It was a look of panic as he looked down at her. "Uh oh."

"Uh oh?" She mimicked. "No uh-ohs. We can't have uh-ohs right now. Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi will be coming over for dinner in an hour. Why are we saying uh oh?"

"I…I think the knot's too tight…" He winced. "It's getting tighter."

"How tight did you tie this?!" Kagome frantically reached up and tried to pry the bow loose, but with no luck. Her friends were on their way, Human Inuyasha was laughing so hard he'd achieved a pitch only dogs would hear, and Youkai Inuyasha's attempt to be cute was going to cut off the circulation to his penis. "Can you think of something that doesn't involve sex so you'll go limp?!"

"It's kind of hard when you're on your knees in front of me, Kagome –"

"Yeah I can see it's hard and that's the problem!"

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Dude. Anything. I know I've drawn a lot of things for my fics, but it doesn't match the feeling that someone took the time and created something for the same fic. That someone read it and thought "I want to draw that" just...I can't describe it. 💕

And I know there's probably someone in the world that would say "well you draw". It's true, I do, but that doesn't mean I haven't loved and appreciated each piece that someone has given me. I've still got the little "booklet" a couple second graders gave me when I was student teaching. Things like that mean more to me than any high dollar phone or computer, because I know a lot of care went into making it. I've got this wide section of wall next to my bed that I've never figured out what to put there, so (and I need to fix it soon) I've printed out these pieces and hung them up 🥰 as soon as I get it arranged better I'll take a picture!

#fanfic asks

[puppyeared]

Hi!! I really like ur art!! Ur artstyle is so cute it makes me wanna explote. Can i ask for ur ocs? (Their designs, names, etc) i wanna know more abt them!!! :]

YESS OMGB IM GOING TO BE SO ANNNOYING ABOUT THIS

augusta is a revamped oc that i made in grade 6, so technically shes my firstborn!! don’t really have any story for her, she’s just there to float around in my head lol

originally she was like, a brown and white fox with two tails and her special power was that she could use the tips of her tails to draw things made of shadows lmao. very edgy.. but it was everything to grade 6 me <3 (if youve been here for the longest time you might remember but shhh)

but now she's a part time astronaut who harvests stars for fuel and food on earth!! she drives her own spaceship called the moonfish, so just overall she has a very spacey theme and i like drawing her with stars or moons. her motif is supposed to be the five pointed star :o)

i also forget to draw it sometimes, but she has a dog collar that turns into a space helmet when you pull the tag! id like to imagine what work is like for her and what led her to become an astronaut, and maybe some stuff about her personal life like when she was younger. will probably make a doodle dump for that

despite being an astronaut, shes actually not that good at math and science and i figured its fine because thats not as needed in her world? theres probably magic if she can walk around on the moon in a dress so its more a fantasy or dream thing to me

before she was living on a house on the moon so she could go to space all the time, but since she has vincent and anton now i think she probably stays with them on earth <3 would be cool if she kind of tethers her ship to the house like a balloon, i should probably draw that later lol

speaking of!! shes in a relationship with @poicyss oc anton!!! i thought they would get along well, esp since auggie is a huge chatterbox so i think she'd be a good conversation partner. but theyre so cute!!! shes extremely curious and doesn't really give herself a reason to dislike others until theyre mean to her, so she'd definitely want to get to know anton!! theyre in love your honor!!!

their son vincent was also meant to be a one off because i wanted to see what their child would look like, like one of those crack ship memes lol. obviously i got attached cause hes so dang cute and he probably has a mix between his parents personalities ^^

i talk bow's ear off about them constantly but like!! theyre so cute!!!! my blorbos!!!!!!

these are presto and soleil!! theyre rival magicians who hate each others guts for stealing the others spotlight all the time. they both became world famous magicians around the same time so they've been fighting each other for attention for a while lol

the thing is that their magician identities are secret from their civilian identities! this means absolutely no one is allowed to know their civilian selves AND nobody in their personal lives know they happen to be the magician. also, the names presto and soleil are their stage names!!

so what happens is that they happen to enter the same apartment at the same time as theyre changing out of their costumes, which means they accidentally discover each others civilian identities and magician identities lol!!

the reason why this happens is that they both happened to apply for an apartment, but the building manager (mrs. koi) is very old and forgetful so she accidentally gave both of them the same apartment thinking she only gave it to one of them.

the other apartments in the area are also too expensive because theyre bigger and newer compared to mrs. koi's apartments, so they reluctantly become roommates >;o)

thats basically the context for them but i really have no idea what else i wanna do with their story, probably just roommate shenanigans and shit lol. im a huge sucker for rivals to friends/lovers so this is constantly on my mind lmao

i was also thinking of making other tenants for the story so maybe like eccentric old man, single mom and her five year old, idk? theyre just a bunch of silly little guys to me :o)

also i think they'd each have their own style? i imagine presto is more of a stage magician with the wand, and he enters the stage through a huge top hat, just playing with classic magician cliches. soleil is probably more like mind boggling shit on americas got talent, maybe street magicians and a phantom thief kind of vibe

these guys are minor inconvenience (min) and delaney!!! their story kind of revolves around luck and coincidence lol

min comes from a family of internationally wanted phantom thieves who hide out in a small town. he's actually a red panda adopted into a family of raccoons, but the thing is that they're colorblind so they can't really tell the difference. the only things that really set him apart is that he's not extremely smart (but decently smart) and he's very clumsy, unlike his family

this means his family doesnt ever take him with them on heists, but only because his clumsiness could give them away and get them all caught. eventually he gets fed up with being left out and decides to do his own "heists" as practice to get better so he can come with them someday

but since he knows most of the people hes stealing from in town, he doesn't actually keep what he steals. he just does it to try and get better with lock picking, disabling alarms, etc. and eventually puts everything somewhere the owner can find it

also extremely important to know is that even though min is extremely clumsy, he actually has stupidly good luck which balances it out. somehow, even if he trips on nothing, he will manage to land a sick backflip on the way down. there is no explanation for why this happens. his family thinks it's because he has a four leafed clover birthmark in an embarrassing place.

the thing is that his luck only works on him, not on his surroundings. so if he was in a group of people that get splashed with mud, he would be the only person not to get splashed no matter how close you are to him. this leads to a lot of misunderstandings lol

on the other hand, delaney is normal and she really had nothing to do with him until she was walking home and somehow found him stuck in a vent trying to escape. she felt bad for him and helped him out, mostly because she didn't know he was stealing and thought he was just dumb, but that kind of triggered a bunch of coincidences where they cross paths, specifically while min is in the middle of stealing and delaney eventually helps him out

they don't even really want to see each other until one time delaney finds him and he gets hurt trying to climb out a broken window. she patches him up and they kind of have like some sort of acquaintance relationship to the point where they wave when they see each other, and eventually meet up on purpose EHEHE

#THAT FELT SO GOOD TO LET OUT YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #long post #ask #oc tag #my oc #my ocs #augusta #vincent #delaney #minor inconvenience #soleil #presto #mrs. koi

[amoosarte]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐂.𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙 𝐉𝐑

SUMMARY ! in which Carlos won't admit it but he's been in love with his childhood friend, that he likes to tease but at a party he took her it too far, so he ask for her hand in marriage the morning after.

FACECLAIM ! julia.hatchh, TROPE ! somewhat enemies to lovers !

Lana simply can't stand him, he's unbearable and stupid. Carlos sainz jr, is a tease and a flirt, he's the second best rake in london, next to Anthony bridgerton but his rain is now over since he got married.

A womanizer, a man with money and status, the man she hated since birth, and a man she saw sexually. She hate to admit it but his teasing got the best of her.

Lana hated him, but then when he entered the ballroom her heart would beat in a million.

Lana sighed as the time came for yet again another ball.

The maids rushed slightly, bathing her delicate body with the most floral scents. The sun that once leaked inside of her room was now slowly fading away, since the night was taking over.

Her covered nude body sat at her vanity while her maids, patted makeup on her cinnamon skin. The others patted her hair dry until it was dry enough to put in curlers.

They worked to make her presentable, since she was the diamond of her season. Every man wanted to marry her, besides her statues this season, she was a woman of perfection, beauty, and elegance. Of course every man wanted her, who wouldn't?

In the matter of second her body was dressed in a ruby red dress and her arms wrapped around the most purest silky gloves. As her mama came inside her room with jewels she would display today.

"Absolutely stunning darling." Her mother kissed her cheek, Lana looked at herself in her mirror, she wondered 'will this catch his attention tonight?' perhaps.

"Let's go darling, the carriage are waiting." Her mother led her downstairs, where older brother and father were waiting for them.

Carlos would be lying if she didn't look gorgeous when she walked in, his eyes wandered that red dress, his favorite color. He knew that color would look good on her, it drawed him near her, what made it worse that it was on her lips as well.

His eyes widen, every unmarried married man was looking at her as if she was meat. "dammit." he growled. He saw every one of those men ask her to dance with her, in which she said yes.

He smiled and talked with a group of men near her commotion, slowly making his way there. He would say it was pure luck when her mother noticed him, of course he acted natural, he wanted to be seen chatting with men and not looking at her daughter.

"Carlos, how are you?" Her mother pulled Lana towards him, in which she rolled her eyes. "Miss Delgado, i've been good how about you?" Carlos smoothly asked, he knew her mother had a sweet spot for him.

"oh dear, I've been good as well!" Her mother smiled, covering her mouth to giggle. "I'm glad, how about you Lana?" His voice made her snap his attention to him. Her mother had to tap her arm for her to respond.

"I'm doing well, Duke Sainz." She bowed her head, making him smirk. "How about I'll be your last dance of the evening?" He offered his hand, in which her mother pushed her to take.

Lana placed her hand on his larger one, the one she dreamed of touching her. It was the one that pulled her on the dance floor when the music played. Lana didn't dare to look at him, she would falter if she did.

"Did you miss my presence?" Carlos whispered into her ear, as he made their bodies dance. "Miss you? What a joke." Lana said sarcastically. "i've enjoyed my time without seeing your stupid face." She said, twirling when assigned too.

When her body came back from the twirl, his hand slowly crept on the waist, making her breath hitch. "So you missed me?" Carlos saw the blush on her cheeks. "Did you miss me, taking you out to dance?" He said.

"I recall It's the only time I can touch you, and you love it." His deep voice was a melody that would trap you. "Do not start with me Carlos." Lana snarled back, looking directly at it. There was this glint in her eyes that made Carlos hesitant.

They ended the dance in silence, they bowed as respect. After Carlos looked up to see her, she was already rushing down. She needed air, everything or everyone was looking at her tonight, it was insufferable.

Lana gasped air in when she stepped outside, who was he to make her feel this way?

She rushed to a bench a tad bit far from the party, she needed to clear her head of him. Lana groaned as she heard someone step near her. "who's there?" Lana snapped her eyes up, only to see the man she hated.

"Calm down, what was that?" Carlos said in disbelief, why was she so mad? "God Carlos, can't you ever leave me alone?" Lana huffed out, getting up and rushing away. Why was he everywhere?

A tight grip was on her wrist, making her pull back to face him. "Why are you so mad?" Carlos said in a more serious tone. "Why do you care?" Lana snarled back, trying to rip her hand out of his grip.

"God, you're driving me crazy!" Lana laughed, finally getting out of his grip. “Please, you love it when I drive you insane.” Carlos walked In front of her, making her look at him.

“I dare you to deny it, you love my comments.” Carlos smirked, making her heart beat faster. “I bet you love it when I make you sexually frustrated .” Carlos hovered above her. “What did I tell you about your comments?”

Lana glared at him, making Carlos look directly at her. “You love them don’t you?” Carlos whispered stroking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I could tell the moment I put my hand on your waist.”

— You think I haven’t noticed? The way you get red, the way your chest goes up and down?” Carlos said looking at her. “Carlos stop it.” Lana got flustered, trying to get away from him, but he blocked her way.

“you can’t even look at me!” He shouted a bit, making her frustrated. “so what!” Lana finally said it, making Carlos become quiet. "So what if I like it when you tell me such things! when you make me feel butterflies! when you touch me!" Lana dumped out.

"Why do you do it?" She asked, making Carlos inhale sharply. "what?" He simply said, making Lana groan out. "you're the biggest rake this year, why do you play with me?"

"Am I just a plaything to you? If so, don't come near me Carlos Sainz!" Lana snapped at him. She started to walk away from him, but yet again Carlos took ahold of her wrist. "I do it to distract myself from you."

His voice was stern and serious, his eyes were on her, they were going to eat her up. "Everytime you walk in, my eyes go to you--

All I look at, is you." He said sharply, his face inching towards her. "You've been my desire since we were eighteen, i've been dying slowly for you." Carlos poured his heart out.

"I have no innocent thought of you." Carlos huffed out, licking his lips, eyes drawn to her red lips. "You wearing red makes me think of everything!" His eyes on her lips yet again, heads moving closer and closer. "I want you and only you."

"Then take me, make me yours." Lana inched her hand to his lips, finally locking lips on his. Carlos would say her lips were plum, soft and seductive. He couldn't help himself but pull her into him.

They must have been starving, as their lips dug into their faces. Hands were everywhere, hers in his fluffy brown hair, while his were anywhere on her body.

Lips stuck on her neck, kissing her to her bosoms. Making her get slightly vocal, feeling his chest press against hers. Her back bumping into the garden wall, making her arch her back.

Little by little her dress inched up, the show of her cinnamon legs made Carlos growl, pushing himself off. Lana was breathing hard, what has she done..

"Go inside..." Carlos rubbed his face in realization of what he did, making Lana scared. "Carlos what are we going to do.." Lana felt scared, she finally got what she wanted but at what cost?

Carlos stepped near her, grabbing her hands. "Don't be scared, I'll be at your house first thing in the morning.."Carlos said making her confuse. "You're not thinking of.." Her realization made him laugh lightly.

"I took your innocence, it's the least I could do.." His words made her look at him. "You plan to marry me?" Lana said unsure, he looked unsure. "I've been wanting too, I just thought I wasn't your dream." Carlos said.

"Please you been all of what i've been dreaming of." Lana got red, making him smile. "Will you marry me, Lana?" Carlos proposed, making her smile shyly. "Of course Carlos."

It was safe to say Carlos kept his promise, first thing he did that morning was ask for her hand in marriage, in which her father accepted.

The sight of him waiting for her in their garden was like a dream, just with a ring, waiting to be placed on her finger.

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[krispy-dream]

Froge Dream!

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

wakanda

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

word count: 2.4k (lol, sorry)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a cutie.

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“Welcome to Wakanda, agent (Y/N)”.

A second after you crossed their airspace, you were courteously greeted. The views from your ship were indescribable. Peace invaded you just at the sight of the open fields and the warm colors of autumn. You could get used to that place too. To live in calm, work hand-to-hand with Shuri, and have time to spend it with Bucky. The reason why you were flying there. Removing your right hand from the control and grabbing in a fist the dog tags hanging on your chest, you took a deep breath while closing your eyes before getting ready to land. T’Challa was waiting for you at the entry of his kingdom, accompanied by his excited little sister and some of his guards.

Pressing a sequence of buttons above your head, to pull the control back, the ship went down slowly folding its wings. As you landed and turned off the engineers, you freed yourself from the seatbelt and the huge headphones to step out. Shuri received you with a friendly hug, breaking protocol and being just Shuri. You built a strong relationship since you met a year ago, when you brought Bucky to that beautiful and magical place, to let him recover. To let him rest.

“Your highness”. You uttered to T’Challa crossing your forearms in the traditional salutation of Wakanda.

“Agent (Y/N)”. He corresponded walking closer. “The white wolf asked me to let you know he wouldn’t want to be… bothered with visits today”.

You couldn’t help but frown. The last time you saw him was around three months ago. You usually interchanged letters from week to week, being one of the fewer persons he trusted in. And it wasn’t just a question of trust. Steve told you about his feelings, his shyness, and insecurities, his fears. What Bucky didn’t know, again, it wasn’t a question of trust from you either. That’s why the Captain gave you the dog tags, after more than thirteen years under custody. You wanted to see him, to know if he was happy there as he wrote you in his letters one million times.

“He doesn’t wear his arm here”. Shuri clarified, taking a position close to his brother.

By the look on their faces, you were aware of two things. One, they noticed too that something was growing between Bucky and you, and that it wasn’t a simple friendship. Two, they weren’t going to stop you. Oh, quite the opposite. They’d bring you to him on a golden platter and a big red bow on your head. The king beckoned a hand to urge you to follow him to the inside of the building and use one of their ships to fly above the place to the white wolf’s location.

You were nervous. You didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours last night thinking about him and how he’d react to having back his tags since the forties. Your eyes were focused throughout the window on your left, watching different citizens taking care of animals and plantations, children running from one side to another, playing and having fun. Oblivious to the horror of New York, where you resided. One of the cities in the world with the highest rates of street violence. Serial killers or simply killers, rapists, kidnappers, drug dealers (...). It was a minefield and Wakanda seemed and felt like Heaven.

“Did you think about the offer?” Shuri nudged you to push you back to reality, turning your head towards her.

“Since you dropped it to me”.

“So?”

“I…” You needed to put away your gaze again, focusing on the blue opened sky in front of them. “I want… to consult him first if you don’t mind”.

“Of course, (Y/N)”.

“I don’t want to put his world upside down, now that he’s not the…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t pronounce that detestable nickname and the pain beneath it.

Shuri nodded in silence, not needing your explanations. She knew how you felt. She understood you. The talk didn’t continue, stretching your right hand on your lap to calm your nerves and make you comfortable with the situation. The flight didn’t last longer than five or ten minutes, losing the track of time deep in your thoughts. The pilot indicated to you through the headphones that you were about to land, glancing at a complex of small houses in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and wilderness.

You were the last one jumping outside with your hand grabbing the tags on your chest, trying to find the encouragement there to follow T’Challa’s hand pointing at a man working with goats and collecting hay for them. Licking your lips and assenting with your chin, you guided your steps towards him. Slowly. As if you wanted to turn around at some point. But you knew it was too late when he was the one turning at the sound of your heavy boots cracking the grass under them.

Bucky didn’t look annoyed for your visit, nor the lack of attention to his petition. Although there was something in his pale blue orbs you weren’t able to decipher, until he bowed down his head unconsciously to his left shoulder covered by a dark fabric matching his eyes. You had to do your best to not roll yours, shortening the distance setting you apart. You had been dreaming about that encounter since the last time you were there before Shuri accessed the darkest place of his mind and cleaned it from any trail of HYDRA. Now, he was free. And he looked in good condition as the bags under his eyes had disappeared and his hair was almost tied with a bun. His cheeks seemed a little more chubby and you just wanted to pinch them. But it’d be weird and out of place. For the time being.

Bit by bit, a sweet smile widened in your lips, curving them as Bucky stared at you again when he was conscious that you didn’t care. With or without a metal arm, your feelings were exactly the same. You couldn’t admire him more than you were admiring him at this point. You couldn’t love him more than you loved him already. And God was a witness of how many times you practiced to confess to him and tell him that the only thing you wanted in life was to be by his side. Bring happiness to his days, bring him peace and harmony.

“I'm sorry…” “I brought you…”

You two spoke at the same time, breaking in a soft giggle that jumped your hearts in complete sync.

“You first”. He let you, waving his hand.

“I… brought you something”. You susurrated, loosening the grip around the metal hanging on your chest to take off the necklace.

You noticed the way his eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Why did you have them? Who gave them to you? Why now? Bucky gulped watching you stretching the dog tags between your fingers towards him. He didn’t know what to do, taking a second before he was able to react. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw them, and the amount of memories they gave him overwhelmed his whole brain.

In slow motion narrowing his eyes, Bucky held the chain with two fingers to hang the necklace from it. You thought he was about to wear them, but he destabilized you as he directed his hands to above your head, to place them where they were an instant before. You didn’t understand. Didn’t he want them back?

“I want you to keep it”.

“But…”

“I want you to have something mine”. Bucky recognized with a shy smile decorating his lips. “Those tags and my arm are the only things I have from my past. And… I won’t give you my arm…”

“Well, I bet it’d look good hanging from my neck”. You jocked tilting your head.

In his gift, you found the encouragement you needed to talk about T’Challa’s job offer. It wasn’t as if you were proposing to him, in the end, you were just friends even if it felt quite the opposite. You licked your upper lip, kissing your teeth after it, earning more than his attention.

“Shuri said, uh… I could come here, work with her. We’d do great things together, not only for Wakanda but for the world”.

Bucky’s gesture didn’t change a single inch, focused on the nervousness you were trying to hide from him and reading the reasons beneath.

“So T’Challa offered me to stay here”.

“Permanently?”

“Yeah… Permanently”. You assented pressing your lips, breathing through your nostrils.

“Did you accept?”

“Not yet. Not until talking to you about”.

He nodded then a couple of times, turning to the goats behind him coming closer. “Got to finish some stuff… Maybe we can talk later about it unless you have to leave”.

“No, no. I, uh… asked for the day off. Banner didn’t need me at the lab today”.

“Okay, good”.

While the king was showing you the new level for research and investigations, Bucky took the advantage to go and find Shuri without your knowledge. He found her in the surroundings of the main building, working on your ship as you said it made some kind of random noise that put you out of your nerve during the flight.

“I need my arm”.

The princess squatted close to the left wing, turned at him without standing up. Pulling her sunglasses to the top of his head, she raised an eyebrow.

“For what”.

“You know for what”. He clicked his tongue, placing his hand on his left shoulder.

“No, I don’t”. She lied while cleaning the grass and oil in her expert fingers.

“I need to have two arms”.

“You’ve been working the last months with one arm only. Why do you need it now?”

“C’mon… Argh…” Bucky rubbed his face with boredom. “I want to hug her, okay? Can you just… give me back my damn arm?”

“Not enough reasons, you can hug her using your right”.

“I want to have two hands when I kiss her”. He finally confessed in a hiss, provoking a triumphant smile growing on Shuri’s lips.

“If you lie to me, if you don’t kiss her, Sergeant Barnes… I’ll code it to punch your face”.

“Wait…” Bucky wrinkled his nose drawing a horrified gesture on his face, as he turned his blue eyes towards his left shoulder. “Can you… do that?”

“Try me”.

No, of course she couldn’t, but he didn’t know. Which were a good push for him to not go against her and her petition.

“C’mon. I’ll set it up and help you to put it on”.

Your eyes were traveling from one picture to another. He put some of them around his small house and it looked better now. More like a home. A place to stay. And for a second you felt a twinge straight in your heart when you noticed one photograph of the two of you, close to his bed. It was after your first mission together. Steve insisted on taking it, after noticing the sparkles between you. But you didn’t know he brought it to Wakanda with him, as your copy is on your nightstand too. And you used to fall asleep every night looking at it.

The curtain being moved and some steps in pulled you out from your thoughts, turning to find Bucky staring in silence at you. Your orbs landed on the metal arm. It was different too since the last time you saw it, with golden strips forming between the silver ones. You couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t need to…”

“Yes, I did. I did need it”. He interrupted you, breathing through his parted lips and his heart about to fly off from his chest.

“Why?”

“Because, otherwise, I couldn’t do this”.

You were about to ask what he was referring to, watching him breaking the distance between the two of you in three fast strides. You closed your eyes at the moment his hands held your neck and Bucky slammed his lips on yours. The kiss, the contrast of cold and warmth on your skin, the everlasting longing for it to happen… All of this caused you to gasp, tangling the tunic at the height of his chest in your fists, not wanting him to take a step back. Your mouths fit perfectly without looking for it, made for each other, as he secured his fingers on the back of your neck. And you felt your knees weak when he pecked your lips one more time, before caressing your nose with his, not being able to open your eyes. Neither of you.

“I don’t have the right… to ask for anything”. He babbled. His insecurities coming afloat even if you hadn’t pushed him away. “But… I want you to stay here. With me. I… I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise to make you happy”.

At this point, your eyes were filled with tears, strongly closing your eyelids to not let them fall. You swallowed a sob, moving your hands from his chest to his middle back, embracing him tighter as you could.

“You’ve been making me happy since we met, Bucky”.

He chuckled breathless, intuiting he was too at the edge of his crying because of that affirmation.

“Every Tuesday, I wait at the stairs of my apartment for the mail, for your letters. I’ve… read them so many times I can recite them… by heart. Every word you've written to me”.

“I will continue writing them for you, even if you stay with me”.

Your voices were low, barely audible out of his place. Like secrets. Bucky kissed you again, bending enough to raise you by the back of your thighs and urge you to surround his waist with your legs. The dog tags on your chest clicked against the other, as you moved your arms to his shoulders and neck, and you were unable to stop kissing him. You two could die right now and not be bothered because you were finally together, and that was all you deserved in life.

“Tell me you will stay… please”. His beg brushed your lips, still pecking them between syllable and syllable.

“I will…” You replied without hesitating as you could, eager to correspond to every gesture from him. “I will stay with you”.

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[wrenqueenisboss]

DSMP x f!reader headcanons (seeing you in a ball gown for the first time)

Them reacting to you dramatically walking down the stairs in your beautiful ballgown.  Warnings: none (I don’t think)

Note: you guys aren’t yet dating in this headcanon (except for bench trio. That is strictly platonic)

Dream:

When you walked down the stairs in your extravagant ballgown, the breath left Dream’s lungs, leaving him speechless

He met you at the bottom of the stairs and held his arm out like a gentleman

He didn’t even bother to try to hide the blush on his face, he knew it would be useless he didn’t care if people saw him blushing

“Y/n, my dear,” he said, looking you up and down. He whistled sharply, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. “You look stunning.”

You giggled. “Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself.”

He’d parade you around, showing you off

Compliments you the entire night (each compliment gets more flirty as the night draws on. You’re bright red by the end of the night)

he would not be able to take his eyes off you. You looked so beautiful in your gown, face illuminated by the warm lighting as you danced, a joyful smile on your face

Dream would sweep you off to the the dance floor where you’d waltz the night away, staring into each other’s eyes with unadulterated love

George:

George almost choked on his drink when he saw you enter the ballroom looking like an goddess on earth

blushing like a tomato, he would approach you shyly and ask you for a dance

“Lady Y/n? Would you care to share a dance.”

He smiles like a thousand suns when you say yes without hesitation, gently leading you in a waltz. 

He might stumble a couple times because he was so distracted by your beauty, but you two laugh it off. he may or may not stumble a couple times just so he can hear your laugh again

One time, you caught him staring 

After you two had fulfilled your duties by being at the ball for as long as was required, he’d want to take you outside

Under the stars, you two would just talk. 

Until you got tired. When you fell asleep on his lap, he tensed up for a moment before relaxing and gently stroking your hair.

Sapnap:

Sapnap was chatting with Dream and George (they attended the ball as a couple) when George pointed out that you had arrived

He looked to where you were and legit couldn’t stop himself from smiling ear-to-ear

“She looks... amazing,” he mumbled.

George laughed, which made Dream smile. Dream kissed his fiancé’s head before addressing Sapnap. 

“Go tell her that, idiot.”

So Sapnap walked over to you and straight-up said, “You look beautiful, Y/n”

blushing at the compliment, you asked him to dance (he happily accepted the offer) 

Literally the entire time, he would not stop flirting with you or telling you how beautiful you looked (as he should)

Dream and George were so happy that their ship was sailing, btw

Karl:

Karl was just rambling on and on about how excited he was to dance with you (everyone agreed it was adorable)

He was smiling so freakin’ wide when he saw you. Everyone swears it lit up the whole room

He sorta tripped over his own feet with nervousness on his way to greet you at the bottom of the stairs

“Wow, Y/n.... You look really good!” He mentally slapped himself for giving such a “bad” compliment

You returned his sunny smile before complimenting him back, which made both of you blush

You guys most likely didn’t waltz for very long, instead, Karl would take you outside and put on some of his own music for you guys to jam to in fancy clothes

Quackity:

Quackity was joking around and talking with a group of people when he heard your name whispered next to him

he followed everyone’s gazes to see you, walking down the stairs in the most beautiful dress he’d ever seen. No, you looked beautiful. The dress just highlighted that.

When he got over to you, he bowed dramatically, causing you to giggle.

“Would you care to dance, my lady?” he asked, extending his hand

you gladly took it and got swept to the dance floor

I feel like waltzing with Quackity would be surprisingly fun (idk why)

the entire time, you guys would be causing a little bit of trouble by subtly knocking into other pairs as you waltzed

by the end of the night, your stomachs hurt from laughing so much and trying to stop yourselves from laughing

Wilbur:

Wilbur was talking with the rest of the SBI members when you and your gown caught his movement

He almost dropped his glass on the floor (techno casually caught it before it could shatter)

He didn’t even realize that his feet were walking him over to greet you

like the gentleman that he is, Wilbur led you down the rest of the stairs, guiding you to the ballroom floor

He placed his hands on your waist and you rested yours on his shoulders

“I presume this means we’re dancing?” he says with a cheeky smile

You giggle and nod as he starts the waltz, moving smoothly with the music

all of the SBI are really happy that Wilbur has found someone like you

Philza is smiling, Tommy is (jokingly) calling you guys disgusting, and Techno is just nodding with smug approval as you rest your head on Wilbur’s chest.

Bench Trio (platonic):

You and the bench trio (y’all are called the bench crew) decided to attend the ball together as friends

well, Tubbo platonically asked out Ranboo. Which left Tommy to platonically ask you out (you said yes, ofc)

When they saw you walk down the stairs, they cheered. 

I swear, these kids were so obnoxious. Like, the whole ballroom could hear them cheering and clapping for their friend walking down the stairs

everyone thought it was adorable, tho

Tommy gave you a high five when you reached the bottom

after getting some food and refreshments, you guys joined everyone else on the dance floor

Tommy, to make things more “interesting”, played his disks instead of the waltz music

Dream, who was organizing the function in this headcanon, was NOT happy

You guys were dying of laughter at watching Dream’s facial expressions when the music changed to Tommy’s upbeat songs

it was the best night of your guys’ lives

Technoblade: (might make this into an actual fic if it’s requested)

it was during one of your sexual tension-filled training sessions when Techno asked you if you wanted to go with him

After a moment of shock (which he used to defeat you) you accepted

“You’re lucky I said ‘yes’, Tech. Normally I don’t accept the invitations to dance from people who beat me up everyday.”

“Give yourself some credit, Y/n. You’re really good. But yes, I am lucky.”

You felt so freakin’ powerful as you confidently walked down the huge flight of stairs in your gorgeous gown. 

Techno was speechless. Even the voices were quiet (before they whispered about how stunning you were) he tried to erase the shocked expression from his face before hie reached you

You smiled as he held out his hand to you

“M’lady.” His voice was comforting even as it elicited butterflies in your stomach.

Technoblade’s heart jumped when you held his hand.

you looked so angelic in this light. Even though you had a reputation similar to his, you had such a wonderful personality that drew him in

Because of both of your guys’ agility that was developed and honed through your years of combat, you danced so gracefully

It was as if you were the breeze moving through the room

Everyone turned their heads to look at you two

When the music became more fast paced, you switched to a different style of dance, trading moves and moving as fluidly as rivers 

This was the moment that Techno realized he was in love with you

Before the night ended, he complimented your outfit and told you how beautiful you looked

at one point, it got cold so Tech gave you his dark maroon suit jacket (imagine techno in a dark dark red suit! asdkfhaskdjfh)

He let you walk home with it as long as you returned it to him at training the next day

Needless to say, the SBI family was teasing Techno for the next couple weeks

he didn’t mind, tho

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[ladymarycrawley]

Mrs Mount - Mason Mount

Request: can you write one with Mason, where it’s your first morning as a married couple

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Mrs Y/N Mount. Your name combined with his surname sounded so good you still couldn’t believe you finally said yes to each other, in front of your families and friends.

You couldn't stop smiling, you were literally living a dream: marrying the man of your life, your best friend and your partner.

Sometimes you thought it was all a dream and you worried it could all end at any moment.

Mason was there, peacefully sleeping by your side. Your smile got even wider as his little snores would fill the room. His eyelashes gently grazed his skin as his mouth was slightly open.

He looked like a puppy and the hottest man alive at the same time. You always thought that mix would've killed you one day.

You were lying next to him, staring at his body as you let your fingers move his hair away from his forehead.

You couldn't keep yourself any longer away from his face so you placed your lips on his skin and started drawing a trail of small kisses from his forehead to his cupid's bow.

Mason's features scrunched up at your contact against his skin.

"Good morning my beautiful husband" The smile planted on your face showed no sign of decreasing.

Mason, who was struggling to keep his eyes open due to the sunlight lighting up the bedroom, smiled sleepily as he shifted your body closer to his.

"Good morning Mrs Mount" Mason had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his head nuzzling into your neck, placing a kiss on your neck.

"How was your night?"

"Kinda lively…" you answered alluding to the night of passion you just had with him "...what about you?"

"Mine's pretty busy too"

You let out a little laugh as he moved his arm down to your hips in order to have your back against his chest. 

Mason started smothering you with kisses.

You smiled as your fingers would lightly tap against his bicep and placed a kiss on his outstretched arm.

"Can you believe we got married?"

"I still can't believe it...now you'll have to bear with me for the rest of your life"

"Well, someone had to do it"

You pinched his arm to punish him for his remark, earning a laugh from him and a kiss on your temple.

"You know what l cannot wait to do?"

"What?"

"Lying on the beach, sunbathing"

"So you can finally catch a tan without using a tanning bed"

"Are you making fun of me?"

"I would never" You chuckled and Mason started tickling your body. You started squirming as you were extremely ticklish. 

All the movements you made let Mason tower over you, your faces being millimetres away from each other's. 

You placed your hands on his face.

"I love you Mason"

"I love you too Y/N. Can't wait to spend the rest of my mornings like this with you"

A small peck was placed on his lips.

"So...how're we gonna spend the time that separates us from our honeymoon flight?"

"I think I know what to do…"

Mason's lips went directly to your neck as you laughed and wrapped tighter around his body.

Spending all your mornings like that was all you could've asked for. Cuddling with the man of your dreams, what else? 

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