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bvtbxtch · 1 year ago

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Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”

Summary: 5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled high school flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.

Pairings: King!Steve (Kinda) x Toxic!Fem!Reader

Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating (emotional and sexual), p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it, alcohol consumption, one night stands, stealing, public sex. This is definitely 18+ MDNI!!!!!

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A/N: Hi babies I have returned with something a little bit different from my little hiatus and am super excited to try something new! This fic is inspired by the song Stephen by Ke$sha! I hope you like it!! I love you all!

The pounding in your head mirrored that in your heart as you remembered the burn of alcohol down your throat from last night. Your makeup had been smudged off onto your pillow, some still remaining on your swollen, hungover face. The day after drinking anxiety had reared its head, but a wave of nerves hit you like a ton of bricks when a vision of you writing your phone number on Steve Harrington’s arm - more or less in front of his girlfriend - faded into view.

You cupped your hands over your face and your shoulders shook. You couldn’t help but giggle at the picture of her porcelain face twisted into a bout of jealous rage. You could fully admit to yourself that you lived on the side of delusion, but there was a piece of you that wholeheartedly believed that your former king of Hawkins High would call you.

And yet, you sat and stared at the phone perched silently on your nightstand while you nursed your hangover all day. The bright afternoon light evolved into an evening glow and still you hadn’t heard the shrill ring. You put on records and VCRs. You flicked through magazines and tried to pick up the new Danielle Steele book you had pocketed from the bookstore on main street. But the soundtrack of your thoughts was the hope that the telephone would ring and that you would hear a smooth baritone voice calling you. You fought to keep your eyes open while the blue light of your TV laughed back at you. You finally surrendered to the sleep your body had been pleading for, the blur of the night previous finally making itself clear in your dreams…

The music at the dive bar had been blaring. You were on your upteenth drink courtesy of Eddie Munson. The first time you had come to the Hideout it was your senior year, freshly 18 and ready for an adventure. You had snuck in with a fake ID and eyed up the curly haired 21 year old behind the bar. His eyes had been glued on you since you had walked in. Well, you worked your charm and lo and behold, Eddie had you bent over the chipped porcelain sink in the staff bathroom. After the orgasm you gave him, he knew he would owe you for a while - and free drinks you received ever since. You flashed him a wink as you downed the third tequila shot of the night. Your plump glossed lips twisted into a smile after looking at the winces of Heather and Chrissy. The three of you had moved a half an hour outside of Hawkins to the bigg(er) city of Indianapolis, but you felt the need to parade your luxurious city life to the hasbeen jocks of Hawkins High that frequent the only legit bar in town. You couldn't count on both hands the number of guys you had toyed with that now loitered around the musty pool tables and bar tops. By the time you graduated and got a job, you thought of yourself as a big fish in a small pond. You were ready to break big city hearts and leave the lame Hawkins lifers behind. That couldn’t be you. But there was always one that got away - one that you hated to admit was one guy that scared you, solely because you would let him domesticate you if he asked.

The girls beside you let out a small woo as another shot was sent your way, this time courtesy of Jason Carver who had fastened himself a seat on the other side of the bar with yet another Hawkins Hasbeen, Andy Robinson. You raised the small glass to your lips with a devilish smile across the bar. Jason still had his abs like he did when you graduated. Owning the small weightlifting gym on the outskirts of town had its perks, you guess. You looked at Chrissy and rolled your eyes with a snicker as the burning liquid slid down your throat. At least if you didn’t get lucky with someone else tonight, he would be there and more than willing to give you a half assed orgasm in the back seat of his beat up jeep cherokee - better than ending the night alone in your books (and probably his). You scrunched your eyes closed and a flash of stars lit up the darkness behind your eyes. You opened them to blurry vision, the feelings in your fingers were being replaced with warm fuzz. You knew that if you were to get off your barstool your knees would raise hell. You let out a euphoric giggle. This is just what you needed.

You heard a small “well, well, well,” slur out of Heather’s bowed lips as two new figures emerged through the metallic doors of the bar. “Surprised to see Harrington out here. Isn’t his past his bedtime? You know I remember…” Heather’s voice faded away as you honed in your focus to the pair at the door.

Nancy Wheeler - her obnoxious perm and housewife dresses… You couldn’t help but hate her. She was everything you weren’t: safe, boring, square. Her manicured hand rested in a much larger hand, and that hand was attached to toned arms in a light cotton crewneck. You couldn’t help but feel the saliva pool in your mouth. Nancy looked up to her beautiful brunette with her stupid doe eyes and he flashed her a small cautious smile. They stuck out like sore thumbs. She didn’t belong here, but Steve Harrington was too good looking to be in this shitty bar. It’s like your friends could read your mind. Chrissy pinched you in the side and Heather let out a childish giggle.

“Don’t even think about it, Y/L/N. Nancy’s had him on lock since, like, junior year.” You were well aware.

“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll be smart…” You challenged. Your friends were very aware of your determination. If you wanted something, you got it. And Steve Harrington was on the menu. You watched the handsome couple stalk to one of the tall bar tables across the room from your seats. Steve’s eyes locked with yours and you licked your lips. No matter how hard he tried, like a magnet, your gaze kept him locked on you. The man felt a tug on his arm as Nancy shuffled him to the table. As their conversation lulled on, you couldn’t help but attract Steve’s eyes again. You waved your arm to Eddie for another shot.

“I think it’s time to have some water, doll” the mophead behind cooed. For the first time tonight you ruffled through your purse to find a folded 20 dollar bill. You placed it in the hem of your bustier and flashed your sultry eyes at Eddie.

“You want a tip or not, Munson? I think I have already shown you how much I appreciate your customer service.” The man’s cheeks grew flushed as he grabbed the bill out of your chest with nimble fingers - hoping that his hands didn’t slip. Another tiny glass full of liquid in front of you. Before you put it to your mouth, you raised your eyes to Steve, his mouth slightly agape, having seen the performance you had just put on at the bar. You raised the shot glass to him in salute, he blushed and turned his eyes back to his girlfriend. God, his fucking girlfriend.

He watched your neck tilt back as the burning liquid slid down your throat. He had to stifle a small chuckle at your scrunched face at the reaction to your shot. Steve always thought you were effortlessly beautiful. But you were dangerous. A junior when he was a senior, he knew about the boys you had left in your wake. He made sure to stay away, betrothed to the girl sitting across from him at the bar. He sighed a choked breath of relief when Nancy coldly told him she was going to the bathroom then to get them some drinks. He let his shoulders shrug and rearranged his pants, which were a bit tighter than when he walked in. He wasn’t left in his silence for long. His shoulders shifted back up to his ears and his cheeks grew hot when he saw you saunter from the bar in his direction. His heart was in his throat and beating harder than ever. What the fuck was happening to him?

Your moment to strike happened when you saw Nancy’s pleated dress slither out of her barstool and towards the bathroom. You mirrored her and pushed your wobbling legs one in front of the other. You carried two glasses of brown liquor with you. Your face was calm and cool, but your hands were shaking as you crossed the dingy hardwood over to a beautiful head of hair.

“So, what is King Steve doing in a place like this?” You didn’t dare take Nancy Wheeler’s spot. You wouldn’t want to be compared to the likes. You leaned your torso over the table, edging closer to the man than you would be on a stool. You preferred it that way, and you had a sense that Steve does as well.

“I could ask the same thing to you, Y/N.” He mumbled, but you can tell his confidence was growing. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Who told you I’m a nice girl?” You purred. “You looked thirsty over here, and I thought, since you’re in my domain, I could show you some hospitality.” You slid the drink over to him with a black painted fingernail and picked yours up and stirred it suggestively.

“Bottoms up then.” Steve grabbed the glass and clinked it to yours. Your heart stopped as you watched the beautiful man’s neck strain upwards to take his drink in one gulp. It took all of the drunken strength you could muster to not sink your teeth into his strong neck. His Adams apple bobbed in strain and the liquor made his cheeks bloom a darker red than they already were. You sipped half of your drink, desperate to relieve some of the tension running through your body, but you felt like you would completely crumble if you downed it all in one go.

“So.. you and Nancy… That’s pretty… serious?” You couldn’t help the venom that seethed out of your lips. Steve cleared his throat and stared into the bottom of his empty glass. He shrugged his shoulders. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Trouble in paradise, King Steve?” you jest.

“Nah, It’s just… it's been a few years I guess.” Steve’s voice was cold. You sighed audibly. The alcohol and the pure lust was getting to you, and you could barely contain yourself.

“Too bad… the word on the street is I could treat you much better.” You could barely bring yourself to look into his eyes, but when you did, you were met with an intense stare. You couldn’t read all of the emotions behind his eyes, but it made your core quiver.

“Word on the street is you know how to treat a lot of people.” Steve scoffed. His defenses were up. Why in the world were you coming to him now? He had always stolen looks at you. He knew how magnetic you were. He wished he knew you in high school. Maybe then he wouldn’t be stuck working at his dad’s law firm. With a girlfriend who he felt stuck with; no sense of adventure, no true love in sight. But then you sauntered up to him and made his heart believe in life again.

“Well you aren’t wrong. But I only have eyes for one right now.” You winked.

“Wish we could have had this conversation three years ago…” Steve whispered, hoping that you didn’t hear him. You were delectable, and laid out in front of him; and he knows that if he were to have a few more drinks, he would have forgotten all about the girl that he had come here with - his… girlfriend. Fuck, his girlfriend. You flashed him a pout and a disappointed smile. You had him eating right out of your hand.

“Well… Let me give you this.” You pulled out a sharpie from your purse and pulled his wrist towards you, pulling up his sweater sleeve. You began to scribble your phone number onto his olive skin. You had to breathe slowly to keep yourself from shaking. “Call me tomorrow if you want to pretend it was three years ago.” A look of need flashed on your face. You had been absorbed by Steve Harrington. It had felt like all of the bar had disappeared and it was just the two of you. Steve could feel that too, he had you right where he wanted you, totally absorbed and infatuated. You couldn’t help but think of Nancy and it made you shiver. You couldn’t have her invade this. Fuck his stupid girlfriend. You were determined to make Steve Harrington yours.

The two of you stayed transfixed on each other for a moment more. Steve fixed his gaze between your face and the new ink that you had given him. He wanted to nurture it like it was a real tattoo. You couldn’t help but take mental pictures of Steve’s face, so you could imagine whatever meathead you ended up taking home that night was him. You wondered what he would look like underneath you, gasping and panting for breath. What his skin would taste like: sweaty and sweet and musky. You wished that you could take his fingers and put them in your mouth right now. You were thirsty, parched for his lips on yours. You wanted to show him what you looked like underneath him, you wanted him to hear you moan his name. You wanted to fuck his brains out, the way you knew Nancy “White Bread” Wheeler doesn’t. You were connected, and it scared you because for the first time in forever, you wanted to fuck, but you also wanted him to hold you, to tell you that you’re beautiful. You wanted him to hold your hand and buy you flowers and take you out. You wanted to cook for him and play with his hair and rub his back.

You were torn from your world when you heard a small ‘ahem’ from behind you. Steve quickly adjusted his posture and pulled his sweater sleeve over his new love mark. You stood up straight and turned to see the frizzy haired brunette tapping her pleather pumps at you… tacky, you thought.

“Can I help you with something?” She peeped. “Or is there another reason why you’re over here talking to my boyfriend?” Nancy’s angry eyes flicked between the two of you and her brow was furrowed. Your gaze had hardened and you couldn’t help but chuckle; she looked like a toddler and an old woman at the same time. Steve’s cheeks remained a rosy pink. He had found whatever was on the floor oddly interesting. You took a step towards the girl.

“Nothing at all, darling. Just thought I would say hello to an old friend and grab him a drink.” You breezed past her, knocking her lightly on the shoulder.

“See you around, Harrington.” You sang behind you. You couldn’t see her anymore, but you assumed that if looks could kill, you would be on the floor. You strutted back to Chrissy and Heather and slumped back to your stool. You exchanged mischievous glances with the girls, and then turned proudly to Eddie, who was flashing you a disappointed look. A victory for you, a loss for Nancy Wheeler - or at least you hoped.

Steve continued to stare at the ground while Nancy eyed him suspiciously.

“What the hell did she want, Steve?” she pried. Steve huffed before looking up at her. Her eyes didn’t glimmer at him like yours did.

“She just came over to say hi…. I hadn’t seen her since Senior year.”

“Did you even talk to her senior year? You know the reputation she has…I don’t like her, and I don’t like her talking to you, Steve,” within the past year, he had thought of Nancy more like his mother than his girlfriend. He had been growing more and more confused lately. The love seemed to be lacking and he had caught himself wondering what his life would be like if he left it all behind, left her behind and started over. You made the idea of abandonment way more appealing. He felt himself growing unreasonably angry with the blue eyed girl sitting across the bar from her. He needed to defend you. You were the only thing on his mind.

“Who the hell cares, Nancy? What do you think that she was going to do? Fucking make out with me in front of everyone? She asked how we were doing. She asked about you and me. Chill out and have fun or let’s just get out of here.” He scowled. Nancy was taken aback and slid a chilled PBR across the table to Steve with a scoff. She drank her vodka cran in silence. Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to your figure laughing and smiling with your friends. He wanted to laugh with you. He downed his drink, took Nancy's hand silently and pulled her towards the door. She had a permanent frown on her face as Steve pushed her through the door. Before his body disappeared from the door, he took one more glimpse at you. Your eyes locked one last time and you sent him a wave as he disappeared into the Hawkins night. If he couldn’t have you, he’d fuck Nancy until he forgot about you.

It was 3 am and your body literally couldn’t peel itself off of the plastic bar stool. Chrissy and Heather had gone home with Jason and Andy - your appetite spoiled when you watched the only person you wanted to be with leave the bar without you. You heard the stomps of old reeboks and the jingle of keys come up behind you. The lights had suddenly gone out.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get you home okay?” Eddie pulled you off the stool and wrapped your arm around his shoulder.

“Can you stay over, Teddie?”

“Not this time, honey. You need sleep and you need water. You aren’t thinking straight.”

You pouted quietly, but you decided to finally take no for an answer. The thought of sinking into your bed and hoping - praying - that Steve would call you.

Steve had pulled Nancy into his bedroom of his parents’ empty house. He feverishly pulled at Nancy’s belt as she fumbled with the zipper at the side of her dress. Steve’s mouth didn’t leave her skin, and his eyes remained shut, save to navigate himself around his house. A flurry of clothes, soft sighs and sweaty skin. Steve had only had two drinks, but he felt drunk thinking of your encounter at the bar. He pressed his eyes closed as he mouthed at Nancy’s chest, wishing it was yours. He slid down her torso pondering what sounds you would make if he was kissing towards your sweet center. He pulled Nancy’s panties to the side and swiped his tongue along her heat, thinking about how delicious you would taste. He then flipped Nancy over on all fours and slid into her with a grunt. He couldn’t stand to look at her, wishing her body was yours, wishing her sounds were yours, wanting to hold you in his arms after. Steve finished quickly, his perversions towards you spurring him on.

The couple collapsed into Steve’s king bed. Nancy traced small circles on his chest while they caught their breath. Steve felt satiated, his hunger for you ebbed, for now.

“Steve! What’s on your arm?” Nancy yelped. Steve’s heart dropped into his chest. He frantically turned himself away from his girlfriend. Nancy’s small hands grabbed Steve’s shoulder to turn him back to her. Her nails drug down to the tattoo you had given her boyfriend and her face began to heat up.

“What the fuck is this, Steve?”

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betterfettered · 2 years ago

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Hello friends! I'm lowkey on hiatus because it's been a very rough few months, but I thought I'd pop in and say hi 🥺 Pls keep me in both ur horny and nonhorny thoughts LOLOL

Your yandere does not appreciate being rejected by you.

(AFAB!reader x mean AMAB!yandere)(noncon)(violence against reader)(verbal abuse, degradation)(fatphobic degradation)(painful sex)(loss of virginity)(angery man)(choking)(gaslighting)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(be careful with this one friends)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content; rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

It was not like you weren’t enjoying kissing Satan.

In fact, you were overjoyed. This was a long time coming, you felt. Since the moment the both of you had begun working for extra credit as RAD library, your breath caught in your chest at the sight of him and your stomach twisted up not unpleasantly when he looked at you, even more so when he spoke to you. He had never seemed impressed with you – most of your comments seemed to either confuse him, irritate him, or elicit no reaction at all – so it was shocking that, when you told him you’d stay a little late in the intern lounge and finish up preparing books for the hold shelf, he said he’d stay behind with you to help; that when the last book was bound, he came close until you were sandwiched between him and a shelf, all of a sudden your round face cradled between elegant hands and lips on yours surprising you so much that you felt like your scalp was electrified, a not so small bundle of lust unfurling in the pit of your stomach.

No, you were enjoying it a lot. Still, a wave of anxiety threatened to overwhelm you because you didn’t know what he wanted next. His tongue was starting to feel its way around the inside of your mouth, and one of his hands trailed ghosting fingertips down your neck past your collarbone and onto your breast, settling there with a firm grope. You didn’t even know what you wanted right now, much less how you should respond. He exhaled in pleasure, bathing the bottom of your face in warmth, and you pulled away, smiling shyly and taking his arm by the wrist to move it away from you.

“…I really like you and I’m, so so happy you kissed me,” you said eventually, your eyes pinned on his bow tie. “But, I don’t…I don’t think I’m ready for this yet.”

He studied your face silently.

You took a step aside, wriggling out from between him and the wall.

“Are you busy tomorrow? Maybe we can – ”

Had you been watching his face instead of his neckline, you would have noticed the flashbang of rage overcome his expression; you would have tried to run upon seeing the earnest vulnerability withering in his eyes. Instead, you were completely shocked when your head was jerked to the side by the hair. You focused on trying to maintain your footing until the impact of your desk hitting the back of your thighs made you cry out. The sound was choked out by Satan snatching your throat in his now clawed hand and making your vision fill with stars by slamming your head down on the desk.

“H-how…” he started, shaking you until you looked at him. “How can you summon the nerve to say 'no' to me?”

You were so stunned that you didn’t know what to say or do, and he resolved that by backhanding you so forcefully that you had to gasp to breathe, that you immediately started sobbing from the sudden pain and shielded your face with both hands, one over the other. He grabbed the intersecting cross of your wrists and shoved it above your head.

“Answer me when I’m speaking to you, you fucking pig,” he spat, grabbing you by the jaw and forcing your face upwards so you could look into his absolutely frigid glare, which seemed to tear all of the sensation from your body. “You think that you're not repulsive because Asmodeus sees you as a warm enough set of holes to use when he’s bored?”

“He doesn’t,” you blubbered, shaking your head. “I never – ”

“Save me the excuses,” he said, claws pressing deeper into your neck until you could feel tiny trills of wetness starting to leak out from beneath them. He withdrew the hand on your throat so that he could busy it with shredding your clothes from your body instead. “You are completely worthless. Y-you should be fucking grateful,” he sputtered. “You should be fucking grateful I could stand to look at you for long enough to try and entertain my baser desires.”

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, because you didn’t know what else to say.

His hands left your body, and you curled up and away from him. You hadn’t noticed that he’d been standing between your bare thighs until you felt your ankles touching him on either sides when you tried to press your legs together. Had you been crying any harder you might not have heard him removing his own uniform, but there was no way of ignoring the way his fingers shoved themselves between your thighs to run back and forth over your now bare pussy, the way he moved that hand upwards to try and pry your legs apart.

“If you are disobedient again you will wish that I did not leave you alive to tell of the consequences,” Satan snarled, rattling his belt at you. “Open your legs.”

For a moment, you lied there and sobbed, starting to hyperventilate because it felt as though your body was completely out of your control, like you couldn’t obey despite how badly you wanted to.

He helped you out, eventually, shoving your thighs open; there wasn’t a second between you feeling his dripping cock trace down over your clit and his forcing himself into you as hard as possible. For a moment, he paused, his cheeks reddening and glare evaporating as the heat of your pussy burned him all up inside, made his legs feel weak. He paused a moment, holding back a moan, and pitched forward over you, grinding his hips into you with no regard for how it made you gasp in pain and weep.

“You know, when someone like Asmo fucks you,” he breathed, shuffling the hair behind your head aside so he could loop his belt around your neck. “They close their eyes and turn their head away to try and forget that they’re inside of a fat fucking eyesore like you.”

Distantly, you wondered if he would be kinder to you if he knew that Asmo had never even touched you beyond a hug. You felt the belt being pulled through its buckle until it pressed into your throat on each side, yanking you towards him like you were a dog on a leash. His hips snapped against yours again, and this time he was not able to conceal his whine, pausing another moment before returning his eyes to yours. He wanted to summon more anger, to make you pay for making him so pathetic and teasing him all this time with those skirts he could see your ass beneath if you leaned over enough and for shattering his heart such that he felt fear and fury looking at you instead of the usual comfort and warmth.

“Look at me,” he growled, tightening the belt until he could see the panic in your eyes, until you grabbed his forearm pleadingly instead of trying to cover your tits from his greedy eyes, nails digging into skin to brace yourself against the way that every part of you jiggled with that embarrassing slapping noise when he slammed his hips into yours.

“You’re hurting me,” you eventually whispered, your hands lowering to your vulva as though you could keep him out of you, even though the way you cried made it clear you had surrendered long ago. “It hurts so bad.”

He glanced down, seeing how your blood and the fluids that had mercifully lubricated you had mixed pink. The sight made him toss his head back and laugh, a gleeful smile taking over his expression so much that his eyes shut.

“I guess Asmo only fucked your face, then?”

You shook your head but, if anything, it just made him rougher with you; one of his hands caught your cheek as though to cradle it, but he was so close to cumming that he couldn’t maintain his composure or strength. Strained moans burst from his mouth, falling over each other as he finished inside of you, pressing your head into the table and tugging the belt outwards and away from his body until he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck.

“Cry all you want,” he said, letting go of his belt to stroke your hair. “It won’t change that no one will ever want you now but me.”

#betty fetty #obey me satan #obey me #omswd smut #yandere satan #yandere #tw noncon #tw non con #yandere x reader #yandere smut #satan x reader #cw noncon #tw: noncon #obey me smut

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aeternallis · 1 year ago

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The Role of Regret and Guilt in DFF

Breaking my hiatus temporarily to word vomit about DFF!

I think one of the most interesting thesis Dr. Sammon brings up with the story of DFF is navigating the utter complexities of what it means to harbor regret and guilt, as well as the moral dilemma of moving on that usually comes with trying to overcome such thorny emotions.

We see this explicitly w/ both Phee and New/Tan in this episode.

With Phee, this premise is somewhat on the nose. When Non initially tries to contact him after their falling out, he blocks Non’s number and resolves to forget him. Even speaking with his father on what he should do doesn’t break that resolve, and it really isn’t until Phee watches the news of Non’s disappearance that he realizes his mistake in letting his emotions get the better of him. This is all the more painful, considering Phee had known that Non was keeping his troubles from him, and at the very least, had deserved a chance to explain himself.

For New, it’s a bit more complicated. From what we see of New and Non’s relationship as brothers, they’re somewhat emotionally distant from one another, as a result of New often ignoring Non.

Non even points this out to New, as we see in the line he states below:

New doesn’t deny it, hence his promise of bringing back souvenirs for Non the next time he visits. He makes the resolve to be a better brother to Non, yet by the time he’s more than ready to make this happen, his brother has disappeared.

For Phee and New, it’s the regret of what they hadn’t given to Non when they had the chance that eats away at them, in the same way Por, Tee, etc. harbor the guilt of their actions towards Non during the The Hidden Character movie arc and making his life a living hell.

By the time any one of them even thinks of the very concept of making amends to Non (and this comes to them individually at various times, as we see), our boy has long disappeared and with it, any proper chance of resolving the regret and guilt they all hold within themselves.

The way I see it, the figure of the masked killer—whether we the audience ever find out who the killer is or not—at this point, I don’t really think it matters in the long run (although it doesn’t change the fact that I’m hella curious as hell as to who it is, if indeed there is an actually killer lurking around). Only that the masked killer symbolizes not only Non’s justifiable rage, but also the regrets and the guilt of all those who’d ever harmed him.

DFF is a revenge story, yes. But this story also begs a few questions: what exactly does revenge accomplish? Would killing the rest of that horrendous friend group bring back New and Non's parents, as well as the deaths that have already occurred (and what’s yet to come)?

Would it take back all the pain and suffering Non has experienced? Would New’s revenge change the fact that at the time Non needed him to be the best brother he could be to Non, he wasn’t?

Revenge can bring about an emotional catharsis like no other, but more often than not, revenge just brings with it even more regret, guilt, and pain.

#dead friend forever #dff #dff the series #meta #dff spoilers

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violetmuses · 5 months ago

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Don’t Go Screamin’ - R. Reigns (Part 5) 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns (ft. Damian Priest)

Love Interest: Female Reader

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“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for tuning in. Welcome to another episode of Monday Night Raw!” Commentators opened this television broadcast.

Thousands cheered over and over again, waiting to see events of the upcoming spectacle.

As vibrant spotlights darkened throughout one large-scale arena, billowing mist scaled the entrance ramp this evening.

Soon enough, haunted voices sang in unison and introduced vengeful music.

“No! Trouble has now arrived. Members of The Judgment Day are here.” Professional announcers trained eye contact forward.

“There is an announcement.” Outright soldier Rhea Ripley stepped with her microphone as brightness pulled up every single corner.

“Here we go.” Commentary awaited possible news from The Eradicator.

“We…” Just as Ripley started, lights dropped once more and cheering wailed louder, then pulling confusion by galaxies this time around.

“My goodness! What in the world is going on now?" Commentators didn't know what to believe.

Raging alarms blared just to wake up this crowd and thoughts moved attention back to the known entrance. Fans would nearly scream again.

All the while, one knowing grin curved Ripley's painted lips.

When you finally turned that corner, the audience erupted beyond ovation.

“What a bombshell tonight! For the first time since losing her crown at Wrestlemania, Smackdown's former Women's Champion has risen from the ashes and joined Raw. It's time to cross paths with members of Judgment Day!” Professionals expressed happiness right behind this table.

“Phoenix!” Chanting welcomed this new arrangement when fans offered this unexpected nickname for your presence. You offered this genuine smile and nearly broke character while hugging Rhea.

“Judgement Day has now become ten times stronger! We’ll return to the program after these messages.” Announcements lined up the commercial break.

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“Ready for the Tag Team match?” Rhea questioned you during this new segment located backstage.

“Of course.” You nodded, outright prepared to battle Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriquez this evening.

“Excuse me.” One calming voice turned your attention once member Damian Priest entered this space.

“What’s going on? We have to fight soon.” Rhea stood.

“I know, but Phoenix and I should really talk for a second.” Damian would offer your new nickname.

“All right.” Rhea traded one final glance and moved elsewhere for your private moment with Damian, quietly looking out for you no matter what.

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“Do you feel better?” Damian offered kindness as his smooth voice calmed down your nerves upon this new chapter.

“Much better.” You answered. The long hiatus from wrestling revealed clarity that no one else could understand, not even internet trolls. “Thank you for helping.”

“You’re welcome.” Damian quickly stopped talking.

“What?” Almost laughing, you noticed one “special” glint that reached his perfect eyes as Priest sat on the couch.

“Nothing.” His New York accent teased for a moment.

“Don’t start.” Smirking near Damian this time around, you definitely caught on. “Rhea and I have work to do.”

“So do I.” Priest chuckled right back.

“Priest? Let me go.” You warned again, jokingly rolling your eyes before the Tag Team match would kick off tonight.

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“And now: the following contest is a Women’s Division Tag Team Match!” Announcements started your first duel taking place on “Raw.” “Representing Judgement Day is Rhea Ripley and Phoenix!”

Joining Rhea as expected, comradery heightened as you watched Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriquez lurked this space.

“Let’s go.” You winked towards Ripley. Sooner than later, the famous bell rang out three times, sending your motion right back into place.

All or nothing! Your thoughts began to raged from within and you couldn’t disappoint anyone else.

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Liv charged quite the fight as you each traded chaos back and forth, but Rhea kept waiting to switch moments now.

“Phoenix has some trouble tonight because Liv Morgan just rolled up to cover!” Commentator explained your next issue.

“Get out. You can do it!” Rhea almost panicked. Liv had just covered your body during one pin and you struggled.

“1-2..Phoenix kicked out, ladies and gentlemen!” Announcers welcomed your second chance here. “The former Women’s Champion of Smackdown might gain energy back.”

Just before tagging Rhea for this match, you leveled footing once more, but quickly grounded yourself and sprinted right away, wrapping both legs around Morgan to land the Hurricanrana!

“Wow! Phoenix turned an old surprise and handed Ripley some time with the fray.” Thousands roared while commentators brightened several thoughts.

“Go!” You encouraged Ripley from the sides of this match. “Get Raquel and it’s over. We’re close.”

“One last scuffle kicked off between Ripley and Rodriquez tonight.” Announcers kept playing out this night. “Which Tag Team will stand victorious?”

“Let’s go, bitch! C’mon.” As your excitement fueled Rhea’s chaos, production limits would never stand chances against your trash talk.

“Rhea Ripley lands an amazing Riptide and has just scrambled for the cover!” Announcers pulled the big finale as you shouted for your partner. “1-2-3..there it is, everyone. Phoenix and The Eradicator just won their very first Tag Team Match for The Judgement Day!”

Dashing back into the ring, you almost jumped on camera before hugging Rhea and nearly sobbed in her arms, grateful for this moment.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” Ripley’s Australian base promised the world once subtitles picked back up here. “You’ll always have us.”

“Thank you.” You nodded, almost rocking the hug back and forth on camera when other members of the Judgement Day arrived to celebrate.

“Don’t cry.” No matter what, Priest still calmed down your own tears as this brief smile reached his lips.

Despite this well-deserved celebration, one calling term shook up the entire broadcast out of nowhere.

“USO!” Lights flickered through all directions as everyone turned their heads and cheering could’ve shattered the world.

Your “brothers” Jimmy and Jey Uso rolled out, capturing excitement from the audience until hype faded away.

“Look. Everybody already knows who Judgement Day is, but I got one question: what's up, Sis?” Facing your path, Jimmy took the microphone first, but Jey locked eye contact once silence reached his own voice.

“Woo!” Fans would start cheering out loud once more as you stood near Rhea and Damian tonight.

Despite holding that microphone after winning this big-time match, you looked on and waited first.

“Haven’t seen you in a while. Couldn’t return to Smackdown, either?” Serious for once, Jimmy pulled strings, but you never flinched.

“Draft moved out of my control.” You defend yourself without expressing anger because there’s no other choice.

“Pulled this new family, brought some new drip, and found another theme song.” Jimmy went on about you and snapped his fingers. “Damn! You dropped The Bloodline just like that.”

“I never dropped y’all.” Emotions pulled your voice.

“No phone calls, not text messages, no FaceTime. Nothing. Just crickets.” Jimmy counted your silence once more.

“Everyone knows why.” Your steps moved toward Jimmy and Rhea almost turned as well, but, Damian looped his arm around your shoulder.

“Hold on. What’s that, Damian? She’s my sister.” Jimmy almost scrunched up his face when noticing your body language with Damian Priest. Even Jey didn’t know what to think.

“This can’t be happening!” While commentators gasped from this announcement table, bouts of realization washed over fans.

“Aw, hell no! You hooked up with my sister?!” Thinking of you as he faced Damian, Jimmy couldn’t hold back one glaring question anymore. Shock reached thousands all over again.

“Listen, man. We’re close, Jimmy.” Damian finally spoke this time around when you passed the microphone.

“No! Listen to me. Jimmy kept going, frustrated beyond words. “You should be glad that Roman ain’t here right now. He’d swerve this ring! Tell the truth before I knock your ass out!”

“Tensions pulled higher, ladies and gentlemen.” Even commentators worried as Jimmy and Priest sized each other up.

“I love her.” Damian dropped his microphone in this ring and walked off about you, leaving the segment altogether.

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#roman reigns #black!reader #wrestler!reader #fanfiction #au fanfiction #part 5 #sequel #slight angst #damian priest #the judgement day #the bloodline #the og bloodline #wwe #strong language #violetmuses #my writing

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808airsoftbros · 2 years ago

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Painful Ressurection (Lusi Zhao)

Author: Another AI written story that I made when I was playing around with during my hiatus. Hope you enjoy and do check out my Masterlist

Author's POV

Lusi stood by the alleyway, her gaze fixed on the young boy, Y/N Todd, as he frantically tried to remove the tires from her car. A mix of anger and curiosity stirred within her. "Hey, kid!" She called out, her voice cold and commanding. "What do you think you're doing?"

Startled, Y/N froze and slowly turned to face Lana, his big, innocent eyes filled with fear. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I was just hungry," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

Lusi's stern expression softened as she noticed the hunger etched into the boy's face. She sighed, realizing the struggles he must have faced as an orphan. "Hungry, huh? Come with me," she said, extending her hand. "I don't tolerate thieves, but I'm not heartless either."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before reaching out and clasping Lasi's outstretched hand. He felt a strange mixture of apprehension and gratitude as he followed her.

Weeks turned into months, and Y/N was settled into his new life with Lusi and her vampire clan. But instead of clapping erasers and solving quadratic equations, Y/N was learning to fight.

"You need to be able to protect yourself, Y/N," Lusi insisted, her voice firm as she trained him in the art of combat. "The world out there is dangerous, and you need to be ready."

Y/N sparred with Lusi tirelessly, his determination fueled by his desire to prove himself. Slowly, he began to develop an uncanny skill for fighting.

One fateful night, Y/N grew tired of the crime plaguing the city. His blood boiled with righteous fury, and he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"Lusi, I have to do this," Y/N pleaded, his jaw set with determination. "I want to take down the mafia clan that killed my parents."

Lusi's eyes filled with worry as she observed her young protege. She understood his thirst for vengeance but feared the consequences. "Please, Y/N, let us help you. You're not ready to take on the entire mafia alone."

Y/N's eyes hardened, and he shook his head. "I have to do this on my own. Don't worry. I'll be back."

As Y/N ventured into the den of the mafia clan, Lusi fought off a horde of goons who attempted to prevent her from following him. A fierce battle raged, but she knew time was running out.

Inside the warehouse, Y/N found himself outnumbered and overwhelmed. He fought valiantly, but the boss of the mafia clan proved to be his match.

The boss smirked, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. "You think you can take me down, kid? You're nothing but a rat caught in a trap.

Though battered and bruised, Y/N refused to succumb to fear. He locked eyes with the boss, a defiant fire burning within him. "I may be a rat, but even rats bite back."

Just as Y/N was about to deliver a final blow to the mafia boss, an explosion ripped through the warehouse. Chaos ensued, engulfing Y/N in a sea of flames.

Lusi fought her way toward the warehouse, her heart pounding in her chest. But as she finally reached the entrance, the sight before her shattered her soul.

Flames danced in her tear-filled eyes as she saw the lifeless body of Y/N amid the wreckage. Grief washed over her, consuming her entirely.

As the years passed, Lusi mourned for the loss of Y/N, berating herself for not being able to save him. The world grew darker, and crime seized the city tighter in its clutches.

Until one day, news reached Lusi's ears of an enigmatic anti-hero known as the Red Hood, who had miraculously taken control of the city's crime syndicates

Intrigued and suspicious, Lusi set out to uncover the truth behind the Red Hood's sudden rise to power. Her instincts told her there was more to this vigilante than met the eye.

The streets of Beijing were shrouded in darkness as the Red Hood emerged from the shadows. Lusi observed him from a distance, her senses heightened, ready to strike. The Red Hood turned, his piercing gaze meeting Lusi's eyes. A smirk played on his lips as he twirled a silver dagger in his hand. "You still haven't lost your touch, Lusi," he taunted.

The sound of her real name falling from the Red Hood's lips sent a chill down Lusi's spine. How did he know? Who was this mysterious figure, taunting her with familiarity?

Determined to uncover the truth, Lusi set about examining surveillance footage, hoping to catch any glimpse of the Red Hood's true identity.

Days melded into nights, as Lusi meticulously studied every frame, every movement, determined to find the key that unlocked the identity of the Red Hood.

A sudden gasp escaped Lusi's lips as she stumbled upon a significant revelation. The Red Hood's blood stained her sword during their last encounter - a source of DNA to be tested. Shen Xiaoting, the clan's expert in all things scientific, took charge of the DNA testing.

Excitement and apprehension mingled within the group as they awaited the results.

Time seemed to stretch into eternity as the DNA results finally arrived. The clan gathered, their eyes fixated on the paper in Shen Xiaoting's trembling hands.

Shen Xiaoting's voice trembled as she spoke. "The DNA results... they match. The Red Hood is Y/N. He's still alive."

Shock rippled through the clan, their emotions a chaotic whirlwind of joy, confusion, and apprehension. Their lost brother, their fallen comrade, had returned to them, but in what state?

Determined to find answers, Lusi sought out the person she believed held the key to this cruel twist of fate - Ra's al Ghul, the mastermind behind the Lazarus Pit.

Ra's al Ghul, cloaked in shadows, offered a melancholic smile as he revealed the truth. "I stole Y/N's body, dipped it in the Lazarus Pit, but I did not foresee the monstrous result."

The weight of Ra's al Ghul's revelation pressed heavy upon Lucy's shoulders. Thoughts of vengeance and redemption warred within her mind.

Against her sister's cautionary advice, Lusi made the difficult decision to confront Y/N, to face the monster he had become and bring him back into the light.

The alleyway was filled with an eerie silence as Lusi ventured into the night, her heart pounding with equal parts fear and hope. She called out Y/N's name, her voice laced with desperation.

The Red Hood emerged from the darkness, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth Lucy once knew. "So, you came to face the monster I've become, Lusi?" he sneered.

Determined to reach the remnants of the Y/N she once knew, Lusi stood her ground. "You are not a monster, Y/N. I won't let you believe that lie. You're still my family."

The air crackled with tension as the two clashed, their skills matched with an eerie synchronicity. Each strike and parry echoed the bond that once bound them together.

Sweat drenched Lusi's brow as she fought against the Red Hood's relentless assault. Her heart ached with each blow, longing for the gentle soul she had lost.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Y/N's expression faltered. The light of recognition flickered within his eyes as Lucy managed to cut his arm, their blood mingling on her sword.

The pain of the wound seemed to jolt Y/N's consciousness back, if only for a fleeting moment. He faltered and stared at Lusi, his voice laced with confusion. "Lusi...?"

Tears welled in Lusi's eyes as she whispered, her words a bittersweet plea. "Come back to me, Y/N. Fight against the darkness that consumes you. Remember who you once were."

The weight of his sister's words bore down upon Y/N's fragmented mind. Emotions long buried beneath the monster's façade began to resurface.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N woke up with a throbbing headache, his memories slowly returning. The atrocities he had committed haunted him, leaving him plagued by regret and guilt.

Surrounding him, the clan welcomed him back, overjoyed to have him once again, even if the price paid was steep. Yet, their smiles held a tinge of sadness, for they knew he would never be the same.

Lusi embraced Y/N with open arms, her tears mingling with his own. Grief and relief intertwined, creating a bittersweet symphony within their hearts.

he city began to heal, but the scars from Y/N's reign as the Red Hood remained, a reminder of the darkness he had once become.

Over time, Y/N focused on redemption, using his newfound skills to protect and serve, to ensure others didn't succumb to the same path he had walked.

As the years rolled by, Y/N's journey became a legend whispered among the citizens of Beijing. The Red Hood's name synonymous with redemption and hope.

Lusi watched from afar, her heart filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow. She had succeeded in bringing Y/N back, but a part of her mourned the loss of the innocent boy he once was.

Lana stood beside Lusi, her gaze fixed on Y/N as he fought off the criminals that plagued their city. She nudged her sister playfully. "Well, I must say, sis, we did a pretty good job raising a monster."

Lusi smirked, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, Lana, they say the best monsters are the ones you create yourself."

Shen Xiaoting joined in with a chuckle. "Indeed, and I suppose we can claim the title of 'Monster Creators Extraordinaire.'"

The lighthearted banter brought a much-needed respite from the weight of their shared past. The world had turned dark, but the bond between the Zhao siblings remained a beacon of light.

Surrounded by her clan, Lucy found solace in their unwavering support. Together, they stood tall, guardians of the city, forever united in their eternal dance of shadows and redemption.

And so, the story of Y/N Todd, the boy caught stealing tires, the monster that emerged from the Lazarus Pit, and the hero reborn as the Red Hood, came to a bittersweet close. The echoes of his legacy whispered through the city's streets, reminding all who heard of the power of redemption and the strength that lies within the bonds of family.

#cdrama #zhao lusi #x male reader #bxg #xiaoting #shen xiaoting #red hood #vampire au #vampire #dc comics

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likeadevils · 2 years ago

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and what's your analysis on the speak now oceanic leg arm lyrics??

I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!! so, for context, this comes almost exactly a year after taylor wrote all too well and better man. it’s a month after she writes holy ground, the month she writes nothing new and the lucky one, and the month before she moves to LA full time and starts working with new producers for the first time since her debut album.

“I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, traveling, traveling.” on one hand, i think this is a tongue n cheek nod to the fact that this is her first show back on tour after a three month hiatus. but i think it also captures this push and pull between independence and loneliness perfectly

“We sleep underneath the same big sky at night, and dream the same dream we can fly.” she’s on a different continent from the person she is still learning not to love and the person she used to be. but it’s still the same sky, and still the same dreams

“She said watch your back, I’m nobody’s girlfriend.” another tongue in cheek nod to her growing reputation of dating anyone she stood next to— during this time she is rumored to be dating both zac efron and eddie redmayne. but also. independence and loneliness.

“The war outside your door keeps raging on.” i excluded the STOP KONY 2012 from the quote for poetic affect but this was part of an internet scam, unfortunately. still poetic though

“Go cut through the noise so you can know what love sounds like.” this is taylor’s first real “get out your map, pick somewhere and just run, burn all the files, desert all your past lives” moment. she was breaking free of her old constraints and building herself a new life, in a new city, with a new soundtrack, and she was learning to believe in love again.

“If things go right we can frame it and put you on a wall.” she’s learning to chose hope again, and she’s learning to claim her fame and ambitions and achievements

“We love our lovin’ but not like we love our freedom” once again, she’s learning to build a life on her own terms— she hasn’t dated anyone in a year, and this is the longest she has ever been single, and even though shes not heartbroken in a way that demands that, she’s learning she still likes it.

“Last time I talked to you, you were lonely and out of place.” DRAG HIM. DRAG HIIIIIIMMMMM.

“All romantics meet the same fate somehow.” is the fate being and heartbroken and picking themselves back up time and time again? or finding love, even if it is solely in yourself?

“Keep your feet ready, heart beat steady, keep your eyes open” eyes open was being released as a single, but also, stay vigilant, and stay open

“Every lesson forms a new scar” this is like, maybe the thesis statement of taylor’s entire discography. especially red

“You know wherever I am, I’ll come running to see you again” this is the last night of the speak now tour— it’s a message to the fans, that she loves us and she’ll be back. but also. is that not a perfect way to sum up this past year of her life, where she was often inches away from running back?

#asks*

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nazmulbd00m-blog · 6 months ago

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#IFTTT #Hollywood News - FNNEWZ

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codenamehazard · 1 year ago

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.:The Sisters Three:.

Chapter 33: The Sisters Three Hey guys, did you miss me? I deeply apologize for the long hiatus, my life had turned upside down for a spell and it had left me mentally and creatively drained. So I took the time to rest and now I think I'm back in the saddle and ready to get this show back on the road! And I have a very special treat in store for you guys. You all are familiar with @rogueshadeaux, the beautiful person who not only gave me the push to even start No Man's Land, but also helped me out so much and has been a huge support ever sense I rambled off the idea to her the first place, she's also the creative genius behind her own fanfiction, "InFAMOUS: Erosion"! If you haven't read it, go check it out. Well, she and I collaborated in making this chapter and what an absolute riot it was! I'm forever grateful for her patience and for wanting to do this collab. It was such a grand time and the shenanigans that went down while we worked together left me in stitches! So, big thank you and shout out to her for collabing! Hopefully now life has settled some so I can get back to telling Cole's tale in the Wildlands, but for now, I hope you enjoy this special chapter! Without delay, Let's jump in!

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“It’s about bloody time you showed up!”

I snap my head around, my eyes glowing crimson, to see where the voice came from. The sight I see is three thrones stacked like the points that are on top of this topsy-turvy nightmare house of a circus tent. In the seats were three women, one who I remember, the other two I’ve never seen. First is the giantess of a woman in the bear mask, then there was a… Plain jane looking chick who looks more like my auntie from Georgia than a proper road warrior wearing a sparrow mask and dead center is a woman wearing a crazy looking dress made out of what looks like raw leather with bright colors painted all over it and looking shredded to hell on the bottom, the shredded bits had spent bullet casings and beads that were as bright and wild as the colors on the dress, on her face was a deer mask.

“Where the fuck am I now?! The council of woodland creatures, what is this shit?!?” I growl out as I pick myself up and dust off the dirt. The woman in the bear mask chuckles hardily at me as I glare at the three of them.

“Pangolin wasn’t kidding about that temper of yours! Like a wildfire out of control.” The bear-masked lady bantered with the other two before looking at me. “Took you long enough to come out considering all that fire you’re spitting!” I roll my eyes and growl.

“Cut the shit!” I snap, electricity popping off of my arms as a warning to these three that I am in no mood for games. “I want answers and I’m going to get them even if I have to fry some skulls! Now, tell me what the nine circles of Hell was that mirror maze horror show?!”

“Cole James MacGrath.” A calm and steady voice butts in, I slowly turn my head to face the one who addressed me, the Mad-Maxed Wonderland denizen. “Son of Shannon and Robert. Demon of Empire City, Beast of New Marais.” If my eyes weren’t bugging out before, they were now as she cocks her head to the side. “Or have you grown attached to ‘Kessler’ yet?”

She DID NOT just fucking call me that.

“..... How. The fuck. Do you know all that?” I hiss out as I step forward towards the deer-masked woman, my blood boiling in my veins and my teeth bared. “ANSWER ME!!”

“We’re the Sisters Three,” The deer states, cool as a cucumber and not even acting like they’re talking to The Beast. Not taking seriously the threat I am and the damage I can do, I tighten my fists in rage as she continues to talk. “We make it our job to know who steps foot within our conclave.”

“I don’t give a shit who you all are or what you all do in this goddamn circus, you’re not answering me!” Fury drips from my words as I growl. What is with these bitches, especially antler-chick? “I asked how you know all this shit? My full name, my parents’ name and that damned name?!” The last part I practically spit out with all the venom I can muster. “The only people who knew that outside of me are dead.”

“Is that temper of yours burning too bright, boy?” The bear-masked woman chides like she’s talking to a child, causing my teeth to grit against each-other. “Are you so blind as to think you were the only one that could see?” “Call me ‘boy’ one more time.” I warn with a snarl. “I fucking dare you.”

“Don’t like being treated like a child?” Bear jests. “Then stop acting like one, boy.”

That's it.

My skin pales and the black veins creep across my skin as I charge up a Hellfire Rocket with a nice dose of Beast energy before firing it off, only for it to literally blow up in my face, sending me flying backwards and slamming into a wall that wasn’t there before. “What the hell…?” I groan out as I get up and see- Oh what the fuck is this?! I’m surrounded by a bubble of yellow-green energy that tingles my nerves and makes my head hurt. The hell is this?? I look up to see Plain-Jane Sparrow holding her hand out, the same bubbling glow coming from her hand…. Fuck… A Radiation Conduit.

“We will be having none of that now.” The bird-faced woman drawled. “This little tantrum of yours is not only ill-fitting of someone your age, but also will attract the Warped and that simply isn’t going to do.”

I run up to the barrier and put my hands on it before beating on it with an electrified fist. Nothing! A feeling of dread starts creeping up my back as I realize that I’m well and truly stuck, I can’t do anything so long as I’m in this bubble, I’m at their mercy. “What kind of game are you fuckers trying to play, huh?!?” I roar out, my eyes glowing bright as I try to drown the fear with rage. “You already locked me into that mirror nightmare and put me through psychological hell, now you lock me in here?!” I bang my fists against the barrier as I try to resist the feeling of hot tears pricking my eyes. “Cole, Cole, Cole…” The Bear-bitch chides. “You’re acting like you were forced at gun-point to go into the maze. You had full autonomy to walk away up to the point you stepped past the threshold. You made the choice to walk into the maze, knowing the risks.” I growl loudly at that. She is right, I did make that choice even though I had doubts… Still don’t excuse the mental hell they put me through.

“Then explain that hellscape! You got me with walking in, but that?!? That was pure and utter torture to such an extent I wouldn’t even wish it upon my worst enemies!!” I balk, still beating on the radiation bubble.

“And yet you inflicted it upon yourself.” The sparrow points out with a raised eyebrow, only serving to infuriate me more. “What are you getting at, woman?” I snarl, electricity all but pouring off of my arms and back.

“Mirrors can only show what you present them, young man.” She tuts.

“Enough with the riddles!” I roar out as I beat both of my hands against the barrier. “What is that supposed to mean?!”

“A mirror is nothing but a reflection.” The deer-woman interjects, still keeping that bullshit air of calm. What is she, some sort of mastermind or something, thinking she has me all figured out?! “Everything that you are, everything that you were. We needed to know the man we were meeting, and if I’m not mistaken—you needed to look that same man in the eye and confront him.”

I glare at her, growling and baring my teeth, but I can’t do anything and as much as I hate to admit it, I don’t have anything to say in retort.

The deer leans forward to look me dead in the eyes, but the sight I see shocks me. Behind that mask stares at me eyes that reflect mine, almost like a mirror. “Do you know who you are, Cole MacGrath?”

I rack my brain for something, anything, to retort back with. To tell her that I know damn well who I am, but as much as I search my mind, I come up empty handed. Empty handed with only a belly full of fire and frustration mounting, but I don’t say anything. I’ll die before saying anything, especially to someone like her.

“Aye Awee, he’s more bull-headed than a bison with an attitude problem.” I hear the Bear-masked woman jests as I turn my head, ready to snap at her.

“He’s disillusioned.” The Deer butts in before I could even say anything. “And, because of that, he is lost.” Lost?!?

“Indeed, like a ship without a sail or rudder; caught in the storm that is his heart.” I hear the Sparrow reply to the Deer. Great, now they’re talking about me as if I’m not even here!! Best I give them a reminder. “Y’all just gonna keep shitting on me or is there an actual point to this?” I snap while crossing my arms, glaring at the three woodland bitches.

“Well, at least you’re not one for beating around the bush.” The Bear chuckles as she smiles at me, I glare at her and growl.

“I’ve been fed enough bullshit to fill a manure pit, I’m sick and tired of the run-around.” I snap, black and red bolts popping off of my arms as my leg start to bounce. I can’t stand being trapped, can’t stand being still. I want this over and done with.

“You seek truth.” The Deer-woman states as she folds her hands over her lap. “A taste of freedom, a chance at it. You’ve been forced to bare burdens that were not your own, and you’ve grown tired of having the chance to choose ripped from you. Fought battles that weren't yours and lived a life of circumstance beyond your control. That anger, that grief…it's why you abandoned your old troop, is it not?”

“Were they even mine when I had no say…?” I muttered under my breath, answering the Deer-lady. After all, the Conduit Army wasn’t originally mine, it was John’s until he decided to shirk his responsibilities along with his power onto me. How can I abandon something that wasn’t mine to begin with?

Deer-lady nods her head, looking almost… Sympathetic? “You’ve never been allowed to make a life of your own. To follow a path that wasn’t manufactured before you.” Her calm voice takes a gentle tone to it that definitely speaks of understanding, I’m not quite sure what to make of this shift.

“Shackled before you even knew what choice was.” The Sparrow-lady pipes up as she looks over to me. “Bound to fates not your own before you even came into the world.” “Aye.” The Bear murmurs softly. “A life chosen for you is no life at all.”

I start to pace as they talk, eyebrows furrowing. They’re hitting the nail on the head with… Everything and their tone, they sound like they’re wanting to help me somehow, but with that mirror nonsense, I don’t know if I can trust them. I still don’t buy that they didn’t have any involvement with that bullshit, but seeing as I’m in an impenetrable bubble, I don’t have much room to protest… Not to mention that if they are wanting to help, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take them up on it. The question is what’s their angle? “You know all this fate talk is all fine and dandy, nice to know that people seem to get how many levels of fucked up my past is and all but…. Can you get to the point?” I huff out while still pacing. “Tired of being inside a cage and all.”

“Point we’re getting at is we’re thinking about giving you a place to stay around here ya bloody jackass.” Bear groans as she rolls her eyes before looking at me. “Can’t do any good deep thinkin’ when you’re constantly on the run.”

“A place where you can find the answers you’re looking for or, at minimum, peace while you dwell.” The Deer hums in that annoyingly calm tone.

“But do not think you will be living here without putting in any work.” The Sparrow bitch chides, of course there was some sort of catch to this “place to live” shtick. “Everyone in the conclave pulls their weight. Beast or not, you are not exempt. You will be expected to contribute to Tri-Point in some way… Especially considering the bedlam you caused earlier.” I groan at this and roll my eyes.

“If you two don’t take him as your charge, I’ll take him.” Bear chortles. Hold on! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! “I’ve raised two rowdy boys and taken on quite a few firebrands, I can handle him.” “Hold on lady!” I balk. “I’m a grown ass man! I don’t need a damn babysitter!”

“Your actions speak otherwise, MacGrath.” Sparrow points out while pointing at me with her non-glowing hand. “The amount of collateral damage you caused speaks volumes.” I grumble at this. Of course that’s biting me in the ass now.

“All residents have a Sister they answer to,” The Deer begins coolly, waving her hand towards her fellow woodland cohorts. “Someone who ensures your needs are met, and who you take any issues to. You will receive regular instruction from Bear as well as work detail—as I’m sure you can agree, no one in a single conclave should live there without putting a little work in. In return, we’ll provide you sanctuary.”

“Uh-huh, right.” I huff with an impatient tapping of the ball of my foot on the clay dirt. “And what the hell are you going to make a literal apocalypse on legs do, huh?”

The Deer lady cocks her head to the side, almost seeming… Curious about my retort. “You’re here in search of answers, right, Cole?”

“Yeah, been searching for them ever since my entire life was torn asunder, what’s it to you?” I interject with a grunt, crossing my arms and venting sparks off of my back.

She stands from her throne, making the beads and bullet casings jingle as she straightens her posture. “Because perhaps, with your help, we can find some answers of our own.”

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #Bear #Sparrow #Deer #The Sisters Three #You have no idea how long I've been wanting to write this #It's been through writer hell for both me and Rogue but now we've finally written in and you all will LOOK AT IT!! HAHAAHAHAHA #Seriously #I'm super excited to have this chapter up!#Have fuuuuuuun~!

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kikuowo · 3 years ago

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TRAINING WHEELS

PAIRING: ran haitani x fem!reader

SUMMARY: After a rival gang ambushes you and the haitani brothers, and you disobeying Ran's orders, an argument between the two of you arises.

WARNINGS: foul language…kiku can’t write one fic without cussing, my bad guys

A/N: yeah ik I said I was going on hiatus but here's some word vomit I came up with on a long car ride I had today. LMK how ya'll like it...love yaaa <3

This had to be the angriest you had ever seen him.

When you both arrived to his home, he angrily kicks the kickstand of the bike down and throws off his helmet onto the concrete. The plastic cracks upon impact making you wince knowing how much that had cost.

Although even in a rage of anger, he does not forget to help you off his bike. His grip on you is tight and he’s not making any eye contact. A sick nervous feeling sits in your throat, not prepared for the argument that is sure to come. You hear him stomping around and angrily muttering to himself.

“Y/n, inside. Now.” His harsh tone makes you avert your eyes to your feet as you walk through the door he holds open. The door slams shut and Ran is finally able to release all his anger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! The fuck do you think you were doing?!” He questions you, a sharp glare matches his harsh words directed at you. You can’t look at him, afraid to see anything but the soft look in his eyes he usually looks at you with. However, he wont stand for that and wants your full attention.

“Look at me when I talk to you” The authority in his voice has you shifting nervously before locking eyes with him.

“M’sorry Ran” You mumbled out, gaze averting his once more. He scoffs and crosses his arms.

“Sorry my ass, d’you know how fuckin’ stupid what you just did was? You could’ve been hurt if Rindou wasn’t there to save your ass,” Ran spits out.

You truly didn’t mean to make him angry, you honestly moved without thinking. You, Ran, and Rindou had been walking around Roppongi after going out for lunch when some low grade gang ambushed the Haitani’s. Ran had instructed you to go into the nearest store, somewhere in public where you could blend in with the crowd easily, but something was telling you to stay right where you were.

You shuffled to a corner, far enough away but close enough to step in if needed. Though, you should have more faith in your boys, seeing as in mere seconds they had already taken out more than half the rival gang. You had been about to follow Ran’s orders and walk away, until you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. A boy who had been previously beaten was back for revenge, a pipe in hand and ready to strike Ran as he kicked at a man on the ground.

You moved without thinking calling out Ran’s name as you pushed the attacker causing him to stumble, however he was quick to regain his footing and now making you his new target. He raised his arms to swing, but due to a swollen eye he missed Rindou coming in his blind spot and taking him down before he could lay any harm on you.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into their chest. You recognized Ran’s panting from behind you, he spins you around to face him. His eyes frantic and full of fear as he checks over your body for any injuries. Once he concludes your fine, the anger comes.

Once he assures the fight is over and Rindou is safe, He drags you to his bike, not even bidding his brother goodbye, practically threw the extra helmet at you and placed you atop his bike. After going way above the speed limit and totally ignoring road laws, you and Ran ended up in his kitchen.

“I know…but you were gonna get hurt. I didn’t mean to not listen to you” Your voice is soft and quiet, not wanting anger him more with an attitude.

“I would rather take a blow to the head than have even a scratch on you. You scared the shit out of me, I don’t want you to do anything like that again. Leave the fighting to me and Rindou” Ran’s glare softens as he seems to be calming down. He uncrosses his arms and makes his way over to you. You have half the mind to step back, but you know he would never hurt you.

His rough hands tilt your chin over and up to look at him. Ran is not one to apologize, stubborn and confident, he never sees how he is in the wrong. Although he is not sorry for the reason behind his anger and he thinks how he reacted to you disobeying him was pretty mellow to how he truly wanted to act, he does think that he could have handled his anger against you a little better. His lilac eyes swim with emotion; love, anger, sorrow.

“I can’t make any promises. I won’t just stand there and watch you get hurt Ran, not if I can stop it,” Your hand reaches out and grabs his, fingers entwining. His grip is tight on you as if he’s scared you might slip away.

He doesn’t reply to you. You know he isn’t happy with your words, but he can’t really be mad seeing as he feels the same towards you. Hell would freeze over before he lets anyone lay a finger on his girl.

He sighs before letting go of your face and leaning down to bump foreheads with you, then placing his head in the crook of your neck. His eyes are closed, you think he might be collecting his thoughts and calming himself down as he rests his body against yours. You lift the hand not in his to wrap around his neck and pull him closer, then slowly untwine your hand with Ran’s to wrap the other around him. His own arms are quick to tightly slither around your waist.

You know for the rest of the day, maybe even tomorrow, you’ll have to baby him to make up for the fear you caused him to feel. You’re sure your not forgiven yet, by either of the Haitani’s. You know as soon as Rindou arrives home you’ll get a grumbled lecture for your stupidness.

“Ran, do you want to lay down?” You whisper into his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He lifts his self from you, standing at his full height towering over you.

One hand of his slides up to cup your cheek and you nuzzle you face closer to his cold hand. A small smile graces his pretty face at your actions. He leans down once more, his lips hovering over yours. You feel his warm breath fan across your lips.

“Please don’t leave me, I can’t lose you. You worried me today,” He whispers against your lips, his eyes cloud over in doubt. Doubt of himself and if he was enough to protect you. He doesn’t know what he would do with himself if he let you get hurt, or worse.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Haitani” You breath out before finally pressing your lips against his. As if made for one another, your lips mold perfectly together.

Emotions not said aloud are made known through the kiss, feelings of love shared between the two of you, apologies of former behavior, and forgiveness. You pull away for a moment to catch your breath before diving right back in to pepper kisses all over Ran’s face. With each kiss you mumble out whispers of your love fore him, causing a love sick smile to stretch across his face. His eyes open slowly as he gazes at you with adoration in his eyes, his mood taking a full 180° from what it was earlier. You have that affect on him, calming even his greatest emotions with just your presence.

Without another word you were lifted up into his strong arms as he carries you into his room, “ I think you owe me for all the worrying you caused…and maybe a punishment later as well for disobeying me”.

You’re not sure what that punishment entails, but if it’s anything you’re thinking of, you’ll welcome it with open arms…or legs…

#ran haitani #haitani ran x reader #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #kiku writes 𓂃♡ ࣪₊#kikuowo

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eddies-hid3out · 2 years ago

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I've been obsessively listening to Snuff by Slipknot since I saw it at Download and it's birthed an Eddie brainworm I can't get rid of and will once again never be able to write as a full fic. So here's some crumbs under the cut in the hopes it'll stop plaguing me!! Apologies for any errors, I'm dumping this and running.

Wannabe rockstar Eddie who leaves you in Hawkins to chase his dream of making it big with Corroded Coffin. He never tells you but he intends to come back for you once he's made it but CC never quite get there and Eddie ends up lonely, angry and sad, and cuts contact with you because he's ashamed of leaving. But you are also in your own band and you are the one who ends up getting discovered. By the time Eddie pulls his head out of his ass and returns to Hawkins ready to beg forgiveness you're gone.

You don't see each other again for years. Eddie is too embarrassed to reach out and pretends he isn't around when you call to catch up with Wayne, or your friends. Eddie keeps up with your career. He has your albums, he stays up to watch interviews etc. He's so proud of you but occasionally gets worried because he also keeps up with the rumours that you're enjoying the party lifestyle a bit too much.

It all comes to a head when Eddie is dragged to your sold out show by mutual friends (probably the other members of CC) in Indianapolis about 8 years later (10 years since Eddie left). It's your bands final tour before you take a hiatus as most members have families they want to start focusing on. He's right at the very front barrier in a crowd of about 50 away from the main audience because of course you set Gareth up with VIP for as many tickets as needed. The show is amazing, you shine on the stage and Eddie will never get over finally seeing it all up close. He starts to get excited at the thought of properly seeing you again when the guys get to go backstage, starts practicing what he wants to say in his head so he can try and apologise at the very least. Towards the end of your show though the atmosphere changes on stage. Whereas before you've been running back and forth or interacting with your band mates during songs, now you're front and centre with an acoustic guitar. You thank the crowd for being there and announce you're going to be performing a song you've never released (it's Snuff). You wrote it a few years prior when you were in a pretty heavy place and have kept it under lock and key but you're finally ready and in a good enough place to put it into the world. No one knows what to expect but they absolutely aren't prepared for the emotional avalanche you send their way. It's haunting and clearly difficult for you to get through. Eddie watches in awe but the further into the song you get the more he realises it's about him. It's all your hurt. Years of heartbreak and rage kept bottled up all aimed at him in devastating lyrics. The whole crowd is silent when you finish, only when you say a tired thankyou into the mic that everyone loses their shit. Eddie though, he's left feeling hollow. All these years he's took some comfort in believing that despite some rumours you're living your best life but now he's stuck with the cold hard knowledge that not only did him leaving ruin his own life but it ruined you too. And now he has to face you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #the man is on edge when you sing “i still press your letters to my lips”#and is ready to sob when he hears you wail “and I won't listen to your shame you ran away you're all the same”

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hottpinkpenguin · 3 years ago

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Omggg I just saw your requests, is it still open?

If so, could I request an angsty one-shot with P (problematic love/pleading) with "there's no happy ending for us is it?" for Loki?

Anyways no pressure and have good day 😊☺

A/N: sorry for the long delay love, my account got hacked and I took a brief hiatus. Here it is!! Enjoy, and have some tissues ready

Loki X GN!Reader

Word Count: 1339 Warnings: **heartbreak ahead**

You pulled your jacket tightly across your shoulders, the chill of the open window that had been refreshing moments before now too causing goosepimples to prickle up your neck.

He watched you, his gaze pleading and broken. You couldn’t look at him. Your throat threatened to close in on itself, a painful lump forming in your chest as tears burned at the corners of your eyes.

“We knew this couldn’t last, Loki,” you managed to choke out.

It was true that the two of you had gone into this with your eyes wide open. Your triste had been ill-fated from the start, and it had only gotten more complicated the longer the two of you had pretended that there was a future together. The TVA was hot on your heels in a way they’d never been before, so close you could practically feel the tickle of their breath on the back of your neck.

He reached across the bed, grasping your hand in his. You hadn’t noticed you’d been shaking until now. He gripped your hand so tightly his knuckles turned white and your fingers pulsed with your heartbeat.

“I always thought… hoped… that we’d find a way. Somehow.”

You stifled a sob in the sleeve of your jacket, only able to nod. You knew. You’d clung to that same hope.

“I know.” It was all you could bring yourself to say.

His hand released yours, coming up to your chin. Gently, he pushed your head upwards, forcing your eyes to become level with his. Instincts told you to look away, but once you met his gaze you fell into him the way you always did. Laid bare, open and vulnerable, you let yourself cry as he looked at you, looked into you. It was easy, effortless. And so damn unfair that the TVA wouldn’t allow you this. The single shred of peace you’d found in all those desolate, empty timelines. Rage at the sheer injustice of it all boiled in your gut, hot enough to blister the sky above you.

Just as you felt yourself about to burst in a flame of anger, Loki’s lips connected with yours. Heat and pressure, the two of you melted into one another. His hands snaked up the sides of your neck, your jaw, your face, tangling in your hair. It was a desperate kiss, a last gasp for air. You drank it in, greedily, not wanting to find the bottom of that kiss, not wanting to break it. It grew and grew until it was hard to tell where one of you started and the other stopped.

Then, the crescendo peaking, it began to soften. Deepen. Slow. His hands unclenched from your hair, retracing their path over your cheeks and down your neck like rain down a windowpane. As you retreated back into your bodies, you let your lips break apart for a moment here, a moment there. Cool air found its way in between you. The heat turned back to the icy cold dread that had been there before.

Loki leaned his forehead against yours, his eyelids fluttering closed.

“We could fight…” Loki’s offer died on his lips, but hung in the air like smoke.

Temptation. You knew you could fight the TVA. With him. You knew the two of you would win too. The combination of your powers made you two the perfect weapon against the TVA. It would be over in minutes, and you’d be able to just live. No more running, no more sneaking around, no more loving with one eye cast over your shoulder.

But you also knew what the outcome would be. With the TVA dismantled, the multiverse would descend into chaos. Timelines that never should have been would flourish, pushing out the timelines of stability, peace, and prosperity. Worlds - universes - would converge on one another like dying stars. The sheer magnitude of multiplying times would expand and expand until it bulged at the very seams of existence. And then, the cosmic bubble that housed everything that wasn’t black nothingness would pop. And life would simply cease. You’d seen it. You’d accidentally found that timeline - the one in which you and Loki fought to stay together, fought to end the TVA. You’d lived it out to the end already, a thousand times. You had tried this story a thousand times.

A thousand other you’s had justified your choice to fight with Loki, to fight for Loki. You deserved love. Maybe it would be different this time. Maybe it would be worth it.

But failed experiment after failed experiment proved you wrong. Yes, you deserved love, you just couldn’t have this love. Things would be different this time, but time is the same every time, and you can’t change time. And nothing - not even the man who made you whole - was worth the pain and destruction you’d seen.

“We’d win, too. But we can’t. You may not know we can’t, but I do. Loki, nothing’s worth what happens. Not even this.” You reached out, resting your palm against his cheek. It was damp with tears. The light of defiance that had sparked in his eyes died as he accepted your denial.

“There’s no happy ending for us, is there?”

His question was barely an audible whisper, but it plucked a chord at the very center of your being. Never before, in all other timelines, had Loki asked you this. Unlike you, Loki didn’t have the ability to remember the thousands of attempts the two of you had made. In the moment just before nothingness, he always used his considerable powers to send you back. His strength and your ability to hop across timelines as if you were playing a game of galactic hopscotch made it possible, but he could never go with you. Instead, he sent you back at the moment of the end of everything. And it was always with the hope that you would convince the two of you to choose differently. And you’d failed him, time and time again. He didn’t know that, not unless you told him. Normally you didn’t tell him. Couldn’t bear to see the weight of such knowledge settle on him like so many bricks.

But you had told him, this go round. You knew from experience that doing so brought you closer to the desired outcome than anything else. If you didn’t tell him the outcome, he’d fight and rage and plead with you until you gave in. Every. Single. Time.

This was different though. The note of understanding in his voice rang deeper than usual. You saw barely-there glimmers of memory in his eyes. Memories from the other times. Memories he shouldn’t have been able to have, and memories he probably couldn’t put into words they were so fleeting and illusory. But somehow, he knew.

“No,” you whispered back, running your thumb across his cheek. “There is no happy ending for us. This is the only ending we get.”

As if on cue, you felt the room around you crackle with electricity as an effervescent white-gold portal split the air beside the bed you were sitting on. Loki froze, but his eyes were fixed on you. You looked at him, the last few instants together beginning to tick down. You memorized his face. The curve of his cupid’s bow, the faint scar on his left cheek, the flecks of brown in his green irises, the curl of hair at his temple. You’d seen all these things so much that they felt embedded in your very DNA.

Two TVA agents materialized out of the portal holding the glowing batons they called “time sticks” in front of their bodies. They expected you to run - both of you - and they moved quickly.

You felt the smallest burn on your right forearm as one of the timesticks connected with your jacket. As the burning sensation spread throughout your veins like wildfire, you and Loki looked into one another.

Your half-smiles were mirror images of each other as you disappeared into nothingness.

#loki imagine #loki x reader #loki x you #loki angst #loki fluff #loki drabble #loki oneshot #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #loki #time variance authority #tva #mcu imagine #loki mcu #loki avengers #request #loki request

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theguildawards · 3 years ago

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Term 2 2022 Winners!

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never-stop-dreaming30 · 4 years ago

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The Things You Give Part 23

Guys...I don't even know where to begin. I'm so sorry for the ling hiatus. My life has been so chaotic lately and every time I would sit down to write, I wasn't able to focus and get so sleepy. I've started a new job position, working on my own personal book that I've been writing, working through my mental health issues, and on top of that trying to save and plan for a wedding. So, I am so, so sorry for the long awaited chapter. I hope I didn't lose any followers from this. You all mean so much to me.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! Make sure you listen to Lean On Me by Bill Withers and Love by John Lennon during some certain parts. It makes it more emotional lol.

Red’s eyes widened and quickly and swiftly shut Eric’s door, and turned back to the boys. “What do you mean you can’t find him?!”

“He’s not here,” Kelso repeated, visibly sweating. “We’ve searched the whole house and he’s not here.”

Red pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a raging headache already coming on. “Are you telling me that you didn’t see him come home last night?”

“We did!” Kelso defended. “Or at least we thought we did.”

Red growled, holding himself back from strangling them two. “Well, find him! I don’t care what you have to do. You. Find. Him. And soon!”

“Yes, s-sir,” the boys stuttered.

“And say nothing to Y/n,” Red continued. “I don’t need her finding out and worrying. I’ll keep her distracted for the time being.” A beat passed before Red quickly grew frustrated again. “What are you still doing here?! Go! Now!”

“Daddy?” Y/n called out, emerging from Eric’s room. “Is everything okay? What’s going on?”

One look at his youngest child, and his breath was taken away at her beauty. She reminded him of Kitty on his own wedding day and if he could allow himself, he would cry. The way her hair flowed down her face and her eyes popped made him realize that this was the moment he had been waiting for since the day she was born. “Wow, Sweetheart…you look beautiful.”

Y/n blushed and smiled at her father. “Thank you. Is everything okay? Where’s Steven?”

“Everything’s fine, Pumpkin,” Red responded, plastering on a fake smile and rubbed her shoulder. “He’s just getting ready.”

She smiled in relief. “Oh good. I was getting worried that he might’ve run off or something.”

The three men chuckled nervously.

“Oh, he wouldn’t do that,” Fez said, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, because he knows that my foot would be in his ass,” Red responded, chuckling. “Now, go back with your bridesmaids and we’ll see you at the venue.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she chirped and went back in her room, her bridesmaids following shortly behind her.

Red chuckled as he shut the door behind them and then snapped back to the quivering young men. “Find him!”

Kelso and Fez didn’t respond as they scrambled down the hall and down the stairs. Red stood there, sweating and panicking. He went through Korea and survived his heart attack and he still never felt this scared up until this moment. Where was he? Was he okay? Did he bail on her? And most importantly, how would Y/n take this that her husband was missing on their wedding day? His forehead glistened with sweat as all these questions ran through his head. He had to act—and fast.

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The two rushed to the basement in a rushed panic.

“Alright, Fez,” Kelso said, frantically looking around. “We need to retrace our steps from last night.”

“But I barley remember last night,” Fez whined, rubbing his head from the slight hangover. “Should we check his room again? Maybe he came home while we were upstairs.”

“We’ve already checked his room three times,” he Kelso responded, pacing. “Unless he figured out how to be invisible, I highly doubt that he’s going to be in there.”

“Oh, man, what do we do?” Fez asked, rubbing a hand through his perfectly quaffed hair.

“What’s going on here?” Donna called from the stairs as she and Jackie made their way down. “Where the hell is Hyde?”

“Nothing’s going on here!” Fez responded. “Just playing a fun little game of Hide-and-Seek. Hyde’s…hiding. And boy, is he good at this game.”

“What the hell are you doing playing a game for when he needs to get ready?!” Donna practically shouted.

“We thought it’d help with his pre-wedding nerves,” Kelso responded, nervously clasping his hands behind his back.

“You guys are mor—wait, a minute,” Donna said, holding up her finger. “He’s not even here, is he?”

“What? Of course he’s here!” Fez responded with fake enthusiasm. “We’re just looking for him. Hyde! Hyde! See, he’s a master at this game.”

Donna stared at them with wide eyes. “Did you lose Hyde?!”

“Oh, my God,” Jackie gasped.

The boys slumped their shoulders in defeat.

“Is Y/n here?” Kelso whispered.

“No, she’s upstairs,” Donna responded. “What the hell is going on?!”

“Okay, okay,” Fez said. “Hyde’s not here and we can’t find him.”

“I knew it!” Jackie shouted.

“How do you guys lose a grown man?!” Donna exclaimed.

Fez and Kelso shushed her furiously.

“Y/n doesn’t know and she can’t know,” Kelso responded.

“Well, no duh!” Jackie shrilled. “She’s already onto you guys and if she finds out, you’re all dead. And if there’s anything worse than an angry Y/n, it’s an angry, pregnant, Y/n.”

“Oh, God,” Kelso and Fez whispered in horror.

“This is great. The groom’s missing and the officiator has to go to the hospital because he’s having a severe allergic reaction!” Donna screeched, rubbing her temples.

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” Kitty said frantically as she scurried down the stairs. “I just got a phone call from the restaurant from where the kids are buying their cake.”

“And?” Jackie asked.

“They forgot to bake their cake! Now, the kids don’t have a cake for their wedding and their wedding is in four hours! What are we going to do?!”

“Oh, God,” Donna groaned and sat on the couch, holding her head in her hands.

“Don’t worry about that Mrs. Forman,” Jackie assured, placing her hand on Kitty’s shoulder. “I got the cake. I know someone who can whip one up before the reception. As the maid of honor, it’s my duty to make sure they get their cake on time.”

“And what about Hyde, Jackie?” Donna asked.

Kitty snapped her head towards Donna. “What about Steven?”

“He’s gone,” Donna responded gravely. “So, now we have the groom is missing, the officiator is in the hospital, and now the cake wasn’t even made.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S GONE?!” Kitty shouted and shot her glare over to the two young men and took a couple steps towards them. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“Nothing!” Kelso defended, putting his hands up in surrender and taking a step back. “We woke up this morning and he was gone!”

“How do you lose a person?!” Kitty continued. “You boys had one job last night: get him out and then get him home! What’s so hard about that?!”

“We’re looking for him, Mrs. Kitty,” Fez said sweetly and nervously.

“Clearly, you’re not doing a very good job!”

“Okay, okay,” Donna said standing up. “All we gotta do is retrace your steps. Where did you guys go last night?”

“We went to the strip club,” Kelso answered sheepishly as he watched Kitty’s face contort into a grimace. “And then we went to a couple different bars and clubs afterwards.”

“Okay,” Kitty said, breathing in and out to steady out her anger. “You three,” she pointed at Donna, Fez, and Kelso. “Go look for him and make sure he’s safe and more importantly: here and present. I don’t care if you have to hold him up while he says his vows, just bring him to the altar! And you,” she turned to Jackie. “Call whoever you need to call to get a damn cake to the venue by no later than three!”

“You got it!” Jackie chirped and skipped her way out of the basement. She couldn’t wait to be a hero for this wedding.

“And you three, go!”

Donna, Kelso, and Fez didn’t say another word as they scrambled out the basement.

“Ugh, this is turning out to be the worst wedding day ever!” Kitty said to herself as she hurried up the stairs. She prayed that everything would fall into place before the ceremony.

--Time Skip--

“Hurry, honey, we gotta get you in and out,” Kitty stated as she rushed her only son through the double doors of the ER. “How are you doing? Can you breathe?”

“Mom, I’m fine. I justh need a pill ta help tha thwelling,” Eric responded through his swollen tongue.

“No, honey, they’re going to have to give you a shot,” Kitty responded with a shake of her head.

“But I don’t wanna thot,” Eric whined.

“Sorry,” she said and lead him to the front counter. “Hi, Stacy.”

The young receptionist looked up and gave Kitty a warm, welcoming smile. “Well, hello Kitty! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your daughter’s wedding?” Her attention turned towards Eric and her eyes grew wide. “Oh, my God. What happened to you?!”

“Nutsth,” Eric responded.

“What?” she asked, not understanding.

“Nuts. He ate nuts,” Kitty responded. “Look, I’d hate to pull my nurse card on you, but he needs to be seen right away and be out within the next hour at the latest.”

“Well, we can get him in right away, but he would still need to stay here to make sure he doesn’t have a worse allergic reaction to the shot,” she responded, looking at Eric. “Can you see okay? Your eyes are pretty swollen.”

“Kindth of,” he responded. “I justh needth ta get back to tha venue on thime becauseth I am performing tha theremony.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Stacy asked.

“Oh, you know what, we don’t have time for this,” Kitty said impatiently. “You know what, I’ll get him a room and I’ll go and grab what we need. I work here, I can do that.”

“Actually you can’t—”

Kitty threw her a death stare. “I’ll deal with it Monday, Stacy. Thank you.”

She pushed the button that opened the doors to go to a room.

“Room 108!” Stacy called out.

Kitty waved her hand as if to say ‘thank you’ and escorted Eric back to the room. “Okay, sweetie, take a seat and I’ll grab the medicine.”

“Thank you, Mom,” Eric said slowly, trying not to bite his tongue.

“Of course, Sweetie. Just don’t eat nuts ever again.”

“Trusth me I won’t.”

--Meanwhile—

“Okay, are you sure this is the bar you came to last night?” Donna questioned the boys.

“Yes! We came here and had a few—okay, a lot—more beers before everything became hazy,” Kelso replied.

They entered the building to see it very empty with just the bartender wiping down glasses. He was bald, burly looking man with a intimidating look on his face that was mainly hidden by his thick mustache. Once he heard the door open, his gaze fell on the two boys and shook his head.

“I thought I banned you last night. Get out before I call the cops!” he barked.

“Whooaa!” Kelso said, putting his hands up in defense. “What’s with the harassment, bud?”

“You damn know why!” he retorted and turned to Fez. “And you owe me a new table!”

“We don’t even remember what happened last night!” Kelso countered.

“Oh?” the bartender asked, his eyebrows shooting up. “Allow me to remind you. You two and your curly haired friend and rail thin friend caused havoc on my bar last night! You got so belligerent I had to call security on you. You,” he pointed at Kelso. “kept breaking my glasses and beer bottles all over the floor causing one of my waitresses to slip and fall and cut up her arm, and then you tried to convince her to go home with you! And you,” he pointed towards Fez. “Took your shirt off and danced on my table, breaking it! Then your curly-haired friend got into fight with one of the customers, getting more people involved than they should've! And your skinny friend…well he didn’t really do anything but he was still with you three dumbasses!”

“Sir, on behalf of idiot friends, I deeply apologize,” Donna said, stepping forward trying to do some control damage.

“You’re friends with these morons?” he asked, pointing at them.

“Sadly, so,” she responded. “And girlfriend of the skinny one.”

“I’m sorry,” was all the bartender could say.

“It’s okay, I am too sometimes,” she grumbled. “Especially on times like this. But we need your help.”

He crossed his thick arms and stood up straight. “With what, exactly? I don’t feel like helping these two bozos out.”

“I know, I understand. But our curly haired friend is missing. Have you happened to see him?”

The bartender shook his head. “Sorry, little lady. I haven’t seen anyone like him since last night.”

“Did you happen to see which way they went at least?”

He eyed Kelso and Fez. “You guys seriously don’t remember?”

They shook their heads sheepishly. “No, sir. We do not,” Fez responded.

The bartender sighed heavily. “After I kicked you guys out, I saw you guys go across the street and turn right. I think I might’ve even seen you go to that club down the street. But I’m not sure.”

“Thank you, sir,” Donna said and tapped the bar. “Let’s go.”

When they reached the club across the street, it wasn’t even open.

“Argh! They’re closed!” Donna shouted in frustration. “Now what?!” She sharply turned to them. “This is all your fault! If you guys hadn’t gotten stupid drunk last night, Hyde would be here!”

“We’re sorry, Donna. We really are,” Kelso said quietly, wringing his hands. “We’re just as worried as you guys.”

Donna rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Do you guys happen to remember any other place you might’ve went to?”

“I think it was just the strip club, the bar, and this club and then we left,” Fez said.

“Yeah, we were on our way home and then I think we passed by those jerks that Hyde supposedly fought and…oh no,” Kelso said, suddenly recalling all the events that happened last night.

“Oh, no what?” Donna questioned, taking a step forward.

“Um…I think I know where Hyde is.”

--Time Skip—

“Have you heard from anyone?” Y/n asked her sister and father as they waited for everyone to get back. “Steven? Kelso? Fez? Donna? Or even Jackie?”

Red glanced at his daughter nervously. He had heard about the cake incident and knew Jackie was on it, but he couldn’t help but sweat when looking at his youngest daughter. He checked his watch and it showed a quarter ‘til one. “I’m sure they’re just getting ready, Sweetie.”

Y/n sighed as her stomach growled. She started making her way to the kitchen when Red stopped her. He jumped in front of her with a phony smile plastered on his face.

“What cha doin?” he asked her.

“I’m just going to get a snack…?” Y/n answered, giving him a quizzical look.

“Uh, I’ll go with you!” he said excitedly and jumped up to meet her.

She studied him, tilting her head to the side. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting kind of weird.”

“I’m fine,” he responded. “Just really excited for you…and Steven.”

“Okay?” she said, letting it out slowly before slipping by him and entering the kitchen.

He followed after her and watched her as she grabbed some stuff to make a turkey sandwich. Afterwards, she grabbed a water and sat at the table while Red stood at the doorway near the phone the whole time.

“Are you going to stand there and keep watching me or are you going to join me?” she asked once she was situated at the table.

Red chuckled to himself and rubbed his eyes. “Yes, yes. Sorry.” But halfway through his walk from the door to the table, the house phone rang, making him nearly jump out of his skin. He ran over to it and quickly answered, ignoring Y/n’s confused look. “Hello?”

“Hey, Red,” a familiar, but tired, voice came over the receiver.

“Steven?” he whispered, hoping Y/n wouldn’t hear.

“Hey, man,” he responded.

“Where the hell are you?!” Red whispered yelled into the phone.

“See, that’s the thing Red,” Hyde answered. “I can tell you, but you got to promise not to get angry, or tell Y/n.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Steven sighed. “To be honest, I’m not even sure how I got here.”

--Meanwhile—

“So, you idiots left him in jail?!” Donna shrieked as she sped down the highway. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“In our defense, we were drunk,” Kelso said, not-so-subtly gripping the door for dear life.

“So?!” she continued to scream. “Us bridesmaids were drunk last night and we didn’t lose Y/n!”

“She has a good point,” Fez said from the back seat.

“Shut up, Fez!” Donna snapped. “You’re just as guilty as he is.” She sped up to a car who was going the speed limit, but to Donna in that moment was going just a speed too slow. She whipped around him and sped off, completely ignoring the middle finger the guy was giving her.

“Donna, what the hell?!” Kelso screeched. “Slow down!”

“No!” she yelled. “You’re the reason we’re here in the first place! If you guys could keep track of a human being, then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Sorry, Donna,” the boys mumbled in unison, looking down at their shoes.

“Don’t apologize to me,” she said and turned off the highway onto a less crowded road. “Apologize to Y/n if she ever finds out.” She pulled up to the county jail and turned the car off. “Now, let’s get the groom so we can get this wedding started.”

They all exited the car and walked into the building. At the front was a female cop sitting at the reception desk, looking down.

“Let me handle this,” Kelso said confidently, making his way in front of the other two. “They know me.” He turned to the police officer with a dopey smile on his face. “Good afternoon, Sergeant Howes. I’m here looking for my friend.”

Howes looked up from her desk and immediately wore a scowl on her face from seeing Michael Kelso. “Sergeant Kelso. I thought you were on suspension.”

“What?” Donna said coldly.

“It’s not what it sounds like,” Kelso defended.

“You caused a horse to buck another recruit in the stomach, resulting him to be in the hospital for a few days,” Howes responded sassily.

“On accident!” Kelso defended and turned to his friends in shame. "He looked bored."

“He was irritable!" she snapped and turned back to her work. "Either way, you’re not supposed to be here."

Donna pushed her way passed Kelso—again, frustrated that she’s had to do this more times than she can count today. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry, but we’re to bail out our friend.”

“Name?”

“Steven Hyde.”

“He’s right back here,” Howes said and led them passed the locked door.

When they entered the room, they saw Hyde behind bars, sitting hunched over and clutching his head. His black t-shirt from the night before dirty and stained and his pants torn at the bottom also dirty and stained.

“Hyde!” Kelso called out and ran over to the cell.

Hyde looked up, showing his bruised jaw and broken lip and breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally.” He stood up and met Kelso at the bars, but not before slugging him in the arm. “Moron!”

“What happened?” Donna demanded, crossing her arms.

Steven sighed and rubbed his neck. “I don’t know, man. Last night is still kind of hazy, but from what I remember, these guys at the bar started smack talking us and wouldn’t let up. I don’t remember what it was about, but they mentioned Y/n and I just lost it. I ended up jackin’ him in the jaw and before I knew it, a brawl had broken out. We get thrown out and start walking home when those dillholes caught up to us and started kicking our asses. We were able to get a good couple hits in before the police showed up.”

"Do you remember what these two dillholes looked like?" Donna questioned, beginning to realize who they might've run into.

"Ah, I don't know," Steven responded, running a hand through his tangled curls. "Some 6-foot jackass with black hair, wearing a hoodie."

"Does that description sound familiar?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really," he responded before it happened. "Son of a bitch!"

"What?" Fez asked. "What?"

He shifted his gaze to his two best friends and shot them daggers. “We ran into Zack and his dumbass friends!"

Fez gasped dramatically. "No!"

"Did we win?" Kelso asked and Steven threw him daggers.

"What d'ya think?!" he responded, throwing his arms in the air. "I'm behind bars while those morons walk free!"

"Sorry, Hyde," Fez and Kelso mumbled together.

“And then by 7 am I realized you dillholes weren’t coming so I called Red.”

“You called Red?!” Donna shrieked. “Oh, God.”

“What?” Hyde questioned, furrowing his brows.

Donna looked at him with worried eyes. “You don’t know, so allow me to catch you up to speed.”

Hyde leaned into the bars, resting his arms on them as he listened intently.

“Eric is in the hospital and your cake wasn’t made so Jackie is out trying to find a cake. And while all of this is going on, we’re trying to keep Y/n in the dark so that she doesn’t freak out.”

“Forman’s in the hospital?” Hyde questioned, genuine concern written all over his face. “What for?”

“Turns out he’s allergic to peanuts, not bananas,” Donna responded.

Hyde didn’t hesitate and cackled his infamous laugh. “Now, that’s funny.”

“Is it?” Donna asked, not finding this funny at all. “Because now you don’t have an officiate.”

Hyde stopped laughing immediately. “Aw, crap.”

“Yes, so let’s get you home and ready before Y/n figures everything out,” Donna said and stepped aside so that a cop could let Hyde out of the cell.

“You don’t think she knows by now, do you?” Hyde asked.

“I don’t know, but let’s not wa—” Donna began but was cut off by a familiar and very, very angry voice.

“STEVEN HYDE!”

“I think she knows,” Fez said, eyes wide.

“Ya think?” Hyde asked and turned to see Y/n stomping in with Red trailing behind her. He wanted to look away, but she looked so stunning that it was almost impossible for him to. “Hey beautiful,” he said, trying to defuse the situation. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

Y/n didn’t respond, but stare at her husband angrily, barley blinking.

“You know, I’m not supposed to see the bride before the wedding.”

“And you’re not supposed to be in jail on the day of the wedding, but yet here we are,” she seethed, eyes completely bewildered. “What the HELL, man?! You couldn’t stay out of trouble for one freaking day?!”

“I can explain!” Steven said, shifting his gaze to his groomsmen. “They were supposed to bail me out before you found out!”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” she hissed. “My husband is in jail the day we are supposed to get married!”

Hyde directed his gaze to Red. “What happened to her not finding out?”

“She pulled it out of me!” he answered.

Hyde sighed and turned his attention back to Y/n who was examining his face.

“What happened?” she asked, this time a tad softer, but still stern.

“I got into a fight last night with a bunch of these guys.” He avoided saying who he got into fight with.

She stepped towards him and gently placed her hand on his face. “You look terrible.”

“Thanks, you look beautiful too.”

She chuckled at his sarcasm and sighed. “I wouldn’t be marrying the Steven Hyde if he didn’t end up in jail on our wedding day.” She removed her hand and stood up straight. “We need to get you cleaned up before the pictures. And maybe some makeup to cover up that bruise.”

“No. I am not wearing makeup,” Hyde resisted. “That’s chick crap.”

“You’re wearing it,” she responded. “Only to cover up the bruise. It’s not like you’re going to have wear mascara or anything.” She smirked with a twinkle in her eye. “As a matter of fact—”

“No!” he said quickly. “Get away from me!”

She cackled and turned back to the groomsmen. “Get him cleaned up and get him down the aisle, yeah?”

Kelso and Fez nodded.

“You got it, boss!” Fez said enthusiastically, happy to have this part over.

Y/n sighed in relief and turned around, letting Red know that she’d be in the car. Once she left, Donna turned to Red.

“She still doesn’t know about the cake though, right?”

“No, if she hears that, her head might explode,” Red answered in a hushed tone. “Have you heard from Eric?”

Donna shook her head. “What are we going to do?”

Red rubbed his neck. “Beats the hell out of me. Let’s just get to the venue and hope for the best.”

“I don’t think hope is going to do us any good at this point,” Fez said.

“Not helping, Fez,” Donna said, leading her way back out to the car.

--Meanwhile—

“Ow! thon of a bitch!” Eric cried out as the needle went into arm. “What the hell isth in that?”

“Medicine,” Kitty answered casually. “Now, give it a few minutes and you should be back to normal.”

“Thanksth, Mom.”

“You’re welcome dear,” she said and started packing up everything. “Now, let’s get you home and ready.”

“What time isth it?”

Kitty checked her watch and her eyes bugged out. “Oh my gosh…it’s already 2:30! Where did the time go?! Hurry, hurry!”

Eric jumped off the table and grabbed his coat and rushed out the door with kitty.

“What if my faceth isn’t better by tha time she walksth down the aisle?!”

“Then speak slow and clearly so people can understand you!” Kitty rushed as she practically ran out the door, but not before stopping a nurse and handing her a file. “MaryAnne! Thank God, can you please finish this for me? It’s for my son, Eric.”

“Sure, no problem, Kitty,” she said with a red-lipped smile and looked at Eric. “Holy hell, what happened to you?”

“Nutsth,” he responded.

“Okay, thank you, bye!” Kitty said and pushed Eric out the door. “Move it!”

“I’m going asth fast asth I can!”

“Clearly not fast enough!”

Eric made a face at her before he hurriedly got in the car with Kitty taking off before he could even get his door closed.

--Scene Transition—

“How do I look?” Hyde asked as he emerged from his old room from the basement.

Kelso and Fez had taken to the couch, relaxing as much as they could before having to leave for the wedding.

“You look great,” Fez said. “Very clean and sharp.”

Steven made a face, squirming in his suite. “I feel uncomfortable.”

“Well, yeah. It’s not your normal t-shirt and jeans,” Fez answered and walked over to him, adjusting his bow tie. “But you look great, man. Congratulations.”

Hyde sighed and grinned. “Thanks, man.” He brought Fez in for a hug, clapping him on the back.

“Yeah, congratulations,” Kelso said and stepped forward, also bringing Hyde in for a hug. “Who woulda thought that the Steven Hyde was able to settle down.”

“I know!” Hyde laughed. “I honestly thought if I ever were to get married it would be to a stripper while drunk in Vegas.”

“Wouldn’t that have been a trip,” Kelso snorted as all three men headed out the door.

--At the Venue—

The bridal party sat in on opposite sides of the barn as they waited for the guests to show up, but still there was no sign of Jackie.

“Man, where the hell is Jackie?” Donna whispered to Kitty.

“I don’t know,” Kitty whispered back. “The wedding is about to start.”

“I know! Where’s Eric?”

“He’s still trying to get some of the swelling down,” Kitty answered, shaking her head. “His face is very pink—he looks like a newborn baby!” She laughed at her own joke. “But seriously, I don’t think he’s going to be here on time to perform the wedding.”

“Oh, my God this is terrible!” Donna whispered, fighting the urge to scream.

“I know! I decorated this barn so beautifully and for what? For the wedding not to happen? That’s two weddings now that he didn’t show up to!”

Donna gave Kitty a glare as Jackie showed up in the distance.

��Hello, the maid of honor has arrived!” she announced as she walked towards the bride.

“Where the hell have you been?!” Y/n shrieked. “The wedding starts in five minutes!”

“Okay, well, chill. I’m here aren’t I?” Jackie replied, avoiding the question.

Donna grabbed her by the elbow and lead her away from Y/n. “Did you get it taken care of?”

“Why, yes I did,” Jackie beamed and Donna sighed in relief. “The cake is in the reception hall. And may I add, it is more beautiful than the one they had originally wanted.”

“Thank God,” Donna sighed again and wiped at her perspiring forehead. “But we still have a problem. Eric still isn’t able to perform the wedding.”

Jackie stared at Donna for a minute before turning back around. “Gimme a minute. Maid of honor to the rescue!”

Donna let out a shaky breath and turned back to Y/n who was staring at her with concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Donna looked at her best friend and picked at her teeth—a nervous habit of hers that she had since she was a kid. “Here’s the thing—”

--Meanwhile—

Jackie approached Steven and his groomsmen on the other side of the barn, seeing them stand by the building.

“What do you mean Forman can’t do it?!” Hyde practically shouted in aggravation after listening to Jackie’s unfortunate news.

“He’s still puffy from his reaction,” Jackie responded.

“Can he at least talk?” Hyde asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied, shaking her head. “I just got back from getting your cake.”

“The cake is here?” he asked. “How did you manage to pull that off?”

Jackie smirked. “I got a way with talking to Louie down at the bakery…and I also owe him five hundred bucks.”

Hyde sighed and rubbed his eyes under his aviators. “Well, now what?”

“I need to find you someone to perform the wedding,” Jackie responded.

“I’ll do it!” Kelso volunteered, throwing his hand in the air.

“No, I’ll do it!” Fez cried out, stepping in front of Kelso.

“No, I’m more good looking so I can do it,” Kelso argued.

“You can’t if you can’t stand,” Fez said, and when Kelso gave him a confused look, Fez kicked him in the shin.

“Ow! What the hell, man?!” Kelso cried out. “Well, you won’t be able to do it if you can’t see!” He poked his fingers into Fez’s unsuspecting eyes, causing Fez to stumble back, holding his face.

“You son of a bitch!” Fez cried out and threw his body into Kelso’s, toppling him onto the ground.

“Oh, for the love of—” Hyde said and quickly broke up the fight. “Neither of you are doing it!”

“What?!”Fez cried out.

“Why?!” Kelso asked, out of breath.

“Because you’re morons, that’s why!”

“Well, then who’s going to do it?” Jackie asked, feeling completely defeated.

“I don’t know,” Hyde sighed and leaned against the building.

“Hey, is this where the party is?” a familiar, deep voice piped up from behind them.

The four teenagers turned out and Steven’s eyes almost bugged out of his head.

“Leo?!” he exclaimed in excitement and walked over to the long haired hippie, wrapping him in a tight hug. “What’re you doing here?!”

“I was told there a party, man!”

“No, I mean what are you doing back in Point Place?” Steven clarified.

“Oh!” Leo giggled. “I can’t remember, man.”

Steven laughed. “Classic Leo.”

Leo giggled again with half lidded eyes. “Who are you?”

“Leo, it’s me!”

Leo stared at him for a minute before it finally hit him. “Hyde, man!” He wrapped him up in another hug. “What are you doing wearing a suit for?”

“I’m getting married, man!”

“No!” Leo replied excitedly. “Steven Hyde finally found an ol’ ball and chain. Who is she, man?”

“Well, it’s Y/n. You remember Y/n?”

Leo raised his eyebrows with a confused smile and turned to Jackie and shook her hand. “Congratulations, Y/n. You got yourself a fine man here.”

Jackie raised her eyebrows in return, taken aback.

“Leo, man, that’s Jackie…my ex-girlfriend,” Hyde responded a little uncomfortable.

“Whoa,” Kelso said, blowing out air. “Awkward.”

“Y/n is Forman’s twin sister,” Steven continued.

“Oh! The cool girl?” Leo recalled. “The girl who bailed you out of jail multiple times?”

Steven chuckled. “Yeah. That one.”

“Oh, I like her a lot, man,” Leo said. “She even brought me brownies.”

“Yeah, she’s awesome,” he responded. “But, listen, the wedding is about to start. Why don’t you go take a seat and I’ll meet up with you later?”

“Uh, hello, Steven?” Jackie shrilled. “There isn’t going to be a wedding until we have an officiate!”

“Aw, crap,” Hyde said, mentally kicking himself for forgetting that in the midst of his excitement. He rubbed his head, screwing his eyes shut. “Okay, uh…what if we got Bob to do it?”

“Why? To have that sweaty, weird afro man say jokes the whole time?” Jackie countered and flipped her hair. “No, thank you.”

“Okay, Jackie what about your dad? He’s out of prison now right?”

“Wow, you’re really grasping at straws, aren’t you?” she replied unimpressed, crossing her arms.

“I’ll do it,” Leo piped up.

“What? No, Leo, man, I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” Steven argued.

“No, I want to, man. You’re like a son to me. I’d be honored.”

Jackie looked to Hyde. “I don’t see why not.”

“It is kind of perfect,” Hyde agreed and rubbed his chin. “Ah, you know what? Screw it, let’s do it.”

“Alright, man!” Steven said excitedly as Jackie squealed.

“I’m going to go tell Y/n!” she said. “Finally, this wedding can start!”

She darted off to go find to finally share some exciting news. When she got to the side where Y/n and everybody was residing, she saw a very nervous bride.

“What do you mean he can’t do it?!” she cried out, clutching her head.

“I know, I know,” Kitty said, attempting to calm down her daughter. “He’s just…well, he’s still pretty—” she gestured towards her face. “You know.”

“So? Can he at least still talk?”

“He’s just now able to say his S’s,” she responded.

“Oh, my God. This is unbelievable,” Y/n groaned and put her head in her hands. “Where is he now?”

“He should be with your dad.”

“Guys, guys, I’ve got great news!”

--Meanwhile—

“I need to go! They’re counting on me!” Eric argued with his father as they stood behind the barn.

“Not while you look like that!” Red countered back. “We don’t need to have a wedding and a funeral in the same day!”

“It’s not even that bad!”

“You look like a marshmallow head!”

“Oh, c’mon, Dad, I really want to do this.”

Red exhaled and looked at his son. “No.”

Kitty skipped from the side of the barn and informed him that Leo would be performing the ceremony instead.

“What? The hippy?” Red asked. “I thought he left town.”

“He did but he’s back,” Kitty said, waving her hands in the air and shaking her head in confusion. “But it’s alright because he came to the rescue.”

“No!” Eric cried out. “They asked me to do it! I should be the one doing it. Mom!”

“I’m sorry, honey, but you’ll scare the kids,” Kitty said sympathetically. “And possibly grandma enough to give her a heart attack.”

“This is so unfair,” Eric whined, feeling completely devastated.

“Yeah, well, life isn’t fair,” Red snapped and huffed. “Can we please get this wedding started now?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Kitty said with a smile.

--15 Minutes Later—

“Alright, everyone! Places!” Kitty called out as the bridesmaids and groomsmen lined up by the entrance with Y/n clinging onto Red’s arm in the far back. Kitty peered over to Steven who was already standing at the front with his hands clasped in front of him waiting patiently. Leo stood straight with a wide smile on his face and hands clasped behind his back.

Kitty turned to the DJ and signaled for him to begin the music. “Remember, kids, just like we rehearsed last night.”

“Yes, Mrs. Forman,” all four kids said in monotony.

“Alright, let’s go!” She had grabbed a recording camera before leaving the house that morning and scurried off to her seat.

As Lean On Me by Bill Withers started playing, Jackie and Kelso took their first steps down the aisle, arm in arm, smiling. Kelso winked at one of the guests—a hot blonde that went to high school with them. Hyde stood there, adjusting his bow tie and let out a nervous sigh. He didn’t know why he was nervous—they were already married, but here he stood, stomach erupted in butterflies.

Jackie and Kelso broke apart to stand on their respective side. Next, Donna and Fez took down the aisle in the same manner, smiling and keeping a steady pace. As they reached the front of the aisle, Donna gave him a reassuring smile before breaking apart from Fez.

Then Laurie walked down the aisle by herself, smiling and staying in beat with the music before joining her fellow bridesmaids.

Before Red and Y/n could walk down the aisle, Red reached over and adjusted her veil so that it hung loosely over her shoulders. He looked at her with love and adoration; he knew this day would come, but was never ready for it. He watched her grow from this sweet little girl to this beautiful young woman who was going to be a mother too. He recounted over the years from her first words, first steps, their first argument, and the many, many hugs and kisses.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her chubby cheeks, bright and twinkling eyes, and her cute pigtails when she was little. How her little voice sounded when she called she’d say “daddy”, or when she laughed. How his heart broke when she’d cry. He was always there to pick her up to comfort her whenever she had a skinned knee or a broken heart.

He remembered her first heartbreak over a boy at just thirteen years old, so devastated that the boy didn’t like her back and how hard she took it. She hadn’t wanted Kitty at the moment, she had wanted her dad. He wrapped her up in his arms and gave her the speech that all boys are dumbasses and that one day, the right man will love and appreciate her. And that each heartbreak will lead her to the right one. Then he reminded her that one man will always love her no matter what—him.

As she stood there, looking absolutely radiant and beautiful, he couldn’t help but his eyes get misty.

“Are you okay, Dad?”

He smiled and swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m fine, Sweetheart.” He touched her hair, adjusting to come over her shoulder. “You look beautiful.”

She smiled at him and leaned into him. “I love you, Daddy.”

He kissed her head. “I love you too, Kitten. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head and turned so she was facing the front of her. Kitty then signaled for the DJ to switch to the bridal song. As Love by John Lennon started playing, Y/n and Red took their first steps to the aisle, with Red holding onto hand with his arm and his other hand reaching over to place it over hers. Everyone turned to look at the beautiful bride, their breaths getting caught in their throat. Sasha sat in the back, smirking. She did a damn good job finding the perfect dress for her.

It felt like the first time for Steven seeing his wife all over again. His heart picked up speed when he saw her. Except this time, she was wearing a smile and not a scowl. He almost chuckled to himself, but luckily he was able to hold his composure, goggling at her. His face softened as she got closer and then broke out into a smile when her eyes met his.

As Y/n and Red got to the front, Y/n went to break from her Dad’s grasp, he tightened it, refusing to let her go.

“You got to let go, Dad,” she whispered.

When he still didn’t, Kitty stood from her seat and leaned over. “Red, honey, let her go.”

Y/n smiled and leaned into his touch once more. “It’s okay, Daddy.”

He looked at her with a sadness in his eyes that she’d never seen before and nodded. He kissed her cheek before handing her off to Steven who stood there with his hand stretched out.

“Take care of her,” Red whispered to him.

Steven gave him a single nod. “I will.”

He turned his attention back to his bride and smiled warmly at her before leading her up the stairs. Y/n handed her bouquet to Jackie before turning back around.

“Leo?!” Y/n asked in shock.

“Hey! I’m back, man!”

“This is amazing!” she said, turning to look at Steven who looked elated. “Welcome back!”

“Thanks! Now, uh, before we start, I’d like to say a few words,” Leo began. Kitty looked around nervous to see the other’s reaction.

“I’ve known Hyde for a very long time,” he continued. “He and I became quick friends after he started working for me at the Photo Hut. He was awesome, man. Always helped me out when I needed him. I was there from his first girlfriend, his first car, and when his family adopted him.”

Kitty and Red smiled at each other at Leo’s reference, making their hearts feel warm.

“And now I get to see him get married to this amazing young lady. You became like a son to me, Hyde, especially after my old lady took my kid and dipped. So, thank you for being there for me.”

Hyde clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Thanks, man.”

“Now, onto the wedding. Dearly beloved—”

“That’s my line!” Eric’s sudden voice boomed through the barn.

Everyone turned to see a slightly less, but still puffy Eric as he stomped down the aisle. Some audible gasps were heard from the audience.

“Eric, what are you doing?” Red hissed.

“Doing my job!” Eric announced and stood next to Leo.

“What the hell happened to your face?!” Hyde asked, taken aback.

“It’s the allergic reaction we were telling you about,” Kelso said.

“Damn,” Hyde said.

“I want to do it!” Eric said.

“Eric, you’re acting like a child. Sit. Down,” Y/n said through gritted teeth.

He slumped his shoulders and stood off to the side next to Kelso.

“Where was I?” Leo asked. “Oh, yeah. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Steven Hyde and Y/n Forman in holy matrimony. I don’t know what else to say besides that. Do you have your own vows written?”

“Yes,” Y/n said and turned to Jackie who had her vows written on a piece of paper. She opened it up and took a deep breath. “Steven, when we were younger, I had told you about my dream wedding and then you turned around and made fun of me for it. Then, I told you to shut up and to thank God that I wasn’t going to be marrying you. Oh, the irony in that.” The audience chuckled at that joke as Y/n continued. “But God and the universe had something else planned. And now there’s no one else I’d rather be standing here with today, other than you. Over the years, you have given me good memories, good times, and a good friendship. You were there to comfort me when I needed you the most. And over the short time we’ve been together, the things you give me are nothing but love and comfort. You make me feel safe and I promise that until the end of time, I will always support you, I will always comfort you, I will always make you feel safe, and I will always love you. You are my rock, my heart, my soul, and my best friend. And I couldn’t be happier and more blessed and lucky to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you.”

Kitty sniffled as she tried so hard and failed to fight back tears. She pulled out her handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes.

Leo sniffed and looked at Y/n with watery eyes. “That was beautiful, man.”

Steven turned around to grab the piece of paper from Eric and opened it up, more terrified than he was a minute ago. “Y/n,” he began and cleared his throat. “This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Because…I’m not very good at expressing how I feel. But, when it comes to you…you make it easier. And…and I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. Before you, I’d never thought I could land a someone as kind, as wonderful, and as beautiful as you. But here I am, promising to spend my life with you and I can’t help but think how lucky I am. You are not only my best friend, but you became my family. And that’s all I ever really wanted.”

Y/n’s eyes began to fill with tears as she smiled lovingly at her husband. Leo went to speak, but choked. He cleared his throat once again and finally found his voice. “May we have the rings?”

Jackie gave Y/n Steven’s ring and Eric gave Steven Y/n’s wedding band.

“Shall I do this part?” Eric whispered to Leo.

Leo balled his fist and brought it to his lips, struggling to compose himself. He waved at Eric to come stand in front, stepping off for a moment.

Eric exhaled in content and stepped into Leo’s place with a proud smile.

“Y/n, do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband? To promise to honor and cherish him, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” she responded, smiling and slid the ring on his finger.

“And Hyde, do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife? To promise to honor and cherish her, for better or for your worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” he said, smiling as he slid her ring onto her finger.

“Okay, I got it from here,” Leo said, sniffing and stepping back up.

“No, man, I can do this,” Eric argued.

Leo ignored him and stood next to Eric.

“By the power vested in me—” he began.

“I now declare you husband and wife,” Eric cut in, glaring at the stoned hippy.

“You may now kiss the bride,” Leo and Eric said in unison.

Steven didn’t hesitate and grabbed Y/n’s face, bringing it closer to his, kissing her passionately. Everyone stood up, crying, clapping, and whistling as they watched Steven dip his bride to deepen the kiss.

When they pulled apart, the DJ started playing Lean On Me again. The couple beamed at the guests as they walked arm in arm towards the exit with their groomsmen and bridesmaid following after them.

Once everyone had filed out, all the guests and family stood in line outside the front of the barn waiting for the bride and groom to come out, each holding a fistful of rice. The photographer held them back behind the barn to take pictures.

Soon enough, the doors opened up and the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked out, now this time Donna on Eric’s arm and Laurie on Fez’s. The guests clapped, but soon erupted into applause and hooting and hollering once the bride and groom showed up. Rice was thrown in their direction and Y/n could’ve sworn that it was the happiest day of her life.

As they reached the El Camino that had white streamers and “Just Married” written on (much to Steven’s disapproval), Y/n grabbed him by his lapel and pulled him in for one more passionate kiss. She could see the flash of photography go off behind her eyelids and could hear more whistling coming from her friends.

They pulled apart and Hyde opened the door for Y/n to get in before waving at the crowd and hopped in the car himself.

“Ready to go, dear?” he asked her as he started the car.

“As long as I’m with you, baby,” she responded and he revved the car to life, leaving their friends and family behind—until they’d get to the Forman house.

Y/n looked at Steven as his handsome face was illuminated by the setting sun. Her whole world right there, in front of her along with her babies still growing inside of her. This was love. And this was happiness.

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