#if anyone's wondering i hid this in the tags so you don't have to look at it

[dappercritter]

OH NO BRO

THE DOOMERISM'S HITTIN ME

[kimhargreeves]

A Flashy Act part 2-Buggy x Reader (smut)

Summary: Buggy has decided to question you behind curtains in his private room, which leads you both to share an intimate moment together.

(A/N: The people have spoken and I delivered!! Enjoy this spicy Buggy smut for all you weird clown fuckers like myself. Special thanks to everyone who liked my post! I didn't expect it to become popular in just a day. Anyone enjoy cause this is nasty..or spicy however you want to look at it. A part 3 may be done once I finish the show since I'm on ep 3.)

(Tag list: @pookiesnatcher @alejandro0-0 @ghostlycrystobalove @lenu-i

"Luffy!"

"Don't worry, I got this!" Luffy shouted when Buggy had grabbed me and began to pull me away from the stage, where Luffy was now held. This fucking clown, I swear if he harms that boy. I frowned when the clown began to now pulling me away.

"Quit giving me such a hard time!"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing pulling me into this room-" I was immediately quiet when Buggy grabbed my shoulders dipped me a bit and he unexpectedly began to kiss me.

I started back at him surprised as he lifted me back up on my feet. The first thing I did was slap his across the face and I hid my face.

"I-I'm so sorry! What..why did you-"

Buggy began to chuckle to himself as he held onto the spot I had hit him. His lipstick was smeared around his lips, and it was a bit hard ti tell if I let a mark on his face.

"You're still annoying and hard to please. You haven't changed quite much, (Y/N). Now..Where is my map?!"

I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned closer to look at him. All of the sudden Buggy took a step back and froze.

"Buggy…sorry I don't know what you mean-"

"Ugh I knew it! That damn Shanks probably told you to forget about me. He always does things like this."

I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head. "Shanks you know him?! Wait…" I thought hard and suddenly remembered a certain memory of myself, Shanks and Buggy.

"Now I remember! You took a few punches once when-"

"When a guy threatened to toss you out into the sea." Buggy ended my sentence and sighed.

I started up at the clown and wondered how I had forgotten about him. "We used to hang out didn't we? The three of us."

"Yeah until I was left alone! Shanks returned one day without you, saying how he wanted you to have s nice and decent life, not a pirates one which I thought was bullshit."

"Language." I warn and smirked afterwards.

Buggy sighed and now looked at me up and down. "You really grew up, (Y/N)."

"Flashily I suppose?" I said giving a twirl and giving a wink. "But seriously, did you kidnap us just so you can have the map?"

"That map belongs to me! Not to some prepubescent boy who doesn't know what it's like to be a pirate. Why are you with him anyways?" He asked leaning his back onto the wall and crossing his arms.

"I made a promise to my brother, Shanks. That I would look after him."

"So you're a babysitter then? That's great." Buggy rolled his eyes as he said that and started to take his gloves off. "Really suits your character." He laughed.

I squinted my eyes at him and looked at him from head to know. "Never thought you would go with the whole creepy clown look. You look like you would eat children." I joke.

"I eat others things… I let the whole raw meat thing to my buddy you met back on stage."

Great. So not only are they all supposed to be freaks, but he has a cannibal among them. What else has he been up to for these last couple of years?

"Gross. How many times have you taken advantage of some poor girl..or boy."

"Don't be ridiculous. I would never take advantage of someone if they were against it. And those who accept?"

"Well, let's say we have a pretty good time." He grinned pulling himself back up straight and seeing me fake throwing up.

"Ew.. I did not need that image in my head."

"Don't tell me you're still a virgin! Someone like you? Traveling the sea?!"

I looked around at where he had taken me. Making sure to look well even if it was kinda dark, only a few candles here and there with a vanity mirror and a few makeup scattered around, a small bed with the same lights messily clinging above the room.

"Where's Luffy?"

"Now you're avoiding the question!"

"Just tell me where he is with his ginger girl and broccoli guy!" I said trying me my best to not seem nervous, but really wanting to know if they were safe.

"I'll gladly tell you, once you tell where my map is!" He shouted and seemed to quickly compose himself and curse under his breath.

Buggy dramatically sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Rubber boy is fine, he's entertaining my guests. Other two are with Cabaji."

My eyes looked back at the entrance and worried about the people being held hostage, I even spotted a poor dog with an older man, probably the owner saving the last thing he has, "What about the people?"

"What people?"

"The towns people, you idiot. You have to let them go." I said hoping he'd listen.

Buggy jumped up and began to laugh. "Sure! I'll do it right now, wanna help me?"

I frowned looking at him and was thinking if there's some way I can somehow release some of them. I really need Luffy's help…I decided to be straight and harsh with him.

"No matter how many people you hold captive. You'll never make people love you."

I felt a bit intimidated by his stare when Buggy took steps closer to me and cornered me against the vanity mirror. I looked to the side and felt his stare on me.

"Don't think you'll get a pass out of this, sweetheart. You're doing this so I can let your little friends go." Buggy lowly spoke as he took his ungloved hands and wrapped one around my neck.

"You seriously think that I would take advantage of you?" I question looking back up at him and saw a cold stare on his face.

"I think you're the one wanting to take advantage of me. You want to know where the map is. Well, I won't tell you, because I don't know. Thanks to your bombs I collapsed before I got the chance to see where or who got it."

"And why should I trust you? We don't know each other well." He sang being sarcastic as ever.

"You like playing games don't you? Maybe I can show you that I am telling the truth." I said and smiled.

Buggy frowned and gave me a harsh stare. I reached my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.

"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"

Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.

"Shanks being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.

He placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I closed my eyes when Buggy leaned down to kiss me again. I felt him move my hair aside and leaving quick kisses down my neck and collarbone.

I gripped onto his shirt tight and began to kiss his lips again, ignoring how I would end up stained in his makeup. Quickly it began to deepen with me slipping out a moan when I felt his hands on my stomach and felt his pants getting tighter.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt him begin to get rid of my upper half clothes and began to palm my chest. Buggy's kisses began to lower until he reached down my breasts while his other hand played with my other one. While he was busy I started to reach my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.

"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"

Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.

"Shanks was being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.

He smiled as he placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I shivered when I felt his hands beginning to move lower into my pants, until his fingers started to tease my nub.

My breathing hitched and a moaned almost escaped from my mouth, quickly I covered my mouth which made it seem like it was irritating Buggy. With my mouth still covered I saw him beginning to lower himself down on his knees. Quickly he got rid of my pants quick and slowly pulled down my underwear.

I've never been this exposed to someone. I began to cover myself but Buggy held my hands back and he began to leave a few bits down along my thighs until I saw him begin to part my legs. I leaned my back against the vanity mirror making all the things that were on it fall to the ground.

"You are so beautiful, (Y/N)." I heard Buggy say when he saw me naked before him.

Buggy began to lick his smudged lips and I gasped when he grabbed my thigh and placed it on his shoulder. I threw my head back when I saw stick his tongue out and gave a slow and long lick to my entrance, he followed it with another lick until Buggy was swirling his tongue. I loud moan escaped from mouth when I couldn't hold it it anymore.

His nose would occasionally brush against my clit, causing my body to twitch and strain against him. Buggy's other hand continued to thrust his fingers inside me while he pressed his thumb against my nub. "Buggy..” I moaned lowly. My hand continuing to grab his hair tugging at it slightly, causing him to growl right into my cunt again. "I'm gonna-" I squeezed my eyes shut when he thrusted his fingers faster for me to come.

I began to buck my hips forward and continued to tug onto his blue hair which has been tied up. I squeezed my eyes tights and cried out in pleasure when I felt something build inside of me, and when I finally came, I felt my legs about to give out.

Buggy quickly wiped his messy face and quickly stood up and held me close to him. Holding me so I wouldn't fall.

"Not so fast, sweetheart. It's my turn." I was still coming back to reality when Buggy pushed me down on my knees and I was met with his long and big- "There's no way its gonna fit." I thought looking at him.

"Why don't you use your pretty mouth, (Y/N)?" Buggy hummed slipping his thumb into my mouth before pulling it away. I looked down at him and my entire face got red seeing him completely undressed now. What would people say if they saw me about to fuck a clown.

Suddenly I began to feel nervous as I watched him begin to stroke himself a bit until he began to guide his member closer to my mouth, his other hand running through my hair lovingly.

I did what I suppose I am to do, I opened my mouth sticking my tongue out. Buggy wasted no time and he began to gently fuck my mouth. I hummed when I tasted him and heard him groan above me as I took in more of him and took him out with a pop.

I reached my hands out to pump the rest that couldn't fit in when I took him back again and began to gag when he began to fuck my mouth faster. Buggy gripped my head tight and suddenly pulled be back leaving a string of saliva connected to him. I shrieked when he suddenly began to carry me onto the bed.behind him.

Buggy quickly getting rid of his remaining clothes and grabbed my ankles to part my legs when he got on top of me, his hands gripped my hips as he guided his dick between my folds. I shivered when I felt him toying with me and kept on teasing me before he grabbed himself again and began to slide in.

Both of us moaned when he slid deep inside of me. Buggy cursed a few words and he stayed still for a minute, before he began to thrust into me at a rough pace. He slid deep in me with ease as my juices coated his cock. I moaned out and looked to the side feeling shy again, my breasts bouncing with every hard thrust he did as I felt his fingers rubbing my clit harshly.

Again I felt that familiar sensation returning I clenched around his cock as I interlaced my fingers with Buggy when I felt that snap again and my vision got blurry for a second. I began to feel overstimulation when his hands buried into my hair again until one of his hands reached down my neck. His pace became even rougher and faster, making me come closer to my climax again

"B-Buggy!"

I began to cry when he learned down to whisper dirty things into my ear, his playful self no longer present in the room. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he continued to fuck me. Buggy reached down to rub my clit harshly, making me come again and stain the sheets beneath us. And just when I thought we were done, Buggy flipped me so my stomach would be facing the bed and my back facing him.

Another moan escaped from me when I felt a harsh smack against my ass and felt his hands grab my ass and stretching me to take him in better. At this angle I could feel him closer.

I shut to eyes shut and continued to moan and cry every time he would thrust into me. I bit my lips tight as I felt his harsh thrust inside of me. I reached down myself and stated to circle my finger over my clit, the friction along with this man's rough thrusts making my mind go blank as I rested the side of my face onto the bed.

"Buggy..I-I'm.." I cried out when I felt Buggy holding onto my hips tighter pulling me back against him.

I heard Buggy softly laughing as he watched the faces and moans I made. One last moan and cry came out of me when I came hard. I still felt extremely sensitive when I felt Buggy holding onto me tight until we both gasped, I grasped onto the sheets when I felt forward a bit and felt him getting closer

Buggy gripped onto me tight and moaned close to my ear when he came inside of me. I fell forward and began to shake at what happened. Slowly, Buggy pulled himself out.

I got myself comfortable laying on my side and felt something still slowly dripping out of me. I was too tired to speak or to even look back at the blue haired clown.

Last thing I felt was Buggy rubbing my hips and planting a kiss a quick kiss on my head before I watched him leave the bed. Too tired to question anything, I decided to shut my eyes for a quick nap and felt something warm being placed on top of me.

"(Y/N)! You're safe..where the heck where you?!" Luffy questioned seeing my tired face. "Where you kept locked up? Buggy didn't hurt you did he?!" Luffy grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me.

"Luffy! Now's not the time!" I said not wanting anyone to touch me at how sore I felt. I looked at the young boy and smiled, "…I-I'm fine. None of you got hurt?" I asked genuinely concerned for them.

Though I have no idea what had happened since I had blacked out. I only remember falling asleep and well, waking up alone and pulling away from some curtains and making my way outside of the huge tent. That bastard clown. How dare he leave me.

Everyone of the towns people were set free and thanking Luffy for his help. Everyone genuinely seemed happy and very grateful. That way they know that not every pirates are bad.

"Nothing we couldn't handle." Zoro calmly replied walking past me.

"Kicking the clowns ass was fun. You should've seen it." Nami told me after.

They defeated him then? I sigh and smiled looking at Luffy and pulled his straw hat down and chuckled. There's no way he can't know what happened between that clown and I. That fucking clown will pay if I were to see him again.

I looked over at my friend and smiled at him. "You did great Luffy."

I followed Luffy to the ship and saw him waving at everyone where the ship began to sail. We all got busy and I sat down rethinking what the hell I did back there.

Luffy came over and smiled sitting next to me. "Are you sure you're fine? I swear I heard you crying."

My blood ran cold and I grew pale. I noticed Luffy's worried look and he quickly placed his hand over my forehead.

"Are you sick? Don't tell me you're getting sea sick all of the sudden."

"…Nope. I'm sorry I shouldn't worry you. Nothing happened." I lie straight at his innocent face.

The boy smiled and nodded his head. "If you say so! Let me know if you feel any better."

I nodded my head and saw Luffy run over to the front of the boat. I turned around and spotted Nami and Zoro shaking their heads at me.

[monimccoythings]

Alastor x daughter!Reader II (Platonic)

Heaven in this series seems to be very unfair and strict, so I guess this wouldn't be too out of character of them. I still don't know how long this is going to be, maybe I'll do a couple more and then that'll be it.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason; Trigger warnings: gory elements, mentions of blood, threats towards a child, mentions of rape, death.

This is not proof read, so please excuse any grammar and/or vocabulary mistakes.

tags: @anonymousewrites

Part I ｜Part II (You're here!)｜Part III

It was hot. That was the first feeling you got. Like those summers in the bayou, but a hundred times worse. You wondered if you were running a fever. If everything was just a wild fever dream, and you were currently on a hospital bed fighting off the Spanish flu while your dad worriedly sat by your side.

But as you opened your eyes. You found that there was no fever dream. Only nightmares.

You had been sent to hell for keeping quiet. Heaven considered that the officers death could have been prevented if you had just talked to someone about what you saw. But you chose not to, and also chose to pretend it didn't happen just to try and keep some semblance of normalcy. Your silence had only made you an unwilling accomplice in two murders.

You were not made for hell, never were. And suddenly finding yourself in a place were anyone could easily kill, rape or torture you didn't do wonders for your psyche.

You spent the next ninety years hiding in the corners, eating what little crumbs you could feed yourself, barely sleeping just in case some of your 'friendly neighbors' decided to take you by surprise and avoiding all kind of human (or demonic) contact.

You would be lying to yourself if you said those were the only reasons for such a paranoid way of living. The other, and principal reason why you kept moving and hid yourself was the very same reason why you ended up here.

Him.

Not even a week had passed before he had suddenly spawned there as well. Host of his very own diabolical radio show, he had quickly seized control of the former overlords and killed them one by one, broadcasting their cries of fear and pain to all the city. Positioning himself as a prominent member of the new batch of overlords.

He was a monster. 'Alastor The Radio Demon' he was called in fearful whispers. And he kept getting worse and worse. You couldn't help but wonder if the man who had raised you had really been there at all or it had been just another facade, for his own entertainment and amusement.

Everywhere you go you would faintly hear the static of his radio program, it almost seemed that he was following you. There was no escaping his influence. Had he found you? Did he know you were there as well? Did he even care at all?

Sometimes you resented him for breaking your happy mortal life, sometimes you wished you could show yourself to him and maybe everything would be magically reverted to the way it was back then. Sometimes you cried yourself to sleep, fearing that the first thing he would do if he found you would be slaughter you and broadcast your screams.

Fear always got the best of you, so you kept running, hiding, avoiding the exterminations as best as you could and doing some things for the sake of survival that would haunt you forever.

You will live to see another day. You had to. You may not be able to kill anyone, but you will survive.

Until one day you got caught.

You should have listened to your instincts that were screaming at you that that dump was not safe to rest. But you were too tired to care.

As soon as you close your eyes for a quick nap, a huge hand grabbed you by the hair and forcefully pulled you out. You screamed and struggled, throwing wild kicks. But a strong set of arms held you and made it impossible to move.

"Looks like we got ourselves a fighter guys!" an enormous hyena demon cackled manically.

"Boss surley will give us a fucking raise for this one. Can't wait to see how he beats the fuck out of your spunkiness."

You were terrified. What? What were they going to do to you?? You were just a kid!! How was this allowed?? You had to escape, you had to run and hide before it was too late and you found yourself enslaved to some of the most depraved souls.

You screamed, cried and begged them to let you go. But they didn't listen, they shoved you into the back of some van with other terrified demons and drove off to the worst parts of an already hellish city.

They threw you roughly on a cold hard floor, you swore that after so many years in a living hell you would have run out of tears to cry. Well, there you were bawling your eyes out.

"P-please"

The mob boss just laughed, a disgusting pig like demon. "Look at her, ain't even started and she's already crying. Oh, little one, you're going to make some owner the fucking happiest guy ever. And I know the right guy."

So that was it. It was over for you. After everything you had gone through, it seemed like your fate was to be forever enslaved, tortured and finally killed at the hands of a demon. Nobody would come to rescue you. You doubted there was even someone out there who would really miss you.

Maybe you deserved it.

Maybe it was time to really pay for your cowardice.

The tears didn't stop flowing, but you had already resigned to your fate.

The demons were coming closer, some of them with chains, another with a collar, and one with a branding rod.

You could almost feel the burning of metal in your skin. The painful beginning of a new chapter in your afterlife.

And even then, despite everything you had gone through and your fears, whatever remained of that innocent little girl you once were, was quietly praying Daddy would barge in and save you from the bad guys.

The lights suddenly went out, which only terrified you even more. Knowing what they were going to do was bad enough, but not being able to see it? They may as well shoot you dead.

For a couple of seconds everything was in complete silence. "The fuck are you waiting for? Turn the fucking-" The boss was interrupted by a loud radio frequency screech. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you felt the cold hands of terror grab a hold of you .

No.

Nononononono.

You weren't- You didn't- You prayed he wasn't actually going to show up. Despite being trapped between a rock and a hard place, you cursed yourself for your childish wishes.

The static kept getting louder, to the point you had to cover your ears to avoid having your eardrums split. In the corner, right on the left where your assaulters stood, some of them doubled over in pain with blood coming out of their ears, a mass of shadows started moving on their own.

A sob got caught in your throat when you realized where this was going to go. Now it was really over.

The shadows kept getting bigger and bigger, shaping themselves until all that remained was a giant and grinning entity of darkness.

You were completely frozen in your spot, not daring to make a sudden move, just in case you attracted that monster's attention. His Glasgow smile kept getting wider, some drool falling from his lips. He was like a hungry predator watching a tasty piece of meat.

You thought that the worst part would be when more tentacles shot from his back, launching themselves against the assaulters and tearing them apart easily while some chunks of blooded meat fell on his open mouth and others got stuck on his massive antlers. The sound of radio static mixed with his hysterical laughter generated a deep feeling of anxoiusness and fear inside you.

As you dared to look into his pupils, now red radio dials, hoping to find something that would anchor you to whatever remained of your sanity, you knew that had you been alive, you would have died again from fright.

Because there was nothing that could remind you of your father in those eyes.

And with that last thought, you happily welcomed unconsciousness.

[lucrezianoin]

Wyll and Astarion banter (2/2)

Collection of banter between Wyll and Astarion (you can find part 1 here). In case I will add more in the future I will use the tag "wyllstarion banter".

This one has a lot of dialogues I literally never heard of, so I wonder if some of them are not in game anymore (tho they are act 3 specific).

Astarion: I hardly saw you at the party. Did the honest and true Blade sneak off for a little fun? Wyll: No! Nothing like that at all. Astarion: Oh, but you protest too much. Now I know you were practicing your swordplay.

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Wyll: Ah - the memories. The Blushing Mermaid's where fifteen-year-old Wyll snuck his first kiss. Astarion: You didn't kiss anyone until you were fifteen? Gods, what a tragic, sheltered life... Wyll: Sheltered? Not at all. I was exposed to all manner of riot and revelry. Hells, my father even urged me on once or twice. But I've always been a bit old-fashioned on these matters. I find more pleasure in a courtly dance than a loveless fling.

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Astarion: I lived two centuries in this city, but it can still surprise me. Wyll: Baldur's Gate harbours many a secret. Even the longest-lived explorers have yet to uncover them all. Speaking of - what were you getting up to all those years? Astarion: Let's not get into details. If Baldur's Gate can have its secrets, so can I.

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Wyll: Astarion, I was wrong about you. Truly wrong about you. Astarion: Let me guess - you thought I'd suck blood, but actually I just suck? Was that your witty jab? (devnote: a little tired of Wyll's bullshit) Wyll: No, I mean it. There's little between us we share. But you've fallen in love and stood by your lover. That is something this dreamer's heart can appreciate.

(this is a spawn astarion romanced dialogue)

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(more under cut)

Astarion: Well, it's no Baldur's Gate, but at least it's some kind of civilisation. Wyll: I do miss the Gate, though. The Elfsong Tavern! Sunset over Grey Harbour! Fried fish at the docks! Astarion: Drunk young patriars, naked in the fountains! Ah, civilisation... (note: whistfully)

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Wyll: Finally, we're approaching Moonrise Towers. Astarion: Nothing escapes the Blade of Frontiers' keen senses, I see. Wyll: Mock me all you want, Astarion. We could use a little comic relief. Astarion: Yes, that's why I'm mocking you - to keep our spirits up. No other reason...

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Astarion: You know, I've never seen this place in the daylight before. Wyll: I always loved this park. Spent a lot of time here as a boy battling imaginary monsters. Astarion: Oh, I was going to say it looks wretched. The dark hid all the kitschy details.

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Wyll: Astarion, I just want to say - I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry. Astarion: Really? And how - specifically - have you misjudged my fine character? Wyll: You aren't actually insufferably randy. You're just insufferable.

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Astarion: Marriage, Wyll? I thought you'd have learned not to get trapped by devious contracts. Wyll: I was planning to invite you to the ceremony, but I'm having second thoughts. Astarion: I'd love to come! As long as I can sit with someone fun. Mizora, perhaps?

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Wyll: I'd watch yourself, my friend. I don't know if our pale rogue has anything good in his heart, or even a scrap of it left for you. Astarion: Excuse me? That's just mean - we're all adults here. Wyll: Your heart's cold as ice, Astarion. I'm just making sure no one slips and gets hurt.

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Wyll: As much love as I hold for Baldur's Gate, these frontiers delight me as much as any bustling street. Astarion: You can't be serious? This is a howling wasteland! I haven't even had a bath since the abduction. I must reek of ilithid slime. Wyll: Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

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Shadowheart: So. A vampire spawn and a monster hunter in the same group. We're not going to have trouble, are we? Astarion: Excuse me? Since this tadpole, I'm barely a monster at all. I just want to survive, same as you. Wyll: I don't see a problem, as long as mister fang there keeps his appetite in check.

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Astarion: A question for our master monster hunter: how would you approach killing a vampire? Wyll (he knows Astarion is a vampire): A full-on vamp, you mean? Lure it into the sun, drive a stake through its heart. And that's not the end of it. The suckers are wily. No offence. Astarion: None taken. Wiliness keeps me alive. More or less.

Wyll (he doesn't know Astarion is a vampire): To start? Lure it into the sun, drive a stake through its heart. Why? Astarion: Just curious.

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(this is about the Moonrise Oubliette)

Astarion: Admittedly, I don't care for most people, but this is a terrible waste. (note: referring to all the wasted blood) Wyll: Because their lives were cut brutally short, you mean. Astarion: I - ... yes, that. That's clearly what I was referring to. (note: pretending he wasn't referring to all the wasted blood)

[radioisntdead]

Partner in crime

Alastor x gn! reader

Warnings: OOC, death, inaccurate portrayal of getting shot

Song used

You and Alastor had known each other for years, you were close childhood friends at least you thought you were,

You remember your mothers calling the two of you a couple of peas in a pod, or partners in crime,

It was funny, who would've thought the two of you would actually become partners in crime.

Maybe if you didn't have an unhealthy codependency on Alastor you wouldn't had ended up like you did.

When you're gone I feel alone again

You scrubbed away at the floor, cleaning away any remnant of the blood that was spilled that evening, Alastor had gone to bury the remains of the poor man he had slaughtered.

The voices cannot hold my hand

You would lure them in, you were good at lulling others into a false sense of security,

They keep me company at very best

and he'd kill them when they least expected it, sometimes you felt guilty but Alastor would be quick to convince you that your guilt was unnecessary, that the people whose lives the two of you stole away deserved it.

Distract me from my loneliness

They did deserve it right?

Maybe I'm just an anomaly

You continued scrubbing the floor clean, but no matter how hard you scrubbed you could never wash away the fact that someone had died there

Even my demons have their families

You wondered how their families reacted to their loved ones death, were they mournful, were they joyful? Did they not care? Did they even notice?

Truly something must be wrong with me

Would anyone notice if you died? Besides Alastor you didn't have many friends, sure you were kinda friends with Mimzy but that was only because of Alastor, and your family, well, let's not talk about that.

You really didn't have anyone but Alastor, and you were alright with that, if you had Alastor the rest of the world could burn for all you cared.

To need you as much as I do

You heard the door open, you hurriedly dropped the towel into the bucket of now cold water, grabbing another rag you wiped away the remaining liquid.

I was never meant to win

You smiled up at Alastor from the ground.

I was never meant to win

"Welcome back Alastor!"

I was never meant to win

Codependency is truly more harmful then people give it credit for.

You'd sacrifice anything, anyone just to remain by Alastor's side, just to see him smile which he did often.

Here's the reigns

You had done this who knows how many times,

Take ahold of me

Lure them in, hand over to Alastor and then clean up the aftermath while he hid the corpse.

Please don't let me go

You didn't change the routine by much, there wasn't much of a mess this time so Alastor asked that you tag along with him this time.

You do the talking

You held the lantern lighting his area as he dug a deep grave, wouldn't want the body resurfacing anytime soon right?

Sew up my mouth if I can't keep it closed

You whispered something to him before he climbed out of the hallow grave getting ready to put the poor soul he had mercilessly killed in it.

There's a dog barking right around the block

He had just gotten done burying the corpse, you were sat comfortably on the ground with the lantern in your lap, he reached out his hand to help you up.

You both froze when you heard the unmistakeable sound of dogs barking.

And a big ol' whistle blow

Alastor looked at you and you looked back at him, you quickly took his hand to pull yourself up, lantern in your free hand.

Run for it

The two of you ran, you could faintly hear the leaves crunching underneath your feet, the cold night wind stinging your face.

I'll keep em occupied for you

The barking got louder, and you tripped over a tree root, lantern falling onto the grass the candle inside falling just at the right angle to extinguish leaving you in the darkness, the only light coming from the moon and stars above.

Alastor kept running, did he know you fell? He wouldn't abandon you right?

Cause I love you, I love you so

You got up, not bothering to dust yourself off you continued running, you couldn't see Alastor.

Left me hangin at the station

You heard shouting.

Where was Alastor? Did he notice you were missing yet?

But you'll be back for me soon

You saw a glimpse of light.

I'm 'bout to die

You didn't even have time to make a noise as a gunshot was fired into your chest, you fell to the ground.

Where was Alastor? Did he get away? Or was he shot down like you were?

Yet the only thing I find i'm worried about is you

You shakily put a hand to the place where the bullet had just entered you, honestly it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would.

Something tells me you aren't coming

Your vision began to become blurry, was it the blood loss? You didn't think you'd die that quickly,

Would you get to see Alastor one last time?

Guess that I'm truly doomed

Alastor didn't notice you were gone did he? Or maybe he did? Did you really think a future cannibal, present serial killer like Alastor would come back for you? You were a liability.

I'm 'bout to die

It was funny, you knew what kind of person he was and you still held out hope that he wouldn't abandon you.

Yet the only thing I find I'm worried about is you

You still held out hope even as your blood covered the forest ground.

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you gazed up at the night sky,

You wondered if Alastor was looking up at the sky too, maybe he had gotten home already?

I'm 'bout to die

It was a good night to die, the last sight you'd see would be the star filled night sky.

Yet the thing on my mind seems to nearly be nothing but you

Alastor let out a string of French words as he turned around to go fetch you, hoping that you weren't too far behind.

I overhear your brain when it's close to mine

Branches and leaves crunched under his shoes as he sped through the woods.

Oh, I know that we're not the same

Your hope that he'd come back for you was slowly dwindling, the voices from before had disappeared, maybe they had fled, maybe they didn't know what they did, or maybe they just didn't care.

My heart's on the line

Alastor stopped by a tree for a moment to catch his breath, the only source of light was the moon and stars above.

I'm just a pawn in your game

To Alastor you were a expendable friend.

Not your partner in crime

In all reality though, To Alastor you were everything, he'd go through hell and back if you asked, he'd take down the most ruthless of people if it'd make you smile.

And you're slowly killing me

You felt tired, you wanted to close your eyes but you fought to keep them open.

You didn't want to die.

Taking your time

Alastor continued running, soon enough he stumbled upon you.

You're slowly killing me, taking your time

With red soaked clothing you laid limp on the ground.

You're slowly killing me

"[Name]? Mon étoile?"

Taking your- I was never meant to win

You smiled as you heard Alastor's voice.

You're slowly killing me

You didn't know if you were imagining it or if he really came back for you,

Maybe it was a last act of comfort given to you before you died.

Taking your- I was never meant to win

Alastor leaned down beside you, he gently put a hand on your cheek.

You're slowly killing me

You smiled at him, just barely being able to mutter an "Alastor."

And yet I don't mind You were never meant to win

You couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

You're slowly killing me,

The last thing you saw was Alastor, and the last thing you heard was another gunshot.

But please take your time

At least the two of you would be reunited soon enough.

Good evening folks! Originally I was supposed to post the murder Valentino with JoJo Siwa playing in the background fic today but I hit a slump with the ending and plus I think may have eaten something unfortunate because I feel sick so uh, BACK TO BACK ANGST Y'ALL, ALASTOR TODAY, TV MAN TOMORROW!

[chiharuhashibira]

Hiiiiii so I was wondering if you can do a sanemi x fem abused reader plss?? And like the reader drops a plate and is having a panic attack and sanemi comforts us ???pls and thanks (if not sanemi kiojuro or obanai??)

Of course! We certainly can~ Your wish is my command UwU

I've been wanting to write about Shinazugawa-san! And no worries about the Kyojuro and Obanai imagine~ I'll definitely make one and tag you hihi ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

Content Warnings: Curse words, Wound and Blood, Abuse Flashbacks, Panic Attacks

Notes: Y/N = Your Name | E/C = Eye Color | H/C = Hair Color

As if by muscle memory, you flinched and covered your face as the plate crumbled into pieces on the floor. The streaking pain and screaming echoed inside your head, confusing you about what's real and what's not.

As you looked down, you saw tiny red droplets on the wooden floor. With a lump now forming on your throat, you crouched down, and tears started to escape your E/C eyes. The tremors came back as if you were back at the old estate where you had been living a year ago.

Your mind was filled with endless memories of how your own mother and your new stepfather had physically and verbally abused you.

"You're a fucking twat. You should've died with your father."

"Why don't we just sell you, Y/N? Perhaps we can get money from you getting laid! You're just a piece of shit to us anyways..."

A small sob escaped your lips as you looked around, your sight blurred with tears. Then suddenly, a warm, calloused hand gently caressed your back.

"Hey Y/N, calm down, please. You're safe with me."

All your demons calmed down inside of you as your E/C orbs met with his pale purple ones.

Oh yes, you have been living with the Wind Hashira for a year since you watched as your evil parents turned into a real-life demon in front of your eyes. He was your saviour; he still is, and that's the reason why your heart started beating fast for him.

You remembered the first night after the traumatic incident when Sanemi insisted you come with him to Kocho-dono's place. Who would've thought that this harsh-tongued man, full of scars from his old and present battles, would take you under his wing and show you a part of him that he has never shown to anyone after his nightmares came true?

Sanemi gently picked you up as your shivers continued to take over your body. Normally, you would protest this gesture, scared that he might tease you for being so frail, but that never came from him. He never mocked you.

"Y/N, breathe. Please breathe for me."

You followed him as he slowly put you on the zabuton, making sure that he was beside you to support you in case you fell down again. You watched him as your sight got clearer once again; he was opening a little box that he always hid under the table. His little first aid kit.

Sanemi is aware of your panic attacks; he even prepared things to help you when your past gets ahold of you once again, like this first aid kit that he kept in case you wound yourself up.

"Sanemi, I'm so sorry. I dropped a plate again."

He grunted, taking your hand and cleaning the wound from it that you got from accidentally squeezing the shard on your hand a while ago. No words came out of him for a few seconds. His eyes and hands are just focused on wrapping the wound on your hand with bandages.

Then after that, he looked up at you with no smile, but his eyes said it all. He was trying his best to comfort you. "Y/N, it's just a plate. I won't be mad even if you accidentally break every single one of them." He suddenly pulled you into his arms, embracing you with a warmth that no one would ever expect.

Flashbacks brought back your first kiss with Sanemi and how he tried to make you stop crying from being too scared that he wouldn't come back from his missions. You saw how he beheaded your demon mother and stepfather after they scratched his arms back then. You never want to see him hurt again, but he's a demon slayer. A Hashira, to begin with. His life won't really be about comfort and pleasures; he's here to slay demons, and he sacrificed his safety for that devotion.

You always wondered why he had agreed to take you under his wing after Kocho said that you were too scared, even to the three young girls in the Butterfly Mansion, but not to Sanemi. Despite his complaints, he still took you in and made sure that you were in safe hands.

Until one day, you just fell for him. His mean attitude, scarred exterior, and cold facade—those never stopped you from loving him more. And he fell for you too. He would never say things like, I love you, but you always felt special. Especially when he kissed you that night when you tried to stop him from leaving for his mission.

"Don't leave me Shinazugawa-san... Please... I—I... care for you so much."

Sanemi leaned in for a warm, passionate kiss, and you'll swear that his eyes glistened seconds before his intimate action.

"I'll come back for you. I won't die that easy. You know how badass I am, right?"

And that's it. That's how you and Sanemi's relationship changed in an instant.

"Hey, you're drowning in your thoughts again."

Sanemi pulled you out of the embrace, held you by your shoulders, and stared at you with concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sane—"

"Another sorry from your lips, and I won't kiss you again."

Your heart started beating fast after what he said. You shut your mouth and bit your lip, making a small smile appear on Sanemi's face.

"Good girl. E/C, those fucking demons cannot return to harm you. I won't let them. I'll slash their heads even before they take a step near you. I promise I'll protect you. I won't lose you too."

You gave him a small smile and nodded. Sanemi suddenly pulled you into his arms again and kissed through your H/C hair. "I won't lose you, Y/N. I won't let that happen." He caressed your back, hushing you from the remnants of your past.

The fear in you subsided. Sanemi's right. No one can hurt you again. Sanemi's the only person who can kill the demons inside your head. He's the only person who's always there to get you back on your feet if you fall. His loving comfort and company are all you need to heal from your nightmares. And perhaps you're also what he needs to make peace with his.

Your shaking subsided as your breathing stabilised. You raised your head and caught a glimpse of Sanemi's sweet smile. This part of him is for your eyes only, and you're happy with that.

"Your wound still hurts, doll?" You shook your head. Sanemi suddenly pulled you onto his lap and held your waist. "That's good to know. If you ever feel that again, always remember that I'm here, okay? I'll kill all those demons for you if that's what it takes."

You hummed, putting your hands over his shoulders. "Thank you, Sanemi. Thank you for being here."

"Of course. I love you."

That's the first time that you've heard those three words come from his mouth. His raspy voice and his loving smile made you blush. You'll say the world has stopped, but it already has since Sanemi started loving you back.

"I love you too. I'll do my best to take care of you too."

Sanemi bit his lip and pulled you closer. "Now kiss me." He said, and you happily obliged, pressing your lips gently onto his as he embraced you tighter.

"Y/N, you're mine."

"Always yours, Sanemi..."

You replied through the sloppy kisses, and you'll never know; perhaps it'll be more in a few blinks of an eye.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

I hope you enjoyed this short fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you so much for your request! And yes! I'll be writing a Kyojuro and Obanai fic for yah~ Totally appreciated this! ^^

Keep the requests going! Aside from X Reader, I also write Yaoi soooo~ BUT LET'S JUST FOCUS ON KNY BL IN CASE, FIRST!! XD

Feel free to comment and reblog this story~ Arigatou Gozaimasu!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[samiiy20]

I hope you write more parts for your art teacher hyunjin fic! I loved it! 🫶🏻

NA: This took me longer than I expected but here it is, I hope you enjoy it <3

♡ 𝑯𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 ♡

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Hyunjin x fem!reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒: Smut, a little bit of fluff 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.8k 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: Age difference (keep in mind that they are both of legal age, but still with a notable difference), drunk sex, oral (f) (m), unprotected sex, take photos while having sex, silly fight. If I forget something please tell me.

NA: This is part two, but you can read it separately. Here is the link to pt.1

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It is forbidden to copy or translate my work.

English NO is my first language.

The sound of the alarm made you open your eyes, you shifted in bed until you found a warm body. You approached where Hyunjin was and hugged him, he woke up a little only to take you in his arms while you hid your head in his neck.

"We have to go."

"I don't want to," you complained, trying to get closer to him, "I want to stay here."

Hyunjin separated a little just to turn off the sound that was beginning to bother him and return to you, he put a few strands of your hair in place and looked into your eyes, he sighed, feeling a pressure in his chest and kissed your forehead. He loved you and it hurt him how much he did because he couldn't shout it out.

"Stay if you want" he was about to get up but your hands hooked around his waist "I have to go to work."

"A little while" you sat up a little and gave him a kiss on the shoulders "please…"

"I can't" with a lot of effort he managed to get up and get away from your charms, he went to the bathroom without looking at you because he knew that if he did he would run into your arms and that had already cost him several days of delays.

You sighed looking at the time, you could get up and go with him, but you were very tired from the night before. Hyunjin's kisses on your neck, his hands on your breasts, his sweet words in his ear. You wrapped yourself in the sheets breathing in his scent and decided to be happy sleeping a little more, classes could wait.

When Hyunjin saw you asleep, he smiled and approached to kiss you goodbye while he wondered if it would be a good idea to miss work just to be with you, but if he did they would start to get suspicious so he saw you one last time before leaving.

***

When you finally arrived at the university, your third class had already started, but you arrived in time to understand the topic. The day was calm and when lunch time arrived you thought about going to look for Hyunjin so you ran to where you knew he was.

You knocked on the door and opened it, you smiled as you saw the living room alone while he sat going through some papers on the desk. His eyes went to you and he couldn't help but smile when he saw you.

"What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" he nodded and closed the door. Being here made you remember things and you blushed just thinking about it "are you busy?"

"I always have time for you" he turned his chair and without being asked you sat on his lap. You grabbed his face and kissed him while you tangled your fingers in his hair "I know, I should cut it off."

"But I like it that way…" They laughed for a moment before looking at the door for some noise. They knew they didn't have much time but they both liked to feel the fear and adrenaline that someone could come in and see them, but they had to be careful. Anyone would be shocked to see a teacher with a student.

Hyunjin didn't wait any longer and he launched himself against your lips, taking your waist. You sighed in surprise but didn't take long to follow the rhythm of his tongue with yours. His hands went down a little, taking your ass, pressing it against his crotch, which was beginning to get hard. His kisses went down your jaw and your neck, one of his hands moved your blouse a little to leave your shoulder free and kiss the marks he had left the night before.

You bit your lips as you felt the pain of his kisses on your bruises, but your hands kept him there to feel him. You could feel your wetness beginning to soak your panties when his free hand slipped under your blouse and caressed your breasts, but before they could continue a noise at the door alerted him, causing them to separate and move as far away from each other as possible. other.

The door opened and they both pretended to be having a normal chat. On the other side was another teacher, he was a friend of Hyunjin's but he didn't think he would come at a time like this.

"Are you busy?" Felix asked, seeing you.

"Ahh…no" Hyunjin looked at you trying to say he was sorry "you can go."

Without saying anything you took your things and left the room, breathing hard because of everything. You had nothing left but to go back to class and wait for the exit to be able to see him again, so you would have to fight with your emotions for a while longer.

***

"Who was? Your student?" Felix asked, narrowing his eyes. Hyunjin nodded, running his fingers through his messy hair and adjusting his glasses, "I've never seen her."

"He only came to claim his grades, you know how they are…" Hyunjin implored his friend to believe him as he pretended to go back to reviewing his papers. Although Felix didn't believe anything his friend told him, he would never think that Hyunjin was so bad to mess with a student, "but what are you doing here?"

"Let's go out tonight, I want to go eat" Hyunjin was planning an excuse but he had already rejected him four times and after what had just happened the last thing he wanted was to give him more reasons to doubt "what do you say?"

"Sure, see you at night."

***

"I'm so sorry…" Hyunjin asked for the tenth time that night, you had gotten angry because he forgot that you were going to your parents today "I'm really sorry, but I couldn't say no."

You crossed your arms, turning around to leave the room, it was an important day for you, you were supposed to start doing things right and going to your parents was the first step. You locked yourself in another room while you heard him knock on the door.

"Honey, please…"

"It doesn't matter, I already told them we won't go, go with your friend."

"Oh really?" Despite your anger you couldn't blame him, he had a lot on his mind, his work, his friends and now his complicated relationship. It still bothered you that I forgot.

"Just go away."

"I promise I'll make it up to you."

You groaned at his indifference and listened as he took his things and left the house. You clenched your fists as you tried to cry out, you hadn't really wanted to go with your parents, you would be very nervous just thinking about how they would react when you told them that he was older than you, you would omit details of course, but the mere idea of thinking about it made you sick.

You came out of your hiding place calmer and took refuge in the shower trying to settle your ideas until Hyunjin returned to talk more calmly, at first you waited for him in the living room, you prepared food and alcohol to pass the time, a movie would be enough, but at the end Seeing that it wasn't coming, you put another one in and poured yourself another glass of alcohol, it ran out and you went for another one and another until the liquid was gone.

When Hyunjin returned you could barely keep your eyes open, but the sound of his footsteps made you raise your head to see him stagger to where you were.

"I'm here…" he fell on the couch next to you, he saw the bottle and smiled, turning to see your face flushed from the drink.

"Are you drunk?" You nodded, containing your impulses to throw yourself into his arms. "Me too."

-I know…"

"Do you want us to talk?" You denied, trying to get up. "Do you want to sleep?" He asked, helping you guide you to the room. You denied again when he turned on the light and before he could ask something again, you hung onto his neck. They both staggered, making their heads spin.

"Fuck me."

Hyunjin looked into your eyes and noticed how you moved closer to his lips. He let you take it and begin a slow kiss, tasting the alcohol on your lips as he stirred with the taste of his. He wanted to pick you up and stick his cock in there, but you were both dizzy and if he tried you'd probably end up on the floor.

He started walking towards the bed until your feet collided with it making you sit on the edge. He delighted in seeing your face from above and felt how his pants began to tighten. You noticed the bulge in them and without thinking too much you unzipped them freeing his cock. You licked your lips as you saw a drop spill from the tip to the base, you looked into his eyes smiling before giving him a kiss to start torturing him.

Hyunjin let out a moan as he felt your wet tongue play with his tip, he let you do what you wanted, he felt guilty for what he had done and said he would make it up to you, but the alcohol in his veins made everything more intense. He moaned as he felt the back of your throat, he looked at you for a second and noticed how you moved slowly, he needed to keep his hands busy if he didn't want to fuck your face.

"Honey… stop joking."

You took his cock out of your mouth starting to pump him with your hand while you watched him from below smiling. You knew what to do to make him desperate and you knew it wouldn't last long. You left kisses on the tip of it as you squeezed and released it, keeping a smile on your lips as you watched as he began to clench his fists before holding your head.

Hyunjin was starting to get dizzy from the pleasure and he felt like the knot in his stomach wouldn't hold out much longer. He closed his eyes to try not to watch how your mouth devoured his cock but he also wanted to portray it…

Before you could continue, your boyfriend separated from you and you thought you had finally made it, but when you saw him go to one of the drawers and look for something you felt confused. When he turned around he saw that he was carrying a camera.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to remember this moment…" he stood in front of you like before and you finally understood, the idea of him taking photos while you had sex made you even more horny but at the same time embarrassed you, but the alcohol in your blood made you stop to think and continue with what you were doing.

You put his member in your mouth and began to move without stopping, Hyunjin's moans echoed in your ears accompanied by the camera button. You closed your eyes concentrating on giving him pleasure while you moved your hips to try to relieve the tension between your legs.

"Look at me honey."

Your eyes obeyed, looking at how the camera was pointing in your direction and you smiled without removing his cock from your mouth, you felt it throb, you knew he was close and without taking your eyes off the camera lens you sucked his cock, feeling his semen fill your throat.

You moaned as you tasted it, your hands had hooked onto hIS thighs and were now painted by the marks of your nails. You pulled away, taking a deep breath and licking the traces of her scenicness from the corner of your mouth.

"You're beautiful" Hyunjin took your face and leaned in a little to try himself on your lips.

You grabbed his neck, dragging him with you until he was on top of you. He put the camera aside while his hands were in charge of undressing you, his lips ran down your neck passing over your breasts, his fingers slowly ran over your stomach making your skin crawl, but you needed him to touch you.

"Hyunjin…please"

"What do you want, honey?" He pulled away from you, unbuttoning his shirt, leaving his chest bare, knowing that you liked the way his muscles were defined. "Ask me."

"I want to feel your mouth," he smiled, handing you the camera as he tossed the shirt to the side. You weren't very good with photos, but you still saw it through the camera lens and when you saw it above you, you pressed the button recording this moment forever.

Hyunjin heard the sound of his camera and continued, first he ran his tongue over your nipples, rolling and biting them while the button of his camera resonated in his ears, he slowly went down your abdomen until he reached the hem of your shorts and took them off, looking at you. the wet spot on your panties. He pressed a kiss before removing them to taste you and then ripped them off from you, eager to sink into your scenery.

You moaned as you felt his hands caressing your thighs while he licked your center. You closed your eyes enjoying his tongue on your folds but you struggled to open them and capture this moment. His tongue attacked your clit while his fingers played with your entrance until he decided to sink them. You arched your back and with trembling hands pressed the button.

His tongue circling it made your head spin, but he knew that wouldn't be enough to make you lose control, he was playing with you and he knew it. You moved your hips towards his face as his fingers began to move in and out, curving them a little to touch your sensitive spot. Your body tensed, feeling the knot in your stomach try to unravel, eager for your release you grabbed his hair making him bury his mouth deeper into you, his eyes looked at you and you felt him smile. His fingers didn't stop moving as he felt your insides tighten around his fingers, his tongue didn't stop when he heard you moan louder and saw how you struggled to focus the camera. You took one last photo before sighing in relief and feeling your body relax, Hyunjin pulled back without taking his eyes off the mess you had made, he leaned in to kiss you.

"I need you so much," your voice shook when you spoke but it only made Hyunjin's cock hard again. He pressed his hips against yours to feel you and you moaned when he ran his cock through your soaked, sensitive pussy, "just do it."

He obeyed your requests, drawing a sigh from both of you, looking for the camera before standing up and taking a photo of your joined bodies. He took another one of your face and bit his lip as he saw your messy hair and flushed cheeks, he moved and pressed the button recording your expressions as he began a slow but sure pace.

You grabbed your breasts, massaging them and showing off your nipples. You were so focused on your pleasure that the sound of the camera mixed with your moans.

"Hyunjin…I'm close."

"I know" he was also on the edge but he wanted to take one last photo "turn around."

You positioned yourself as he asked, you listened to how he kept the last memory of the night. He groaned at the sight of your body bent over the mattress and threw the camera to slam his hand on your butt. He grabbed your hips and he started moving fast. The sensitivity of both made everything faster, more intense, more pleasurable. They had both already arrived once and they wouldn't last long, especially you. You felt your pussy contract around his cock and your hands gripped the sheets as you screamed his name over and over again.

Your legs were shaking and you broke free again, leaving him behind, but he didn't stop and your sensitive body didn't know how much it could take. You looked back, Hyunjin had his eyes fixed on your ass but they connected with yours for a moment and that was enough to make his entire body clench releasing inside of you. They both let out a last sigh and you let yourself fall onto the mattress, exhaustion taking over your body and you closed your eyes to catch your breath. You felt Hyunjin's body next to yours, he adjusted your hair in his place and kissed your forehead.

"I love you" he covered your face with kisses "we will make this work, I promise you."

You opened your eyes and kissed him one last time before resting.

"I love you."

[joelslegalwhre]

Look how cool this is

paring ⁀➷(adult) adam reed x (pregnant)fem!reader

word count ⁀➷ 1.2k

summary ⁀➷ You never had the chance to go to the cinema and see your favourite movie in 2022. But travelling back in time with Adam you get a second chance, and your baby bump turns out to be the perfect cup holder.

warnings ⁀➷ pregnancy, light swearing, mention of adoption as a joke, some logical things (might not be like in the movie), they’re going to watch Top Gun

a/n ⁀➷ YES THANK YOU ANON. I got the idea when i watched fantastic beasts 3 in cinema and couldn't get it out of my head. (If this was a drinking game for „Adam" you'd be super drunk once you finished, sorry for the 3 567 „Adam"s)

Also if anyone knows ANY good fic or whatever with adam pls tag me, i need content.

„Adam?!" you shouted through the forest. Did he tell you to stay hidden until he comes back? Yes. But was your bladder going to give up any minute? Also yes. So you were definitely not going to listen to your husband.

Meanwhile, Adam was in the shed, searching for something he had left there the first time he came back. Hawking's barks could be heard in the distance and all his hope of getting in and out of the house without his younger self noticing, were blown into the wind. Not a moment later, the smaller version of himself opened the door.

„Hi." he grinned from one ear to the other. „Hey.“ Adam said, while still looking for his wallet, he had left last time, in case he needed money.

His card was definitely of no use in 2022.

„I hid it under one of the couch cushions." young Adam pointed to where the old couch was, mostly covered in webs. Adam turned around, lifted the cushion and grabbed his wallet.

„It was safer there, than in one of the boxes."

„Yeah, yeah." Adam grumpily gave him a look. Hawking was wiggling his tail, happy to see not only one but two Adams.

„Adam!" you shouted as you reached the garden. It was amazing. You knew Adam's house from pictures, but it was even more wonderful in real life and with so much life in it. The baseball was lying under one of the big ferns, the door to the kitchen standing wide open… shit. The door to the kitchen was standing wide open.

Oh shit, shit, shit. Your hand started stroking your baby bump, trying to calm down.

You looked around. There was no one to be seen, but you were listening for just the smallest noise. „Adam?" you now whisper yelled.

Where has he gone?!

You found the rather big shed, a little offside of the house. Quietly approaching it, you knew Adam used to have a dog, you still listened for noises.

„Babe?“

Adam opened the door to the shed.

„Ugh, goddamn Adam. My heart almost stopped." you still whisper yelled, holding one hand to your heart. He grinned and came towards you. Adam gently placed his hands on your shoulders. „Sorry, are you okay?"

„Yeah, you're lucky I love you." you joked. Adam bent down to place a kiss on your lips, while you were still smiling into the kiss.

„Who is-. Woah.“

The both of you immediately parted by the sudden voice. Adam rolled his eyes in annoyance, before he turned around. Right then, Hawking started barking, wanting some attention from both Adams.

„Couldn't you have wai-„

„Hawking! Zip it!,, they both shouted in annoyance at the same time.

„Couldn't you have, I don't know, just stayed in there?" he sarcastically and most of all annoyedly asked, pointing to the shed with an exaggerated gesture.

„Don't be so rude.“

You turned to the smaller version of him, lightly pushing your husband aside to see Adam better. „Hi, I'm y/n." you smiled. He came closer, but his eyes couldn't decide whether to look you in the eyes or to stare at your stomach.

„She is beautiful.“ Adam whispered to your Adam.

„And she is pregnant." he added, as if he needed to point it out. Adam tilted his head to the side, giving him an „oh really" look. You just chuckled and smacked Adam's shoulder.

„Hi, I'm Adam." he finally said and held his hand out. „Hey Adam. Nice to meet you. Again.“ He chuckled at your comment, and you just winked with a smile.

„Alright, okay." Your Adam grumpily interrupted. „He's cute." you said, turning to your husband. „He's me.“

„You're cute too." Little Adam followed your little spat with a huge smile.

Your Adam now looked at his watch, his eyes widening. „Shit."

„What's wrong?" you asked, brows furrowed. „The movie starts in less than an hour. If we don't go now, we'll miss it." Adam grabbed your hand, and dragged you through the garden to the house.

With young Adam right on your heels.

„Wait, wait Adam. What movie?" He stopped, tuned to you and exhaled. „I wanted it to be a surprise, but this moron needed to stare at my wife for ages."

„Hey.“ Adam protested. „Technically-“

He was interrupted by his older self. „You always wanted to see the new Top Gun when it was still in cinemas. And we missed it, so I'm taking you now to see it." Your eyes were watery when he finished. „Really?"

„Yes baby, really.“ Adam smiled and pecked your lips. „Now get your pretty ass moving and follow me.“

You squeaked and grabbed your husband's hand. „I love you, Adam."

„I love you too, baby." he smiled.

„But Adam?" you quickly said. „Yeah?"

„I need to pee really bad." you innocently grinned. „Well, you're lucky this house has got a toilet." he winked. „Let's go,".

„You too, loser!" Adam shouted to his younger self. You chuckled and stuck your hand out, for little Adam to take it.

Holding both Adam's hands felt strange and so normal at the same time. Almost like he was your child. As if you've travelled to the future instead of the past. A funny thought, considered that you'd basically hold the hand of a little version of Adam, just like now. A smile crept on your lips, and you stroked Adam's hand with your thumb.

„Alright, we have seats 10, 11 and 12. Row H." Adam coordinated the three of you to the seats. Little Adam went ahead of you and was already sitting down on his seat, while you and Adam put the drinks in the cup holders. You handed little Adam his Popcorn and plopped down on your seat next to your husband.

„Ugh, your baby is getting heavy, dude." you exhaled as you could finally rest. „Sorry, dude." Adam mocked you, which made you chuckle. „You know, what," you said, looking over at little Adam. „He's probably only here because he secretly always wanted to watch the movie in cinema. I'm just a pretext.“ He chuckled and put a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

„Adam." you whispered. „Hey look.“ You poked his arm.

„What?"

"Look how cool this is." You, almost proudly, smiled at him. Your belly had the perfect size to work like a table when you were sitting. Your drink was resting on it, being held by leaning against your chest. „Like a freaking cup holder" Adam said and copied your grin.

You raised your brows in amazement and nodded.

Adam chuckled, „How on earth do I even deserve you?" he asked with a loving smile. You turned your head to face him, when he kissed the tip of your nose. „Have you seen yourself?" you asked with a smile, „l've married the man anyone could just dream of.“

„l don't need to look at myself. I've got you. And you're all I need to see."

„Could you maybe do that," little Adam gestured with his hand, „after the movie, please?" He turned back to the screen, and put another handful of popcorn in his mouth.

„Sorry." you chuckled.

„Oh as if I care about what I say." your Adam beefed.

Putting one hand on your baby bump, he gently began stroking it with his thumb. „If this baby turns out like me there, we have no other option but to give it up for adoption." he dryly joked. „Adam." you slapped his shoulder but grinned at your husband.

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[streets-in-paradise]

Their Princess - Andy Barclay x Reader

Requested by @tealady556

" Hey can you write one where Andy and reader having a kid thanks!"

Sure, and sorry it took me so long. Andy being a dad is such a lovely concept i love to be writing this. Hope the fluff will compensate for the delay :)

Warnings: Dad Andy fluff 💕 I decided the kid will be a little girl just because I love too much the idea.

Summary: As your child grows up it is your challenge as parents to find a way of combining the developmental freedoom she needs with all the safety precautions against Chucky. Andy is very concerned about it, but her peculiar understandment of the situation will surprise him.

Tags: @barclaysangel

Looking back, the life Andy managed to build with you seemed like the most improbable dream. He turned his prison into a home, changing loneliness for a wonderful family. Everything Chucky said he would never achieve, he had it. Mortified by his lies, he once got to believe he was too undesirable to find a partner, or just too broken to be around anyone else but him. Breaking the isolation brought him amazing news: he could be wanted, loved and even cherished beyond his romantic relationship with you. Unlike Chucky, he didn’t have a magic wand to make all his problems disappear, but having all of that made a huge difference. 

Becoming a father was the biggest challenge he had ever faced. To the standard fears of any parent, he had to add the never resting threat of the killer doll with a preference for being an intergenerational curse for his most hated families. However, the bliss was stronger than the doubts and he would see it with each day of watching your little one grow.

Finding the balance between his justified hypervigilance and the freedoom her development required was getting harder once she stopped being a baby, but there was no doubt he was an amazing dad who adored his child. The love you felt for him kept growing more and more since she came to your lives, watching them play was your happy place. Even when you would join the games, you were always finding yourself in awe observing him challenging himself to make her happy.

Andy Barclay, the man who lost his childhood to an abuser hidding inside his toy, could be found happyly playing with your daughter and the toys you got her. Sometimes it would give you the impression of some compensation going on in their playtime, her dad and his inner child both participating of it.

Living in contact with nature made her adquire a fascination for the wildlife of the woods and a preferrence for the Disney Princesses associated with that enviroment. Her favorite was Aurora, from The Sleeping Beauty. The three of you cassually watched the old film once on a rainy day and she never let it go.

It probably didn't help that the princess hidding in a small cottage to escape the rage of a witch who hated her parents lived as a peasant under a different name that resembled hers. She would play pretend to be Briar Rose so often that you ended up getting her a costume she could put on to improve the experience.

Through her playing you also got to understand that Rose wasn't completely blind to the reason for her father's worry. She got a chance to completely expose it to both of you during the discussion of a big milestone. She was invited for a sleepover at a friend's house, something normal to most children, but Andy was too preoccupied to let her go.

" I don't know the family enough and I haven't been in their house … How many toys she has? Have you seen them all? What if she has friends, siblings or cousins bringing their own toys and Chucky shows up in the hands of one of them? What if he sneaks inside the house in the middle of the night knowing I will not be there to protect her? "

You held his hand and began to play with his hair trying to calm him down while translating his speculations to your girl.

" What dad means is that we are not sure if you sleeping so far away from us is a good idea. "

She was a bit dissapointed, but that didn't mean she didn't understand it. Andy hated to see the evident letdown and couldn't help wondering if that was how his mother felt trying to make him understand why she couldn't buy him a Good Guy during the morning of his sixth birthday.

However, his little one did provide him bits of her own reasoning.

" I know, I know. If I leave the woods the witch doll will find me and put me to sleep. "

Her father looked at her in disbelief, then redirected his attention to you as if he seeked for an answer to what he just heard, but you were as clueless as him.

You both have told her about Chucky, but didn't expect she would be bringing it up in her own terms.

" Is that how you see him, Rosie? " Andy wondered out loud, encouraging her to keep talking. " Like the curse of the Sleeping Beauty? "

" Maleficent. " She corrected him, starting a childish ramble. " She cursed her to hurt her family, she wanted her gone but Merrywheater changed the curse so she would be just sleeping. That's why Aurora lived in the woods, so she won't find her, but then Maleficent saw her in the castle and put her to sleep on her birthday just like the curse said ... Isn't that what Chucky does? He tried to make you sleep on your birthday."

He couldn't believe the innocent brillance of what he was hearing from her. It showed perfect understandment of the situation wrapped in the fantasy of a fairytale.

" So you understand that Chucky uses dolls the same way Maleficent cursing the spinning wheel, ríght? " He tried to follow her, presenting his point from another angle. " I'm nervous about the dolls other people have the same way Aurora's dad was about the spinning wheels on his kingdom. "

" Dad acts like that because he wants to protect you from the curse of Chucky. " You added, providing the conclussion. " He is not a King, so he can't get the Good Guy dolls banned from the country like King Stephan did forbidding his subjects from having spinning wheels. "

The sweet little girl seemed genuinely concerned for him, as if putting things on the language of the story would make her see it clearer.

" Don't worry, daddy! I have my good fairy aunts . "

" We live here with you and I don't see any fairies. " Andy recalled. " Since i'm not a real king, I never needed to leave you under the care of a fairy."

The refutation didn't seem to worry her at all.

" Aunt Kyle and Aunt Nica come to visit me. "

It was a heartwarming occurence, but he didn't want to encourage it. Touched as you both were, you still had to explain her the bad concecuencies it could have if she would say it during one of their visits.

" You should never call Nica your aunt. " Andy cutted her off. " It can upset her. "

The warning made her a little sad.

" … Maybe she doesn't want to be my aunt."

Her sudden sadness fearing herself unwanted by a loved one was breaking your heart.

" It's not that, she loves you. " You tried to explain her because you knew it was too much for him. " … But once upon a time, she was the fairy aunt of another princess Chucky wanted to curse. Her parents weren't as carefull as we are, they didn't know about it and they weren't paying attention. Her aunt tried to save her, but she couldn't revert it the way Merrywheater did. He did put her to sleep, but that princess never woke up and her castle is empty. Now Nica feels too sad to be called aunt again, even if she feels like your aunt. "

The fate of Alice was the combination of all his worst fears. As a father he began to feel haunted by her suffering more than ever. Andy would tell himself over and over that he taught his girl well, that Rose was better prepared and had loving parents that knew better and won't let Chucky rope her. Still, he himself had a wonderfull mother and that wasn't enough to stop it.

She needed to form friendships, the only constant on every tale was a lonely kid surrounded of grown ups.

" Tell you what, sweetheart? We can offer your friend to make the sleepover here. " He proposed out of sudden. " I can take the deer off the wall and hide anything else she may find weird. She can stay for the whole weekend and we will take you for a walk so you can show her all the cute animals you love to salute. "

The illusion transformed her expression, she was all smiles for him again.

" Really?"

He tried to act cassually, but the difference meant the world to him.

" Sure, clever girl. Problem solved."

She hugged him, excitement making her cling tíght.

" THANK YOU, DADDY!! YOU ARE THE BEST!! "

Andy picked her up and kissed her forehead.

" You are welcome, honey. " He lovefully replied. " Just give me some time to fix the place because i want to impress our guest. You know? Not many people think i'm as great as you see me. Many get scared of me because they don't know of everything I told you or they don't believe it. "

She surprised him once more with a lovely comeback.

" I love you, dad. You scare the monsters away."

You could tell he was holding back tears of joy, but you were already crying. Once you found a while to speak about it you were all over him, fulling him of congratulations, but he wasn't convinced of deserving those.

" Mom always says she is a lot like me, and she is ríght. i don't want her to grow up alone and in fear. " He confessed himself with you. " She sees herself as a lonely girl hidding from the curse of a witch by living in a cottage, who later falls for the very first guy she sees. Maybe my obsession for protecting her makes her vulnerable, maybe i'm doing everything wrong."

You chuckled with skepticism, then replied.

" You are forgetting our Rosie is not some common bitch. She is the daughter of Andy Barclay: original victim, long lasting Chucky hunter and professional cult deprogrammer. You have been talking kids out of it since at least your late teens and that experience is reflected in your parenting. She has just proven you that she bewares of Chucky even if she has never meet him yet and that is a world of difference. To get inside, kids have to open the door for him and hers is very closed. "

" Let's make the common agreement of never showing her the Maleficent movie. " He joked, following you. " She is so clever, it never stops amazing me. "

The pridefull smile on his face was making you melt with tenderness.

" Got it from her dad … "

" With your imagínation. " He corrected you. " I don't recall to have ever been so creative."

" Your self implemented security systems say otherwise, love. " You insisted, seeking to make him feel as good as you felt with him. " … And remind me what was the last thing our girl asked we should get her for her birthday?"

" A bow, she saw it in Brave.We had to talk her out of it because she is still too little and she kept saying that princesses shoot with bows. She could have asked for a Merida doll, but preferred the bow. "

You shared a few chuckles and he was back at looking at you with that sweet, lost expression that could have made you die for him.

" Am I doing it ríght?"

You pulled him closer to you and stamped a kiss on his lips, then whispered.

" Amazing."

[drchenquill]

Foliè - Chapter 13

(Chapter 1, chapter 2, Chapter 3, chapter 4, Chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10, chapter 11 , chapter 12)

The Truth

WARNING: description of wound and blood

(Disclaimer: I put it below the cut because it contains major spoilers for those who might want to read it and still haven't gotten here yet.)

Tag list 🥰: @theink-stainedfolk , @frostedlemonwriter , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @rivenantiqnerd

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“I implore you” “Who speaks?” “Your loyal subject.” My gaze lowers. “And what is it you beg of me, my child?” Her gaze lifts. Her hazel colored eyes meeting my dark ones. “I want to be as powerful as you. I don't want to live in fear anymore.” I raise an eyebrow. “Power is not a toy. With power comes responsibility.” “I'll take the responsibility. Please, allow me to bathe in your power.” My face contorts into a mocking smile. “So be it. You will bathe in my power as you wished.”

I opened my eyes. My breathing was heavy as I looked around in panic. I felt no pain, tasted no blood on my lips. There were trees towering above me, looking down at me with their size. Where was I? I slowly lifted my hand and felt my face. The host had hit me with the stone, but I felt neither a fracture nor a wound.

“Awake?”

The host's battered face bent over me. His nose was barely recognizable, I could see the bone sticking out. His mouth hung slightly open, his jaw most likely broken. Blood and drool dripped down on me.

“Awake”

I repeated weakly. He nodded in satisfaction. My head tilted to the side. Where was the dead man? Was he feeling better? Would he find me? “She told me you were coming. She warned me you'd be stubborn.” the host mumbled as he walked around me. I sat up slowly and rubbed my forehead. I no longer understood anything. What did he want from me now? If he had wanted to kill me, he would have done it. What's all this about? “What do you want?” I asked the man who had now stopped in front of me. He tilted his head slightly, blood mixed with drool running down his chin as he looked at me quietly. “Say something!” I called out, irritated.

“Are you proud?”

Again this question, again this emptiness in my head. What should I be proud of? What would he do if I said no? Would he kill me if I answered yes?

“Why don't you just answer the question?”

I hid my face in my hands and groaned in annoyance. How could I answer a question I didn't know the answer to?

“Remember, I know you have it buried somewhere in your mind.”

I shook my head. Since there was nothing “buried”, I had nothing to look for.

“Lies” ”Lies”

They both shouted as if from the same mouth. I flinched slightly, but didn't let it upset me. They could throw all they wanted at me, I had no answer and I was getting tired of being treated like this. “I really don't know what you want from me. Just let me go and that'll be the end of it.” The host shook his head vigorously, spraying drool and blood around.

“Haven't you ever wondered why you can't remember your past?”

He sounded like she was talking to me through him.

“Or why you don't feel hungry?”

I frowned.

“Or why you don't act like the other madmen?”

I sighed, annoyed.

“Or why you have such dreams?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Or why you don't bleed?”

I tipped my head back and groaned loudly. “Oh my God, I get it, now shut up already.” Silence surrounded me as I buried my face in my hands. When I lifted it again, I scowled at the host, knowing she was controlling him. I could see her hazel colored eyes in his face. “It's worked so well for so long, now you want to swap again? It doesn't work like that.”

She whimpered through the host's mouth and looked at me begging. How I hated her how pathetic she was.

“That wasn't the deal… that wasn't the deal.”

I expelled air and looked at her with a wry smile. Humans are such stupid creatures. They think they're great, making deals with gods without thinking of the consequences. “Then you should have been more careful, sweetheart. You wanted power, you got power.” She shook her head vigorously. “No, no. I didn't want to kill people, or have them do such grotesque deeds.” I leaned back slightly. “Our little role reversal worked out well, though. I was the perfect helpless young woman and you were the perfect 'madness'.” I grinned at the thought of how I had performed this act. I was good, it was funny. I had never had so much fun since coming into this world.

“You lied and cheated. I had to drive so many people mad because of you. I had to curse people because I just couldn't find you. I had to do your dirty work.”

I put on a fake pout. “You poor, poor thing. Had to do what you got yourself into.” I slowly stood up and cleaned the dirt off my clothes. “Admit defeat little girl, this is your life now. I'm comfortable in your skin, so it will stay that way for a long time.” I stretched and glanced behind me when I heard quick footsteps. A broad smile appeared on my lips as I said, “Finally. He's been a bit of a wait.” I shook myself slightly as I slipped back into character. My pitch black eyes met hers as I whispered, “The show must go on”

[waywardrose]

THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY 20

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eddie munson x reader

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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird? Weird weird? He shrugged. He liked weird. In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: I don't know if running away from home is triggering to anyone, but it's in this chapter.

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The raucous call of gulls in the distance brought you into the moment. Then came the press of sun-warmed skin under your thighs and palms. Muscles flexed below you, reminding you of the gentle sea that lay beyond the bed. Brown eyes stared at you, needy and hungry. Pink lips parted. White teeth flashed.

You dipped to kiss those pink lips that tasted of salt and metal. Pennies from the ocean. He craned to meet you. A gasp came as you skimmed hands down his sides until you held his waist. He arched with a gasp, arms diamonded around his head and secured to the headboard.

There was no hiding from you.

Silky sheets and plush pillows whispered against your skin as you moved lowered to kiss his throat. His skin tasted familiar; his hair smelled of a sunny orchard. You sucked, licked, and bit at his throat until he whimpered and quivered.

You whispered, “I know what you want,” and raked your nails up his torso.

When you dug your teeth into his chest, he whined and pulled at his restraints. You teased a nipple with your tongue. His eyes squeezed closed as his hips undulated.

You clicked your tongue. “Careful, honey. Don’t get yourself worked up.”

His erection pressed into your belly as you settled on him. He whined again, opened his legs, and ground up.

“Be good for me now.”

“Shit, I…”

You kissed his jaw and shushed him gently. “I know, I know.”

“Please…”

After he relaxed, you kissed his lips once more, kissed them open. His tongue slid across yours, leaving the flavor of sugared metal and berries in your mouth. His red-stained lips moved against yours like an echoed memory or past conversation. You listened, you spoke.

His biceps flexed as he tried to give more. Always more. You ran a hand between your bodies to tease his cock with feather-light touches. He jolted with a groan, eyes rolling back. You slithered between his shaking thighs and pinned them to the bed.

“Be good,” you said.

His cheeks flushed. He hid his face in his arm and bit the delicate skin.

“Honey, you know that’s not for you.”

He looked at you with desperate eyes.

You said, “That’s mine.”

He nodded and wet his lips. You nodded with him before moving up to latch onto the bitten skin. Fitting your teeth into the indents, you sucked. He groaned and writhed.

“Baby,” he said, breathless. “Please, baby…”

You kissed and licked at the forming bruise. Red seeped like syrup in the notches from your teeth. You lapped at it, salt and metal on your tongue, and smeared it across the roof of your mouth. His cock twitched.

“Taste so good.”

You lapped at the red again, then kissed him. He sighed and surrendered to you. His smooth inner thighs slid along your legs. You pressed him into the bed and held the sides of his ribs.

Nuzzling under his jaw, you said, “Tell me what you need.”

His skin went hotter, roses fanned across his cheeks and neck and chest. You nearly purred at the heat. You wanted to drink it and keep that part of him inside you forever. Trailing kisses across his chest, you rubbed your body against his leaking cock.

He whispered, “Keep going,” and angled his head into the pillow.

You paused with a questioning hum.

“Please touch me,” he said.

“I am.”

“Let me…” He inhaled a shaky breath. “Let me inside you.”

You kissed his sternum in reward.

“You are.”

“Let me do it again.” He bit his lips. “I need it, need you, fuck, need in you so bad.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You ghosted fingertips over one of his nipples. His eyes screwed shut. You tapped his cheek and made a disapproving noise.

“No, keep ‘em open,” you said.

Those pretty eyes stared at you. The rich brown of them sweet like chocolate and caramel. You connected with him — with gaze, skin, and touch. He was already in you.

You slid down his body, hands cupping his sides. His back arched so perfectly, his legs spread so willingly, you wouldn’t deny him.

“Be good,” you said before licking the underside of his cock. “And watch.”

Your eyes snapped open to your dim bedroom. The sheets were tangled around your feet. Your cunt throbbed as you shuffled free. All you had to do was put pressure on your clit to come, so you did. The orgasm was weak, yet deep and drawn-out. When it subsided, you sprawled across the bed and stared at the ceiling.

Having a sex dream about Eddie was nothing new, though the blood detail was. Well, maybe not. You’d just reread The Vampire Lestat. However, something about the dream lingered. Something about blood and connection; his skin yours to bite.

You sighed and switched on the bedside lamp. You lay on your side, facing the desk. The stack of spell books sat there with Israel’s on top.

Connection with Eddie had worked for a locator spell, despite the spell not showing you anything useful. Israel’s hunting spell required more than that. It needed body elements. You knew her spell was the key to finding Eddie.

You wondered if the dream showed you some vital piece of wisdom…

A knock at your bedroom door interrupted the thought. No doubt it was Mom, though you hadn’t known she was home.

You called for her to come in, thinking of reasons why she should bother you at — you glanced at the clock, eyes going wide — almost one in the afternoon. You surged upright and smoothed your hair.

“Would you like some lunch?” she asked from the bottom of the stairs.

With a smile in your voice, you said, “Sure! I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“I figured as much. Come down when you’re ready.”

“‘Kay, thanks.”

She closed the door, and you changed clothes as fast as you could. As you made a stop in the bathroom, you promised you wouldn’t waste time at lunch. You’d eat, help gather dishes, and return to the problem at hand.

In the kitchen, Mom had set the table. Pristine placemats, spoons on the right, folded napkins on the left, and a glass of tea at the corner. It was more formal than usual. Mom only went formal when company was coming or she was anxious.

“Smells good,” you said, though you couldn’t tell with the medicine bag around your neck. “What are we having?”

If lunch was chicken vol-au-vents and Waldorf salad, you’d bolt.

“Tomato soup and grilled cheese. I thought it would be nice to have something comforting.”

Anxious, then.

“Can I do anything?” you asked.

“No, sweetie, sit and relax.”

While sitting was easy, relaxing wasn’t. Mom asked what you’d been doing that had you so distracted. Despite her facing the stove, you shook your head as you thought of an excuse. You replied you’d been reading.

“I’m surprised none of your teachers gave you homework over the break.”

“They probably thought there was no point with the big game on Friday.”

She hummed in agreement before saying, “Yes, I read about that. Hawkins High is now state champions.”

“Um, yeah, I guess so.”

She placed two bowls of steaming soup on the placemats.

“Jason Carver’s the captain, isn’t he?”

You didn’t know why she was bringing up Jason Carver during lunch, but you nodded with a soft, “Yeah.”

Mom said, “He interrupted the town hall meeting yesterday.”

“Oh geez, what did he say?”

You also wanted to ask why she, or your father, hadn’t mentioned this yesterday at dinner.

As she went to the stove, she said, “A lot of things. Got people worked up.”

“Mom,” you said and pivoted to face her. “What did he say?”

She cut the cooling grilled cheese sandwiches on the diagonal.

“He made it plain he was the witness to poor Patrick’s murder.”

“Oh my God.”

She plated the sandwiches and brought them to the table.

“You’d tell me if you saw anything— Knew anyone who’d done something bad, right?”

“Sure, but what does this have to do with Jason?”

“He thinks there’s a Satanic cult in town,” she said and set the plates beside the bowls.

You blinked.

“What?”

“He said the suspect, Eddie Munson, runs a Satanic cult called Hellfire.”

A laugh left your mouth before you knew it.

Your parents mentioned none of this yesterday. Your father had pooh-poohed the “country bumpkins.” He’d insisted nothing important had been discussed at the meeting beyond a curfew announcement. It’d been a waste of time. Mom had changed the subject quickly after that.

You said, “The Hellfire Club is the high school’s D&D club.”

“D&D?” she asked as she sat.

“Dungeons and Dragons. It’s a roleplaying game, like Monopoly is a finance game.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, players make up characters and the—” You used air quotes. “—’dungeon master’ creates a story for the players to interact with. And they all roll dice to calculate the effectiveness of their characters’ moves.”

“Oh, that sounds rather innocent.”

“It’s like a ‘choose your own adventure’ game.”

“Oh, I see.”

She grinned and placed her napkin in her lap.

“And…” You leaned in. “Most of the guys who play are kinda nerdy.”

“Is that why Jason doesn’t understand this club? He’s not a nerd.”

“Well, and he’s an egomaniac. He hates people who are different.”

Her look turned serious once more.

“What is it?” you asked.

“I want you to be careful—”

“Mom—”

“No, listen to me. Jason got people worked up yesterday. And, well…” She raised her eyebrows at you. “You’re different.”

More than she knew.

You nodded, and said, “Yeah, he doesn’t like me, either.”

“Has he done something to you?”

“Mom—”

“You know, you can talk to me. We can go to the school—”

“Mom.” You put a hand on the table. “He’s just a jock, okay?”

She nodded.

“Okay, but I still want you to be careful. No going out after dark, and no…” She took a sip of tea. “No drawing attention to yourself.”

That meant not dressing like your usual self. You had normie clothes: blue jeans, t-shirts, sneakers. You even owned a cardigan. It was black, but that was a typical color for a cardigan.

“I can do that.”

“Good.” She nodded to herself before grinning at you. “Now eat your soup. It’s getting cold.”

You ate your soup and sandwich, then helped stack the dishes in the sink. Mom waved you out of the kitchen, encouraging you to read or watch TV or call one of your friends. You returned to your room and opened Israel’s book to the hunting spell. Somehow, there was a connection between the spell and your dream.

Making your bed, you recalled him saying he wanted in you, and you replying he already was. You’d then licked his cock, which is something you’ve done. Actually, you’d blown him and swallowed.

“Holy shit!”

He was in you already. The dream was right. He’d been in you for months. Your blood had traces of him. It stood to reason your blood could guide you to him — with the right intention.

It was times like these you wondered why magic had to be so convoluted. Or maybe it was your life that was convoluted now that Eddie was in it.

You unclasped the necklace that held his ring and the tooth charm from around your neck. He’d worn that ring for a long time and made that charm. His energy was still in them.

With no time to lose, you found a needle and cleaned it with rubbing alcohol. On your way back from the bathroom, Mom curled in the master bedroom armchair with a romance novel. If you’d wanted to leave without her knowing, that likelihood had vanished.

Well, whatever, you’d think of something.

You stood over Israel’s book, held the necklace in your palm, and recited the incantation. You pictured Eddie in your mind.

“Guide me to him,” you whispered. “Guide my hand and this needle. Guide my hunt.”

You pricked your middle finger, squeezed blood out of the tiny wound, and anointed the inside of the ring. What blood remained, you smeared on the tooth. You held the necklace, letting the ring and charm hang free.

Nothing happened.

You breathed and closed your eyes. You repeated the incantation.

“Let our blood guide my hunt.”

A rumble like a passing truck combined with thunder shook the panes of your window. You drew up the shade and opened the window. Wild wind brought leaves against the screen. Goosebumps rose along your arms. Your hair stood on end.

The necklace swung, then grew taut.

You looked at it.

It pulled to your right.

“Holy shit.”

You fastened the necklace around your neck — it still tugging to your right — and changed clothes once again. Without knowing where he hid, you opted for Docs, jeans, a band t-shirt, and the aforementioned cardigan. You dumped the contents of your backpack on the bed and repacked it with a couple of spell books, fresh clothes, your Walkman, and a few cassettes.

While you didn’t own expensive jewelry, you had some sterling silver pieces that could be pawned if needed. You picked through your jewelry and dropped anything of value in the zipper pocket of your purse. Between the sixty dollars in your wallet and the jewelry, you could afford enough gas to get to Texas. Maybe farther if you pawned the new stereo in your car.

After shutting the window, you hid the moving necklace under your shirt, shouldered your backpack, and turned off the lights. You’d miss this room. You’d miss your parents. However, once this situation blew over, they’d understand. You’d call and explain the whole thing. Yes, they’d be pissed, but you were doing the right thing. They’d see that — and if they didn’t, well, it wouldn’t matter because you’d be in another country.

As you descended your room’s stairs, you concocted an excuse: studying at Heather’s. You’d mentioned her before. Your father approved of her college goals, which meant Mom supported the friendship. It would justify your backpack, too.

Mom still sat in the armchair, reading. You angled your body to hide the overstuffed backpack before knocking on the doorjamb. She looked from her book and brightened. You hated to betray her trust, but Eddie’s life was on the line.

You put on a fake smile and asked if it was okay if you went to Heather’s to hang out and study. She gave it a moment’s thought, then nodded, telling you to be home by 7:30. You lied with a bob of your head, yet told the truth when you said, “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Keeping your footsteps light, you went to the first floor. You halted at the kitchen doorway, debating if you should raid the pantry. If you did, Mom would hear and come down, or notice the missing food later. That could tip her off something wasn’t right.

No, you decided. You had to leave it.

You grabbed your keys from the hook by the garage door and left the house.

-

Robin lingered in the camper as Nancy, Erica, and Dustin filed out. She promised to return quickly with clothing Steve could wear, because he couldn’t walk into The War Zone barefoot, shirtless, in dirty slacks and Eddie’s battle vest. It was a glorious sight, to be sure. One, Eddie was certain, would have many a-swooning.

Steve gave Robin money and began reciting his various sizes. She shoved the money in her pocket, finishing each of his sentences, and descended the camper’s stairs. The sun blasted through the open door, making Steve and him squint.

Once on the ground, she turned to say, “Don’t worry, dingus, I’ll find you something cool.”

She winked before closing the door.

Steve sighed and sagged in the driver’s seat.

Eddie’s mouth twisted to hide his smirk. He liked Robin. She was a total spaz, but cool. It was a shame about her music taste, of course, but he still liked her.

He cast a quick glance at Sinclair and Max in the back. They sat on the bench not talking, yet not ignoring each other. It was crystal clear Sinclair was a goner for Max. He kept sneaking glances at her. His fingers twitched, telegraphing how much he wanted to hold her hand.

Eddie wondered if he was that obvious with you. Not like he cared if you knew. He tried to keep his urges under wraps at school, of course. Well, until last Friday. It was difficult to resist you when you had an innocent, surprised expression to go along with the subtle silhouette of your legs through your skirt.

Jesus, he couldn’t pop a boner at a time like this. He needed a distraction. Looking at Steve’s forlorn face, it appeared as if he needed one as well.

“So, Harrington,” he said, plopping into the passenger seat and pivoting towards Steve. “Six nuggets in a Winnebago, huh?”

“You heard that?”

“Uh, yeah. Kinda hard not to when I’m sitting right behind you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh.’ I think everyone but Max heard it. Like, good luck getting Wheeler to agree to it.”

“Ah, blow me, Munson.” Steve drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “I figured out what I want, alright?”

“Sounds like it.”

“Hey, when you lose a girl like Nance, and are trying to get her back, you’ll understand.”

“No, I understand it now.” Though he didn’t know how he was ever going to win you back. “Hat’s off or whatever for wanting the Brady Bunch.”

How ever he did it, it sure as shit wouldn’t be by saying what Steve had. He didn’t want that, anyway.

“The what?” Steve asked.

“Brady Bunch? Three boys, three girls.”

“I do not want the Brady Bunch.”

“I don’t know, man. Sure sounds like you do.”

“Oh my God.” Steve stared out the window, lips parted. “Oh my God, I told Nance I want the goddamn Brady Bunch.”

“Yeah.”

Steve’s expression became more mortified by the second.

“And she said it sounded like a nightmare.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh shit, I did it again.”

“Did what again?”

“Came on too strong and ignored another big fucking elephant in the room.”

“Which is?”

“Jonathan Byers, man.” Steve waved an arm in the air. “Nancy’s with him now, but he didn’t come back for break. I mean, I could still have a chance with her, but…”

He scrutinized Steve with a hum. “You’re not the kinda guy that steals girlfriends.”

Steve slumped and said, “Yeah.”

“Good to know.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because a couple years ago, I would’ve pegged you for a guy who would.”

Steve scoffed. “I’ve never stolen someone’s girlfriend.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He propped a foot on the hump between the seats. “But a lot of girls at school dumped their boyfriends because of you.”

“Don’t tell me you were one of the boyfriends.”

“Hell no, but I heard the stories. They’d take their shot — one way or another — go on a date with you, maybe more, aaaand were still single come Monday. Or they’d last until—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I was there.”

Steve twisted in the driver’s seat, cleared his throat, and wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“Look,” Eddie said. “I realize all that was before Wheeler, but even if Byers wasn’t in the picture, dude, she doesn’t want the Brady Bunch.”

“You sound pretty confident about that.”

He held up his hands.

“I call it like I see it, but roll the dice. You might get a nat-twenty.”

“I… I don’t know what that is.”

“Get Henderson to explain it.”

“So, you think I should tell Nance I want her in the Winnebago with six nuggets?”

“I mean…” He shrugged. “If you don’t tell her, she can’t choose it.”

Steve nodded, eyes aimed at his dirty knees.

“I will say, though, you have six nuggets already and—” He gestured around the camper. "—a Winnebago."

Steve looked baffled, though he smiled. It reminded Eddie of a confused puppy.

“Uh, it’s stolen,” Steve said.

“I prefer to think of it as ‘borrowed without permission,’ ‘cause they’ll find it when we’re done with it.”

“Yeah, sure, but I don’t have six nuggets.”

“Um…” He counted on his fingers. “Henderson, Sinclair, Wheeler Junior, that kid in California—”

“Will.”

“Yeah, Will — Will the Wise — the super-powered girl—”

“El.”

“El, and Max.” He waggled his hand. “I would include Erica, but she could definitely teach you a thing or two.”

With a huffed laugh, Steve said, “Yeah, probably.”

-

The necklace pulled hard to the left. You were in the middle of nowhere, past the deserted fairgrounds and near the county line. It looked later in the day than it was. Dark clouds gathered far in the distance. Time pressed like a weight on your shoulders. You needed to find Eddie before nightfall, but there were nothing but dirt paths or gravel driveways on either side of the road. The stretches between were thick — and dark — with trees and underbrush.

Yet the necklace said on your left, though now not as strenuously.

You slowed the car and did a wide u-turn.

Now the necklace pulled right.

You creeped along the road. The necklace pulled harder. Just ahead was a cut in the copse, wide enough for a truck. You turned into the cut, praying like hell your car could handle any ridges or ditches it had to traverse.

The path meandered through the copse. In breaks in the underbrush, you could make out a field with some boxy, pale thing in the middle. You hoped it was one of those utility service buildings. Power lines weren’t far. That type of building would be a good place to hide after an abandoned house.

The copse ended at an expansive meadow. You stopped the car. The necklace stood from your chest, pointing like a hound. You’d been wrong about the utility service building. The boxy, pale thing was the back of an RV. Two people sat to the right of it.

Maybe they were Eddie’s friends, and he was inside. If they weren’t, and they were holding him hostage, you didn’t know what to do. You had no weapon. Realizing then, with the nose of your car already exposed, you should’ve broken into your father’s safe to steal his pistol before you left.

It was too late now. You’d have to brazen your way through the situation ahead.

As you crested the meadow’s slight rise, the two next to the RV turned and stood. More people gathered in pairs farther out. The farthest pair was a kid—

And someone with wavy brown hair, wearing a leather jacket and black jeans.

Tears welled in your eyes even as you smiled. There was no mistaking that someone for anyone other than Eddie Munson. Even the necklace strained towards him.

You parked a few yards from the RV and cut the car’s engine. Shaking your head, you took off the necklace, thanked it, and tossed it in your open purse. You’d found him. A tear rolled down your cheek. You brushed it away. After days of failing, you’d found him.

You stepped out of the car. The ratcheting of a shotgun greeted you. A young woman in a striped sweater pointed a sawed-off shotgun at you. Behind her, a kid with red hair in braids scowled. You raised your hands.

“What are you doing here?” asked the one with the shotgun.

“I—”

Eddie called your name like a question before jogging towards you.

You nodded and introduced yourself, gaze bouncing from him to the shotgun. The young woman relaxed as Eddie said your name again. You closed the door and rounded the front of the car. He met you between the vehicles, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy. Just seeing that made tears flood your eyes.

Your voice quavered when you said, “Hi.”

He seized you in a tight hug. You thrust your hands under his jacket to hold onto his back. He nosed into your hair. His breath stuttered. You’d hoped if you found him, he’d welcome you. You’d dreaded you’d never find him or only find his body or if you had found him alive, he’d try to send you away.

Instead, he more than welcomed you. He cupped your nape with a hiccup. His chest heaved against yours. He mouthed something against your temple as a tear dripped onto your cheek to join your own.

You buried your face in his neck, stubble scratching your forehead. With the medicine bag on, you couldn’t breathe in his scent. You didn’t need it to remember, though. However, it was probably best you couldn’t smell him now with him staying in an abandoned house then, no doubt, hiding in the woods like some feral creature.

You giggled and squeezed his waist.

He angled his torso back to meet your eyes. You straightened, snuffed through your clogged nose, and shook your head. It didn’t matter. You studied his face, from his expressive brown eyes to his pink-tipped nose to the tear tracks that followed the contours of his cheeks to his trembling bottom lip.

You whispered, “You should’ve come to me.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m still mad at you, you know.”

He nodded and said, “I love you.”

Fresh tears blurred your vision. You croaked a horrible, thick noise and looked up to blink the tears away. You’d hoped he felt for you what you did for him. But to hear it cracked some defense inside you.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he said, voice rough.

You shook your head again and cleared your throat and finally, finally said:

“I love you, too.”

He cradled your cheek in his rough hand, his eyes dancing as he looked at your face, and brought you in for a kiss. His chapped lips were damp with tears. Yours were as well. None of that mattered, though. What mattered was feeling him, of being able to touch him. Your lips slid across his as you deepened the kiss. Everything faded: the meadow, the other people, the manhunt, the approaching dusk. It was you and him, breathless and floaty and dazzling.

“Um…” said a female voice full of disdain. “Hate to interrupt the romance, but we have a dark wizard to murder.”

You and Eddie broke apart as someone said, “Erica!” in admonishment.

“Just the facts!”

To you, Eddie said, “She’s right,” and moved to your side.

“Murder a dark wizard?” you asked as you wiped at your face. “Here?”

He nodded in a way that indicated the issue was more complicated than that.

The plan had been to find Eddie and leave town with him. However, he seemed committed to fighting someone preternatural with this crew. You examined his determined face.

He turned his back on everyone else and whispered, “I think he’s the one who hurt you in November.”

Your mouth went dry. If that were true, you definitely needed to leave town. You weren’t strong enough, didn’t have the right resources. This dark wizard was too powerful and dangerous. He’d kill you — kill them. You couldn’t…

You marched away from everyone, shaking your head. Multiple voices called out, but you wouldn’t heed them. This dark wizard took your magic, true, but you’d given him an opening. You’d had to look like you were impervious. You’d thought you could fix this town. The fucking nerve. The gall. And look where it had gotten you.

Hands caught your upper arms. It was Eddie. Of course.

“I’m so sorry—”

“No,” he cut you off and wrapped his arms around your chest. “This isn’t on you, sweetheart. You can go if you want.”

You placed a hand over his forearms.

“Come with me.”

“I can’t. I’m not running. Not this time.”

“He’ll kill all of us.”

“He’s after Red back there.”

“What?”

You stared ahead, not really seeing the meadow or the copse surrounding it.

“Red—Max is his target. He got Chrissy first, then Fred, then Patrick. He’s opening portals—gates, or something, with each death. He’s trying to come through, but three isn’t enough yet. Henderson thinks he needs four to get through.”

“So Max.”

“Yeah, Max. The chick with the shotgun, Nancy, saw his plan when we were in the Upside Down—”

You left his arms to face him.

“The Upside Down?”

“There’s a gate to the Upside Down in Lover’s Lake, and we went through. Well, Steve was pulled through, and we went after him, but it’s what the party calls Vecna’s realm.”

“Vecna’s a dark wizard who exists in the Upside Down?”

“Yeah, and he hurt you in November. He invaded Nancy’s mind as we were leaving and showed her what he plans on doing. He wants her to tell El, this super-powered girl that he hates.”

“Is the Upside Down a dead and gray version of Hawkins?”

His eyes went wide as he nodded.

“Red lightning? Covered in vines?”

He nodded again.

“Fucking goddammit!” You stomped away, fists rising, before turning around. “That’s him! In fucking November!”

“What happened in November?” asked Nancy, who had moved closer while neither of you were paying attention.

Eddie spun to face her.

Actually, the entire party had sidled closer.

“Vecna drained me of magic in November,” you said. “I’ve seen the Upside Down.”

“Holy shit,” said the kid who’d been paired with Eddie.

His voice sounded familiar. He must be the freshman who’d called days ago, Dustin Henderson. You looked at Eddie to see his trust in them and in you.

Maybe it was more of that gall that had gotten you into trouble in the first place, but you couldn’t let Vecna get away with this. He’d hurt you, killed three people, and threatened another. You’d started it by looking through that tumbler. You’d help end it.

At Eddie’s nod, you said, “I can help.”

“What can you do?” asked Dustin.

You took a deep breath and said, “I’m a witch.”

“Okay, but what can you do?” asked a kid with brown skin who stood next to his unmistakable younger sister.

“Cast spells, track people, block magic.” You shrugged. “As long as I have the ingredients, I can do it.”

Dustin’s eyes went wide with excitement.

“Holy shit, you’re a cleric!” he said, voice breaking on the last syllable, and looked around to see if anyone understood him.

“That’s Dustin, by the way,” said Eddie as Dustin went to the kid standing with his sister. “That’s—” He pointed with his pinkie at the one with the shotgun and her companion. “—as you know, Nancy and Max.” He drew your attention to the brother-sister pair. “Those are the Sinclairs, Lucas and Erica.”

With a hand on the small of your back, he walked you closer to the party.

He extended a hand to the pair from the RV.

“That’s Steve and Robin.”

With a wry grin, Robin waved a Molotov cocktail.

You squinted at Steve.

“Wait, I think I know you.” Pretty face, magnificent hair, broad shoulders. He was the clerk from— “Family Video?”

A crease marred Steve’s forehead before he nodded.

“Uh, yeah?”

You laughed. “You hit on my mom.”

The crease disappeared as Steve’s eyes rounded and cheeks reddened. Robin snickered before smacking him on the shoulder. He winced at her, rubbing at his shoulder.

“You gave us a discount, too. So, ya know, thanks.”

Steve grumbled, “You’re welcome.”

Nancy raised her eyebrows at him while Max fought a smile and crossed her arms.

Breaking up the imminent teasing, Dustin rushed to you with Lucas hot on his heels. Erica moseyed behind them.

“Do you go to church? Any church?” he asked.

You shook your head with a “no.”

“How about gods? You worship any gods?”

Eddie said, “Come on, guys.”

“Do you worship the devil?” asked Lucas.

“Hey!” Eddie said as you scoffed, “No.”

To Dustin, Erica said, “Mage.”

“Shit, whatever! She’s magic.”

You sighed.

“Yeah, I’ve got magic. I’m a witch, and I do witch shit.”

It was the first time you’d admitted to being a witch. None of the party appeared wary or confused or doubtful, either. Then again, Eddie had said they already knew a super-powered person. In comparison, you were boring — especially in your current condition.

“Yeah, you kinda look like a witch,” said Robin, and it sounded like a compliment.

“Thanks.”

“Be that as it may,” Nancy said in an authoritative tone. “Time is ticking.”

Steve nodded.

“She’s right. We gotta motor.”

After that, they explained as a group their plan to kill Vecna. There were phases involving weapons, distractions, and two versions of a murder house. You hadn’t known Hawkins even had a murder house. The party had bought supplies already. You were unneeded, yet you still offered to go into the Upside Down. Vecna couldn’t affect you while you wore your medicine bag.

After you clarified what the medicine bag was for, Nancy perked up.

“If that’s the case, you should stay here with Max. If you have to cast a spell, he won’t see you coming.”

Dustin said, “We need more elements of surprise.”

Lucas nodded in agreement.

“But if Max knows the plan,” you asked, “won’t Vecna once he’s in her mind?”

“But I won’t know if you’re going to do anything,” said Max.

You nodded.

“‘Cause you’ll be in his hold, right.”

You didn’t like the plan. You’d asked about El helping, but they clarified El’s powers had been depleted in a previous fight with an Upside Down baddie. Also, El was in California. Both issues threw a wrench in the homicidal works.

“Alright, I’ll stay up here with Max. I can make sure the neighbors don’t notice what’s going on in the house.”

Lucas asked, “You can do that?”

“Yeah?” You lifted a shoulder. “I can summon fog, but that would be weird for only one street to be foggy.” You hesitated before saying, “Or I can cast an invisibility spell.”

“You can go invisible?”

“Well, not exactly? It’s more like people won’t notice me.”

“And you can cast that on an entire house?” Erica asked, eyebrows quirked.

“I think so?”

You never had before, yet that didn’t mean it was impossible. You’d avoided the spell since Vecna had drained you. It took concentration and focused intention, no matter how many people you were around.

Dusk was rolling in. Because of the curfew, people would be heading inside soon. Fewer people around meant fewer to notice if you couldn’t muster enough power for the spell.

However, if there was a time to muster the power, it was now.

[thatoneweebsworld]

I must say I loved the hc’s you did with my request!! I was wondering what if you made a oneshot of the Satan one where they play cat and mouse?

As always have a wonderful day/night!

-🌽

Omg corn anon hi again I actually caught this at a reasonable time lol, sorry about the wait. If I do wind up doing that (which I might it I get bored) it probably wouldn’t be the most accurate. Satan has to be second least accurate only to Asmo for me unfortunately (and the newest wave of side characters because I haven’t met them in game). However, if you dm me a tag I’ll ping you if I do so. You know what, fuck it. I’m writing this tomorrow. Corn anon, you’re getting your damn cat and mouse game.

The following day for That One Weeb:

Literally about a week later: fuck o have to write this. Uhhhhh ok

Two weeks later:

At least I actually noticed this was something I should write and actually checked my inbox. Satan cat and mouse coming right up!

Being trapped in the body of a sheep was bad enough while milling around with demons. But the body of a mouse in a house with not one, but three demons turned into felines by a magical mixup? That was just too much. Sure you had the protective amulet gifted to you by Solomon but that didn't really fit all that well now. You sighed, still stuck on the floor and unable to get up onto your bed. Your door suddenly opened. You suspected Mammon, likely trying to do something like snatch you up and swallow you while you were smaller than usual. However, Satan was the one staring down at you, his tail flicking. "Lucifer should've known he could never hide your wonderful scent," he purred. You squeaked, certainly loud enough for him to hear. "Awwww MC is a little mouse... no wonder Lucifer wouldn't let anyone near you. You look absolutely delicious." You scurried under the nightstand your hosts had supplied in fear. "Don't worry little MC. I'm not gonna hurt you." A green eye peered at you. "I'll keep you safe from all of them. Just come on out and let me take care of you." You pushed yourself flat up against the wall. "So we're doing this the hard way... MC, you know I would never truly hurt you, right?" You slowly crawled out from under the nightstand and sat up on your back legs. Your tail was still twitching nervously. Surprisingly, Satan did not make a move on you. "I'd love to eat you right now. Play a little game of, well, cat and mouse. But if you don't want to that's fine." You weighed your options. If you allowed Satan to paly with you, at the very least you'd wind up in the most unexpected stomach and the last place anyone would likely look for you. That far outdid the idea of being mindlessly grabbed by Beel or teased to no end by Mammon. At least Satan was being courteous. "Fine," you decidedly stated. "Only because nobody would really expect it to be you who ate me." Satan's tail started weaving behind him, his ears and tiny whiskers forward. "In exchange, you'll be a good little mouse, run and hide, right?" You agreed and the moment the words were out Satan crouched down, about to pounce on you. Instinct kicked in and it was off to the races. You darted under the bed, now somewhat genuinely afraid. "I know you're under there, MC. And you can't hide forever." A hand reached for your tail and you squeaked, sprinting out the other side and running along the wall. "Silly little MC, don't tell me you're actually scared. This might just be too easy." You hid yourself behind a pile of books and watched as Satan stood to full height, towering above you. "Hm, I wonder where MC went?" His tail twitched, then pushed cleanly aside the books you were behind. "There." Next thing you knew, you were in the air, dangling by your tail above a familiar yet far far more terrifying maw. You went down in barely a single gulp. Satan started purring, satisfied. "You aren't the most filling right now MC, but I can feel every single time you move." In a slight panic you scampered about the dark, warm and dank space. "You're mine for a while MC. All mine."

[viviennes-tears]

Play day (Tom Hiddleston, Gender neutral X reader & Bobby Drabble)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion. 

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A/N: Thank you to this person who sent me this prompt on a private messaged me on Wattpad and they wish to remain anonymous. We had a bit of a chat as I had an idea ages ago about Tom and X reader with their dogs. So we ended up combining the ideas together. Also thank you anonymous for waiting patiently like the last few who have had to wait for me to write their prompts.

Plus I just use X reader all the time when I'm writing, even if it's female based in the story as I normally do write for female readers, as you may notice I don't specify when it is female readers. I only specify if I am not just writing for a female reader, just in case anyone was wondering. So like in this case the reader is gender neutral for this prompt.

And this is now the final out of the last batch of prompts. To keep updated about prompts keep checking my bio and ask box here or Wattpad or A03 accounts when I am taking more prompts.

Enjoy 😊

Prompt request by Anonymous: Hi could ya do a fluff piece of Tom and xreader were they meet on Tom's run or walking Bobby please!  

Summary: You end up meeting Tom and Bobby Hiddleston whilst out walking your dog at the local park and end up spending the afternoon together.

Warnings: None

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Tom and his fluffy companion Bobby were strolling along the footpath towards their favourite spot in their local park. As they were walking Bobby was approached by a Border Collie without its lead on. Tom smiles as the other pooch and Bobby begin to introduce themselves. Sniffing and playfully showing interest in each other. Tom also bent down to pet and scratched the behind the Border Collie's ear to introduce himself too. Just as he held the Border Collie's tag in the palm of his hand to read the name he heard footsteps approaching.

"Hi...don't mind him, he's just a big friendly goofball." You chuckled as you approached the man petting your dog, but then as the man stood up straight you were taken aback. Even though he was wearing a Nike cap which hid his soft reddish-blonde curls there was no mistaking that smile. 

"Hi, my name is Tom. It's a pleasure to meet you." Tom says warmly as he holds his hand out to you.

"Yeah, I know. Big fan." You say as you firmly shake hands. "My name is (Y/N)." You added with a smile of admiration as Tom is one of your all time favourite actors.

"I've never seen you around here before, are you new to the area?" Tom asks with genuine curiosity.

"Yes actually, just a couple of weeks ago. We used to live in Southampton and a couple of places before that. So we move around quite a often really." You replied as the pair of you began to walk together. Your dog Oreo the Border Collie follows loyally beside you without his lead.

Whilst walking along the footpath together yourself and Tom seemingly were getting along well. Even though he didn't offer you any kind of invitation for you to join him and Bobby, it just ended up naturally happening, almost like you'd been friends for years. The conversation you were having too also suggested as much, despite how nervous you first felt when you realised it was actually Tom, he was just so sweet and easy to talk to. He made it a comfortable and friendly environment. He was exactly how everyone described him to be like. 

After arriving at Tom and Bobby's favourite spot Tom took Bobby's lead off. That's when Oreo and Bobby began excitedly chasing each other around on the grass. Seeing them become friends so quickly was a joy to witness and brought smiles to your's and Tom's face again. Of course when tennis balls were later added into the mix, well all hell broke loose between the dogs. Neither of them could quite decide on which one they wanted the most when two were being thrown. Besides, they looked exactly the same so it didn't really matter, as long as they were running around enjoying themselves.

"Would it be weird if I asked you...if you'd like to make this a regular thing? Like for us to meet up once a week with our dogs?" You asked much later, while nervously biting your lower lip with  your eyes looking at him hopefully.

"No, not all weird. I've enjoyed your company, Y/N and I think it would be devastating to them if they didn't get to spend more time together." Tom says again with that famous smile and you could hear how much he meant his words. Besides he hadn't shown any signs of not wanting to form any kind of friendship, especially by this point it had become a wonderful afternoon just the two of you and your dogs. 

"Great, it can be a play day for them and we can talk!" You say enthusiastically and Tom too was happy with the arrangement too. 

Before you two parted ways with your dogs you exchanged numbers with Tom, so you could go over the details of which day would be the day you'd meet, play day for the dogs and a day to catch up with each other. In fact after you parted ways it felt so surreal and you had to pinch yourself to make sure you were awake. 

"Nope, I'm awake! I really just met Tom and Bobby Hiddleston today." You muttered to yourself on your way home with a huge grin on your face.

Tom Hiddleston Masterlist

Source: @viviennes-tears

[avasillva]

so im still new to giffing and tagging still confuses me. how do i know who to tag and how do i tag other users? any tips? thank you and i love your wn gifs! xx

hello anon and welcome to the wonderful? world of giffing! has coloring gifs driven you a bit crazy yet? answer under the cut since this got a bit long aslkdjghdg

about tagging –

search whatever show/film/fandom you're creating for (or even a specific character). for example: warrior nun (since you mentioned it). you can search for #warrior nun or #warriornunedit. there, you’ll find source blogs and users who are creating content for the show

use tracking tags. to tag specific source blogs or users, check their ‘tracking’ tags. using WN as an example again, there’s a source blog called @/warriornungifs and they are tracking the tags: #warriornunedit and #wngifs. active users and source blogs regularly check their tracking tag and reblog all posts / add it to their queue

same goes for users – just look up the user you want to tag and check if they have a tracking tag. not sure if they’ll reblog your creations? look at what they usually create/reblog and go from there (oh, and check if they ask to NOT be tagged in specific things). personally i track #tuserlyn and reblog all content i've been tagged in. note: some users prefer you follow them before you tag them, some don't. personally i dont mind whether you follow me or not lol. i love seeing everyone’s creations, no matter the fandom! just.. please dont tag me in clown stuff. and i mean literal clowns. its triggering for me lkasjshf

remember: only the first 20 tags show up in results. anyone you tag from the 21st onwards wont see them. also, if you have wayyy too many or really long tags, tendency is your entire post wont show up in results either (i once wrote an entire essay for ava silva in my tags and it hid my post from the warriornunedit tag lmao)

so what i usually do is: first 19 tags are source blogs + other users and the 20th tag is my personal tag. note: a personal tag (i.e. #myedit) is different from a tracking tag. basically, a personal tag is just an index of all my stuff and it helps me keep track of all edits i make on my blog. again, if this fell on the 21st tag onwards, my post wont show up under that tag. all my other thoughts/commentary go on the 21st tag onwards lol

make your own tracking tag! if you want other creators to tag you in their work, make sure to create your own tracking tag. put yourself out there, share your creations, and people will eventually find you :)

i hope this made sense, anon! enjoy giffing and please watch out for gif reposters as they seem to have increased lately. and i'm glad you're enjoying my wn gifs 💜💜💜

[missmortox]

I think Alida is probably insanely superficial and all about appearances. It's why she reveled in a boyfriend like Erik who would photograph her and post her all the time. Why she was with Fares? So she could brush shoulders with the other elites of Sweden. Maybe she hid it better back then but I think if she did it was only because she knew she had to in order to get where she wanted to get. Which is the very top. In her mind, landing a Skarsgård ard had to be the biggest prize of all. When Bill blew up and became Pennywise she tried her hardest to capitalize on it. Changing her IG name to her legal name and tagging photos and such. No one even really knew she was an "actress" before that point (or cared). Her career was pretty much dead in the water until that point, though you can hardly call it a career now. It's all just based on the fact that she's fucking Bill and she knows people who give her pity jobs or do favors for him.

I'm positive that her whole plan in this was to bank on Bill's fame (and get all of his fans to love her so she could be some kind of star in some way). She thought that she'd be posting photos with him all the time and they'd be some cute power couple. She'd go to all these parties and premieres and he'd be so desperately in love with her they'd get married and she'd have some stunning Hollywood fairy tale wedding. As I mentioned, if you look at her Pinterest account, she started pinning wedding dress ideas 7 years ago. Basically the moment they met. It makes it pretty clear that in her bird brain she thought extremely early on that he was going to marry her or at least that was her goal). Now everything has flipped on her.

Bill barely acts like he wants to touch her or be around her. She's limited as hell on what she can post on social and all she has to show for it are two babies she's also not allowed to show off(but does anyway). Everyone knows she's not talented and she didn't get any jobs because she's a "good actress". She's never gotten above 26K followers even with the publicity Bill gave her which shows that she's got nothing going for her. Anyone with talent, charm, charisma, or style could have turned that into a massive success. She's such a trash human being that people only really ever followed her out of initial curiosity and then for the Bill content she was posting. She herself doesn't do anything worth following. Even the parties she attends don't look all that fun. Her makeup is terrible her style is terrible her "gifts" that she gets from "brands" are terrible. I do wonder if she (in her own mind) thinks she accomplished something and everyone who speaks ill of her is "just a hater" but it's pretty clear she failed hard at her attempt to go famous and viral. Poor Bill had to be the victim of it all too.

[m-jelly]

Can you write where its a forbidden love type romance and reader gets pregnant so Levi and her run away and raise there child together?

Love matters more

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, knight Levi, princess reader, fluff, cute, romance, love, forbidden romance, pregnant reader, time skips.

Concept: When you discover you're pregnant, you tell your secret lover and your father's prized knight. Levi decides that it's now or never to run away together. You sneak away in the night and run away to a cabin in the woods on the edge of town. As you grow things in your garden, Levi becomes the hunter for the local town. When your daughter arrives, Levi becomes a loving and dedicated father. Your older brother and sister find you once your parents have lost power, both support you and send you and Levi support.

You hurried through the palace halls as your heart raced in your chest. You were so scared, but you needed to talk to Levi. You pressed your corset and made sure it wasn't too tight on you. You sighed a little and slipped out of the palace and made your way to the stables where you both always met.

You gasped when you were yanked into the dark of the stables. You squeaked when you were pressed against the wall and kissed. You moved your lips away from Levi's. "I must talk with you."

He pulled back. "Something wrong?"

You lowered your head. "I'm pregnant."

Levi gasped in delight. He cupped your face and locked eyes with you. "Really!? This is wonderful!"

You hushed him. "Levi, we could hide us being a couple but I cannot hide being pregnant."

He held your hands. "We'll run away, tonight. I've got most things set up at the home. There's not much in clothes and food, so we'll have to pack what we can tonight. Can you do that?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"I'll climb up to your balcony and help you down. I'll get the food together and the horse and carriage."

You went white. "Carriage?"

"Don't worry, it's one of the carriages that we use for food and goods. I'll hide you in there until we're safe."

You nodded. "Okay."

"I love you." He kissed you and smiled. "I love you so much."

"I love you always." You giggled. "We'll be free. I'll see you soon!"

You hurried away and went to your room. You played the part in front of your conservative parents and gave your rebellious brother and sister a hug. You returned to your room and packed your most simple clothes. You hid the bag on your balcony and bid goodnight to the maid tending to you.

Levi climbed over your balcony and called your name. "Come, my love."

You ran over and jumped into his arms. "Levi."

He held you close. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

He turned his back to you. "Climb on, okay?"

You climbed onto his back and took your bag from him. You gasped as he slowly climbed down with you and your bag. He put you down and you both ran off together to a horse and carriage waiting for him. He thanked Erwin for looking after the horse before helping you into the back and covering you in a blanket to hide you.

You curled up under the blanket as your heart beat loudly in your chest. You hugged your bag and pressed your face against it when you heard Levi talking to someone on duty. You panicked when they asked about checking the back, but Levi managed to get rid of them and he set off.

After ten minutes of travel, Levi pulled back the blanket. "It's safe."

You sat up and shuffled over to Levi's carriage seat. "I thought we were done for."

"I was a bit worried, but know that I won't let anyone split us."

You smiled softly. "I won't let anyone stop us either."

He leaned over and kissed you. "Get some sleep, okay? We have a long journey."

"What about you?"

He smiled. "I don't mind."

You leaned on his seat and hummed. "Company helps you stay awake." You carefully climbed over and sat next to him. You hugged his arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to give up being the best knight in the land for a silly princess like me."

He kissed the top of your head. "You're not a silly princess. You're the love of my life, the mother of our child. You are smart, funny, cute, passionate and so knowledgeable. You've never had the right to the throne because of your brother and sister, but you still worked hard just in case. You mesmerise me."

You blushed. "Thank you. You're an incredible man. You're loving, caring, brave, smart and thoughtful. You're a dream come true."

He held your hand. "You're my dream." He blushed hard. "Tch, that was a bit silly."

"I thought it was sweet."

He hummed a laugh. "I'm glad."

You opened your front door and kept it open. You stepped out of the warm and cosy home in the middle of a dense forest. You walked barefoot out on the grass with your seven months baby bump standing proud. You smiled at the birds singing and flying by. You lifted your gardening basket and walked into your massive garden.

You put your hair back and looked over at the path out of the forest to the town. You blushed a little knowing your husband was out there selling the meat and fur he had hunted, along with your fruit, veg, tea mixes and baked goods.

Yours and Levi's goods were very popular in the town and he had a nice stall to sell what he had. Levi always came back with only money because he always sold out. So, he had to come back. Thankfully, you had a storage place where all the spare meat, veg, fruit and baked things were.

You knelt down and started picking some herbs. Winter was on its way and you were going to start baking some meat pies. You collected some spices as well and knew you could make something rather nice. You were going to test something on your husband first before you sold your pies.

You got up and went inside your home and started preparing a pie for Levi. You went to the storage building and went into the cold room and chose a nice joint of meat along with some of your veg. You went back to your kitchen and put everything together and placed it in the oven and hoped it would turn out nice.

You started making small side dishes and a nice dark gravy for Levi. You hummed in delight at the delicious smells coming from your cooking. You hoped Levi loved it all.

You perked up when you heard the horse and carriage. You cleaned up some of your things and turned to the front door as Levi walked in. "Welcome home."

He smiled softly at you. "Good to be home." He sniffed the air. "Something smells wonderful." He walked over and kissed you. "I have good news. Sold everything again and people are excited about what we'll do for autumn and winter."

"Really?"

"Yes." He lifted a bag. "We earned a lot, so I went shopping."

You giggled. "What did you get?"

He carried it to the dining table and opened the bag. "Baby things."

You gasped and picked up the clothes, toys and blankets. "These are wonderful. Thank you."

He hugged you from behind and swayed with you. "Anything for you and our baby." He kissed the side of your head. "So, what have you been up to?"

"Cleaning, prepping food and then I grabbed some things in the garden to make you a test pie."

Levi released you. "You're testing something on me?"

You laughed and went to the kitchen. "It should be good." You opened the oven and got the pie out. "Ta-da!"

Levi walked over and gasped in delight. "Tch, shit hon, that looks incredible."

You put out two plates and sliced the pie. "I used all our stuff. So, it is very homemade."

"It looks and smells perfect."

You put the sides on the plates and poured the gravy over them. "There we go!"

Levi picked up the plates. "Thank you."

You grabbed cutlery and drinks. "You first."

Levi cut a bit and ate. He hummed and moaned a little. "Oh...oh that's good."

You squealed. "Yay!"

"Honey, you did an incredible job."

"I'm so glad."

He gulped. "I know people would love to buy this. It's a shame we have to hide because we could have a big shop for your baked goods. We'd be so popular."

You blushed a little. "You flatter me."

"I mean it."

You tried some of it and hummed. "Woah, that is really good."

"Told you."

You giggled. "Probably can't even tell I'm a princess."

Levi smiled at you. "You will always be one to me. I love you."

You blushed a little. "Love you too."

He wolfed down the pie. "Seriously though honey, this is the best fucking pie I've ever had."

You laughed. "Thank you. I'm thinking that for winter, we sell pies to people. Hunting will be difficult for you in winter and my garden will not be providing much. So, we gotta do something."

"We have plenty of money from selling goods. We have plenty of wood and fur to keep us warm and lots of food."

You smiled. "We do." You gasped. "I have an idea. I could make toys and blankets to sell."

"Mm, yeah! You have made great things for the baby."

"I'll give that a go and that will tie us over for winter with extra cash."

Levi patted his hand on the table. "I'll start fishing in the rivers in the forest."

"Sounds great!"

You held your daughter's little hands above her as she walked in the grass in front of your house. You looked up at Levi as he jogged to a spot. You knelt down and held Kuchel's waist. You pointed at Levi when he knelt and got ready. "See daddy? Run to daddy!"

Kuchel squealed and ran right for Levi. "Dada!"

Levi waved to her. "Come on, Kuchel, come on! Come to daddy!" He smiled and caught her as she fell into his arms. "Good girl!"

You hummed a laugh. "She's getting strong."

"She is."

Your smile faded when you saw two horses get closer. "Oh..." You held your hand up to Levi. "I'll see to them." You walked closer to see the riders were your brother and sister. You gasped and called their names. "What are you doing here!?"

Your brother jumped off his horse and ran for you. He threw himself at you and held you tightly. "I missed you so much. It's been too long!"

Your sister ran and jumped at you both. "I missed you!"

You laughed. "It's good to see you both, but you should leave. If I get found out."

Your sister smirked. "No need little sis, I am Queen."

"What?"

Your bother nodded. "We overthrew our family. We're free. The old laws are gone and you and Levi can be together in public. Come back with us."

You shook your head. "No. This is my home. I love it here. This place is perfect for my daughter and we've started a business, but it could mean we could open a shop finally."

Your sisted smiled softly. "If that's what you desire, then that's what you'll have. I want to finance your shop and I expect a table to be booked for just us two."

"Promise."

Your brother pouted. "I wanted her home."

Your sister laughed. "Me too, but our youngest sister is happy and that's all we wanted."

"Yeah."

She clapped her hands together. "Now, where is my niece or nephew?"

Levi walked over carrying Kuchel. "Your niece is here. This is Kuchel."

"Levi! It's been too long. You look incredible." She gasped when she saw Kuchel giggling. "Oh! Oh she's so cute!"

Your brother whined. "Cute baby."

Levi handed Kuchel to your brother. "Be nice."

"I will."

Levi put his arm around you. "I was talking to Kuchel."

"What?"

You laughed. "He's kidding. She's a good girl."

Your sister wiggled her finger against Kuchel's cheek. "She's adorable." She looked at you. "Are you going to have more?"

Levi kissed the side of your head. "Hopefully."

You nodded. "We're hoping."

"Would you like to stay for lunch? Your sister bakes some amazing pies and treats."

Your bother handed you Kuchel. "Please."

You smiled. "I'll get cooking! I'm so glad you could be here. I really am."