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reveluving · 1 year ago

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“He’s watching, baby,” Marc smiles, glancing up at Steven. “Just like you wanted.”

SCREAAAAAAAMING. SAT UP AS SOON AS I READ THE FIRST FEW SENTENCES!! My God, I wouldn't know whether to look up at Steven or hide my burning face in the sheets. ✋🏼😭 Too many good choices.

Too many.

But anyway! This is written so well!! Indescribable. Regards, your beloved mirror kink-loving neighbour 😘

Man in the Mirror

Kinktober Day 19: Voyeurism

Tags: Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant, afab!fem!reader, consensual voyeurism, unprotected piv (pls wrap it in real life omg), dirty talk, slight degradation, Steven watches Marc fuck you through a mirror idk what to tell you (w/c: 1K)

A/N: Back with the boys because I love them and I cannot help myself okay!!! And this is consensual, even though Steven doesn't exactly know it at the beginning, he just thinks he's being a perv. But in my fics, everyone is a perv alright! (this month I have been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

Steven knows it’s wrong, God, it’s fucking wrong, but it’s like he can’t stop himself.

There’s something about the way Marc fucks you, the way you scrabble at the bedsheets when the shoves you into a lewd arch, his hand pressing into your back. The way you moan for it, heaving breaths into your lungs. It’s the way Marc talks to you through it, talking to you like you’re the filthy one, like you’re the one who’s desperate for it, even though Steven knows it’s both of you.

“God damn, baby,” Marc snarls, fucking into you hard enough that tears are starting to leak down your cheeks. “You’re fucking sucking me in, sweetheart. Feels good, huh? Getting fucked like you need?”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you gasp through the moans he forces out of your mouth with every thrust. “It’s so fucking good, Marc, you’re so fucking deep.”

Steven should stop, right now. Go hide in the headspace, go to sleep and let you both have some privacy. Fuck, he's as naked as Marc is right now, he should feel exposed, have some god damn decency. But it’s like he’s stuck in place, staring in through the mirror as Marc rips you apart in ways he’s never dreamed to. It’s fucking addicting to watch the way your eyes roll back, the way your ass smacks back against Marc every time he shoves himself in, in, in. He reaches down to his bare cock and squeezes, unable to help it.

You’d only put this mirror up a week ago, and he hadn't even thought about the positioning of it. It’s placed on the wall right across from the foot of your bed, and fuck, he can see everything. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t thought about this view when he had helped you set it straight, Marc coming into view in the reflection and smirking at Steven like he knew something he didn’t. Steven had brushed it off.

He shouldn’t have fucking brushed it off.

Because he’s sure, almost fucking positive, that Marc had somehow known. He’d known that Steven would watch, just like this, how Marc takes care of their girl. How he destroys you in ways that Steven can’t even think up on his own. It’s a special kind of torture, seeing you like this and not feeling it, not feeling you.

Marc’s thrusts are brutal, violent like the man himself. He treats you with so much care normally, Steven has seen it, but this isn’t gentle in the least. And you love it, crying out and drooling onto your sheets as Marc rips you to pieces, pulling you back onto his cock with thick fingers digging hard into your hips. He’s not sure how long he’s been watching intently, unable to tear his gaze away, when he sees Marc’s head snap up.

Looking right fucking at him.

Steven should go, disappear from the consciousness entirely, but it’s like he’s glued to the spot, his gaze locked with Marc’s. Marc’s thrusts don’t stutter, don’t stop, and you’re blissfully unaware as Marc watches Steven watch you.

Until Marc grins like the bastard he is, and leans down to mutter, just loud enough for Steven to hear, “Guess who’s here, gorgeous?”

“Wh-what?” you gasp through Marc’s unrelenting thrusts.

“He’s watching, baby,” Marc smiles, glancing up at Steven. “Just like you wanted.”

You wanted- you wanted? Steven’s breath catches in his throat, he’s pretty sure his heart stops fucking beating.

“Steven,” you moan like it’s been punched out of you. “Steven’s here.”

“He’s watchin’ in that mirror you put up, sweetheart,” Marc says, “Watching me fuck you.” Steven is flushed beet-red, he knows it, but still, he watches. “Look at him, baby,” Marc growls, “Fucking look at him.”

Marc reaches up and curls a fist into your hair, tugging your head up to look straight into the mirror, straight at Steven. And God, you’re beautiful, tears falling down your face, your lips plump from the way you’ve been biting at them. You can’t see him, Steven knows that, but you look anyway, like you really can.

“She wanted this,” Marc snarls, and you clench your eyes shut, like you want to hide from Steven’s gaze. “She put that mirror up, hoping you’d watch like this. Wanted me to watch you both too, Steven.” You whine, and Marc’s thrusts seem to get even harder. “Our baby’s a little slut, just wants someone to watch her get fucked, isn’t that right, honey?”

“Your-” you gasp, staring into the mirror, like you’re talking to Steven, too. “Your slut, fuck, just yours.”

Marc fucking growls, his hips driving his cock into you. Steven can hear the way your pussy squishes around him, so wet you’re dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. Your body is covered in sweat, glinting in the light, practically glowing.

“Gonna let him fuck you after this, baby?” Marc grits, “Fucking whore for this cock, can’t get enough.” You slur a stream of yesyesyesyes as Marc reaches beneath you to start rubbing furiously at your clit, and you tremble beneath him.

“C’mon, gorgeous, cum for me.” Marc glances up at Steven. “Cum for both of us.”

Your eyes go wide, your mouth gaping open around a silent scream as you gush down Marc’s cock, body shaking as Marc fucks you through it, letting out a strangled groan of his own. Steven is hard as a fucking rock, straining against his stomach, begging for your touch. He watches as Marc thrusts deep and stills, his eyelids fluttering as he pumps you full of his cum.

You slump into the sheets, and Marc slides out of you, leaning down to kiss down your spine, muttering little praises of “such a good girl,” and “took it so well, looked so pretty,” into your skin. You roll onto your back, tugging Marc down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Marc smiles against your mouth, and Steven feels that familiar pull to the front.

He shuts his eyes, and when he blinks them open again, you’re smiling up at him, reaching up to brush a reverent hand across his jaw.

“Enjoyed the show?” you whisper, and Steven can’t help the way he grins, the way his heart flutters.

“More than you know, darling,” he mutters, and leans to lick into your mouth. “Got to give Marc a show now, yeah?”

#— reve's ruby '24 🌹#they're both pervs #<- she is so right #whatever i still need them like water #<- again she's right!!#steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #moon knight #moon knight x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader

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topazy · 9 months ago

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Blood moon

Pairing: Scott McCall x reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Chapter: 7.02

You step into the kitchen and drop the glass of orange juice from your hand as you jump backwards, startled by the figure leaning against the island in the middle of the room. So much for werewolf reflexes. Since the sleepover Wyatt was at got canceled, you had awkwardly suggested everyone regrouped at another location. As much as you cared for Lydia, you didn’t want your son near anything that was going on.

“Jesus McCall, haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” You huff, looking down at the sticky liquid spreading fast across the floor. You grab a handful of kitchen rolls and dab at it before the juice runs onto your cream carpet in the next room.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to- Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay,” Scott said. He sighed, noticing you were avoiding his gaze. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine.”

Scott puffed out his cheeks, feeling defeated already. “I don’t usually ask when it comes to you and Isaac, but what’s going on? He left kind of abruptly.”

You re-enter the living room fidgeting with the silver band on your middle finger, the pad of your thumb feeling the small rubies on it. “Guys, I hate to do this, but Wyatt’s coming home, and I don’t want him around... whatever this is.”

Scott looks up at your alarm. “Why, what’s wrong?”

“He’s fine; his friend's mom just texted and said one of the kids started vomiting, so everyone’s gotta go.”

Isaac yanks his jacket from the back of the coat hanger. “I’ll go get him. Take him to the arcade or cinema.”

“He still needs to have his dinner.”

“Then I’ll take him for pizza first,” Isaac slams the front door behind him when he leaves the house.

You cock your head to the side, looking up at Scott, still irritated by your brother. “He’s just... he's got an issue with his girlfriend. Where did everyone else go?”

“The animal clinic.”

After all this time, no matter what changed throughout the years, Deaton’s vets was the safe place you and your friends gravitate towards whenever times are tough. A small smile creeps onto your face as you think about the times as teenagers when your pack would gather in the same place.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking how, after all this time, we still go to the same place for help.” You squeeze Scott’s shoulder. “Did I ever tell you I’m proud of you for becoming a vet?”

“Uhh, you have,” he chuckles. “But it means a lot coming from you, no matter how many times I hear it.”

“Are you staying here until Wyatt gets home?”

“Yeah,” he pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll just let Stiles know I’ll catch up with them later.”

—

“Daddy!”

“Hey, little man.”

Smiling, Scott picks Wyatt up and kisses his cheek. “Where did Uncle Isaac take you?”

While your son fills his father in on all the fun games he played at the arcade, Isaac mumbles an apology as he walks by. He places a stuffed toy on the kitchen counter; it looks just like one I had as a girl. “I’m going to be out for the rest of the night,” he says. “I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but Stiles asked if someone who’s werewolf could spend the night in case he needs help with Lydia.”

“It’s probably for the best that someone is there for her. I think Scott was going to meet them at the vets.”

“Actually,” Scott walks over with Wyatt now sitting on his shoulders. “I was going to put this little monster to bed once he has showed me his new toys.”

Scott wasn’t outright asking, but from his tone, you knew it was a question. You smile, although he was a good dad. Scott never got to spend the same amount of time with your son as you did, which made him feel guilty. “Sure, but first he’s going for a bath.”

—

You yawn into the back of your hand, not wanting to interrupt Scott and Wyatt playing before bed. You curled up on the couch to watch a film. You’re starting to doze off when Scott comes back down the stairs and sits next to you, much to your surprise.

“Is he asleep already?”

“Yeah, probably a sugar crash.”

You reposition yourself on the couch so Scott has more space; the thick fluffy grey blanket covering your lap slides down at one side, revealing. Noticing, Scott pulls on the bottom of your nightgown, “cute.”

Your nightgown was light pink, silky, with little stars and moons on it.

“Don’t tease.”

Smirking, Scott lowers his head till your lips meet. At first the kiss is soft and gentle, but it quickly becomes heated. Feeling his hand on your bare thigh, your legs part, and Scott begins rubbing at the most sensitive spot through your underwear.

“Oh,” you slap your hand over your mouth to stop making noise.

Scott kisses your neck while sliding two of his fingers inside you, muffling his own groans. Just as you go to unzip his jeans, you open your eyes and notice the blinds had opened slightly and were now open, and something was outside looking in.

Abruptly, you push Scott’s hand away and jump to your feet. He stares at you alarmed, “Shit, did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “There’s someone outside.”

“Keep an eye on the doors.” Without needing any further explanation, Scott sprints upstairs and then quickly runs back down with Wyatt in his arms. “Is it still there?”

You do your best to discreetly peek out of the window; at first you don’t see anything, but then you notice there’s a white mask left laying on the grass. “Not that I can see.”

He hands you Wyatt, who was still half asleep. “We gotta run for the car. Once we are inside, call Stiles and tell him we are going to the clinic, then call the police.”

You didn’t have time to ask questions, but something had scared the hell out of Scott as well.

#Teen wolf #scott mccall x you #scott mccall x reader #Scott McCall smut #scott mccall #Scott McCall/reader #Scott McCall/you #teen wolf smut #Scott McCall x fem reader #teen wolf x reader #Scott McCall fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic

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hihomeghere · 3 months ago

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Nightmare | Arthur Morgan x f!reader x Charles Smith

Summary : Arthur has a recurring nightmare. Part of the series Baptized by Fire

Word count : 3k

Warnings/tags : Mention of death, slight panic attack for Arthur, talk of dead child (Isaac), feelings of inadequacy, poly relationship, Arthur morgan x reader x Charles smith, reader has female gentalia and menstruates, talk of children and pregnancy, talk of natural contraception

this will be the last chapter in Spring! This is my favorite that I've written for these three so far, so if you enjoyed it please let me know!

divider by @saradika

Arthur knew this trail by heart, the map in his satchel long forgotten as he led Boadicea along it. The sun peeked through the trees, golden rays guiding him through the spotlights from above. He tipped his hat a little lower on his face, shielding his eyes from the rays.

Birds raised their melodious voices into a natural chorus, accompanied by Boadicea’s hooves clopping along the dirt path. A breeze rustled through the leaves, pulling his attention away from the path for only a moment. Arthur’s heart felt light, as though whatever weight had been pulling him down was lifted. A sense of anticipation built in him the longer he rode. He wanted to set his heels in Boadicea’s side, urging the horse into a sprint, but he refrained. Letting her easy trot take him along. He emerged from the canopy of trees, leaving his sanctuary from the blistering heat.

Still, he would endure whatever Mother Nature sent his way. There was nothing that could damper his spirits today. He was going to see them today. The thought sent a flutter through his stomach, his hands tightening around the reins. The worn leathering creaking under his hands. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, dryer than ever under the smoldering sun.

The fauna felt it too, the further he ventured the more barren it became. The wildflowers and ferns, wilted and yellowed against the harsh conditions. Arthur felt sweat run down his temple, wiping the salty streak away from his face.

Jesus, it was hot.

That trickle had now turned into rivulets, pouring off of him the longer he rode. He raised his eyes, catching the waves of heat as they danced on the horizon. Turning the sky and earth into a watercolor, the two bleeding into each other.

He pulled out his handkerchief, wiping it haphazardly across his face. Boadicea’s hooves crushed the scorched dirt beneath them, although all Arthur cared about was in front of them.

His life was ahead, in that tiny house. Those tiny fingers and toes, that mop of sandy brown hair much like his own. Her warm and welcoming smile, never changing no matter how long his sorry ass had been gone.

He had made up his mind, the pack on Boadicea’s rump confirming it. This time, this time, he was staying.

No more running, no more being a damn coward. He was gonna own up to his actions, not mistakes, never a mistake. The ruby ring weighing down his pocket, never straying far from his mind. He would do it right, after being wrong for this many goddamn years he could do right by her. He could be happy with her.

Despite the sweltering heat, damn near stealing the breath out of his lungs with every breath, he smiled.

And finally, finally, the house came into view. He couldn’t help himself, digging his heel into her side with a resounding ‘hyah’, they raced towards the house.

Only they didn’t make it far before he saw the graves.

His stomach sank like a rock, the world fading away as his eyes fell upon the two crosses. He urged her to go faster, as though that would clear the image like a mirage. He slung his legs over her back, his knees almost buckling as he hit the ground.

He smacked his lips together, all the moisture sucked out of his body, he didn’t know if it was from the sun or… this. Two graves.

He raced towards the small house, tears clouding his vision. He hastily wiped them away, swallowing past the growing lump in his throat.

But this wasn’t right. It wasn’t like before, the graves… they weren’t packed with dirt. They were open, and instead of Eliza and Isaac’s bodies buried deep in the ground, it was you and Charles.

“No.” He whispered, his voice shaking as he dropped to his knees. “No- no, no, no.” He repeated as though his words could turn back time. Could undo what monstrosity had been done to the two of you. His heart thudded against his ribs as he jumped into one of the graves. He gathered you in his arms. “C’mon sweetheart- c’mon wake up. Open- open those pretty eyes f’me.” He babbled, pleading for you to look up at him. His hand gripped your hip, feeling the ice cold flesh under your blue dress, now stained with dirt. It was one of his favorites. He held your lifeless body, his hand brushing against your stomach. It was like he was shot, the air knocked out of his lungs as he felt what was obviously a bump. Your stomach rounded with a child, their child. He drug himself out of the grave, pulling you with him. He laid you down on the ground, his body pulled towards Charles, his body much heavier and bulkier than yours, but he still managed. His eyes moved from you to Charles, bile held behind his clamped jaws until he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Bracing himself on his knees as he emptied his stomach onto the grass. Tears streamed down his face, his nose running like a spigot. How damn pathetic he looked was the last thing on his mind.

You looked so peaceful, like you were only sleeping. His angels, just sleeping, that’s all.

But the cold chill of your bodies brought him back to reality. He clasped Charles hand in his own, pressing kisses to his palm as he dragged you into his lap.

He had failed again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ He cried, his chest constricting painfully with each ragged breath. “I love you, I’m sorry!”

Arthur woke with a start, his heart pounding as he sat up in bed. He hadn’t had that dream in a while. Charles' warm back radiated heat to one side of him, while you slept curled up on the other. He panted, running his hand down his face as he tried to gain control over his sporadic breathing. He didn’t need to wrack his brain to figure out why his subconscious had pulled it forward.

You were late. It wasn’t something that didn’t need to be spoken out loud to be known. You were quite regular with your monthlies, sometimes they were a day later or perhaps a day earlier. But never for three days.

They were always prepared. Extra sheets set out on the trunk at the end of the bed. In case the red devil came when you were sleeping. Charles would have tea ready to be brewed once the cramps started in your lower belly. The cloths you used were cleaned and laid out, ready for use, along with your sanitary belt.

But you hadn’t needed any of them yet.

He supposed he shouldn’t have been so surprised, him and Charles were always spilling into you. But only on the so called ‘safe’ days. Arthur still didn’t quite understand how there were days of the month you weren’t ‘fertile’. Although he wasn’t well versed in the way women’s bodies worked despite having gotten Eliza pregnant all those years ago.

But it didn’t matter to him, you said you couldn’t get pregnant on certain days, so he believed you. So why the hell were you late?

Sure, you and Charles had times where Arthur didn’t join you. It didn’t matter, he trusted the two of you. There were times when it was just him and Charles, or just him and you.

But he didn’t believe that you’d go behind his back trying to get pregnant without at least talking to him about it first.

It was moments like this that the little bug began to whisper in Arthur’s ear. Telling him he didn’t belong with the two of you, that he was only bringing you two down, that you’d both be better off without him, that you didn’t need him.

Normally a kiss from Charles or your arms wrapped around his waist would silence this little bug, but this one couldn’t seem to be quieted.

He groaned, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. You shifted, seemingly disturbed by the noise. You swung your leg up onto his hip, pressing yourself against him. Instinctively he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He felt something against his thigh as you cuddled up against him. Something wet.

Arthur nudged Charles, pushing the bigger man’s shoulder.

“Hm?” Charles mumbled, looking over his shoulder at Arthur. His eyes squinted in the low light of the dawn.

“Reckon, we're gonna need to change the sheets.” He said softly, looking back down at you. Charles nodded, immediately getting out of bed. Arthur shook your shoulder, gently rousing you from your sleep.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you up.” He said softly, rising from the middle of the bed. Charles was lighting the oil lamp on the bedside table, casting a golden glow over the three of you.

You quickly realized what was happening. A low sigh leaving your lips as you started to strip out of your blood stained nightgown and bloomers. Arthur went into the main room, grabbing a wash rag from the kitchen. He wet the cloth in the basin before returning to the bedroom. Charles pressed a kiss to your crown as he moved to the other side of the bed, collecting the sheets. Arthur handed you the rag, letting you clean your thighs off before you put on your sanitary belt.

He headed back into the main room, working on getting the fire going before you eventually made your way out to join him.

As he added the logs to the hearth, he couldn’t get the image of you and Charles’ lifeless bodies out of his head. The almost waxy look of your skin, the unmistakable bump under your dress… He shook his head, trying to clear the image as he sat down in his chair.

You shuffled out of the bedroom, Charles poncho falling to your thighs. You curled up on his lap, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around your waist, feeling your body heat under his fingertips. So unlike his nightmare, you were alive, both you and Charles were alive.

The only sound was the gentle creak of the rocking chair and the light crackle from the fire. But it wasn’t tense or awkward, just comfortable.

Charles came out of the bedroom, laying the sheets in the basin to soak. He sat down on the identical rocking chair, rubbing his eyes as he let out a yawn.

“What woke you up?” He asked, looking over at Arthur. Of course he would ask that.

“Nothing.” He mumbled, brushing his fingers through your hair. He knew he had given himself away almost immediately. You stiffened just slightly before you lifted your head off his chest, sparing a glance at Charles.

He understood what you meant now. When you had first come to live with him and Charles you would complain about the ‘silent’ conversations that were had. Arthur was now on the outside of one of these conversations.

“Arthur, are you alright honey?” You asked looking back at him.

God damn that sweet honeyed voice, how could he ever lie to you? Not that he was the best liar anyway, not when you and Charles could read him like a damn book.

“You know how I was almost married before.” He asked, his fingers running over the ruby ring resting on your finger.

“To Mary.” You nodded, furrowing your brows as you tried to figure out where he was going with this.

“After she… after she called it off there was another girl. She- she was young and I was a fool.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I got her pregnant.” He didn’t miss the way your eyebrows shot up. “She had Isaac my- my boy. I’d visit when I could but each time I was gone it just- just felt like an eternity. Christ, he’d go from sitting to walking, babbling to talking. But I had the gang and I’d send her money, not that that counted for much.” He knew he was rattling on but he couldn’t help himself. “I was such a fool back then, still am in some ways I suppose. I was so focused on the gang, on Dutch…” He trailed off, anger and guilt burning deep in his belly, only cooled by the gentle touch of your palm on his chest. “One day I rode out there and-“ He cut himself off, the lump in his throat growing too large to speak.

“Oh Arthur,” You said softly, running your thumb over his cheek. “I’m so sorry.” He didn’t deserve to be comforted, but he couldn’t bear to push you away.

“All over a few dollars.” He shook his head, “I didn’t know the first thing about being a father and- I doubt I’d be any better now.” He muttered, looking into the low burning flames.

“Did you know?” You asked Charles, raising your head to look at him. He nodded, moving his gaze back to the fire.

“I… I used to dream of them, finding the graves…” His voice broke as he fought to speak, “But this time it- wasn’t them. It- it was you n’ Charles.” He saw Charles wince out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh honey.” You sighed, his words tugging at your heart strings, “Honey it’s okay, it’s okay.” You said cupping his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone. Brushing away any stray tears. “What happened was a tragedy, but it wasn’t your fault-“

“If I had been there-“ He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head, “I could’ve saved them. If I would’ve done right by them they’d still be alive.” He choked back a sob.

“Arthur-“ Charles sighed looking over at the two of you.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his head to your breast. He melted in your embrace, holding onto you like you would disappear into thin air if he let go. He listened to the thump of your heart against his ear, his tears slowly drying as he took in a few shuddering breaths.

How the hell did he manage to find two of the most understanding people in the world, and how did he make them both fall in love with someone like him?

The awful part was he was disappointed when you started to bleed. He wanted it. He wanted to see you grow round with Charles and his baby. To feel the babe shift and kick under your skin. To watch as you grew into a mother, he knew you’d be perfect. To see Charles be a father. To have a second chance at what he missed with Eliza and Isaac, to make them proud.

But he didn’t deserve it.

“We’ll be careful Arthur.” You said, petting his hair, “We’ll just keep track of the days and if you’re really worried we don’t have to-“

“I don’t want to be careful.” He huffed, pulling away from you. He got to his feet, pacing in front of the fireplace. “I don’t want to be careful I want-“ He ran a hand through his hair, knowing he probably looked like a fool. “I want- I want…” He trailed off, biting his lip as he shook his head.

“Arthur?” Charles asked, his deep timbre voice setting his blood ablaze.

“I’m making a damn fool of myself.” He grumbled, running his hand down his face.

“Arthur.” You stopped him, grabbing the hand that had been clenched into a fist at his side. “If… if having a- a family- is something you want,” You started slowly, looking over at Charles before you continued, “We want it too.” You said, running your thumb over his knuckles.

“You mean it?” He asked breathlessly, looking from you to Charles.

“Yeah.” Charles nodded, an easy smile on his plump lips. Arthur looked between the two of you, seemingly stunned for a few moments before he pulled you towards him. His hand grasped at Charles' shirt before he too was pulled into Arthur's embrace.

“Yer serious?” Arthur asked, his voice slightly muffled as he pressed his face into Charles' neck.

“We’re serious honey.” You said wrapping your arms around the two of them. “I mean, it ain’t no secret that Charles has wanted to see me in that way.” You giggled. Charles let out an amused huff, shaking his head. “Just didn’t know you wanted it too.” You hummed, moving back to kiss his cheek.

“I’m a lucky son of a bitch.” Arthur said, swallowing past the lump in his throat as he looked from you to Charles. The loves of his life, here in his arms, agreeing to start a family.

“We’re pretty lucky too, cowboy.” Charles chuckled, squeezing your waist before pressing his lips to Arthur’s, “Now I’m going back to bed, and I think you all should join me.” He said with a yawn.

“What do you say honey?” You asked, leaning your head on Arthur’s shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed.” He nodded, letting you and Charles walk him back to bed.

Arthur fell asleep, tucked in between you and Charles.

He dreamt of Boadicea, riding her along the dirt road. His heart in his throat as he watched the door open, Isaac’s sandy brown hair flying in the wind as he raced towards him. Arthur jumped down from her back, his arms flung wide as he caught him in his embrace. Through tearful eyes he looked up towards the house. Eliza stood on the porch, her warm gaze finding him. From the inside of the house you and Charles walk out, his arm around your waist. That pretty little blue dress hugging your figure as Charles cups your belly.

“C’mon pa!” Isaac said in that sweet boyish voice, tugging on his hand as he led Arthur to the house.

He never had that dream again.

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ryu070 · 23 days ago

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Video, about my ALNST x Aqours AU, I was very proud of this a few months ago, but watching it again there are several mistakes 🥀, Well I think I could share more images of this AU, Although there are many things that I changed, so that they fit more with the characters of Aqours

You- Mizi

Riko - Sua

Yoshiko - Till

Ruby- Ivan

Mari- Hyuna

Dia - Luka

Kanan- Hyunwoo

Hanamaru - Dewey

Chika - Isaac

Please, someone teach me how to use Almight M, or another video program, because Capcut is getting more and more expensive, and I can't afford the premium version.

#love live #love live sunshine #kurosawa dia #mari ohara #aqours #alien stage #alnst #alnst au #crossover #artists on tumblr #diamari

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reveluving · 1 year ago

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steven’s packing your lunch for work, signing off on a note to stick at the top when—"hey. draw a frog on that.”

it’s terrible. it’s ugly. the faintest depiction of a frog that’s ever lived, marked with a little “- j” so you know exactly who it’s from.

I will never be able to get the poorly drawn frog outta my mind. Ever! I found this fic yesterday and oh my gosh, I can confidently tell you that I've read it more than a handful!

And when he fronted to tease her about wanting to see her in the dress!!! Ah!!! I LIVE!! 🤲🏼😭 My heart is healed. 💗

missing piece; j.l.

pairing: jake lockley x reader centric, marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

summary: how you and jake get together.

warnings: literally all fluff, a little insecurity from jake, a lot of nuisance from marc and steven, female!reader.

word count: 2.4k

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out of the three of them, jake is the one you meet last.

marc and steven have mentioned him, of course: the third alter, a little sarcastic and a little aggressive, but who will still make kissy noises at every cat they pass even though his success rate is… quite low.

for a while, the extent of your knowledge about him is just tidbits like that—the things that jake lets the others share from the safety of their headspace.

he’s a cab driver. he likes 2% milk, the leather gloves laying on the corner of the coffee table are his own, and he thinks that steven is a better cook than marc.

(steven might have made that last one up. all you see is him looking into the reflective surface of the pot before he snorts, claiming, “yeah, jake definitely agrees, love, trust me.”)

but that’s not to say that jake doesn’t know anything about you.

he’s always been there throughout your relationships with marc and steven, watching as you smile and laugh and kiss them with so much light in your eyes that they might as well as hung the sun in the sky.

marc and steven have learnt about what you like, what you dislike, which means that jake learns these things as well, and even steps in sometimes to remind them.

marc’s on a grocery run, trying to recall which salsa you liked the most the last time he made tacos. “the one with a green label, pendejo.”

steven’s packing your lunch for work, signing off on a note to stick at the top when—"hey. draw a frog on that.”

“what?” steven felt jake watching, but didn’t actually expect him to speak up. “what are you talking about?”

“she’ll like it.”

“I—”

“nevermind, just give me control of our hand.”

it’s terrible. it’s ugly. the faintest depiction of a frog that’s ever lived, marked with a little “- j” so you know exactly who it’s from.

you absolutely love it.

he doesn’t mean to fall in love with you. truly, he doesn’t. to him, you’re theirs, and he’s still hesitant to get involved with their lives any more than necessary.

but how could he not? not when they spend so much time with you, and he feels that aching warmth in their chest whenever marc or steven look at you.

he finds himself laughing at your jokes even if he’s not the intended recipient, admiring how you look even when you’re not getting dressed up for him.

marc and steven know, of course they do, and accept his feelings far before he does.

because I think at the beginning, jake is nervous to front around you.

you fell so easily for marc and steven, and though he’ll never say it to their faces, he gets it.

marc’s a real softie once you get past the ten-foot tall wall he’s erected around himself, and steven’s… well, steven.

but jake? jake “protector of the body” lockley, who’s sole self-imposed purpose is to keep their heart beating? he’s not a “people-person.” he doesn’t know how to love someone, at least in not the way you deserve to be loved.

“so dramatic.” marc rolls his eyes as he finds himself fronting on their doorstep. jake heard rustling from inside, indicating that you were home, and immediately relinquished the hot seat to one of the others. “you can just talk to her, you know.”

“I know.”

even steven scoffs at him.

“oh, yeah?” to his credit, jake manages to maintain eye contact as marc stares at him in the reflection of a picture frame. “you wanna get back in here, then? say hello to our girlfriend like a normal human being for once?”

when jake doesn’t respond, he continues.

“that’s what I thought. it’s not complicated, you don’t gotta fuckin’ sweep her off her feet or something—"

marc’s words are cut off as you open the door, eyebrows furrowed. “marc? are you just going to… stand outside all day?”

he gives one last pointed glare to his reflection. “nope, we’re coming.”

jake is only coaxed out once you start asking the boys about him.

you don’t want to push him if he really doesn’t want to talk to you, but with all the little things he does, you can’t imagine that that’s the case.

“pass this along to jake for me, would you?” it’s the frog drawing that he made for you some time back, but now with the addition of your own smiling frog beside it. “I’d give it to him myself, but…”

marc can see you deflate a little as you trail off, and that’s illegal in this household. his heart sinks, and he knows that the others can feel it too.

fortunately for everyone, guilt is a wonderful motivator for jake—particularly where you’re involved.

so it starts off small. when it’s time for him to work a cab shift, he doesn’t wait till they’ve already left the apartment to front, instead taking over just before in order to say goodbye to you.

“I’m heading out for work.”

the voice—so clearly your boyfriends’ but a bit flatter than marc’s, more softly accented than steven’s—makes your head snap up from the couch. a flat cap, light jacket layered over a button-up shirt.

black leather gloves.

“jake!” you can’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed about how excited you sound, jumping up to your feet. your enthusiasm to finally see him has his face heating up, and he ducks his head to hide it before you can see.

he fiddles with his sleeves. “don’t be awake when I get back.”

“uhm.” you ruminate over that for a second, confusion so plain that jake has to hold back a grimace. then it hits you—

oh. he just doesn’t want you to stay up on his behalf.

“okay.” you smile. “have fun!”

he snorts. “I’ll try. good night, querida.”

those few minutes before he leaves has you looking forward to his shifts, even if it means that you have to go to bed alone.

initially, jake doesn’t let himself think that you always being around when he’s fronting is anything more than a coincidence.

but then one night, you’re out hanging out with friends, and he gets a text as he’s stepping out the door: be safe! have a good shift :)

jake can’t really argue with himself after that.

(that, and the other two heckle him about it so much that he has to accept it. steven already has to deal with marc’s self-confidence issues—dealing with jake’s are much easier in comparison.)

still—

“don’t even know if she likes me,” jake grumbles as he enters their building, hands stuffed into his pockets. he’d already parked his cab for the night, not too far from the flat, and the walk home has been the three of them running around in circles on the topic.

“don’t even know if she likes me,” steven repeats, not unkindly, but still very much annoyed. “mate, do you hear yourself?”

“she’s just kind, that’s all.”

“she remembers your schedule better than marc or I do, and we’re all in the same body!”

jake clicks his tongue as he rides the elevator, avoiding the reflections around him, lest he comes face-to-face with his alters.

marc chimes in. “you do know if you ask her out for dinner or something, she’ll say yes, right?”

he misses inserting their key the first time, swearing under his breath.

“I’m serious. we’ve talked about it before—”

“don’t be stupid—” jake opens their door a bit more harshly than intended, and the sound stirs you from where you dozed off on the couch.

“jake?” you rub your eyes, yawning. the sound of your voice shuts them all up, and you sit up just enough to look at him. “welcome back.”

“what are you…?” jake gestures vaguely and you shrug.

“wanted to surprise you, but I guess I fell asleep,” you chuckle softly, and his heart clenches.

“a-ha! you see? our poor girl was staying up late just to see you! how are you going to say that—”

jake tunes steven out as he walks towards you, pretending to be unaffected when he extends a hand.

“come on, let’s get you to bed.”

he doesn’t ask you about a date that night—you’re far too tired to be thinking about that, after all—but he turns the idea over in his head.

asking you out to dinner seems so formal, but it’s not like he can just buy you a coffee, either. what’s the protocol for asking out your alters’ girlfriend?

”you’re thinking about it too much.”

yeah, he knows, marc—that doesn’t make things any better.

gradually, he starts to front more during the day.

not as often as marc and steven, but enough for you to learn a bit more about him: how he likes his coffee (black, as expected), his favourite breakfast (eggs in a basket), and that he likes playing ABBA in the flat while doing other things.

jake is very much a ‘fake it till you make it’ kind of guy—is he nervous about spending time with you? of course not—how could he be, when he flirts and jokes around with you so easily?

and flirting with jake is fun. it’s all surface level—he refuses to touch the elephant in the room that is your obvious feelings for each other with a ten-foot pole—but he’s shameless in a way that marc and steven aren’t, making you hot in the face at the most inopportune times.

he might be wearing a smirk the entire time, but he means every compliment, every word that he says to you.

sometimes you hold his gaze for too long and see how his eyes soften when he looks at you, and it takes your breath away.

jake wants you so hard it hurts. he knows he’s digging himself a hole with how (little) he expresses himself, and although it fills him with anxiety, he knows that he’s going to need a different approach in order to actually let you know how he feels.

your hand is nestled in the crook of marc’s elbow as you walk past storefronts on the way home, pointing out the things you see in the window displays.

“those are the pots you were talking about, right?” marc gestures towards a set of expensive ceramics in all their glory, and while he’s correct, you shake your head with a sigh.

“’s not the colour I want.”

“your dedication to colour coordination in the midst of steven’s mess is admirable.”

you laugh, continuing on ahead until you stop in front of a boutique. in its display case is a sleek, form-fitting dress that falls so beautifully on the mannequin that it makes you suspicious as to how it’d actually look on someone. “oh, that’s pretty.”

marc hums from above you before stilling suddenly. you know what comes next; you’re ready to greet steven when—

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that, querida.” the corner of jake’s mouth curls and you roll your eyes, grinning.

“hey, jake.”

“hey.” his smile is lopsided, almost boyish. “don’t suppose you wanted to pop in now to try it on?”

“you’d like that.” he shrugs, guilty as charged. “but nah, I’m getting kind of hungry.”

jake gently tugs you with his arm. “then let’s go get something to eat.”

it’s a reoccurring joke between the two of you, and it’s your turn to deliver the punchline. your voice is teasing, “you asking me on a date, lockley?”

“yes.”

his tone stops you in his tracks. gone are any traces of humour as he holds your gaze. it’s the most serious you’ve ever seen him for a while.

that’s not right. he’s supposed to smirk, full machismo, and say something like obviously, princesca. your brain lags. “I—what?”

“I’m asking you out. do you want to go get dinner?”

you stand there, gaping like a fish as you internalize what’s happening. it takes everything in jake to not fidget on the spot or backtrack with another teasing comment. no, he has to make you see that he’s serious about this, even though his heart is racing a mile a minute.

slowly, a smile grows on your face until you’re beaming at him, and all the tension releases from his body. “yeah. yes, let’s—let’s go, jake.”

it’s nothing fancy. it’s not even new, either. he leads the way to one of your go-to places whenever nobody wants to cook, and though it’s your first official ‘date’, a sense of comfort settles over you.

begrudgingly, jake admits—the solution has always been a simple one. you don’t need him to be marc or steven, or to plan the perfect date. you’ve always just wanted to know him.

he can see as much in your barely constrained excitement as you both take a seat, legs brushing up against each other under the table. so, what else can he do but let his guard down for once?

finally, finally jake’s opening up to you, and he absentmindedly traces patterns on your hand with his thumb. “what do you want to know?”

well—lots of things, but there is something that you’ve been meaning to ask him…

you tilt your head, curious. “do you actually think that steven’s better at cooking than marc?”

“dios, are you kidding me?” his lips curl up with so much distaste that you can’t help but laugh, and you bury your head in your hands; the sight warms him from the inside out. there’s so much jake wants to tell you, but—

there’s no rush. you have all the time in the world, after all.

#— reve's ruby '24 🌹#it's just... so cute????#like it made my morning the second i woke up to read it 💗#moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader

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bestest-brackets · 1 month ago

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That concludes Round 1 of the Most in Need of a Hug Bracket!

Sorry for the late update, been very busy lately

Anyway! The next round is likely to go up on Thursday, May 22, although there might be a slight delay. (Don’t worry, after this round I’ll be back on schedule.)

Don’t forget to come vote for your favorite! Full lineup will be below the cut.

Most in Need of a Hug Bracket

Round 2

Coco (Witch Hat Atelier) vs Mono (Little Nightmares II)

Hunter (The Owl House) vs Jason Todd (DC Comics)

Zelda (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom) vs Dante Sparda (Devil May Cry)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts) vs Mizu (Blue Eye Samurai)

Sunny (OMORI) vs Kyle Milton (The WereCleaner)

Misfortune Ramirez Hernandez (Little Misfortune) vs Haymitch Abernathy (The Hunger Games)

Frankenstein’s Monster (Frankenstein) vs Yellow Guy (Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared)

Denji (Chainsaw Man) vs Soren (Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn)

Sigma (Bungo Stray Dogs) vs Evan Kelmp (Misfits and Magic)

Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club) vs Kermit the Frog (Muppets)

Boy (Hunter: The Parenting) vs Siffrin (In Stars and Time)

James “Jim” Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia) vs Alluka Zoldyck/Nanika (Hunter x Hunter)

Sanji (One Piece) vs Erik (The Phantom of the Opera)

Bumble (Warriors) vs Neeko (League of Legends)

Gideon Nav (Gideon the Ninth) vs Merlin (Merlin)

Varian (Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure) vs Eustace Winner (Ace Attorney Investigations: Prosecutor’s Gambit)

Asahina Mafuyu (Project SEKAI: Colorful Stage) vs Molly Blyndeff (Epithet Erased)

Towa (Slow Damage) vs Hershel Layton (Professor Layton)

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers: The Musical) vs The Princess (Slay the Princess)

John Thomas Ward (FAITH: The Unholy Trinity) vs Serizawa Katsuya (Mob Psycho 100)

Torbek (Once Upon a Witchlight) vs Zena (Dragalia Lost)

Kaladin Stormblessed (The Stormlight Archive) vs Adrien Agreste (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir)

Arven (Pokémon Scarlet and Violet) vs Nina Tucker (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Hatake Kakashi (Naruto) vs Angela Orosco (Silent Hill 2)

Ruby Rose (RWBY) vs Ceroba Ketsukane (Undertale Yellow)

Gordon Freeman (Half-Life) vs Amane Momose (MILGRAM)

Homura Akemi (Puella Magi: Madoka Magica) vs Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with a Vampire)

Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death) vs Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls)

The Doctor (Doctor Who) vs Isaac (The Binding of Isaac)

Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone) vs Lucas (Mother 3)

Frodo Baggins (The Lord of the Rings) vs Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs Romano/South Italy (Hetalia)

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skyesdaisys · 2 years ago

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character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: open currently (just wanna try writing again)

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

gossip girl (nate archibald, dan humphrey, blair waldorf, jenny humphrey, serena van der woodsen, vanessa abrams)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), frank langdon (the pitt)

sidenote: I will only write for fear street during spooky season, and to an extent, ahs when I'm in a Mood to do so (so don't request unless it's october or september at the earliest). you can send requests for the other shows and characters anytime and anywhere you want (yellowjackets and gossip girl specifically atm because I'm currently watching/rewatching both right now)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

#yellowjackets x reader #titans x reader #dc titans x reader #fear street x reader #ahs x reader #tsitp x reader #gossip girl x reader #jaiden writes things

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honeysucklevalley · 3 months ago

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Love At First Sight

A cute little Vampire/Reader Oneshot

All of these are crossposted from my AO3 account of the same name 💕

Originally posted 2019-08-06

The small wooden box had called to you, as silly as that seemed. It was beautifully carved, made of smooth mahogany. It was a bit beat up, but after some cleaning, you knew it would be perfect. It was locked, however.

You brought it over to the older lady who was running the community yard sale.

"Mrs. Green, do you know if you have the key for this?" You asked her.

She handed you a bag of keys. "I'm afraid I don't know which one it is, darling. You're free to try them all!"

You found a place to sit and tried key after key. You were at the bottom of the bag when you found it. It was old, very old, and it was black, with a ruby at the top, surrounded by beautiful curls.

You pushed it in, and it clicked.

But it didn't turn. It wouldn't turn, like something was stopping it. Despite that, you bought it, carrying it home safely.

Once you were comfortable in your house, you tried to unlock it again. Finally, your luck set in and it turned. You opened the box and found letters, photographs, jewelry and dried flowers.

You sifted through the letters, looking at each of them. They were all addressed to different people, all girls.

Emilie, Annabelle, Elizabeth, Florance....

You put them aside and looked at the jewelry. Several wedding rings, rosaries and bracelets. The dried flowers varied from rose petals, to forget-me-nots.

You read some of the letters. They all seemed to be love letters, from as far back as the 1600s, all sent by Isaac Alexander.

The other letters were comforting ones, apologizing and wishing him well after his wife died.

"This guy had bad luck..." You mumbled. You felt sympathy for him. You picked up the photos and looked through them.

They were all wedding photos. Beautiful young women, looking so happy, and a man, looking so sincere and so loving. He was tall, you assumed from the photo. Dark hair and dark eyes, and the softest smile you had ever seen.

He got progressively sadder in each picture. You flipped them over and found writing on them. Each had the name of his bride, and on the last, it read as so.

'Marriage to Emilie. I am happier than I seem, although I know I will outlive my beautiful bride, just as the others. My longing for love has left me desperate and lonely. I ask for this one to end differently.'

You placed your hand over your heart. How tragic....

He was undeniably handsome, but....he never aged.

The first photo had taken place in 1609, and the last in 1918.

"What on Earth..." You muttered. You were suddenly brought back to reality when your phone went off. You rushed to answer it.

"Y/N, where are you?! You left me to handle everything!" Your coworker cried.

"I'm so sorry." You quickly breathed. "I-I'll be right there!" You said, hanging up.

You paused, looking at the jewelry in the box. It was considered bad luck to wear someone else's ring, but....one in particular was calling to you.

It was set with crystal clear diamonds, and freshwater pearls. It was made of shining, pure gold, and, conveniently, just your size.

You slipped it on, and admired it for a moment, before rushing out to work.

Your mind was on the interesting man in the photographs the whole day, even while checking people out. Finally, while scanning a customer's items, you glanced up by chance, and immediately dropped the bottle of wine you were holding.

You just stared at him, mouth open and eyes wide.

The poor man looked completely lost, eyes just as wide as yours. "A-are you alright?" He asked quickly.

"I....yes, I..." You said, picking up pieces of glass. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me." You said. You were trying to reassure yourself it was a coincidence he looked just like the man in the photos.

When you lifted your hand, he suddenly jerked forward and grabbed your wrist, staring at the ring on your finger.

"That's....my wife's ring." He told you, eyes wide.

"Oh my God." You said quickly, leaning in. "You're, oh my God." You couldn't even think.

"I think we should talk." He said.

You decided to take your break now.

"Your name wouldn't happen to be Isaac....would it?" You asked.

"It...would be."

"What are you?" You asked.

Isaac looked nervous. Now, you could see really see him, in full color. His hair was pitch black, with the softest honey eyes you'd ever seen, with just the smallest bit of red in them.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..."

"Try me."

He fiddled with his coat. "I'm...a vampire." He said, looking anywhere but you. "I've been through....everything. Black plague, smallpox, the sweating sickness, the bubonic plague, um," he looked at you. "I didn't need to tell you that. I'm sorry, I just..." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Um." You hesitantly touched his shoulder, and when he leaned into you, you got closer. "It's okay, I'm not gonna out you or anything."

"So, I take it Mrs. Green sold you my box."

"Yeah, why'd you sell it anyway? It was full of important memories."

He sighed. "I...already remember them. I can never forget. I just, didn't want to think of that anymore. No matter how hard I try, it always ends up the same." He said, finally looking at you. Oh no, he was crying.

You wrapped your arm around him. "Hey, why don't we get some coffee or something. It's my lunch break anyway."

With a slightly nervous smile, Isaac agreed.

It wasn't a surprise that you two became friends. Close friends. Isaac often fell asleep against you, curled up close. He was very physical with you, always holding your hand, touching you in anyway he could, without weirding you out.

"Isaac," you said. "You can touch me anyway you want, y'know? We're friends, you don't have to be shy." You told him.

He took it seriously, and pulled you close, kissing you. He was careful of his fangs, being sure not to catch you on them.

When he pulled away, you were dazed.

"Like that?" He breathed. His eyes were the most stunning shade of ruby you had ever seen, and you could have sworn he was blushing, had it not been that he was dead.

His eyes softened, and he gently touched your face. "I tried so hard not to fall for you, y/n. I didn't want to lose you...but it didn't work, it never works." He hiccuped.

You watched him, expression soft. "Isaac..."

"I've lost everyone..." He said, grasping fistfuls of your shirt. "I can't lose you too.."

"...when the time comes, Isaac, I want you to turn me. So we can be together, forever. Okay?"

"Promise?" He asked, holding your hands tight.

"I promise Isaac." You said, sealing it with a kiss.

#vampire/reader #vampire romance #self insert #reader insert #fluffy #slight angst #oc/reader #monster oc/reader #monster oc #monster/reader #monster/human #monster lover #monster fucker #sfw writing #honeysucklevalley #archive of our own #ao3 writer

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blues-valentine · 2 years ago

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I am still trying to figure out if I liked the final season of Sex Education because some things felt off. I liked it a little bit more than Season 3 but I still get the feeling it was off. I didn’t feel Otis got any character development because he remained with a lot of his toxics patterns from Season 1 and didn’t apologize for any of them. The finale made it seem like everything was fine again but he was consistently awful all season.

Aimee and Eric had the most consistent arcs since Season 1 and remained till the end the best characters along with Jean. The new characters I liked them because they added new topics of discussions but it was also hard to care about them as a whole. I feel like there were a lot of characters such as Viv, Jackson, Cal and Isaac that that deserved a lot more but I am okay with their ending. Not much to say about Adam, I think his arc was very well done. Ruby (and Ruby x Otis) remains one of their biggest fumbles because they had the biggest potential. I genuinely still find Maeve and Otis one of those couples that the writers insist are show stopping but are just boring to watch.

#sex education #sex education season 4 #sex ed s4 #sex ed season 4 #otis milburn #eric effiong #aimee gibbs #ruby matthews #rubyotis #jean milburn

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theguywithaplan · 1 year ago

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List of Video Games Turning 10 Years Old in 2024

Alien: Isolation

Assassin's Creed: Rogue (the one where you play as an Assassin turned Templar.)

Assassin's Creed: Unity (the one set during the French Revolution.)

Atelier Escha & Logy: Alchemists of the Dusk Sky

Azure Striker Gunvolt

The Banner Saga

Bayonetta 2

The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth

BioShock Infinite: Burial at Sea (the DLC where you go back to Rapture)

A Bird Story (a sort of spin-off of "To the Moon")

BlazBlue: Chrono Phantasma

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel! (is this a sequel to 1 or a prequel to 1? I forgor)

Bravely Default (in North America)

Broken Sword 5: The Serpent's Curse

Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare (the one with K*vin Sp*cey)

Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker

Castlevania: Lords of Shadow 2 (to date, the last new Castlevania game to release)

Child of Light

The Crew (going offline at the end of March)

D4: Dark Dreams Don't Die (a wonderfully strange game from the guy that made Deadly Premonition)

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (in North America)

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (in North America)

Dark Souls II

Deception IV: Blood Ties

Demon Gaze

Diablo III: Reaper of Souls

Disney Infinity 2.0

Divinity: Original Sin (from the team that would go on to make Baldur's Gate 3)

Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze

Dragon Age: Inquisition (the winner of GOTY at the very first TGAs)

Drakengard 3

Earth Defense Force 2025 (EDF! EDF! EDF!)

The Evil Within (from the creative director of Resident Evil)

Fable Anniversary

Fairy Fencer F

Far Cry 4

Freedom Planet

Guilty Gear Xrd Sign

Hyrule Warriors

Inazuma Eleven (in North America. And digital only.)

Infamous: Second Son (as well as its expansion, First Light)

Kirby: Triple Deluxe

The Last of Us Remastered (just one year after the original version came out...)

The Legend of Korra (the game from PlatinumGames that you can't buy anymore)

Lego Batman 3: Beyond Gotham

Lego The Hobbit

The Lego Movie Videogame

Lethal League (from the team that would go on to make Bomb Rush Cyberfunk)

Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII (the third and final chapter of the Final Fantasy XIII trilogy)

Lisa: The Painful (yes, really)

LittleBigPlanet 3

Lords of the Fallen (not to be confused with Lords of the Fallen, which came out in 2023)

Mario Golf: World Tour

Mario Kart 8 (the original version)

Metal Gear Solid: Ground Zeroes (the prologue to Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, which came out 18 months later)

Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor

Might & Magic X: Legacy

Murdered: Soul Suspect (it's like Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective, but not as good)

Natural Doctrine

Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty! (a from the ground up remake of the first Oddworld game from 1997)

Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures 2 (yes, it got a sequel. I don't know how or why.)

Persona 4 Arena Ultimax

Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth

Pokemon Omega Ruby & Pokemon Alpha Sapphire

Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy (the last time that Professor Layton himself was the protagonist. At least, until the New World of Steam comes out)

Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Pushmo World

Risen 3: Titan Lords

Sacred 3

Samurai Warriors 4

Shadowrun: Dragonfall

Shantae and the Pirate's Curse (the 3rd one)

Sherlock Holmes: Crimes and Punishments

Shovel Knight (yes, really)

Skylanders: Trap Team (the 4th one)

Sniper Elite III

Sonic Boom: Rise of Lyric

Sonic Boom: Shattered Crystal

South Park: The Stick of Truth

Steins;Gate (in North America)

Strider (the one from Double Helix)

Sunset Overdrive

Super Smash Bros. for Wii U and Nintendo 3DS (or Smash 4 for short)

Tales of Xillia 2

Tales of Hearts R

The Talos Principle

Theatrhythm Final Fantasy: Curtain Call

Thief (the reboot)

This War of Mine

Toukiden: The Age of Demons

Transformers: Rise of the Dark Spark (this game merged the storyline of the War for/Fall of Cybertron games with the storyline of the Michael Bay movies. I’m not joking)

Transistor

Valiant Hearts: The Great War

The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

The Walking Dead: Season Two

Wasteland 2

Watch Dogs

The Witch and the Hundred Knight

The Wolf Among Us (sequel this year!)

Wolfenstein: The New Order

Yaiba: Ninja Gaiden Z

Yoshi's New Island

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roxygenize · 2 months ago

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Pnat x Steven Universe on the mind rn

I think that it would be fun if Max were a defective Peridot. Cuz he’d be black and I DID look this up peridot only comes in olive green but FUCK u they have magnetism and SO DOES MAX he is a DEFECTIVE BLACK PERIDOT

All the AC would be defective in some way

I imagine that Isabel is a Ruby. A weirdly big Solo Ruby. She’s so big compared 2 other Rubies. Maybe like the height of a Quartz

Ed is a Sapphire because fuck u Ruby and Sapphire love 2 duo and they duo HERE! They’re defective because they have two eyes!!! And their clairvoyance comes in the form of creating art; they can’t see it unless they put brush 2 paper

Isaac is a Blue Tourmaline and he’s defective in the good old rebellion way. I imagine that he isn’t SPECIFICALLY created or made with a defect like the others, but instead got zapped by one of them lightning sticks or something. Now his powers r 2 much for him and he’s got crazy scarring

Dimitri would be a Jasper, and he’s defective in a rebellion way as well. He was a commander like SU Jasper, but chose a life of peace instead.

Spender is weird cuz he has to be both light and shadow. I think that he’d be a Fluorite. Completely invisible until he starts to glow, maybe. Has glow powers and can manipulate the darkness through them

Okay that’s it bye

#paranatural #steven universe #pnat su #roxy rambles

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femmehysteria · 2 years ago

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Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

#best character named x #poll #poll game #my post

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restinslices · 10 months ago

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Hi, since you opened requests again, I wanna ask you something.

Can you write a Heather x Kate from Fear Street oneshot?

Like, in an AU where they both lives.

Basically, Heather wakes up from a nightmare about the night where she was almost killed and about all the horrors she and the others had to endure, but Kate is there to confort her and reassure her it's all over, and that they're all safe.

I need more content about this ship, so I trust you with this.

I have never heard of Heather and Kate being a ship, so I wasn’t really sure how to write their dynamic but I did my best!

If Heather had to describe how she felt, it'd be a pretty simple description

Absolute terror.

She sustained multiple injuries in her struggle, including a sliced belly and stab to her shoulder. What hurt the most however, was feeling the knife go straight through her hand - which she raised in an attempt to defend herself - and enter her chest. Her throat felt like it was being torn open with the loud scream she let out.

Practically everything hurt. Even areas she hadn't been stabbed in hurt like hell. Her legs felt weak, her veins cold, her head throbbing, her throat dry. Was this the end? Had she worked so hard to save enough money to get out of Shadyside, only to be killed by a masked assailant?

Curiosity clawed at her. If she was gonna die, she at least wanted to know who it was. Her other hand gripped the mask and tugged it off their face.

What had Heather expected? Someone she knew from class. An ex maybe. Even an old creep who couldn't accept that he was way too old to flirt with her would've been better than who was actually behind the mask.

“Ryan?” his name left her bloody lips. “Ryan please, it's me! It's me!”. Her best friend just stared down at her, no hint of remorse in his eyes.

Just as quickly as she was making eye contact with him, a loud shot was heard and blood spurt from his head.

The blood covered her vision as if all of it was poured directly into her eyes. Everything was covered in crimson. She couldn't even see the outline of Ryan's body.

Everything slowly started to take shape again. Slowly… slowly… slowly… she sat bolt upright and looking around. Ryan was gone. She was back in the bookstore.

“What the fuck…” she muttered to herself. What was happening? She stood up and looked down at her hand. No blood. Not even a cut.

She had to get the fuck out of there. She might lose her job for failing to stock the remaining books, but to hell with that job. She'd find another. She made a bolt for the gate. She lifted the gate up and made her way out the store, only having just stepped out and glanced to her right when she saw the familiar skull mask. She had no time to scream. Her throat was slashed before she could even open her mouth.

Ryan shoved her against a wall and stabbed her in the belly. Once, twice, three times, four times, five… he kept going and going, becoming more savage as the stab count increased.

Then the setting changed again and she was free from any wounds.

It kept happening. Over and over again she'd be killed by Ryan, only to wake in a new location and free from all previous wounds. As the loop continued, more infamous Shadyside killers came. Tommy Slater, Ruby Lane, Harry Rooker, Ed Carson, William Barker, Isaac Milton, Pastor Cyrus Miller, every single killer.

She had lost count of how many times the loop repeated. She had lost count of who had killed her the most. All she knew was that she felt utter horror. She could never win. It didn't matter how hard she fought back, how fast she ran, where she hid. She would always lose.

She sat in the furthest corner of the bookstore, her knees to her chest and arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She was shaking too much to move. She had managed to actually close the gate, but she knew they'd get her anyway. They always did.

Whimpers left her lips. “Please just leave me alone” she pleaded in her head. She could hear someone shaking the gate. They got angrier and angrier. She buried her face against her knees. Tears fell from her eyes. Every part of her hurt.

“Heather!” someone called for her. She shook her head frantically. Now they talked?! “Heather!”.

“No no no” she cried. “No no no no please just leave me alone”.

“Heather!” The voice said louder.

“I said leave me alone!”

“Heather, wake up!”.

She gasped and sat up. She looked around frantically in search of where she was now. “Heather”. She jumped when she heard her name. She looked over at the source, only to see Kate looking at her with concern in her eyes.

“They're coming!”.

Kate shook her head at her words. Her hands found Heather's and her thumbs rubbed against her softly.

“It was just a nightmare”

“No-”

Kate pinched at her own skin and pulled it, which confused Heather. “There's signs when you're asleep. In your dreams, your skin stretches far as shit. You see this?”. She made a point of showing that her skin hardly stretched at all, “this is how skin is supposed to be. You're awake”.

She was awake now.

Thank fuck.

Heather leaned back against the bedframe and took a deep breath. The nightmare was over. At least for now. Who knew what she'd see when she eventually went back to sleep. “Maybe we should get you a new bandage” Kate and Heather both looked down at her bandaged hand.

“Yeah. We probably should”.

The first part of her nightmare was true. Her best friend had tried to take her life, and in an attempt to defend herself, she raised her hand up. The knife went straight through and punctured her chest. Thankfully, it didn't go deep enough to hit her heart or lungs. She'd be a goner if that was the case. Maybe that would've been better.

Heather helped changed Kate's bandages - Ryan had really fucked them both up -, then Kate helped Heather with hers. First she applied a new one to her torso, then unwrapped the one on her hand. Not much time had passed since they broke the curse, so her hand still looked terrible. She couldn't really use it too much either.

Healing took for-fucking-ever.

Her eyes found her reflection in the mirror. Was Ryan the corpse or was she? Her skin had gotten paler, her eyes had bags under them, her hair was frazzled and looked terrible after she cut some of it when she was sad, and her posture had gotten pretty bad. Kate said it was probably because kept avoiding sleep, so her body was always hunched over because it was on the verge of falling asleep. Heather hadn't known if that was true, but she knew one thing-

“I look like shit”.

Kate looked in the mirror, then up at her girlfriend. “Bullshit. You look exactly how I would expect someone in your shoes to look”.

“I've put on a few-”

“Who gives a shit?”. Kate checked to make sure her hand was properly bandaged, then put the first aid kit back in the bathroom closet. “We survived undead killers. Who gives a fuck if we've gained weight?”.

Easy for her to say. Kate still looked gorgeous with her perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect eyes, perfect outfit, perfect everything. Heather felt like she looked like dog shit in comparison to her. She had these thoughts often enough for Kate to be able to respond with “you feel like shit so you think you look like shit, but you don't”.

“Sure”.

Kate sighed. She grabbed her hands, making Heather look at her instead of the mirror.

“Listen, you and I both know I'm not good at this comforting shit. You look fine. Everytime you say something I think is stupid, I'm just gonna twist your nipple. Okay?”. Kate didn't even wait for a response. She said what she said then walked past Heather and towards her kitchen, leaving Heather feeling comforted by her words but also not exactly knowing how to react to the nipple threat.

Her feet carried her out the bathroom and to the kitchen, where she watched Kate pull out some snacks from the pantry. “I brought a few tapes. The Lost Boys, The Outsiders, Teen Wolf, some other shit I can't remember”. Heather and Kate had made an agreement that horror movies were no longer on the table. The Lost Boys didn't count because Jami Gertz, whom they both had a crush on, was in it. “I'm also making popcorn. You want some?”.

“What I want is a few Percocets if you still have them”.

It was meant to be a joke… somewhat. Half of Heather was joking while the other half desperately wanted anything to help her relax. Joke or not, Kate rushed over and twisted one of her nipples. “Ow!” Heather exclaimed, hand now holding her boob. “That wasn't stupid!”.

“To me it was” Kate argued back. “I'm not giving you any of that shit. Have you lost your mind?”.

“Why not? Doesn't it help people relax?”

“Ugh!” Kate rolled her eyes and waved her off. She slid the snacks in a big bowl, no longer caring about standing there and making popcorn. “We're watching The Outsiders” she said while walking around Heather and to the living room. Heather stayed on her heels, not willing to let the conversation go. The more she thought about it, the more her joke seemed like a good idea.

“You're a drug dealer Kate. This should make you happy”. Kate just scoffed in response. “Just one!”.

“No,” she said firmly. She set the bowl down then turned to face Heather, and to her surprise Kate actually looked serious. Pinched low brows, a frown, hands on her hips. Kate wasn't often serious. She wasn't incapable of being serious, but she was often too busy joking around with Simon to act like that. And she was hardly ever upset with Heather. Especially after the incident. She was full of that “treasure the people around you” shit.

“Okay, firstly it was meant as a joke”

“A terrible one”

Now it was Heather's turn to roll her eyes. “You sell to everyone, but not me? You see I can't relax”

“So you want me to help you become a fiend? Do you see how people act when they're addicted?” she grabbed Heather's shoulders to keep her in place so they could make eye contact. “I'm not letting that happen to you”.

Heather pushed her hands off with a groan before flopping down on the couch. She crossed her arms over her chest, which made Kate say “don't pout”.

“I'm not”.

Kate stood there, debating on something in her mind. Whatever it was, Heather didn't know. All she knew was that ultimately Kate decided to sit down next to her. “It's over,” she said. “The curse is over. Nick Goode is dead”.

He was the lucky one. He was dead. He wasn't tormented by nightmares like she was. He didn't live with memories he wanted to forget, or have any scars that would stay his whole life, or have a best friend that everyone thought was a cold blooded killer.

Heather looked down at her bandaged hand. Yeah. He was the lucky one. “I can't sleep,” she whispered. “I can't eat. I can't relax. I'm just on edge all the time, and my best friend is forever gonna be remembered as a guy that just snapped”. She couldn't make herself look at Kate. She didn't want her pity. “How are you so calm about everything?”.

Kate thought for a moment, her fingers beating on her knees as she did. Finally, she spoke. “People think the same thing about Tommy. And Ruby. And every other person with their names on that wall. You can't dwell on it”

“Can't dwell on it?”

“You're gonna end up how Ziggy was. Just sitting in your house going crazy. You can't change what happened or how people will think. Heather, look at me”. She forced herself to meet Kate's soft brown perfect eyes. “It's over. They're not being used anymore. And if it's Ryan you're thinking about, I think out of everyone in Shadyside, he'd want you to know the truth”.

She never really thought of it that way. All of them were free now, no longer slaves for some twisted family with an ironic last name. And if some part of Ryan was still in there, he'd be grateful that he was free and he'd be grateful that Heather knew that he never wanted to hurt her.

It was still hard to imagine him gone.

“It's a hard pill to swallow”. Kate nodded at Heather's words.

“Your dreams will get better. And while they're still nightmares-” she carefully grabbed Heather's hand, “I'll be here”.

“And when they're no longer nightmares?”.

“I'll still be here”.

For once out of that entire day, she felt soothed. Calm even. Her nightmare was behind her.

Mere words wouldn't change their circumstances. Both of them were aware of this. They'd both continue to live with the scars forever. Both mentally and physically.

They'd continue to wake up in a cold sweat with their hearts beating wildly in their chest. They'd continue to look over their shoulders wherever they went. They'd continue to be quiet about their fears because only a few select people knew the truth about Shadyside and Sunnyvale history.

But as long as Kate was apart of that select few,

Heather was sure she'd be fine.

#fear street #fear street 1994 #fear street netflix #fear street trilogy #fear street 1978 #fear street 1666 #heather watkins #kate schmidt #fear street kate #Fear street heather

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