#it's still gross but it also helped that they took time to cut away from the gore by simmering in rika's interiority

[onewholivesinloops]

satorika disembowelment scene is a literal take on the metaphor described in the beginning of minagoroshi, because it's the allegory of satoko taking the pain she's been feeling all this time and reaching into rika and pulling her insides out to make her feel it too. that's basically the type of metaphor satoko would use to express the torture her love for rika has made her feel, so she's cutting open her torso and pulling out her intestines before intimately embracing her and sobbing the feelings she's been circling around all this time by conveying them through hidden messages in the form of murders, with the hope that inflicting this pain on rika would finally make her capable of understanding her, as her feelings of love, hatred, anger and atonement all mix together in a very visceral way in every sense of the word.

[luvyeni]

p. pervbestfriend!han jisung x fem bodied reader | warnings: pure filth, plusy fucking ( poor bear ), panty sniffing, mentions of fleshlight, jisung jerking off to the sound of your voice | words: 0.6k ~ (630) ㆍ₊⊹

request: please do a perv han jisung , your perv series are so good !!

authors note. i hope you like this 🩷!!... it's something😳 i hope it's not too much...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He was gross , he knew it— this was on of your favorite plushies; the one he bought you for your birthday when you were kids, he was sure you’d forgotten about it, he’s bought you so many; surely you would miss this.

But as he stared at the plushy in his hand he thought about your voice earlier on the phone— the way you whined about the missing stuffed bear, claiming you must’ve accident thrown it away, he could hear your voice shaking like you were about to cry; he couldn’t help but palm his hard cock over his sweats, biting his lip as you complained.

After he hung up he pulled out the stuff bear— the poor bear had suffered so much since he took it almost a month ago from your house. The first night he spent an hour rutting his hard cock like a dog in head against the toy a pair of your dirty panties he also took, pressed against his nose as he forced himself to cum over and over soiling the bear with his sticky cum, he did this over and over until he couldn’t do it anymore, the outside was too messy— but that didn’t stop him.

The next time he found himself using the bear is after he came across a video on twitter— of a guys cutting open the middle of plushy, then it cut to him fucking his cock into plushy— that made a lightbulb appear over the boy head, and he soon found himself doing the same, fucking the freshly bear, a photo of you in his hand , the feeling of the stuffed toy had his eyes rolling back drooling, wishing it was you he was emptying his 3rd load of sticky cum into, and not this stupid bear.

And then there’s now, the bear is all worn down, covered in stains that even the washer couldn’t fix, but still it was yours, a pocket pussy that he recently stuffed into hole, giving it a whole new feeling, bouncing it on his cock as you tell him about the recent loss of the favorite panties and how you feel like you’re going crazy because all your favorite things are going missing; first the bear, then your favorite black panties— now it’s your favorite red ones; you could’ve sworn you left in your hamper. “I feel like im losing it sungie.”

He wanted to whimper at the nickname, but he bit his lip, letting you vent, more focused on fucking up into the toy, the pocket pussy filled with his cum, coating his cock as he fucked himself dumb to the sound of your voice wishing it was you. He was gonna cum again, he felt it. “fuck!” he cursed spilling into the toy, pulling out to soil the outside once again. “you okay jisung.”

He hummed coming down from his high. “im okay.” He said, his chest glistening with sweat abdomen covered in his sticky substance. “but I have to go, I hope you find your things.” You hummed back, wishing a good bye before you hung up, tossing his phone to the side, picking up the dirty red panties to his nose, getting hard once again. “sh-shit.”

Maybe he’d return the panties and by you a new bear, saying you must’ve left them at his place when you spent the night— and claiming the bear was just a random gift, cause of course he couldn’t give you this one back, this one was his now, the scent of you long gone, but it still reminded him of you.

His poor dumb best friend, who he loved so much and dreamt of filling to brim with his cum, much like your stuffed toy he bought you when you were kids.

©️LUVYENI

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Slight 14DWY + Blog Changes! 💖

(16/12/23)

Leon will now move away from Corland Bay when he’s 10 years old. Originally, I never really put that much thought into it because it won't be explicitly mentioned in the game, but I figured I might as well make it more accurate now ^^;

Teo is now 26 (instead of 27). Again, zero thought went into this aside from wanting a wider range of ages for the cast — but now I want him to be closer to Jae and Violet’s age — especially considering they were all childhood friends and Violet was in the grade below them.

Elanor is now 30 and Kiara is 29. In the 2017 version, Elanor was originally the eldest sister, but it just didn't feel right to change it in the 2020 version. Day 3 will still be lore accurate, but everything on this blog will need to be retconned.

14DWY Purple (unofficial) will now be changing from #A14BF4 to #9D64FD.

Not a change, but adding more clarification: Angel will still attend university (and Jae and Teo will still be their university friend), but whether or not they enrolled will remain ambiguous! Day 1/2 kinda insinuates that they studied something ("Teo attended some of their classes"), but I wanted it to imply that they could've attended orientation and/or took "mock classes" after high school to see what it's like as well. I may change a few lines in the demo (in the future) to reflect that.

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I'd like to (hopefully) try to remind everyone that whenever I write about Angel on this blog, they are gender neutral. Because if my ass had a dollar for every time someone assumed they were female because of the cutesy/pink themes or how "soft" I made the MC, I'd have enough money to fund voice actors, translators, custom soundtrack, and pay the $100 Steam fee /hj

Changed the crackpot theory tag into an actual tag!! About time sdghjdg

(07/01/24)

Also not a change, but to solidify Haruko's appearance + Ren's likeness a bit more... Haruko is supposed to be an anime character with pink/blue hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. He's a modern day "sorcerer" (a reference to JJK, not a literal fantasy wizard lmao) from an anime called "Attack on Giants" (another reference to "Attack on Titan"); and is very kind, ditzy, and empathetic. All Ren has copied is his hairstyle, vibe, and demeanour. Ren isn't outright cosplaying Haruko, and it'd take an avid anime enjoyer to notice that Ren is attempting to mimic Haruko.

I'll make a poll one day, but I might change Ren's left sleeve tattoo to the spoiler-free placeholder I used in this artwork. A lot of people seem to prefer it, but I'll wait until the poll to make any final decisions.

I might also make another poll to see if perhaps a new BGM theme would better suit the demo. Because in my mind, the "summer/beach location" = acoustic guitar (rather than piano) — and for some reason I get lo-fi vibes from 14DWY??

I don't think anyone has picked up on this subtle shift yet, but Ren will mainly use "he/him" over "he/they" now (since Haruko is a he/him enjoyer 👍). [REDACTED], however, will still greatly prefer "they/he", and will continue to use them interchangeably.

21/02/24 — or search through Obsidian. (Future Sai here.... I have no clue what this means???? What??? T_T)

I'm gonna cut down on the Teo and Ren bullying on this blog (and in general). I don't find it fun anymore, and it genuinely upsets me when people put down certain characters to make others look better (i.e. "Ren has no ass which makes Leon superior >:)" Just say you like Leon... I beg T_T). It also makes me doubt whether Ren is genuinely a good character or not, and it's gross seeing y'all tear down people who genuinely enjoy Teo. Be kind.

(11/01/24)

Eventually, I'd like to turn this meme into an event in the 14DWY Discord to help create an actual landlord for Day 3. The current landlord has always been a meme-y placeholder (I thought the idea would be funny), but looking at how the game is currently, I want 14DWY to be more "serious". The current landlord will eventually be turned into an easter egg!!

Whether or not Jae had bottom surgery will now remain ambiguous. Everyone is now free to headcanon whatever they'd like, so long as it's not offensive or too OOC.

From now on, I'll also try my best to remind everyone that Jae is gay and Kiara is lesbian. I tried not to bring it up frequently because I was afraid it'd come across like "being gay" was their only defining personality trait, but I'm tired of people sending in asks that don't apply to these characters ^^;

I might move all of the curiouscat questions to this blog and archive the account. It's becoming too much of a hassle for me to manage 3+ social media accounts sgkshjj

[annabelle--cane]

tma s1 thing I just caught- in martin and sasha's statements, they both have a moment where they're describing the creature they encountered and stop themselves from using a gendered pronoun and go to "it" instead.

I could see those… thin, silver worms crawling in and out, and their black tips twitching as they squirmed through that… pitted… meat. I mean, it wasn’t human. It can’t have been. Sh-She… It took a step towards me and as it did so the worms began to writhe out of every hole and cavity, falling to the floor in a cascading… wave and starting to crawl towards me with… with alarming speed.

+

I didn’t want to call him Michael; it didn’t seem to fit somehow, and the way he said it made me think that it definitely was not his name. Still, it wasn’t like I had any other name for him. No, not for him. For it.

but martin doesn't refer to jane by pronouns for a while after that passage, and the first time he does is when he's having his "oh god was she just a sick woman I left to die" moment, and after that he reverts to using she and her pronouns for the rest of his statement. conversely, sasha uses it and its for michael the whole way through her statement after that, except for, debatably, this one line near the end. both the snarp and rq official transcripts have is down as "its," but I distinctly hear "his."

I looked up to see Michael, reaching into my shoulder. Its fingers were long and distorted as they reached through my skin, cutting it like paper. I screamed. After a few seconds, it withdrew its hand. Held there was a single silver worm, wriggling pathetically in his grip. I hadn’t even felt the thing burrowing into my arm.

to me these differences are interesting from a few angles, both from the martin/sasha and jane/michael sides of things (also just for clarity I'm going to use she/her for jane and he/him for michael going forward in this post).

michael consistently self-describes as non human, or slightly human but only begrudgingly and against his will, and to sasha's knowledge michael was never human at all, whereas jane is more simply a normal person who got creaturefied, so "it" and other traditionally non human language may just be a better fit for michael's reality than for jane's, but I also think the specific places where sasha and martin switch back to traditionally human pronouns are telling. in michael's case, it is the moment where sasha sees that he's directly saved her life, even though he did so by using a distinctly inhuman aspect of himself: his distorted hands. in jane's case, it's when martin contemplates whether she was in need of help and he abandoned her, and after contemplating that he doesn't try using "it" for her again. sasha re-humanizes michael when he is being vitally helpful, and martin re-humanizes jane when he thinks about her as vulnerable.

I also think martin trying to see jane as non human and not managing to keep it up even a little bit speaks to his reoccurring issue of being inconsistent in whom he dehumanizes and at what times. he wants to see jane as a monster when she's in his line of sight and scary and gross, but once he's away from her and conceptualizes of her as being theoretically vulnerable, he can only see her as a person.

[mayhemories]

please please please do a part two of best friend’s brother with some intense toe curling smut!! 🤭🤭

Best Friend's Brother (pt. 2 Smut)

My first time publishing smut - got nervous! if people like this I will do a pt. 3 in which will be p in v. Also, some tags just are not working so if it doesn't work I'm sorry it was not purposeful.

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: smut, !!!!minors dni!!!!!! Smut. Heteronormative sex, swearing, virgin reader, oral - female receiving etc. smut smut smut. Maybe a lil angsty at the start? Reader is still insecure as was requested in the original request. 

Words: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: 

Aged up, obviously. Direct continuation of Best Friend’s Brother <- which you can find here.

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You and Neteyam had been together for six months. And, undoubtedly, they were the best six months of your life. He was so affectionate, something that took you a little while to get used to, especially in front of others. 

But recently you’ve wanted to take it that one step further, but you just didn’t know how. And it was really, really bothering you. Neteyam wasn’t pushy, but he wasn’t shy the same way you were shy. The two of you spoke about anything and everything. He’s helped you explore a lot of intimacy that you felt like you were missing out on. Heated kisses, open talks, and sometimes Neteyam would write you filthy letters about how he thought about you, how he dreamed about you. And you wished you could return the favour. 

You sighed deeply, pricking yourself with your beading needle again. You were so frustrated. In every sense of the word. 

“What’s on your mind? C’mon spit it out.” Kiri said sharply, still busy with her own beading. You were grateful for Kiri, always. She always stood by you, no matter what. And, where others may drift apart in the situation you two were in, your relationship with Neteyam did nothing but bring you and Kiri closer together. She was practically your sister now. 

But you didn’t know if talking about this, about your sexual frustration with Neteyam, was apropriate conversation to have with your best friend. 

“Nothing, I am just lost in my thoughts today.” You tried to dismiss it, and swallow it down. Though you could feel the blush spreading across your body, and the fire of embarrassment spread between the valley of your breasts. 

Kiri spat out a sarcastic laugh. “Uh huh, you’ve been lost in your thoughts for days then.” Kiri tossed her beading to the ground. The two of you sat outside, in the grass soaking up the sunlight. 

“I don’t know what you could possibly mean.” You said, more focused on your beading now than ever. You were beading a new bodice for a clan dance in a few eclipses time. 

“Okay, so its obviously about Neteyam then.” Kiri started, you threw your beading at her while a small smirk graced her lips. 

She was still your best friend, you just didn’t want to burden her with uncomfortable knowledge. 

“(y/n) you can tell me anything, I won’t be mad, even if its gross.” Kiri assured you, you felt her eyes burning into the side of your head as you covered your face with your hands. Eywa, you were so embarrassing and naive and stupid. 

You knew Neteyam loved you, and in turn, he is an incredible man. He would never think less of your innocence or your shyness. 

But your own brain enjoyed the act of self-sabotage, and you often could not help but to think the lack of sex life was due to your lack of appeal. 

“You have to promise me not to get grossed out!” You say, pulling your hands away from your face, holding Kiri’s eyeline. You knew you were a blushing mess, riddled with anxiety and nausea. 

“I promise! I’m not a child, and I’m not Lo’ak.” She quipped. You chuckled and you tried to put your heart back down in your chest from where it had risen to your throat. 

“Well, Neteyam and I have been together for awhile…” You started playing with your long braids, nervously. Kiri urged you on. “We have been together for awhile, and I love him, you know I do-” 

“Trust me, everyone knows you do.” You ignored Kiri’s interjection, soldiering on. 

“-And I don’t expect us to form a bond anytime soon, of course but…” You felt the burning sensation under your skin, your blood was too loud and the day too bright, everything was causing a sensory malfunction. 

“But what?” Kiri was kind, and she never pushed you further than necessary. 

“Well, I would like to mate with him but I’m so scared and I don’t know how to ask, let alone do anything remotely sexual and I’m afraid Neteyam knows this and that’s why we haven’t done anything yet and I’m just stupid so I would get his hesitancy-” 

Kiri cut your rambling off, laughing. Throwing her head back in the sun, you could see all the stripes that ran across her neck, hiding under necklaces and her com. 

“Have you just asked him?” She asked plainly, once she collected herself. 

You were shocked - just ask him, was she crazy? 

“Well, no I haven’t.” You mumbled, fetching your beadwork from Kiri’s lap, and finding solace in the distraction. 

“That’s where you start, (y/n). There’s no shame in not knowing.” Kiri said softly, sensing your unease. She went back to her own beadwork and did not bring it up again. 

You knew Neteyam would be back any minute. You sat, still working on the fine beading in your new tent given to you as a step into your adulthood. You enjoyed living away from your parents, the solace and independence. But, Neteyam knew you got lonley and stayed with you most nights. 

Tonight was one of those nights. And, Neteyam always comes to you as soon as he finishes his duties. 

You were just going to ask him, like Kiri said. 

That was no big deal, right? You did not know what you were going to say, you were going to ‘go with the flow’ like Jake says sometimes. 

This ‘flow’ made you feel like you were drowning.

Soft lips on your forehead snapped you out of your whirlpool thoughts. 

“My love are you alright? I’ve been talking to you for a minute or two now.” Neteyam said softly, holding both your cheeks in his hands. His eyes scanned your face to find a trace of what was bothering you, your face flushed under his intense stare. 

“I’m sorry Neteyam, there’s been a lot on my mind recently.” You said, smiling. Neteyam took the bait, removing his hands from your face, sitting across from you on the floor, legs crossed. 

“Tell me about it my lovely girl.” Neteyam said, reaching out for one of your hands. Partially because he craved your touch, and partially to distract you from your beading. He had missed you all day, and did not want to share your attention with some beads. 

You sighed softly, taking his hand. Everytime you looked at Neteyam his stomach flipped, he felt butterflies and fell in love all over again, everytime. He did not miss the bright blush that burned across your high cheekbones and nose, and that dipped down into the valley of your breasts. He knew his eyes lingered there for a beat too long, but you did not notice. 

“Neteyam I am embarrassed to ask you this,” His heart dropped into the field of butterflies in his stomach. “But, do you want to have sex with me?” 

He must’ve heard you wrong. His head snapped to yours, finding you looking up at him through your thick lashes, innocently. 

“What?” The word fell from his mouth before he could reel it back in. And, you were quick to jump to the defensive, afraid of upsetting him, of offending him. 

“We do not have to obviously, as I know I am not experienced and maybe that is not what you’re after but-” 

The low growl came from Neteyam’s chest. ‘No experience’ was just a polite term for ‘no one else's’. As far as Neteyam was concerned, if another male looked at you for too long it was reasonable grounds for a fight. 

“You want to have sex with me?” Neteyam asked, he felt all the blood rush in-between his legs. The conversation alone was enough for him. He has wanted you for so long, for too long. But he would never, ever make you operate outside your own terms. 

You smiled, the fleeting confidence that he provided you swelling in your chest. 

“I would want nothing more, my Neteyam.” 

The kiss was hot, and striking. His hands cupped your face, like they had done not all that long ago, but this time, he laid you down, your back to the floor. His strong, muscular frame leaning over you, your chests touching, and one of his knees had found his way between your legs. His tongue wiped your lips, a gentle way to ask for permission. You gave it to him, his tongue fought yours for dominance, briefly, until you submitted to him, like you always did. 

You were still fully clothed, Neteyam too, but the heat was insurmountable. His knee was far from your clothed cunt, but the anticipation caused slick to gather there all the same. 

He pulled away from the kiss, you were thankful for the air but you craved the feeling of him so close. 

“My love you have to tell me if you don’t like something, or if you don’t feel comfortable or if you change your mind, ok?” He whispered into your ear, you nodded, words failing you. “No, use your words babygirl, let me hear you.” Neteyam left paperlight kisses under your ear, and moved to your jaw. 

“Okay.” You said, breathless, barely above a whisper. 

“Good girl.” Neteyam kissed down the column of your neck, sucking and biting. His cainines taking your sweet flesh and leaving dark, purple marks in his wake. Everyone would know who you belonged to now. If there was any doubt before, there would never be again. 

Neteyam’s left hand was still cradling the side of your face, while his right played with the skin at your waist, rubbing up and down, teasing the skin underneath the hem of your beaded top. As he continued the assault on your neck, down to your chest and the straps of your coverings laid, you felt the tip of his tail caress your thigh, his own knee moving up to find your wet core. 

You couldn’t help but moan at all the stimulus. You felt Neteyam stop for a microsecond, but it was enough for you to feel embarrassed, you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, stifling anything else that may humiliate you. 

He pulled away from your chest, leaning over you to look you in the eye, his free hand that had been playing with the hem of your shirt came up to pull your hand away. He placed your hand on his toned, flexing chest. 

“No. No, I want to hear you, don’t be embarrassed.” His thumb swiped across your lip and in an act of lust-induced insanity you opened your mouth and sucked on it. “Never hide from me, my love.” Neteyam smiled lightly, his eyes fluttering closed, he pressed his hips against your own. 

You felt how hard he was against you, your internal walls clenched against nothing, but you felt how soaked your loincloth had become. Neteyam let out his own deep moan. 

“Do you feel me, babygirl? Do you feel what you do to me?” His voice had changed, deep and commanding and alluring. 

It was all too much. You felt the coil in the base of your stomach tightening. 

“Answer me, sweetheart.” Neteyam whispered as he ground into you, his lips attaching themselves to your already bruised neck. Both his hands making quick work of removing your top, discarding it with no care. 

“Yes, yes, I-” Your breath hitched as his mouth found your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud around in his mouth. “I want to feel you inside, Neteyam.” You said bravely, shutting your eyes, you could not control the nonsense that fell from your mouth. You were too fucked out and barely anything had happened yet. It was embarrassing. 

He wanted you nonetheless. 

Neteyam could not help but growl when the sweet words fell from your plush, beautiful lips. He removed himself from your swollen nipple. He took you in, looking at all of you. Your body had a light sheen of sweat, your head was rolled back, lips parted- mewling. You were everything to him. 

Netyam did not hesitate in removing your loincloth as quick as his nimble fingers would allow, sliding the fabric down your legs he took the time to squeeze your thighs and calves. He wanted to consume you, every part. Mind, body and soul, Neteyam would never stop wanting you. He supposed that made him selfish. But, Neteyam had never asked for anything in his whole life, save for you. And, he would be completely satisfied in his existence in this life if all he had was you. 

“Can I taste you my love?” Neteyam asked, using one of his hands to part your legs, wider, his other was massaging the flesh of your thigh. He saw your sopping cunt for the first time and fuck, Neteyam felt wasted. Absolutely toatled. His dick strained against his own covering, twitching at the sight. 

Stunning. 

You nodded, giving him permission. Neteyam pinched your inner thigh, making you squeal in surprise, raising your head slightly you squinted at him. “Words, babygirl. I know you know how to use ‘em.” 

“Taste me, honey. I want whatever you want me to want.” You laid your head back down of the floor of your home, desperate for friction your bare hips bucked upward, and you could’ve sworn you heard Neteyam’s breath hitch. 

He wasted no time in exploring your most private heat. Neteyam ate you like a man starved, your moans doing nothing but spurring him on. 

You wanted to save your first orgasm for his dick, but Neteyam licked and sucked, one of his hands had found your clitoris, and you felt that tight coil in your stomach begin to snap. Instinctively, your hand flew to his hair, nestling in his braids as he hit a certain spot. Back arching, you began to unravel, and unravel quickly. 

“Neteyam, I can’t, I’m going to-” You began to apologise about your approaching orgasam, embarrassed that you could not save it for when he was inside. His fingers worked quickly on your clit, as he pulled his mouth away briefly. 

“Cum for me, my darling girl.” His husky voice sent a shock through your body, his fingers never stalling, his tongue found your heat again, licking, stroking, tasting. His words were enough for you. 

You felt your walls clench, squirting around his sucking mouth, he drew it from you, swallowing it down. You felt him smiling against you, against your shaking, heavily breathing frame. 

Neteyam came up, his arms extended on either side of your head, your felt his hard-on ground into your naked form, his loincloth would be stained from your wetness. You began to come down from your high, Neteyam captured your eyeline. You stared at him, and his smirk, a bead of your own cum on the side of his mouth. You threw your hands over your eyes and face in embarrassment, you couldn’t help it. You felt like you should’ve lasted longer than you did. 

Neteyam loosed a breathy chuckle watching you hide behind your hands, while your shatteringly-beautiful and so very naked form laid under him. 

“Don’t hide sweetheart, I need to see your face baby.” You shook your head in reply, keeping your hands firmly placed against your face. “I see you. I see you despite the fact that you’re too embarrassed to look at me.” Neteyam’s voice was hoarse, his words raw, and you could do nothing but look at him then. 

See him. 

Feel him. 

Love him, 

Entirely.

He smiled when he saw your warm eyes again. And, you knew you were done. Totaled, even.

“I see you.” You spoke softly, worried that if you were any louder this would all fade into nothingness.

He captured you in a strong, burning kiss. And you giggled at the face that you could taste yourself on his lips. 

You decided that you would not be embarrassed around Neteyam anymore. 

[readychilledwine]

Somnophilia

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Somnophilia, or the Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, is the interest or sexual arousal in the idea of having sex with a Sleeping partner. Somnophilia is considered a predatory type of kink or paraphilia. Somnophilia is a pretty interesting kink/paraphilia psychology is still studying.

Some people enjoy it due to the power they feel when their partner wakes up, surprised by pleasure. These partnerships typically have prediscussed consent. Some people enjoy it because they have total power in the situation and have expressed frustration when their partner wakes up. Some people who expressed frustration also referenced using sleeping medication on their partner to prevent them from waking leading psychologists down darker path while studying this kink.

There's a lot of gross things we could get into when discussing somnophilia, but I'll be honest, I'm not interested in discussing the darker side of the kink world on this one. I'm just interested in you all getting to read about Rhys helping reader's delicious dreams come true.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings - mentions of alcohol, reader is asleep (which should be given), Rhys using his powers over the mind for a little bit

Rhys hated long nights away from you.

He hated being trapped in a room with 7 other egotistical males, no advisers involved, trying to talk through issues between them all that had happened years ago while the highest of the Priestesses sat and mediated.

There were times when that poor female needed, no deserved, a drink more than he felt he did, but he knew this was for the fae they all looked after. One united front. A united realm. A goal Rhysand had dreamed of since he was a boy, a goal made possible with the death of Beron and Eris's rise. Now the last hitch was he and Tamlin. And Gods did having to air their dirty laundry to every High Lord piss him off.

He finished the last bit of his wine, annoyed as he held the empty bottle in his hand. It was then a dance of something came across the bond. Something so faint he knew you were projecting it in your sleep, but it had his attention nonetheless.

Rhys went up the stairs, entering your shared chambers as quietly as he could. He was greeted by the soft whisper of his name ringing in his ears like the melody of a siren's spell.

There, laying in the bed that until recently he slept alone in, was you with your head buried into his pillow. He could tell by the half empty wine glass and the book on the bed, you had drifted off to sleep suddenly. He approached slowly, studying the silk and lace nightgown adorning your body as he took off his own clothing.

It was then that it hit him, another soft moan of his name as your legs shifted, rubbing together before subconsciously falling slightly apart, exposing your glistening core to him. The scent of your arousal flooded his nose, intoxicating him as he crawled on top of you, holding your mind in that blissful dreamy state.

His cock twitched as he stared at your wet folds, at your cunt just squeezing around nothing. You looked so peaceful, so happy, so submissive and usable. He held your mind a little tighter, waiting until you moaned again to shift you and place one of your legs on his hips.

He ran his cock through your folds, biting his lip to hold back a moan at the wetness and warmth that greeted him. Rhysand then tool a breath, centering himself before entering you slowly inch by inch. Your lips fell open into the perfect o, breath stilled, a more desperate whimper left your mouth as he began to move in and out of you.

Rhysand had not felt control like this in years. He cherished every deep plunge, every drag of him against your soft walls. He cherished the way your breath was hitching, moans falling more spurring him on.

He could feel your mind starting to fight to wake up as he dragged down the night gown and exposed your breasts to himself. Your peaked nipples were like a treat just sitting and waiting, aching for his mouth and hands.

He didn't have time for that right now, though. You were on the brink of orgasm. He felt every sped up pulse of you, every wiggle. He released your mind right as your core tightened. You woke up barreling through an orgasm, hips lifting as your leg wrapped around a body.

You realized it was Rhysand slowly, a smirk playing on your lips as he took the nod you gave him as permission. His rough hands moved to your ass, gripping the plush flesh there, and he began pounding.

Each thrust was so hard, so deep, you had to put a hand on the headboard to stop yourself from being slammed into it. Rhysand's eyes had squeezed shut, and his head had fallen back between his shoulder blades. Two large wings littered with scars appeared behind his back as he began to growl in pleasure. They flared wide in dominance as you screamed for him, falling off the edge quickly for a second time.

"Gods, yes!" Your back arched off the bed as you gripped the satin sheets in your hands. "Fucking use me, Rhys. Feels so good, baby. So fucking good."

He growled again, moaning your name in response. "Almost there," he ground out. "Tell me where, darling."

"Inside me," the answer was so desperate. You were so close to that third orgasm. "Need you to fill me. Been so long."

Too damn long, Rhys said to himself mentally. He felt you begin pulsing again, a whine of his name leaving your throat, and it ripped him over the edge. The windows and house shook as he roared, spilling so deeply into you that you would leak his seed for weeks.

Rhys collapsed into you, chest heaving in time with yours as he buried into your breasts. "I-" He began, blinking as he realized what he had done, the line he potentially crossed. "I do not know what came over me."

You hushed him, bringing his lips to yours with a smile. "You just needed some control, Rhys. It's okay. I'm always happy to oblige my High Lord."

He rolled off of you, taking your nightgown with him, and began pulling you under the covers, snuggling deep into you. "Let's sleep, y/n."

"Of course," you reached up, kissing him deeply again. "Just don't be surprised when I wake you up with my lips wrapped around you."

Rhysand's eyes snapped open, looking down at you. "You beautiful wicked little creature. There are no words for how deeply I love that dirty mind of yours."He leaned down to kiss you.

"I love you too, my handsome, intelligent, and powerful mate. Goodnight, Rhysand."

"Goodnight, y/n Darling. I'll be looking for you in my dreams."

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Domesticated

Daryl Dixon x reader

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

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You laid in bed, cuddling your big, fluffy beast of a man. Propped up on your elbows that rested on his chest so you could press sweet kisses to his snout while the rough pads of his paws ran over the soft fat of your thighs and butt. You had just gotten out of the shower while Daryl had offered to warm the bed for when you got back.

Even with the winter being as cold as it was, you were,you were perfectly comfortable being in the nude underneath only the large deer pelt Daryl had gifted you as his courting gift that you had ever so excitingly accepted when the days started getting shorter, and with accepting the pelt you also accepted his offer of marriage.

Which was something you hadn't entirely realised as it happened.

You had been invited to come over for dinner and you had stayed with him in his basement room overnight and only kisses and cuddles were shared after he gave you the pelt.

When you came back upstairs the next morning Carol had embraced and congratulated you, asking if the newlyweds would like some breakfast.

Your little sign of shock had Daryl almost regret not being more forward about it until Carol enthousiastically spoke up about it and Daryl only sensed happiness and love coming from you.

"So, the pelt is like my wedding ring?" You three shared breakfast and talked. Carol snooped about your first night together and got disappointingly boring answers, and Daryl explained how werewolf relationships worked and tried to adapt them to you being a human together.

So here you sat at your back porch. A large sheet covering the white painted floofing as you held the squirel carcass with your bare hands and cut away at the skin with a grimace on your face.

Next to you your loving husband laid on the floor, rolled over on his back and laughing.

Well, as far as laughing went in his shifted form.

The first time he had you do this was a nightmare.

Daryl came home with a couple of hunted squirels, throwing them at you and letting you know he caught dinner and you were preparing it.

Sitting on the porch you watched in horror as Daryl showed you how to skin the little creature and prepare it for cooking.

When he handed you one you took it reluctantly, being way out of your comfort zone while Daryl laughed.

"Yer the one who mentioned havin' kids. I'm the one teachin' ya how to be a good werewolf momma before I even think of puttin' a pup in ya."

You complained all the way through the job, and Daryl helped you a lot those first few times.

Now as you were at the squirel business again he had shifted so he couldn't help you. Not physically but also not even verbally as he couldn't talk. You almost didn't want to feed him the squirel after you finished it.

Not that you'd need to take it apart for him, he'd swallow it whole.

"It's for the babies." You kept telling yourself as you almost cried when you stuffed your hands into its chest cavity to pull the innards out. "Gods, I can't believe you shove your entire head between a deer's ribs to eat. So gross.."

While it wasn't technically a complaint, Daryl still decided to fake offense and dramatically turn away from you, plopping down with his tail almost in your squirrel and loudly grumbling like you hurt his feelings.

"Just know that if you ever feed them whole squirels you're the one bathing them." You swat his tail away from the dead animal and slump back as you continue to reluctantly carve it up.

At least you had dinner prep almost done now.

Together with the potatoes coming in from Hilltop and the locally grown greens you managed to put together a decent meal for the two of you.

Like you agreed on you ate dinner together at the table, even if you had been spending all day at home. Dinner was one constant at home to both be normal people for a moment.

As you ate you felt eyes on you, knowing full well what that look was but you ignored it to the best of your ability and continues to eat.

Untill Daryl decided ro mumble a question with his mouth full. One you didn't quite make out and had you look up.

Right into his big, sad puppy eyes that looked down at the meat on your plate and back at you, pleading to trade.

There was a lot people didn't know about Daryl. One of those being his hidden talent for giving puppydog eyes that rivaled even little Jude and RJ's.

One quick glance was all it took for you to give in and trade some of his potatoes for your portion of meat.

A sigh leaves your smiling lips as he happily chows down on his dinner.

After Daryl washed the dishes that you dried and put away after, you decided to go for a shower.

He loved it when you washed his hair, scratching the collected dirt off his scalp and massaging fhe soap through his hair. If you didn't need to preserve water he could stay in there like this with you for the whole night.

When you were done he'd always return fhe favor. Washing your hair with the same care as you did for him.

One thing you did without fail was make sure to be out of the shower before Daryl had the water shut off.

As you stood on the ratty old bathmat you watched Daryl's figure as he shook the water off him like a wet dog, his long hair slinging waterdrops everywhere.

Your little after shower ritual was nowhere near as thorough as it was in the old world, but whemever Daryl brought back sealed bottles of lotion you'd make sure to treat your skin nicely while your hair sat wrapped in a towel and Daryl watched you while he air-dried on the edge of the tub.

You loved to watch him through the mirror, staring lovingly at your butt while you lathered yourself in lotion, and caked moisturizer on your face. After massaging it all in you went to towel dry your hair as you let the rest of you continue to air-dry.

Once you had your hair dried and brushed you moved over to brush Daryl's as well. Carefully plucking at the tangles and being relieved when you didn't find any knots you couldn't save and had to cut out.

Living alone in the house was a blessing, being able to walk around the upper floor in nothing but a towel without having to worry anyone would see you as Daryl snatched the towel off you to hang over the edge of the tub before joining you in bed.

It might have been early, but as long as he got to cuddle you he'd be in bed any hour of the day.

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A/N: So much fluffy goodness! Do you enjoy the fluff? Or would you enjoy more smut?

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Carry On My Wayward Child [Part 1]

Ω PJO IMAGINE Ω

PROMPT: When a dream makes the reader unable to settle, they decide to take a walk, converting their dream to reality.

Reader encounters Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth on the run when they have a dream that makes them go out and see a sick Annabeth with a tired, injured Luke and Thalia. They take them in, saving them, and encounters them years later when they remembered a kind stranger.

a/n: Reader is neutral; no specific pronouns or descriptions used. Referred to as Y/N. Roughly college/university age. [Ao3 LINK] | [2] [3] [4]

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Being in college sucks. If it weren’t for the fact an authenticated paper by a post-secondary education would be vital for job seeking, then you would’ve long given up this damn paper a long time ago. Your mind is swarming with information, thesis, structures, and your brain stuck onto stretching your words as much as possible to fulfill the bare minimum word count.

You groan, dropping your head into your propped hands, closing your strained eyes as words start to swarm off the paper, flying around like gnats. Even if you wanted to keep pushing forward, your energy was severely depleted into the long night so it was futile to keep pursuing.

You curse the paper to pieces, while also praying to every god you could think of to either end its existence or something-

Your head pulsed with exhaustion, and you push yourself away from the table, hands outstretched to the limit. The legs of the chair scrape loudly in protest against the floor, both you and the chair teetering precariously. You winced at the noise but then remembered you lived alone but habits die hard. Your fingers grip the edge as you look towards the window.

It is very much late. Very much night.

The moon is big and full, the light it shines down giving a soft glow that soothes you. Just a bit.

Just enough to realize you’re really tired and you really need sleep.

You stand up from your chair, halfheartedly cleaning up your work station and turning off the lights. You quickly brush your teeth, to feel slightly less gross and to get rid of the seemingly never ending consumption of caffeine, before body-slamming yourself into your bed. Burrowing in the covers and resting your weary head into the pillow, it took you a moment for your body to relax in softness before darkness took over.

A pause. Some peace until you find yourself witnessing a scene.

A scene of three kids, a boy and two girls. Each being younger then the other. They were running through the night, constantly looking over their shoulders as roars and screeches of what could only be considered as monsters. You watch as they run and you can’t help react to every time they stumble, gasp, and basically whatever hell these kids are going through. You see them wield what could only be weapons, slashing and tumbling through the monsters, as they explode into golden dust.

There’s a blur transition and with a golden explosion of dust, you see the kids hide underneath a very familiar bridge. Darkness covers them as they nervously peer out from their current reprieve, the light of the full moon almost blinding. You hear thundering footsteps, like elephants stampeding through, with clicks of claws or whatever it could be. They blur through you and you see what could be only a demented wolf growl and you see its maw consuming you-

You gasp out and curse from your dream, sweat sticking to your skin. Your heart thumping against your chest wildly is your only tether to reality as it reminds you that you are very much alive. You look around, your brain on adrenaline mood.

Seeing as you’re still in bed and in your home, you feel the strings holding you up cut, and you fall back into bed. You’re too tired to deal with this so you try to sleep. But you toss and turn in your sleep, the light of the moon seems to be brighter and is preventing you from sleeping.

Frustrated, you sit up in bed and rub your hands over your face. You decide to get a drink, not wanting to go back to your paper. You quench your first and your brain can’t help think to the kids in the dream, silently wondering if they were thirsty-

Shaking your head to get rid of that image, you decide to take a nice hot shower to feel clean.

That helped you feel more human but now you were more awake-

You glance at the clock and groan at the fact it wasn’t even that long since you went to sleep. Your body was on edge and your brain couldn’t help wander back to the dream. You noted that the bridge was one you were familiar with and wasn’t that far in terms of walking distance-

Whining at you were about to do, you decide to take a walk; if anything, to soothe your paranoid brain and see that there weren’t any kids underneath the bridge-

Is what you would’ve liked to say as you had bent yourself over the bridge railing. You didn’t feel like slipping down the incline to check the kids were there, but as you bent over, you saw three suspiciously kid shaped shadows extend forwards on the ground that that bridge started off. You bent even further, hands locked tightly on the railing and your eyes blown wide in surprise as you saw those exact three kids in the dream.

This surprised you so much so that you lost your grip and your view point of the world flipped over and plummeted. You let out a yell, air whipping past you and like an invisible hand was helping you, you found your body flipping and slowing down. A voice whispered to your ears, making your body move on its own.

The next thing you knew you had landed perfectly well on the ground, but there was still shock waves going through your entire body, jittering your nerves. You wondered how you even pull off that move without obliterating your legs, but you weren’t going to be ungrateful whatever happened for you to pull off the landing and still have your legs and every limb function still working.

There was a glint from your peripheral and you looked towards it, to only see the boy holding what could only be a bonafide swear-to-gods dagger at you. It was shaky, scattering whatever light it caught and you looked at the wielder. The boy had blue eyes and sandy blond hair. You saw someone shifting behind him and your eyes saw a girl with black hair and shockingly electric blue eyes, wearing all black and in her arms…her eyes were closed with a scrunched up face, but you remembered in your dream that the girl had gray eyes, so if you had to guess-

“Who are you? What do you want?!” questioned the boy as he pointed his weapon towards you as if it to threaten (in your mind you could only see that he saw you as something like a lion that had gotten stuck in its cage and he was desperately holding you back).

You raised your hands up as a friendly gesture and felt your throat dry up. You debated whether or not if you were going to tell the truth, that you came out here based on a whim and lo and behold they were here.

You heard a bone shaking howl and you turned to it, confused but also nerved since it was the dead of night. You heard shuffling and turned to the kids, they’re eyes wide with alert, weapons readied at where the howl was coming from and at you.

The dream of the monsters popped in your head and you were starting to wonder if the monsters were really there-

You licked your cracked lips before deciding to take a limb.

“My name is (y/n), I’m just a college student that went on a walk after a bad dream…” you started and watched their reactions. They seemed to not believe you and you remembered the weight of your wallet in your pocket. You reached a hand to your pocket and saw the boy stiffen. You stopped but kept your hand near your pocket, “I’m just going to grab my wallet in my pocket, alright? If you don’t believe my words, I can show you my college ID okay?”

You slowly lowered your hand and the boy’s dagger followed its movement. You felt your throat tighten at the gesture but you kept your wits. Les you lose a limb really.

You grabbed your wallet and slowly opened it, revealing its content. You picked your college ID and slowly taking it out, holding it up between your fingers. You then flicked it towards the kids and the boy looked between the ID and you for a moment.

He kept his eyes on you while slowly kneeling to pick it up, his eyes glancing at the ID before really reading it. His face was bewildered and saw the girl behind him get up to read it too, as if to verify it. You hoped they were just staring at your goofy face of your ID that was just ridiculous looking.

You gave a shaky smile, “I appreciate it if you didn’t, y’know throw it in the river or break it please. I get a college ID for free at first but to replace it, I have to spend like $20 bucks each time to get it replaced.”

The kids looked at you then at each other, whispering as if to debrief. You heard the howl again and it sounded closer-

You saw the kids jump and the girl behind them whimper as you looked around. You weren’t sure if the monsters were coming but as you looked at the kids now that you weren’t going to be immediately stabbed, you saw their state.

They were tired, dirty, and injured. The girl behind them was the same but she had a weird flush to her face and you felt your body turn cold. It wasn’t that warm outside and their clothes seemed very bare minimum and had tears in them. You weren’t sure how long they were on the run for but now you were here, you couldn’t find it in yourself to abandon them.

“Hey-“ their heads whipped at you and you felt your voice dying inside you for a moment, before you summoned the courage back. “-I don’t know why you kids are out this late, or why you’re under the bridge, but you can’t stay here.”

“Where do you think we can go then?” asked the boy, his voice grating with annoyance and fatigue.

“My place”

They seemed surprised and more on edge.

“Look, I get it I’m not the most believable person right now, and I get you don’t want to listen to a stranger who fell off the bridge, but I you need to trust me. I’m a lone college student and I have a place for you to sleep. You can sleep for just the night, take a shower, eat, or whatever, but you’ll warm and safe.”

The final two words seemed to trigger something in them, making them more miserable. Faintly you heard some latin? Pig latin? Words? But not really? But then you saw them arguing…no pleading to the other, their hand gesturing to the little girl behind them.

“-please-“

“We can’t. We don’t know this person and who knows, maybe she’s a monster in disguise-“

“I know that! But Annabeth’s fever is-“

You heard about the fever, and you definitely can’t let them stay out. Staying out in the night is already risky, but with a fever? That was a death sentence. You may be a struggling college student and barely call yourself an adult, but you were enough of an adult that you couldn’t just leave these kids alone-

“But what if-“

“Look, your little sister right there isn’t looking good,” you say, stepping forward. At least you assumed they were siblings. They each shared similar characteristics with one or the other. Their bodies stiffened and you made a stern face.

“And like, I know I’m repeating myself and by gods, do I know you shouldn’t be listening to a stranger this late at night, but trust me when I say when I’m not going to hurt you. I can’t walk away in good conscious when I know I can get you kids to be safe for just a night nor can you let your sister sleep outside when she has a fever. If you follow me to my place, you can be rest assured she’ll survive the night then sleeping out in the cold. I swear I won’t hurt you or any of you.”

The two kids looked at each other before the girl spoke up next. “Do you swear?”

“I swear.”

“Do you swear on the river Styx?”

You felt something in the air chill as you faintly remembered that the River Styx was something from Greek Mythology. You could feel something in your brain shift as you held up your hand and crossed your heart with the other. ‘Weird question but-‘ you said in your mind before opening your mouth, “I swear on the River Styx and cross my heart to die.”

You watched the kids’ eyes widen and mouth gape open with something akin to fear. You felt something inside you tighten and the air seemed to snap. The kids looked at each other before nodding as the boy held his dagger at you.

“If you try anything funny-“

“I swore didn’t I? Have some faith in that then” you said before gesturing to the kids to follow.

You watched the boy piggyback the girl onto his back, his face softening when looking at her with you recognized was sibling love, while the other girl helped him while also threatened you with a spear now.

Not going to lie, it was kind of working.

(somewhere, some part in you quietly whispered to you that their weapons couldn’t hurt you. But you didn’t want to tempt fate (even if they didn’t hurt you, it gave them some sense of control and safety so might as well believe it eh?))

You led them to your place, the kids following behind you with a a dagger trained on your back. You were glad and cursed it was so late in the night but you swore, and you couldn’t turn them away for any other good reasons now.

You showed them the door and took out the key unlocked it, opening the door. As it creaked open, you winced at the noise but you felt something shift behind you. You took a moment to glance back and something in your chest became more unsettled.

The two older kids seemed to stare into the darkness of your place, with something akin to fear. You saw their jaws tightened, as if they were ready to streak and you knew at that point, that something really bad happened to them.

What you weren’t sure.

But you were starting to feel like you didn’t want to know. Shouldn’t know.

You stepped inside and quickly flipped on the lights, steeling your nerves as you didn’t hear them step in after you. You already got them this far, which was already what you least expected.

You took off your jacket, shuddering at how cold the exterior was. You were only outside for a short while and the cold was already clinging to it. How cold it must’ve been for those kids with the bare minimum of essentials?

You turned to the kids who had stepped the foothold of the door, but look ready to book for it at the slight thing going wrong.

“Alright, welcome to my humble abode, I guess” you tried to say with a lighthearted tone. “It’s not much but it satisfies the basic human needs.”

You saw the raised skeptical eyebrow and thought, 'Sheesh, tough crowd.'

“Come on, close the door before you let all the heat out” you said, before dropping the keys in a bowl, “Let me put on the kettle first then I’ll show you your rooms”. As you filled the kettle, you used that brief solace to gather your wits. Only temporarily because you could feel the kids watching you from the corner.

With the kettle on, you lead them through the house and to one of the guest rooms. You gestured to the door and opened it, flipping on the light quickly. It was a bit dusty but not as bad when you first came to the place; since you, more often then not, had your fellow classmates crash in these beds when they blacked out; whether from alcohol or the soul crushing weight of schoolwork.

You gestured to the Queen-sized bed, “Set her over there, let me grab some extra pillows and blankets” you said before going to the closet. You were sure you had some over here-

“Are you sure you’re a college student?”

You turned and saw them look around, observing the room and looking at you skeptically. Your arms were full of pillows and blankets. You stared for a moment before going to the bed, plopping it down.

“Yeah, you saw my ID right, which by the way I really need back-“

“But how come you’re alone in this old house?”

You turned to them as you realized.

“Ah-“ you started before leaning against the metal bedpost to hide the anxiousness in your body, “Funny thing really. When I was applying for colleges, I wanted to save money along the way cause remember kids, tuition is expensive-“ you stammered, “And then we remembered we had distant aunt we somewhat keep into contact with and my parents managed to talk into her letting me stay over here for my college tuition with being the housekeeper and stuff while she gone overseas time to time.”

“A distant aunt? Overseas? Really?” that last part was definitely sarcastic.

“Yeah yeah, sounds too good to be true” you said, before patting the bed, “Come on, set her down, you look like you’re about to collapse and drop her.”

The boy looked at the girl for a moment before taking their little sister to the bed. As soon the girl was set on the soft covers, she made a noise of content and burrowed herself in the blankets. You smiled before stretching and gestured to the room.

“I guess you want to sleep in the same room?” you clarified.

The other two nodded and you hummed. “Thought so. Anyway, there’s a small toilet and sink here, but when you want to get cleaned up, you have to use the bathroom down the hall. Otherwise, chairs, desk, closet, are all for you guys to use.”

You scooched past them and gestured to them to follow. You showed them the basic layout of the house and showed them where the towels were.

“I’ll go grab the kid’s Tylenol and some stuff for your sister. You can do what you want and stuff, but just don’t mess anything alright?” you said. You stared at them, waiting for a response, but they stared at you.

“Oooookay then” you said, awkwardly before leaving them alone and as you turned the corner, you placed your face in your heads and wondered,

What in the world were you doing?

[To be continued...]

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a/n: I realized I had this idea for a while, wrote it down, forgot I had it written, realized it was getting verrry long and now its in parts. So here you go everyone. Maybe I got hyped back from the liveaction Percy Jackson trailer or something, but I went SPEED.

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Recalling Gold

Warning: Nsfw Brief description of fingering, Night terrors, neck injury but its a dream, panick attack, Khopesh doesn't understand how to comfort, he's doing his best though. Hurt comfort

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Another follow up this time to Saving Water, which itself is a follow up to Severe Miscalculation. Both found here.

After a Massive acceleration in your relationship with the neighbor's Nightlord, you have to come to grips with some painful memories.

After Khopesh had thoroughly "cleaned" your insides...

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You groaned as your Nightlord went from petting your damp flesh to pumping three fingers inside your gummy walls. "! Khope-AH!!" It was so wonderful! But also too much, causing you to wriggle and squirm against Khopesh's unyielding chest.

He took exceptional glee in watching you convulse between grinding on his hand, and trying Desperately to get away from the overstimulation.

"MmmMm....ahhhp." He laved his broad tongue up your neck, sampling the taste of your skin dappled with water.

"Mm-MM! T-too much I-"

He nipped at his Lullaby's earlobe, Just sharply enough before pulling the soft delicate flesh into his mouth.

His actions sent tremoring shivers down your body as his fangs and tongue continued to lavish it inside his hot wet mouth!

"AH!" The tremors enhanced the pleasure rippling out from his fingers, and you reached your peak.

Breathlessly whimpering with a voice only he could hear, the tension in your body reached its apex. Your muscles straining and trembling against the hard wall of muscle and flesh behind you, as the aftershocks slowly ebbed.

As you lay there panting, with the overstimmulated half numb sparks still twinging from you core, Khopesh languidly removed his hand from your thoroughly used insides.

"Hmmm~" The Nightlord hummed, bringing the hand up to his face.

Tired as you were you did Not want him to smell it. The thought made you mortified with embarassment. "Please don't-"

Too late, but not the way you thought.

Khopesh proceeded to run his long tongue over the three fingers he'd just fucked you with, as if he was licking stray icing and not the acidic natural lubricant your body produced.

You were too drained to argue. So you settled for letting out the most disappointed embarassed groan you could muster while laying against the living mountain behind you with a huff.

"You're so gross..."

"Pfft," Khopesh snorted, but took no offense, instead gingerly lifting you from the floor, and finally turning off the shower.

You'd been hoping to get more time with him, but your raisin hands told you that you'd probably need to choose a less...wet setting for your next encounter.

Or at least one where your family wouldn't be footing the water bill.

"I am merely returning the favor." He stated, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

He strode out and placed your limp spaghetti body on the toilet. He then snatched fluffy towel, and wrapped it around your body, followed by another coming over your head.

"Besides..." He spoke softly, using the towel to frame your face like curtains as he brought his face close to yours.

"What kind of man would I be if I flinched from my Lullaby's scent? Not like I would anyway, your odor is not terribly pungent compared to the air of Nostromo, in fact it mostly smells like protein and flesh."

You felt his...compliment?? Scent description?? Reassurance?? But it also caused a new blush to erupt over your already heated skin.

His intense focus and proximity didn't help.

"D-dont just say that kind of thing!" You squeaked, pulling the sides of your face towel in and cutting you off from his dark eyes.

Not like it helped you could still feel his twinkling amused gaze and hear his low chuckling as you flusteredly dried your hair.

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You both settled into bed. Not your regular twin, but the larger guest bed that could accomidate the both of you. (You texted your father to let him know you'd be sleeping in here, and wouldn't panic when you weren't in your normal room. You...simply omitted the full reasoning for it.)

Though you said he needn't feel compelled, he Insisted on remaining at your side for the night.

"Isn't Gary going to be home soon? I'm sure he'll wonder where you are..." Gary and Nancy being your elderly neighbors, one of whom was on a trip to see family.

Khopesh's expression took on an...exasperated air. "Vada has left on an overnight fishing trip with an old acquaintance...who's own space marine is apparently ludicrously territorial." He huffed. "And Muti's travel plans could not accomidate me easily. She preferred I stay home to watch over things...and make sure you did things properly." He added the last bit, with just a slight snide edge.

"You sure they didn't make you stay just so you wouldn't spook their company into cardiac arrest?" You responded dryly, knowing Full well Khopesh's propensity for pranks.

The ceiling drop voice mod combo that got you into this track of events being his favorite tactic.

You actually saw his cheeks darken a bit. "N-no! I would be perfectly behaved if either of them brought me! There was simply things to tend to here!"

"Like pranking then fucking me in a stall?"

"As if!" Khopesh harumphed. "That was not a duty, it was a pleasure." He growled pulling you closer. "A surprise one at that. One of the few boons of being stuck here alone."

Alone...ah, that made sense.

"Well," You adjusted yourself a bit. Honestly surprised this much physical contact was coming so naturally. "Just be careful when dad gets home. He'll probably be here late, but he always checks on me. I want to introduce you two....properly."

You could see the gears turning in his devious head.

"And No, you are not allowed to scare my dad."

"I wasn't going to..." He assured followed by a much quieter. "much."

You narrowed your eyes.

He averted his gaze, then sighed. "...Fine."

You let the disapproving look melt of your face. Replacing it with a slightly smug. "Good boy."

You saw another slight blush raise in his pale skin and he grumbled before turning out your light.

He kept one arm on you, and despite not sleeping with others often, (Most recent time you could remember was your mother comforting you during a panic attack, and you didn't stay the whole night.) You slotted yourself into his side, and the exhaustion from the days excitement was quickly pulling you under.

Your last thought was that you'd wished you'd grabbed some of your comfort items from your bedroom. But that was quickly forgotten as you drifted off.

...

You often dreamed.

Sometimes you didn't even remember what occurred when you woke.

Other times it came like fragments, all shifting colors and odd nuances from the day previous. Manifesting as brief glimmers of realities where you could be fully clothed at an aquarium one minute, then exposed in front of an auditorium of people where you were accepting your PhD in Medieval Weaponry the next and Nobody seemed to notice.

However, even those stress dreams paled in comparison to your true nightmares.

Odd landscapes where logic dictated you run through an obstacle course to earn points that would extend the life of a beloved pet, only for the mechanism to stop working and you watched helplessly as the numbers ticked down.

Only able to hold your sweet friend, and cry, until you woke and remembered they'd passed months to years ago, leaving you to actually start weeping.

Grief, trauma, it was funny like that.

Funny in how it could manifest despite years going by.

Especially if something lay...unresolved.

You were outside, fixing a leaning fence panel with your trusty elven rope, hay twine.

Your mother, who was somewhere in your peripheral, had always told you how she loved hay twine. How like elvish rope in stories it would hold strong, but could always be untied.

At least...you should be able to. This patch was giving you trouble.

Sweeeeetiebiiiiiiird

Your moms nickname, she was calling you, you swiveled your head around. It sounded like it was coming from the house but you couldn't be sure-

Something bright in the distance caught your eye, something that twinkled and reflected the light of the sun.

Sweetiebiiiiiiiird

Your mother's voice called again, slightly more insistent, definitely coming from behind you. But where?

'Mom?'

No answer...

Dread filled your soul as you frantically looked for your mother.

You glanced back to the field, you saw the silhouette behind the sun's glare, it was coming closer.

'No!...NO NO NO! MOM! MOM!'

You cried but your voice was hollow and dry. You wanted to run, but your legs felt like they were sinking into the earth, your hands now tangled and bound in the rope that was your tool.

Trapped, as the golden beast strode closer and Closer!

Sweetiebird? Come on, dear, we need to go...

If you don't come I'll have to come find you...

What!? No, NONONOON O ONONONO!

'He's here! He'll kill you! Run, run away! RUN AWAY!!' You begged with your ashen, volumnless voice, trying frantically to turn, to move, anything anything but this!

Crack!

A sickening sound echoed and your gaze fell to the ground below. Everything going sideways.

You saw your body slumped to one side. You smelled burning ozone and static.

You saw a pillar of shining gold, standing like an obelisk, in each massive hand it held one of your parents.

Strung like dolls, held by the necks like hunting trophies.

It's soulless red gaze turned to your removed head.

And you saw its golden helm split into a horrific grin, filled with sharp nashing mutilating teeth, and dripping half coagulated chunky blood.

Then you felt the ground below what was left of you give way, as the monster spoke.

"The Emperor Loves You."

"GASP!"

You shot up.

Which greatly confused the Nightlord residing on the other side of the mattress.

Beneath you was the spare bed. The pressure both comforting and smothering, the familiar contours of your guest room met your rapidly adjusting eyes.

But you still felt...you felt-

You needed water.

You clambered out of bed much to the surprise of Khopesh.

Your hands trembled as you ran the cold water. Cupping and splashing some onto your face.

Applying some to your neck, even splashing some up your arms and rubbing them up and down as you tried to regain control of your breathing.

"It was just a dream...just a dream..." You repeated, over and over, splashing water and running your hands over your neck. "Just a dream, you're alive, you're Fine, it was Just a dream..."

"Lullaby?"

You whipped your head around to see the huge figure of Khopesh still in the dark hallway.

Even without his armor you marveled at how you hadn't heard him move. But that thought was quashed when you saw your frazzled state in the mirror.

Red faced, still trembling with hard breathing, dripping with water and sweat.

You were a mess.

"Ah, I'm- I'm fine!!" You quickly tried to pull yourself together. Grabbing a hand towel to both dry and hide your face. "I just...had a bad dream. You don't have to be worried."

Khopesh did not look convinced. He leaned down to meet you at eye level, and his gaze was disturbingly serious.

"I do not believe you." He said flatly. "And I do not Like liars."

Embarassment burned and you felt frustrated and slightly hurt tears budding at your eyes.

"I'm Not Lying!" You shot back, your voice totally not wavering or cracking at all. "Maybe I just don't want to tell you about the awful shit I just had to relive-"

"SNRK-KK-Kk"

Khopesh whipped his head with a barely suppressed snarl on his lips at the interruption.

You recognized the sound and immediately hissed "Shut up!"

The Nightlord was stunned by your abrasive tone. But you continued before he could retort.

"It's just my dad, you idiot! Haven't you ever heard somebody snore before!?" You chewed him out at a whisper, before pushing past him and into your parents room.

Inside your father slept, naturally keeping to his side of the bed, even without your mother present.

"Snk! Kr krk krk kk..." You felt your coiled awful tension slowly unwind as you examined your father's breathing.

It was fine. He was fine.

Khopesh meanwhile was confused. Had you not told him to Avoid being seen by your father together?

You had to know he'd follow you, but...you seemed utterly distracted by something else.

Ever since you woke suddenly.

You strode past him back to the guest room and picked up your phone. Scrolling through the recent texts you saw one recently from your mother to the group chat for your farm.

She was fine, you were Fine. You finally let a shaky exhale leave your mouth, and slumped to sit in a heap on the bed.

Khopesh meanwhile stood awkwardly in the hallway, unsure of what to do next.

But seeing you look so...small, so alone in that room...he felt compelled to follow.

He took a seat next to you, and waited.

...

...

...

"...i'm sorry..."

Khopesh cocked his head, why were you apologizing?

"...i shouldn't have called you an idiot." You explained, meeting his dark gaze. "But I Wasn't Lying. I had a bad dream. Then I had a panic attack. It happens sometimes..."

The awkward silence drew out as Khopesh thought over his next words.

"I...was not referring to that." He responded.

Now you looked at him with confusion, he elaborated.

"You said you were 'fine' when you clearly weren't. I did not like that you were trying to hide your pain from me."

Khopesh brought his large pale hand to your face, gently thumbing the tear tracks still present.

"How am I to care for and protect you if you are not Honest with me?"

You-You felt the awful scrunching sensation in your face. The one that always preceeded tears that you did Not want seen.

"Snff! I just...I don't like people seeing me cry...I'm-im supposed to be the strong one you know?" You gestured vaguely, as he brought your face into both hands.

The floodgates were opening. "I've got to keep this place going, and my actual job, and housesitting and its tough! But...I love it! I wouldn't trade it for anything! You know Maybe I'd like some extra help..."

"But what really scares me, is that I almost Lost it all. I just...I just want my family to be safe..."

Safe?

"What do you mean?" Khopesh asked, this place was exceptionally safe, and that was not him shooting his own bolter, though he did contribute.

When he first came he faced veiled threats from no less than three white scars, outright threats from an Iron Warrior, And disturbing riddle speak from a wandering Death Guard.

It was only his devotion and bond with his Vada and Muti that gave him a pass.

His Lullaby averted their gaze, he may not be the Most emotionally intelligent, but he could tell when someone was recalling something discomforting.

"Something...bad happened." They said simply. "It was before you came here. And it involved...a Custodes."

Khopesh saw and felt your shudder.

A Custodes?

When he'd first arrived he'd made it a point to at least learn the basics of the different factions that were beyond his time period and scope of knowledge.

But even the most well traveled of his fellows had only cursory knowledge of the Emperor's golden elite.

He knew they were powerful, dangerous, but if one had caused problems there shouldn't Be any neighborhood left.

What in the Blasphemous Bowels of Nostromo had happened?

"Snff." Khopesh was pulled from his pondering as he noticed your fear and turmoil were ebbing into exhaustion. "I just wish it'd never happened...I don't understand Why it happened. It was so...senseless. And even though I know it wasn't my fault, in the back of my mind I'm still scared that someday he'll come back and...next time I might not be the only one who gets hurt..."

"He hurt you."

You glanced up into your Nightlord's face, and your heart iced over.

His eyes, they were completely still and dark. A sneer pulled at one side of his mouth exposing his sharp teeth.

He was furious.

Khopesh felt a bubbling growl form in his chest, building up with the incredible amount of rage boiling in the dark pit of his soul.

"Khopesh NO!" You cried.

"SNRK KR K kk kk"

You both froze until the snoring died down. Your hands had flow up to pin his own where they held your face.

As if that would stop him.

But he allowed you to hold him in place. Even as his rage was seething.

"You can't!" You hissed into the quiet.

"Why not!?" He growled back.

"Because you could die!"

"Death is not something we Astartes fear." Khopesh responded smoothly. "But your assailant Should fear...oh yes...he should fear pain...the pain of flaying, of burning, of gouging, of bones snapping-"

"ENOUGH!" You snapped.

"But-" He started.

"No! Just...no..." You sighed, and again he was reminded of your exhaustion.

Now you took his face in your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes.

"Please, please...promise me that you won't seek him out." You plead, your sincerity forcing his flame of vengeance to calm.

Only a little, but it was enough.

He sighed, clearly deflating. "Fine...I will not attempt to hunt the Custodes who hurt you..." He promised, which seemed to sooth your worry. Probably because you didn't hear the barely audible breath of "for now." That followed.

"Good...good..." You sighed. Still clearly a bit wired, but your fatigue was clearly winning out.

But you could clearly still see his dissapointment.

"Look...as far as I know, he thinks I'm dead. Or maybe he's dead. Or got zapped back to wherever he came from." You explained, trying to sooth him. "Whatever the case, he's never come back. And...and I hope he never does."

"You shouldn't have to sit still and Hope." Khopesh growled.

"You're probably right," You agreed. "But sometimes thats just how life is."

Khopesh let out a dissatisfied sound, and pulled you into his lap.

Being this close to him, pressed to his scent and his skin, hearing his multiple hearts, it was soothing. You found yourself beginning to drift again.

"Do you need to go?" You figured he'd have laid back down with you.

"We only need four hours of sleep. I have rested enough." He replied, pressing his lips and running his fingers across your scalp.

"You're going on patrol then?"

"Hmmhm," He kissed your crown. "Yes, I'm feeling the urge to do so.

"Okay...be...safe..." You requested. "And...can I go to...my own bed?"

Khopesh smiled at the adorable request. "Oh course my Lullaby..."

He carried you gently, laying you down in your own bed and linens, he wished this bed was large enough for the two of you.

It had a much nicer lingering scent, and various soft items that were also clearly well loved.

He tucked your limp form in, and settled one of your soft toys into your arms. Even asleep you snuggled into the stuffed rabbit.

Next time he'd be sure to bring his helmet so he could snap pictures of this sight.

For now he silently removed himself from the house, no matter how badly he wished to stay. Even the animals didn't notice his departure.

Truly he'd inherited his Primarch's stealth and speed in such spades.

He made it back to where he'd left his armor, and found something interesting upon activating his vox.

A message from his nearby battle brothers. Apparently one of their own from out of town was visiting while his human was visiting family nearby.

It had been a while since he last visited his Claw, And meeting another battle brother from far away could prove fruitful for information.

Not to mention Fun, as most of his nearby brothers had grown wise to his favorite tricks.

As he now stand in his full armor Khopesh glanced back to the house where his Lullaby slept. He felt a mix of emotions. Longing, apprehension, fear...

Rage.

But that could wait for later. For now he began his patrol.

He had even more to protect now.

Dis? Dis has sequel now. Hup!

[18250mm]

Drunk in Love | K. Bishop

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: College!Avenger!Kate Bishop x GN!College!Reader

Word Count: 3,121

Warnings: None

Summary: Kate brings you to the club for the first time. After getting drunk, you tell her things your sober self would never say.

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"You know, I’m starting to regret showing you how the blender works."

Kate shot you an incredulous look as she took a sip from her glass. The very glass you were sure you saw her pouring blended toast into. "Why do you say that?"

"My god, Bishop! You’re gross," you laughed, chucking a pillow at her. "Why do I even hang out with you?"

"Because you love me," the brunette replied with a shrug, catching it with ease before plopping herself down beside you.

You'd never tell her this, but she was right. You were in love with Kate Bishop. The archer had been your best friend since kindergarten when she’d flicked a girl on the forehead for bullying you.

The two of you had been inseparable since that day.

Even when Kate became an Avenger, risking her life day and night to fight crime in New York City, you supported her — as much as you despised the fact that she would return to your shared dorm with cuts and bruises all over.

It was a good thing you were a nursing student.

"Earth to Y/N?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts when your best friend waved her hand in front of your face. "Hmm? Oh, sorry. What were you saying?"

Kate raised an eyebrow questioningly but repeated herself regardless. "I was telling you about the club downtown. They’re hosting a ladies’ night and the girls are planning on going. Wanna come with?"

Swallowing hardly, you shook your head. "I don’t know, I mean… you know I’m not really one for clubbing–"

"You act as if I was gonna let you get away with saying no," the archer cut you off with a laugh. "Come on, Y/N! It’s the end of the semester. You can’t give me the usual ‘I’m studying’ excuse anymore!"

The reason why you were so against partying wasn’t just merely the fact that you hated crowds. Why, with Kate by your side, that was the least of your problems. You were, however, quite the lightweight. Spending a night out at a club with the girl you were in love with didn’t seem like the most logical idea, especially since you would be prone to confessing your feelings to her after a couple of shots.

Sometimes, you really wanted to smack Kate Bishop for being so damn oblivious. If only she’d gotten the hints you’d been throwing at her over the years. Maybe, just maybe, things wouldn’t be too difficult for you now if the brunette already caught your drift.

…

"Class is dismissed. Good job, everyone," Professor Harper concluded, closing her textbook. "You made it to the end of the semester. Might I remind you, though, that I still want those final reports on my desk by Monday. Don’t forget!"

As everyone got up, you merely groaned and started putting your things away. Turning to Peter, you sarcastically asked, "Remind me why I decided to enrol in college again?"

On campus, the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man was practically the only other person you spoke to besides Kate, since every other Avenger you knew was either too old for college or still in high school. At least it was easy to get along with someone you already saw so often whenever you visited the Avengers Compound, so you didn’t have to worry much when you first enrolled.

Your friend only laughed and gave you a reassuring pat on the back. "Come on, it’s not that bad. Besides, you can even ask you-know-who for help since it’s a college-wide module."

Right; Peter Parker also happened to know about your fat crush on Kate — besides the girls, of course. Unfortunately for you, he was the only one who had almost all your classes. You never wanted to wipe a smirk off his face as much as you did now.

"You better zip it, Pete," you warned teasingly, pointing a finger at him. "You don’t want me to tell Ned about the time you assembled the Millennium Falcon set without him, do you?"

You both knew Ned could go on and on about what it means to break their ‘oddly specific bro code’ if he found out the truth; so the look on Peter’s face was priceless. As you chuckled and swung your backpack over your shoulder to leave, you regretted not snapping a photo to show Kate and Yelena.

Oh well, there were sure to be many more chances. After all, messing with Peter Parker came easy for you.

"See ya around, Parker!" you called out in a singsong voice, waving behind you without waiting for a response.

Now in a better mood from when class had ended, you sauntered over to your locker, where Kate was already waiting for you.

"Hey," you greeted the brunette, fiddling with the lock before opening the metal door and chucking your books inside. "How was class?"

"Amazing, now that it’s over," Kate replied, and you couldn’t help but smile at her cheekiness. "All that’s left is to complete the end-semester report. But that can wait. I’m ready to get my groove on tonight!"

While you had hoped she’d forget, you knew there was no chance ladies’ night would just slip Kate’s mind. You closed your locker with a sigh. "I really don’t have a choice, do I?"

"No, not really. Y/N/N, I promise it’s going to be fun! I’ll make sure of it," Kate deadpanned. You couldn’t help but laugh — the archer could never be serious, even if her life was on the line.

You would know; it had happened on more than one occasion. That’s how you once ended up having to stitch a nasty gash on her temple and ice a couple of bruised ribs.

"Fine," you finally gave in. "Only if we get to go home after. I don’t think I’ll have the energy to join Wanda, Natasha and Yelena for supper. Professor Harper’s class was already draining enough."

"Done," Kate agreed, linking your arms together. "Let’s go get ready, then!"

…

"Katie," you whined. "Are you ready to go yet?"

It had been about two hours since the both of you had come back to your dorm. In that time, she’d successfully managed to put on a multitude of outfits… yet none of them seemed to be ‘the right one’ for the evening.

When the brunette finally settled on a red dress, giving you false hope that you could leave, she only began applying makeup at an agonising pace.

"You can’t rush perfection, Y/L/N. Why are you so eager to go, anyway? Just this morning, you were so against the idea of spending the night out with me," Kate replied nonchalantly as she put on some foundation.

As she spoke, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from shooting a remark at her. You wanted to tell her that you could, in fact, rush perfection — that she was already perfect and didn’t need that much make up.

"I want to get there early so I have time to down a couple of shots before the girls get there," you explained, hiding your face in your hands. "We both know it’s the only way I’m gonna be able to keep up with you guys all night."

"Well, when you put it that way..." Kate trailed off, quickly putting the cap of her lipstick back on. "I'm ready. Shall we?"

You nodded and got up from your position on the bed. Making your way to the door, you slipped your shoes on, watching quietly as your best friend did the same.

Kate gave you a thumbs up and grinned, grabbing her purse off the counter and of course, linking her arms with yours like she'd done earlier. "You're driving," she said as you shut the door and locked it. You silently thanked your rugby coach for your quick reflexes when the archer barely gave you any time to react before tossing the car keys at you.

"Why?"

"Because it's easier for you to convince Peter to take the car back than it is for me, duh!"

You had to admit, Kate had a point. Because of all the pranking she and Kamala were always up to back at the Avengers Compound, Peter had difficulty trusting anything they said. It would be much easier if you were the one who made the request for him to pick your car up from the club and drive it back to campus.

Rolling your eyes, you nudged the girl into the elevator. "You're lucky I love you, Kate. What would you do without me?"

"I'm not gonna lie, I'd probably be dead if I didn't have you to stitch me up so often."

…

"Cheers!"

Everyone was in high spirits. After all, many of them had either just submitted their final assignment or sat for their last exam of the semester. The nightclub was packed with girls from your college, some you even recognised from the rugby team or a few of your classes.

You downed your fifth shot of the night, wincing as the familiar sting of the liquor hit the back of your throat. As planned, you'd managed to get about three tequila shots in your system before Wanda, Natasha and Yelena arrived.

"Might want to slow down there, Y/N," Wanda warned, eyeing you intently as you bit into another slice of lemon. "You know you and alcohol don't mix well."

Hearing this, Natasha smirked. She poured you a glass of water and slid it across the table. Kate, who was seated beside you, took hold of it and put a straw in, urging you to drink.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, Wands," the Russian said, gesturing towards how Kate held you like you'd break any moment. "I'd say Y/N's in pretty good hands."

Yelena laughed at her sister's words, nodding in agreement. "Yes! Look at how gentle Kate is with her. Why don't you do that with me, Bishop?"

You couldn't see this, but Kate only bit her lip and shook her head at your friends.

If you were more sober, you would've been able to think of a good comeback; something along the lines of how you weren't even that drunk and didn't really need your best friend to look after you. In fact, you'd probably tell everyone how you were always taking care of Kate, not the other way around.

Alas, any retort you had quickly died on your tongue. Your mind turned to mush when you felt Kate's hand on your thigh, her gaze focused on getting the glass of water to your lips without you accidentally knocking it out of her hands.

God, she looked so pretty.

"Dance with me," you blurted out, straightening your posture so suddenly that some of the water ended up spilling anyway. "Oops."

Kate couldn't help the smile that made its way to her face. "Are you sure? You're pretty drunk right now, Y/N. I don't want you falling on the dance floor."

"Who says I'm going to fall? Besides, you'll catch me, won't you?"

As those words left your lips, you slid out of the booth and stumbled towards the crowd, trying your best not to trip over your own feet before you even made it to the centre of the club.

You weren't sure where the sudden burst of confidence came from, but you were grateful that you probably weren't going to remember any of this tomorrow. If you did anything embarrassing, you could always allude it to the alcohol.

"You've got game, Y/L/N, I'll give you that!" Natasha cheered, waving her hand at Kate. "Are you going to keep her waiting, Bishop?"

This was exactly the moment the girls had been waiting for; some circumstance that would leave a very drunk Y/N Y/L/N alone with Kate Bishop. Ever since they found out about your crush, they had been trying to play Cupid — to no avail. Whenever they pushed the two of you together, Kate would get suspicious. She always thought they were trying to get back at her for all the pranks she'd pulled on them by using you as bait.

She was a sucker for everything you said and did, so you being the lure made the most sense to her.

Shaking her head for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, Kate downed the rest of her martini and exited the booth, walking up to where you were leaning against some random girl on the dance floor. She grabbed your arm and spun you around so that you were facing her instead.

"Oh, you're flirting with other girls now?" she whispered in your ear, allowing you to press your weight against her strong frame.

"I'm not," you mumbled, eyes closed as you enjoyed Kate's company. "But you were taking too long and I needed the physical support. Why do you care so much? You don't even know her."

"Neither do you, buttercup," the archer chuckled, stroking your hair tenderly. "I just don't like it when you're affectionate with other people... that's reserved for me, you know that."

You didn't reply. Instead, you let your tiredness take over your body, simply swaying to the music. Kate mimicked your actions, occasionally shifting you against her so she wouldn't feel sore. She wanted this moment to last for as long as she could manage.

To others, the both of you probably looked like idiots. While the DJ had the most upbeat songs blasting from the speakers, neither of you cared. You stood on the dance floor and moved at your own pace, like a slow song was playing on prom night.

"Do you want to go home now, Y/N?" Kate whispered after a while, just loud enough for you to hear.

You merely nodded, wrapping your arms around the taller girl. She chuckled and helped you on your walk back to the booth. By now, Wanda, Natasha and Yelena had popped open and finished a bottle of champagne. They were halfway through their second, though you and Kate both knew the three of them would be out of the club soon.

Yelena always got hungry whenever they drank, so it was only a matter of time before they were headed to whatever 24-hour diner was nearby.

"We're gonna head back to the dorm," Kate announced, grabbing her purse. "I'll call a cab once we're outside. We'll see you tomorrow for lunch, yeah?"

"That's if Y/N's able to wake up before noon," Wanda laughed, gesturing at how you were practically asleep.

"I'll be awake..." you offered helpfully.

Natasha chuckled before nodding in Kate's direction. "Looks like you've got your hands full tonight. Stay safe and give us a call when you're home, alright?"

Kate said her thanks — as did you, poorly — and you both stumbled out of the club. It wasn't long before the brunette managed to get a taxi. You assumed it was because of her popularity; being an Avenger came with a few perks she liked to cash in every now and then.

"Harvard University, please."

…

The key to the door slid into the lock easily, much to Kate’s surprise, since you were drunk beyond reason.

As you pushed the wooden frame open and skipped — as best you could — into the room, the archer couldn’t help but chuckle at your antics. She helped close the door before guiding you to your bedroom.

Without words, you let her sit you on the bed and tug your clothes off. The both of you worked in silence, with your lifting your arms as Kate pulled the shirt over your head.

"Think you can manage brushing your own teeth, sweetheart?" she asked tenderly.

You nodded, getting up slowly and heading in the direction of the bathroom to wash up. You weren’t nearly as drunk as you’d been at the club; the ride home had sobered you up a little and the water you were currently splashing on your face was helping too. In fact, you were positive you could form coherent thoughts now.

Perhaps this would be the chance you were looking for, the opportunity to tell Kate Bishop how you felt.

Spitting the toothpaste out and gurgling some water to rid yourself of the residual taste, you wiped your lips with a face towel and made your way back to your bedroom, where Kate sat in her sleepwear, awaiting your return.

"Let’s get you in bed, shall we?"

Crawling onto the mattress, you whispered, "How come you didn’t drink much tonight? I only saw you have that one martini."

"Well, someone’s gotta take care of you," the brunette mumbled a reply. "And I take that responsibility very seriously, Y/N."

"I love you, Kate," you blurted out, reaching out to stroke her hair as she draped the comforter over you.

"Yeah, I love you too, dork."

"No, Kate… I love you," you tried again. "Like, I love… I like you? I don’t know. I just know that I’ve had these feelings for a really, really long time now and I can’t stand the thought of you not knowing any longer."

"You’re serious?" Kate asked, pausing her movements. Then, remembering the alcohol in your system, she dismissed you. "You’re drunk, Y/N. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?"

"Okay," you reiterated with a nod. "We’ll talk in the morning."

As Kate shot you a warm smile and leaned down to kiss your forehead, you tugged at her shirt and pulled her in for a kiss on the lips instead.

The Avenger let out a surprised yelp, but even she didn’t have the willpower to stop herself from kissing you back. When you finally pulled away, you couldn’t refrain from smiling.

"What was that for?"

"I said we’ll talk in the morning," you shrugged. "Didn’t say anything about waiting to kiss you. Like I said, I really like you, Kate Bishop. In fact, I think I’m in love with you. Believe me when I say I didn’t need the alcohol to know that… just the liquid courage to actually say it out loud."

"Well, I love you right back, Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sorry for hardly noticing all the little things you do for me," Kate replied before kissing you again.

If it weren't for the Bishop girl's constant pestering for you to join her at the club that night, you were positive this wouldn't have happened. So, in an ironic turn of events, you were glad you agreed to go.

No matter how many times you wanted to smack Kate Bishop for being so oblivious, you had to admit, she had a part to play tonight. You being so blissfully drunk in love had everything to do with her.

And you loved it.

[legacygirlingreen]

Part 4, Chapter 6: Repository II //Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: hi friends! Next repository chapter is up! I really struggle with action writing so I apologize but I hope you enjoy! I’m really anxious to hear people’s thought on my decisions in this chapter so please let me know what you liked, didn’t see coming, etc!

Also @animasola86 gets credits for Sebastian in the cover art!

The audio version of this chapter can be found here

Masterlist to the full series found here

Warnings: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, descriptions of bodily harm, seriously it’s gross fam…

Word count: 5k

As if the first scream he had to hear wasn’t bad enough a few seconds after he heard a second one. Granted not quite as loud and violent, but still chilling as the next room seemed to continue collapsing. He needed to hurry.

“At least take a wiggenweld mate,” Leander said, holding out a bottle. Normally he’d be skeptical of a potion coming from Garreth or a close friend of the boy, but given the circumstances Sebastian graciously took and downed its contents. The potion didn’t fully heal the injury, but it did slow the bleeding. 

“Mr. Sallow, I really must advise against this. Rushing into danger in general is not wise, certainly not while injured” Professor Fig spoke and he shook his head. 

“You’ve never stopped her before for doing the same. With all due respect sir, she is my priority. And while we sit here arguing, she could be injured. This is just a minor wound, it’ll be fine” he reasoned as he spat out the response. The notion he should sit back and let the girl face her death makes the words turn sour on his tongue. 

“You and I both know this is not what she would want Mr. Sallow” Fig continued to argue with him and Sebastian turned away from the man before hauling himself up so he could mount Highwing once more. 

“Yeah? And what about what I want? I certainly don’t intend on dragging her mangled and lifeless body from this cavern simply because you think she should face ranrok alone” he said. 

“Your uncle” Sharp cut in and he rolled his eyes.

“Precisely. She might as well be alone. In fact, I feel more concerned knowing that man is with her. So now that everyone has addressed their objections, they are duly noted. I’m going” Sebastian said as he lifted off the ground, the hippogriff hovering as he swallowed in a shaky breath. Knowing the entrance to the cavern had been blocked by falling debris, he knew he'd have to find another way around. 

“We can search to the left of the entrance if you’d like to go right” Poppy offered. As Sebastian turned to see that she had helped Imelda onto the back of the beast alongside her. 

“Fine. But please shout if you find a way in” he said.

“We shall stay here and continue to try and slowly dig out the debris” Professor Weasley quietly informed him. In all his years he’d never seen the woman so dejected. The deputy headmistress always being the pinnacle of authority and confidence, yet now she seemed sullen and nervous. 

“Alright. Someone should probably see what happened to Larson after going to find Officer Singer from Hogsmeade to help” he informed them as Everret nodded, “sounds good Sebastian” he said already heading back towards the mouth of the cave to find his housemate and direct the Aurors down to the cavern that no one outside knew of. 

“Be safe Mr. Sallow” Hecat told him. The woman had always had a soft spot for the boy who showed much promise in her classroom, but watching him repeatedly throw himself into danger without fear caused her to swell with pride. Sebastian probably would’ve acknowledged his favorite professor had he not already gotten out of earshot of the group, desperate to find a way in before it was too late. 

Although, who could hardly blame him with how grim the sounds coming from the repository chamber sounded…

She had hardly been given time to react before the goblin was hurling the corrupted ancient magic in her direction. She had fought his loyalists but had yet to actually be in his line of fire. She had watched him kill Lodgok, his own brother, in a similar manner. She’d be damned if her or Solomon went down in a similar manner. 

It was truly wild how much her mind wandered during the fight. She had faced many opponents with complete concentration on the task at hand, and as she fought this goblin who threatened her world, she couldn’t help but think back on everything that had led up to this moment. She’d crossed paths with him so many times at this point: in the vault, in that alley outside the three broomsticks, in the shadows at rookwood castle, in the mine where Lodgok had died, now. All her hard work in doing the keepers bidding, finding the missing pages with a ghost, the trip to the restricted section - it had all been leading to this moment. 

Yet, she found her mind wandering as she continued to hurl rocks lifted with ancient magic at the goblin. Part of her remembered the poem her father had read to from the papers a few years back, before she even knew of magic.

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul 

The other part of her kept glancing over and making eye contact with the frozen and terrified ex auror. Until now she had never noticed the way that he had such similar eyes to Sebastian. It was likely due to how often Solomon’s eyes looked angry, but now, seeing the fear in them, she recognized the resemblance. And although in both muggle and wizarding worlds, men showing their emotions so openly was frowned upon, she so deeply loved that her love had continued to be unashamed in showing all of himself to her. The fear, the excitement, the anger, the anxiety, the frustration, the love. His brown eyes had always been such a window into what he was thinking, and after almost a year of knowing him, she could read those eyes so well. Similarly now, the look Solomon was giving her was so reminiscent of the one Sebastian had worn before she left with Poppy. 

And as she tried to shake the thought from her head she could feel the hot and searing feeling against her shoulder as it knocked her to the ground. His corrupted magic stolen from other repositories swirling around her now blood dripping shoulder as she looked in horror,  watching as the goblin shot ahead, striking Bragbor’s container on the walkway in front of them. 

Pushing her now aching limbs she somehow managed to stand, hobbling towards the entrance in an effort to gain backup. There was no way she could fight Ranrok alone now that he had stolen the magic Isadora created.

“Run!” She tried to warn Solomon but it was too late. The goblin had already taken the magic as a bright flash filled the room. The eruption of the repository caused such a blinding light to fill her vision that she took a few moments to regain vision once more, watching in horror as now the transformed goblin swirled in the midst of the red and black magic. 

Rubble began to fall around them as she heard an almost demonic voice yell “Goblin kind shall answer to no one” before he dived at the platform her and Solomon were on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Solomon’s body safely landing on the dirt ground as he covered his head with his hands. And then she felt it. The strong force of something large smacking into her chest, knocking the wind from her already damaged lungs as the contact was so intense she felt it in her bones. And then,

Air,

Weightlessness,

Falling. 

She was falling, and doing so, fast

And yet, it was almost as if she could perceive it happening in slow motion. She could nearly count the times her body flipped ankles over her head as she passed the cliff she had once been standing upon. Her mind could fully make out the quickly approaching sharp jagged rocks that would ultimately claim her life when she inevitably smashed into them, for in the fall she had dropped the most important thing she owned: her wand. 

“Arresto Momento!” 

Suddenly suspended in the air, a few yards above the ground she looked back up to see Solomon leaning over the platform. Only his head and shoulders were visible as he looked down the massive cliffside at her body hovering several yards above the ground. 

Even from far away she could see his eye still nearly swollen shut from where she had struck him in the infirmary, but his other one stared down at her wide, seemingly relieved he had caught her. He slowly continued to lower her to the ground safely as she closed her eyes and tried to think of how it was going to be best to proceed. Her wand had been lost and she doubted the keeper's wand would work in the same manner as a normal one. Now was certainly not the time to test it out. 

Her body slowly being lowered to the ground halted at the same time she looked up. Before she had time to process what was happening, once again her body was free falling. Only briefly making out the bright red light coming through the man’s chest before her body violently collided with the ground below. As time slowed once more, she laid on the ground as she experienced the scream tearing from her throat as if she was a passerby. Yet, the intense throbbing in her bones reminded her that no, it was indeed her that was screaming, and it was her body that had fallen to the stones below.

And then, she had an up close viewing of Solomon Sallow’s body crashing to the ground next to her with the most sickening thud she had ever experienced to date. Bones snapping viciously in a manner similar to the way she had broken his nose in the infirmary, except this time it was his legs that created the noise, as they came to rest in opposite directions. And this time when the scream tore from her raw throat, it was in terror as she saw the mangled appearance of Sebastian’s guardian as he lay next to her.

His lifeless brown eyes were still open as she continued to scream while the cavern caved in around them both and the last of her remaining strength was used to hold up a forcefield as the rubble encased their bodies.

Sebastian could remember the first time he’d witnessed ancient magic. It had been in hogsmeade square during the troll attack. The static feeling that charged the air and made the hair on his neck stand up had only relieved itself when she tore lightning from the sky, reducing the troll to ash. His ears had rung for a few seconds as the clap of thunder she conjured had disoriented him while his rapidly blinking eyes had fixated themself on the girl, her newly acquired wand clutched in her hand.

Since then, he’d only seen her use that type of magic on occasion. Usually she tried to learn how to master it in small doses, using restraint as she aimed to learn to use it for productive purposes such as conjuration or healing instead of destructive like the first time he’d seen. Occasionally he’d see things in the room of requirement lifting in mid air as if she had used levioso, but the way she was doing it looked unnatural. Sometimes he’d witness a small flash of light before something like a quill emerge.  But without her abilities it truly was hard to tell what was ancient magic and what was simply spells she had learned during the year. 

And yet, he still had become acclimated to what it felt like to be around such magic, even if he couldn’t physically see it. Ever since christmas he had worn the cufflinks she’d gifted him, and he’d never tell her, but he always felt the slight thumping or hum coming off them every morning when he put them on his dress shirt.  Usually a dull vibration, as if they were alive and full of swarming lacewing flies. But on those rare occasions she did use her magic in his presence they’d warm up, the tingling that lingered on the objects growing more intense, like they were alive and desperately trying to join the stream of magic she was using. 

That had been the real reason he’d grabbed them when he changed in the room of requirement, threading them onto the sleeves of the dark outfit she’d woven for him. And now as he continued to try and find a way to enter the cavern he knew she was fighting that blasted goblin, he could feel them tingling more than he ever had. 

Highwing continued to fly through the cavern as he searched for a possible opening. It dawned on him that the last time he had physically laid eyes on her was when she left with Poppy after class.  And since that moment he’d experienced such a whirlwind. He had went to collect rings in order to secure their future, bought a very dismantled home to share some day and while riding the high of such a wonderful thing his world had collapsed. Arriving into feldcroft amidst a battle only to discover that not only was his whole family gone, but she hadn’t been seen. 

And then when he finally did get back to the school Fig had roped him into dealing with the Keepers as he worried for her safety and Professor Sharp’s ability to save her. Only to return and be locked in with the other students knowing she’d only barely been patched up before going to fight Ranrok and the entire goblin armada. Unfortunately it seemed they had so often almost crossed paths in this entire mess of a situation and yet continued to fight their own battles separately. 

In the chaos he also hadn’t had time to actually process what Poppy had told him. His Uncle. Solomon had known. And Even worse, the man had intended for him to take the curse over Anne. As Highwing continued to fly he really did wonder what his life would be like had he had endured the curse this whole time over his twin. Obviously he’d have struggled being back home with Solomon more than Anne, given their history. He wouldn’t have put it past the man to just leave him at St Mungos to rot alone. 

Surely his love would still have come to Hogwarts and been sorted into Slytherin, but would she have befriended Anne? Would Anne still have brought her to visit a sick brother to cheer him up as he had done? And if she did, would the girl look at him with eyes of love or pity…

Despite the horrific events of the year, and the grim circumstances to which they so often found themselves in, he would not trade a thing in the world to see her tired smile as she finally drifted off to sleep leaving behind the massive weight upon her shoulders. He would not trade the fear of holding her bleeding body to his chest at Christmas if it meant losing the beautiful hands that moved through his dark hair when they were alone. 

Even worse he realized he would rather have seen Anne continue to fight this curse than know the love of his life had died in that ashwinder camp. 

Because if you asked Sebastian back in August what his main priority in life was, he easily would’ve answered finding a cure for his sister. But in the quest to find answers for Anne he discovered something beautiful. A kind of love he had never felt. A kind of love those who experience its warmth would die for. A kind of love that healed the deep wounds pressed upon his soul from the tragedies he’d known as a young boy. A kind of love that made the journey of all of Solomon’s abuse somehow worth it, for without it he might not have met her or held on so tightly. 

Every event in his life seemingly now had a purpose, beyond just bringing him pain and torment. For without them, he never would have been in the right place, at the right time, with the right heart to love her. And more importantly, be loved by her. 

With every crash he heard from the wall that separated them, he felt like that beautiful thing to which he found was slowly slipping away. It’s why despite feeling lightheaded as blood continued to stain the wonderful gift she’d made for him, running down his back as it poured out of his right shoulder, he didn’t hesitate. What man would he be if it didn’t do everything in his power to get to the one he loved? What deep sorrow and regret he would be cursed to anguish in if she died alone?

As he neared a waterfall, Highwing attempted to move away from the water stream and just as he passed its refreshing mist he felt a sharp shooting pain on his wrist. Quickly tried to separate the material of his shirt from his wrist despite the way his limp non dominant hand fell to his side. As Sebastian saw the skin underneath he could make out a small blister forming where the inside latch of his cufflinks had burned into his blood soaked skin and he tugged the hippogriff to turn around. 

Reluctantly the creature flew close to the waterfall again and like before the metal heated to the point he could not stand it, casting glacius onto them in efforts to prevent further burning. As he looked ahead he tried to see through the waterfall but was unable due to its heavy stream. 

“Highwing come on” he begged the creature, attempting to urge the proud beast through the stream and it put up a fight, letting out a noise he could only interpret as annoyance before flying through the stream. As they came through the water, and onto the other side Sebastian realized a cavern was hidden away by the waterfall. Highwing moved forward enough to set him down on the solid ground they’d discovered and he stroked her feathers kindly as he hopped off and walked forward. 

“Lumos” he spoke as it echoed off the cave walls. And suddenly like discovering water in the desert he saw it: the rune symbol. To the right a torch became noticeable from the light his wand put off and he shouted confringo at it, before repeating the action on the other side of the symbol. Unlike the doors leading into Isadora’s workshop or even the map chamber this was simply just a simple hovering over a pile of rocks, as if some muggle attempt had been made to create a secondary entrance to the repository for emergencies. 

“Highwing go find the others!” he shouted. If there was one thing he had learned this year, it was that beasts were so much more intelligent than wizards and witches gave them credit for. Because the hippogriff bowed her head at him before running and jumping through the waterfall’s stream once more as she left him. 

Coming forward he began using simple charms to slowly dig the piled up stones from the entrance. As stones began to move one by one he grew weary, putting his wand away and reaching for the wall. Years of working for Solomon had taught him how to use his brute strength sometimes over magic to get things done quickly. Even this past yule when he’d repaired the stone fences in the yard by hand, he realized that sometimes the muggle way was more effective. 

Groaning as he lifted his injured arm he began pushing stone after stone to the ground, frantically digging through the pileup as his arm continued to bleed and his hands started to sting from the cuts he was getting from the jagged edges cutting his palms. 

Every new injury seemed dull in comparison to the way his heart continued to leap as he pushed aside another rock. He had to get through. He had to reach her. And the more stones pushed to the side the louder and louder things became on the other side of the wall. The blasting and crashing only intensified as he heard a very loud and dark voice call out “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child”. 

Under normal circumstances such a voice would be bone chilling but to him it felt like a relief. It meant one thing: she was still alive.

For now. 

As soon as the falling debris stopped she somehow mustered the strength to stand. Luckily having one last healing potion on her she was able to maintain a hold on the force field long enough to push the rubble away before downing the contents. It didn’t do much, nor did it return the air to her lungs, but it dulled the sting, which for now would have to be enough. Trying desperately to avert her eyes from Solomon’s body as ranrok’s newly transformed body flew about the space, she searched the ground for his wand. After moments of searching she stole a quick glance at his hand seeing he was still clutching it tightly. Gently she moved towards him, muttering a quick prayer to some god or entity despite the man’s malicious actions in life, before closing his eyes and ripping the wand from his grasp. 

“Accio wand” she called out, not expecting much. Her wand likely was crushed in the fall, but when suddenly she felt its energy approaching, she was surprised to see it coming straight for her unharmed. Deciding to pocket Solomon’s for safe keeping to return to the Sallows she quickly looked for cover in case Ranrok came back to pick her off.

Rushing forward along the walkway as the space continued to be filled with the swirls of dark ancient magic she came to an opening, finally seeing ranrok in his new form as he perched at the end. 

The anger of today, coming to a head as she pushed forward. How dare he attack the school? How dare he steal this magic? How dare he threaten the ones she loves? 

Hurling ancient magic at him she watched in horror as he laughed, backing up as he taunted, “so much fire… so much spirit… I shall snuff that out” before shooting a large blast towards her without little time to duck for cover. 

She would have to rethink exactly how to fight him this way. Suddenly she saw large force fields erupting nearby that reminisced the way she had fought the large pensive guards during the keeper trials. Hurling the freezing charm at it, she realized that it did in fact react similarly. If she was going to win this battle, she would need to stay moving and focus on those weak points until she could muster enough ancient magic to subdue him. 

And then she remembered a moment in the room of requirement one day with Sebastian. 

“So this corrupted magic, infused with pain, how do you think you can control it?” Sebastian asked her as he continued to take notes in a journal he’d been keeping on her magic. 

“I’m not sure I even can… Isadora certainly couldn’t. That’s why she contacted Bragbor to build containers for it in the first place” she retorted as she continued to go over something she stole from San Bakaar’s tower on a second lap through. Her frustration with the keepers for remaining tight-lipped had her sneaking back into the tower, steering clear of the portrait, to raid his office. In it he found the man’s notes on the magic in the repositories. 

“But isn’t Ranrok wielding it? Along with all the goblins? Surely you could find a way to do so, even if it’s simply a matter of protecting yourself from it” Sebastian countered as he glanced up. He knew that she likely wouldn’t see eye to eye with him on understanding the dark magic. The memories she spoke of being enough to discourage her from attempting to even entangle herself with that magic, but it didn’t stop him from being anxious. If she could control it, then perhaps if she faced the goblins she could turn the magic against them, or at the very least wield it enough to protect herself.

“I suppose in theory there is a way to control it. I am just nervous about what that could look like… Lodgok mentioned that all the goblins had been transformed by their attempts at using it. I am worried that if I allow myself to be influenced by it, that it may start to control me as well. Isadora’s journals end in madness. It’s easy to see she seemed to have been corrupted by it as well” she countered. 

“Hmm…” he said and when she looked up she noticed that his eyes showed how truly far away his mind was. Nervous to ask the reasons why he broached the topic, she pushed that aside in favor of getting answers even if they made her anxious. 

“You want me to heal Anne by wielding it don’t you?” she asked him with a defeated sigh, but when his eyes snapped back to hers and his brow furrowed almost angrily she regretted saying anything.

“What?” he asked in horror, frustration apparent in his tone as he spit the words out, laced with the venom he usually reserved for his uncle and no one else. 

“I just thought… that’s why you were asking… it’s okay if that was your train of thought, I was just curious-” she began rambling, hoping she could take back the insination but it was too late. He was already furious at her. 

“I am asking for you. You already told me what one of the memories showed - how it made a person devoid of emotions. I trust that. I trust you. I wouldn’t want that for my twin, even if it meant she wasn’t in pain. I wanted to know if you could wield it to protect yourself” he grumpily responded as she grew silent. 

“Oh” she spoke quietly as she stared into her lap, eyes glazing over as she felt similarly to a scolding child by the authority in his voice, and the guilt of assuming the worst in him. He must’ve seen the tiny piling of tears in the corner of her eye because he put down his book and came directly in front of where she sat on the sofa, sitting on his knees in front of her and grabbing her hands from her lap. 

“Hey” he spoke calmly and she didn’t respond so he spoke softer, gently squeezing her palms as she finally looked up. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sebastian spoke. 

“I know. I didn’t mean to upset you either” she responded. 

“I know. I just want to know all our options for keeping you safe. That’s my main priority” he told her as she looked down. 

“What about Anne…?” 

“What about her?” he asked in confusion.

“We only started down this journey to find a cure for her… I thought that was your priority” she explained. 

Watching as his eyes absorbed her words he looked at her, opening his mouth, before closing it again to ponder his response. “It’s okay if that’s still your main goal-” she continued but he cut her off. 

“Months ago, yes, that was my main priority. But now… my world has shifted. My goals have shifted. My loyalty and devotion have shifted” he spoke cooly as her eyebrow raised of its own accord in confusion. 

“But Anne is your sister, your twin-” She went to counter and he shook his head. 

“And you are my everything. Of course I want to heal Anne, but we will find a way to do so safely. The same way we will find a way to keep you safe if somehow Ranrok does get ahold of the last repository… but don’t think for a second that you aren’t important to me. That keeping you safe isn’t my main priority now” he told her. 

Unsure how to respond she simply blinked rapidly. She wasn’t sure when she started crying fully, but when she felt the wetness on her cheeks he was already there, pulling her into his arms. 

“I mean it… I love you… and I swear with all I have that I will do everything to keep you safe when the time comes…” 

Remembering back to that day, she did wonder about his theory. They hadn’t had a chance to actually test it out given only a few days later she left with Poppy… and now she was in this head on. But perhaps Sebastian was correct. Maybe there was a way to control it. Maybe even purify it by removing the pain somehow, so that it would be useless to Ranrok. Unlike the keepers she had isadora’s research. Unlike Isadora she had the keeper's research. She also had such an intelligent man who had working theories. 

Trying to recall the work he’d written out on one of the chalk boards, she tried to remember the way he had theorized perhaps using ancient magic instead of normal magic with a healing spell could cleanse the magic so to speak. Now was as good as any time to try such a theory out. 

Stepping out from behind a rock she’d used for cover she used one of the healing spells on a sliver of the magic swirling around her, watching in awe as it turned blue again, the pain quickly moving towards ranrok as he absorbed purely the pain and yelled out angrily, “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child!”

Then she found herself lying face down in the stone a few feet away. Her head throbbing at the aggressive contact she’d made when he’d flung her through the air once more. She would be surprised if her skin wasn’t one large bruise at this point. The speed to which he retaliated by blasting her had been too quick to process but as she laid there trying to get up again she smiled as she realized that now she had a decent game plan.  Sebastian Sallow was a genius and if she lived long enough to see him again she would delight in telling him so.

[hanniluvi]

LOVE NEWS ! — CHAPTER 26

article twenty-six - be mine?

warnings : a few curse words, a reappearance of a character 🤯🤯🤯

WRITTEN PART (WC : 1K+)

You two only recently began to become friends. Valentine's Day was on February 14th. Today was that day. Jungwon was in a complete panic. How should he ask you out? Should he get you a gift? A card? He was unable to get any rest. Why are you the only person to make him feel this way?

Sure, he has a major crush on you, but you two are still in the "friends" stage. Though his friends tell him to ask you out, he's afraid of rejection. He isn't too skilled in these type of things. The thought of him being deeply in love grossed him out...in a good way? He had no idea; perhaps he should just quite having such negative thoughts.

With the whole Valentine's dance coming up, it was the perfect time to ask you out. He planned out this whole thing accurately—there's no way he would just let this go to waste. He just knew he will ask you out soon. And today was that lucky day.

Pink and white heart streamers were strung in front of the entryway as you and Hanni entered the building.

“Wow, they sure are celebrating Valentine's Day in style, huh?” You chuckled at her response while Hanni fixed her gaze on the ornaments hanging above her. “They sure are. I should go to the decorating event with the student council.” Both of you parted ways. "Hanni, see you later!" You briefly observed her waving good-bye.

You dashed over to the room where the members gathered to help (and totally not to see Jungwon). You quietly opened the door, revealing Jungwon and Sunghoon arguing over which pictures to hang, Karina and Yoon laughing in the corner, and Theo and Taehyun silently organizing the decorations. It was certainly chaotic.

Jungwon is the first to notice you, with a small smile and a wave. Sunghoon notices him and gently nudges him, only to receive a tsk from Jungwon. “Hey Y/N! Please take a seat!" Sunghoon motions to the empty seat next to Jungwon.

You nodded and sat next to him, pulling the chair closer. Various types of large sheets of paper were placed on the large, round table. "Oh, right—Y/N, which is better? Sunghoon just won't stop arguing about it with me." He asks you, hoping that you will finally end this 30-minute debate.

"Um... isn't the cupid one better?" Jungwon frowns as Sunghoon cheers. You noticed Jungwon's finger placed at this weird red heart paper cut out with sunglasses. You spoke up as you strangely stared at his choice. "But...! We could also hang the heart one. The more the merrier." You gave him a slight smile, causing him to flush.

"You only chose that one because Jungwon likes it" Sunghoon says, getting a nudge from Jungwon. "Soulmate things, I think." He walks away with the decorations, leaving you with Jungwon and your unmistakable pink face..

You're sure he noticed your expression, but he didn't say anything about it. "We should probably start decorating the main dance area right now." He stands up and scrapes two chairs across the floor. "All right, let's go!" He moves his arm forward, forcing you to follow him with the decorations.

It didn't take you two long to get there. The dance would be held in the gym, which was large enough to accommodate every Decelis student. He carefully places a chair near the wall, pointing to it. "Here." He softly says before placing the other chair right next to you.

Jungwon was watching you from the chair to make sure you didn't fall. Once he saw that you were okay, he got up himself. You weren't really exchanging words; you were just silently working together. Your teamwork is really something.

Jungwon was a nervous wreck as you calmly hung the decorations. He had a lot to tell you, but he didn't know when. "So, do you have anyone to take you to the Valentine's dance?" he clears his throat.

“Uh… no?” You took a brief break from taping up the banners. "No, if you're talking about a date. But maybe with friends."

Jungwon takes a deep breath and gathers all of his remaining courage. "Well, that could be changed."

Wait what? You immediately turned to face him, unsure if you had misheard. “Excuse me..?” You were unable to express yourself properly. "I could be your date." He avoids making eye contact with you while fiddling with his thumbs.

"I've liked you for a long time—fuck, I was even the person who love news was talking about. The person that had a crush on you? Yeah, that was me.” He quickly looks at you, trying to find any signs of rejection.

Shutting his eyes, he continues on what he wants to say. “It's why I've been trying to talk to you a lot lately. And since we're both in the student council, I thought it would be a good opportunity to tell you about my feelings."

“Oh.”

Jungwon stutters after a brief silence in the room. "However, you don't have to accept it. If you prefer, we can remain friends."

"No, no, no, I accept. I'll be your date," you said, reaching for his hand. You smiled broadly, exposing your pink cheeks. He smiles back, giggling as you maintain eye contact. It went better than he had anticipated.

You both decided to take a short break. He says something to break the silence while you both are smiling about what happened earlier. “Hey, you didn’t react earlier when I said i was the person love news was talking about. Did you know?”

“Oh, I knew. Yunjin told me.”

“That snitch…” Jungwon mumbles under his breath, which makes you laugh. "It's all right—after all, we're both going to the dance as each other's date."

“You’re right.”

Continuing to giggle and hang up the decorations together, a choked cough could be heard outside the gym. Jisung was standing outside, overhearing your and Jungwon's conversation.

Ignoring his pain at seeing Jungwon beat him to it, he threw away the flowers he bought for you and the handwritten apology letter.

"I knew this was bound to happen." He says this while wiping a tear from his cheek. Walking away slowly, he started regretting everything he did. He wish he wasn’t so controlling back then, he wish he said sorry to you sooner. Maybe if he did, things would be different for him.

It was too late to turn back now. Whatever happened, happened. It’s just fate.

“I hope she doesn’t think the box of chocolates were from me.”

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[frozenjokes]

Mumbomaid (she is writing fanfic) <- could refer to me or mumbo equally

snippet wip below (mumbo uses they/them unless I forget then it’s he/they lmao. Grian is an ‘it’ like god intended)

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Mumbo had never seen a human before, but this one didn’t look particularly dangerous. Well. They’d keep an eye on it.

Mumbo hissed for good measure, then kept digging through the human’s tools. There was all sorts of great stuff in its dumb, impossible to open bag; shiny sharp things and funny lures (cute!) and what must have been human food (tasted weird, why did they wrap their food in shiny gross stuff?) and bottled water (weird) and there was this awesome floaty thing that Mumbo got a little distracted playing with and other boring stuff like nets and weights and stakes Mumbo had seen thousands of times. But that didn’t mean they weren’t going to take all of this stuff back home with them.

The human was vocally quite unhappy when Mumbo started to take its stuff into the water, scrambling closer to the shore line as Mumbo got farther away. It had been near silent up until this point, but now Mumbo was very aware that humans were some of the noisiest, most annoying animals on the planet. They didn’t pay it much mind, fighting to keep the bag under the water as it seemed determined to float no matter what they did, but the human never stopped yelling, wading in until the water was up to its chest. Mumbo was shocked, turning around and seeing that. Did it even realize how much danger it was in?

Mumbo just couldn’t help himself; letting the bag go meant some of the stuff inside would float out, but he could always just collect it later. He swiveled around and the human finally realized it was in danger, flailing uselessly as it bumbled through the water, but it didn’t get anywhere before Mumbo cut off its escape, his tail curling around its back to keep it from swimming further out.

They swiveled around, the human finally realizing it was in danger at the same moment, but there was nothing it could hope to do before Mumbo blocked its escape, splashing and panicking be damned.

It stilled as Mumbo’s tail touched its back, keeping it gently in place before it tried to swim further out. Its dark eyes were wide and afraid and its breathing was fast and uneven, though it never stopped babbling, only quieter now, as if trying to convince Mumbo it was a good human, that it would stop yelling and being noisy and dumb and would make a very bad meal. Reasonable, all things considered. Mumbo was very much thinking about eating it. It would probably be so loud though, all screaming and panicking and making them feel bad; there was a reason Mumbo didn’t eat much land prey.

They took a moment to look instead, to really take it in. The human was more haggard looking than Mumbo had imagined them to be, with scraggly hair on its head and face as well as its clothes being stained and battered. It also looked a lot less like them than they had expected given how much mers compared the species. Humans were so small and round! Its shoulders were wide and it was so fleshy and pink! Nothing like Mumbo’s own grayer, rougher skin at all. It didn’t even have fins? Land animals didn’t typically, but with all the comparisons being thrown around, Mumbo had expected something! They had similar arms maybe, but only in shape, and honestly, Mumbo’s digits were far longer. And the hair- it wasn’t stiff! It flopped right down when it was wet- what was even the point! With a couple of whistles and clicks, Mumbo attempted to tell the human it should consider having sharper, stiffer hair, because as things were, it clearly had zero natural defenses, but it didn’t seem to understand. Oh well. As much as Mumbo kind of wanted to taste it, they were pretty sure they’d already ruined its day enough. Might as well just let this one go. Maybe now it would know better than to wade into large bodies of water.

(It did not.)

[samalong1]

Readers and bubba's child with their family

The child can be biological or adopted depending if reader can't have children or scared of pregnancy as reader is gender neutrual child is gonna be a toddler to early child

Gore mentioned and reader choosing sex over saw

Nubbins

-small hands to help him in the graveyard he'll drag your child whenever you trust him to babysit to help look in smaller nooks and crannies of skeletons for anything cool and depending on how gross your child is dig around roadkill to get their bones

-will take them hitchhiking yes he knows how dangerous it is but he's more dangerous

-usually they were more focused on him and him taking a young child with him to nap in one of the car seats were one of the less concerning things he did

-one time some people he took a ride from tried to take you with them for kidnapping or to get you away from the crazed man is up to speculation

-despire being only a uncle and not having child saftey in mind he never seemed so serious as he grabbed their arms to cut them open

-scary but your child is probably used to it and they were safe in your arms and they had food for a good while

-so many pictures choptop was to busy getting into mischief with or without nubbins and bubba was camera shy and photographing drayton got him smacked with a broom

-photos infront of the sunflower field,feeding the chickens,and infront of a Texan sunset were the only cute good ones the rest were all blurry of them while they played and pictures of them with roadkill

-probally swings them by the leg around for fun while you loose years off your life

-overly enthusiastic by any drawings your child gives him and taping it to a wall

-will show them his knife collection if you don't stop him

-hands them to drayton or you n bubba when they were diapers and needed to be changed even though he plays with roadkill

Chop top

-whenever your child spends time with him blaring music can be heard music is his life afterall

-uses them to scratch his plate

-will carry them on his back while running around while your child wears a skull or something else to scare the people he's chasing

-probally pulls their hair to mess with them or whenever they ruined his plate covering

-dresses them in hippie clothes while laughing

-your child will be told the horror of war

- constantly being called far out

-he'll steal them candy from drayton's gas station or any other store (drayton doesn't give free from the station to family)

-if your child asks nicely he'll use his bent hanger to scratch their head (your child will have lice at atleast one point they aren't exactly the most hygienic family)

-he'll still use it to scratch his head after even if he's bald it's still gross

-threw them after a victim when they were running away once (only once cause no way you won't beat his ass for that)

-When a victim is running around he already trained them to start crying or sniffling to lure them before jumping on the victim like a feral raccoon

-he'll use them to help sort his stolen albums

-when someone tried to hurt their child he bit their fucking ear off

-also refused to change diapers

Drayton

-already used to raising kids

-but since as he says the child is less of a map haired idiot they won't be hit with a broom as much

-it'll be gently atleast but when your child tries to eat Chilli meant for contests from the pots, make a mess,licking things,distracting victims,getting lost,and throwing tantrums like any normal kid will get them a swat

-whenever they do less severe stuff in his eyes or he wants a laugh he'll be like well ya we're naughty better give you some use before putting the screaming crying scared child in a big pot and whistle whole taking them to the stove

-he'll stop whenever you come at him yelling and swatting him with the broom or when their on the stove and he thought the child had enough truama

-uses them at the gas station cause why woudnt you want to spend more money if the owner had some cute kid to take care of

-puts em to work either doing small stuff like removing guts from meat,scrubbing pots,watching victims so they won't escape

-he says he's annoyed and burdened by the extra nap haired sticky mouth to feed but he'll do stuff like keep their baby teeth in a old jar making sure it's safe and won't be destroyed

-casually holds your chikd upside down with the foot like nothing is wrong

Grandpa sawyer

-your child will view him as the perfect nap spot they'll often be found curled up on his nap sleeping

-your worried they'll break his brittle bones (any child bubba has is gonna be on the heavier side) but the old wrinkled raisin seems happy with his great grandchild spending time with him you think it's hard to tell

-its cute anyway he'll probally have a old wrinkled hand on your child heads while they nap its peaceful and calm it'll make your heart warm

-they'll be tasked with some aspects of caring for him like holding the cup with blood to his lips for his liquid diet or wheeling him around outside

-sometimes your child will be telling him stories about the big squirrel they chased or their own fantasy story

-drayton will think grandpa can babysit and place your child with him in the attic with a few toys to play with while he goes work not wanting to hold a child and keep them from ruining stuff

-although he refuses to kill he made a exception when a victim tried to use your child as a sheild

Bubba sawyer

-good ol dad and next to you who they receive the most love from

-while you'll sometimes ask the brothers to babysit that's only when both you and bubba can't watch them cause he's so excited to care for them

-he'll play with them doing stuff like doing their makeup and playing dress up (doesn't matter if he has a son or daughter gender roles be damned)

-if you saw the deleted clip of bubba speaking gibberish that's what he'll be doing so happy faking gossip as he sits imaginary tea with them

-super affectionate he can't help it he had you who he loves and then you made/found this thing of both of you that he lives and is small and so giddy he can't help but constantly hug and kiss them

-you'll come in on tivkle fights where your child is playfully kicking and screaming as their dad tickles and kisses their head(only playfully if his child doesn't want to be touch he wont)

-sometimes he'll randomly het worried if their gonna get hurt and follow them around same with you

-gives them a toy chainsaw

-whenever a victim starts swearing he'll just go 😰 and cover their ears so worried mad and insulted that'd they do that infront of his child even though they just got tied to a bone chair and having some elderly living skeleton try to hammer their skull in

-he loves to give them piggy back rides (though sometimes your child will bonk your head on window sills or he'll spin around to play with them and then he'll get vomited on poor boy trying his best)

-when they have tantrums or crying fits he'll get so worried he knows it's normal for kids to push boundaries and throw tantrums to see what they can get away with but his heart breaks he tries so hard to set boundaries but his heart breaks

-when people come into his home when he's alone with you and his child he panics even more he's supposed to protect you so he's making noises and speaking gibberish trying to put you into the cellar or hiding place panic scared they'll hurt you but if it's just him and his child he's carrying them running around trying to hide them and keep them safe before going to deal with the threat

-one time when playing outside he accidentaly hit them in the face with a ball and ge refuses to play catch now

-balled his eye and hugged them tightly at every milestone

[writingsforwhatever]

summers in new hampshire (m.s.)

summary: the first summer she realizes she had feelings for matt

A/N: This is part of LLTM which can be read HERE. Let me know if you all want me to post some of my other drafts! :)

word count: 782

It was the first few weeks of summer and her dad had been relentless in pestering her about college applications and summer job plans. Therefore, when Matt extended an invitation to join them in New Hampshire, she didn’t hesitate to say yes. This invitation provided the much-needed escape she sought.

With heavy eyelids, she made her way to the bathroom, reaching for her toothbrush, while her backpack rested nearby on the floor. Today was the “the road trip of the summer” as Chris called it, even though it was just an hour away from the city. She couldn't help but chuckle as she recalled the image of an excited Chris Sturniolo at school.

Alahna settled down beside her, still damp from her swim, her orange bathing suit making her tanned skin glow even more. "You're not going to swim?"

"I'm good for now. Maybe later," she replied, squinting in the scorching heat.

Alahna wore a mischievous smirk as she turned to her. "What was that about earlier?"

Confused, she asked, "What do you mean?"

"Come on," Alahna teased, her tone playfully pushy. "On the way here, Matt practically had his head on your shoulder. You're not fooling anyone, you were like blushing the entire time."

She rolled her eyes, "Give me a break, Alahna. That was nothing." She shot her friend a disbelieving look. "Also, gross."

Alahna chuckled and redirected her gaze to the beach before them. The brilliant blue waves contrasted beautifully with her green eyes. "I don't know. I think you two look cute together."

A pause.

"Have you ever thought of him that way?" Alahna pushed.

She furrowed her brow. "No way, Matt and I are just friends, nothing more. Men and women can be just friends, you know."

Alahna nonchalantly shrugged and flashed her a smile. "I know that," she said, taking another lick of her popsicle. "But you guys are like…"

"Like what?" She couldn't help but chuckle, intrigued by Alahna's teasing.

"Like soulmates."

"What? You're ridiculous," she replied with an eye roll, idly picking at her skin.

"No," Alahna paused for a moment as if thinking deeply. "You two are like puzzle pieces, you just fit together so well. I look at you two and…"

"And what?"

"And it just makes sense."

She elbowed Alahna lightly and nodded toward the approaching group. They could already see and hear Chris getting annoyed for some reason. She tried to conceal her smile, watching as the boys made their way towards them. "Stop it. We're just friends."

"Whatever," the green-eyed beauty mused, stealing a glance at the side of her friend's face and smiling to herself.

Alahna, however, couldn't resist one last comment. "Just remember, soulmates can come in different forms," she said with a wink before turning her attention to the incoming trio.

Matt's damp skin sticked to her own lotoined one as he settled beside her on the towel beneath the white umbrella. They were right, Chris was clearly irritated by the sweltering weather and in his brother, Nick. Going on about Nick's inability to capture flattering photos of him.

"Look at these, I told him to spread his feet a bit, and he kept moving!" Nick complained to Alahna, punctuated by a shake of his head.

Chris, unfazed, shot back, "No, you're just awful at taking pictures," as he put on his sunglasses, silencing Nick's complaints.

"Yeah right," Nick rolled his eyes and turned to Alahna once more, showing her the photos he took. Meanwhile, from her right side, Matt's face was so close to her she could smell the ocean from his hair. She felt a bit lightheaded.

This summer, something about Matt felt different to her. She pondered as she looked at his sun-kissed cheeks and his bright blue eyes. Perhaps it was because he had cut his hair differently from Chris and ditched his skinny jeans, or maybe he had grown taller. She couldn't put her finger on it, but what she did know was that this boy was causing her to melt, moment by moment, with his smiles and gazes, better than the scorching Massachusetts heat.

"Wanna take a walk and grab some ice cream?" Matt suggested, with Chris adding, “Buy me one too, please.”

Peering at the ice cream shop from behind Matt's head, seeing lines of people waiting for their ice cream. "Yes, absolutely."

"Strawberry?" Matt asked.

Feeling the sand between her toes and momentarily forgetting about her misplaced slippers, she gazed up at Matt. "How did you know?"

He licked his lips, a smile playing on them. "You told me, remember?"

"I really don't."

"Well, I do. I remember everything about you."

It was just a breath, a whisper in the air. You might barely notice it, but it was there—an unspoken connection, a lingering gaze, and a few steps closer to him. She wanted to say, “I remember everything about you too.”

[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, part 24

Steve now has to deal with not knowing exactly what's coming next. He is unprepared. Also, his notes are missing.

(master post)

Steve’s alarm woke him the next morning. He didn’t remember turning it on the day before. Maybe his mom had done it before she left. She used to do that sometimes. He slapped the button to turn it off, and the sting in his palm reminded him of everything that had happened the night before. He curled up around his pillow and shut his eyes, trying to will it away. 

His friends didn’t let him sleep in, though. Carol burst through the door, wearing one of his t-shirts as a night shirt and making a face at his wallpaper. “Come on, sleepyhead,” she said, yanking the pillow out from his arms. “I know you’re awake. I heard you turn off your alarm.”

“What do you want, Carol?” he whined without getting up.

“Tommy already went out to get breakfast,” she said. “I want you to tell me all the stuff we need to know about what happened the last time around. We’re going to go to school to make sure no one gets suspicious, and maybe try to talk to Byers to figure out what Will told him. I don’t know if he’ll talk to us, though.” She sat down on a free spot on his bed and dropped the pillow on his head. “You can’t just mope like this all day, though. You need to get it together so we can rescue Eddie, right?” 

Steve pushed the pillow off his head and sat up. “What? Since when do you care about rescuing him?” 

“Oh, I don’t,” Carol said. “But obviously you care. Also, Tommy pointed out that he would owe us for, like, forever. Free weed for life, probably.” 

“Jesus Christ, Carol,” he said. He flopped back down onto his mattress for a second. 

“I’m just being realistic here,” she said. She gave him another shove. “Anyway, come on. Get up already. I want to know what else to look out for before we have to go to school.”

He grumbled and got up. “I wrote it all down already,” he said. “At least twice.” His mouth was gross, and yesterday’s hairspray felt crunchy on his head. He needed a shower. 

Carol followed behind him as he headed for the hall bathroom. “Okay, but where did you write it?” she said. “That’d be way easier than waiting around for you to tell us everything you think is important.” 

“Uh, green notebook. It’s in my car, back seat.” 

“That thing you’ve been writing in at school?” she asked. “We thought you were just suddenly super into studying to impress Wheeler.” 

“Well, I wasn’t. I was writing it all down so I could say it was a story so Eddie would help me figure out how to stop the demogorgon,” Steve said. Carol looked a little impressed at that. Fed up, he blocked her from following him into the bathroom. “Now back off and let me shower, will you?”

“Remember to keep your stitches dry!” Carol said. She was generally too cheerful in the morning, but this was ridiculous.

Steve glared at her. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” he asked, trying to figure out how he was supposed to shower with just one hand.

“I don’t know,” Carol said, still chipper. “I’m not the dumbass who cut open his palm.” She gave him a sarcastic little wave as she headed down the stairs. 

It took a bit of searching, but Steve found a pair of rubber gloves in the cabinet beneath the sink and put one on over his injured hand before showering. He intended to take a quick shower, but once he was under the hot water, he zoned out. The next thing he knew, someone was pounding on the bathroom door. He stuck his head outside of the shower curtain and shouted, “What?”

Tommy was outside the door, yelling something about a book, but he couldn’t understand him. Steve sighed and put his face back in spray. He couldn’t remember how much of himself he’d scrubbed down, and he knew he hadn’t washed his hair yet. They could wait.

They didn’t wait, though. Tommy popped the lock on the door and poked his head in. “Damn it, Steve. Where is this book you wrote everything in?” 

“In the car,” Steve said, lathering up his hair. “It’s in the back seat. It’s green.” 

“Yeah, I got that,” Tommy said. “It’s not there, dude.” 

“Did you look?”

Tommy scoffed. “Yes, I fucking looked. I searched the whole damn car. I looked in every box in the trunk. You’ve got, like, an armada back there.”

Steve frowned and rinsed his hair, careful not to get any water inside the rubber glove. “Do you mean an armory?” he asked. 

“Whatever, it’s the same thing.” 

“Isn’t an armada that thing like a dresser?” Steve asked.

“Oh my God,” came Carol’s voice from the hallway. “That’s an armoire. And an armada is a bunch of ships. I swear, the only way either of you pass English is cheating off of my tests.” She shoved Tommy out of the way and shouldered her way into the bathroom. “Steve, that notebook is not in your car.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “Will you guys get out of here and let me shower? I’ll find it myself.” 

Carol muttered something about him being touchy. As he closed the door, Steve heard Tommy tell her that he really didn’t remember them, and she said something like, “He’d better fucking remember,” before they were out of earshot.

Steve finished up his shower in record time and towel-dried his hair without bothering to style it. He hoped that one of them would give him shit about it when he got downstairs, because he wanted to snipe right back, but they both ignored it. 

Tommy pushed a bagel sandwich into his hand and gestured at the garage. “Go on and show us where this so-important notebook is, King Steve.” 

“Stop calling me that, douchebag,” Steve said as he shouldered past him. 

“You’re a douchebag, douchebag,” Tommy said. There wasn’t a lot of heat behind it. “And you’re welcome, douchebag.”

Steve unwrapped the sandwich as he went into the garage. It was still hot and smelled amazing, like eggs and bacon, and he was starving. He took a huge bite, then wrapped it back up.

He didn’t bother putting on shoes, though the floor of the garage was cold and sort of filthy. He put the sandwich on the roof of the car and started looking through the back seat. There was nothing there but some old gum wrappers and receipts. It wasn’t tucked into the back of the seats or underneath them. It wasn’t in the front seat, either. He stopped to take another bite of his sandwich before pawing through the trunk. There was no way it could have gotten back there, but he checked anyway. Tommy had clearly already gone through everything. In the end he had to admit that they were right, and it was missing. 

“Shit,” he said as he slammed the trunk closed. “It’s gone.”

“Told you,” Carol said from the doorway. She had gotten dressed while he was in the shower in her jeans from yesterday and one of his mom’s nicer shirts. In her hands she held his mom’s favorite mug in her hand. She was sipping coffee from it. He made a face at her and scoffed, gesturing at everything about her. She shrugged. “What? Your mom has good taste.”

Steve retrieved his sandwich and headed back to the kitchen, trying to focus on the bigger issue than Carol imitating his mother. “Well, where the fuck could it have gone?” he asked. “I swear, it was in there yesterday. I showed it to Eddie while we were waiting for Dustin and Will to show up. He threw it in the back seat. I swear.” 

“Well, it’s missing,” Tommy said. He also had a cup of coffee, and had clearly borrowed clothes from Steve’s closet.

Steve paced as he finished off his bagel. “This is bad,” he said. “Like, I wrote down everything. If someone from the lab finds it—”

“Calm down,” Carol said. “It probably fell out at the Byers house. Tom and I will go over during a free period and look for it. Everyone will be at school and Mrs. Byers works, right? So no one will see us. We’ll find it.” 

“Yeah, Carol’s right,” Tommy said. “We’ll take care of it. Just, what do we need to know about today? What can you tell us?” 

Steve froze. “Shit. I don’t... Like, today was the day that they discovered Will was missing. I didn’t think I even heard about it until tomorrow. I don’t remember what the cops did, but Will’s not missing this time. So maybe nothing will happen? I don’t know.” He ran his hands through his hair and groaned. “I have to get that book back. I don’t remember what happens next. I didn’t get involved until the end, and it’s all messed up now.” 

Carol looked at the clock and tugged on Tommy’s sleeve. “We’ve gotta get to school,” she said. She gave Steve a stern look. “And you need to take it easy today, right? Save up for whatever freaky stuff we have to deal with the rest of the week. Oh, and stay inside so your neighbors don’t realize you’re skipping and rat you out to your parents.”

“They don’t even know where my folks have gone,” Steve said. “It’s fine.” 

“Yeah, but they’ll gossip,” Carol said. “They’re the gossipiest bitches in town, I swear. They’re worse than my mom and her nurse friends.”

“Well, you’re the expert on gossipy bitches,” Tommy said. He dodged Carol’s retaliating smack. “Okay, but Steve. Pop quiz. Who else got involved in this whole thing the first time around? It’s bad enough that I’m gonna have to be nice to creepy Byers, man.”

“He’s not...” Steve sighed. “He’s just a loner, and you would be too, if you had to deal with the shit he has.”

“He’s always been creepy, though,” Tommy said. “And he hasn’t even dealt with monsters yet.”

“Christ, Tommy.” Steve rubbed his forehead. “Okay. You just want to know which people to not piss off? For starters, it’s all Will’s friends in the middle school. They’re, like, way smarter than little kids should be.”

“Yeah, but we’re not going to be chatting with middle schoolers,” Carol said. “Who in the high school, Steve?”

Steve groaned. “Jonathan, Nancy, Robin...” He counted on his fingers. 

“Robin Buckley? From band?” Carol sneered a little. “Is that why people said you were flirting with her in Mrs. Click’s class?”

“I was not,” Steve said. “I just... God, I’ve really screwed it up already, haven’t I? People think I was flirting with her?”

“Any time you talk to a girl, it’s flirting,” Tommy said. “You know that, man. They’re all, like, obsessed with you.” 

“Fuck. Why is this so complicated?” Steve scratched his head. “Robin didn’t even get involved until Starcourt, and that’s, like, a year and a half away. Forget Robin, just don’t be mean to her, okay? She’s cool.” 

Something was missing and he couldn’t quite figure it out. He looked out at his backyard, where the woods stretched out in the distance. It was foggy, and the steam coming off of the pool didn’t help. 

He snapped his fingers. “The pool. Barb. Shit. Don’t, like, antagonize Nancy’s friend Barb, okay? The first time around, the demogorgon grabbed her from my pool and killed her in the Upside Down version of it. That’s the next major thing that happened. It needs to not happen.” 

Tommy and Carol looked extremely confused at this, but Steve just shrugged. Carol tugged at Tommy’s sleeve again, reminding him of the time. They left their coffee cups by the sink and headed out. Soon, the house was quiet.

Steve went around double-checking the locks on the windows and the doors. He closed all the blinds, and turned on all the lamps around the house. “Hey,” he said to the empty space. “Hey, uh, Eddie? I know you know where my house is and it’s pretty close to the Byers, so maybe you came here. Maybe.”

He started walking from room to room, talking out loud in the hopes that someone on the other side could hear him. “If you’re here, the lights are on. Do you remember what I told you about the lights? You can, like, tap on them. When we were there before, they glowed, and tapping on them makes them flicker on this side. So if you’re here, can you... Could you please just give me a sign? That you’re alive? Please?” 

The lights all stayed steady, with no flickering. Steve flopped down on the couch and groaned. He knew it had been too much to hope for.

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