#i get a headache from red flashing back and forth

[dandelion-roots]

couldn't get it past your lips, could you? (aka the moment in the scene I knew pok was lying)

[ID: First image: a black and white digital drawing of pok gukgak sitting tied to a chair and bleeding from several wounds. we see him from the back. in front of him are two goblinoid but large demons saying, is there nothing you miss? do you regret dying? do you regret not seeing the life of your son? Second image: a sepia picture of a tiny riz sitting on pok's lap as seen from pok's perspective. pok is gently caressing riz's soft cheek with the back of his index finger. with his other hand, this one with a wedding ring on it, he's holding a big picture book that depicts a dog sherlock holmes. riz is grinning and excitedly pointing at the drawing with one hand while his other holds his dad's wrist to get his attention. outside the memory, pok is saying, i don't- i don't miss- and the words cut off. Third image: the drawing is again black and white. pok is back in the reality of being tied to a chair. he's staring forward with a blank expression, face battered, and saying, i don't know what to tell you. there are tears in the corners of his eyes. End ID]

[tlouadditc]

to the brim ... <3

dom!abby x fem!sub!reader

!! not my pic !!

warnings: fluff + smut [MDNI and MEN DNI.] modern!au / no apocalypse, established relationship, softdom!abby [?], i couldnt think of good gifts dont mind it, abby is a gamer confirmed bc i said so, breeding [duh], abby has a breeding strap, filthy talk omg :(( ah!! i think thats it

a/n: ever since i read @seattlesellie's ellie breeding fic... i've been a changed woman. so here's my take on abby! p.s.: no desc. of hair, skin color, size, etc. :) this is also kinda long but enjoy my loves!

you and abby had been together for around 3 long, happy years. the happiest years, you could say. it was weird; you never thought you'd end up like this. never.. imagined being happy with someone, especially someone as outgoing and brave as abby. you were complete opposites, you being more introverted and kept to yourself while abby was loud and proud. even the way she asked you out [buying you your favorite flowers, making you dinner, AND two cute little matching rings] was memorable and creative. you've always loved everything about her.

today, in present time, is your anniversary. every year, you attempt to top the last year. always remembering little details and bookmarking whatever she sent you just for this moment. abby's currently at her office job; "busiest day of the year, but i'll be back in time for dinner," she explained earlier that morning. "promise!" you take this as an opportunity to buy her gifts and plan out a romantic dinner for the night.

lately, she's been wanting these lego flower sets [specifically the orchid ones since they reminded her of you.. :,)], so you quickly bought one. that isn't enough, you think, so you also get custom lego keychains of both of you, making them both wear wedding dresses and smile as bright as the sun. while you're at it, you get her favorite cake, chocolate with strawberry sprinkles, and have "happy 3rd anniversary, my love" on the top. you smile as you reach your apartment, already visualizing her surprised face. i'll get her this year, you think as you step inside.

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hours later, you hear a slight knock knock knock on the door. perfect timing, you think, quickly fixing your hair and looking over your outfit. you're wearing a black maxi dress, tight-fitting over your curves, but simple in style. it's kinda casual, but abby insisted on staying home. "it's for my surprise," she argued, a smirk forming on her face as she said it. she always had some quick trick up her sleeve, but you're even quicker.

well. most of the time.

you peek in the peephole, and there she is. she's wearing her glasses today [her bluelight ones you bought for her your last anniversary since she always complained about her headaches], dressed in all black and her hair flowing down her shoulders. her hands hold onto the handle of a medium sized, deep red giftbag. she probably feels your eyes on her, because flashes a pearly smile up to the small opening. no matter how much she smiles, you never get tired of it. you quickly unlock the door and open it widely.

her pale skin turns a slight dusty shade of pink as she looks you up in down, lovingly taking in your beauty. her mouth opens to say something, but all that comes out is a soft, "hi, baby," before she pulls you into a tight hug, exhaling as she wraps her toned arms around you. she feels like.. like something familiar, but nothing you've ever felt before. something comforting. like home.

she pulls back, placing her hands on either cheek. her eyes move back and forth from one eye to another, almost as if she's trying to read your mind, hear your thoughts. "missed you so much, bun." she leans in, giving you two small pecks on the lips before pulling you into one last hug.

"missed you more abs," you murmur, "more than you'd ever know."

she pulls back, smiling as you mirror her expression. after a couple of seconds, she finally looks around the apartment. "babe?" she questions, clearly in shock. there's big, red heart balloons and her favorite candles are lit all around. she's completely enveloped in the candlelit room, gasping when she looks down and sees rose petals scattered beautifully on the wooden floor. you see her eyes lock onto two red, nicely wrapped gifts on the coffee table. "oh. my god," she looks from the living room back to you, astonished. "no, you didn't."

"oh, yes i did," you giggle as you close and lock the front door. she walks carefully over the fresh rose petals into the living room. she sits on the couch, looking up at you with doe eyes. "babe, if this is what i think it is..." she pauses and exhales. all you can do is smile; your excitement cannot be contained. "open them up!" you cheer, sitting down in the armchair beside the sofa.

she picks up the smaller box, cautiously shaking it. she was always great at guessing your gifts. but this time, she furrows her brows in confusion. she shakes it once more, a little harder this time, deep thought written across her sharp face. the scrunch in her nose makes you laugh a bit. "is it.." she starts, but cuts herself off. "i don't know.. actually."

you shrug, "then open it, babe." she sighs before accepting defeat and opening the small package. as soon as she gets the paper off, she gasps and looks up at you. "oh my god!" she exclaims. "wait, are these-" she looks back at the package, back at you, and holds it up to your face. "oh my god! it's us!"

you smile and laugh while she gushes over the fact they look exactly like you two. "how did they get my hair perfect? and the little dresses! i mean, look at it, oh my god." she admires them silently for a few seconds before uttering, "this is gonna be us, bun. i promise."

the uncontrollable urge to smile takes over your face, making your cheeks hurt a bit. she's muttering a thousand "thank you"s before opening the next one; the one you're the most excited about. she's been talking about this since last year, but she never had the time to get it or start it, matter of fact.

she tears the paper once again, immediately stopping in her tracks. her eyes move up to you once again and her jaw goes slack. "oh my FUCKING god," she yells, ripping the rest of the paper off. it's almost like she's a child again; the way her face lights up makes your entire day worth while. she proceeds to nerd out over the set once again, "this is so... oh my goodness i can't even explain how excited i am. thank you so much babe... wow.. i got so lucky..."

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you made her favorite dinner that night, having it freshly prepared for her and still warm on the stove. she just rambles about how she's the luckiest woman in the world to have a beautiful girlfriend and how much she loves you. she continues this throughout the entire meal, making sure she can treat you with the same treatment whenever she can; wiping your cheek when anything got on your face, getting you whatever you needed with no questions asked.. anything. basically, your everyday treatment with her.

after dinner, you both sit on the sofa, talking about your days. mid-conversation, abby randomly gasps.

"and then he was li- uhm... abby?"

"oh my god. i almost forgot!"

"what? what's the matter?"

"your gift!!"

she practically jumps out of her seat, striding over to the counter where she left the giftbag. "can't believe i forgot my gift for my special girl." she scoffs at herself and sits while handing you the bag. it's not heavy, but it's also not lightweight. you scan through your memories of things you've mentioned to her: cats, a wedding ring, books... but it didn't seem like any of that stuff was in here.

you give up, opening the top and looking inside. your jaw drops. you see a long, light pink box. there's fancy gold lettering across the front that you can't read. you take the box out, and unwrap the ribbon bow from around it. as you lift the top up, you see plush flowers and.. a small hello kitty stuffed animal in between the flowers. you squeal as you put the bag down and hug abby tightly, muttering thankyouthankyouthankyou!! all she does is smile and whisper "of course, princess." you think that's it before you realize there's a small pink card and a even smaller box inside the bag.

confused, you pick up the card and analyze the cover. it's a baby princess themed card; such an abby thing to do. you glance over at her to crack a smile, but you realize she has on that devilish smirk plastered across her face. uh oh, you think. "why're you smiling like that, babe?"

"like what?" her smirk grows wider.

that's even more 'abby' like than the card.

you roll your eyes jokingly before deciding to open the card up. inside, there's a paragraph written:

"dear y/n,

happy 3rd anniversary, my love! i'm so glad you're in my life, even after all this time. you'll always be special to me and i see that we will grow old together. i know you've been wanting that bouquet for a while, but i noticed you've been obsessed with something more.."

you glance up at abby once again. she's watching your reaction with that same smirk. what is she up to? you continue to read:

"i hope you noticed the cover of the card; of course, you're my princess, and you always will be. but i always see you looking at baby clothes when we're out, gushing over baby videos at home, etc etc. and even though we technically can't make one.. i can still give you the experience. ;) love your [nonofficial] wife, abby"

you feel your face heat up as you close the card. abby's large, warm hand suddenly starts stroking your leg through the dress, jolting you back to reality. she chuckles, whispering, "mm, you want that, right? you want me to knock you up?" she's getting closer, her hot breath hitting your neck, making you shudder. "want me to fill you to the brim, baby? hm?"

she's kissing your neck, small pecks turning into full-on hickeys. she loves the way you whimper and squirm, the way you turn your head to give her more access. "i'll take that as a yes," she breathes, a small laugh leaving her mouth. her hand travels from your leg, up to your neck and chin, making you turn and kiss her.

"so pretty like this," she coos in between kisses. she's lost in your big eyes, your noises; lost in you. she toys with the thin straps of your dress, subtly signaling to take it off. you, of course, rush to peel it off. after you do so, you're almost completely naked while she's completely clothed. the drastic difference makes you feel small under her predatory gaze. she taps her thigh twice and demands, "come here, princess."

you straddle her lap, your clothed cunt slightly gaining friction against her pants, making you whimper. "such pretty noises," she murmurs, mostly to herself. her hands rest nicely on your sides, right above your hips. "so, tell me," she starts. "how you wanna do this, mama?"

the new nickname makes you feel a slight heartbeat in between your legs. "oh, you liked that, huh?" she comments, smirking as she looks up at your pretty little face. "well, if you want me to take control, i'll do it. i'll do whatever you want, mama."

"use me," you blurt out, desperately needing her right at that moment. you move your hips back and forth, grinding against her crotch to relieve the ache in between your thighs. abby lets out a breathy laugh, "oh, you want it that bad? god, you're so cute."

before you can respond, she's wrapping her arm around your waist and standing up. you wrap your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck out of instinct. she's walking you to the bedroom, just like her little princess.

when she gets into the room, she lays you on your back, legs behind held back by her large hands pinning them under your armpits. your breath is shaky, heartbeat practically bulging out of your chest. she leaves a trail of sloppy, wet kisses from your neck alllll the way down to your bellybutton. "f-fuck, abby," you shudder, her face getting closer and closer to your heat. "what's wrong?" she asks, "what you need, baby?"

"need you inside," you beg, not caring how pathetic you sound now. "oh, i know, baby," she coos, "but i wanna make this special for you, okay? no rushing. just us."

you appreciate her genuine care with your intimate experiences with her, but at this point, the ache was growing more and more painful as time went on. you whine, moving one of the hands pinning your leg to your cunt. "please, abs. need it."

"fuck, babe," her voice is low and husky, almost a growl. "okay, okay, i got you, mkay? i'll treat you right, promise."

her pointer finger ghosts over your swollen clit, forcing a small moan out. small little circles stimulate your bud, drenching your already soaked panties. she groans, "always so wet f'me, my god." as if she can't take it anymore, she practically rips off the small cloth off your aching pussy. the cold air meeting the warmth of your core makes you gasp, squeezing your thighs together in response.

abby's warmth comes back and divorces your legs apart, pinning them back to where they were originally. "gonna take such good care of you, mama," she mutters, kissing your inner thighs. after what feels like an eternity of teasing, she finally lays small, short kitten licks on your cunt. the small feeling of her warm muscle against your clit relieves the burning ache in your core, but only for a second. she lays a flat tongue, collecting your slick as she moves up. your small "oh"s egg her on, fueling her ego as she spreads your lips apart and latches onto your bud. your moans grow louder and louder, legs slightly trembling from how good it felt. little did you know, she's getting off on your pretty little reactions; she's moaning against your bud, vibrations making your legs shake even more.

"ffffuck-," you cry out, gripping the sheets from pleasure. the vibrations send you over the edge, the familiar tingly feeling in your abdomen unraveling. "m'cumming- oh my god," you wail, attempting to close your legs to get away from abby's tongue. her hands grip your thighs, forcing them apart once again. she continues to suck on your clit, overstimulating you. "t-too much - fuck!"

your juices and her saliva mix, coating the bottom of her chin. she finally unlatches from your sensitive, swollen bud and wipes her chin. "sorry, bun," she says, heavily breathing, "you just taste so goddamn sweet, i had to!"

as abby starts to walk away [you assume it's to help you clean up so you guys can sleep], you slowly drift away into a deep sleep..

"nuh uh, 'm not done with you, mama."

your eyes force open, eyes immediately landing on abby's bare chest. she was almost never topless around you - except when you two showered together - but it wasn't a norm in the house. you unintentionally whisper, "you're so beautiful," causing a wide smile to go across abby's kind face. "thank you, baby," she replied, "c'mere." she patted the edge of the bed. her usual black strap was buckled on, intimidating you from the end of the bed.

you crawl to the edge, sitting on your feet when you reach abby. she giggles, "get on your back, babe. you know the drill." you follow her orders, slightly chuckling at your mistake. as she lines herself up with your slit, she caresses your face, just telling you how much she loves you; "love you so much, bun. i'm so lucky to have you, y'know that, right?" she peppers small pecks along your face in between, smiling at your perfect face.

"'m gonna go all in, okay? jus' let me know when i can move," she warns. you nod, slightly nervous. the strap seemed bigger than usual; a bit wider too. it made you think she'd rip you apart with this thing! but as she bottomed out, the sharp painful sensation was short lived and replaced with a more pleasant sensation, the feeling of being full. and not just full, but full of her.

you start to slightly grind on her cock, trying to get any pleasure. the desperate motion making abby smirk and slam into you again, this time earning a loud, pathetic yelp from you. she continues to slam into you, holding your hips for leverage. "yea, keep makin' those pretty sounds for me," she groans, almost in an animalistic way. all you can do is tell her how good you feel, hands gripping onto her toned biceps.

she brings a hand down, right over your abdomen, pressing slightly. "you feel me right there, yea?" there's a slight bulge where her strap is; the sight makes you drool slightly. you nod feverishly, focusing on her voice and her dick pounding into you. her hips snap back and forth, squishing sounds filling the dimly lit room.

she, on the other hand, is hyper-focused on watching the black silicone disappear inside your gushing cunt, a vague white ring forming around the base of her cock. the sight alone has her pussydrunk and practically forming a pool in between her thighs. "such a messy fucking cunt," she murmurs. "wish i could fucking - shit - fill that little pussy up."

your moans become louder, your grip tightening on the meat of her muscles. your head goes back, putting the hickeys she gave you on full display. "oh, you fucking like that, huh?" she places both hands on either side of your head, still fucking you at a relentless pace. every thrust she does, her tits bounce slightly in front of you. her hair frames her face perfectly, the sweat beads racing down her skin as she pounds into you.

"holy fuck," you whimper. her cock, buried deep inside your greedy little cunt, hits that spongy spot inside of you, making you go insane. she smirks, she knows what she's doing. "what? speak up, princess," she speaks, a mocking tone laced in her words.

"s-so good," a choked moan cuts you short.

"you like the way 'm fucking you? like the way that dick got you going crazy, huh?"

a string of yesyesyes's is all you can get out, too lost in your own pleasure.

"wan' me to fuck my baby into you?" she's out of breath, start to whimper, but she doesn't slow down or stop. she just keeps. on. pounding. she's chasing her orgasm, clit bumping against the base of the strap. you're just a wailing, helpless mess under her, begging for her to cum into you. "i need it, p-please, abs!"

she moans loudly as her thrusts get sloppier, slowing down slightly. you feel a thick liquid unleash into your hole, filling you up. the new feeling causing you to gasp, looking down at where you two met. abby fully pulls out after a few seconds, when a gush of white liquid slowly drips out of your stuffed cunt. she whispers, "fuck, that's a pretty sight to see." using one hand, she spreads you open, your fucked-out hole on display, just for her.

you're still trying to steady your breathing, getting more tired by the second. abby sits on the bed next to you, pulling you into her lap. she caresses your face once again, "did so good f'me, baby. happy anniversary." she kisses your forehead, cuddling you close to her body. before you fully fall asleep, she picks you up, bridal style.

"wh- what are you doing?" you question, half asleep.

"gotta clean you up, babe." she giggles at your sleepy voice.

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after a long, warm bubble bath together and a small cleaning session, you and abby finally lay back on the couch to watch a movie and cuddle.

"y'know what, babe?" she asks, shoveling chocolate cake into her mouth.

"what?"

"i wish i could actually get you pregnant."

you slightly giggle at that, "me too."

"i also want to marry you. really badly." she's looking at your face now, reading into your soul.

"we should get married," you speak, thoughtfully. what's the point of her bringing this u-

she gets up unexpectedly, walking over to your giftbag. confused, you ask, "what's up?" she pulls out that small box you saw earlier. "oh, nothing.." she walks in front of you, then dips down onto one knee.

you gasp. is this really happening? right here right now?? someone pinch me.

"y/n, you've made me the happiest woman on earth for the past 3 years we've been together. not to mention the first 4 of us being friends. now, i'm not gonna give a long, sappy speech during this amazing moment," she slightly chuckles, "but i want to ask you.. will you be my wife?" she opens the box, a shiny ring glistening in the light.

you can't see it that well since tears well up in your eyes. you could've never asked for anyone better than abby. she's made you a better person overall. she's been there for you, even in your darkest times. you nod, wiping your tears.

she's slightly chuckling, which you don't realize until your eyes clear. it's.. a minecraft ring. specifically a minecraft rose on a thick band of gold. you laugh and let her slide it on your ring finger.

"i'm sorry," she's still giggling as she gets up from the floor, "i saw this while i was out and i was like 'this is perfect.'" you're also giggling, "it is perfect. thank you, baby."

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a/n: abby's such a jokester! anyway hope u guys enjoyed this took forever!

taglist: @unicycl @xnoviee @aouiaa @akenosimp167 @njplatesruler [if you're striked out, i can't tag u!! :(]

[maoxyi]

To let go (part 10)

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“…does that make me less part of the crew…”

…

“…no…”

…

“…we are a SUPER family…”

No. Luffy thinks as he sees a flash of… memories? Thoughts? He isn’t sure. There’s different colours and feelings swirling in his mind but a hand on his head immediately snaps him out of it. No. Luffy thinks. Not yet.

‘Longer...’ He lets out a sigh as he realises he’s beginning to resign himself to this place. This place that isn’t his own. ‘Let me stay a little longer…’

“You alright, Lu?” Sabo says, eyes searching his brother for any pain.

“I’m fine! Just got a little headache is all.”

“Try not to think too hard.” Ace snorts. “We don’t want you getting sick.”

“Shut up!” He reaches to hit him but Ace moves away. He sticks his tongue out at him.

“Did we… Did we stress you out?” Sabo asks him, putting his hand in a three claw position and grabs Ace's face to squeeze it. Ace starts flailing and swearing up and down as the two brothers ignore him.

“No, no… I was just surprised! I don’t… I didn’t think you’d ever say that. Well, I don’t really care why or anything, it just it shocked me!” He laughs as he says it. Luffy doesn’t care. He couldn’t care less.

“I bet it did. We wanted to lead our own lives when we were kids but… right now I want to stay close to you. To both of you. At least for a while. I… what we went through and that close call, I never want to go through that again. I want to stay with you guys for a while. I want to be with my brothers. I asked Dragon if, just for a little while, I can stay with you. Any assignments and missions that come from islands we visit I can do them while we’re there. Though I’m sure you’d end up helping one way or another.” Sabo smiled happily, letting go of Ace who took a deep breath and glared at him.

“Woah really! That would be so awesome!” Luffy glowed at the thought. “It would be so much fun!”

“Leave it to you to think that these missions I'm sent on are so much fun. These missions are dangerous and serious.”

“Yeah but it's also fun. Like ninja missions and stuff!” Luffy says and stands up trying to sneak around his brothers. He grabs his wrist with his pointer finger and middle finger pointing upwards with both hands as a (seemingly) ninja symbol. Sabo snickers at him as Ace reaches for his leg and makes Luffy fall on his face. He snorts when Luffy turns around, red faced and pouts at him. He really does feel like they’re kids again. Deep, deep down he wishes they were once more.

“I still want to be a pirate. Though now that the Whitebeard pirates have disbanded, I have to figure out what next. I know I can reform my crew and continue from there but… when I heard what Sabo was going to do I wanted to join in. I told Deuce what my plan was and what I wanted to do first so he knew. He told me he’d wait however long is necessary because he understands. Of course he would. I wouldn’t expect anything less. I… I want to spend time with my brothers too…” Ace looks away from them, his cheeks dusted in red from embarrassment. Luffy smiles. He’s glad his brothers want to stay with him.

“And I didn’t want Sabo to beat me so.”

Ah. That checks out too.

“Yeah sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m the better brother Sabo, it's just true.”

“Get real, Ace. I’ve always been nicer to Luffy.”

“How about fuck you Sabo.”

“You can’t even think of anything to defend yourself Ace.”

“He has a point.”

“Shut up Luffy.”

And he laughs at Sabo and Ace as they argue back and forth. He laughs as they end up forehead to forehead, spilling empty threat after empty threat. He’s missed this. He’s missed it so much. He has to go. He knows that. He knows he has to but… he sits there, watching his brothers alive and right in front of him, his crew in his ship… his family. He doesn’t want to leave. He… doesn’t want to. Is he selfish for this? He has always been selfish. Always. With what he makes his crew go through. What he’s always done in his life. He really wants to stay.

“Of course you guys can join! You’re my brothers!” He beams and they stop their fighting.

“We weren’t really asking. We were gonna join anyway.” They joke of course. And Luffy looks up. He stares at the real sky. The feeling of the breeze. The sight of Hancock and the other Amazon Lily women coming to them with food. He takes a glance at his crew who is alerted by Sanji's high pitched squeals and they make their way. He notices, for the first time, the bandages. He notices how he does feel pain. How he’s been feeling a lot. Half the things he’s felt were good. He feels whole again and he wants to stay. He wants… he wants…

“I want to stay.” His brothers look at him. He lowers his head for a moment before looking up. He’s desperate to stay here. “Can I stay here with you? Please?” His brothers look at him and then to each other.

“Of course you’re staying with us.” Ace says to him.

“Where else would you even go?” Sabo adds in confusion. Luffy smiles at that. He’s right.

Where else would he rather be than here.

[ohsunnyboy]

a spark of light | han yujin ˚₊‧⁺˖

while han yujin isn't the greatest at maths, he is good at keeping your mind off it... that and being an annoyance.

TAGS: pining!!!!, bestfriends! yujin and gn!reader, highschool!au, some academic pressure, gaming, fluff, cuddles and general overwatch terms, lil bit of denial :>

A/N: i don't wanna do maths and yujin would support me in that. self-indulgent to deal w maths hell (i am bri'ish so math is maths)

WORDS: ~650

Inverse sin goes to one over root one minus... differentiate the brackets... sub in... simplify...

There's nothing soothing about maths. Not when you've been flipping back and forth between your formula sheet, always on the verge of doing something but never being quite too sure. It's bad habit to chew your lips red raw every time you try and it gets on Yujin’s nerves but hey, this isn't about him.

"It's not due until Friday you know," Han Yujin, serial procrastinator, says. "You can put the pen down."

"Just need to finish this one," you whine. It shouldn't be that bad: just an inverse tan question but you can't figure out if or how you'd simplify it down. What to do... what to do...

Fwick!

"Yujin!" His head flick and the sound of his laugh makes the weight in your head almost quadruple. You rest your head on the folded table on your lap, only vaguely aware of the characters running about on Yujin's screen.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing is working right in your head right now. You don't think it's the lack of sleep, not with the Red Bull still sitting on the table; it might be your head, spinning with x's and u's and y's. Though, it wouldn't take Einstein to figure out what you really need is anything but maths right now...

It's not much longer before you hear a sigh, and "Defeat" come from the TV. Oh well, it's what he gets for being annoying at least.

There’s a shift on the bed as you feel yourself roll a little more next to Yujin. Before you know it, he’s dragging you from under the armpits and into his side. You’re too tired to care much, even if Yujin kicks your homework off the bed.

"What?" you whine into Yujin’s shoulder. He smells like the cheap aftershave you bought him for his birthday last year after all he stunk of was his dance practices. “You want to help a poor soul?"

"No, you just think too hard,” he quips, voice a little terse as his Zenyatta gets charged off the map. "It's distracting me." You need to stifle a small smile when he comes back to charge attack the offending Reinhardt to death.

The silence you settle into is comfortable. Another round later, Yujin slips you your claimed plush (a really adorable rabbit plush that you both named Ollie) under your arm, letting you watch and let your mind empty out. Time ticks by, and soon your headache and maths become a distant problem.

“I always think too much,” you say with mirth. The bar at the top of the screen runs into overtime, Yujin’s Zenyatta and a D.va somehow fending off the entire opposing team as he zones off from you. You don’t think he hears you, not with the adrenaline in his ears as "Victory" flashes across the screen.

However, he replies with a toothy grin. "Good, because I need you to think for me." The idiot says it like a good thing. But he looks in your eyes with a spark of light them. Like lightning crackling across a dark sky. "Want to play the next match with me, yeah?"

You always think too much, and do too little. Can you really deny him this? "Fine."

"You love me,” he teases. It’s pressed into your ear and slides like a secret sticky note straight into your heart.

"Totally." You try to roll your eyes but he’s already off the bed in search of your laptop somewhere in the pile of your messes. Careful to put your forgotten homework back onto the table with the empty Red Bull cans.

It also doesn’t take Einstein to figure out what your heart is doing, and where your brain is taking you. Of all the times for your head to work, is right now really worth it?

You don't know what you'd do without Yujin. But you'd rather keel over than admit the solution to all your problems was him all along.

a good lil comfort fic was what i've been needing so here we are :) a like and reblog would be appreciated if you enjoyed! ⭒ masterlist

[vermilionsun]

Based on this post by @2imi

This fic is build upon pure delusion, determination and desperation.

Headcanon! Vere has a disorder similar to gillespie syndrome, thus why he needs medical check-ups every now and then.

(AO3 version here)

Word count: 4.8k Rating: Explicit Fandom: Touchstarved (Red Spring Studio) Categories: M/M, Multi Relationships: Kuras/Vere, Ais/Vere, Ais/Kuras, Ais/Kuras/Vere Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dirty Talk, Top Kuras, Bottom Vere, Switch Ais, Top Ais, Making Out, Shameless Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Medical Examination (it started as), Kuras is So Done, Vere is a little shit, Teasing, Threesome - M/M/M

Kuras pinches the bridge of his nose in a fruitless attempt to ward off the headache he knows is coming. He was already on edge this morning, and this is about to make things so much worse. He lets out a breathless sigh as Vere approaches his desk.

"What do you need?"

A smirk plays on Vere's lips as he saunters over to Kuras's desk, his eyes glittering with the same eagerness as a dog that’s been locked up for months without any walks. His tail flicking behind him, swaying back and forth lazily. He rests his hip against the desk, leaning in a bit closer than is perhaps necessary, and peers up at Kuras.

"You know why I'm here," Vere says with a knowing smirk. "I specifically requested the appointment be moved to today."

Kuras sighs, tapping on the pile of paperwork. This is the last thing he needs today. He rubs his temples, hoping that somehow the headache will go away if he simply pretends hard enough that Vere isn’t here. "And I assume you'll be wanting your usual remedy?"

He already knows what the answer is going to be— he just knows.

Vere bats his eyelashes, looking at Kuras with a faux-innocent expression, as if this same scenario hasn't occurred many times before. "Oh, you know me so well, darling." He leans forward in his chair, resting his chin on one hand.

Kuras's gaze snaps up from the files he was looking through—no doubt more patient applications. His eyes flash in annoyance.

Darling.

Kuras grits his teeth, taking several seconds between sentences to reign in the urge to throttle him. He signs the last form with a sharp flick of his quill, then sets it on top of the stack. When he finally speaks, the words are strained. Every single one is coated in an icy, barely controlled irritation.

"Sit up. Let me see your eyes."

Vere pushes himself up from his seat, inevitably settling down on the examination table with a nonchalant air that only serves to further rile Kuras.

Kuras braces himself for the onslaught of irritation.

He can handle Vere. He has to.

Kuras approaches him with a clinical detachment, his hands expertly checking for any signs of infection or injury. He cups Vere's chin in one hand, gently tilting his face upwards as he peers into the man's eyes. They're slightly unfocused, a sure sign that Vere's "condition" is getting worse again.

"You're long overdue for a refill."

Vere lets out a soft scoff as Kuras scrutinizes his eyes, trying to look anywhere but at Kuras. "And whose fault is that, hm? I told you I was feeling the effects a week ago, and you made me wait."

Kuras's hand tightens on Vere's chin, forcing him to look up. "You've said you were starting to feel the effects of withdrawal at least a dozen times. Only half of those were true. And each time, you just wanted an excuse to try and get your hands on more." As always, Vere seems to derive immense entertainment from seeing Kuras riled up. Their eyes meet, and Kuras’s glare could probably melt stone. "We've discussed this. Multiple times."

Vere reaches up to lightly grip Kuras's wrist, preventing him from moving his hand. "But where's the harm in indulging me a little? After all, I’m suffering." His fingers trace over the pulse point.

Kuras's eyes widen slightly at the touch, and he tries to tug his hand away. But Vere's grip is deceptively strong.

"Don't play that game with me."

He tries to ignore the way his heart spikes at the touch and the way he has to bite back a shudder. This is no time for his traitorous body to react like this.

Vere tilts his head, feigning an expression of confusion and innocence. He squeezes Kuras's wrist gently, giving him an imploring look. "Have some compassion. Can’t you see how much pain I’m in? All my bones ache and my head hurts and…" He feigns a shiver and lets out a dramatic and exaggerated sigh, resting his forehead on Kuras’s shoulder. A cetrain darkness lingers in his eyes. It is a mask he wears well; he always did.

A vein twitches in Kuras's temple as he listens to Vere's over-the-top display. He’s fallen prey to this particular act before. He's not falling for it this time. He's not.

He lets out a huff and pulls his hand back, putting some distance between them. "Stop that. Your acting is atrocious, and even if it wasn't, I know better."

He glares down at Vere, crossing his arms over his chest.

Vere's eyes widen, his lips pulling into a pout that's just a little too theatrical to be sincere. He leans back in the chair, running a hand through his hair and crossing his arms defensively, though his expression soon turns into a smirk again.

"I'm appalled that you could accuse me of such a thing. I'll have you know that I’m a phenomenal actor, thank you very much." He looks up at Kuras with a faux-sweet smile and a hint of irritation in his pink eyes.

Kuras has to bite back another scathing insult. The urge to throw something at Vere's head is getting stronger by the second. But he can't—won't—let him get under his skin. This is exactly why he put off this appointment for as long as possible. But it couldn't be delayed much longer without the Senobium catching on.

"And I am hurting, darling. Can't you tell?"

Kuras grabs Vere's chin again, forcing him to lock eyes once more. His fingers dig into Vere's skin, probably leaving indents. His knuckles are white from how hard he's holding on. If looks could kill, Vere would probably be six feet underground right now.

"You’re going to be hurting a lot more if you call me ‘darling’ one more time," Kuras says through gritted teeth. His patience has worn thin, and Vere can see the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Vere makes an involuntary, quiet noise, somewhere between a gasp and a squeak. He doesn't try to squirm away—Kuras's grip is too strong—and he finds himself unable to break eye contact. There's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a hint that he might have pushed a little too far this time. The smug expression has faded from his face and has been replaced with apprehensiveness masked by a look of defiance, making him look almost... human.

For a moment, Kuras's gaze softens. The sight of Vere looking this vulnerable—almost like a cornered animal, so unlike his usual smug smug self—is enough to throw him for a loop. But he quickly catches himself and shoves the unwanted feeling away. Vere is not some defenseless creature in need of protection.

"There you go. That's a much better expression on you."

Kuras lets go of Vere's jaw, but not before giving it one final, firm squeeze, as a subtle reminder. He takes a moment to compose himself, clearing his throat and adjusting his coat.

Vere rubs at his jaw, trying to act like that moment—the brief flicker of weakness exposed for all of the world to see—didn't just happen, and gives Kuras a wounded look. He seems to have regained some of his earlier confidence, and he leans back on the table, arching a brow and fixing Kuras with a teasing grin, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, possibly another sarcastic remark, but a knock at the door interrupts him.

Kuras closes his eyes and counts to five beneath his breath, trying to calm his racing heart and reign in the emotions that Vere constantly pulls to the surface. He lets out a sigh, silently thanking whoever is on the other side of that door for the interruption. "Come in," he finally calls out, his eyes not leaving Vere's.

Ais walks in, carrying three seemingly heavy boxes in his arms, his muscles flexing under the strain. The two watch as Ais sets the boxes down with a grunt. He looks over to Vere and quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, didn't expect you to be here."

"Vere’s here for his monthly refill," Kuras says tersely.

Vere shoots Ais a charming smile, seemingly relieved to have a distraction. "Ah, Ais, looking as handsome as ever." He stands, stretching his arms above his head in a rather feline manner, before sauntering over to Ais, peering into the boxes with a curious expression. "Ooo, what do we have here?"

Ais leans against a wall, rolling his eyes at the compliment. "Don't flatter me with your sweet talk." He sighs, looking over to Kuras and then back to Vere. "It's just some stuff needed for the clinic—nothing interesting. Unless you're into chemicals."

“Yes, I’m sure Vere will find it positively enthralling,” Kuras says dryly before standing up. "If you'll excuse me for a moment , I need to check on something in the back." He gives Ais a knowing look before disappearing behind a door, not before murmuring to himself, "I should have known that I wouldn't be spared today."

He trusts Ais enough to not let Vere demolish the room while he's gone.

Ais nods at him as Kuras leaves before he turns back to Vere with a somewhat blank look. "So, monthly refill, huh?"

Vere sighs dramatically, his expression turning weary. "Oh, yes. The joy of having to endure this shit show every month. I’d say it’s like getting put on a leash, but, well…” He tails off, running his fingers over the leather ring encircling his neck. "He's making me wait longer this time, the bastard."

"Aww, poor little foxy has to wait a longer time than usual. Such a tragedy." He lets out a scoff of amusement.

Vere puts a hand on his chest as if deeply offended by Ais's words. "You wouldn’t know suffering even if it bit you on the rear end, you brute. I'm absolutely withering here. Just look at me. I'm wasting away as we speak." He moves closer to Ais, batting his eyelashes with a mock-pout.

Ais huffs a laugh. He puts a gentle hand on his face, cupping it lightly and turning it as he pretends to inspect it closely. "Yes, I can see how you’re practically at death's door. Wasting away indeed."

Vere's expression softens at Ais's touch. He leans into it, letting out a sigh and closing his eyes for a moment. "You're supposed to be on my side here. Where is your sympathy for my plight?"

"Oh yes, how inconsiderate of me. How will you ever pull through?"

Vere playfully swats Ais's hand away.

He quickly pulls his hand away with a smirk. "Rude."

Vere grins, a hint of mockery in his tone, moving a little closer to Ais. "Why, I might perish. Can you imagine the anguish I'm experiencing right now? I don't think my poor heart will survive much longer; it's just too much to bear." With a flick of his wrist, his tail reaches out to wrap around Ais' leg, the chains clinking softly as it does so. His touch is light, but the action is deliberately intimate.

Ais shrugs, a small smirk on his face as he leans closer to him, his hands slowly moving to Vere's waist. "Oh, how terrible. You might just pass away right here, in my arms."

Vere lets out a soft hum and leans closer, draping his arms over Ais's shoulders and pressing himself against him, his breath barely grazing Ais's ear. "Oh, yes, it would be a dreadful fate..."

Ais slowly tightens his hold on Vere's waist and lets out a low chuckle. "You poor thing, forced to spend your last moments here with me. Alone..."

Vere throws himself dramatically onto the side of Kuras’ desk, sprawling across the papers that are still scattered there, and pulls Ais down with him. "I can think of worse ways to go," Vere murmurs, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gazes up at Ais. "At least I'd have the pleasure of your company until the end."

Meanwhile, in the back room, Kuras takes a moment to collect himself. He leans back against the door and takes a long, steadying breath, closing his eyes, silently cursing himself for almost losing control with Vere. That man has a special kind of talent for pushing him. If one were foolish or unobservant enough, it almost could have been considered charming.

The room itself is narrow, lined with shelves full of vials, herbs, and medical equipment. He makes a beeline for the medicine cabinet tucked away in the corner onto the wall, filled with row upon row of neatly organized pills and tubes of all shapes and colors. His hands tremble slightly as he rummages through the supply shelves, scanning the labels and bottles for the one he needs—the tonic that will hopefully buy him at least a few months of peace.

He finally finds and grabs it, heading back towards the office, only to stop short at the sight that greets him.

When their eyes meet, Vere tries to give Kuras a look like he isn't plotting multiple homicide charges. Ais, for his part, looks like he's questioning all of his life choices.

Kuras is frozen at the doorway for a moment, speechless. He stares at the two men with an almost deadpan expression, as if mentally resigning himself to his fate. He takes a deep breath to steel himself, crossing his arms over his chest. "Dare I ask what you two are currently doing?" His tone is carefully measured, but the vein in his temple starts twitching again, and he has to make a conscious effort not to crush the vial still clutched in his hand.

Ais glances over at Kuras with a smirk, arms on either side of Vere, keeping him in place between him and the desk. "We’re just having a friendly chat."

"And that requires pinning my patient to my desk... how, exactly?"

Kuras raises an eyebrow, his glare fixed on Vere, silently daring him to try something. But Vere just grins back, pretending to be completely and absolutely innocent. Which he is not.

"Don't you think you're being a tad bit paranoid, doctor? You can't blame a poor, suffering soul for seeking some comfort," he teases, expression resembling that of a cat who's just been caught knocking over a priceless vase.

Vere is absolutely insufferable.

Kuras is going to strangle him sooner than he planned.

"Comfort? Is that what we're calling it?" His voice is low, dangerous.

Ais snorts, obviously enjoying this far more than he should be.

Vere grins and places a hand on Ais's chest, the glint in his eyes predatory. "Suffering so greatly... I just need a strong pair of arms to hold me up. Or should I say, pin me down?" His voice is practically dripping with condescension.

Kuras takes a step closer. He knows that smile far too well—knows that the words and expressions are carefully crafted to rile him up, to get under his skin, and to make him react. And it works, all too well.

Kuras looks like he's seconds away from having an aneurysm. He is going to kill Vere. Actually kill him.

Ais remains quiet as he watches the back and forth between Vere and Kuras with obvious amusement. He keeps his grip firm on Vere’s hips, both to keep him pinned to the desk and to prevent him from doing anything stupider.

"Cat got your tongue?" Vere taunts.

A flash of annoyance crosses Kuras's face as he stomps across the room, until he is standing directly in front of Vere. He sets the vial on the desk with a bit more force than necessary, resisting the urge to grab Vere's arms and shove him aside. "Oh, no, my darling," he retorts, practically spitting out the word. "My tongue is preoccupied with thinking up the many ways I will strangle you if you continue to be this annoying." He's had just about enough of this. "So don't. Push it." His voice has dropped to a low growl.

Vere has the audacity to let out a low, sultry laugh, unfazed by Kuras's threat. He leans even further against Ais, who's now firmly planted next to him.

Surely Kuras wouldn't attempt to strangle him in front of witnesses. But Vere's smirk suggests he might just be daring him to try.

Kuras opts for the next best thing and leans in so they're practically nose to nose. "Go ahead," he says lowly, his voice a dangerous, quiet murmur. Every muscle in his body is tense, and his hands clutch the desk so tightly that the wood creaks under his grip. "Push me to the limit, just one more time—see what happens."

There's a brief flicker of uncertainty in Vere's eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a defiant glare. He cocks his head to the side and leans forward slightly, as if inviting a reaction. "Oh, the great doctor is threatening me? How terrifying. I'm absolutely shaking in my boots."

Kuras's eyes narrow to slits. How dare he—there's that damn smile again, looking too pleased with himself. This smug, insufferable, irritating, ridiculous, infuriating—

Kuras's self-control snaps.

He'd move faster than the human eye could follow, grabbing Vere by the lapels of his shirt and pushing him against the wall, pinning him in place with one forearm against his chest—

—Or that was what he planned to do, yet one damn slip caused him to fall forward, crashing into Vere instead.

Kuras freezes, his body pressed against Vere, close enough to feel the man's hot, labored breaths. The sudden change in position has caught him off guard, his heart hammering against his ribcage. Every muscle in his body is burning, and there's a dull ringing in his ears.

He's too close—far too close.

Vere lets out a winded gasp as the air is knocked out of his lungs. He's frozen for a second as well, but of course, the bitch can't hold the silence for more than a few fucking seconds before he grins. "Now that's a very compromising position, isn't it?"

Vere's leans in even closer, his breath grazing Kuras' lips.

Kuras can feel every inch of Vere's body against his own—the heat from his chest, the subtle scent of jasmine, the way his breath brushes against his skin. Every nerve ending is on fire, and for a brief, maddening second, he wants nothing more than to shove that damn smirk off Vere's face.

He acts on instinct, surging forward and capturing Vere's lips in a bruising, hungry kiss. All the pent-up anger, frustration, and tension that has been building up for months finally explodes, channeled into a desperate, messy collision of lips, teeth, and tongue.

Vere is caught completely by surprise, his mind short-circuiting for a brief moment as Kuras’s lips crash into his. But it only takes him a second to regain his composure, his tongue darting out to tease at Kuras’s mouth, a soft, needy noise escaping his lips as he pushes closer, practically clinging to the doctor.

Kuras responds immediately, his body moving on its own as he deepens the kiss. The hand gripping Vere's shirt tightens, practically balling up the fabric as he pushes him further back against the desk, seeking more.

Vere breaks away from the kiss for a moment, panting lightly as Kuras moves his mouth to the side of Vere's jaw, planting scorching kisses along his jawline. His hands come up to grip Kuras's wrists, digging his nails into the other man's skin as he lets out a soft, needy whine.

Kuras barely registers the sting of pain, too caught up in the moment to care. Kuras has always prided himself on his self-control, but this... this was something else entirely. His fingers release their grip on Vere's shirt, moving to grip his hips instead.

Ais leans back, watching the two of them with a smirk, enjoying the show. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find the whole thing incredibly entertaining.

Kuras spares a glance at Ais, and a sly smirk spreads across his face. "Feeling left out?" He teases, his tone breathless.

Ais chuckles at Kuras's comment, folding his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to hide the fact that he found the whole scene quite enjoyable (read: very enjoyable). "Are you inviting me to join in?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

The glare that Kuras shoots Ais' way is half-hearted at best, his eyes still glazing over as his fingers dig into Vere's waist.

And then he grins.

"Why not? He's done worse, after all. And who knows, maybe this will finally shut him up for a while."

Ais circles around the desk, stepping closer to the pair with a cocky smirk on his face. Crimson red eyes round on Vere.

"Well, when you put it like that... "

He takes a moment to admire the scene in front of him. Kuras and Vere look like they're about to rip each other's throats out, all tangled up together.

Vere lets out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering open to look back and forth between the two men. "You're both utterly impossible..." He shifts against Kuras, his hips pressing flush against the doctor's.

“You are impossibly irritating," Kuras corrects, punctuating his words with a nip at Vere's neck.

Vere's breath catches in his throat as he involuntarily leans into the touch. "And yet here you are, still here," Vere replies, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"Come closer," he instructs Ais, as if he's asking him to do another job for him.

Ais grins, taking one more step forward and now standing directly opposite Kuras. "Always so demanding, aren't you, doc?" He says, tilting his head to the side as he looks over at him with a sly grin.

Kuras huffs out a low chuckle, his breaths coming out in quick, ragged gasps. "You know you like it."

He takes a moment to assess the situation, eyes flitting between Ais and Vere, before a devious smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "You're wearing too many clothes," he murmurs, raising an eyebrow at Ais.

"You're one to talk," he replies before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt, taking his time with each button.

One of Vere's hands suddenly slips under Kuras's shirt. The latter's expression gives nothing away, but his body betrays him; he flinches, torn between wanting to smack it away and wanting to feel more of it.

"Damn tease," he mutters.

Vere runs his hand up the man's chest in a slow, teasing manner. "You started it," he breathes out, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

"And I fully intend on finishing it," he rasps in response, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on Vere's shirt, parting the fabric apart and revealing soft, tanned skin. He runs his palms over the man's chest, feeling the heat and the quick, erratic pulse of his heart beneath his fingertips. His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing bruising kisses along the column of Vere's throat and the lines of his collarbone, down to the dip of his sternum.

His gaze flicks to Ais, who's still taking his sweet time undressing, his eyes tracing the planes of muscle and pale skin. "Hurry up," he says impatiently. "Or I'll rip it off you."

A delicious shiver runs through Vere's body, and he lets out a soft, needy whine. He arches into the doctor's touch, his fingers tangling in Kuras's hair.

Kuras takes advantage of Vere's momentary vulnerability, his hands gliding down to the waistband of his pants and pulling them down.

Vere yelps in surprise, but the sound quickly morphs into a moan as Kuras's hands move to his dick. He lifts his hips, meeting Kuras's touch eagerly, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I wondered how long it would take," he murmurs, his voice low and ragged. "To finally see you like this."

Vere lets out a breathy laugh, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, thighs quivering slightly as Kuras's hands move over them, spreading them apart. The latter moves his mouth to the soft skin of his inner thigh, peppering kisses and hickeys along the sensitive flesh.

At the same time, Ais reaches out a finger to run along Vere’s jawline, tracing the sharp edge. He lifts his chin, his lips moving against the foxian's in a gentle, lingering manner, his fingers carefully stroking his cheek.

Vere craned his neck, chasing the touch of Ais' lips, practically purring with contentment.

Without warning, Kuras thrusts inside Vere.

Vere lets out a noise that's somewhere between a gasp and a moan, arching off the desk at the sudden, deep intrusion, his hands scramble for purchase, gripping the edge of the desk as he struggles to adjust to the sudden fullness. "S-shit—"

Kuras braces himself, his own body trembling with the effort to keep still. "Damn... you're tight," he breathes out.

"Fuck you."

"As you wish," he replies, a sly grin on his face.

He starts moving, setting a slow, languid pace that has Vere letting out soft, breathless noises with each thrust. He keeps a steady grip on the man's hips, holding him flush against him.

Ais, being the little opportunist fucker that he is, runs his fingers along the redhead's hair, twisting the strands around his fingers as he frees his cock from its confines and pushes it inside Vere's mouth.

Vere moans around Ais's cock, the vibrations sending a shiver down Ais's spine. Kuras tightens his grip on Vere's hips, increasing the pace of his thrusts as Ais's fingers tangle in the redhead's hair, pulling him closer as Vere eagerly takes him in deeper.

Vere's tail slowly wraps itself around Kuras's leg, snaking its way up his thigh. For a moment, it's almost comforting.

Almost.

Kuras's eyes snap down at the damn thing wrapped tight around him. He is not in the mood to deal with this man's bullshit, especially not when he's so close to reaching his peak. He snatches Vere's tail and wrenches it off his leg, pinning it to the desk with a firm hand.

Vere wanted to protest, snap a scathing retort—how dare the asshole touch his fucking tail—but his traitor of a material body bucks against the other's grip involuntarily, and a muffled—because of Ais'—dick—moan escapes him as a wave of mingled pleasure and pain shoots through his body.

At the same time, Kuras shifts his position slightly, the angle of his thrusts just changing enough to simultaneously drive another moan out of him.

Vere wanted to tear Kuras into pieces, bite the fucker's neck until the bastard bled to death.

"Careful, Doctor," Ais comments. "He might enjoy that a little too much."

Kuras's responding chuckle reverberates through the room. "Believe me, I know him well enough to know that," he says, his eyes never leaving Vere's face. The flush on his cheeks, the parted lips, the hooded eyes… all so damn pretty.

"He'll say he hates every second of it," he continues, moving his hand to wrap around Vere's neck and give it a gentle squeeze. "But he knows he craves it more than anything."

Vere tries to say something, to deny the doctor's words, but all that comes out is a strangled gasp. The feeling of Kuras moving inside him is overwhelming, and his body trembles with every thrust, his thighs quivering around the doctor's waist, while this throat convulses around Ais' dick.

"You’re not proving his point very well.” Ais murmurs, his voice low and taunting. "You look absolutely ruined."

He can feel Kuras's hand wrapped around his neck, his thumb gently pressing into his pulse point, and Ais's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just the slightest bit too hard.

He knows they're right, and he hates how much he loves it.

Vere's eyes flutter shut, and he surrenders completely to the mind—numbing sensations coursing through his body.

With one final, hard thrust, Kuras comes undone, spilling himself inside Vere with a low groan. Ais lets out a guttural groan as his body shudders with pleasure, finding his own release down Vere's throat.

The room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the scent of sweat and sex, leaving Vere feeling utterly spent, boneless, yet strangely satisfied, like all his energy has been sapped out of him in the best possible way. He practically collapses against Kuras, feeling the aftershocks of euphoria wash over him consecutively.

"God damn, that was good." Ais pulls out and slumps back slightly, trying to catch his breath as he comes down from the high.

Kuras lets his head fall back, his gaze meeting Ais's over Vere's shoulder. "Remind me to lock the door next time."

[mingtinysworld]

May I request a Vampire! Seonghwa. This is my first request ever.

Hi!! Thank you sm for requesting. I wasn’t sure what kind of genre you wanted so I tried to do it pretty vague haha. Hope you like it!

Pairing: vampire!seonghwa x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

The music blares around you, making you lose all sense of balance, barely remembering where you are. Your so called friends have abandoned you for far too long, and you can't help but wonder if they'll ever come back. They dragged you to this cheap club, covered in the scent of sex and alcohol which makes you wrinkle your nose in disgust. As you walk around the edge of the dancing bodies you sway slightly, the alcohol in your system being put to work.

Out of nowhere, someone bumps into you causing you to lose your footing. As you stumble a pair of arms swoop around you to hold you up. As you're squished against this stranger's chest, you squint your eyes and take him in as best as possible. Even though your vision is blurry you can tell that he's beautiful. His body feels warm against yours and you can't help but close your eyes and snuggle against him.

The stranger simply lets out a chuckle and directs you toward the exit. As soon as the outside air hits you, you shiver involuntarily. He takes off his own jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, warming you up just the slightest.

"Can I take you home? Where do you live?" He asks.

It takes you a few moments to realize that he was speaking to you. His voice sounded so melodic and smooth, it was like music to your ears.

"I live in the condos on spring hollow street." You manage to get out with a heavy slur.

"Alright you pretty thing, let's get you home." He makes sure that you can stand properly before snaking a polite arm around your waist. As you walk on the empty sidewalk your arm swings back and forth and you hum an unintelligible tune.

"Ok we're at the condo. Which floor and apartment?"

"Hmm I think third floor and apartment 250." You answer with a wrinkle in your forehead.

"You don't sound very sure." He notes, but starts the journey up the elevator nonetheless. Once you're in front of the door he starts rummaging around your bag for the key. He feels as if he's committing a crime but you're pretty much asleep at this point so he has no other option.

You somehow get through the hallway and the living room to your tiny bedroom. He sets you down on your bed and ponders whether he should help you out further or would he be crossing boundaries. He decides on leaving you be, now that you're safe and away from potential harm. As he turns to leave you grab onto his arm, gently pulling back. Your eyes are narrow slits, vision extremely limited.

"Who are you?" You ask in your daze.

"My name is Seonghwa." As you take in his name, his eyes flash red for a split second and he disappears right in front of your eyes. You blink twice, unsure of what you had seen, blaming it all on the alcohol. With sleep calling your name however, you can't help but succumb to it.

~~~

The next morning you wake up with a groan, head pounding from an intense headache. You force yourself to get up and take a nice long shower. After your shower you start brushing your teeth, and as you're repeating the motion you freeze. The toothbrush falls out of your grasp and you gasp with a hand over your mouth.

The stranger.

Seonghwa.

It wasn't a dream, you're sure of it. Yes, you were drunk, but there's no way you simply imagined it all. He found you at the club and made sure you came home safe. And then you remember his eyes and your heart does a somersault. Those ruby red eyes. You shake your head as if you're being silly, even though you know what you saw. Choosing to ignore it, you get ready for your day. It's your turn to take over the store and you head to work with your still existing headache.

You walk around the store, straightening clothes and shoes as you go. You go to storage to grab more boxes and as you're coming back you trip on a pair of shoes. You yelp as gravity pulls you down and your knees meet the floor harshly. You curse as you see all the boxes scattered every which way and you reach to correct them when you feel a near presence. You look behind you at the front desk and nearly scream.

Its him. You know it.

You stand up tentatively and make eye contact with Seonghwa. He's sitting in your chair as if he's a regular. You stare with an open mouth, not sure what to do.

"Sweetheart, you can speak you know." He says in a teasing tone.

"What are you doing here?" You manage to get out a question.

"Well, you see, I simply wanted to check up on you. See how you're doing. I was only curious." He states matter of factly.

"How did you know I worked here?" You question. At this, Seonghwa stiffens slightly and puts on a serious face. He beckons you over and looks around to make sure no one's watching.

"Do you trust me?"

You scoff at him, thinking he's being ridiculous. "Seonghwa, I don't even know you and you expect me to trust you?"

"Ok fair enough. But I promise I mean no harm."

"Okayyy." You trail off uncertainly.

He stands up and wraps an arm around you and you instinctively shrink into yourself. You close your eyes and hear a whooshing sound around you.

"Open your eyes." Seonghwa instructs.

As you open your eyes you stare in awe. You realize that you ended up in a completely different part of the city.

"Seonghwa, did we just teleport?! What-how-huh." You blabber in amazement. He grins at your reaction and just watches on smugly. "What are you?!"

"I'm a vampire." He says nonchalantly.

You blankly stare at him. "Vampires don't exist."

"Oh so then how did we just teleport?" He asks, and you can't help but stutter. You take in his appearance and things start making more sense. His long luscious hair, his smooth pale skin, and when his mouth parts, you can see the thin fangs protruding from his gums. You don't even know how you missed that in the first place. You take a tiny, hesitant step back and Seonghwa immediately notices.

"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. If anything, I'm fascinated by you. I think you're beautiful." You blush and can't help but look away. He tips up your chin to make sure you look at him and the look in his eyes takes your breath away. They're blown wide and ruby red, and hold so much passion that it feels like there's a heat emanating from him.

"I think you're beautiful too." You admit in a small voice. Seonghwa's face lights up at that and you think you've never seen a smile as beautiful as his. Your heart pounds in your chest and you await his next action.

"I should take you back to work before someone realizes you're missing." Before you can protest he beats you to it. "Don't worry, I'll stay there with you."

He wraps an arm around you once more, this time noticeably tighter, and you two are back at your store. It feels almost comical the way that you have to pretend to be normal. You have a vampire in your vicinity and you just have to get on with work. You count down the minutes until closing time and giddily put the "We're closed" sign up. You look at Seonghwa and it looks like he's been anticipating this as much as you have. You lead him back to your apartment and can't help but think what's in store for you.

"Alright mister vampire, we've got a lot of things to catch you up on."

[greghatecrimes]

i have this vision of house carrying thirteen by her ankle into wilson's office and just holding her out to him as she's giggling because he wants wilson to watch her for a bit because he can't let her near one patient or something

wilson being unsure how exactly to grab her from that position

Have a very quickly written ficlet, anon!:

PPTH, circa 1993ish:

Wilson's in the middle of a meeting when the sound of laughter and familiar footsteps floats into his office from the hallway. He doesn't even bother trying to finish whatever sentence he'd been in the middle of; instead, he breaks off and lets loose a long sigh.

"...Is... everything alright?" The patient he'd been talking with asks, watching him with slightly widened eyes.

"I'm so sorry." He runs a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to put his head down on the patient files stacked in front of him. "You know, I just have this terrible headache. It comes and--"

The door to his office bursts open. In steps one Greg House, accompanied by the source of the childlike giggling that had been the harbinger of his arrival: his two and a half year old daughter, who's dangling from House's hand by one ankle. She sways back and forth in midair when House steps over the threshold and into the office, causing her face to flush red and her laughter to bubble up, crisp with joy.

"...Goes," Wilson sighs, and gets to his feet. "I'm so sorry. This will be just a minute."

"Hey, Wilson!" House greets, completely unperturbed by the fact that he's just walked into a private consult. "Take Thirteen for an hour, will you? I'm not supposed to have my hands full around my new patient."

"House," Wilson groans. "How many times do I have to tell you to just hire a babysitter–"

"Don't need one! Really, it's just an hour! Cuddy said they think the patient has TB or something else deliciously contagious. Can't let this germ magnet–" he shakes Thirteen for extra emphasis, and she laughs even harder. A fond smile pulls at his lips. "Anywhere near that."

"Oh, my," Wilson's patient says from between them, and Wilson's not sure if she's referencing the tuberculosis or the child dangling upside down, clearly delighted at being handled by her father like a sack of potatoes. "Is she alright?"

"My patient?" House asks. "Bleeding out of her eyeballs, last I heard, so I really need to-- oh, you meant the kid." House gives her another shake, and this time Thirteen laughs so hard that it borders on a shriek. "She's fine, she loves it. Begs me to throw her around all day long. She'd be crawling around on the ceiling if she could. Like a little spider-monkey, aren't you?" Thirteen grins, her smile flashing white like an upside-down crescent moon.

She's too damn cute, Wilson thinks. House is all too aware of this and wields it like a weapon. He lets out another long-suffering sigh.

"I'll take her," he relents, and steps out from behind his desk. "C'mere, Munchkin." He reaches for her, only to freeze when he realizes he's not quite sure how to grab her.

"Do you need–" his patient starts to ask.

"I'm fine, thank you," Wilson says loudly. He knows he's the less-experienced one out of the two of them when it comes to children. He doesn't need his own patients reminding him of that. "Here we go. Nice and easy." He decides to grab Thirteen by the waist. She's small enough that he manages to get her flipped right-side up without having to set her down on the floor or the desk first.

"Hi, Jimmy." Thirteen settles into the spot just above his hip easily, as she always does. Before he can stop her, one of her chubby little hands is reaching for one of the many pens he keeps in the chest pocket of his lab coat. Her fingers close around a bright yellow highlighter. "'Side-down? Again?" she asks.

He can't bring himself to say no. "When your dad gets back," he promises. He tucks a few flyaways behind her ear-- all that swinging around had really mussed up her ponytail. Hopefully she'll sit quietly long enough for him to fix it. "But right now Jimmy has to finish a meeting. So let's tell Dad bye-bye for now, okay?"

She waves at House with the fist that's gripping the highlighter. "Bye bye!"

"Be good for Wilson, you little gremlin," House playfully growls, narrowing his eyes at her. Thirteen laughs and hides her face against Wilson's shoulder for a moment. "I'll page ya when I'm on my way back up. Oh, and I'll order us takeout from that Chinese place for dinner tonight, sound good?" House is already halfway out the door before Wilson can form a response. "Thanks a million!" the cheerfully sarcastic tone floats back to them from the hallway. "Kisses! Mwah!"

Of course he doesn't bother to close the door on his way out.

"Um," the patient says, just as Wilson slides back into his seat. Thirteen has already managed to uncap the highlighter and is now reaching across his desk with sweeping arms, searching for something to 'color' on. He manages to feel around and find a blank notepad for her without pulling his attention from his patient. "I can always come back later, if now is a bad time–"

"No, no, not at all," Wilson assures her, and then sighs in exasperation. "I am so sorry. He seems to think I'm the on call nanny instead of a practicing oncologist."

His patient cracks a smile. "She's quite cute," she admits, after a moment of watching Thirteen. Wilson can't help the rush of pride he feels at that. "She's your colleague's?"

Wilson hesitates. "My..." In his moment of thought, Thirteen squirms in his lap and manages to twist herself around enough to swipe a streak of bright yellow across his face. Wilson closes his eyes. The taste of highlighter is bitter on his lips, but he can't help but smile. "My... partner's." he says softly.

When he opens his eyes again, Thirteen is grinning up at him, clearly pleased with her work of art. His patient is stifling laughter. "Did you want to...?" She mimes rubbing her face.

"...We'll be just fine." He tells her, settling further into his seat. "This one is an excellent listener. By all means, let's get back to where we left off."

[sora-fish]

ON A ROLL SK I CANT STOP NOW. Aka I know that my writing inspo will be gone tomorrow so I’m gonna write like 50 short stories, either about my dnd characters or these silly’s….

Anyways. FF DAKOTA AND ASHE!!!!! Under the cut of course 🫶

The city was never quiet, the loud sound of horns blaring out of busy street corners of the people collecting at restaurants to try the newest and ‘greatest’ thing.

Dakota, though, listened from afar- lifting his head to hear the sounds of social life slowly fade out, making careful steps towards an old broken down warehouse on a tip that he had gotten.

The tip seemed suspicious at best, it was from an anonymous note reading ‘Someone is working from the warehouse, go find them.’ Now. Normally he wouldn’t take such obvious bait.. butttttt

To admit, he was desperate.

It’s been weeks sense he caught wind of this new Villain that disrupted a town event by literally stabbing someone and disappearing in a flash— further more, the person he was supposed to be after was always just out of his grasp. And finally Belltech. He shouldn’t even think about bell tech before it gives him a headache.

Dakota was honestly ok with investigating any lead that might mean he got to be able to tell the agency that he had an update on anything, his savings were getting too low for him to be comfortable…

So he found himself here, standing right outside this random building, away from the normal hustle and bustle of the streets. Since Dakota didn’t really go to these sorts of sights often, he weighed his options. He could go through the window, or find a back door.

Or. The front. Because his train of thought was interrupted by the door swinging open with seemingly no one insane. Ok. Creepy.

….butttttt it felt alot better then sneaking in. Sue him.

Dakota made his way to the door and carefully stepped inside, looking around at the old storage containers and things that filled the room.

It was short lived, admittedly because as soon as he took longer then a second to look around, a sort of net pulled him up- throwing him in enough into the sky for it to be comedic. Which only meant one thing.

“Ashe.” Dakota said rather bluntly as he hung upside down, not even having to look at the other behind him too know it was her.

There was a small huff as she walked out from behind a storage bin, but when she made eye contact with him, her iconic smile formed on her face.

“I knew you’d come running! Kota! How are you!”

Dakota swung back and forth from the ceiling, pushing against the net to get any kinda of leverage— because hanging upside down made his head swirl. “You don’t get to call me that- what do you want”

Ashe frowned, grabbed Dakota by the shoulders, the red claws digging into his arms as they made eye contact. “Awwweee, you act like you don’t like our little cat and mouse game!! Even so.. I do have some important news for you, so listen up mousey.”

Dakota grumbled at the nickname- Ashe was always one to come up with these nicknames, and while it made banter fun, it was only fun when he didn’t feel like he was gonna puke from the blood rushing to his head. Seriously. He needed to be cut down from the net.

Ashe seemed to see how queasy he was getting and reached up, slashing the net and letting Dakota fall to the floor. “Now that I have your attention.. you’ve been looking for a villain right? Purple hair?”

Dakota looked up confused, only able to nod “yea- yea I have, what- do you have details on him?”

At Dakotas desperate attempts at finding things out, Ashe only broke into more set of giggles, but her face looked a little more solemn. Almost like she was forced to laugh, like funny gas at the dentist. That was quickly changing with every word, even pacing back and forth with how much energy she had.

“Yes, I do actually.. he’s in the Belltech building. Has been living there with William bell for awhile now. See- I work with bell!! Yes yes, sometimes, and I saw him- sawwwww him. With my own two eyes. Buttt—“ Ashe stopped for a moment, cleared her throat, trying to get the almost manic sound out of her tone.

“I think it would be fun if you checked it out! Cause- frankly he’s not lookin too good. And I wouldn’t care!! You know me, I am all for destruction. But I thought I would give you a favor. As a treat for my favorite hero.”

Ashe walked over the booped Dakota on the nose, leaving Dakota wondering as she giggled “that’s what I wanted to tell you. SURPRISE!” As she shouted that, Dakota felt a surge of electricity go through his body from his nose, leaving him keeled over as Ashe collected her stuff, her large demon wings covering most of the things she was working on.

With a final smile, Ashe waved to Dakota “I’ll see you later Kota! Maybe next time?” And then she was gone. Leaving Dakota recovering from a full ass electric shock on the ground.

At least he had something to report to the agency.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | twelve

The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour *Noah’s POV* I woke up the next morning pretty early, I had a slight headache from all the beers I had last night but it was manageable. Ellie was still sleeping but I couldn’t help but admire her before I got up. Yesterday was the perfect day and I wondered how we’d ever top it, but I’m sure Ellie had some ideas up her sleeve. She gave me a sense of adventure and excitement I haven’t had for something outside of my music in so long. She was such a breath of fresh air. After I realized I had been staring at her for ten minutes zoning in and out I decided to get dressed and go find us some coffee. I walked outside and it was already so busy out, but I wasn’t that surprised considering I’m used to LA. I had my AirPods in listening to a podcast when my phone rang, it was Matt FaceTiming me.

“Hey lover boy.” Matt serenades me as I answer. I looked down at my phone and he was sitting on our tour bus, not even looking at his phone and I could hear Call of Duty being played in the background, quite loudly too. “Thanks for dropping a bomb on us and ghosting.” “What bomb?” I chuckled as I saw a Starbucks down the road. I could’ve easily googled what was around me but I wanted to explore this city. Vancouver was really growing on me… “That photo of you and El!” He yells at me before dying in his game. I never had the heart to tell him he was terrible at video games, but I feel like someone needs to tell him before he gives himself a stroke. “Sorry about that, we got…busy” I replied as I licked my lips, getting flashbacks of what happened last night and how I wanted her moans saved as a voice note.  “You little slut.” “Shut up.” I felt myself blush. Ellie and I never slept together last night but after I had my fun with her, we took a small break and ended up falling asleep. Not to stroke my own ego, but I was pretty damn proud of myself. I’ve never had a girl react to my touch so authentically before, most of them would put on a show, but not her. “Dude, I think I’m falling in love with her.” “Wait are you serious?” Matts eyes darted to the screen, not caring that his game was still on. To be honest, I don’t think it would make a difference if he played or stood still. “Yeah” I replied softly. I pulled into an alleyway so I could finish talking to him before I went inside. “I don’t know man. This girl just sees right through my persona and sees me for who I really am. I’ve never experienced this much emotion over a girl before and it’s weird.” “Wow I didn’t know you were down that bad man.” Matt said as his eyes darted back and forth. He cursed under his breath as his controller vibrated even more and he threw it onto the couch, giving me his undivided attention. “I don’t blame you though, she’s so hot.” “Dude she’s so hot I would commit any crime she told me to do.” I laughed, there was no denying what a fucking babe she was. Every time I think about that classic red lip she wore the first night, I wanted her to leave it smeared on other parts of me besides my face. “She could run me over with her car and I’d say thanks.” “I’m starting to think you like her or something.” I joked as Matt’s face went bright red. “Nah man, she’s all yours.” He half laughed as he reached over to grab his controller. “Just remember she’s going through a lot so don’t scare her off, she’s gonna need your support. I’d hate to see you fuck this up again.” “I’ll try my best” I partially lied cause all I wanted to do was profess my love to her at our next show but that would make her run for sure. “It seems like we’re on the same page right now but I know she needs to do what’s best for her and her son.” “Wait…She’s a MILF?” “Goodbye Matthew.” I chuckled as I hung up the call. It amazes me how Matt can go from being serious to a high school kid in a flash. I found myself circling back to some of his comments about Ellie but I shrugged it off. I’m sure he was just joking.

[kazariloveandhavok]

Chapter 8: Flying Colors! Beach Day at Candila!!

A few days had passed since the fiasco at Sealineas, the Squad and the Trio had needed a break from all the chaos of the past few days, and, as fate would have it, they had all passed their assignments with a flying colors, and thus, as celebration, this was a perfect occasion to have some fun at the beach. 

Mount Candila Beach

Without a single solitary cloud in the sky, the sun’s warm golden rays kissed the rose-gold sand as the waves of the cool ocean washed along the shoreline, complemented by the equally cool, gentle breeze. Iyexi, clad in a white one piece with green and purple frills, was quite observant, taking in the sights of the beach, digging a hand into the sand, the others, sans Kazari, were close behind her. 

Finn nervously gazed at the ocean’s waves as they moved back and forth. “Gods damn you, moms…” they muttered to themself, heart beating in their chest “Where are you, Kaz…”

Maila placed a hand on the magicat’s shoulder with a gentle smile, “It’s okay, Finn. We’re right here,” she said, assuringly, though it’s debatable as to how much it actually helped. 

In any case, Rose and Riley got work, setting up blankets, beach chairs and umbrellas. Maila’s mermaid strength was a godsend when it came to carrying the large cooler. As for Finn, they don’t like to interact with water more than necessary, but little did they realize, they were standing a little too close to the water, so when the waves washed under their feet, their immediate reaction was to recoil, sprinting back into camp area. Finn, dropped to their knees, clutching their chest as their heart was beating so fast, it threatened to burst from their chest, showering everyone in blood and bones. 

Archer and Iyexi were quick to run up to Finn, with Iyexi gently rubbing their back. “Finn, just keep looking at us! Okay?” she said, holding eye contact with the distressed magicat, who was now in a cold sweat, continuing to mutter, “Damn you, moms….”

Archer tapped on his chin, wracking his brain for a solution, and then, with a gasp, he placed a hand on Finn’s shoulder “How about a distraction? Did you know?” Archer began, “Apparently there was a lost runestone somewhere inside of the mountainside…”

“Oh! You mean the legend of the Fire Princess?” 

All eyes turned towards the new voice. Kazari, clad in a red and black bikini top that accentuated her figure, along with matching shorts, approached the group. Her blood-red hair flowed in the wind, catching everyone's attention.

For Finn, it felt like the Gods were throwing them a lifeline. Without hesitation, they leaped to their feet, rushing toward their fellow magicat and enveloping her in a tight embrace, as if Kazari were their salvation. Kazari, caught off guard, quickly reciprocated, teasingly saying, “Woah, there. Where’s the fire?” before breaking the hug.

“Sorry I’m late, I kinda overslept,” Kazari explained, rubbing the back of her head with a chuckle. She then noticed Finn’s tired appearance, heavy bags hung beneath their eyes like an albatross. “Damn, Finn, looks like you haven’t been getting much sleep either, huh?”

In response, Finn yawned and said, “Yeah, well, Mamadora and Momeow were bitching at each other at such ungodly hours. It doesn’t tend to bring about a good night’s rest. I had to bail and trek all the way to Juliet’s place at about 3 AM! I’M LITERALLY RUNNING ON 3 HOURS OF SLEEP!” Their frustration was evident in their raised voice.

Kazari flashed her million-dollar smile at Finn. “Welp, we’re here now. Let’s unwind and have some fun, okay?”

Finn gave a soft gentle smile and said, “Okay…”

Meanwhile at Brightmoon…

The healing magic of She-Ra could only do so much to help with a headache brought on by an all-night screaming match with Catra. After downing a tablet for good measure, Adora went into the meeting room to join Bow and Glimmer.

"Hey, Adora," Bow asked pensively, trying not to disrupt any peace. "How are you feeling?"

Adora slammed herself into a chair and said emphatically, "No!" before grabbing a piece of bread and stuffing it into her mouth, rubbing her temples. Glimmer absentmindedly summoned a Rubik's Cube's worth of nose candy, imported from the Kingdom of Snows, and sprinkled it into her tea.

"Well, Adora, you and Catra just need time to cool down. Ohren has been itching to train with you, so why don't you get ready to meet her at Liq Ollum?"

Adora perked up, suddenly remembering what she came in for. "Has anyone seen Finn?"

"Apparently, they and the others are at the beach. Quite frankly, I'd say they all earned it," said Bow, chipper as ever.

Adora slumped down in her chair.

"Well, shit...I hope Finn's going to be okay..."

Back at the beach…

Finn nursed a water bottle as they watched Kazari play volleyball. Kazari took a running start and spiked the ball as hard as she could, but an errent gust of wind knocked the ball off course, ricocheting off the side of the net and smacking Finn in the face. Kazari gasped and ran over to Finn, who was now rubbing their nose.

“Crap! Sorry, Finn. You good?!” Kazari asked, concerned.

Finn slowly recovered, telling their fellow magicat, “Yeah, I think so. Man, it’s a good thing you weren’t using your havok magic, I would’ve been fifty shades of fucked!” 

Kazari chuckled and sat down next to Finn, studying the water bottle. “At least your aversion to water doesn’t extend to staying hydrated. Speaking of which…” Kazari’s voice calmed to the gentle lull, almost like a whisper, in tandem with her accent, sounded like a mother effortlessly calming her frightened child, “What’s up of you and water?” 

Finn sat up with a somber sigh. “You’re my best friend, I guess I owe you that much. I try not to hate my moms, but they make it pretty hard, such as one instant. I was only nine years old, it was my moms’ wedding anniversary, everyone else tagged along to Space Vegas, but instead of doing the halfway sensible thing like letting me stay with Madame Razz or something,  I was dragged along.  I was in the hotel room, just vibing, but apparently that was not good enough for Mamadora and Momeow, who decided to drag us all down to the pool…”

Kazari’s eyes furrowed. “Finn, did they….?”

Finn simply nodded and said, “Yep, those bitches grabbed me and yeeted me into the deepest end of the fucking pool!”

Kazari could only let out a quiet, “Jebuss Fuck…”

Finn continued.

“As I flailed around in the water, every time I tried to escape the water, Momeow would scratch me and the others. Maila didn’t know how to use her powers, so she tried to get Mermista, but she was busy pegging Seahawk. Eventually, after nearly drowning, Spinnerella and Netossa had to come and fish me out. I was never the same…”

-----

Kazari nodded, deep in thought. "I understand... Finn, it's not your fault."

Maila's voice rang out, “Yo! Finn! Kick the ball back to us!”

Finn jumped up, their gaze fixed on the ball, and gave it a swift punt towards the group. However, they misjudged the strength behind their kick. The ball soared past the others, bouncing off the ground, and plunging into the water. The magicat's heart sank.

"Fuuuuck..." they muttered under their breath.

Kazari offered a reassuring look and placed a comforting hand on Finn's shoulder. "Don't worry, Finn. I'll take care of it."

But just as Kazari was about to step into the water, Finn reached out and placed a trembling hand on their friend's shoulder. "No, Kaz. I'm the one who kicked the ball, so I need to be the one to retrieve it," they insisted, a shiver running down their spine at the mere thought.

Kazari suggested, "How about we go in together?"

Without further discussion, the two magicats cautiously waded into the water. Finn's palms grew clammy as they stepped further into the cool depths. With a sigh, Kazari crouched down and lifted Finn onto her back, causing a deep blush to spread across Finn's face. With a single powerful leap, Kazari plunged into the ocean with a resounding splash.

Kazari's rigorous strength training paid off, as she effortlessly carried Finn while swimming. But as the two drew closer to the ball, a glimmer caught Kazari's attention in her peripheral vision. Something protruded from the sandy ocean floor. Retrieving the ball, she handed it to Finn and asked, "Finn, do you trust me? I want to try out a new move with my havoc!"

Finn nervously nodded. "I trust you, Kazari."

Kazari placed her palm on Finn's chest and channeled a surge of havoc through her arm. With a powerful burst of energy, she launched the magicat out of the water, gathering sand and seaweed in their wake before skidding onto the towels. Concerned, the others rushed over to check on them. Meanwhile, Kazari took a deep breath and dived back beneath the waves, swimming down to explore what lay beneath. With a swift pivot, Kazari planted her feet firmly on the sandy ocean floor and crouched down to examine the object protruding from the ground. It had a distinct trapezoidal shape, and its surface shimmered with a shimmering blend of iridescent green and purple hues. It was a strange crystal, roughly the size of a rubber eraser. As Kazari extended her hand towards the crystal, tiny arcs of electricity danced and flickered across its surface. Swiftly grabbing it between her index and middle fingers, Kazari propelled herself upwards, emerging from the water with a graceful leap. She leisurely made her way back to shore, using her free hand to wring out the water from her hair.

Archer and Iyexi approached Kazari, their curiosity evident as they gazed at the crystal. Meanwhile, Maila gasped in awe and exclaimed, "Holy shit! I've read about that! Unless I'm mistaken, that's a havok crystal. It's rumored to possess the ability to channel havok magic!"

Kazari's interest was instantly piqued. "Is that so? Hey, aren't we working on an art project soon?"

Finn nodded silently, and a spark of inspiration ignited within Kazari's mind.

"Interesting!"

Later that night...

Kazari retrieved a notebook and eagerly examined the crystal, analyzing its intricate details. With a focused determination, she began sketching and meticulously jotting down notes, immersing herself in the depths of her creativity.

But then, an unexpected interruption shattered her concentration.

"Huh?!" Kazari's eyes widened in surprise as she noticed the return of that strange distortion in the corner of her dorm room. Reacting swiftly, she leaped out of her seat, her heart pounding in her chest. The distorted blob began to take on a peculiar shape, but just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished into thin air.

"Note to self, talk to Master Micah!"

[circusgoth-dotcom]

I Just Want To Take Care Of You

Ship: Bill Sawyer & The Sawyer Brothers (Familial)

Word Count: 1065

Summary: Bill is struggling with his menstrual cycle and Bubba wants to help his cousin feel better in any way he knows how. CWs for period mentions throughout, arguing, empty threats, unsanitary mentions.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Bill felt as if he was about to collapse into a puddle of tired, frustrated tears. Dealing with his menstrual cycle was hard enough as a self-identified man, but add in the fact he lived in the arid climate of the Texas countryside, alongside his mostly uneducated cousins, and the monthlies could feel like life or death situations depending on his symptoms. The least he could say was Drayton knew enough to send him to the convenience store with the right amount of change to buy supplies, but even then his eldest cousin was always squeamish about “womanly things.”

It had been a long, hot day. Bill had only worked at his “antiques” store for half of it before giving up and heading back home, where Drayton put him on chore duty before heading out for the gas station. While he had been mucking out the chicken coop, the old rake snapped in half, and that was the last straw. Tossing the broken halves aside, Bill headed back inside and buried his face in his hands as he leaned against the kitchen counter, breathing heavily. When he heard the front door bang open, he had to suppress a sob of anger. He didn’t have a shred of patience to spare on Nubbins or Bubba, though he and Bubba usually melded together the best out of the possible relationship combinations.

“Hey Bill! Bill!” Nubbins called, rushing into the kitchen with an excited grin. Bill glowered at him through his fingers, barely glimpsing the red cardboard container he was swinging in one of his hands.

“What?” He asked in a quiet, dangerous tone.

“Br-brought-t ya a present-t!” The lanky, greasy man thrust the container forth proudly as Bill’s hands fell away from his hot, splotchy face. It was a four-pack of Coca-Cola in glass bottles. A small amount of frustration slipped away from Bill.

“Shit, how’d you get these? Thanks,” he eagerly took one of the bottles and popped off the cap. Cold to the touch.

“Nabbed ‘em off s-s-some folks up the- up the road. T-too far away right-t now to-to be of any int-t-terest, but-t-t if they keep comin’ thisaway they might-t-t just-t be t-t’nights dinner!” Nubbins opened a bottle as well, gulping down the sugary, bubbly content.

“Good eye, Nubs.” Bill hummed in relief as he took a swig, the coolness of the drink spreading over him like a much-needed mist.

“Man, you-you look beat-t. Were you r-r-rollin’ around in the ch-chick-ken coop??”

His frustration returned in a flash. “Why, am I fuckin’ covered in shit?? The damn rake broke, Drayton’s gonna have to buy a new one.”

Nubbins laughed. “Whoo, that-t sucks!”

“Yeah, and it’d suck too if I knocked your teeth in for laughing at my misfortune!”

Nubbins flinched. “He-hey man, I thought-t we were cool, I brought-t you co-coke, don’t-t ge-get pissy with me!”

“I’m not bein’ pissy…” Bill slammed his bottle down on the counter. “Nubbins, it’s been a long goddamn day, I don’t need lip from you and as soon as Drayton gets home I’m going straight to bed. Shit, I think a headache’s starting…”

Nubbins gave him a sort of “cog-turning” look before speaking again. “Oh, that-t’s right-t, it-t’s that-t ti-time of the month again, ain’t it? Why’s that-t happen again??”

Bill groaned and took another deep swig of his coke. “I’m not explaining it to you again!”

“Aw, c’monn! You’re always t-t-talkin’ about edu’catin’ me and Bubba, how’m’I supposed to-to learn anythin’ if you’re not-t gonna drill it-t int-to my brain??”

Bill finished his Coke and briefly stepped into Bubba’s butchering room to retrieve a drill, swiftly returning to the kitchen. “Alright, I’ll drill somethin’ into your brain!”

Nubbins yelped and sped off, finally leaving his cousin be.

“Serves you right, I swear that boy is worse than a horsefly sometimes…” He muttered to himself as he put the tool back in its place. His anger was now ebbing away, replaced by sheer exhaustion, though his heart rate spiked again when he heard the back door open, turning to see Bubba’s large frame entering the kitchen.

“Why the chicken coop all tore up?” He grunted through his mask, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Bubba, the rake broke in the middle of my cleanin’ and I just couldn’t deal with it anymore so I came inside. I’ll help you finish cleaning after supper, how’s that?”

Bubba nodded, but still seemed concerned. He pointed at his cousin’s face. “Yer tired.”

Bill opened his mouth to sass, but all that came out was something like the weak deflation of a balloon. “Yes, Bubba, I’m tired.” His voice cracked as he spoke. Bubba walked to the opposite side of the kitchen, waving for Bill to follow him. He was confused but eventually began to trot behind his larger cousin, ascending the creaky stairs into the upper floor of the farmhouse. He followed him straight to his own bedroom.

“Oh, Bubba, I can’t take a nap, there’s still work to be done…”

“Can’t be doin’ any worksome if yer fallin’ ‘sleep standin’ up can ya?” Bubba kicked off his boots and laid down on the bed himself, patting what little space was left beside him. “Gonna help you now c’mon siddown.”

“I… Bubba, it’s so hot, darlin’...”

“Gonna help you cousin siddown. C’mon now yer tired.”

“Fine. But only ten minutes, then it’s up until eight for the both of us, y’hear?” Reluctantly, Bill joined his cousin on the bed, curling his body away from him and setting his glasses on the bedside table.

“There y’go.” Bubba muttered softly, reaching out to rub Bill’s back. His touch was firm but not painful, and Bill was content to let Bubba try and help him. After all, there was no harm in that. Despite the heat and the sweat and being used to sleeping alone, Bill eventually dozed off. Bubba remained awake, protectively watching over him, determined not to let anything- in particular, Drayton -disturb his slumber. Unfortunately, Nubbins soon appeared in the doorway.

“What are y’all…?”

“Shh! Bill sleepin’. Needs rest.”

“Now why d-does he get-t a week a month t-to bitch at-t us and sleep whenever the hell-hell he wants t-to??”

“Dunno but yer not ruinin’ it. Shoo.”

“Bubba did you just-t tell-tell me t-to ‘shoo??’”

“G’on get!”

Grumpily, Nubbins turned and went back downstairs, much to Bubba’s appreciation.

[write-kin]

requested by my friend Silly!! prompts list from here

CWs: some violence, concussion.

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“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

Why the hell was this guy apologizing? Duke’s vision was blurry. Fuck, he’d been hit hard. 

The last thing he could remember, he’d been skulking around the new place in town. A bakery, right across from his own restaurant. Now, all he could taste was blood in his mouth and all he could hear was his ears ringing. 

The two blurry people in front of him eventually merged into one man, with shaggy red hair in a ponytail that looked like he was about twenty seconds away from needing an ambulance called, the way he was beat up. 

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Goddamn. No. You’re- you’re Duke! You own- fuck! I’m so sorry.” 

Okay, that meant the stranger knew who he was. The guy was, against all odds, also incredibly freckled. He looked like he could have been Duke’s cousin, on his mom’s side. Where the scottish came from. His eyes were dark, an unnerving deep brown that made it hard to see his pupil. He was covered in scrapes, and bruises, and bandages, wearing a tee shirt and black jeans. 

“Shit. Shit. I’ll pay for this. Money-wise. I’ll call you an ambulance, okay? I just- I thought you were someone else, who really deserved to be knocked out like that.” He managed a dull noise, starting to sit up before the stranger gently pushed him back down. Likely a good idea. Duke wouldn’t be surprised if he got a concussion from the whole thing. 

“I owe someone money, and- oh, fuck. I’m out more. I’ll pay you back first, okay?” The stranger was pacing back and forth above him, wringing his hands, before looking down at Duke. He held out a hand, with two- four- two- no, three- fingers out. 

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Speaking felt hard. Duke held up three of his own, and got a distressed sound from the stranger. 

When Duke came back into consciousness after that, the man was on the phone, and there were red and blue lights flashing bright enough to give him a headache, if he didn’t have one already. The stranger attempted to come up to Duke, to apologize as he was being lifted into the ambulance, but all he got was a nod when he offered to visit him. 

Duke didn’t mind getting to see the man who’d apparently sucker-punched him into the concrete out of nowhere. 

He could sic his fiance on the stranger when he got here. A name and a face would make it far easier. 

[nelithic]

none of it is new. and yet it is also new. the dragon knows the sorcerer's lines just as he knows hers. the dragon has never heard these lines before, just as the sorcerer has never heard hers. the wounds they rip are fresh ( and old ), the words ugly and inflammatory ( and well-loved ) beneath the skin: an open sore, a festering wound invislble to the eye and left untended for too long — past tending.

unknown how to be tended.

the venom the dragon spits is the venom of tears and hatred and shame.

( hurt and incensed ) dragon : how could you say that to me? you are who you are today because of me.

dragon : what have i done that wasn't for you?

stone bridges crack. fire burns. when the sorcerer's spells flare, an answering dark vapor begins to pour from the gaps between the dragon's fangs. but then he hesitates. the sorcerer peers left and right of him with confusion. he demands an explanation from . . . wait no, this isn't right. sorcerer, what are you doing?

dragon, just say your next line.

dragon : . . . i—

( dragon does not remember her next line. )

sorcerer : . . . gotta tell me the—

wait, stop— no, let me get the scr 　　　　　　　　　　　　　 　ip 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 t 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　—reason first, OK?"

nel blinks her eyes to the by-now familiar figure with arms outstretched, whose characteristic eager grin stands crooked, doused by bewilderment. she has not yet made sense of what he says, hollow echoes still ringing in her own mind like reverberations down a long, fading corridor. they seem to belong to her and yet not to her. you're such an ungrateful thing. such an ungrateful thing. ungrateful thing . . .

"ugh . . ."

eyes closed to stave off a strange headache, it's not until she registers griss' question about their surroundings that she thinks to look at them herself, peeling back vision until it comes to a settling focus, darkness into dark shapes into shapes, on a murky, skeletal underground. the false light pouring in from the fabricated sky for their stage only serves to illuminate the depth of the shadow past its boundaries, sectioned off by bronze-green metal poles rusted over with neglect. save for griss' voice, there is no sound. no wind, no rustling earth, no clamor of human voices, as though all noise had been taken from the world. but what draws her eye is not any of these things, but subtle movement just at the edge of vision: an audience of dolls arrayed inside a long, concatenated line of large steel boxes, gaps — doors and windows, once — wide open and vacant for them to peer through. though they lack eyes in place of full-face oval masks, the figures' arms move mechanically back and forth, back and forth . . . suspended eternally in the action of clapping, with palms never meeting.

she pulls her gaze from them after several second of this unnerving, dead pantomime, sensing as though she understands what had just happened and yet not at all.

suddenly, she realizes she has been transformed all this time; in a flash of red as dull as their abandoned environment, black-haired woman replaces the black-scaled dragon with a sigh. thankfully, she still has a weapon in her hand, the long, heavy spear a stabilizing weight. tossing a toneless, expectant look at griss, she turns to study the distant, monochrome archway of steps leading to a higher level, and starts walking. "with any luck, we will soon find out. stay alert."

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬.

[e-dragoons]

ao3 link here

“Give it here.”

Lehna didn’t recognize the coldness in her own voice. But it wasn’t coldness at all—it was a white, hot rage that burned at her emotions. Alphinaud hesitated, but seemed to decide he trusted her to endure the weight of both Eyes and handed the one he had pried from Estinien’s arm. 

“Quick! Into the abyss!”

She ignored Aymeric’s voice as she crouched beside Estinien. He was unconscious—but breathing. 

“Lehna?”

Alphinaud’s voice cracked. He was scared. 

She couldn’t blame him.

Before either Alphinaud or Aymeric could stop her, Lehna gripped one of the Eyes so hard in her hand that it exploded into tendrils of a smoky aether. It smelled of rage and regret—of revenge. But that’s not why she was doing this. 

“I will make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone ever again,” she said. 

“Don’t…”

She was surprised to Estinien staring up at her, barely able to keep his eyes open. Lehna stood, the aether of the Great Wyrm trailing behind her hand as she stepped back—already it clung to her, waiting for its opportunity to pounce.

Estinien was strong—one of the fiercest warriors she had ever met. But Lehna—despite not quite understanding the true magnitude of what it meant—was the Warrior of Light. If Hydaelyn had ever had the love for Lehna that she claimed, she would find a way to protect her from this as she had so many times before. 

Hydaelyn didn’t have a choice. Not if she wanted her Champion to live. 

The other Eye was crushed just as easily as the first. Nidhogg’s aether was a dense cloud around her, but she was determined. Lehna heard voices, but could not hear what they were saying. 

There was no turning back now. 

“Nidhogg,” she spat. “You are mine.”

It was like wading through mud. 

The aether was dense and thick, clouding her senses but for the clawing sensation at her chest. The splitting headache that made her scream. 

You utter fool.

Nidhogg’s voice was all she could make out through the pain. 

Death will be a release for you, stupid girl. Simply ask.

His rage burned at her core. It would overtake her she was dying it hurt so much let it end let it stop make it stop why won’t you ask me to make it stop—

You will never hurt another.

She hissed the words in Dragonspeak. Now the aether was fleeing, scrambling to get away from her. 

You want the Azure Dragoon? I’ll give you the Azure Dragoon.

Pain like a white hot iron exploded across her skin. Lehna couldn’t move as her mind wrestled back and forth with Nidhogg’s will—a give and a take, a push and a pull. 

His grasp on his power snapped, and this time she knew she screamed. 

—

“Lehna!”

Aymeric pulled him back, gripping his shoulder. “Lord Alphinaud, you must not interfere.”

He was no fool—killing her or Nidhogg now would release his power. Who knew where it would go? They would need to defeat Lehna as they had Estinien—they could do it if Estinien had time to recover, maybe if Alberic picked up his lance again—

Aymeric.

He looked up. 

Lehna was in the air—her features honed and cruel, scales creeping along the side of her face. Horns sat on each side of her head and her eyes glowed red. Her scales glowed orange. 

Rage incarnate. 

“What have you done?” Alphinaud begged, dropping to the ground as new tears spring from his eyes. 

Lehna approached him, tilting his head up with a single finger. “He will not hurt anyone again, Alphinaud.”

Her voice was returning to normal. Aymeric had not even realized his hand had gone to the hilt of his sword, but he loosened his grip as he watched her with a careful gaze. 

Through the cloud of aether her body transformed back to normal faster than Aymeric could keep up with it. Lehna pulled Alphinaud into her arms as he sobbed. She rubbed his back and mumbled something Aymeric could not hear. 

He brought his sword to her throat, and she looked up at him without fear. Her eyes flashed that terrible red—enough power to knock Aymeric back onto the ground with sheer force of will. Enough for Naegling to fall to the ground with a clatter as he regained his balance, eyes wide. “What did you do?”

Lehna ignored him and instead stood up as her gaze lingered on Estinien’s unconscious form. “You can rest now,” she said quietly. “That I swear to you.”

[fairlyabookie]

Red

Author's note: Day 8 of February prompts! Enjoy!

All Riddle saw on this auspicious day was the sea of red permeating his vision, dresses and attire decked in flecks of gold with a background of scarlet. Flashes of jewelry ranging from the fine jade, sparkling topaz, and twinkling rubies circulated about him to complement the attires. 

“Which one do you prefer, Your Grace? 

Anxious servants inquiry, tittering on which outfit would Riddle look the best in. He couldn’t decide between all of them, each of them with unique designs of animal and floral motifs. 

“Give me some time to think.” 

A wave of the hand dismisses the band of servants surrounding him. All of these decisions brought forth a numbing headache between his temples, the clamoring and shuffling not improving it by much. First, he didn’t want to wear something that would outshine his partner’s attire, something simple or modest would do. His hands trembled for some odd reason, his heart leaping a million miles per minute. 

“You’re getting nervous, Riddle.” 

A familiar voice points out, startling him from his stupor. 

“Trey.” 

He acknowledges the kind smile reflected in the mirror in front of him. 

“Haven’t decided on what to wear yet?” 

Riddle shakes his head, averting his gaze to the numerous accessories laid out on his vanity. 

“I guess you can say that.” 

He didn’t want to admit outright that Trey’s presence quelled his nerves. In the sea of working with other individuals planning for the perfect wedding, seeing a familiar face was a refreshing note in the stifling chaos. Trey stepped forth, taking in the chaos that littered Riddle’s room, unfinished invitations and honorary gifts for the guests, jewelry and red attires strewn about his chambers haphazardly. 

“Want to talk about it?” 

Trey asks, noting the distraught expression by Riddle’s features. 

“Talk about it?” 

Riddle hesitated, not wanting to trouble Trey about his stressors about the upcoming wedding; he also didn’t want to worry [Reader], who he was to wed. He kept to himself, letting these thoughts manifests in nervous bouts of mutterings and indecisiveness. 

“Don’t keep to yourself, Riddle. Just let it out, we don’t want you to be stressed out on the day of your wedding.” 

Trey’s kindness was truly a rarity, a precious pearl in the sea of oysters. In the back of Riddle’s mind, he knew Trey was right. He could confide in his friend, air out his feelings, and be done with it. If he chose not to do it, who knows what will happen to him on the day of the wedding? 

“I want [Reader] to be the one wearing the red.” 

Trey felt this wasn’t all Riddle wanted to talk about - there had to be more, so he waited. 

“I can’t possibly decide what to wear with [Reader] wearing a gorgeous outfit when they walk the aisle.” 

Riddle fiddles with some jewelry, eyeing the fine details of the red outfits the servants presented him. 

“Do you think these attires are not appropriate for you?” 

Trey inquiries. 

“Of course not, I don’t want to outshine [Reader].” 

Trey matches his gaze with Riddle’s, looking over at the outfits and their accompanying pieces. 

“Have you seen [Reader] in their dress?” 

“Not y-” 

“Riddle, there you are! I was looking for you! Can I borrow one of your accessories for a bit?” 

[Reader]’s voice startles the two men from their stupor, Trey quick to welcome them in. Riddle saw just a glimpse over Trey’s shoulder to see what [Reader] was wearing, a flowing scarlet outfit that glided across the floor each step they took. At this moment, Riddle knew what his partner needed: a pair of pearl earrings to pronounce an elegant aura. 

“Yes, let me get those for you.” 

He rummages about his room for the accessory, where he finds a sapphire pouch containing dangling drops of pearls. A gift from his mother when he and [Reader] declared their marriage together, this had to be used for the occasion. 

“Allow me.” 

Trey takes a step back, allowing space for Riddle to hook on the earrings for his partner. [Reader] doesn’t budge, a silent consent with them fixing their hair for Riddle. The image of red on [Reader] imprinted itself onto the boy’s memory, a seductive color onto their skin, a color Riddle had never thought would look good on [Reader]. The pearls, a dash of white in the sea of red, upheld a peculiar charm to them. Needless to say, Riddle was in love. The troubles he had earlier vanished in just a moment.

“Beautiful.” 

He heard himself whispering, reliving what would be the days of him falling in love with [Reader in those years ago.

[inkandpen22]

Dazed and Confused (S1: 9/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild language

Word Count: 2.4k

Part Summary: At the Byers house, Y/N has a flashback from last year and things take a surprising turn.

Masterlist

I remove one of my swords from its sheath and inspect its blade. Memories from last year flash across my mind. In this very living room, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, and I faced the Demogorgon. Well, it started out as just the three of us before Steve showed up and got all frazzled. Granted, he had every reason to be. It's not every day someone sees an alien.

"This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy! This is crazy! This is crazy!" Steve paces toward the phone and begins to dial 911.

I quickly snatch the device from his hands and slam it down.

“What the hell are you doing here Nance? Let’s go!” I try to reason with her. 

“Get out of here!” She yells, “Y/N, just go!” 

Okay, um, bitch! I didn’t miss The Facts of Life for this bullshit! 

I cross my arms over my chest and grant her the death glare. “You don’t want to leave? Fine by me! Steve, let’s go!” I spin on my heels and head toward the door. 

The idiotic Christmas lights scattered all over the shack of a house start to flicker which makes Jonathan and Nancy lose their shit. 

“He’s back!” She screams. 

“Everyone get together!” Jonathan demands. 

“What? Why? What’s going on?” Steve actually listens to them. 

As if I’m going to listen to that freak! It’s going to happen! I’m going home! I have practice tomorrow and I can’t be late! 

“Y/N! Get over here!” Jonathan orders. 

He has the audacity to command me? He’s about to have a rude awakening here in a minute. 

I whip around to address the asshole. “Watch it, Byers! I’m in no mood to-” 

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel a weight resembling a cement block colliding with my stomach. I fall onto my side and swords collapse from my hands to the carpet. I'm whipped onto my back and above me is nothing but a flower of million teeth as the beast releases a deep growl.

"Y/N!" Nancy and Jonathan shout as they begin to shoot at it.

I release a blood-curdling scream and attempt to reach for one of my swords just inches away. The monster lifts one of its massive claws and digs it into my extended arm.

"Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" Nancy yells.

The pain is so sharp it makes every ounce of breath leave my lungs. For a moment, my body is stiff and my eyes begin to well up.

Suddenly, the monster disappears from above me. The vision of the Byers's cream ceiling comes into view.

"Take that, asshole!" Steve grunts, knocking the Demogorgon again, this time into the hallway. "He’s in the trap!" Jonathan announces.

All three of them disappear from my immediate sight. Their voices are muffled around the corner and all I can do is stare up at the damaged ceiling with blurry vision. Slowly, my head inches to the side to catch a glimpse of the stinging I feel. All I see is red on what was once a yellow-like carpet.

I just... I just need to sit up and I'll be okay. I try to move but a piercing headache plagues me and I become lightheaded. The shouting coming from the hallway reaches my ears as gibberish.

"Y/N!" Steve calls, suddenly emerging into the living room. He slides onto his knees at my side, dropping the bat beside him.

"Oh shit!" Jonathan gasps as his eyes lock onto my arm.

"She's losing a lot of blood!" Nancy panics as she kneels beside Steve.

"Guys, what's... what's going on?" I question anxiously.

"Hey, hey..." Steve looks into my eyes and speaks with a gentle tone. "It's all going to be okay." He grips the bottom of his shirt and begins to rip it. "I'll take her to the hospital."

"And tell them what? She got attacked by an alien?" Jonathan challenges as he paces back and forth behind them.

"What else do you suggest we do?" Steve snaps before he starts to wrap the long line of fabric around my arm.

I wince at the pain.

"Steve is right. She needs help!" Nancy adds.

When Steve moves to pick me up, my vision goes black for... I'm not actually sure how long. All I can focus on is the pain. The piercing pain radiating from my forearm, to my shoulder and all throughout my body. I come to when Jonathan props open the front door and Steve carries me outside.

"Don't worry. I've got you," he mumbles against my ear.

Nancy hurries ahead, unlocking the car and opening the passenger door. "I'll come to be with you as soon as I can!" She assures me as Steve gently places me inside.

Once they shut the door, the world goes silent. I've seen enough documentaries and crime shows to know the cardinal rule of a severe injury, don't fall asleep. I always used to yell at the screen when the characters would fall asleep. I mean, how hard could it be to stay awake? Now that I'm living the scenario, I can see why passing out would be the better choice.

"Hey! Hey!"

My eyes flicker open as I feel a frantic tapping on my leg.

"Stay with me Y/N! You with me?" Steve shouts as he floors it down the Byers's driveway.

I hum weakly.

"Oh my shit! You scared the hell out of me!" He worriedly glances between the poorly lit backroad and me.

I snicker faintly. Even when my on the verge of fainting he still makes me laugh.

"Hey! Everything's going to be okay..." He tries to reassure me. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, alright?"

I nod slowly, doing my best to remain conscious. I roll my head to the side and stare at Steve as his eyes remain ahead. "Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks..." I struggle to bring my voice any higher than a whisper. "Thanks for saving me."

His sight swiftly meets mine again. His hand leaves the divider and finds my hand. "Anytime, Y/N... Anytime."

“Y/N!” A voice pulls me from my daydream.

When I snap back to reality, I'm met with Dustin's curious gaze. i huff. “What?”

“I asked where you got those.” He points at the sword in my lap.

“Oh uh..." I glance down at the object and it takes me a minute to fully return to the present. It's like waking up from a dream and trying to operate too quickly. What's real and what's fake is still blurry. "They're uh... They’re samurai swords. My dad travels a lot. He got them while on a business trip in Japan.” 

“Can I try them?” He grins eagerly.

“What? No." My brows scrunch together. He can't be serious. "This isn't the Ninja Turtles. They're real and could cut you like paper.” 

Abruptly, Hopper barges into the house looking distraught.

"What happened?" Dustin questions, leaving his spot in front of me to follow the Chief into the kitchen.

Still, in a daze, I slowly but surely follow behind the kid. Eventually, I join the others around the kitchen table.

Hopper sighs, grabbing any piece of paper he can find. "I think he's talking, just not with words."

I watch absentmindedly as the others focus on whatever Hopper is trying to figure out. Out of my peripheral vision, Steve moves from his leaning position against the fridge to join me across the room.

He cups my cheek, urging me to look at him. "Are you okay?"

I nod slightly. "Fine."

Steve's brows scrunch together with evident concern, clearly not convinced. I'll admit, I would've even believe myself.

A commotion ensues around the table, breaking his attention from me.

He studies the sheet over Lucas's shoulder. "What is that?"

"Morse code," everyone voices in unison.

Hopper writes out the translation beneath the markings, eventually coming up with H.E.R.E

"Here," all of us conclude together.

"Will's still in there. He's talking to us!" Hopper expresses excitedly before rushing out of the house again.

I look to Steve who meets my gaze. "We're going to need more paper."

_______________________________

"Dash, dot, dash, dot," Lucas announces as he listens to the walkie talkie.

"Yeah, got it," I mumble, scanning the translation key. "C!"

Nancy marks down the letter urgently.

Steve grips the back of my chair, watching the operation like the rest of the kids.

C.L.O.S.E.G.A.T.

One after the next, Nancy, Lucas, and I translate the Will taps out to us. Somehow, some way, this is working.

"E!" I answer swiftly for Nancy to add.

She marks down the letter in red crayon and then meets my gaze wide-eyed. "Close gate," she mutters, appearing utterly struck in awe.

Before any of us can react or pick up the radio to tell Hopper, the phone begins to ring. We all jump, startled by the sudden noise.

"Shit! Shit!" Dustin runs to the phone and slams it down.

There's a moment of silence and relief. If Will had heard that-

Before I can even finish my thought, the phone rings again.

Nancy flies up from her chair in a fit of rage and yanks the entire phone off the wall. She chucks the clump of plastic to the floor with a grunt.

"Do... Do you think he heard that?" Lucas questions.

"It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?" Max tries to reason.

Hopper storms back into the house in a panic. “They’re coming! It knows where we are!” 

Immediately, everyone breaks out into a frenzy to get ready. My heart begins to race as my eyes fall to the floor. Yet again I find myself facing other worldly monsters in the Byers house. This will be like the junkyard but probably a million times worse because instead of a handful of demodogs it'll be the whole swarm.

A gentle hand falls on my shoulder and my eyes lift to meet Steve's. He offers me a weak but reassuring smile. "Stay close to me."

I nod, rising from my seat to grab my swords.

"Hey. Hey, get away from the windows!" Hopper orders the kids and they instantly scatter.

I collect my swords from the couch, removing the second from its sheath. The handles in my hands are something I thought and hoped I would never feel again. When I first stole my dad's swords it was out of desperation and lack of any other weapon. They were completely foreign to me. Now, the idea of using them is like returning to an old hobby after years away.

Hopper tosses Nancy a shotgun as everyone gathers in the living room.

"Get behind me," Steve instructs... Well... more like commands.

I scoff, a bit amused. "Seriously?"

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N-"

"Steve!" I huff. He can't be serious!

"I don't want you to get hurt!" He argues.

"Hello! Swords!" I hold them up between us.

He grumbles. "These things! These monsters-"

"Look, I don't need-"

"Hey!" Hopper barks at us, causing the room to fall silent and all eyes to land on us. "Shut up!" He orders.

A sudden ear-piercing screech echoes from outside, leading everyone's heads to snap toward the front window.

Steve holds his bat in one hand and slips his other across my back.

In front of me, I cross my dad's swords into an X and await any sort of motion.

Minutes pass with various growls and thuds echoing from outside.

"Where are they?" Max panics under the anticipation.

"What are they doing?" Lucas presses, voicing what we're all wondering, why haven't they attacked yet?

I lower my swords slightly and right when I do, the front window shaders. The house fills with screams, including my own. In one swift motion, Steve's hand leaves my back and slips around my front. He jumps in front of me and grips my jean loops to keep me behind him.

When the room settles and outside falls quiet, everyone stares at the laying demodog.

"Holy shit!" Dustin gawks.

"Is it dead?" Lucas asks.

Hopper shifts closer to it and using the tip of his gun, pokes it. When the monster doesn't move or attack, we all silently agree it's dead. As quickly as some mild sense of relief came, it disappears again with the front door creaking.

Steve's hand leaves my hip and glides up to my back, pressing my chest into him. Despite my earlier protests, I don't fight off his protective actions and I peer over his shoulder.

My lips part in pure shock when my sight lands on Eleven of all people. After a year... she's just... here. I drop my swords to the carpet with a clink and move to stand next to Steve. He loosens his grip on the bat and it dangles beside his legs.

Mike emerges from behind Hopper with an equally stunned expression. “El?” 

The young girl nods as she wipes away her bloody nose.

The two embrace eagerly and my eyes meet Steve's utterly dumbfounded. As things start to calm down, Steve guides me over to the couch and the two of us actually rest for the first time in hours.

The peace is short-lived as a fight breaks out between Mike and Hopper once the boy realizes he knew where Eleven was this whole time. The Chief escorts him away to talk it out rather than arguing.

Meanwhile, Max approaches Eleven while she catches up with the boys. “Eleven?” The girl offers the other a warm smile and extends her hand out to her.

Eleven passes Max and makes her way over to me. I rise up from my spot beside Steve and take the girl into a warm embrace. “Hey, I’ve missed you girly!"

Eleven tightens her grip around me while she presses her cheek into my chest.

“It’s okay... I know... I’m here...” I rest my cheek against the top of her head. "I’m glad to see you're okay.”

After a short time, she pulls back to meet my gaze. Then, her eyes land on my arm, my scar. Her fingers run over it. “Your arm is better...” She states a matter-of-factly.

“Oh!" I giggle. “Yeah, yeah almost. Hopefully, there’s no more scar in the future.” 

Abruptly, she slings her arms around me again. “I’ve missed you too.” 

A genuine smile forms on my lips to see Eleven okay and to some extent happy. I run my fingers over her slicked-back hair. “Love the new style by the way... You could work at MTV or something," I snicker.  

She laughs and nods against my chest.

My eyes flicker over to Steve who continues to watch the interaction with a pleased grin. For a moment, a second even, I can actually breathe and remember that despite everything the people I care about are still okay. We have a shot at saving Will and things could possibly go back to the way they were before all of this... Minus the part of Nancy and Steve being together but that's more of a side note.

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