#I’m gonna turn this into a keychain when I have time

[compaculaaa]

Can we the sg babies ?

Save the child

[freakylilnutjob]

idk what spirit or entity possessed me to wake up at 4:30am, immediately open the band camino app, and then go to the store tab, but THANK FUCK it did because I just ordered two shirts that they haven’t had in the shop since before I became a fan and a fucking autographed copy of tryhard

WHAT

[victory-cookies]

god I’m so torn. I have a few things I really buy rn but realistically I don’t think I can afford all of them. So I’m trying to weigh what I should let myself but bc I haven’t bought myself anything nice in a while

[d3arapril]

modern!ellie headcanons

my take on modern ellie. why? cos i love her 🙄 pls enjoy! feedback appreciated as alwayssss~ <3

✧ warnings: brief we3d mention but other than that, none! just ellie being ellie. safe for all audiences!

ellie was quite reserved when u first met and now ur dating she can still shut down sometimes but she's working on it

she's quiet if she doesn't know u...if ur close... ur gonna wish u weren't

literally NEVER shuts up sometimes?? she can be like one of those wind up toys and chatter on and on for HOURS if she's in the right mood

knows random facts about the most obscure things

"babe did u know that there are more than 60,000 tree species on earth??" *silence* "uhhh.... thanks el?"

CHRONICALLY ONLINE!!! knows every meme under the sun, would still use xD un-ironically if u didn't bully her for it

her tiktok screentime is probably like 7 hours a day bc she could spend endless hours just laying in bed scrolling, u get home from work/school and she's sent u 30 messages. u watch every single one <3

she's fairly active on instagram but doesn't really care about followers etc... just posts random photos whenever she feels like it and has several photo dumps dedicated to her fav pics of u. has a highlight called ‘❤️’ with pics of u

would comment on other ppls tiktoks but not post her own vids.. she’s a bit of a troll sometimes LOL

bites her nails/fingers all the time til they bleed... it's a habit

u got her the nail polish that tastes nasty to try and help her reduce the amount she bites her nails but she just started enjoying the taste of it 😐

"i thought this was supposed to taste bad???" she'd ask u with a thumb shoved in her mouth

so obviously gets bitches but is so oblivious to her surroundings and doesn't notice people ogling at her whenever you're walking around together

however if people are looking at u?? its on sight

gets very jealous very easily and has a mad short temper. lowkey toxic sometimes

will wear an 'i love my girlfriend' t-shirt without even being asked because..she loves u..duh?

leaves u notes all around ur home... u open the fridge and she's written on the empty carton of milk that she left in the fridge :/

'i love u ps were out of milk :('

wears flannels/hoodies, vests/plain tshirts and baggy jeans (maybe skinny jeans if she’s feeling crazy. u tell her she’s outdated) with converse every day. 'lesbian uniform' she calls it...

carabiner queen but doesn't actually have any keys attached to it, just keychains... her fav is the spiderman one she won at the arcade. also has a fidget cube attached. Locked And Loaded

tobey maguire is her favourite spiderman :) closely followed by andrew garfield. she says she’d probably have a crush on him if she liked boys. also loves wanda.. obviously

listens to old 2016 rap.. fetty wap has been in her top 5 spotify artists for the past 2 years

also listens to deftones (her fav songs are teenager and cherry waves btw)

uses wired earphones still because she can’t let go.. they’re busted and chewed up to hell but somehow are still going strong

i’m a strong believer that ellie would LOVE watching berleezy and quotes his videos ALL THE TIME. it's "..and bricked.... hello!" whenever she sees u looking nice (which is all the time to her)

knows all the fnaf lore (somehow?? shes never even played it)

super light sleeper, always tossing and turning and she's actually fallen out of bed several times bc she gets so ridiculously restless

always sleeps in until she only has around 15 mins left to get ready. is somehow rarely late

she has no skincare routine but has perfect skin 🙄 just washes her face with some random cheap face wash she found on sale and moisturises when she remembers. she also doesn’t use conditioner bc she ‘doesn’t believe in it’ but has soft hair? tf

always staring at u? she frowns a lot but when she looks at u her entire face softens and she has that lil half smile that she doesn’t even realise she’s doing

u guys have an intricate secret handshake that she practised in her own time so she could get it right

her journal is full of sketches of u, poems about u… girl is so in love sometimes it scares her a lil

made a scrapbook for ur birthday full of everything she’s kept from everywhere u have been together, she even kept the stickers from ur starbucks drinks and stuck them in there <3

wrote a lil song for u and waited until ur bday to sing it to u for the first time… she got so embarrassed straight after so she just hid under the covers

big ol stoner! if u dont like weed she won’t smoke when she’s with u but if u also smoke/don’t mind she’ll loooove to smoke w u. gave u her fav grinder as a token of her love

tried to make special brownies but u both burnt them to a crisp 😔 el tries so hard to be optimistic (for once) “it’s fine babe we can just eat it anyway” “ellie it’s literally crumbling when u touch it…”

tried to stick n poke herself several times but couldn’t commit so she just has unfinished pieces on her upper thighs

loves head scratches and pants like a dog when u scratch the right spot

is this emoji 🧍🏼‍♀️ frequently

that’s all folks (for now……) …. i love her

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Please do something for ethan with the new ig video jack champion posted today. My jaw is on the FLOOR those biceps are!!!!!

Noy a gym guy person, but we've all watched this video

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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You were on your way to leave your dorm to get coffee when you saw Ethan's keys on your desk chair. You knew it was his from the Spiderman keychain you got him in a 2$ machine — which matched with your Spider Gwen’s. They must have fallen from his backpack when he left last night.

You took them with you and texted him about it as you went down the stairs. His dorm keys were on there, he’s gonna need them today. 

You got a response while you were in line at the campus café. 

Ethan: Shit, my dorm keys! I have a business class in two hours...

You: I have nothing until 10am, I could bring them to you? 

Ethan: If it's not too much trouble

Ethan: I'm at the gym outside campus 

Ethan: You're an angel 😘 

It took you a moment to find the gym Ethan had mentioned. When you stepped in, you quickly looked around for your boyfriend. You expected to find him on a treadmill or lifting weights with Chad, not to be on a boxing ring.

Your jaw dropped in awe as you observed Ethan on the ring, skillfully throwing punches left and right at a guy donned in a pair of punching mitts — assumingly his trainer. A veil of sweat glistened on his skin, and his curly hair clung slightly damp around the edges of his face. He was quick on his feet, his focus on the guy before him intense as he absorbed instructions. 

Not wanting to disturb them, you stayed on the side and watched the defined muscles of his biceps flex every time he punched one of the mitts. You even heard his training grunts, which made your core clench. How were you going to concentrate in class after seeing this?

His trainer called a break, and Ethan caught you below the ring. He undid the boxing gloves and lifted the rope to get down. 

Before he could say anything, you grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him hard. He kissed you back, but didn't let you drag it too long as there were people around. 

‘’Eh, hi.’’ Ethan mumbled, glancing down with a shy smile as he hadn't anticipated such a warm greeting. ‘’Thank you for dropping my keys—’’

‘’Since when do you do boxing? And why haven't you told me?’’ 

He shrugged, taking a long swig from his water bottle.  ‘’I didn’t think it would interest you.’’ 

‘’Have you seen yourself up there? Makes me want to climb you like a tree.’’ Your hands traced up his chest and down his arms, your mind filled up with ideas of things you wanted to do to him. 

Ethan’s cheeks turned red at your words. ‘’I’m sweaty…’’

Discarding his warning, you kissed him again, pawing at his body and letting him know how turned on you were from watching him box on the ring. Once again, Ethan was taken aback by your kiss, but quickly recovered and kissed back, his arms encircling your waist. He pulled you closer, giving his all into this kiss and momentarily forgot that he was in a public gym.

‘’Get it, Ethan!’’ you heard Chad holler from close by, cheering his roommate.

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[k-marzolf]

Thots about Marine!Billy…

(Canon typical violence, blood, attachment issues, obsession, dark themes, fem.)

Billy had his rifle over his lap, waiting for the enemy to make a move. It had been an ambush, and a lot of their men had died. One who’d joked with Billy earlier that day and played cards with him and Frank the night before, they had to leave behind as he bled out, screaming.

Billy was covered in his blood, and shaking, insides quivering. He’d always hated attachments. His mother proved that relationships were ephemeral. That people were after themselves.

But he mourned that man’s death whether he admitted it or not, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out your keychain he’d swiped. It was a pigtailed blonde vampire from a game you were obsessed with. He took you with him at every mission through its presence, but was careful not to let the other men see. He’d kill someone over that little red and black sparkly fanged thing if they tried taking it.

He didn’t understand his vicious attachment to the thing, other than it was a sharp reminder he was loved like a double edged sword, you had promised to wait for him. The promise of someone waiting at home for him was sweet.

He pressed his mouth to it, and swore he could smell your perfume clinging to it. Or maybe he was just goddamn tired, and hallucinating.

He quickly pocketed it as Frank moved over, a wry grin on his face. “Gonna accidentally swallow that keychain eventually, Bill?” He asked teasingly, passing a flask to Billy.

Billy choked on the moonshine. “It’s nothin’.” He hedged, wiping his chin.

Frank looked out into the desert. It was quiet right now. The calm before the storm. He turned back. “What woman gave it to you?” He asked, taking the flask back, drinking from it himself.

Billy’s jaw ticked. He didn’t want to share you with anyone. He wanted to keep your sweet memory and his infatuation to himself. Mostly he didn’t want to look like a fool when he returned and you had inevitably found someone else, and moved out of 2B. That you didn’t want to be buried with him anymore like Morticia Addams.

“We can be like those skeletons found holding each for thousands of years. Decomposing together until we turn to dust, and all that’s left of us are memory we once existed.” You had said, tucking hair behind his ear, sitting on the fire escape with him while he smoked.

“They’ll say, who’s this asshole with the pretty girl.” He said, blowing out smoke.

You giggled. “I’d be bones.”

He looked at you, “The memory you loved is enough.”

You had picked at your sweater. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Billy cupped your chin, “I gotta. Boss says so.”

“I’ll put a horse head in his bed.” You said fiercely, chin jutting out.

He laughed, shaking his head. “The Corleone’s would be proud.”

You leaned into his touch. “You’re mine.”

“Yeah, I’m yours.” He said, resigned.

Frank sat down next to him, and didn’t press any further, and Billy was relieved, as he closed his pockets, not wanting to risk losing you. And just in time.

Forces were coming towards their hiding spot, shouts over their heads, and they readied their weapons. Frank turned to Billy. “You get home to her, so you can give her a kiss.” He said roughly, turning and firing at someone, his shot going through the guy’s head, dropping him.

In the darkness, Billy’s cheeks turned pink as they burned. But he didn’t have a chance to respond as someone shot at him, missing by a hair’s breadth away.

He would come home to you. He swore it.

He wanted your macabre embrace when life finally claimed you both.

.

.

.

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[woojungz]

their love languages! 💭🎀

❝ xikers x gn!reader

𓂃𓈒 finally wrote something for all 10 members(⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^)

word count: 1.5k

( likes and reblogs appreciated!♡ )

✧𓂃𓈒MINJAE.

i'm a firm believer that minjae is so huge on words of affirmation. he's already written roadys long messages before, like i’m saying 'essay long' messages, thanking us for keeping up with them and having fun last tour. he loves pouring his all through heartfelt words he tells you at random times of the day, whether it be through text or if you're hanging out together. tells you he loves you everytime he can, the members even cringing whenever he does that in front of everyone else. they don't let him catch a break😭 the other way around, i think he also likes receiving words of affirmation. remember that one fancall where he asked a roady why they love him? as his s/o, let him know how well he's doing as a leader please. he also incredibly cherishes quality time with you because as the group leader, he doesn't get all the time in the world to be with you even if he wanna :(

✧𓂃𓈒JUNMIN.

i'm not sure if this counts as words of affirmation, but i'll just say it is. junmin really loves updating you throughout the day, like i'm saying tons of messages consisting of his selfies, food he's eaten, and places he's been too. dude is gonna blow up your phone at this point😭 but you don't really mind. even though you're not right there beside him, you feel like you are, because it's like he tells you updates of every single move he makes for the day. you literally have a collection of his photos he sent you, in your gallery. you're actually suprised it's a lot more than the pictures you've taken yourself?! he also really loves to do acts of service for you, he's actually one of the members that keeps their dorm mess free. so if there were times you're stressed or too occupied with work that you weren't able to pay attention to other things around you, junmin will do his best to help ease your workload!

✧𓂃𓈒SUMIN.

i like to think sumin is really into gift giving, and the things he gives you are really personal which makes it a lot more special. he really enjoys having you as his subject in his paintings of drawings, and would love to gift it to you once he's finished. also, you can't miss the sweet messages he leaves you behind the paper of the drawings! everyone knows sumin owns a lot of keychains right, literally his keychains weigh more than the bag it's attached to😭 he'd let you take anything from his collection, and would sometimes even buy you new ones! aside from that, even though we see him sometimes reject physical touch with the members, he'd initiate it himself with you. if you guys are living together, you'd maybe wanna marry him already because this guy knows how to maintain a home. this paragraph is gonna get longer if i explain, so i'll have it at just that.

✧𓂃𓈒JINSIK.

he's kinda on the same level of sumin when it comes to gift giving. our jinsik is an artist right? so he'd spent most of his time making drawings for you so you can turn it into your phone wallpaper! or even does short animations for you, like that stuff takes such a long time and jinsik would just spend his whole day making it for you. sometimes you'd catch him drawing something, but he suddenly hides it from you because he says he wants it to be a surprise!! also this guy is a real enjoyer of quality time too. whenever his family would be going somewhere, he'd want you to tag along with them. it makes him so happy to see all his favorite people in one place together :(

✧𓂃𓈒HYUNWOO.

i don't know if this is kinda unexpected but if you look closely, hyunwoo really likes physical touch. this boy always needs to hug you everytime you meet. and those times where you thought he was making kissy faces to you as a joke so you never reciprocate it, yeah... he was being fr that he wants a kiss. you just realize it when he suddenly sulks beside you as if there was a random rain cloud that manifested on top of his head, that suddenly his mood got sad. but once you do kiss him then he's already back to happy! also, he really likes to backhug you. at first he might be kind of cautious with physical touch if the other members could see, because he's often the center of their teasing. but as time went on, he actually didn't care anymore, he's gonna hug you whenever he wanna!!

✧𓂃𓈒JUNGHOON.

our hoonie really loves quality time with you! everytime he's free from schedule, all he really wants to do is spend the time to explore food spots with you (he really enjoys eating). he'd drag you along to places you've never been to before so you guys could try the randomest food ever. oftentimes he doesn't really show much expression right, so you also love it when you get to eat with him because he gets very extra while eating. especially when the food is good, you'll get to witness a bunch of reactions from him! just like hyunwoo, he's suprisingly into physical touch with you. no one of the members expected that at all! he'd like to have his hand somewhere on you, just making sure that there's no one else around to see this side of him. it's like he doesn't even expect himself to act like that, it's just because he's so in love with you he unconsciously wants to touch you all the time😭

✧𓂃𓈒SEEUN.

he's just some guy that has a lot of love to give😔 i like to think he enjoys giving all the love languages to his s/o, he's really sweet overall as a boyfriend. he would wanna devote himself to you. he's really heavily leaning on physical touch though, like randomly kisses you in moments you don't expect (i mean, this dude kisses his members randomly and even kisses the camera itself when it's on him😭). he can't sit still without having his hand on you all the time. also this guy doesn't like being locked up in their dorms whenever they don't have any schedules, so he's quickly ringing your phone up to ask you to spend time with him, hence another quality time enjoyer.

✧𓂃𓈒YUJUN.

physical touch on top when it comes to him!! sometimes the members have expressed that yujun gets so touchy, and he gives the best hugs. such a cute cuddler you know. everywhere you guys are spotted together, yujun always has a hand around your shoulder, waist, or his favorite: entangled with your hand too. if he's standing near you, he's not gonna let a gap between you too happen, your shoulders need to be touching😭 sometimes how question if he can even exist without being beside you all the time. goodluck dealing with him because it seems like yujun has a never ending amount of energy. also!! quality time with him in the form of playing video games together.

✧𓂃𓈒HUNTER.

he actually said it himself when another roady asked him!! hunter really enjoys quality time. even before then, this guy really loves to travel to different countries. he tells you he'd love to take you there some time, doesn't really care if he's been there for the hundredth time, as long as he sees the smile on your face that you're happy to spend time with him. even locally, he enjoys hanging out at parks and aquariums so expect a lot of your dates to be at those places. another is that hunter loves to give you gifts. it's not just ordinary gifts, he loves to give you ones that he could always see you using. mostly it'll be clothes or accessories, and it makes him really happy to see you show up for dates wearing his gifts :(

✧𓂃𓈒YECHAN.

he's kinda new to this relationship thing, very awkward at first. a stark contrast to how you met him, he's really extroverted right. it's honestly kinda cute to see him try his hardest in doing all the couple things he thought he has to do, so let him know that he can breath sometimes and just be himself!! he tries to ask for relationship advice from his hyungs, sometimes it backfires on him because he accidentally understands it a different way. so then he resorted to asking his older sisters instead. he may struggle a bit with words (in the relationship), even though he's normally so talkative. so he likes to express his love through actions. he remembers your favorite things, would love to buy you gifts even though there's no really occasion. and mostly tries to help you any way he could!! please notice how hard he tries to show acts of service!

[z00oo1]

Joel Miller Recs

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She’s a Gun @cowgurrrl

Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family

Big Fan Big Fan II @atinylittlepain

Joel is smitten. But he's having a hard time figuring out when she's being real and when she's just acting.

Feeling You @peterparkersnose

Y/N confesses something to Joel she shouldn’t have when she saw him awake for the first time in weeks after his accident

Unexpected Expecting @atinylittlepain

Joel Miller x pregnant!f!reader

From Love and Life @bubbles-for-all-of-us

you're heavily pregnant but your medical assistant is needed in a close by town. 

We Bleed Together @bubbles-for-all-of-us

What if instead of loosing Sarah, Joel lost you - the mother of his two children and the person who had built him up to a better man.

If the door was open series @heartpascal

months of travelling with joel and ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.

Something is rotten @heartpascal

arriving in jackson brings painful feelings, and even worse conversations.

All my faith @heartpascal

Joel finding a little girl after the outbreak (before Ellie),

to do the right thing @pedgeitopascal

When you find out that you’re pregnant, getting rid of it seems to be the only option you have but when it doesn't go as planned, you think of another solution.

oneshot @firsttimewriter92

Joel's time being taken up by another woman

Survive @alloftheimagines

Ellie stays back to keep an eye on Joel so reader gets kidnapped

pieces of our path @atinylittlepain

Joel request please!Reader collects keychains from the different states/places she travels

i’m yours baby @youlightmeupfinn

you can't help but feel inferior when two women throw themselves at joel upon you moving to jackson.

I never stopped loving you I never stopped loving you II @musings-of-a-rose

The disciple @floralsandthesauce

y/n and Ellie have been taken by David and his loyal company.

Man I hate Golf @j0elmill3r

Oneshot @forever-rogue

reader gets hurt protecting Ellie

Needle and thread @uhlunaro

You picked on someone twice your size, and Joel begrudgingly patches you up.

The cure @alloftheimaginess

reader swaps places with Ellie and reader is the one Joel rescues.

Your Bear Your Bear II @rrickgrrimes8

Joel Miller doesn’t just lose Sarah that night but his other daughter too

Oneshot @secondsistershelby

Healing You @astrid-sorensen

A long 12 years after Sarah’s death, Joel can’t seem to open up to you again. But you’re never gonna stop trying.

Code Red @softlyspector

Joel finds out that its the reader's turn to go on patrol. And he is not okay

Settled @softlyspector

Joel and Ellie are finally mostly settled in Jackson. Joel just wants to take care of you, but you find it hard to let some things go.

Too Late @alloftheimagines

in which joel makes the decision to stay in jackson out of fear,

Oneshot @forever-rogue

Joel teaching reader how to swim

Slice of Paradise @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Joel dream of having a farmhouse comes true.

Butterfly @bubbles-for-all-of-us

When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive.

Darling Don’t You Cry @pagesfromthevoid

In an Instant @mishasminion360

Happy birthday, Joel Miller.

Clouded Judgement @bluebeary-jay

it was a long time since Joel had felt a maddening rage

Apothecary @atinylittlepain

joel becomes curious about the woman running the medicine shop

Secret Garden @hevstlouera

As you were well aware, your parents work was something you should never be involved in

White Lies @poeticbarnes

Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Old Soul @softlyspector

You're never quite sure of your place in Joel's life. Everyone else seems to know exactly what it is.

Don't Let Me Drown @alloftheimagines

in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter.

No Time To Die @davosmymaster

With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

Don't Let Me Drown @alloftheimagines

in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter

Old Soul @softlyspector

You're never quite sure of your place in Joel's life. Everyone else seems to know exactly what it is.

White Lies @poeticbarnes

Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Untitled @forever-rogue

Protective!Joel

A Long Time Coming @criminalamnesia

You go on patrol with Joel, unknowingly sealing your fate.

All Yours @punkshort

Tommy and Maria want to meet a group from another community to establish a trading relationship. One man comes onto you a little too strong, sparking a reaction from Joel.

Edge Of Darkness @hyzer34

After being placed in a tiny apartment for 5 months with a man who rarely talks. you both decide to leave the QZ.

Wattpad

Cowboy Like Me by JOELM1LLER

Till Death Do We Part by Bloodlvstflims

A husband and wife find themselves in a unique situation when a fungal virus infects the city surrounding them, where they're forced to make tough choices for the sake of living.

Ao3

Like Knives by Aerith123

Joel and Ellie come across an unlikely ally

Surrender by Ezrasbirdie

Weeks after the events in Kansas City, Joel and Ellie stumble across a woman lost in the Nebraska wilderness. With her knack for foraging and unending patience for Ellie's ceaseless questions, Daisy quickly becomes an asset on their journey.

Crack Shot by TomeOfTheForgotten

You must choose to leave behind the safety of Lincoln to bring Ellie to the terrorist group you swore you would never seek out again. It's been years since your last smuggling run, but you always were the best sniper the Fireflies ever had. With Joel at your side, you're ready for anything the open road could throw at you.

[demodoggonetired]

" I'm Batty 4 U "

For the @steddiemicrofic September Prompt: Charm || 548 Words || Rating: T || Warnings: implied verbally absuvie parent, implied period-typical homophobia

It sweeps through the group like wildfire after the whole Vecna ordeal. Something about everyone trying to go back to normal, re-engaging with non-world-ending topics.

Out window shopping, El happens upon a charm bracelet display and within the week convinces Hopper to buy one for her and Max. And who’s to deny the girl that's suffered through so much. 

El states it as her “momento of who she is, and those who helped her find that definition.” All while thumbing the rainbow and sunflower charms. 

So it’s no surprise when Robin, Nancy, and Erica are seen wearing their own charm bracelet designs after Girl’s Night. Then through a spidering chain of conversations and convincing, the rest of the party soon each have custom bracelets.

For Steve though, the issue is that he’s just not a bracelet sort of guy. The occasional pinching when it doesn’t sit right. Constant jangling and shifting every time you move. It’s not for him.

(Plus he knows his Dad would make him throw it out if he ever saw it. “Jewelry isn’t for men.” and all that. (Of course I don’t agree, Robin. But I still don’t want to risk it getting tossed.))

Until Robin solves the problem for him. Turning his bracelet into a keychain for his car keys. And he didn’t realize just how much he’d come to care for said keychain once it’d stop pinching his wrist. 

Exactly as El had painted it from the get-go; a constant reminder that he’s more than the harsh words his dad sneers as “encouragement”.

Of who he matters to and of who matters to him. His family. 

But it’s not for another few months that his keychain gains a companion.

“Hey, uh. Hey, Stevie.”

They’d danced around one another for weeks. From exchanged glances at the hospital, to touching under the guise of lending a hand, pulling excuses to spend time together.

“Yea?”

Finally culminating in Steve getting fed up and testing the waters with a kiss ‘hello’. 

“I know we’ve only been technically dating for a month now. But I’m pretty sure I remember you being a big relationship guy back in high school, and I figured well ‘Stevie probably never had someone buy him the cheesy anniversary gifts he bought for others’-”

“They weren't cheesy, they were well thought out-”

“And so, I got you something as a faux sort of ‘Happy One Month Anniversary’ gift.”

Eddie shoves the little trinket into Steve’s hands, forcing him to drop his book. 

“Small towns, especially Hawkins in particular, suck and so I figured this is as public as we’d be able to be. And I know the bat was maybe a bold choice considering the bites and all that shit but- Actually maybe this was a bad idea- Ya know what, give it back right now, Stevie. This was stupid- I’m gonna do something else.”

Deftly leaning away, Steve hooks his arm around his boyfriend so he can’t lunge for the keychain again.

“Oh hell no. My boyfriend gave this to me, it’s mine now. You can’t take Ozzy from me.”

“Ozzy? What?”

“Yeah, the little bat charm. His name’s Ozzy, he told me so himself.”

“What-?? Shit- Jesus Christ, you’re so lame. Come here so I can kiss your lame, adorable face.”

[soobjvn]

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“YOU LOOK NICE,” winter commented from behind their market booth, looking up from the keychains she’d just arranged to y/n’s outfit. she wore a summer dress scattered with a strawberry pattern, a matching white purse in one hand and her phone in the other. “i wonder what the occasion is…”

“ok shut up.” she retorted while winter snickered. “how can i help?”

“admit you like yeonjun.”

“i meant with the booth,” winter smiled as she took note of the blush that painted y/n’s cheeks at the yeonjun remark.

“i know, y/n. and, nothing! yunjin went to go get the rest of the bags from the dorm; the two of us will be fine.”

“alright, but if you need help, just call me, ok?”

“y/n, we’re selling crochet not building a bomb. but sweet of you to abandon your man for us!”

“he’s not-“

“ah, ah, ah,” winter held her hand up, stopping y/n from continuing. “if i say it, it’ll happen.”

“yeah, okay.”

“can you just admit there’s a little something there?” y/n crossed her arms.

“maybe a teeny, tiny bit. like a smidge.” y/n pinched her fingers. smidge my ass, winter thought.

“finally!” as if summoned by the confession, yunjin appeared behind the booth with a box of their handmade purses and totes. “i think the earth just shook; mercury went into retrograde.”

“you guys are awful,” y/n laughed. she looked at her phone for the time. 1:27 it read; the market didn’t officially start until 2, meaning she’d have a bit until yeonjun came. she didn’t expect him to show up right when it opened, but they hadn’t specified a time either. she felt a bit disappointed to have to wait for his arrival.

“liar, you love us,” winter responded.

“whatever. i’m gonna go look around. i’ll see you guys later?”

“she’s growing up so fast,” yunjin and winter wiped fake tears while linking arms, causing a snort from y/n as she walked away to explore the market.

Y/N WAS LOOKING at a jewelry booth when her phone buzzed in her hand.

jun!: hey y/n, i’m here :)

y/n caught herself smile at the text. dammit.

y/n: hey! i’ll come meet you. what booth are you by?

jun!: ok! i think it’s some sort of paper mache tent…? 💀

y/n: yeah that one ALWAYS sucks.

jun!: seriously who is buying these??? idk if this one’s a dinosaur or a fallopian tube but it has no right to be 45 bucks.

y/n: PLS 😭

y/n: i see the tent! i’ll be there in a sec

jun!: y/n hurry this booth scares me

she walked over to the booth yeonjun had (concerningly) described, and couldn’t hide the grin that spread across her face when she saw him. he was dressed in a light blue button down with the sleeves slightly rolled and navy pants, and his black hair rustled in the summer breeze. his dark brown eyes wandered the surplus of students, seemingly looking for one in particular. he had a neutral expression, almost disappointed, she noticed.

truthfully, yeonjun had arrived before texting y/n; 12 minutes prior, to be exact. he presumed the market would have flowers he could buy y/n, feeling a surge of confidence to hint at his feelings. kai agreed the notion was sweet, especially since he’d planned to buy her favorite flowers: tulips. yet, he scanned what felt like 20 booths of flowers, none having the desired type. he sent kai a disappointed message. it was then he then finally texted y/n.

but, he replaced the frown by reciprocating y/n’s smile when his eyes finally met hers, and he walked over to wrap her in a friendly hug. y/n didn’t recall feeling bubbly when she initiated a hug the first time they’d went out, or anytime they’d seen each other in between, for that matter.

yeonjun, on the other hand, was used to the turning of his stomach in her presence, which had only happened 10 times more often and intensely since their conversation at the karaoke booth. he, too, took the time to study her stature, which he’d officially deemed as perfect. he watched as her eyes lit up under the sunlight as she released from the hug.

yeonjun ran a hand through his hair. “where to first?”

“I WARNED YOU about my skills, y/n.”

“you threatened me with your ‘nobel peace prize in ring tossing’, so excuse me if i wasn’t all that intimated,” they both laughed as they walked nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. the two had been exploring the market for nearly an hour and a half now, and were departing the fair game booth. y/n had, sadly, been defeated in practically every game. yeonjun made it up to her, though, by giving her the plush he had got from winning basketball. “what should we name him?”

yeonjun smiled at the ‘we.’ “yeonjun junior.”

“absolutely not,” she laughed when he dramatically frowned. “oh, jun, that’s our booth over there!” she grabbed his hand, skipping over to yunjin and winter. the two girls smirked at the sight of them. they giggled seeing yeonjun’s ears red with adoration and a giddy smile plastered on y/n.

“finally,” yunjin said. y/n rolled her eyes. “we thought you’d forgotten about us.”

“i still can’t believe you left us for your boyf-” yunjin nudged her, holding in a laugh. y/n glared at winter. yeonjun’s grin widened.

“so i’m your boyfriend now?” he turned to look at y/n, who would typically remain composed in most situations. when the situation involved yeonjun, however, that quality did not apply.

“no! i didn’t say that! well, not that it’d be a bad thing,” yunjin couldn’t keep her laugh in any longer. “but not that i’m asking for that, either! i’m very happy being single!” the embarrassment finally set when yeonjun, too, giggled. winter didn’t dare laugh, thinking about the scolding she’d later receive.

“you’re cute, y/n.”

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A/N 🌷 hey… how’s everyone doing 🚶‍♀️… i know its been forever since i’ve updated; i was traveling, and i’m starting up school again so my stress was just 📈📈📈. but we’re all good now!! i’ll continue to post whenever i can, which will most likely be weekends 🫶. thank u for the patience and support thus far!

[thestruidora]

Sweetheart

Supernatural Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit

WARNINGS: This story will contain but it’ll not be limited to explicit 18+ content including Yandere, Borderline Personality Disorder, Stalker, Possessive Behavior, Romance, Angst, Angst, Fluff and Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Therapy, Miscommunication, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink

Category: F/M

Pairings: Dean Winchester/You, Dean Winchester/Reader

Summary: Dean has borderline personality disorder and the reader is his favorite person.

Author’s notes: Yes, I'm still alive. You go on and pay that bet now.

Chapter Two

Two of Cups

“The Two of Cups is about two people working together. It reflects an energy of mutual feeling and support, and reminds you that there is love in your life, whether you see it or not.”

“Alright, I’m heading out!” He announced, right after attaching the leash to Thor’s collar, already moving towards the front door of the house.

“Wait, hold on.” Lisa’s voice sounded from the kitchen, stopping Dean in his tracks. He let out a sigh, feeling impatient.

The brunette walked into the foyer, visibly surprised by the sight in front of her. Her fiancee had left for work early that morning, leaving her with a kiss on the forehead and a soft pat on the head. By the time he came back home, she was barely able to greet him as he moved into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed clothes. Now, without so much as a word, he was about to leave once more, one hand on their family dog’s leash and the other holding his keychain.

“Babe, you’re gonna take Thor for a walk? You just got home.” She looked at the clock on the wall, 2 p.m., he didn’t usually return home at this hour. “You left work early?” It sounded like a question. It wasn’t.

“Yeah, there was a problem down at the plant, one of the guys got hurt and we had to shut everything down so…” He explained, body still turned halfway towards the door.

“Oh, is he going to be ok?” Lisa asked, not a hint of true concern on her face.

“Probably gonna need a couple stitches, it wasn’t that bad. But you know, with all the safety measures and everything, we had to stop for the day.” He said, smoothly, without any uncertainty, looking her in the eye. Dean had always been a good liar. “So when I got home I just thought I might go on a little walk with Thor, get it out of the way for the day.”

They both glanced down at the dog, sitting there with his tongue out and his tail sweeping the floor, clearly excited by the idea of going out for a stroll. There was a certain tension in the air when they looked back up at each other, the way Lisa’s eyebrows formed into a subtle frown giving it away. Dean put his keys in his pocket and tapped on the fabric of his jeans, almost itching to move. He just wanted to be able to go already. A silence fell in between them for a long couple of seconds, but it felt longer than that. When he couldn't handle it anymore, he broke it.

“Anyway, I’ll be back in a little bit, ok?” It sounded like a question. It wasn’t.

His body turned all the way towards the door, hand reaching for the knob.

“Maybe it was, actually.” He completely stopped moving when he heard her say it, craning his neck to see her, an unpleasant expression staring back at him.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Maybe it actually was that bad, the accident your colleague had today, you just didn’t take the time to notice.” She replied, matter-of-factly, voice calm and even. Dean easily understood the underlining meaning of her words and she knew. She knew that he was aware of her unhappiness and she of his, but neither of them did anything, just patiently waiting for the other to make a move. The fact that she knew that broke her heart and it made her eyes burn, it made her want to scream. “Have a good walk with Thor, babe.” She said instead.

All he could do in return was give her a quick nod and a tight smile before finally opening the door and exiting the house, Thor following close behind.

Dean wished he had it in him to spend the short path to the dog park thinking about Lisa and their lives together. Think about how he used to love watching her sleep and now the minute his head hits the pillow at night he turns his back to her. About how he used to enjoy their long talks during breakfast and dinner and now he dreads the mealtimes they do share, because he sure avoids them when he can help it. About the way her touch doesn’t quite fit anymore and the way her voice hits his ears with a grating tone that he could swear wasn’t there before.

Did he change or was it her? Did they both simply fall out of love?

Because he can tell by the way she looks at him sometimes, when she thinks he’s not paying attention. It’s like she hates him. Resents him somehow. He never did ask why and probably never will, but he doesn't need to, there’s no point. He knows why.

He’s never going to be the perfect husband and father she wants him to be. He’s never going to stop waking up in the middle of the night because of the nightmares. He’s never going to not feel guilty for being with her, choosing her, instead of being out there searching for a way to bring his brother back.

He tries though, he really does.

Sure, there’s a gun perpetually under his pillow, holy water under the bed, and a silver blade in the top drawer of the nightstand. But that’s just the bedroom. Imagine if she knew what he keeps in the garage. But she doesn't wanna know, doesn’t want to think about it. So he doesn’t tell her and she doesn’t ask. Isn’t that a good compromise?

He has virtually erased his whole past life to be with her, started out brand-spanking new. He gave up on hunting, completely. But every guy needs a hobby. So he’s been going out to the dog park a few more times than usual in the past few weeks, so what? What’s wrong with that? He likes the fresh air and the sound of the kids laughing, even the barks are kind of nice. It’s overall a very wholesome environment. Then there’s Y/N. The beautiful, charming, and captivating lady that he gets to see every time he’s there.

Did he ever even mention having met you to Lisa? Mention you at all? No, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing. He’s sure that Lisa has friends that she has never spoken about to him either. And that’s fine. That’s healthy.

Because that is what Y/N is to him, a friend. Since the day they got acquainted a few weeks prior they have continued to meet at noon, sometimes a little early, sometimes a little later, whenever you would make clear you would be walking your friend’s dog as a favor while they’re on a trip. You’re kind like that, considerate. Easy to talk to, a good listener. Dean really enjoys your company and he thinks the sentiment is reciprocated.

And that’s what he thinks about the whole way over, you, he wishes he didn’t but he did and will quite certainly do again in the days that’ll follow because he’s not going to stop coming to the park if it means he gets to see you.

It’s just that being near you feels so right, simple . And sometimes it’s hard to not, you know, compare.

“Hi, Dean!” He hears Y/N’s voice and it washes all other thoughts away. You’re there, sitting on the usual bench, sun beaming down on you. You have that pretty smile on your lips while you watch him approach. “And hello to you too, Thor.” You say to the German Shepherd that completely ignores you in favor of jumping on Loki, he and the Husky immediately falling into an enthusiastic match of play-fighting, clearly happy to see each other.

“Hey.” Dean kneels down to remove the leash from Thor’s collar, looking up at you in your sitting position, stealing the quickest glance at your thighs, skin exposed in your summer dress. “How are you?”

“I’m good, a little tired from work. You?” He starts wrapping the leash in his hand, moving to sit next to you, just close enough that your knees touch, but you don’t seem to notice, or maybe you just don’t mind.

“I’m okay, actually a little tired from being at home instead of work.” The words just flow out of his mouth before he can filter them, which is so not like him.

At least it's not when he's with anyone else.

“Want to talk about it?” He knows you’d listen, really listen, without judgment. But he doesn’t feel like unpacking whatever is happening between him and Lisa, he would rather be here in this moment, with you.

“You just said you’re tired from work but here you are trying to listen to my problems.” He brushes it off, changing the subject, and this time he can tell you did notice, but doesn’t mind.

“Well, what can I say? You can take a girl out of the therapist’s office but you can’t take the therapist out of the girl.” You said, nonchalantly. There was a beat of silence before you both started to laugh.

“Did you just make that up?” Dean smiled, leaning towards you.

“Yep.” You nodded, dimples appearing.

“Cause you made it sound like it was a saying.” He teased.

“Yeah, but it’s definitely not.” You admit, and he appreciates the way you don’t take yourself too seriously. “There’s not a lot of sayings about psychologists, you know.”

“My family has one: don’t go to them.” He replies, still smiling.

“Really? No one in your family has ever seen a therapist?” Y/N sounds a little shocked, which makes him want to laugh again, thinking about what you’d say if you only knew the half of it.

“No, we were raised with that midwestern, salt of the earth, just rub some dirt on it kind of attitude.” He said it like it was no big deal, but it was clear that you didn’t think the same way by your response.

“Dean, talking to someone about your thoughts and feelings is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. It can be… Very healing.”

“Well, ‘course you think that, it’s your job.” Dean’s comeback came quickly.

It wasn’t that he hated therapists or was against them or anything, he just didn’t think it was for him. He couldn't trust some random stranger with the ins and outs of his life, plus he knew it just wouldn't work for him, the whole ‘healing’ thing. He was too far gone for that.

He remembered being a little taken aback when you mentioned your job, didn’t like the idea of talking to someone who’s constantly psychoanalyzing him, except he never felt that you had done that. Quite the opposite, you hadn’t ever compelled him to open up any more than what he was comfortable with. Problem is, he’s always comfortable talking to you. You’re so easy to be near and it feels as if there’s never any judgment being passed.

So his first impression of your career was quickly shattered, but that hasn’t stopped him from picturing you from time to time, sitting behind a desk with your legs crossed and a pointed look, a thin-framed pair of glasses resting low on the bridge of your nose while you jot something down in your little notepad. Maybe he got that visual from porn, but it’s not like he has much else to reference from.

“I’m not saying you should be my patient, that wouldn't even be ethical, we’re friends.” You say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and he feels a pang in his chest.

He did think of you as a friend in his own head, but to hear you say it out loud burst some sort of unstated bubble that had formed between the two of you.

He had never spoken about Lisa to you, had only mentioned Ben a couple of times in passing and you never pressed him on for more. Did you know he had a family and was practically married? Was it obvious? And even if he didn’t would you care? Would you see him as anything more than a ‘friend’ if he wasn’t already in a relationship or that thought hadn’t even crossed your mind?

Did you find him attractive at all? Most girls do, are you different?

And if you ever made a move, if you ever touched more than the top of his hand or the side of his shoulder in that completely oblivious way, if you ever made it known to him that you had an interest; what would he do? Did you know? Does he? Because he can’t even decide for himself. Would he give up on everything he has now to be with you?

“What are you thinking about?” Your index finger tapped the middle of his forehead in a playful motion and he came back from his pondering, watching you swiftly remove your hand from his personal space as if it had never been there.

“Huh?” It was all he could say, trying to swim out of the stream of hypotheses that had been racing in his brain.

“You were very deep in thought, were you considering getting a therapist perchance?” You smiled like you already knew what he’d say.

“Oh, hell no.” He was quick to answer, shaking his head and regaining his focus.

“Cause you think psychology is a bunch of bullshit?”

“No, I used to think that.”

“Oh, you used to think that? But now you changed your mind?” You smiled openly, and it felt like the two of you had known each other for years, falling into a lighthearted banter just like that.

“Well, you wouldn't waste so much time of your life dedicating yourself to bullshit, you’re too smart for that.” Now it was his turn to state something as if it was obvious.

“Thanks.” You laughed then, taking the compliment. “But listen, I really should get going, I have to go meet with my landlord, again.”

“Seriously? I just got here.” Dean said with feigned annoyance, not wanting you to know that he was, in fact, annoyed at your departure.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to talk to him, he’s gotta fix my apartment’s heating, I’ve been asking him to for weeks and he comes over, messes with it for a little bit, and then the second he leaves it gets cold again.” Dean’s brows furrowed in confusion at your words.

“Cold? We’re in the middle of June.”

“I know! It’s the craziest thing, I’ll be walking around and all of the sudden it gets freezing cold, like, I can see my own breath.” You explained, miming an invisible fog out of your lips with your hands.

“That is weird.” Dean said slowly, processing what he was being told.

The Winchester’s thoughts were going a thousand miles per minute. It couldn't be what he was thinking, it would be too much of a coincidence. What were the chances that the girl he had met only a couple of weeks prior was being haunted? What if that was the reason he had met her in the first place? To save her.

“And does it usually happen at a certain time of the day or just whenever?” A wave of realization washed over your features as he asked, as though you had just remembered something important.

“It’s funny you said that, it actually does only happen at night and only when I’m alone.” Your response made a shiver run down his spine. “My sister came over the other day and it was totally fine, but then when it’s just me it happens again, it’s like my heater is possessed or something.” You had no clue how on the mark you were with that one.

“No way.”

Dean had quit hunting, he was out. He promised his brother that much, he promised Lisa. But there you were, right in front of him, clearly in dire need of his help. He just couldn't let anything happen to you, not on his watch. It wouldn't be right.

“And I haven’t even mentioned the rodent situation.” You called Loki over from where he and Thor were playing in the grass a little further away from the bench the two of you had been sitting in. The big dog came over in an instant, his other furry friend literally on his tail.

“You have a rodent situation as well?” He was so invested now.

“Oh, yeah, I’m a very lucky gal, Dean.” Your hands made quick work of putting the leash back on Loki’s collar, preparing to leave.

“How do you know you have it? Have you seen them?” Dean reached for your arm to stop you from getting up, a quiet desperation brewing underneath the surface, but you, silly you, didn’t pay enough attention to realize.

“No, but they’re all up in my walls, I can hear them scratching at night and I’m deadly afraid of mice so it’s just awful.” He was looking you right in the eyes as you said it, examining every inch of your innocent face, suddenly very aware of your vulnerability. You were just so frail, so fragile.

“I can imagine.” His voice was low, he didn’t want to let go of your arm.

There was a ghost in your apartment and you were in imminent danger. He had to do something, find an inconspicuous way to work the case. Wait, ‘work the case’? But… he was out, he was done hunting, he left the family business behind, and he built a new life for himself. Yeah, that’s right, he was done. He should just call in a favor from Bobby and get that ghost out of your house, that’s all. He didn’t need to be the one to do it and that would be better for the both of you. That would be healthy.

“Anyhow, sorry to dump all of this on you; my horrible apartment and all its problems.” You smiled at him and looked down, almost embarrassed.

You were so helpless, so unaware of your own mortality. Dean had no time to call Bobby, no way, he had to fix this himself. You could go home and die a bloody death today. And then that would be his fault, it would be his burden to carry, just like the death of his brother who he had sworn to protect no matter what. That was his job and he failed. He wouldn't fail you, too.

“Come on, it’s fine!” He was quick to reply. “That’s… that’s what friends are for.” He still hadn’t let go of your arm, drawing tiny circles on your skin with his thumb.

“Yeah, guess so.” You offered a nod, short and sweet, before moving to get up.

“Hey, Y/N, before you go, can I ask you something?” Dean’s pupils were dilated, even with the sun shining down upon him. It was the adrenaline, it was knowing that now he had a mission, a purpose, something that he had been missing for a long time. Too long, in his opinion.

“Sure.” You retorted, curious.

“That thing you said about not being able to take me as a patient, is that set in stone?”

[magicalswordgirls]

Heh, I’ll draw a better Aerial next time. The important thing is that I got over my fear of drawing mecha and also over my fear of building plastic models of robots, so thanks, Okouchi! Some headcanons and ranting under the cut. (With spoilers)

For some reason most of my WfM fanfiction has been centered around Aerial/Ericht ever since the theory about Aerial being Eri started circulating during the first season. I’ve been thinking about AU’s where she doesn’t lose her body and instead is an older teenager/young adult who has to deal with a mother obsessed with revenge while also trying to protect her little sister from the consequences of said revenge (and precisely because of that, she ends up questioning herself wether following her mother’s path is worth it or not).

I think that Eri was a character with a lot of potential in the story. She’s this girl who lost absolutely everything, who might be sad and angry about it but can’t do much on her own. She loves her family and even if she also wants to help her mom get revenge, she knows that it’s wrong and she doesn’t want her clone/little sister to get involved in any of it but, yet again, she can’t prevent the fact that her sister is used as a pawn, and she’s also being used, even if her mom doesn’t want to admit it. The dilemma of wanting to help her mom while simultaneously wanting to protect her sister’s innocence is a very compelling part of the story. Also the relationship between the sisters had a lot of potential. Eri could’ve seen Suletta as everything that she wasn’t able to become and that could’ve lead to very complicated feelings. There were a lot of elements that would have turned Ericht into a very interesting and nuanced character and I’m not even mentioning the transhumanism angle, there was a lot that could be explored in that area.

However, as we know, there wasn’t much about this character in canon (even if she was important for both the protagonist and the antagonist of the show). She remained a mysterious figure throughout most of the story and we didn’t get to know much about her motivations. In fact, most of what we know about her comes from the short novel “Cradle Planet”, the anime didn’t bother to put that information in the story and that’s why for most viewers she’s this creepy girl haunting a Gundam who’s almost as big as a jerk as Prospera. To be honest, I was expecting her to be more conflicted during her battle with Suletta or at least I wanted to kow why she was so convinced to follow her mother’s plan. At the end we didn’t get any of that, and she remained as an underdeveloped character.

So yeah, I have the impression that in my head I made up this nuanced and tragic character out of someone that ended up being a Funny Little Guy inside a keychain. Well, I guess this is very common when one starts liking a secondary character from a show. (I always wondered how people would make long essays and fafics about characters that didn't do much in a show... guess I'm that kind of person now).

Well, I suppose that I’ll have to stick to my fanfics and headcanons, at least I know that nothing I could write’s gonna be more wild than what actually happened in canon. So there’s that.

…Thanks Okouchi :/.

P.S: I like to speculate what kind of teen/young adult she would’ve been, specially in slightly less tragic AU’s, maybe she’s more like she was in the Prologue or she’s a little bit messed up because she’s shielding her sister from everything that’s wrong with their family. Idk, I just find her very fun to write (although I’m always aware that I might be creating some sort of pseudo OC, man I really wish that canon had given us more material to work with!)

[sashi-ya]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [chapter two]

ʚ masterlist: part 1; part 3; part 4 ; part 5; final ʚ tw: MDNI. SEXUAL ABUSE INTENT (she is fine and safe). usage of drugs. medical terminology and treatment. violence. slow burn romance. If you need any type of support regarding these topics, please contact with someone who can help you. I am here to help you as a nurse and a woman.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

A fist with the word DEATH inked on the knuckles, buries in your attacker’s face. It makes him fall back, letting you go almost immediately. You experiment everything as if it was happening in slow motion and the dizziness makes it difficult to stay still.

Your legs quiver and they fail you; but there are a pair of arms that don’t. Holding you in his embrace, he keeps you safe.

“Are you ok? (Name)-ya? Are you feeling ok?” he asks, desperately inspecting your almost limp body.

You take a quick look at your saviour, a goatee, caramel skin, golden earrings, and platinum stars per eyes. He is the guy who visited your booth earlier with his friend Bepo.

“I… I feel like I’m about to pass out… don’t- don’t leave me alone” you murmur, trusting your luck in yet another stranger. And then, lulled by the waves of dizziness and the sweet scent of his perfume, everything turns dark.

The tattooed man looks at the bastard, who keeps spitting blood right on the carpeted floor. Immediately, running, his three friends arrive with security personnel.

“I trust you all gonna be calling the police right now. This woman had been drugged and was about to be abused by that bastard” the tattooed youngster says, while carries you in his arms. “I am Dr. Trafalgar D. Law, will take her with me to my hospital. Send the police there, surgical department” he commands, while the security guards restrain the photographer.

As Law begin to walk towards the exit, he suddenly stops. He asks Penguin to hold you, and turning back he stands in front of the abuser. “And this, you fucking bastard, is over for you” he utters, grabbing the camera and throwing it to the ground.

He doesn’t care about the pleads of him. The camera seems new and expensive, and Law wouldn’t care breaking it a thousand times if it was possible. “Fuck you, bastard. I will do everything I can to send you to jail”

The car wasn’t waiting in the parking lot underneath the hotel, but right at the entrance. They have decided to go back, for just a single reason… a lost keychain of a polar bear plushie.

The doctor, called Law, drives away as fast as possible. He doesn’t really know what’s been inoculated in your system, so he needs to rush.

You have woken up, yet you are barely able to keep your eyes open. You discover a familiar face next to you; the kind albino guy who identified as Bepo a few hours ago.  He immediately tells you about your situation, helping you to understand what happened to you.

“Don’t worry, (Name)! you remember me, right? I’m Bepo! Captain is taking you to the hospital, he is a doctor! You are ok, you haven’t been…” Bepo stops, the word makes him gag.

“You haven’t been touched, nor abused, (Name)-ya. I’m Trafalgar Law. You are being taken to the Grandline General Hospital to see what that bastard gave you” he says, surely, and sounding like a professional you could trust.

You feel your throat dry; your lips too. Your head hurts, and you notice your dress a little ragged but definitely in one piece. “Th-thank you, sir…”

The car stops right by the entrance of a huge white building. A red cross light reflects on the wet patches of the streets. It’s already very dark outside.

You shake off your grogginess for some moments, and when the door of the car opens for you, you let the cold breeze hit your face. It feels amazing, like a sweet kiss from a lover. And then, his arms, also completely tattooed extended to you.

“Let me help you, I brought a wheelchair” Law says, waiting for you to take his hand first.

You nod, with a subtle smile and probably hyper dilated pupils. Bepo and Shachi help you too, while Penguin crawls on the front seat to drive the car to the parking lot.

He begin to push your chair and inside the building you go. The white lights, blinding and sterile, hit your eyes. And the bustling sound of the people inside turns a thousand times louder in your head.

“Dr. Trafalgar! What happened?” a young black-haired woman arrives. She is wearing purple scrubs, and her eyes are as blue as the sky.

“She- she has been drugged… She- almost-“ he explains her, while both walk a little away from you. Suddenly he is no more that young shy man you have met back at the con; Law is now a doctor ready to save your life professionally.

They immediately come back, and the woman presents herself as Dr. Nico Robin. She grabs your hand, caressing it with perhaps the same delicacy as Law while you are being pushed to your cubicle.

The bed is comfortable, even while wearing your cosplay for the longest time. Your wig, however, is about to be ripped from your head by yourself. You can’t stand that long hairy thing over your shoulders a minute more.

And that’s when a colleague comes in handy. Bepo, who immediately thinks of how uncomfortable you must feel, offers to keep your stuff safe. “Give me your wig, (Name). I will put it safely inside of your bag” he suggests.

He owns a smile from you; you are absolutely grateful for having met this beautiful people. “Thank you so much, Bepo. Here…” you whisper, while taking it off quickly as the nurses want to take your pressure and connect you to a monitor.

When Bepo scrutinizes for a wig bag inside your backpack he founds a bottle of water. “Did you drink from this, (Name)?” he asks, showing the bottle to you and then to the doctors.

You nod; it’s true, you saved it.

Immediately, a nurse runs to the laboratory with the contaminated water. While Law and Robin discuss your vital signs and another nurse initiates an IV. Not ten minutes pass, that they already -and efficiently- discover the exact component of what you have consumed; GHB or Gamma Hydroxybutyric acid.

Law, sits down right next to your bed. The effects are slowly fading away and you are able to be more alert than before. Perhaps what they have passed through your IV is working faster.

Him, who is already wearing a white coat, looks as handsome as before. He crosses his long legs covered in jeans with a peculiar pattern of black spots and lends forward to you.

“(Name-ya), you had consumed GHB. We know it as “the rape drug”, and since it lacks color, odor and taste it gets easily injected or administrated. I believe that bastard probably have introduced the drug into the bottle in some way. You are ok, the effects will fade away after it clears up from your body” the handsome doctor, that a few hours prior was just another guy at the con, tells you. He did not just save you, but he is also still taking care of you.

You nod. Speechless. Your eyes become watery in less than seconds. And you extend your hand to his, grabbing it with a tender need.

Law gasps, silently. His pupils dilate and his eyes widen. He looks at your hand on his, at the way your veins protrude so slightly on the back of it, at the subtle shake of your muscles.

“Thank you, Law…” you murmur, still in shock but definitely more than grateful for having a tattooed angel by your side. “can I ask you for a last favour?”

Law, who has placed his hand on top of yours, doesn’t dare to let you go. Even him, feels amazed by his weird reaction. Women aren’t his specialty. Not even being in the ER. He is a cardiac surgeon trainee but knows very little about “heart matters”.

He nods, waiting for your request. At this point he is willing to do whatever you ask for. Even with your hair all tangled, half dressed as a princess but no wig… you still shine bright into his eyes.

“Can you pass me my bag? I need to give you something”

Law, who hesitantly lets go of your hand, stands up and searches for your bag. He walks up to you, with butterflies filling his stomach. He wants. No, he needs, to stop. Such situation feels like a monster ripping away self-control… everything in which he relies in his life.

Your hands graze, so soft. A poet could say it’s the sweet representation of your encounter, but that’s totally the opposite. Your paths have crossed in a violent, disturbing way.

While you scrutinize the interior of your bag, he remains silent. Law, inside, feels like a child waiting to receive a gift… but why?

“Here. I’m not sure who’s the owner, but I believe you will like it. I promise I will buy you something new to thank you whenever I’m out” you murmur, handing him the little polar bear plushie you found under the table of your booth.

Law receives the gift in his hands. His lips separate. He is unable to speak. He honestly forgot about it, but, wasn’t it that same charm what made him go back and save her?

“I- this… This is mine…” he mumbles, amazed.

You tilt your head; what does he mean? His?

“This is mine. This is my keychain. It was given to me by a dear person. I lost it and I came back to search for it… that’s why I found you-“ Law says, amazed. A subtle smile flashes for quite seconds, but then he remembers the reason both are in the hospital.

“Oh… I’m glad I picked it up, then. It’s really pretty” you giggle. His child like expression melted your heart, and just even for some time there is a reason to smile in your life. Maybe happy coincidences do exist, after all.

Law, takes a good look at the charm and suddenly extends his hand to you. “Take it. You will give it to me when you feel better” he says, awkwardly.

You blink twice, taking it to your chest. Maybe he is just a stranger, and yet he is still an angel. Maybe he already noticed your loneliness in this world. That’s why, then, he is giving you something dear to hold during a lonely night.

Some tears form in your eye. The more you press the little bear against you, the more you feel like caving in. Trembling lips are barely able to express a broken “thank you” before the first tear falls through your cheek.

You put your head down, trying to cover your façade with your hair. But Law notices it, almost immediately. Though, he takes some minutes to react. Is not that he didn’t feel the need to hug you that very moment, but… would that be ok?

“Don’t… don’t cry…” he murmurs, taking his E inked index to the corner of your eye. He delicately wipes the tear away. “I didn’t mean to…”

“No… Law… you- I… don’t worry please. It’s just that… you are being like a hero and now even taking care of me. You just said this is dear to you, and you are giving it to me…” you sniffle while trying to express yourself.

Law stretches to grab a paper towel and then hands it to you. He sits right next to you in bed, even if that would probably be considered unproper from a medical practitioner and overall, a total stranger.

“You showed me how much you took care of him. I trust you with it. You know, it has helped me through difficult times… do you… do you want me to call someone? You won’t be needing to stay the night” he says, perhaps believing all of this comes from being in such a cold and sterile room.

You wipe away your tears and then look at him. “Thank you so much, but… I don’t have anyone in this city. I will be heading to my hotel once I’m out… can you- can you tell me exactly which hospital is this? If you told me, I’m sorry, I can’t remember”

Law felt taken aback. Alone? In this city? “You can stay with me tonight, or I can stay with you at the hotel. Or, we can stay at the hospital if you feel safer” he says, shocking himself, once again, at the words that came out of his mouth with no filter.

You swallow. Honestly, trusting another man feels difficult. However, Law, has helped you in more than a way… he saved your life…

ㅤㅤ ㅤ “If it’s not much of a trouble, then, I’d like to stay with you ~”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ …

“What is the Captain doing?” Bepo asks, from the door of the ER. “HE IS SITTING ON HER BED? WOW” Shachi chimes, giggling. “Guess prince charming saved his princess… let’s leave them alone. Just in case let’s stay at my place… tonight Law needs his house… empty” Penguin says, smiling at his brother and dragging his friends out.

continues in ➡ chapter 3

[denim-mixtapes]

The Third Date Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.5K Tags: Best friends to lovers, unrealistic expectations on how fast a relationship should move (but shut up they're in love), a cute and casual little marriage proposal (for real this time).

Summary: Eddie promised you could get married after your third date and you automatically wrote it off as a joke, but he's a man of his word after all.

[AO3] [Part 1 - All I Ever Wanted]

Eddie Munson never wants to get married. 

If anyone had asked you six months ago, you would have been certain about it. Now? Not so much. 

When he presented you with the ring (as promised) on your third official date, you laughed. It was a giggle of elation, a chesty huff of denial, a sound of disbelief that he managed to get his hands on something so beautiful so quickly, and that he was so certain that he still wanted to marry you even after the moment passed and the dust had settled. 

He offered it so casually, so confidently, in only a way that Eddie Munson could. 

You were at the drive in for a classic horror double feature, something the pair of you had done countless times throughout the years. The van’s doors propped open so that you could see the screen from your spot propped up against the back of the front seats, a bowl full of popcorn mixed with M&M’s on your knees, and Eddie’s arm snug around your shoulder. It was the same as it had always been, but with the weight and promise of something more, it made your heart race knowing you could lean up and steal a kiss whenever you wanted, that this was the new normal, that his arm around you and hand on your knee were far from platonic anymore. 

The credits had just rolled on The Blob, and you had about fifteen minutes of intermission for bathroom and refreshment breaks before they started playing The Creature From the Black Lagoon. Eddie set the popcorn bucket to the side and scooted toward the back of the van, but not before fixing you with a lingering kiss that melted your heart. 

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks, I’ll be right back.” Though it was a simple statement, his words were heavy, almost nervous, and he held your eye for just a beat too long. He was up to something. 

He didn’t leave you much room to overthink, however, because soon enough he was returning with a couple bottles of Coke and something discreetly held in his other fist. He beckoned you toward him with a nod of his head, and you scooted forward, letting your legs dangle from the bumper and leaving an opening for him to stand between them. With the bottles set aside, he rested his free hand on your thigh, smiling and gently rubbing the exposed skin under the hem of your shorts. 

“What d’you have there?” You asked cheekily, nodding to his still closed fist. 

“Oh this?” He tutted, holding a small toy capsule up in between your faces. The sunny yellow plastic glinted under the streetlamp above as he turned it in his fingers. Then, a smirk broadening on his face, he tossed it in the air and snatched it from in front of your face before it could fall any further, presenting it to you with an open palm. “I got you a little something from the quarter machine. Couldn’t help myself.” 

Raised brows and an encouraging nod from the man in front of you prompted you to take the capsule from his hand. When you did, his then free hand fell to mirror the other resting on your thigh. You caged him in with your legs, wrapping them around his waist and smiling when both of his hands smoothed up your thighs to grip at your hips, a smug, expectant look on his face. 

Tearing at the lid of the capsule, you weren’t sure what you expected; a bouncy ball or a keychain, one of those little glow in the dark aliens or a temporary tattoo, something chintzy and silly and definitely not even worth the quarter spent on it. When you dumped over the capsule, never did you expect a ring to fall out. A mood ring, maybe, but not the ring that rested in your palm gingerly. It was a beautiful little thing, a dark, smoky emerald stone set in swirling, delicate gold. It was almost elven in nature, and far from traditional, but would you expect anything less from the man in front of you? 

That’s when the giggles came. With the ring pinched in between your thumb and forefinger, you looked up at Eddie with a furrowed brow and amused smile. 

“Is this-?” You started, but he cut you off. 

“I told you, third date.” 

Another laugh of disbelief rippled through you, shaking your head and holding the ring – the engagement ring? – to your chest with pride, you continued to gaze at him in wonder. His deep brown eyes shone back, round and practically twinkling with excitement when his hands cover yours, only to pluck the jewelry from your grasp. 

“Eddie,” you huffed, looking from the ring to him and back again, holding his gaze with a sincere look in your eye. “Is this really something you want? Because – well, cause I know how you feel about marriage and I don’t want you to compromise your beliefs for me an– and I would love nothing more than to marry you but I don’t want to be the reason you’re–” 

Eddie silenced your worrying with a gentle kiss, one hand on the back of your head to draw you in, his lips soothing your anxiety and shutting you up in one fell swoop. The ominous music from the movie’s opening credits started up as he pulled away, fingers scratching at the base of your skull soothingly, and he gave a chuckle of his own. “Are you done?” You nodded shyly, biting at your lower lip, and he continued. “I may have been pretty negative about marriage before, but if I’m being honest, it’s only because when you talked about this big dream wedding of yours, I always pictured someone else standing at the altar with you. I was bitter because I was jealous, jealous of this man that didn’t even exist yet. And…sure, I might still think it’s a little fucked to let a piece of paper define our relationship – especially when I’ve been in love with you far longer than we even defined our relationship.” His brows pinched together, a wrinkle in his nose that indicated he was holding back a laugh of his own. You, however, giggled, unable to hold back the laughter at how silly you both had been to hide your feelings for so long. You ran a finger down the bridge of his nose and then kissed where it wrinkled, but let him keep talking. “But, the thought of throwing a kickass party just to boast how in love we are? Where I get to show you off and call you my wife? And then afterwards, I get to spend the rest of my life with you? Well then fuck yeah, sign me up.” 

“Will you ever stop surprising me, Eddie Munson?” You asked, hands buried in his hair, unrelenting smile still taking over your features. 

“Christ, I hope not,” he retorted, once again holding up the ring between you. “So what d’you say?” 

You were nodding before the words left your mouth, holding out your hand excitedly. “I concur,” you trilled, wiggling your fingers expectantly, “fuck yeah.” 

With the ring on your finger and the promise of forever, he pressed you into the blankets, worshiping your skin with his lips and delighting in the sounds you made. Movie all but forgotten, he closed the van doors behind you, and you spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other, until all the other cars had long gone home. 

—-

When you broke the news to your friends, they were all in the same state of shock and denial that you were. 

Robin was appalled that you didn’t tell her when you started officially dating (though, really, it was only about 2 weeks longer so could she really be that mad?). After her initial outburst and playful punch to both of your shoulders, however, she offered tight hugs and congratulations and begged to be included in the cake taste testing. 

Steve was quite the opposite. When you presented him with your freshly manicured hand and he spotted the ring, he sighed, “about damn time, Munson!” 

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing and fixing Steve with a quizzical look. “What do you mean?” 

“Yeah man,” Eddie echoed, “what the hell?” 

He looked nervously between you two, fluffed hair bouncing with the dramatic back-and-forth of his head. Brow furrowed and mouth agape, he stared for a moment. “Haven’t you two been dating since, like, high school? I mean, it was obvious how crazy you two were for each other.” He finally asked, only to be cut off by a peal of laughter from both of you. 

“Steve,” you chortled, hand on his forearm and a serious look in your eye. “You couldn’t have told us that?” 

Though he sighed in disdain and rolled his eyes, he still insisted he would be there for whatever you needed. 

Nancy only gave you a knowing look with her own congratulations and asked when she needed to request time off to take you dress shopping. Dustin just shrugged and asked if he could officiate. 

Everyone in your little found family had a hand in your upcoming big day, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[pastanest]

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Draco x Hufflepuff she/her!reader

I Always Come Back - Part One

"I dont want you to go!" You cried, clinging to your older brother's school robes as you stood by the train with your father.

Cedric chuckled and ruffled your hair. "You'll be fine (Y/N), I'll come back! You've got to keep Dad in check for me while Im gone, you're in charge now, okay?"

Your father laughed, patting the both of you on the back as you giggled and pulled away from your older brother, smiling up at him with teary eyes and rosy cheeks.

"Oh, and (Y/N), I forgot - take this! It should stop you worrying, you wont even notice Im gone!" Cedric grinned as he handed you a keychain, with a curious rectangular object attached to it.

Upon closer examination, you discovered that it was a small frame, with a picture of Cedric inside it, grinning just as he was as he stood by the train.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. "Cedric! A picture wont stop me worrying!"

Students began to board the Hogwarts train, and alarm flashed across Cedric's face as he tried to break free from your grasp.

"Promise you'll come back?" You asked him, holding the keychain in one of your hands.

"I always do." Cedric told you, smiling gently.

He then kissed your forehead, and hugged your father one last time, before boarding the train, to attend his first year at Hogwarts.

You smile down at your lap as you turn the keychain over in your hands, sitting on your bed in your Hufflepuff dormitory, now in your fourth year of Hogwarts. That year, you missed your brother terribly, and when he came home for Christmas, you bawled your eyes out and refused to let go of him for the entirety of his first day home. Shaking your head, you cant help but laugh at yourself, and you're quick to put the keychain back in your bedside cabinet just as Draco saunters into your dormitory, his signature cheeky grin plastered on his face.

You raise an eyebrow at him accusingly. "And what do you think you're doing in the girl’s Hufflepuff dorm, Slytherin Prince?"

Draco chuckles as he approaches you. "I seek audience with the Hufflepuff princess!"

You snort and stand to your feet. "Well, Im afraid you're in the wrong dorm, Cedric wont be back until he's finished studying."

Draco laughs and shakes his head at your joke. "I do wonder what your brother would say about you taunting him behind his back."

You roll your eyes. "What, are you gonna run and tell him, just so you can suck up to him and make him like you even more?"

Draco's jaw drops. "I do not suck up to him!"

You howl with laughter. "Oh, please! Before we even told Cedric about us, you were being weirdly nice to him all the time, he mentioned it to me almost everyday!"

Draco pouts. "Just because I didnt want him to try and break us apart."

You smile softly up at your boyfriend. "Trust me, Draco, if he'd even tried to split is up, I would've tied his spine in a knot, and he knows that, which is why he wont try to split us up, ever."

Draco laughs nervously. "You know, for a Hufflepuff who is lacking in height and appears to be the cutest and sweetest witch in existence, you arent half intimidating sometimes."

You wink at him. "Good to know I can scare you a little. Now, we'd better make it to the great hall, isnt it time for the champions of the tournament to be announced or something?"

Draco rolls his eyes teasingly at your uncertainty, and takes your hand in his. "Well remembered, (Y/N)."

You scowl at him playfully. "Im in my right mind to give you the wrong password to this common room so that you cant come in here and bother me, Malfoy."

When you reach the great hall, Draco lets go of your hand and dramatically pretends to cry as an invisible force pulls him backwards, away from you, and towards his friends, which you mirror back at him as you approach your group of friends, who all shake their heads and laugh at you. Casual conversation stirs across your table, and you cant help but glance over to Draco's group every so often, catching him doing the same to you, which causes you to both break out into cheesy grins.

"You two are too cute, it's honestly disgusting." Your friend, Hannah Abbott, sighs teasingly.

Another girl at your table, Susan Bones, nods and joins in with Hannah's teasing.

"Yeah, (Y/N), we've all agreed that you've really changed since you've got a man in your life." Susan, unlike Hannah, cant go along flawlessly with the joke, however, and bursts out laughing as soon as she gets her sentence out, making your whole table break out into fits of laughter.

As the, pretty obvious, champions are picked from the other competing schools, you and your friends roll your eyes and quietly continue your conversation. You dont have anything against the tournament itself, but the contestants do seem a little...predictable. No doubt Harry Potter, THE chosen one, will be chosen to compete for Hogwarts.

"Cedric Diggory!"

Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops so far you're sure it hits the floor as you jump to your feet, Draco appearing just as shocked as you on the other side of the room. Cedric stands, receiving cheers, and both you and Draco find yourselves clapping too, though the two of you are totally awestruck. Glancing over his shoulder, Cedric laughs at your expression, and you scowl at him.

"Ow! OW! JESUS FUCK (Y/N) LET GO!" Cedric protests as you drag him back to the Hufflepuff common room by his ear, bending his body down so that you can actually reach it.

The entire journey to the common room since the announcement has been silent on your part, the only sound being Cedric voicing his annoyance. Once inside the common room, you let go of Cedric, who immediately starts rubbing his ear.

"How could you just NOT tell me that you signed yourself up for this!?!" You hiss.

Cedric shrugs. "You didnt care about the tournament, it wasnt important, I didnt think I'd get chosen anyway, it was a bit of a joke really."

You run your hands through your hair and begin pacing the room stressfully. "A joke? A JOKE!?! People have DIED in this tournament Cedric!"

Draco suddenly stumbles into the room, panting heavily, he must have run all the way here. Usually, you'd be paying a lot more attention to him, but right now there are slightly more pressing issues.

"Uh-oh, she's pacing." Draco comments, exchanging worried glances with Cedric, who sighs.

"I'll be fine (Y/N), honestly." He attempts to reassure you, but you're having none of it.

"Absolutely not! You have to find some way out of this, there's no way you're doing it!" You think aloud as you fumble over ideas in your head as to how you're going to fix this.

Cedric reaches out to you, but you push him away, and he sighs, looking to Draco for assistance, who goes to stand in front of you and holds your shoulders, keeping you still.

"There isnt a way out of this, I have to compete." Cedric tells you, his voice careful.

You close your eyes, calming yourself down "Alright. Fine."

Both Draco and Cedric have a thoroughly confused, and understandably worried, expression on their faces.

"Uh...(Y/N), are you okay?" Draco asks as you walk away from them, heading for your dormitory.

You nod, not turning to look at either of them as you respond.

"Oh, yeah, Im fine, because I've decided that if Cedric actually survives this stupid competition, Im going to kill him myself."

For the time that followed, you completely blank your brother, because you are positively furious with his idiocy. However, you spend the night before his first challenge tossing and turning in your bed, unable to sleep because of how anxious you are. Draco waits for you outside the Hufflepuff common room, and despite him desperately trying to get you to talk to your brother, he can tell by your expression that, for today at least, your anger has been pushed aside by worry, and he wordlessly takes ahold of your hand, your other hand clutching your keychain, hidden by the long sleeve of your robe.

Needless to say, watching your brother face a dragon was not a pleasant experience. Draco kept count of every time you fainted during Cedric's challenge - it was six. But no amount of joy you had ever felt before compared to seeing the smile on his face as he held the golden egg in his hands back in the Hufflepuff common room, every Hufflepuff cheering and lifting him up, while you and Draco watch on from the doorway. Cedric catches sight of you soon enough, and demands to be put back down on the floor, before he gingerly takes a step towards you. From behind you, Draco looks at you with hope in his eyes; he knows how close you and your brother are, and he hates that there is a rift between you. Cedric opens his mouth to speak, but you hold up a hand, and he pauses, waiting for you to talk first. Only, you dont talk. Instead, you run at him, your body hitting his at full force as you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing him tightly as he wraps his arms around you.

"So, you're not angry at me anymore?" Cedric chuckles.

You nod into his robe. "Im definitely still livid, but until you win that damn cup, Im going to be your supportive sister."

Kicking your legs off the edge of the dock, your eyes glide over the words on the pages of your book, a small smile etched on your face as you enjoy some alone time. But, at the sound of your brother and your boyfriend's laughter, you close your book and sigh. Your alone time will forever be short-lived with these two idiots in your life.

"(Y/N), I figured it out!" Cedric cheers, swinging an arm around Draco's shoulder as you turn and stand up to face them.

"He came running out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, shouting for you, and when he couldnt find you in the common room, he went to find me, because he logically assumed I'd be with you. Of course, this was the one time you WERENT with me!" Draco laughs at the mental image of Cedric running around in a towel.

You raise an eyebrow. "Is that really what you were laughing so hard about?"

Draco shakes his head. “No, but you'll find out about that in a minute."

You look to your brother for further explanation, and he clears his throat. "The next challenge is in the lake, the mer-people are going to take something important from me and I have to go and get it back from them, which means holding my breath for an hour, apparently."

This only confuses you even more, so you turn to Draco. "And now for the funny thing?"

Draco grins. "Well, as something important to Cedric is going to be taken and put in potential danger, I have been trusted with the job of hiding you from literally everyone in Hogwarts, so that YOU arent the important something that is put in potential danger."

You throw your head back and groan in frustration. "Does that mean we have to spend the night in the Room Of Requirement like we did when the Chamber Of Secrets was opened and you both got paranoid that I'd get snatched by the child-catcher Tom Riddle?"

Draco nods, his smile widening. "Exactly!"

And so, you and Draco spend the night in the Room Of Requirement, admiring the imaginary stars that appear on the ceiling, and talking about nothing in particular, until the two of you fall asleep. What Draco "forgets" to tell you, is that he sets his watch to wake him every few minutes throughout the night, to make sure that you're still safe, and havent been taken. The next morning, Draco breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that you're out of harms way, and the two of you head to the lake to watch the challenge. In comparison to facing a dragon, Cedric going for a swim didnt scare you quite as much, but it was still a stressful experience, and even winning first place for the challenge didnt seem like enough of a reward for your brother's efforts, not in your eyes.

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Who Let Vampires Run Rock n' Roll?! Part 2!

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Trying this again because there's a dumb 4096 word limit. There's gonna be blood and biting. Plenty of intimacy too.

Part One.

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A little under 1,000 words.

It's Mai, not Mia. No matter how many times I misspelled it. 😭

Happy reading!

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I ran out of the venue as soon as the concert was over, avoiding any enthusiastic yet envious crowd members who were oh-so-enthralled by the little performance I put on with the band’s lead. 

I hid behind a wall that’s part of the labyrinth they call a parking lot.

He BIT me!! In front of all those people! Why?!

The heat in my face escalated as I envisioned that scene. And those little glances and winks he would sneak at me afterward. And him holding me…

I shake my head and slap my cheeks twice. 

No, I gotta stay calm. Stay calm and find my car so that I can get outta here…

Following the faded-out signs that lead to the higher floors, I feel as though my legs might collapse before I even make it to the car. Exhaustion weighed on me as if it was a truck tire on my shoulders. 

My desire to go home and sleep was much stronger than my desire to lay down on a concrete ground to rest(and possibly get run over). I continued to walk until I finally found my car. I unlocked it and went inside, closing the door behind with a thud that echoed throughout the whole place.

I attach my Alistair keychain to my keys, turn on the car, and drive out of the parking lot. 

My bed and I shall be reunited like lost lovers.

•••

A melody plays from afar, waking me up. The sunlight hitting my face tells me that I should’ve been awake a long time ago. I get out of bed with a slouch as I rub my eyes, not fully alert just yet. 

I walk over to my dresser, correcting a fallen shirt strap before grabbing my phone. Mai’s photo lights up as the song plays.

She’s calling me now? She never calls me this early…

I answer the call.

“Hello,” I say in a groggy voice before being interrupted.

“AAAHH OH MY GOD, GIRLIE!! OH MY GOD,” she screamed, brutally murdering my sleepiness.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down, I just woke up,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on? WHAT’S GOING ON??? How can you have that happen to you and NOT remember?!”

Oh.

“Well, about that,” I start.

“HE KISSED YOU,” Mai cut me off again, overly excited for me. “See, I TOLD he would! I’m so happy for you, girlie! Happy and jealous, like-AAH, you’re so lucky! I would kill to get that!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said again, curbing her enthusiasm. “How’d you know that? I didn’t send you that video last night.”

Also, he did NOT kiss me. Most kisses don’t involve a direct chomp to the throat.

“Somebody recorded it and posted it online,” Mai responded in a calmer tone. “When I woke up, it was in my recommended and I had to see it for myself.”

“Oh my God…”

I move the phone away, placing my face in the sanctuary of the palm of my hand. I bring it back, with an idea in mind.

“Could you please send it to me,” I ask. “There’s something I wanna see again.”

Mai giggled on the other line.

“Sure!”

‘“Mai(Bestie ❤ ️ ❤ ️) has sent ‘1’ attachment.”’

I clicked on the notification to see the video-- “Lucien Kissed a Girl and He Liked It!!”

Oh brother…

I look at the current view count- 100k views?! I thought Crimson Nocturne was a small band. 

“I’m going to watch the video, I’ll call you back, Mai.”

“Okay,” Mai said. “But you better tell me how the concert was later!”

“I will, see you later!”

“See you!”

She hung up, and with that, I tapped on the video to play it.

The video started with Lucien screaming while the band played. Of course, I’m there in his arms, looking a little shy. 

Soon, they went to the breakdown when Lucien whispered to me. 

I nodded like the fool I was and then…

Smooch?!

Instead of the bite, it showed him kissing me directly on the lips and the crowd going crazy. 

What?

I slow down the video to 0.25x to take another look at it. I refuse to believe that he committed such an act.

Even when it was slowed down, I couldn’t hide from the un-truth. His lips just slowly met mine. 

It’s too good-looking to have been edited in. It’s too natural to have been slapped on with artificial intelligence…but how?

How did they fake a kiss?!

I looked into the comment section to see if anybody else remembered it differently.

“omg i’m so jealous 😭it should’ve been meee”

“We got Lucien making out with a girl before a certain sixth installment of a popular game.”

“Ooh Lysander was gawking at them!!”

The rest of the comments were of similar caliber except for one, which has been severely disliked.

“There’s no way this was a kiss. This whole band is weird and we should take action by looking into them further.”

It’s different…but there’s no real proof that they saw the bite. 

Did I somehow hallucinate the bite? Was the piercing of his fangs as they entered my throat just a figment of my imagination? Maybe the sound of my blood, my life source, being swallowed by him was just the wind? 

It can’t be. Yet at the same time, it seems like the most plausible thing to believe in. 

I mean, people would call me crazy if I said otherwise. 

I will post part three RIGHT after this is posted! Gaah!