#and. um. yea i get home fucking DRAINED from those things. so

[djevelbl]

Ok so I'm not having a good time trying to do catch-up bc I just do not like what I'm drawing. Idk if I've hit a wall with my art style, if I've caught the infamous Art Block™ or what in the fuck, but I might just not finish IMtober. Wouldn't be surprising, I don't think I've ever finished an inktober challenge in my life before, so

[wenwenbittercake]

✨AIZAWA X READER✨

(Thank you so much for reading my fan fiction. There's not much fluff. A little bit of smut so you know. Also swearing. If you can't take teacher x reader plsss don't read this.)

You just started UA and the first thing you realize was you're tall handsome teacher with long wavy black hair. You seated at the corner of the class giving you a perfect view of your teacher.

" Good morning everyone my name is Shouta Aizawa you can call me mr. Aizawa. From now on I'll be your homeroom teacher so no funny business around me." he said as he gave a smirk to the class making everyone giggle but it's a smirk you will remember for the rest of your life.

You watched him carefully as he teach but your mind is not on the subject but on him. To be honest he's the most handsome guy you have ever seen in your life. His facial features and his body is perfect. Like an angel that fall from Heaven, his voice is like music to your ears. No voice in this world can calm you down like this. He always wear baggy clothes but you wonder, how much muscles are he hiding behind those clothes. Huge rule at your teacher has veiny strong hands, you wish he didn't you down with then.

The Best Is Yet To Come, when you and your class practice on the field, I saw our would roll his sleeves up to his elbow, showing his car covered on once he wore a sleeveless shirt causing you to have a nose bleed. It was embarrassing but it's worth it.

Because of this, you start to lack on his subject making aizawa move you to sit in front of his desk. This gave you a chance to admire him close. His scar Place perfectly under his right eye, and his eyes, those pitch dark eyes that you got hypnotized even though he's not using his quirk.

"RingggRingggRinggg!" The bell rang and everyone in the class run for their lives to the cafeteria, except you, he got out last so you could admire your teacher till the last minute.

"Y/N can you meet me in my office after school, we need to talk about your grace." He said with disappointment that makes you feel guilty for a moment.

You nodded and left. It's 3 p.m. and students are running towards they're busses or walking back home. Except you, you are now standing in front of mr. Aizawa's office. Your fingertips are cold. You realize that you're great start to descend but it stops at Bs or Cs. You're really nervous about this. Before you knock on the door you heard...

"Come in."

You walk in, closing the door behind you quietly, and set on the seat in front of his desk. He sign and passed you a pile of paper. These are your current test scores and they are filled with Fs. You feel like the blood from your body has been drained.

"Y/N, do you know if you keep on going like this you will fail on the finals."

"I-i know." You look down on the table not being able to look him in the eyes.

All of a sudden, he walk up to your seat, placing his right hand on the table and his left on the back of your chair. His face so dangerously close to yours. Look you straight in the eyes and said..

"So tell me, what's distracting you so much?" Does he know? No way.

"Umm-i"

"Tell me what's more interesting then my lesson?hmm?" You look away. Your face is as red as a tomato.

"Tell me!" He raised his voice a little making you jolts and panic. You can't think straight anymore. How would you reply? And then... It happened.

Your soft Rosy lips touches his. When you realize what's going on you jolted back. You look him in the eyes. He looked shocked. Out of words and look at you like WTF happened? What have you done? You just read your relationship with your teacher. What do you expect him to do, kiss you back? Tears start to fall, due to the embarrassment and sadness.

"I-i'm so sorry." You said as you run out of the office.

The next morning was awkward you can't even look him in the eyes.

"RinggRinggggRingg!"

"Y/N can we talk for a moment?" You weren't expecting that from him, after what happened. You walk towards his chair what's up your eyes fixed on the marble floor and your hands behind your back.

"So about yesterday.."

"Right, he'll be having extra classes with me, I will help you with the failing grades. " you look surprised and happy in the same time. You got to see him more.

"Really?"

" yep, is your homeroom teacher, it's my responsibility to teach you, isn't it?" He gave you a slide smirk. You blush that it an attempt to hide it.

"A-about yesterday."

"Oh don't worry about it." You look shocked. Really? He really don't mind? Of course, and his eyes you're just a naive little child, nothing much.

"However..." he said as he pull you towards him, making you fall on his chest, positioning you to sit on his lap, facing him.

"...we need to work on that kiss of yours."

"B-but this is wrong."

"I know, but it feels so good, doesn't it?" He whispered into your ears in a deep voice making you want to melt in his hands.

You've been in this little Affair for 2 years. However, you feel like time flies faster when you're beside him. You want to be with him till the end. You know this relationship won't last but you still hope it did. You gave all of you to aizawa. Every inch of your body and soul. You love him a lot. Your grades got higher even though you didn't do much work. Every day, you come to school just to meet Mr aizawa. You were loved, you are appreciated, feelings that you never felt before. He told you you were his everything, but sometimes he gave you looks as if. .. he regrets it. No way, why should he regretted it feels so good doesn't it?

Your graduation got nearer and Shouta has been ignoring you for these past couple of days. You didn't get the wink when he passes you or private lessons that you crave to have. He wouldn't call you or text you anymore. Even if you sent him photos and text messages. You felt hurt a little. Maybe it's because then final exams are getting close. Or maybe because he's just busy. He felt neglected. Is he bored of me? Does he not like me anymore? But he said I'm his everything. Is it because I'm not pretty enough but he said I'm perfect. The thoughts filled in your head as you walked toward his office. As you are about to knock the door, you heard. ..

"I'm coming home early today."

"Hmm, I promise I won't be late this time."

"Hahah I know I know."

"Yea love you bie." Aizawa said as he ends the call.

You feel the similar cold feeling. Is he meeting other people? Is it his wife? Wait he's married? Who is this person he's talking to? Maybe his family member? Am I not good enough did I do something wrong?

"Y/N" you snap out of your thoughts but I saw was voice. He look like he's ready to go back home.

" ..you're supposed to be home 30 minutes ago. What are you doing here?"

" I thought we were supposed to have our tutor session today?"

"Oh-um no need for that, your grades not bad these days, I don't think you need them anymore."

Is he fucking serious? Why is he playing dump now? You didn't even let anything in tutor sessions, are you both do is fuck. Tears start to fall from your eyes. You know this wouldn't last, why are you crying now?

"Y/N are you alright?" He asked does he pull you into the office. He locked the door behind him and knocks you what's going on but you wouldn't listen. You start to strip in front of him.

"W-wait, not today I gotta go somewhere."

" I thought anything can wait if it's me?" You said as he drop on your knees and start to take off his belt.

"W-wait but this is important!"

" I thought I'm the most important thing in the world?" You said as you slip his cock into your mouth.

"W-wait auhhh."

The graduation music plays outside the school. Every student is happy, taking photos with their friends and families. Not you though.

"W-what are you say?"

" it hurts to say this but we need to stop this relationship. It's not healthy anyways." You can't believe what you just heard. Said by a men who promise to never leave you behind.

"Wait did I do something wrong? I promise I can fix it, please just don't leave me." Uhealth on mr. Aizawa has arm like your life depends on it. The last thing he wants to do is to make you cry but he knows he has to end this fast. He hugs you tightly.

" no no, it's not your fault it's mine. I'm so sorry." He hugs you tightly. You cried into his shoulder. It hurts a lot.

"Just forget about everything, just pretend nothing ever happened. Could you do that for me?" How could you forget all of it and live on a normal life. These are the things you can never forget even if you try to. But you just want to make him proud, so your nodded hesitantly.

"Good girl." He said as he kiss your tears away.

"O-only if we do it one last time.. Please?" He's not expecting that from a shy girl like you. He expect him to say no but...

"How can I say no when you asked me so nicely. " he said I should look around and pull you into the nearest classroom.

It's been weeks since you've seen Aizawa. He stops replying your text and stop picking up your calls. You missed him so much. You want to see him again even though you promised not to. The tightening feeling on your chest wouldn't come off unless you see him. Your friends realize this so they call you to meet them at a mall. You've been ignoring your friends for a really long time so you decided to go with them this time. He stood in front of a cupcake shop. Waiting for your friends who are always late. You look around to find them and then you saw it, that wavy dark hair you used to play with, that pitch dark eyes you adore.

"Shouta!" Can't think straight anymore, you only know you want to touch him you miss him you need him. You hug him tightly.

"I missed you!"

"Y/N!" He didn't hug you back like he used to.

"Sho who's this?" A woman voice appeared behind him.

"Oh-um this is my student that recently graduated." He said as he looked at you like a stranger. A person he never met before.

"Oh how sweet. Hi my name is wife/name. I'm your teacher's wife."

"Umm nice to meet you."

"Um-oh I forgot. We have to go to the doctor's office soon." He said as he pulled his wife hand and walk away. Didn't even bother to say goodbye. From a distant you heard...

"Sho why u being so rude. She seems close to you."

"Oh it's nothing, she's just a student from my class, nothing special."

Nothing special? He dropped to the ground. The world around you crashes. Nothing special? Is this what he sees you all the time. All the love, all the kisses, all the sex. They are all fake. When he said you're his world, his everything, his only one. They're all lies. How stupid of you to not notice that he used you all this time? You are nothing to him. You are nothing more than a play thing for him. You're nothing more than a pet. A teacher's pet.

(Dammm this fan fiction hit hard. I'm sorry that I didn't put explicit smut. I just don't like writing them. I write this fan fiction to explain that teacher x student stuff can end in bad ways. Sorry that this is not the spicy stuff you all use to read. I hope you all can for give and thank you for read. 😓😓🙏🙏🙏💗💕💕💗✨✨✨)

(Ik this man would never do something like that😭😭)

[eberles]

All These Years

Rafe Cameron

(gif is by @rudypankows​ :)

A/N: this was not requested, I was listening to the song All These Years by Camila Cabello and got Rafe vibes. I know she’s controversial, I don’t like her either, but I hope you guys enjoy this! I haven’t written in a while soo yea enjoy!! ☺️ i don’t ever write in 1st pov so feedback is great! bold = lyrics, italics = flashbacks

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of drug use, ends with a cliffhanger???

your hairs grown a little longer, your arms look a little stronger, your eyes just as i remember, your smiles just a little softer

“Hey! Look who’s here! It’s Rafe Cameron!” No, no! There’s no way this is happening. Is it possible that the first party i’m attending since moving back home my ex just also happens to be here? Turning around slowly, feeling all the color drain from my face the second I spotted him. Of course, it’s possible, it’s happening. 

“Y/N, you good? We can leave?” my friend was speaking next to me, but I could barely understand what she was saying. The trance I was in too powerful to be able to hear or understand a thing. The only thing I could and wanted to focus on was Rafe. Rafe. My Ex. His hair is longer and no longer slicked back and it looks like he’s been working out more. He’s filling out his shirts more than before, the fabric of his t shirt tighter on his arms. His eyes just as bright and beautiful as before, even across the room I could see the strong color in them, making me want to stare into them all night.

i never prepared for a moment like that, suddenly it all came back, cause after all these years i still feel everything when you are near

It’s been almost 3 years since the break up and lucky for me, we broke up just before I had to go to the mainland for college. Even after 3 years, seeing him again brought back all the feelings I once had for this boy. All the laughs and heartache. The love and fights. I could feel all of it circling around me as I watched him make his way around the party.

“This was the last time, I promise!” Rafe cried out holding my hand, begging me to forgive him. I could barely look at him anymore, he didn’t look or sound the same as the Rafe I fell in love with.

“No Rafe! You say that every fucking time! I can’t do this shit anymore! You need to figure it the fuck out and I can’t wait around for you to get it together!” I could feel the heavy stream of tears running down my face as I yelled at him. I shook my hands out of his and started to storm out of his room. I could feel my chest tightening it was getting harder to breathe with the more distance I created between us.

“Y/N! Wait! Don’t give me up on me, please!” Rafe grabbed my shoulders spinning me around to look at him. His normally beautiful blue eyes were completely blood shot and dilated. I could smell the alcohol on his breathe and I felt like he was suffocating me. 

“You gave up on yourself, Rafe! I’ve accepted this version of you too many times and i’m done!” That was true, he knew it too. Every time he got high, every time he fucked something up, every time he owed Barry money, every time he beat someone up, I was the one there to pick up the mess. I simply can’t do it anymore. I deserve better and it hurt like a bitch to walk away.

Recalling the memory of our last fight, I could feel myself blinking back a few tears. The thing about my relationship with Rafe is that it wasn’t all bad and the good memories are much more prominent in my brain. Those good moments we had have made me want to run right back to Rafe many times in the last 3 years. It was easy to let it go and forget, when he wasn’t standing in front of me.

and it was just a quick “hello” and you had to go and you probably will never know you’re still the one i’m after all these years

Zoning out almost completely falling back into old habits, letting myself think of the good times with Rafe, I had almost missed him getting closer to me. I wasn’t trying to watch him make his rounds saying ‘hi’ to everyone at the party, but I couldn’t look away. Everything about him drew me in, and it’s easy to get sucked back into old ways.

“Hey y/n...” Rafe made his way over to me and to my surprise he actually said hello. 

“Hi, Rafe.” It was better to keep it short, frankly I didn’t need to know how he was because once I found out I would be getting invested into his complicated life all over again. He looked like he was about to say something else until Topper started yelling his name and running through the crowd to get to Rafe.

“Rafe, bro, your girls here! She’s looking everywhere for you!” Topper slurred his words, clearly intoxicated while he pat Rafe on the back and handed him a drink. I couldn’t stop the pang in my chest when I hear Topper say “your girl” knowing he wasn’t referring to me. 

“It was good to see you, y/n.” and before I could even respond he was off into the crowd of party goers once again. 

couldn’t help but overhear you, sounds like you’re happy with her, but does she kiss you like i kissed you? i wish i loved you like i miss you

Watching Rafe walk away from me and into the arms of another girl hurt way more than it should have after 3 years. He had a big smile on his face when he walked up to the blonde and grabbed her waist bringing her in close to him. She didn’t look nearly as happy as she should have, in fact, she looked annoyed by his presence. 

She pulled away from him and gave Rafe a quick kiss, making my stomach bubble up in jealousy as I watched the two. The kiss didn’t look very welcomed for someone who was ‘looking everywhere for him’ as Topper stated. I watched the two of them interact for a short while before getting irritated and making my way out of the party. 

I found myself on the front porch of the house, still able to hear the chaos that was happening inside, but at least their was fresh air out here. I was only a little tipsy, but I couldn’t stop my mind from wondering. Could it be the alcohol or are these genuine feelings? Do I miss Rafe? Do I love him still? 3 years is a long time, y/n. Does she kiss him as good as I did? Does he ever think about-

you’re still the one i’m after all these years, i never told you, i shouldve told you

“I thought i’d find you out here.” Rafe slowly closed the front door, forcing me to lose my train of thought. He walked over to the porch swing I was sitting on and sat down next to me with our thighs just barely touching.

“You were looking for me?” I felt amused.

“Yes.” Rafe smirked slightly, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I could feel the heat making its way through my body, I was comfortable, but definitely skeptical as to why he would want to find me.

“Well, Rafe Cameron, what can I do for you then?” I wanted to keep the conversation light, not looking to dwell on any past moments or bring up our history.

“I just wanted to say that um...” he chuckled lightly stopping his sentence and looking away from me. I kept my stare dead on his face entranced by what he could possible say next. I nodded my head at him urging him to keep speaking. “Um, she’s not you...by the way. No one ever will be.” 

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[alias-b]

Without The Lights~ Billy Hargrove x OC Camille Harper

Chapter 6: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)    

A/N: More S2! The Billy&Steve fight //sigh. Our boy really fucks up and Camille does not take that shit. TW: violence, assholes, death, and nods to antisemitism.

 “Car is too far away and…oh, shit. A payphone.” Camille raced down toward an old train stop, worn down. She slipped a coin in while the group chatted behind her. “C’mon, c’mon.”

  “Hello?” Her mother’s voice sounded on the other end.

  “Ah, mom. Sorry, I forgot to say, I got…invited to stay out later. I’m going to a movie.” Camille caught her bloodied nose and mouth in the glass.

  “Of course, don’t stay too late.”

  “Where is dad?”

  “Work, the lab stole him from us again today. Poor thing. Thought about bringing him dinner, I could sneak it to him on the first floor.”

  “Something wrong there?” Camille urged.

  “Oh, no, I’m sure. You know how they keep him busy.” Her mother paused when she scoffed.

  “Oh, I know.” Fingers gripped the phone before she found a thought. Harper Sixx. Named after Camille. Her stomach clenched unpleasantly, voice cracking when realization washed over her. Her home life was over. “Mom, I gotta go.”

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No, I’ll be home late. I just…” Camille’s voice grew thick. “Goodbye.” She smacked the receiver down and scrambled for more change, pushing it in. “Fuck, fuck fuck.”

  “Hello?”

  “Mrs. Hargrove, can I speak to Billy?” There was a scuffle before she caught the sounds of a silent struggle.

  “Yea, uh… One moment… Please, stop it,” Susan had begged. Camille heard a smack. Skin on skin. Billy gave a whimper when Neil pushed the phone into his hands.

  “It’s your greedy Jew whore. You know what to tell her. Don’t you try to come home without Maxine.” Camille heard as if Neil wanted her too. Billy sniffled into the receiver and cleared his throat. Behind her, Steve tugged but she waved him off.

  “Harpy,” he tried to sound level and she didn’t. Shaken and frantic.

  “Billy!” She made the solid attempt to breathe like it would lower her tone. “Ah, so, um…look we need to raincheck tonight. I can’t make it. Something came up and I…I have to take care of something. Important stuff. I’ll explain…later. Um, I gotta go-”

  “Whoa, wait.” He heard someone urging behind her. “Who is with you?”

  “No one. I’m sorry, I-”

  “Max is missing.” He cut in.

  “Max is missing…I,” Camille eyed Max’s fearful expression. The little girl shook her head quickly. “I’m sorry I haven’t seen her. She’s probably with Mike and them, you know?” She winced, not wanting to give him reason to be more upset.

  “She isn’t supposed to be... Okay, you’re sounding off.” He pressed. “If this about my disappearing that morning, I-”

  “No!” She squeaked and Steve pulled at her arm. “It’s not that, I just…I just…” She closed her eyes. “I started my period, whole big mess of cramps! Crime scene. Really bad stuff down there, you’ll want to steer clear. We’ll go another time! Bye, Billy!” She slammed the phone down.

  “Ew…” Came the chorus from the children behind her.

  “I hate you guys,” she rubbed her head and Steve was snickering. It earned him a punch in the shoulder. “Stuff it. I had to think of something.”

  “I think it worked. Come on, you know we’ll never reach the others by phone at this point. We’re scattered… Stupid walkie isn’t even working. We have to keep going. Crime scene.” Steve was still laughing so they continued on down the tracks. Screeching echoed in the distance, causing them to run toward it.

  “Why are we headed toward the sounds?!” Max hurried up behind them. Flashlights kept them going until they hit a cliff.

  “I don’t see them.” Dustin spoke.

  “It’s the lab,” Lucas realized. The building grew pitch black. Something was wrong. “They were going back home.” Camille’s body chilled.

  “My father is there.” She was already headed down, through dirt and thrush. The others followed after. Silence filled the space around them until they got closer.

  “Who’s there?” A familiar voice echoed.

  “Jonathan!” Camille waved her light in the air.

  “Camille?” He realized before the others came out. Nancy paced beside him.

  “Steve?”

  “Nancy?”

  “What are you doing here?” Nancy rushed forward. Camille didn’t know why, she came and hugged her. Arms lifted, unsure, before Nancy was embracing her friend back.

  “It’s just good to see you.” Camille sighed, sniffling. Her friend lifted a hand to her cheek.

  “What happened to your face? The blood, it’s exactly like-”

  “Eleven.” Lucas nodded.

  “Really true, huh.”

  “Ah, it’s been a night,” Camille huffed. “Monster hunting. Or…chasing.”

  “What are you two doing here?” Steve came up behind them with the kids.

  “We’re looking for Mike and Will.” Nancy answered and Dustin frowned.

  “They’re not in there, are they?”

  “We’re not sure.” She stopped when that horrid screeching echoed like wails. Camille came forward, freezing cold.

  “Give me a boost.”

  “That is not happening,” Steve was at her right while Jonathan fought with the gate switch.

  “Power still isn’t…” he slammed buttons and Nancy gasped, calling out.

  “It’s back!” They all stilled to watch the lights come on from the ground up. “We’ll go get them.”

  “I’m coming too.” Camille hurried to get into the car.

  “Steve, watch them.” Nancy raced after and Jonathan sped them up the hill once the gate opened. Camille felt her heart pound, ripping open the car door to get closer at the same time Hopper came out with Will limp in his arms and Mike next to him.

  “Chief Hopper!”

  “Didn’t stay home like I asked.” He let her take Will and hand him off to Jonathan. Nancy rushed to Mike, checking to see him over.

  “Come on,” Jonathan called.

  “Bob is still in there!” Jim held a rifle in hand, waiting with Joyce at the door.

  “So is my father. His office is first floor, I don’t know which one.” Camille came to Hopper. “Did you see him?”

  “No, not since those things came at us. Hey!” He grabbed her arm before she could run off. “You’ll die if you get near one, Camille.”

  “Let go! I have to see his face!” She fought, rounding the building to see into the first floor. She banged on glass, calling out for him. Broken and bloody windows. Bodies littered the floors. “Dad!” She raged at the same time a person crashed into the window at the end corner. Light poured out when the blinds fell. Bloodied and bruised, she saw him. Noah called her name and pounded. Camille felt herself slow. Everything she ever wanted to ask. Wanted to know. It all died.

  Calm for the first time since this nightmare began, Camille watched his eyes. He touched the glass, badly wounded so she put her hand where his was. Nothing. Blood smeared her fingers from her face and he cried out to get to her. Camille didn’t try to help him break the glass while something pounded at the door. Hopper was racing toward her in time to see her trace those three numbers in blood.

   006.

  Noah stepped back, face falling. Horrified at the realization. She pressed her lips and glared, readied to let him die while his daughter looked at him with betrayal in her eyes. Those eyes watched hope die too. Those eyes would be the last he ever saw. This world was bright red now. Behind him, the door crashed open at the same time Hopper grabbed her arm to jerk her away. She fought long enough to watch it happen; world in slow motion. A demogorgon lunged at the man who raised her, tearing flesh from bone. And it was done.

  “Get in the car!” Jim pushed her into his Blazer sitting out front before he went to yell at the others. Joyce waited until she saw Bob, relieved when he looked at her. Unconditional love. Monsters lunged at him from all sides and Joyce screamed. Camille watched from the car, terrified. Jim forced Joyce out of there, Mike got her into the car with Nancy and Jonathan to take off. Jim pushed his gun into Camille’s hands and sped after them.

  “The others…they’re at the gates.” She croaked, setting the weapon aside with a blank expression.

  “Let’s go!” Jim called when Camille got the door open to push the kids into the back seat. She ripped Steve in to join them. They sped away from Hawkins lab and she felt herself lose it. Camille dunked her head out the open window to vomit

  “Hey, hey. It’s okay,” Steve rubbed her back from the seat behind her. The car jerked to follow Jonathan’s and she fell back into Hopper in tears. Camille clung to him, arms winding around his bicep to let her grief out. For her real parents. For herself. For those other children like her. For a man that still might have loved her. Jim watched her unhinge and let her cling, one of her hands found his. He thought of Eleven again and squeezed it tighter. Something reassuring in it to let her know she was alive still.

  “Give her a moment,” Jim was quieter. “You stay with us, Camille. Just breathe.”

** ** **

  It took Steve and Max both to pull her off Jim and get her out of the car. Shaken and far away, Camille let them take her into the Byers’s house.

  “In here,” Jonathan offered his room and Nancy helped get her friend to lie down. She curled into a tiny ball.

  “Let her rest.” Jim came to the door.

  “She’s drained. Just like El.” Dustin added. “She needs to recharge.” Steve touched her face.

  “Hey, we got you, Cam.” He offered while Nancy petted her hair down. Camille closed her eyes and let them all fade away. It had to be an hour or so. That awful phone trilling and a crash brought her up. A headache pounded still and she groaned, shaking like a leaf. This was too much. Too fast. Hopper burst in, hand grasping for her wrist.

  “They know where we are!” He tugged and Camille jolted back to life. “Stay away from the windows!” Came the next warning before he tried to get her to hide in another room.

  “I’m fighting!” Camille pushed at his chest and he puffed. “These things…that lab. Destroyed my life and others. I’m fighting!” She caught Joyce’s eyes and the mother gave Hopper a nod. Camille took her place in the living room with Steve to usher the kids behind her.

  “Can you use this?” Jim held a rifle to Jonathan but Nancy stepped forward.

  “I can,” she took it. Anyone with weapons got them at the ready when that screeching echoed beyond the windows. Camille lifted her hands to recall these newfound forces inside her. The growling cut when a loud thud crashed. “What are they doing?” Tears threatened Camille’s eyes again so she stepped in front of Joyce and Jonathan. A hand squeezed her shoulder.

  “It’s going to be okay,” Joyce, who lost the man she loved and whose son was at risk, instead comforted a brave teenager before her. Camille reached with a trembling hand to lace their fingers. Steve and Nancy stepped forward, gun and bat in hand. Another crash smashed a dead demodog into the windows. The Party cried out, scrambling.

  “Holy shit!”

  “Is it dead?” Questions died when the door creaked, locks undoing themselves. A little girl stepped through the opening. Brave beyond her own years. Blood trickled from her nose and Camille realized it as Mike inched forward, speaking.

  “Eleven.” She watched Mike and Eleven embrace in tears.

  “I never gave up on you.” Mike began. “I called you every night. Every night for-”

  “Three hundred and fifty three days. I heard.” She breathed.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were there? That you were okay?”

  “Because I wouldn’t let her,” Hopper admitted, coming to El to kiss her head and bring her under one arm. “Where the hell have you been?”

  “Where have you been?” She’d shot back.

  “You’ve been hiding her.” Mike realized. “You’ve been hiding her this whole time!” He pushed at Jim hard, causing the older man to spin.

  “Hey!” Jim grabbed Mike by the front. “Let’s talk. Alone.” He ushered the upset little boy away into another room. Camille watched El greet her lost loved ones. Max tried to interact but was met awkwardly.

  “Hey,” Dustin came to tug at Camille’s sleeve. “Eleven, you should meet our new friend.”

  “Well, old friend, but new to the party. You guys have something in common.” Lucas added. El observed the pretty teen, head cocking. They both looked a little worse for wear. “This is Camille.”

  “She was there too.” Nancy crossed her arms to hold herself. Eleven reached carefully toward the shaken teen before her. Camille let her take her hand and pull the sleeve up to see the scar. Her big eyes lifted in question.

  “They burned it off. I am Six.” Saying it so firm felt huge. Camille didn’t even get to explain before this little girl was hugging her. As if she knew everything already. Arms went tight around her ribs so she could press close. Camille felt herself break again, hands lifting so she could give back what this girl had just given her. Comfort. Empathy. A sister. Camille dropped to her knees and they hugged properly.

  “It…It is okay.” Eleven felt her new friend grow emotional and petted her hair. “What do you do?” Camille sniffled when little hands cupped her face to wipe tears.

  “I see things and I remember…and I mimic. Like a perfect photograph in my head.”

  “She’s like a copy cat.” Dustin explained. “And…”

  “This too.” Camille lifted her hand and a toy car came up to her palm. El’s eyes went wide before she followed, beckoning the object to her fingers next. It was the first Camille smiled so full and content in a while. She wasn’t alone in the world. Not one bit. Hands lifted so she could wipe El’s nose on her sleeve and stand.

  “Can I see him?” Eleven asked after. Joyce took her to Will in the next room. Camille came to the table to see a message. Close gate.

  “What is this?”

  “The Mind Flayer…that’s what they’re calling it. It has Will. It's using him to spy like a host.” Nancy explained. “It’s like a huge hive mind. If we destroy it…we think we can destroy all of them. But, we need to save Will too.”

  “You’ve opened this gate before, right?” Joyce came in with El to point.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think if we got you back there, that you could close it?” The Party grouped to circle the table.

  “It’s not like it was before,” Hopper came out with Mike still upset behind him. “It’s grown. And that’s even if we get in there…that lab is crawling with those-”

  “I can do it.” El grew more confident.

  “Will is the host, if we close the gate…he’ll die.” Mike added.

  “He likes it cold…” Joyce recalled, coming to the group. “Maybe we can burn it out of him.” The plan formed all at once. The Party readied back at the cars and split again. Joyce, Nancy, and Jonathan took one car with Will while Hopper and El neared his Blazer.

  “You stay with Steve and the kids.” Jim came to Camille and she gave a solemn nod. “I’ll protect you after this. We all have to look out for each other. Stay out of sight.”

  “I let him die.” She whispered to the night air. Jim’s hand was on her shoulder again.

  “You know what that lab will do if they get you back, Camille? It wasn’t your fault, what happened.” He was honest. “You wanted to fight so you keep it up. Doing well so far.”

  “You protected Eleven. Thank you.” She lifted her gaze and bid goodbyes when the two cars sped away. “You okay?” She caught Steve’s expression.

  “I let her go.” He nodded. “She’s happy.”

  “I’m proud of you,” Camille tipped her head to his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go inside.” She ushered Lucas, Mike, Dustin, and Max back in.

  “Why didn’t she like me?” Max whispered.

  “She’ll warm up.” Camille assured her. “I like you. Steve, what are you…?” Dustin was emptying the fridge while Steve wrapped up the dead demodog.

  “For science,” Dustin shrugged.

  “Ugh…gross. Nevermind.” Camille helped them tidy glass from the floor while the two boys stuffed the monster in the fridge. Mike’s pacing was helping no one’s nerves. As they bickered about plans, Camille went down the hall to grab the bat with nails from the floor.

  “Maybe we can draw them away from the lab to protect El and Hopper.” Max spoke when she came back to the living room, propping the bat aside.

  “And clear a path to the gate.” Mike added, encouraged.

  “Yeah, then we all die.” Steve held a rag in hand and tossed out his arms.

  “Well, that’s one point of view.”

  “Uh, no, that’s a fact,” Steve turned to Dustin. Mike was pacing around toward an X on the tunnels covering the walls.

  “This is where the Chief dug a hole…this is our way into the tunnels.”

  “That’s how they got around? Tunnels under Hawkins?” Camille shook her head and tapped her chin. “This thing hates fire.” The kids picked up on her thought.

  “We set one, the Mind Flayer would call away his army.”

  “Leaving it open for El to close the gate.”

  “Even she agrees with us, Steve, you’re outnumbered,” Dustin grinned.

  “Yeah, this is a big no.” Steve came to the middle of the floor. “I promised to keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. We stay here.” Another sound echoed outside. Light pulled toward the windows. A charging like a car engine. Max recognized it first.

  “It’s my brother.” She pressed to the window. Billy's Camaro skidded to a stop just outside. “He’ll kill me… He’ll kill us.” Steve looked to Camille and she nodded, waving the kids to duck.

  “Steve. Get rid of him, it’s not safe.” She pressed near the door with him. “Damn it, Billy, what are you doing here?”

  “Stay here,” Steve went out alone. Billy looked amused, a fresh cigarette between his lips. Two kings faced off.

  “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?” Billy tossed his jacket over the hood of his car. Cigarette in hand when he laughed, fully unhinging himself now. He licked his lips and Steve was flat.

  “It’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” Steve watched him slam the door. They came to each other.

  “What are you doing here, amigo? “

  “I could ask you the same question... Amigo.” Steve brought himself higher. Tension etched the air. Camille listened through the crack in the door.

  “I’m looking for my stepsister. A little bird told me she was here,” Billy blew smoke in Steve’s face.

  “Huh. That’s weird. Don’t know her.”

  “Small. Redhead. Bit of a bitch.” Billy was revved up about something. Camille glared at the floor and looked to the kids, waving them down again.

  “Yeah…that’s not ringing a bell. Sorry, buddy.” Steve went on. Billy didn’t let this down. Something rattled under his skin.

  “You know. This whole situation, I don’t know, Harrington, I don't know…it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.” Billy gestured, eyes sly and steady. Tongue slipped out over teeth.

  “Yeah? How’s that?” Steve was undaunted.

  “My thirteen-year-old sister is missing all day. Then, I find her with you…at a stranger’s house…and…you lie to me about it.” Billy almost sounded amused, that low baritone rumbled.

  “Dude. Were you dropped too much as a child or what? I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I said: She’s not here.” Steve’s shoulders rose. Billy sniffed, scratching his nose before he gestured to the window with his smoke.

  “Yeah, okay, then who is that?”

  “Get down.” Camille hissed when the four kids dropped. But, it was too late. He’d seen them.

  “Listen, man…” Steve began. “I can explain-” He hitched a breath but Billy shoved him to the ground hard. He leaned over, hand resting on his belt buckle to tower over Steve.

  “Thought I told you to plant your feet.”

  “Billy!” Camille caved, smacking the door open. He lifted his eyes to see her. Betrayed at first. Acceptance followed. That manic sort of grim acceptance she knew too well. Camille stepped out a ways and paused. He smiled with teeth and flicked his burning cigarette on Steve. Jerking, Steve swept it off, scooting backwards. “Stop it.”

  “Well, if it isn’t the girl who cried uterus!” He clapped his hands. She looked a mess. “Here with mighty King Steve. King and Queen together. Only fitting. You look rough. Poor queen bee with all the drones at her feet. Fucking idiots who thought she’d given them the time of day. Praised be her royal highness, rich girl. He do that to you? We finally getting a glimpse of the real King of Hawkins? And I thought he'd gone soft.”

  "Enough, it isn't-"

  "Enough? I'm just starting, Harpy. What, did you meet up with a friend to...try something? Hm? Poor dying drones eating themselves to taste your sweet, sweet honey. It's all you have to give people, they're nothing to you." Billy didn’t drop his gaze from her own and charged his foot into Steve’s stomach to knock the air from him. Like he was rubbing it in. The baritone seethed now. “They all fall down.”

  “Billy!” Camille didn’t think, she just rushed forward to push him off. Billy gripped her wrist and fell into the hood of his car. All dressed up for their date. “You don’t know what’s going on!"

  "Oh, I don't?" His grip grew painful, face inches from her own. "Spin me another sob story, Camille. I dare you. Spoiled rotten. Greedy little rich bitch. Lies, lies, all the fucking lies. You're just like me, bee. A user. Making the rounds."

  "Greedy?" Camille's cheeks heated. She jabbed back. "You get that from your daddy?" Billy jerked her closer, hissing. "I'm not the only mockingbird." Steve was trying to drag himself in an effort to help his friend.

  "Shut the fuck up." He shook her so Camille pushed him into his car. A dangerous smile crept over his lips; her friend vanished. The jackal and the fox. "There's my rough and tumble, girl."

  "Get the fuck out of here. This isn’t what it looks like, Billy, just go home. It isn’t safe. Get your shit together, I'll explain later. But, you need to go right now. You need to fucking leave.”

  “Not what it looks like?" Hands clamped around her wrists again. "We’ll see about that. Shall we?” He dragged her toward the house while Steve struggled to get his breath. Camille beat at his arm to let go. The door slammed open, his grip like iron. “Explain this! Oh, Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.” Max was petrified. Billy shoved Camille aside when she pushed at him again. She tripped and toppled to the floor, eyes lifting. For a moment, he saw his mother there. Cowering. Mike and Dustin rushed to help her while he zeroed in on Max with Lucas at her side.

  “Billy, stop it!” She watched him reel further. Red.

  “I thought I told you to stay away from him.” He was vibrating with rage. Neil consumed him all at once.

  “Billy, go away,” Max stepped to him, terrified. Camille stumbled to her feet.

  "You're letting him win." She offered, softer. Billy seized up at that, fists clenched. He pressed forward into red waters.

  “You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me.” Billy threatened. Camille finally saw him for what he was. Awful. “I break things.” Billy grabbed for Lucas to shove him back into a bookcase. Items scattered. Lucas kicked and struggled before Camille wedged to get between them, the kids behind her began to yell. Overlapping in the chaos.

  “Get off!” Lucas raged, Billy held him steady.

  “Stay away from her!”

  “Billy, he’s just a kid!” Camille was beating on him and tugging. “Let him go! He’s a child!”

  “Get off me!” Lucas brought his knee up into Billy’s crotch, stunning him. Camille pushed and Billy was thrown back by force. Hands outstretched and he hit the door. Blue eyes widened at her. The freak.

  “Get the fuck away from him!” She planted herself in front of Lucas. Billy thought of his mother again. Leaving even when he tried so hard to stand between her and Neil. Why wasn’t he enough? And Neil had finally beaten him down to size tonight.

  “Queen has more tricks... Oh, Sinclair, you’re dead!” Billy was on his feet. “You are so dead!”

  “No, you are,” Steve found his fight and whirled Billy around to land a fist into his jaw. Billy dropped like a sack of bricks into the table. He smiled with bloodied teeth, impressed and gone. Camille shoved Lucas toward his friends to protect them. Billy stumbled like a drunk on his feet.

  “I see you got some fire in you after all, huh?!” He reeled with high laughter. Blood bubbled on his tongue. “I’ve been waiting to meet this ‘King Steve’ everyone’s been telling me so much about!”

  “Get. Out.” Steve poked Billy in the chest. Undaunted, Billy paused. His eyes landed on Camille again. Looking at him like he was a monster. Fine. He swung to hit Steve, missing. Steve rushed at him, landing solid punches until they backed into the counter.

  “Get him! Kill him!” The children egged Steve to fight. Billy laughed and laughed between hits, grasping a plate to crash into Steve’s head. “Shit! Billy! Steve!”

  “Kick his ass!” Lucas called as Camille kept pushing the kids back and away. Billy stalked like a predator when Steve couldn’t recover quick enough, ripping him up to get in his face.

  “No one tells me what to do.” He smashed their heads together and threw Steve to the floor. “Whoo!” The high consumed him.

  “Billy, stop!” Max was screaming. Steve fell against the ground after trying to get up, both boys bloodied. Billy came to straddle him, unleashing years and years of repressed rage upon the King of Hawkins High. Camille lunged again, arms around Billy’s neck to stop him. Adrenaline charged. She beat on him. Pulled his hair. Teeth came down into his shoulder and he wailed, grabbing her dark locks to tear her off and shove her aside. She was gone too. Red. Red. Red. Abilities forgotten, she unleashed in turn. Fists pummeling and grabbing at him while he laid into Steve.

  "Billy!" She screamed and screamed again, tearing him to the floor with force when the pressure built. Became too much. Blood spilled from her nose against his exposed chest. Billy screamed with her like it was all they could do now. He grabbed her arms, slamming her down into the hardwood. They both cut off, eyes wide to watch each other. Burning. Fingers dug into her shoulders. Something wet hit her face when his whole body quivered. A tear squeezed from his eyes. Billy bared his teeth and she just watched his eyes, readied to be consumed. In the heat of the moment, he didn't try to strike further. Instead, he dragged to go for Steve again. Camille threw herself on his back, tugging once more. Utter mayhem sent items all over the house.

  “Look out!” Max, unable to take anymore, charged forth with a needle Joyce left behind. It stabbed into Billy’s neck at the same time Camille fell away. Breathing heavily, they all stilled. Billy stumbled to his feet while Camille pulled Steve’s bloodied form into her lap to check him out. His poor face was swollen all over. Billy hissed, blood all down his mouth and chin before he pulled the needle out.

  “The hell is this…?” He dropped it aside, stepping toward Max when the world blurred. Camille propped Steve up and leapt to stand in front of Max. “You little shit…what did you…you…?”

  “Stay away from her!” She crossed one arm over Max, backing her up. He watched her eyes, fear and anger. Hatred too. “You are just like him.” Truly disappointed, a fox tore the jackal apart instead and he let her. Realization twisted a knife into his gut. “Proud of it? I bet you that he would be.”

  “Camille.” He puffed, hand lifting to grasp her arm blindly. Tried to stay steady. Wobbling, Billy fell backwards and slipped from her, legs splayed, against the floor. Another chuckle erupted as he shifted and tried to get up with no result. Max growled and yanked up the bat while Camille went to Steve again.

  “From here on out, you’re going to leave me and my friends alone. Camille too! Neil is an asshole, but you didn’t have to be! Stay away from us! We owe you shit! I’m done! You hear me! Done! Do you understand?” She would not change him.

  “Screw…you.” Billy licked his teeth, lost. Alone. Finally, his father. Max crashed the bat between his legs and his head lifted, eyes finally showing fear.

  “Say you understand! Say it!” She screamed.

  “Oh…kay…”

  “I couldn’t hear you.”

  “I under…stand.”

  “What?”

  “I understand…” Billy’s head lulled when he lost consciousness. He saw Camille’s eyes and was gone. Max tossed the bat aside, leaving the boys awed behind her.

  “Steve, come on, stick with us.” Camille shook him while he shifted to whine.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Max dug for Billy’s skull keychain, holding the key up.

  “We can’t leave these two, help me out.” Camille got Steve into the car. He was barely conscious too, trying to flood back.

  “Tell me why we’re taking the brick shithouse also?” Dustin groaned as they dragged Billy outside. Camille grabbed Billy’s brown bomber coat and put it on to block out the cold.

  “He’ll be out for hours.” Camille shoved him into the car, buckling him before she climbed in back to help Steve. “I’ll drive.” She was ignored when Dustin got into back, squeezing on Steve’s other side. “Hey, what are you guys…? Oh, no. This is not happening.” Max took the wheel with Lucas and Mike next to her. “Wait!”

  “I got this!” Max hit the gas hard. Camille was half on Billy while he limply rocked in his seat. Steve fell toward her so she cleaned his face. Max took hard turns with Lucas shouting directions. Gas sloshed in a tank Mike was holding. Steve roused with a whine and began to panic. Dustin went to calm him until the older teen was clinging to them both.

  “Stop the car!”

  “Everyone shut up!” Max roared, hammering the gas so they jerked into a field. Steve was screaming until they yanked to a stop, skidding along the dirt.

  “We’re fine.” Max shrugged, shaking herself. “Told you guys. Zoomer.” They charged out, leaving Billy to sag in the backseat.

  “You fucking asshole,” Camille whispered in his ear, following them to get items out of the truck. Goggles and bandanas. Gloves. Flashlights. Gas. Steve was still freaking out.

  “This ends now!” He threw his hands up but, Camille was shoving gear into his arms.

  “A party member requires our assistance,” Dustin was calm. “It’s our duty to provide it.” They came to the crater. Dustin put the bat in Steve’s hand. “Keep us safe.” Steve watched them and shook his head.

  “I’ll go first.” He put on the gear and carefully dropped with Camille next. They helped the younger kids inside down a rope.

  “The hell?” Camille looked around. Damp. Floating matter. It was practically another world. Haunted.

  “Any of you little shits die down here, I’m getting blamed.” Steve took the lead, half amused. It set them somewhat as ease. Spores opened along the walls with fog. Camille edged to Steve’s right. “Come on,” they picked up the pace, “little hustle!”

  “Here!” Mike bellowed as they dropped gas cans about, pouring it all over. Vines almost came alive.

  “Get behind us,” Camille breathed easy and nodded to Steve.

  “Alright, you guys ready?” He was met with agreement and flicked a lighter open.

  “Light her up,” Dustin replied.

  “I am in such deep shit.” Steve huffed.

  “Get in line.” Camille stood taller. Steve tossed the flame forth, fire erupted before them. Vines whipped around with cries of agony.

  “Go! Let’s go!” They backtracked toward the exit. “Run!” Harrowing screams bellowed all over. Mike was thrown down when a vine grabbed his ankle. Camille stomped it, yanking him to his feet. The group charged and skidded to a stop when a single demogod leered.

  “Dart,” Dustin opened his arms. The creature stilled. “Trust me.” He went on when the group grabbed for him to stop. “Hey, Dart. Hey…it’s me, your friend, Dustin? Will you let us pass? You hungry?” Dustin dug out a candy bar from his pack. It was working. Dart didn’t try to attack them. “Good boy.” He set it down and they watched the creature instead go for it to eat. Sneaking around it, Dustin lingered after the group. “Bye, buddy.”

  “Let’s go! Let’s go!” Steve led the party back to the entrance. Roars echoed behind them.

  “The gate,” Camille gasped. “Go! Now!” They hoisted Max up the rope first. Steve and Camille got Lucas and Mike up next. The wails drew closer. Tunnels shaking when a stampede approached.

  “Shit!” Dustin called.

  “Go!” Steve pushed at Camille. Silhouettes raced in the distance. Closing in too fast.

  “No! Not without you!” She lifted her arms on the defensive and Dustin got behind them. It was too late. Her eyes watered and she took Steve’s hand. “We’re good kids.” He sighed, bat at the ready.

  “Yeah, we are.” They braced for the end when demodogs scurried and instead went around them. Frozen, Steve pulled Camille and Dustin close to him as each creature sprinted beyond the tunnel.

  “Eleven.” Mike gasped above. Dustin was heaved to the surface and Steve pushed Camille up before she reached for him. The world spun, something changed. Headlights off Billy’s Camaro burned brighter, blinding them.

  “She’s doing it,” Camille shielded her eyes. They blared and then dimmed. “What happened?”

  “We won.” Mike came forward, eyes lifting to the sky. Relieved, the teens came in for a tight embrace. Camille looked to the stars and closed her eyes, air cleansed her skin. They burrowed together. She was home.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Terran Omega

Pairing: Star-Lord x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,923

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“Pet, you must eat!” Through your excruciating pain, you forced yourself to look up at the white haired man as he sent a bowl of strange fruit into your “display case”. Your stomach turned at the idea and with the last bit of strength you had left, you simply closed your eyes. You knew this day would come; death from denying your body what your genetic nature ached for, but you wished it hadn’t taken fourteen years of hell to get to this point. Growing up, you had been told that it would be painful for Omega’s that never found a mate but this was beyond anything you could have possibly imagined. You heard Tivan scoff loudly, just like he did every day during your heats.

“You’re impossible, girl. What a waste.” You let out a pained whine as he walked away, not caring what he thought of you at that moment. Though you never had. Not since he stole you from your home in the middle of the night as a teenager.

He called himself ‘The Collector’, “the keeper of the largest collection of interstellar fauna, relics and species in the galaxy” (or so you had heard him tell his many clients throughout the years.) Apparently, an unmated Omega from Earth (or Terra as he usually called it) was something worth collecting. Tivan, however, didn’t realize the cost of that decision. Without realizing it, he had signed your death warrant… but damn, had death taken its sweet time to collect it’s fee.

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He could smell it the second he stepped off the Milano. Water lilies, dogwood blossoms and fresh water. It smelled like home, it smelled like Missouri. Peter stumbled the slightest bit as he walked down the back ramp, completely ignoring Rocket and Drax’s bickering and Gamora’s complaining. He couldn’t even hear the soft ‘I am Groot’ from Baby Groot who was currently perched on his right shoulder. All he could focus on was his Omega and the excruciating pain she was in. She needed him and he needed to find her. He needed to help his mate.

“Quill!” Peter shook his head and looked over at Gamora, no longer enamored with the green beauty in front of him. “We have to go.” He shook his head as he walked down the ramp and passed Groot off to her.

“I need to find her.” He said in a slight daze as he scented the air, desperately looking for you. His eyes darted around, searching the faces of the outlaws on the mining colony of Knowhere even though he had no idea who he was looking for; his natural instinct was just to find her.

“Quill! Get your ass back over here!” Rocket shouted as his vision was blocked by a blaster. Peter shook his head and took a step back from the troll guarding the door his Omega was behind. His green eyes were frantic as Drax grabbed his red jacket and pulled him back.

“Alright!” Peter shouted as he ripped himself away away from his fellow Guardian. He flipped the collar of his jacket and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.” He glanced back over his shoulder at the building he knew to be the Collector’s Museum and resolved that no matter what, he was going to get in there before they left Knowhere.

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Cedar wood, citrus and river water; a mouth-watering combination you hadn’t smelled in fourteen long years. The smell curled through the filter of your air source; twisting in your core and relieving the ache that lived there. You forced your head off the metal bottom of your case; desperate to find him. Your body shook from your malnutrition as your knee knocked over the bowl Tivan had put there hours before.

His green eyes found yours instantly, boring into your soul and filling you with a hope long since lost. Tears welled in your (Y/E/C) eyes as you laid your hand on the glass; silently begging him to help you. You could feel his heart break for you as he glanced over at Tivan before looking back at you. His lips began moving as he pointed at you; drawing the attention of the members of his small group and Tivan, who simply shook his head and turned his back on you.

“She’s dying! Look at her!” The man roared, loud enough that you could hear him despite the thick glass that surrounded you. Tivan shrugged and said something back as he continued looking at whatever this group had bought them. You watched as he glanced at the raccoon at his side, an animal you were not only stunned to see but even more shocked to see standing on his hind legs and apparently talking. With a look back at you, he motioned for you to lay down.

Your head had barely hit the metal when the glass above you shattered. You could hear the sound of Tivan’s voice, howling in pain a few seconds before those gorgeous green eyes appeared right in front of you.

“Come here, Omega.” He cooed as he carefully reached into your display case and lifted you up. You instinctively leaned into his touch, the first physical contact you had had in years as someone screamed for him to hurry up. “I got you, sweetheart.”

“Quill! Now!”

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Peter’s stomach turned at how light you were; basically skin and bones, but as the sweet smell of Missouri wrapped him in a blanket, he knew that even though this may be his way of signing his own death warrant, he was doing the right thing. A protective growl rolled from his chest as you curled into yourself against him.

“Rocket! Get the ship started!” He shouted as he hiked you up in his arms a bit more. His heart pounded in his chest as he ran as fast as he could.

“What are you doing?! He’s gunna kill us!” Gamora shouted as Drax took out the two guards at the entrance of the museum. He shook his head as your frail fist clutched to the front of his jacket.

“I can’t leave her.” He said simply as he dodged a group of drunk ravagers and sprinted up the ramp to his ship.

“Million units, just flushed down the drain for some girl.” Rocket complained as Peter carefully set you down in a chair.

“Rocket, just get us out of here now!” Peter roared as he brushed your dull hair off your face. You met his eyes as he gave you a small smile. “You’re safe now, Omega.” With a small smile, you reached up slowly and touched your fingertips to his cheek.

“Alpha…” He nodded as he leaned into the touch.

“I’m here. Just hold on, OK? Let me get you out of here.” You nodded and let your hand fall into your lap. With a small nod, he reached up and grabbed a small, living plant person and put it on your lap. “You hold on, too.” He said as he pointed at Groot.

“I am Groot?” He asked as Rocket and Gamora flew away from Knowhere as fast as the Milano would take them.

“Yea, she’ll be OK now.” Peter said as he ran over to the pilot’s seat to get his Omega as far away from harms way as the galaxy would allow him.

“She better be worth a million units, Quill.” Rocket shouted as Peter aimed his ship toward the first jump with no real destination in mind. The Alpha glanced over his shoulder at you; slipping into unconsciousness as you cradled Baby Groot in your palms, and nodded.

“She’s worth it to me.”

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You didn’t remember falling asleep but as you came to, you were surrounded in the smell of home. Slick pooled between your thighs as you forced your eyes open. A small whine left your lips as you turned your face into the pillow, wanting to drown in the smell.

“Hey sweetheart.” Your eyes darted over to the voice of the Alpha as he stood up from where he was sitting on a chair by the bed. He sat down on the bed by your knees as he grabbed a plate off a table by your head. He swallowed hard against his urges as he pulled the blanket back a bit. “Can I get you to eat something?” You shook your head as you reached out for his wrist.

“Alpha, please.” Peter sighed and nodded as he carefully pulled your hand off his wrist.

“I know, Omega, I know. Eat something for your Alpha and I’ll give you what you need.” His stomach clenched as you nodded once and began shoveling food down your throat; desperation wasn’t even in the ball park to describe your needs right now. That was the only part about being Terran he hated; the urges and the need Omega’s had for a knot, the control Alpha’s held over Omega’s… That was one thing he was grateful didn’t really exist much in the galaxy and where it did, it was muted and diluted. But you… you were full Terran. There was no diluting your Omega scent nor the fact that you were his soul mate.

“I’m Peter.” He said as he grabbed a bottle of water and put it on the bed in front of you.

“(Y/N)” He nodded as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Beautiful name.” His eyes searched yours as he took a deep breath. “Look, I know that you’re… kinda desperate but I need you to know I, personally, can’t claim you yet…” You inhaled sharply, choking a bit on your food as the reality that this was actually going to happen finally sunk in. You abandoned your food and curled into yourself.

“I… um… I’ve never…” He looked at you for a moment, waiting for you to finish your statement before his eyes went wide and flew down to your hips.

“Awww, fuck.” He groaned as he stood up from the bed. He scrubbed his hands over his face as he walked in a tight circle. Part of him had been hoping you had at least a little experience as he had never had a full blown Omega in his life. With a nod he turned back around and sat back down. He took your hands in his with a smile.

“So we figure this out together. Soul mates are supposed to be like, made for each other, right?” You shrugged and huffed a laugh.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get much of those classes in school. I’ve been in that box since I was fifteen.” Peter’s heart broke for you as he reached out and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“We’ll figure it out together. It’ll be uncomfortable the first time but for right now, we’ll get you through this heat.” You nodded as he grabbed the plate and bottle of water and put them on the table, flipping off the room lights before he sat back down. You let your heat take over as you reached out into the dark room and wrapped your fingers around his arm.

“Just… make it fast. I know it’s painful the first time so just…” You let out a small whine and shook your head in the dark. “Alpha, help me.” You felt the bed shift beside you as he pulled off his jacket and tossed it to the end of the bed.

“I know, Omega. Your Alpha’s here, now. I’ll always take care of you.”

[alexandercollas]

Into the Wild - Chapter 19

Chapter 19 By the time they’d made it back to the cave and canceled the spells they were both exhausted. As the excitement of the trip drained away, Mat realized just how weary he was, not only their excursion and the walking but from the residual shock from their first encounter. Their bodies ached and his magic stores were low; still he forced himself to use a little more mana to reseal the cave. He was hyper careful at this point. When Mat eventually lumbered in, he found Devon already snoring, asleep in his spot by their fire. Mat laid down and was unconscious before he realized his head had hit the pillow. The next morning when Mat awoke he could immediately tell things had changed with Devon. The entire cave was clean and packed, and something was cooking on the fire. Sitting up, he took a long hungry sniff, “I know what that smells like, but what is it really?” “A herd of pigs came by this morning. One was wounded and the pack was leaving it behind. I saved it from the predators, butchered it and cooked it. Plus, I found eggs. We have real food. I’m sick of that shit, and as you said, we've gotta start doing this.” Holding out his hand at the feast, “How’s this for a start?” “You butchered a pig? That means you killed it?” “Yes, I did both, like I said it was wounded, it had a broken leg so killing it was more of a mercy thing than a hunger thing. Breakfast was the result of a kind act and not the other way around.” “Fucking fantastic. I don’t care if it gets me bacon…” looking around the cave, “…and the cave is clean. If I’d know this would happen I would’ve let you be attacked by goblins sooner,” commented Mat as he scratched his balls and sat down beside the fire. Wrinkling his nose, “Um...I hope you’re going to wash that hand now. I don’t want you bringing that sweaty thing anywhere near my food.” Looking down sniffing, then making a face, “Ok, yea I could probably use a bath.” He ran over and jumped in the pool and took a quick rinse under the waterfall. “I’m going to miss this place.” “We have the door, so I doubt we’ll be missing it.” “Yea the real trick is finding a place to put the thing that we know is safe.” “We’ll figure it out.” After they’d finished breakfast and had the supplies and extra meat packed in Mat’s bag, they bid farewell to the cave and headed out into the grasslands in search of their futures.  Devon remembering what Mat had said earlier, turned and looked back at the cave, “That was our first home. If for no other reason than the sentimental value I’m glad we can keep it.” “Yea, it’ll be a safe place. I wonder if they mean it’s ours forever, I don’t know how expansion works on this world, but then it’s part of the mountain, so I guess there isn’t much they can do to it. We’ll come back and check on it from time to time, but I have a feeling we won’t be thinking of this cave much anymore. There's a whole world out there.” Devon pulled his pack up onto his shoulders, “Well then let’s go find it.” Their first day’s trek from the cave proved uneventful. They camped that night, cooked some of the leftover meat and then passed out from exhaustion. It didn't take them long to realize that not only were they unprepared magically, but that questing, or this world in general, was going to require physical stamina they didn’t have. With each step they took away from their cave, the more they learned how unprepared they were. They slept fitfully that night. With no walls around them and memories of their last trip, neither got much rest. It wasn't until a couple of hours after taking watch that Mat realized they could use Darth as a guard; this was the bat’s time of the day. Mat summoned him over, gave him instructions and settled down. The following morning when they awoke, they found the familiar sitting on the ground picking at the remains of some long-toothed rodent with six legs. Looking up, “It tried to invade, Master, so Darth ate it.” Devon liked how the bat always referred to himself by his name. He wasn't sure if that was training, preference or ego, but he thought it was cute. Still half-asleep they were packed and on the road shortly after the sun began to rise. Still tired Devon watched as the golden light of morning began to light the plains as storm clouds drifted in from the way they came. The landscape hadn’t changed much during the last few days. Other than grassland the only sights were a small wooded area as wide as the eye could see and about a mile deep. An hour into the trip they started to notice the first signs of civilization. They crested a ridge and off in the distance was a small fenced-in shack with a sad garden beside it. The owner, if that’s what you wanted to call him, was tending the plants as a female pulled water from a small well. Both stopped when they saw the two strangers. Devon nodded and the man nodded back and offered what Devon could only assume was a slight smile. As Devon watched the farmer, Mat tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the other side of the field. “Is that what constitutes a road, you think?” Looking up, then behind them, “We better hope it is, those clouds don’t look good. We might be finishing this journey in the rain if we don’t hurry.” They started towards the road and followed it for another hour before topping yet another hill; the land was no longer flat like before. Down below, spread out in the valley, was a village. It looked like it should’ve been in a video game or fantasy movie. Neither could hide their excitement. The buildings were set in a maze of roads, surrounded by a stone wall. The whole town was encircled by small farms and outbuildings. The town itself varied from single to multi-story, all barely looking robust enough to hold themselves up. In the center were several large cathedral looking structures. The entire village was abuzz with citizens traveling in and out the main gates. “This is what I’m talking about,” announced Matsugo. “Amen brother Matsugo. Let's get down there and see what happens next.” Just as they stepped off the hill, it started to rain. Not a quaint little spring rain but a full-on gully washer. “Great, you just had to ask what will happen next,” said Mat as they picked up their pace. By the time they made it to the village they were completely drenched. As they tried to race through the gates, a guard stopped them as he too tried to stay out of the rain. Halt...who goes there?” “Really, they ask that?” said Mat to his friend. Devon just shrugged. Turning to the guard presenting his best smile, Mat answered, “We’re just travelers, new to this area, trying to get out of the rain and find a decent inn for the night. Any suggestions?” “You’re travelers, excellent, welcome to Yalum. As for an Inn, I’d suggest “The Dancing Hobbit” it’s probably the best in the city. If you need something a bit cheaper try “Knife in the back” but as you can imagine, it’s not the safest of places.” “Yea, no... though they get points for truth in advertising,” said Mat. “Thanks for the information. Can you point us to The Dancing Hobbit?” Laughing, the guard added, “You do have to give em that. As for The Hobbit, go down the main street here and take the third left, you’ll see it halfway down. There’ll be a sign with a dancing hobbit on it.” The guard laughed again pulling his cloak closer. “Thanks,” laughed Devon as Mat headed off down the street. As they ran their boots splashed water around them. There weren’t any sidewalks which meant they quickly learned how to dodge the local traffic, mainly carts and wagons. It appeared most of the residents weren’t too happy about the weather. Several times they both stopped dumbfounded as they saw strange creatures rush by bent on getting themselves out of the downpour. Taking the third left, they saw a sign with a little dancing guy carved into it in bright colors. They could only guess it was a hobbit. Mat darted over pushing the door open, and together they stepped into their first Inn. Read the full article

[sarah-alex02-blog]

Plot Twist

There we sat in our favorite park. It was a bright sunny day, though the air just didn't seem right. But I was with her, so I knew it was all okay. You could say that she was the love of my life. My eyes were definitely set on her. The wind was sailing through her bright ginger hair contrasting against her pale porcelain-like skin. I gazed into her deep blue eyes and it felt as if I was lost at sea. The freckles that covered her face was like a puzzle that I have seemed to solve one too many times. 

A dog’s uncontrollable barking suddenly snapped me out of my gaze and I realised my angel had tears streaming down her face. I noticed that people kept staring at us weirdly but I decided to shrug it off since they were probably just concerned about my precious Violet. Her bright blue eyes were now dull holding a red tint as her hands trembled.”Violet, babe are you okay. What’s wrong?”, I gently spoke as I held her cheeks to wipe away the tears. ”Asher, there’s something I have to tell you.” My heart dropped as if a ball and chain was weighing it down.”Yea babe?”. My blood runs cold as I nervously await for her response. “Do you remember the party that happened at Janet’s house?” I nod slowly as she continues to speak, trembling with each syllable that flows out of her mouth.”When I left you to go to the washroom... these two guys dragged me into Janet’s room and started to do things that I didn’t like.”My heart started to ache with anger and sorrow as she paused and started to choke back her tears. I tilted my head towards the ground as a tear starts to stream down my face, not wanting to show her my vulnerable state and the emotions I feel towards her. She frantically wipes her tears as she continued her story.”I was so drunk that I was going in and out of reality, feeling so helpless as their cold hands were touching my body.”I hold back my tears as I grab a hold of her. “Babe, babe it’s okay. You don’t have to continue.” I hold her head towards my chest as she clenches onto my shirt finally being able to release all her emotions.

The rest of the day felt like a blur as I spent the rest of the day making sure she’s okay as I didn't want her to be alone at this time. It was around 9:30 p.m. when I dropped her off at home giving her a kiss goodnight, and telling her she was strong. As I was leaving, I felt a gust of wind and noticed how dark and dusty her house seemed. I turned around not keeping it to mind as her parents always seemed strange. I walked down the final two steps when I heard a crunch beneath my feet. I shifted my gaze downwards as my eyes settled upon a dried flower wreath. Crouching down to read the ribbon, “Be..lo..ve...? Oh whatever.” Ignoring the weird tingly feeling I felt trying to read to ribbon, I started my trek back home. The only thing that came to mind was my angel Violet. “How could someone be sick, violating someone, stripping them of their dignity. She was intoxicated, could barely walk, she gave no consent.” The more I thought, the angrier I began to feel. “I should have been there. I shouldn't have left her alone. I should have been her protector, but I let her down. Never again. Never again will I allow this monstrosity to happen to my muse. For her to ever feel that violated.” 

My footsteps finally lead me back home, as I sulked up the stairs. As soon as I opened the door I was halted with my parents questions. “Asher, where have you been. Do you know the time?”, my mother exclaimed. “Calm down it just took me longer to walk Violet home.” “Violet? Um son are you feel okay? Did you take your pills today.”,my father asked worried. In an angry tone I answered “Yes my girlfriend. Violet. Fuck those pills, they make me feel all out of it. I can’t even see Violet when I take those damn pills.” “Phil, it’s happening again,'' my mother whispers, only angering me more. She slowly comes over to me grabbing my arm trying to take me up stairs. “Honey let’s get you to bed, and maybe tomorrow we can go back and see Dr. Richard.” “NO! I’m not going!” I yell pulling my arm out of her grasp. “Son that’s enough, come on let’s go upstairs” “NO STOP GET AWAY FROM ME, that’s it”. I march over to the front doors, yanking it open as it slams against the wall creating a hole. “ASHER, ASHER” I hear as I sprint towards the forest, needing to be alone. 

Unable to run anymore, I crouch down to catch my breath, I realized I wasn’t anywhere near home. Deciding to take a shortcut through the cemetery, I followed the muddy path towards the place I’m supposed to call “home”. As I walk through the cemetery, I saw a flash in the distance, my curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to follow it. As I got closer, I hear the jewels placed on the tombstone calling my name, begging me to touch it. I trace my finger across the name, “V.I.O.L.E.T L.A.W.R.E.N.C.E”. I froze, falling backwards as if I was hit with a ton of bricks. My eyes blurred with flashes and old memories. “AAHHH”, I yelled clenching my head. It was too much. 

I started sobbing as that night at Janet’s replayed in my head. I realized that when she got raped in that room, she didn’t come out of there alive. I start to imagine her piercing screams calling,“Asher! Asher!” but no help came to her. Had I not been playing beer pong with the boys, maybe I would’ve heard her screams for help. I lie on the ground, unable to move, as sadness takes over my body. I start to cry and wail like a baby wanting his mother’s breast milk.”My girlfriend was never there. She’s dead.”

Narrator: David was so traumatized when Violet died that he always pretended in his head that she was alive, and eventually that became his reality. Him comforting her about what happened actually took place in his head, not in real life. It’s how he wanted the situation to end off, but unfortunately the situation wasn’t in his favour. A mix of guilt and sadness has taken over his life and his mother gives him medication so that he can try and live a normal life, but recently he stopped taking them. He starts to realize that he was all alone in the park and that’s why people kept staring at him weird. It all started to add up when he remembered the dried flower wreath on Violet’s front door step. “Beloved daughter. That’s what it said, `` said Asher to himself as he continues to lay on the ground, helpless and drained of all his energy. He thinks about her smile as well as her beautiful ginger locks. Everything they could’ve been. May Violet rest in peace.

[alexandercollas]

Into the Wild - Chapter 19

Chapter 19 By the time they’d made it back to the cave and canceled the spells they were both exhausted. As the excitement of the trip drained away, Mat realized just how weary he was, not only their excursion and the walking but from the residual shock from their first encounter. Their bodies ached and his magic stores were low; still he forced himself to use a little more mana to reseal the cave. He was hyper careful at this point. When Mat eventually lumbered in, he found Devon already snoring, asleep in his spot by their fire. Mat laid down and was unconscious before he realized his head had hit the pillow. The next morning when Mat awoke he could immediately tell things had changed with Devon. The entire cave was clean and packed, and something was cooking on the fire. Sitting up, he took a long hungry sniff, “I know what that smells like, but what is it really?” “A herd of pigs came by this morning. One was wounded and the pack was leaving it behind. I saved it from the predators, butchered it and cooked it. Plus, I found eggs. We have real food. I’m sick of that shit, and as you said, we've gotta start doing this.” Holding out his hand at the feast, “How’s this for a start?” “You butchered a pig? That means you killed it?” “Yes, I did both, like I said it was wounded, it had a broken leg so killing it was more of a mercy thing than a hunger thing. Breakfast was the result of a kind act and not the other way around.” “Fucking fantastic. I don’t care if it gets me bacon…” looking around the cave, “…and the cave is clean. If I’d know this would happen I would’ve let you be attacked by goblins sooner,” commented Mat as he scratched his balls and sat down beside the fire. Wrinkling his nose, “Um...I hope you’re going to wash that hand now. I don’t want you bringing that sweaty thing anywhere near my food.” Looking down sniffing, then making a face, “Ok, yea I could probably use a bath.” He ran over and jumped in the pool and took a quick rinse under the waterfall. “I’m going to miss this place.” “We have the door, so I doubt we’ll be missing it.” “Yea the real trick is finding a place to put the thing that we know is safe.” “We’ll figure it out.” After they’d finished breakfast and had the supplies and extra meat packed in Mat’s bag, they bid farewell to the cave and headed out into the grasslands in search of their futures.  Devon remembering what Mat had said earlier, turned and looked back at the cave, “That was our first home. If for no other reason than the sentimental value I’m glad we can keep it.” “Yea, it’ll be a safe place. I wonder if they mean it’s ours forever, I don’t know how expansion works on this world, but then it’s part of the mountain, so I guess there isn’t much they can do to it. We’ll come back and check on it from time to time, but I have a feeling we won’t be thinking of this cave much anymore. There's a whole world out there.” Devon pulled his pack up onto his shoulders, “Well then let’s go find it.” Their first day’s trek from the cave proved uneventful. They camped that night, cooked some of the leftover meat and then passed out from exhaustion. It didn't take them long to realize that not only were they unprepared magically, but that questing, or this world in general, was going to require physical stamina they didn’t have. With each step they took away from their cave, the more they learned how unprepared they were. They slept fitfully that night. With no walls around them and memories of their last trip, neither got much rest. It wasn't until a couple of hours after taking watch that Mat realized they could use Darth as a guard; this was the bat’s time of the day. Mat summoned him over, gave him instructions and settled down. The following morning when they awoke, they found the familiar sitting on the ground picking at the remains of some long-toothed rodent with six legs. Looking up, “It tried to invade, Master, so Darth ate it.” Devon liked how the bat always referred to himself by his name. He wasn't sure if that was training, preference or ego, but he thought it was cute. Still half-asleep they were packed and on the road shortly after the sun began to rise. Still tired Devon watched as the golden light of morning began to light the plains as storm clouds drifted in from the way they came. The landscape hadn’t changed much during the last few days. Other than grassland the only sights were a small wooded area as wide as the eye could see and about a mile deep. An hour into the trip they started to notice the first signs of civilization. They crested a ridge and off in the distance was a small fenced-in shack with a sad garden beside it. The owner, if that’s what you wanted to call him, was tending the plants as a female pulled water from a small well. Both stopped when they saw the two strangers. Devon nodded and the man nodded back and offered what Devon could only assume was a slight smile. As Devon watched the farmer, Mat tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the other side of the field. “Is that what constitutes a road, you think?” Looking up, then behind them, “We better hope it is, those clouds don’t look good. We might be finishing this journey in the rain if we don’t hurry.” They started towards the road and followed it for another hour before topping yet another hill; the land was no longer flat like before. Down below, spread out in the valley, was a village. It looked like it should’ve been in a video game or fantasy movie. Neither could hide their excitement. The buildings were set in a maze of roads, surrounded by a stone wall. The whole town was encircled by small farms and outbuildings. The town itself varied from single to multi-story, all barely looking robust enough to hold themselves up. In the center were several large cathedral looking structures. The entire village was abuzz with citizens traveling in and out the main gates. “This is what I’m talking about,” announced Matsugo. “Amen brother Matsugo. Let's get down there and see what happens next.” Just as they stepped off the hill, it started to rain. Not a quaint little spring rain but a full-on gully washer. “Great, you just had to ask what will happen next,” said Mat as they picked up their pace. By the time they made it to the village they were completely drenched. As they tried to race through the gates, a guard stopped them as he too tried to stay out of the rain. Halt...who goes there?” “Really, they ask that?” said Mat to his friend. Devon just shrugged. Turning to the guard presenting his best smile, Mat answered, “We’re just travelers, new to this area, trying to get out of the rain and find a decent inn for the night. Any suggestions?” “You’re travelers, excellent, welcome to Yalum. As for an Inn, I’d suggest “The Dancing Hobbit” it’s probably the best in the city. If you need something a bit cheaper try “Knife in the back” but as you can imagine, it’s not the safest of places.” “Yea, no... though they get points for truth in advertising,” said Mat. “Thanks for the information. Can you point us to The Dancing Hobbit?” Laughing, the guard added, “You do have to give em that. As for The Hobbit, go down the main street here and take the third left, you’ll see it halfway down. There’ll be a sign with a dancing hobbit on it.” The guard laughed again pulling his cloak closer. “Thanks,” laughed Devon as Mat headed off down the street. As they ran their boots splashed water around them. There weren’t any sidewalks which meant they quickly learned how to dodge the local traffic, mainly carts and wagons. It appeared most of the residents weren’t too happy about the weather. Several times they both stopped dumbfounded as they saw strange creatures rush by bent on getting themselves out of the downpour. Taking the third left, they saw a sign with a little dancing guy carved into it in bright colors. They could only guess it was a hobbit. Mat darted over pushing the door open, and together they stepped into their first Inn. Read the full article