#ones and you just rotted and never managed to make friends and just wasted your life or something ehrrmmmmm

[gayspock]

what if I wss emo instead 🤔

[ktsumu]

retired apartment neighbour!john price who just misses protecting someone warnings: he's tampering with your stuff, implied home invasion, stalking

belatedly dedicated to @soumies who brainstormed this!!!

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Your sink isn't working again.

Two months ago, it was a worn washer and something else the repair guy that your landlord sent told you. The last time, the drain wasn't up to fighting anymore.

This time? You don't know what the fuck it is.

Sometimes, you can fix it yourself— save some good money. Sometimes, something's obviously loose, because you remember that you tightened it well the time before. You make it right again and leave it, but then it just drips again. It makes you worry about the day you don't notice the sound and the wood starts to rot.

You've asked down the hallway a bit about whether their kitchens suck too, but they give you funny looks. You don't know why you've got the cursed unit, but it seems that everyone else is doing just fine.

Everyone but John, at least, because he worries about you.

John Price is half-neighbour, half-friend, half-stranger. That's too many halves, but he's big enough to fit them all.

The five months he's lived next to you, he's been nothing but kind. He's caring, funny when you're tired, helpful. You call him Price in passing, John when you need him for something; he answers dutifully to both.

(He's protective, too, frightens boys you bring back for yourself. You guess that nature came with the dog tags.)

He's kind, but you don't know him outside of when you need him, really. Neither of you seem to mind, though, since you're sure he's a busy man and he probably thinks you're too young to waste time on.

Now is one of those times that you need him.

The wrench in your cramping hand clatters against your kitchen floor, sweat beading at your hairline and under the neck of your shirt. It's the hottest night recorded in a decade and here you are; working on your fucked up sink instead of taking a cold shower.

Being too loud isn't a concern— your hallway is full of rabbits and your building manager lives below you; you hope he hears you groaning.

When you hear a knock, knowing who it's from, you start to care a little bit.

"Everything right?"

"I'm fine," you tell him, but it's wheezy. "Sorry for being loud."

Price simply opens your door, enters your home. It's barely ever locked when you're here, you aren't as careful as you used to be. Sometimes, if he's talking to you, he walks right in.

You never really say anything about it. You don't mean it as an invitation, but it comes out as one.

"It's that sink again?"

"How'd you know?"

Price is already in your space— looming over you, squatting to a kneel. One of his hands guides you away from the cabinet and you follow him without question.

He takes the wrench you gave up on. "S'always the sink with you, kid."

You see glimpses of history in Price. Like how he slides himself under your sink even though it's small, almost silent. Like how he grips your rusty wrench like a knife, backhanded, thumb closed over the handle's end.

His skin is covered in sweat, too, dewy under your kitchen light. It beads by his beard.

There's an ugly grind of metal versus metal, something tightening or being forced back into place. Price drops his thick arms again, lifting himself out from under your counter, and he hands you your tool back.

"How did you," you trail, "how did you know—?"

"Knew where to look, love." He laughs quickly when your face is blank. Price is taller than you remember when he stands, leaning on your kitchen island. "I've seen worse than some sink pipes, yeah?"

Of course he has.

It's why you mostly get him to fix things up in your place. Always knows what's wrong with your stupid apartment.

"Yeah, sorry."

Price doesn't leave when he helps you, either.

He waits, eyes trained on you when you get around your kitchen, getting the water jug and your tray of half-frozen ice cubes, asking if he wants some water. You think most people would kindly refuse, but Price always sticks around.

This time, though, he seems like he's gotten his fill, eyes lidded as he waves a hand when you go for the fridge. "M'good, love. Just call me when it goes again."

Your kitchen is uneasy. You know it isn't him, and it's probably you and the stress from the fact you can't sleep in the heat. The AC sounds like it's fighting in your window.

"How do you know it's gonna break again?" you ask. You know it sounds dumb, because you know your whole unit is a bit of garbage, but he's quiet. "Didn't you fix it well?"

John isn't looking at your eyes, he's looking at where your arms are crossed over your chest, hiding the sweat under your arms and collar. He's looking at your bare legs.

"I did," he assures you, always. "It's just a bad sink, lovie."

Just a bad sink, s'all it is.

"Yeah, it is, huh?" you ask, breathing a laugh at the stupidity of it all. At this rate, he'll be coming in to help you until you move out.

He steps toward you again, resting a heavy hand on the small of your back. You don't realize, don't even notice the fact he's nearly guided you out of your apartment until you're at the door.

Are you seeing him out, or is he seeing you?

John feels intimate when he's this close— head tilted, brows slightly raised, thumb tapping on your spine.

"Call me next time, alright?" he tells you, like you'd imagine he'd coo at a rescue. "I'm always around.”

You just nod. Something is pushing you closer and something is pushing him out.

"I will, promise."

"Have a good one then, kid. Take it easy tonight.”

"Thanks, John. I really, really appreciate you helping."

"Just what neighbours do, aye?"

He waits by the door as you close it, watching your smile just as you watch his, warm like a fire. Something makes your hand rest on the lock.

(You know you shouldn't need to, but you kneel in front of your sink when he leaves, knees pressed against the cold floor.)

Something itches in your stomach, not intuition but not ease either, nipping at the back of your brain. You almost feel stupid, using your phone flashlight to feel around the pipe that's never right, looking for something to tell you that you aren't acting crazy for doing this.

There's something you remember seeing earlier, right? Something obvious that you checked to see if it was the issue, or something you replaced last time, or something you paid for.

Your fingers feel nothing where there should be something— a piece is definitely gone, a washer or a nut, maybe old putty you remember cringing at.

It could be lost under the lip of the cabinets, maybe. Maybe that's where it is. It isn't him, surely. He wouldn't do that. There's nothing for him to do that for.

John Price has does done nothing but be kind to you— who are you to blame him for anything?

-

A missing handful of little metal pieces is dropped into a duffel, out of his fisted hand. It clatters against the rest of them.

[panda-writes-kpop]

two's company, but three's a crowd?

a/n: happy birthday to my lovely friend across the pond @foolish-sparrow!!! hope you have the loveliest day ever because you deserve your love. also, happy pride month everyone! I have a special fic that's been rotting in my brain that I want to release for pride month, but I also want to work on requests this month, so we'll just have to see what happens :)

tw: 'madre' is used once because it's my nickname for Sparrow but the fic is gender-neutral otherwise, Paladin! Reader that reads like a self-insert character, reader gets wasted as do the love interests, hangover symptoms including nausea, this author hates love triangles so your love interests are love interests and we all live happily ever after in a poly relationship <3

related fics: gimme all your lovin' (all your hugs and kisses too!), look at me! look at me!, sorry for party rockin'!, we're never getting back together (like ever?)

summary: You wake up in a random hotel room with no idea where Yunjin or Kazuha are. Last night's memories are blurry, but with the help of those two girls, you manage to put the pieces back together of what exactly happened at that party.

♡ Masterlist ♡

On a scale from “crystal-clear” to “holy fuck how much did I drink”, you’d rate your memory of last night as a slightly blurry highlight reel of the best parts.

This, of course, couldn’t explain why you woke up in a strange hotel room with little to your name beside your phone and the clothes on your body.

Your phone. You should check that, maybe someone’s searching for you?

Not a single phone call. Were your friends not even slightly concerned about you?

A single text pops up on your phone.

Katie: Text me when you’re headed home! I’ll save some breakfast for you. <3

Well, at least the youngest Paladin cares for you. Considering that she’s sweet to anything that breathes, maybe you shouldn’t take it as too much of a compliment.

Your phone pings again.

Katie: Love you lots, mi madre! Hope you had fun with Yunjin and Kazuha last night after you left the party.

You certainly weren’t in the apartment that Yunjin and Kazuha shared with three other girls, and hell, you weren’t sure if you were in the same city that you started the night in.

Your phone has a mapping system of sorts, right? Maybe you can turn on the WiFi and get a signal to your phone.

You’re thoroughly disappointed, albeit not surprised at this point, that this hotel doesn’t have WiFi or any signal for your phone. It’s almost as if the world doesn’t want you to figure out where you’re going… 

The only tool you have is your memory at this point. It can’t hurt to go over everything, right?

~

“Yunjin, we have a guest!” Kazuha loudly announces as you knock on the door. “Can you get it? I’m busy putting on make-up.”

“Why do I always have to get the door?” Yunjin whines before opening the door. “Hey, you came over! Glad to see you here.”

Yunjin lets you in before closing the door. 

“None of the other girls are in right now. Sakura and Chaewon are having a girl’s night, and Eunchae mentioned something about a study date.” Yunjin laughs to herself. “Kids, they grow up so fast.”

“Tell me about it,” You laugh along with Yunjin, “Katie’s the one organizing the party. Luckily, since Ryujin invited everyone and their mother, I slipped an invitation in for you and Kazuha.”

“Katie won’t be mad?” 

“Not at all, since the party is a cover to get a few of her friends together with their crushes.” You roll your eyes at Katie’s schemes, which will unfortunately work because it’s Katie.

“Sounds like Katie, alright.” Yunjin lightly grabs your arm before leading you to the kitchen. “C’mon, I made some drinks for us.”

“Already? We’re not even at the party yet-” You try to protest, but Kazuha gasps when she spots the three red solo cups.

“I’m down for a couple drinks if you are.” Kazuha enters the room and slides to your left as Yunjin expectantly stares at you.

So much for your whole lecture towards Katie about avoiding peer pressure when it came to alcohol and other substances.

“As long as we get an Uber to the party, we can have a couple of drinks.” You say as the two girls happily cheer.

~

You didn’t get too drunk at their apartment, but you definitely weren’t comfortable driving. After calling a ride, nothing of note happened - except for the fact that you were squished between Yunjin and Kazuha in the backseat of the car. You were trying to hide your nervousness from the both of them, but neither of them could resist the urge to tease you a bit.

“Do we both make you nervous, or is it just one of us?” Yunjin smiles before scooting closer to you. “Come on, you can tell me~”

“Yunjin, knock it off, you’re making them nervous!” Kazuha reaches over and lightly slaps Yunjin.

Yunjin rubs her arm in pain as Kazuha’s hand returns to her, but not before lightly grazing your knee. 

When you look at Kazuha, she winks at you before softly laughing. 

You’re sure that your nerves are more apart than ever - maybe spontaneous combustion wasn’t such a bad fate, after all?

Speaking of, Kazuha enters the hotel room, causing you to sigh in relief.

“Kazuha, you have no idea how happy I am to see you-”

“-Where are we?” Kazuha looks at you in confusion. “I thought you’d know, but apparently you don’t.”

“What gave it away? The fact that I reek of booze?” You joke as she walks over and peeks out of the other side of the room. “Have you seen Yunjin?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you.” Kazuha slides into the single office chair in the middle of the room as you lay on the single king bed in the room. “What happened last night?”

“I’ve got bits and pieces from last night - maybe we can compare and see what we remember?”

~

Getting to the party was eventful, but the party itself was nothing to scoff at. You had arrived a bit late, something that Katie would normally scold you for, but the party seemed to be roaring out of control. 

To your left was the kitchen, where you see a nervous Katie running around with dishes and ingredients in her hands. Dami dutifully stands to the side, occasionally holding a dish and stirring something, while watching Katie work her magic. 

You can hear King and Neon talking with a group of friends in the living room - perhaps it was time for a Boomer reunion? Yet again, you’d probably start an argument with one of the boomers, which would probably put Katie more on edge than before. 

You couldn’t chat with Mala, who was currently studying at home with Tzuyu. Katie had invited them over, but you weren’t sure that they would make an appearance tonight.

“Hey, I’m going to grab something to eat. Are you guys hungry?” Yunjin asks as the three of you head towards the kitchen.

“I could eat.” You shrug as Kazuha nods. 

“Hey, Katie-” You call out as Katie rushes past you.

“Everything you can eat is on the kitchen island. Grab a plate and feel free to eat.” Katie says before mumbling to herself, “Chili powder, lemon juice, tomatoes, avocados-”

“Is she going to be okay?” Kazuha asks as Dami hands the three of you plates, silverware, and glasses. 

“I think so, but this may be her breaking point.” Dami looks over to the counter that is stacked with half-full and empty liquor bottles. “I still haven’t told her that Ryujin and her friends have finished off most of the bottled and canned drinks.”

“Have Neon and Siyeon find the drinks. I’m too stressed to do any sort of matchmaking, so that’ll work for now.” Katie rushes back towards the sink to grab a spoon. “Oh, and I’m not ignoring you three, I promise. I’m just a little bit out of it, and I hope you can understand why.”

“At least she’s honest about it.” Yunjin mutters as Kazuha rolls her eyes.

“Be nice to the girl, she’s obviously trying her best. Thank you for the food, Katie, I appreciate your efforts.” Kazuha compliments Katie, who instantly lights up.

“Really? Thank you!” She quickly side-hugs Kazuha before continuing to organize the kitchen and mix dishes together.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles before looking over to you and Yunjin, who look ready to devour her if she doesn’t move out of the way. “We should grab some food and get to the party.”

~

“Katie’s really something, huh?” Kazuha laughs to herself for a moment. “She’s a sweetheart - no wonder everyone gets along with her.”

“Yeah, she’s something, alright.” You smile softly. “But after that, we sat down and had food until Neon and Siyeon came back with drinks.”

“I’m surprised you remember that. You and King got into a bit of a drinking competition, and well… both of you were losers in the end.” Kazuha explains.

“I wasn’t that drunk.”

“You couldn’t answer a basic multiplication question.”

“Okay, maybe I was that drunk. What happened next? My memory’s kind of blurry-”

“We played a few party games, in which you got mad at King and then chased him outside. He fell into SuA’s flower garden, and you claimed your victory over him. Then there was the whole Spin the Bottle incident-”

“Spin the Bottle incident?” You tilt your head at Kazuha.

“-I think Mala’s the person to talk to about that.” Kazuha scoots her chair closer to you. “Your friends all had a pretty good night when it came to romance.”

You groan as a wave of nausea hits you - damn hangovers and their horrible timing!

“What about me?” You ask out of plain curiosity. 

“What about you…” Kazuha trails off with a playful look on her face.

~

You were chased outside by Katie… well, some of you were. Others were too drunk to function, so rides had to be arranged, and some were growing tired as the moon continued to rise into the sky. 

Yunjin and Kazuha were still there… among others, but none were as notable as them. 

In the moonlight, Kazuha’s skin glistened as someone set up a speaker in the backyard. Like a moon to its planet, you’re pulled into her orbit as you dance together to a song you can’t quite name. Your bodies flow together as if the cosmos deemed for you two to be together.

And, of course, nothing ends a perfect first dance like a perfect first kiss. Your lips move against hers in perfect harmony as you stop swaying to the music. 

You part from her, with both you and her shyly looking away from each other, when Yunjin pulls you close to her.

“You two can’t have all of the fun~” She teases before lightly kissing your cheek. 

You don’t have time to process what happened with Kazuha when Yunjin dances with you to a much faster-paced song. You find time to tease each other, to carefully expose your feelings without being too over-the-top. It’s a delicate dance, a high-intensity card game where you both wait to play your aces.

You play yours first - pulling her flush to you as the song comes to a close.

She plays her ace after yours - her hands pull your face close to hers, and her lips devour yours with a hunger that you’ve never known before.

Another partygoer has to pull the two of you away from each other, wanting you to “not cause a scene”. As if you haven’t done enough of that tonight.

You’re stuck between two worlds, a fork in the road that leads to two different good endings.

What do you do now?

~

“Then Yunjin and I ended up kissing, and we tried to call a ride back to the apartment. I don’t think the driver knew where we were going, since we ended up here.” Kazuha shows you a flier that she found on the desk - the hotel has a similar name to their apartment building, so the mix-up suddenly makes a lot more sense.

“I think we all drank too much,” You groan as you lay down on the bed. “But I don’t regret kissing you or Yunjin, not one bit.”

“So you remembered?” A hopeful glint appears in Kazuha’s eyes.

“I told you that I remembered bits and pieces, but as you were telling me what happened, it all started to click and my memories… sorted themselves out, I guess.” You place a hand over your eyes to prevent any sunlight or artificial light from entering your eyes. “Still doesn’t explain where Yunjin is though.”

The hotel door room is slammed open as someone stumbles into the room.

“Yunjin!” Kazuha explains as you carefully sit up and remove your hand from your eyes.

Yunjin’s hair is an absolute mess, sticking up in all sorts of directions and curling in places that it didn’t curl before.

“My head is killing me.” She grumbles before face planting on the bed. “The breakfast here sucks, by the way. Why don’t we go back home?”

“Do you remember much from last night?” You look over at Yunjin, who lifts her head and smirks at you.

“Which part - the party, the kissing, or the hotel room shenanigans?” 

Your eyes widen as you look over at Kazuha - she’s just as flabbergasted as you.

“I’ll tell you all when we’re not hungover, preferably over coffee.” She says before laying her head back on the bed.

“It sounds like you’re asking us on a date, Yunjin.” You tease as Yunjin sighs.

“I wanna sleep, can we talk about this later?”

“We’ll talk later. Goodnight, Yunjin-” Kazuha says before she hears soft snoring from the other bed. “That was fast.”

“Do you want to rest, or would you rather clean up and get ready?” You ask.

“I could use a nap. Once I was semi-sober, I was looking up and down the hotel for Yunjin. I wonder where she went…” Kazuha shrugs as you slide off of the bed. “You aren’t tired?”

“I have to let the other Paladins know where I’m at.” You check the clock - 8:35 a.m.

Neon and King are probably still hungover, so Katie and Mala are the only people you should call right now. You don’t really want anyone to call you since you’re hungover, so you’ll offer the other boomers that basic respect.

“Kazuha, is it okay if I-” You pause as you watch Kazuha’s chest rise and fall - she’s dead asleep, too.

You look over to Yunjin, then back to Kazuha, and then to your phone.

You’d figure everything out, over coffee and other hangover cures. And you had one hell of a story to tell the other Paladins when you got home.

[kitasgloves]

"Lover"

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— ♬ "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

— ♬ Oikawa x Reader, timeskip, SFW, tooth-rotting fluff, gen reader, established relationship, please Oikawa is so lover-coded ugh

You'd say that you met Oikawa Tooru late in your life. It was unfortunate that you didn't experience the opportunities back then if you and him met earlier. But it was a blessing that you ended up falling for him out of all people, how lucky you felt when he fell for you just the same. Leaving the Christmas lights up 'til January, after all, this is your place with him, and you and he make the rules. There's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about Oikawa. Sometimes you wonder if you've known him for twenty seconds or twenty years.

Being away from your lover wasn't easy, though you managed. You're not the type to beg him to stay knowing he can find happiness and success elsewhere, you didn't want to hinder Oikawa's improvement or ruin his happiness. You wanted to share that joy with him and be the one who enables him to be true happiness. However, even after a million video calls and text messages sent to him across the globe, you can't fight off the longing. The desire to feel him beside you, to have him within your reach, and the urge to never let go. You wished you could go where he goes and always be this close, forever and ever.

But when Oikawa returns to the country he is sure to take you out and take you home. After all, he's your lover. It resembles the myth of Persephone, how he spent six months in Argentina and six months in your arms. Yet there were no complaints, and he's the man of his word. June was the month he always returned home, the perfect time to also celebrate his birthday in July. Parties were often wild and heartwarming, friends and family were invited and drinks and music filled the atmosphere.

Everybody adored Oikawa, it reflected in the constant crowd that surrounded him, either fans or friends. You understood it, after all, you fell for his charm. But only you succeeded in seeing who he was. You had the privilege of seeing Oikawa unveiled. When the cameras weren't on, and when nobody was looking. Oikawa was a passionate, earnest, and kindhearted man who happened to be a volleyball nerd. How could you not possibly gain feelings?

"Honey, can Iwa-chan and the rest crash in the living room? They're absolutely wasted"

Oikawa chuckled as your eyes panned to his three friends stumbling over each other towards the living room. You roll your eyes playfully and snicker. You nod, this was his and your place and you make the call. As the party ended, everyone was asleep. But you're wide awake, gazing at Oikawa's lovely face. His luscious eyelashes and perfect chocolate locks make you sigh dreamily, how you managed to bag a guy like him still feels like a mystery. Your hand reaches to caress his soft cheek.

You're highly suspicious that everyone who sees him wants him. How could they not? Oikawa was the perfect package, from personality to looks. Maybe it was this stupid fear of being replaced by someone better, but you couldn't bear the thought of him being taken away. Because you've loved him three summers now, but you want them all.

Oikawa stirs in his sleep, one eye opens and sees your wobbling lip. He doesn't overreact, instead, he takes your hand from his cheek and pulls you in his embrace. He soothes your fears with a gentle kiss on your forehead and reassures you with an arm over your figure. 'I'm not going anywhere, love' it tells you and you melt. Oikawa falls back to sleep with a smile after seeing you snore softly in his arms.

"We're wearing red!"

"No! Blue!"

"No! We did Blue last time!"

"Fine! Turquoise then!"

You huff at him with your hands on your hips when he pouts at you. Tomorrow was going to be the yearly Official Volleyball Gala that you've attended with him a thousand times already. You and Oikawa were famous for having matching outfits that the Paparazzi looked forward to. Playing along, you two decided to feed the media what they wanted. This was the root of petty arguments over what outfit should be worn this year. You proposed to go with red since you both haven't worn that color in a while but Oikawa insisted on going blue even if you both already did previously.

You load your shopping cart with red clothing and Oikawa lets out a dramatic gasp. He plucks the clothes out of the cart and replaces them with Turguioise-colored dress shirts. You scowl at him as you both go neck to neck with each other in the shopping mall. 

"I'm tired, Tooru! Just give up and choose red!"

"How about this, we go with pink!"

You raise a brow when he enthusiastically shows you a light pink tuxedo. You placed a hand under your chin and hummed, it's a not bad idea. You go to look for the same colored outfit to match the tuxedo and your boyfriend's eyes sparkle.

"Fine, only because we haven't worn that color in a while"

Oikawa cheers as he picks you up in his arms, spins you around, and litters your faces with obnoxious kisses. You both exited the mall satisfied with an agreement. The preparation for the gala was chaotic, it was filled with traded dirty jokes, compliments, and flirting. On arrival at the gala, all heads turn to the both of you. Cameras aimed at you two as the flashes blinded you, of course, they're more interested in your boyfriend so it takes the pressure off of you. After security stopped the paparazzi at the entrance, you and Oikawa went to chat with every athlete you were friends with including friendly associates.

"Oikawa-san! [Name]-san!"

"Shoyo!"

You and Oikawa said in unison as you both went to hug the orange-haired athlete, Hinata Shoyo. He goes to compliment you and Oikawa's matching outfit as he often did, catching up with the two of you. You and your boyfriend parted ways to briefly linger with other guests at the gala. Oikawa had a hilarious exchange with Kageyama Tobio and Ushijima Wakatoshi while you gossiped with Yaku Morisuke and Kuroo Tetsuro. When you two reunited, both of you had an unexpected encounter with Atsumu Miya and Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"Well if it isn't the one I defeated on 'The most handsome setter of the year' poll"

"I will fuckin' skin ya alive"

"Nice to see you again, Sakusa-san!"

"Likewise"

The gala goes on as it always does. Quick speeches and athletes sharing their gratitude. Music and food, and overall a relatively good time. But there was a sudden surprise when all the athletes' significant others were invited on stage to give a speech for their athlete lovers. You were caught off guard when Kuroo pulled you in line. You witnessed Akaashi Keiji's heartfelt speech for Bokuto Koutaro, the crowd was sniffing. A funny woman went on stage to make fun of Suna Rintaro's posture, nonetheless giving him a romantic message. When you are up next, your stomach drops.

You were thrusted up on stage with a microphone, and you gulped. Public speaking wasn't your forte, it was more of an Oikawa thing. To see thousands of eyes on you made you quiver like a freezing kitten. But Oikawa was there to save you and all he did was send you a smile and a heart sign in the crowd. Suddenly, you feel like giving a ten-hour speech.

"Hi, I'm [Name] [Surname]. Me and Oikawa have been together for ages, most of the time I feel like I have a toddler for a boyfriend"

There were chuckles in the crowd, you don't need to see but you know your boyfriend is somewhere pouting and crossing his arms. But you continue.

"All's well that ends well to end up with him. I swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover. He'll save all the dirtiest jokes for me and at every table, I'll save him a seat"

A collective sound of 'Aww's flooded the room. Your eyes meet with your lover, Oikawa, who gazes back in a way as if he's on the verge of crying.

"To you, my lover, I love you"

You ended your brief speech as everyone responded with applause louder than you anticipated. You ran backstage to sprint towards Oikawa who had his arms open. He engulfs you in a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, holding you impossibly close. You hold on to him without the intention of letting go, drowning yourself in his affection.

"God, you're such a sap, [Name]"

"Shut up, I saw you almost bursting into tears!"

You both pulled away. Seconds after, Oikawa leans over to kiss you. It was tender and romantic and it made your knees weak for all the right reasons. When you two part, he was grinning at you like he won the lottery and you're sure you're smiling back at him like an idiot.

"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

"Of course, my darling"

Your smile went wider and he did the unexpected instead. Oikawa pulls out a tiny white box from his pocket and bends on one knee. Air gets violently knocked out of your chest when you gasp, your eyes immediately turn glassy when he reveals to you a glimmering silver ring.

"Tooru, you did fucking not-"

"Marry me, [Name]. I'll take you everywhere with me, back to Argentina and here in Japan. Then we can always be this close, forever and ever"

Who would've anticipated Oikawa Tooru proposing to you backstage when not a soul was able to witness it? You couldn't hold back a sob, so you only answered with a nod and a choked-out 'Yes' before the setter pounced at you with a hug and a long kiss on your lips. You can see the tears in the corner of his eyes as he slips the ring on your finger. And you couldn't be more happier, to be finally engaged with your lover.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[vampyrixdarling]

— 「𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓」

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╰┈➤ [Yandere] Sonic the Hedgehog x reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis; You reunited with your best friend, Sonic, only he’s one of the infected. But he isn't attacking you. Instead, he only seems to be after your affection.

: ̗̀➛ Type; Romantic headcanons [Zombie AU]

: ̗̀➛ warning(s); yandere behavior, gore, manipulation.

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→ Taking a step back, you couldn't break the eye contact shared between you two. Eyes wide and breathing heavy, you wanted to scream- to run away from the horror in front of you, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You were frozen in place, and there was a lump in your throat. Your throat was starting to hurt.

→ All he could do was stare back blankly at you, and if you looked deep enough in those dead, grey eyes of his, you could see a spark of who he was before. A spark of your friend. Or at least that's what you wanted to see. All attempts of getting away were met with him limping closer. But he wasn't running. He wasn't trying to kill you, and you weren't sure how to feel about that.

→ You didn't know what hurt more. Seeing your best friend right in front of you as one of the infected, or the pain of knowing that if Sonic was gone, you might as well give up all hope of a better future—as well as a cure.

→ The smell of rotting flesh greeted your nose as you couldn't help but make a face of disgust. Tears pricked your eyes as you took in his appearance. His flesh was slowly rotting away, parts of his rib cage visible. He let out a whine, his voice dried and hoarse as he took another step towards you. He reached a hand out towards you, as if to tell you to take it, but you refused, shaking your head and finally managing to say something.

"Sonic?"

→ He groaned again, a faint change of voice, which only made you more confused. You thought for a moment, that if Sonic could've smiled, he would've. And taking a risk, you stepped towards him. He didn't say anything, the silence quickly becoming deafening. Although, you weren't sure if you could say anything if you tried. You weren't sure what was happening. Normally, the infected wouldn't waste a second in tackling you, digging what was left of their teeth into your throat as they feasted, trying to please a hunger that could never be satisfied. So why wasn't Sonic doing the same?

→ After that whole situation was finished and dealt with, and you deemed that maybe Sonic wasn't as much as a threat as you thought, he wasted no time in following you. It's almost as if nothing has changed, like you two were hanging out and laughing like before. Except nobody was laughing, and he wasn't alive. Not anymore, at least. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't unnerving having the mutilated corpse of your former best friend following you around, but something in you thanked whatever god there was left that you weren't alone anymore. That if you were to die, at least you'd die with your friend.

→ Eventually, you decided to try to communicate with him. You'd ask him a question, and he'd look at you and tilt his head. Almost as if as soon as you opened your mouth to speak he just zoned out. Just like he did before. Sure he's groan and whine, those were the only noises you've heard come from him lately, but you never really had a solid way to communicate with him.

→ It wasn't long until the peace and quiet you two shared was interrupted. You didn't know how, or why, but Sonic began to act differently around you. He became more needy, more desperate for any attention he could drain out of you. He started to try to get more physical, such as hugging you and trying to hold your hand. This contradicted the hedgehogs usual nature. He's always been known to tolerate physical affection only briefly, before politely asking you to stop. But not this time.

→ When his attempts of getting closer to you are either ignored or shut down, he began to grow impatient as he kept trying. But the more you turned him down, the more desperate he became. If you tried to separate from him or in the case that someone tried separating you from him, the hedgehog would grow angry and irritated, growling and opting to throw a fit. He never resorted to violence, thankfully, but somehow his growls were more terrifying. You've never heard them before.

→ But you wouldn't be lying if you said, as terrifying as this all was, that you weren't at least a little bit interested in where this could go. He was intensely dependant on you, never leaving your side and never wanting you in harms way.

→ In the case you submitted and let him hug you, despite the sour smell that made you want to vomit, he'd be happy and cheerful, as if his previous meltdown didn't happen, nor did it matter. But something about your friend getting satisfaction from you coming back to him and giving him what he wanted made your stomach turn, but you tried convincing yourself that you were just overreacting.

→ As you two sat down on the grass of a forest, your back against a tree as you dug through your backpack, you pulled out a photo. It was you, Sonic, and Tails. You sighed, running a thumb over Tails' face. You never found out about what happened to the little fox. But looking at Sonic, and the rest of the world, you could make a pretty good guess. Did Sonic know? Was he there? Knowing him, he probably sacrificed his life for his little brother.

→ This gave you an idea. Another test of yours. Hesitating for a moment, you snapped your fingers. Sonic's head snapped to look at you, with that same blank stare. You swallowed, putting the photo in front of him, on the grass.

"Look," you said, sliding the photo towards him on the ground. "Do you remember?"

→ He stared at the photo for a few minutes, before letting out a whine, slowly lifting his finger and putting it on the photo, on top of Tails. A part of you felt terrible, showing him a photo of a distant memory, of someone long gone. But another part needed to know. If he can feel joy, and anger, can he feel grief?

→ He took his hand off, staring blankly again. You couldn't tell if he didn't care, or if he lost all interest in something that wasn't related to you. Which, after his eyes drifted to the photo of you, his eyes were fixed on it. Maybe you could try again another time, but for now, your experiment was unsuccessful. But you still didn't have a solid answer as to why he acted this way towards you. And maybe you never would. But, possessive undead best friend or not, he was still here with you. And that's all you could ask for.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

A drop of your love

request: can I please request a lucien x reader fic? where they're "just friends" and lucien has a rough day. to help him feel better she prepares a bath for him and washes his hair and back (scars from under the mountain still shining there), all while giving him soft kisses on his cheeks, neck and ears, whispering how much he's beautiful and how much she loves him.

a/n it's my first ever Lucien story so go easy on me but also enjoy. 🤍✨

warnings: scars, mention of murder, blood, torture, trauma.

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The kitchen felt stuffy and warm, despite the rain pouring outside. Eight other females were twirling around the place. Pot lids were clacking, and the sound and steam of boiling stews and sauces steeped into the smallest of places. It was nearing dinner time, so the commotion was a usual thing. Yet in the midst of it all, you managed to find peace in kneading the dough and shaping it into little loaves before carving delicate leaf shapes into each.

"They're back", the voice rang through the door as Maria, the youngest, ran in, making the older woman pick up their work and ordering whoever was assigned to help them to work more swiftly. You were just finishing up putting the loaves in the oven when you felt the presence of someone beside you. "It looked bad. Worse than the past two times", Maria's voice was low and cautious. Gossiping about anything was forbidden. Even more so when it came to the high lord and his family. There wasn't a thing that Beron did wrong in his own eyes, so everyone was to believe that as well. Many had lost their tongues for a word or two said at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Was he on his own?", you asked while wiping your hands onto the apron, keeping your head turned in the complete opposite direction from the girl. So your mouth moving could be mistaken for you just muttering recipes under your breath. "Lord Eris was beside him", you frowned. That was not what you expected, especially if the situation was bad. Eris was Beron's pride and joy, at least in front of the court's eyes. Mother only knew how many times you had washed the blood out of his clothes and brought him remedies for the bruises. But he was initialed to take the throne one day, and so that gave his father more than one opportunity to make him fight for that spot like a wild animal, urging the rest of the brothers to attack and try to take Eris out.

"Y/N, you're asked for", your head instantly turned to the guard calling out your name. Wasting no time, you shrugged your dirty apron off, reaching for an already prepared jug of wine before rushing up the stairs. By the laws that Beron ruled by, you belong to Eris. A price. A gift, if you will. From his father himself, after they burned the village that wanted to rebel against the high lord. Dragged by the hair to the main mansion. Forced to kiss the high lord's feet as a thank you for taking you in. Not all females made it here. Most were butchered and left to rot. Only the prettiest and most fertile were brought in.

"My lord", you said, knocking on Eris's chamber doors carefully, waiting for his approval before walking inside. The place was dimly lit. You didn't dare lift your hand. Eris didn't like to be gawked at. Time spent away from his father was sacred to him. He got so little of it. Never enough. "As pleased as I am to see your face, petal, I'd prefer if you sought Lucien out", his words made you still in your place. Usually, Eris was way more subtle about how he approached this subject.

Back then, Beron let his sons pick the girls they wanted. And it wasn't Eris who picked you. No, it was Lucien. But Beron despised Lucien with everything that he had. So the moment the youngest made a choice, the high lord burst out laughing. Mocking the fact that he even thought that he had the right to pick anything at all. And because he wanted to cause Lucien more harm and show him even more that he wasn't ever going to get what he wanted, he gave you away to Eris instead.

"Is it… bad?", You cleared your throat, settling the jug onto the side table. You two had formed a weird sort of friendship through the years. Eris was a good male, even if he was forced to portray this cruel creature. Regardless of his father's urging, he never bedded you, never force you into anything you didn't want to, and besides his little anger outbursts, he never shouted at you either. "You women gossip around, so what would you say?", the lord said bitterly, making your cheeks turn crimson. "My apologies, my lord", you said quickly, hoping to not get Maria in trouble for any of it.

Eris rubbed a hand over his face and said, "Go to him, will you?", you nodded your head quickly, bowing one more time before turning to leave. This wasn't an unusual practice. Eris saw the way Lucien's face dropped when his father dragged you and shoved you into Eris's arms, "Yours to keep or kill, son". He celebrated you as his win in front of everyone's eyes, but the moment the door to his chamber closed, you saw a completely different person in front of you. Someone who cared, someone who loved deeply but couldn't show it. It was Eris who arranged your and Lucien's first proper meeting. He sent you to his cabin to fetch an old book with court documents; however, what you found there instead was Lucien. Fumbling with a lira in his hands. So lost in the sound of music that he didn't even hear you. He never played in the main villa, but in the safety of his brother's cabin, he must have felt safe.

Pressing both of your palms onto the cold wall, you pushed slightly. You couldn't enter Lucien's chamber from the hallway. Folks around the villa gossiped too much, and now that Beron was getting out of hand, everyone was looking for the smallest misbehavior so they could run off to the high lord and prove their loyalty that way. "Shouldn't you be with my brother?", Lucien's voice greeted you before you had even fully stepped into the room. "Tia is of more use to him now", you said rather bluntly, before forcing the passage back closed and wiping the dust onto your skirt. You turned to the red-haired male, who looked as pale as the paper. So Maria was right; it was indeed bad.

"Lucien", you muttered softly. You two had grown closer. Call it an instant connection back at the village after the slaughter. Or maybe it was the fact that you had found comfort in one another's presence through the years. You weren't a servant to him. There were no titles when you were together. It was just Y/N and Lucien. Eris's cabin was where you met most of the time. Some evenings, instead of tending to Eris privately, you were let off to spend the night with his brother instead. Yet even in the beauty of the moment, you never let yourself forget how whatever had been blooming in your chest would never become a reality.

"It's okay. Just… need to", the youngest of the Vanserras shook his head, pulling at the strings of his cloak, which he forgot to take off once he stepped into the room. His clothes were dirty. Dried blood still coated his skin, even if he tried to wash it off. "Should I run you a bath?", you asked, keeping your voice warm and gentle as you stepped closer. Lucien said nothing, moving to reach for your wrist so he could pull you closer to him. He wrapped a hand around your back, guiding you down onto his lap. You carefully cupped his face, tilting your head to the side, hoping to catch his eyes.

"It was the usual", Lucien touched your wrists, pulling them away from him, as if trying to keep you away from the filth that he was coated in. That still lingered. "Just this time he made us slotted children", your heart fell. Lucien was indeed the softest of them all, and not in a weak way; he had a good heart. Something that was looked down on in this court. He had a heart that cared. A heart that considered others' feelings. Beron had tried to choke out that part of his youngest for a while, but it didn't work. And the more Lucien cared, the more Beron wanted to make his life a burning hell.

"I sent Pipper to bury them. If father won't catch them…", but this time you captured his face, pressing your forehead to his. "You are not to blame; you are not like him", you whispered. Cautious of your surroundings but wanting nothing more than to pluck all the bad thoughts away. Lucien turned his face slightly to the side, brushing his lips over the inside of your palm. "You will never be like him", you knew words could be hard in moments like this. And how could they not? With a sigh, Lucien stuttered, "But what if…", You shook your head instantly, "There are no what-ifs, Lu". The years you two spent getting to know each other had proven to you over and over again that he was nothing like his father or brothers. Lucien's love ran deep. He was strong-willed and fearless when needed, but just as much, he brought a shield of calmness and that autumn coziness with him.

"What?", You had been lying in the field of flowers with Lucien the whole evening. Tia had offered to cover for you back in the villa. You two had been looking up at clouds, pointing out shapes, and making up stories. It felt calming and easy. So easy, it almost scared you. And then a giggle slipped past Lucien's lips as he shook his head. "Nothing", he muttered, his eyes not leaving you. You nervously brushed your fingers through your hair, fearing that something might be tangled in it,"That's not fair now".

However, Lucien giggled softly anyway. You playfully shoved at his chest, "Tell me", you pleaded, "Why are you smiling like that?". Lucien reached out, threading his fingers through your hair carefully. "You", he muttered, your heart skipped a beat right as he spoke up again, "Still don't know why Mother would send you to me". His voice sounded more like a whisper. As if he was scared for someone to hear it. For someone to make the happiness disappear. You cupped his face, leaning closer to him. "Good hearts call out to other good hearts, Lu".

You smiled at the memory as you brought the autumn male closer to your chest. Waiting for the shakes to ease. Knowing that pushing him around now wasn't going to get you anywhere So you stayed put. Letting him soak up the warmth and smell of your body. For Lucien, you were a haven. Autumn wasn't his home; you were. You've been there since the moment he saw you. No one had truly shown him kindness until you came along. No one had taken the time to get to know him. To let him be himself. Lucien had been heading down a dangerous route back then. Beron had been close to bending his will. But then you came around. And something shifted.

"How about I make you a nice bath? You know, with lavender…", You brushed a kiss over the top of Lucien's head, rubbing your hands up and down his back. Yet his grip on you only tightened, "I will stay close by and will brush your hair. We can even braid it", it felt almost silly how you were trying to bribe him into it, but you knew that affection was what he truly needed. "Four plats?", he asked, making you let out a soft chuckle. "Whatever you want, fireboy".

The bath chamber was filled with steam. At this point, you were convinced that Lucien was close to boiling himself in that bathtub. You let him get undressed before you walked back in. Thankful for the stuffy room, it hid your rosy cheeks, which had turned crimson at the sight of Lucien's naked chest. You've seen him shirtless before. Mother… You two had made out in the stables once. You had let go of all your boundaries. That one time you let yourself dive headfirst into whatever was blooming deep within you.

"Hot baths are fun, but how about we don't cook you alive?", your much colder hands pressed down onto Lucien's shoulders. You let your fingers wander across his skin, kneading the tense muscles. Lucien let out a growl of satisfaction. Hands gripping the side of the tub once your fingers found a particularly painful knot. "How you do this is beyond me,", he muttered, and you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips. "Braking bread is no joke", you laughed under your breath. "I never doubted your skilled hands", Lucien practically purred, causing your cheeks to heat some more.

You reached for a cloth, dipping it into the water before moving it over Lucien's back. A light frown suddenly tinted your eyes as you once again turned to the scars that painted Lucien's skin. It never failed to make you feel this burning pain in your chest. No matter how many times you saw them. Lucien was weary of showing them to you at first. You only got to see them when he stubbornly hid them from you after the latest beating from his father, getting them infected and causing a fever to break out. You nursed him for a couple of weeks while he remained practically unconscious as he lay on his stomach. You had never been so scared in your life.

You ran the damp cloth over his back a couple of times until your hand stilled. Your brain was telling you to stop, but your heart fought back harder. So you leaned in, dipping your head lower as your lips brushed over Lucien's shoulder once, then over his shoulder blade. You let your fingers dance over the grooves of the scars before accompanying the touch with your lips. You knew that he hated this cruel reminder, but to you, this was a part of him that you wished he could learn to love. This wasn't a sign of weakness. This was a sign that he survived.

"I love you", those words slipped past your lips dangerously quickly. A gasp followed right away when the realization hit. "What?", Lucien turned your way. You two had grown closer. Way closer for it to just be called friends, but you never let yourself think of it. "You… What did you say?", Lucien had shifted inside the tub so he could face you. You shook your head, moving to pull away, but Lucien grasped your wrist gently. "Y/N", you knew, that wasn't a demand. If you wanted, you could leave. He wouldn't hold you back, but you couldn't. Not when his desperation filled the room. You could sense his emotions. All of a sudden, they were all around you, and you couldn't feel anything else. A golden thread glistened all of a sudden. Catching both of your attention. A breath hitched in your throat. "I love you", you muttered once again carefully, and the gold seemed to beam.

Lucien practically jumped out; of the bath, causing you to quickly turn your head to the side and for him to lower his hands. A nervous chuckle left your lips. You felt his arms around your shoulders; next, he was still dripping but he didn't care. Pulling away from you slightly, Lucien pushed a finger under your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You love me?", he whispered. You bit down on your lip. A part of you screamed that this was wrong, wrong but the mating bond danced around you. Happy and satisfied now that you have finally acknowledged it. You didn't trust your words, simply nodded your head. Lucien did the same, mimicking the movement. "My gorgeous girl", his fingers cupped your face as he leaned his forehead onto yours, "I always knew it would be you".

Your bottom lip quivered, your hands restted on his hips as you moved to stand even closer to him. Lucien ran his fingers over your lips gently. "Say it again", he urged you. "I need to hear you say it again", a tear ran down your cheek as you stepped onto your tippy toes. Cupping Lucien's face as you leaned closer, you whispered, "I love you, Lucien, with all that I am" right by his lips. Lucien let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before crashing his lips against yours. For a kiss that said it all. The kiss was more than just the aftermath of an emotional moment. It was a promise. A plea for love. A chance for Lucien to finally get a glimpse of what true happiness looked like.

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04 Back in town

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Angst with Happy Ending) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: Zombie Apocalypse) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve & Hopper, Steve/Eddie TW: AU zombies, body horror, injuries, blood, whump, presumed dead character Words: 1221

Steve always knew that he would die alone, fighting some monstrous creatures.

Since the first time he hit a Demogorgon with a nailed bat in Jonathan's Byer living room, he never stopped fighting.

What he wasn't expecting was having to fight people he knew.

Maybe Jason Carver and his brother Christian weren't exactly his best friends, but finding their rotting corpses chasing him while he was looking for supplies in the back of Malvad wasn't exactly on his wishlist.

Steve jumps on a rusty car's roof, holding his backpack tight and looking for an escape. He still has Hopper's gun, but the noise would only attract even more zombies, so he grabs the switchblade from his back pocket and clicks it open, still looking around, weary. If there's something he has learned, it's that towns are way more dangerous than the woods: too many blind corners where zombies can hide.

Jason Carver is already trying to climb on the car when Steve kicks him in the face and his rotten teeth fall on the ground, bouncing like white marbles. Christian is just behind him, and Steve loses no time: he stabs him in the stomach and pushes him to the ground. That’s not the right way to kill them, but the fastest to get rid of them while he runs toward the old movie theater.

The old signboard where Tommy wrote some slurs against Nancy in another life, is dangling, so Steve runs toward it, planning to use the slope at his vantage to get on the roof. He kisses the black and red guitar pick around his neck for good luck and jumps from the car's roof to the concrete before sprinting toward the theater. The signboard cracks loudly before breaking in half under Steve's weight, but he manages to cling to the ledge of the theater, with his legs dangling in the air.

A sudden burning pain makes him scream, and for a moment his left hand slips and moves instinctively toward his injured leg. Christian Carver is standing under him, reaching out toward Steve's legs with his discolored arms. Steve kicks him hard, freeing his leg from the zombie's hold, and with the adrenaline still pumping in his veins, he pulls himself up on the movie theater's roof, rolling on his back and finally catching his breath.

The Carver brothers are still growling, and Steve knows that the smell of his blood will attract every fucking zombie still in town. He's utterly fucked. And Hopper will be furious. He told him not to go in town alone, but El was sick and even some expired meds are better than no meds at all. 

Steve rummages in his backpack: going to the school's infirmary was a good call, he found some gauze and a few meds, but Melvald was a disaster. He knew it was one of the first places that got ransacked. He grabs a half-empty bottle of water, drinks some, and pours some on his leg. It looks nasty.

Fuck.

With a sigh and trembling hands, he takes the walkie-talkie from the backpack and turns it on. It slowly cracks to life while the growls under the theater get higher and louder. How long till those monsters find a way to get on the roof?

"Hey Hop," he says, pushing the button.

"Steve? Steve, where the hell are you?"

"In town."

"How many times did I tell you-"

"Got El's meds."

"Ok. Ok. Now get your ass back home. It’s going to get dark soon."

"Don't think I will. Christian Carver got me good."

"Steve." 

Steve can hear Hopper grit his teeth, "How long? We could still-"

"I'm in Hawkins and it's getting darker. No reason to risk it. I'll leave the backpack somewhere safe here on the movie theater roof. Come and get in the morning, ok?"

"Steve."

Steve whimpers softly. He has some gauze in his bag but he doesn't want to waste it. He's going to die on that roof anyway and the others will need it more than him.

“Sorry Dad,” he says, before turning off the radio and pulling the batteries out.

No goodbyes. Steve hates those. 

The throbbing pain from his leg keeps him awake, while the sun slowly sets. It’s not a bad way to go, he thinks to himself.

He’s drinking some water when he hears the noise of a helicopter propeller.

He must be hallucinating: gas is long gone. But the noise gets closer and closer, and a bright yellow light blinds him for a moment. A rope falls from the helicopter and someone dressed all in black climbs down with ease. The unknown man gets closer to him, and Steve shivers in fear. Maybe he's not so ready to die after all.

The man moves slowly, studying Steve's face before bending next to his leg, "How long?" he asks, staring at the bloody injury.

"Hours."

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

The voice seems so painfully familiar.

"Ok, we can still take you to Owens and-"

"Eddie?'' Steve asks, confused. The last time Steve saw Eddie he gave him his guitar pick before leaving with his band to make it big. And then the world split in two and people were turned into zombies.

"Hey, big boy. You always had a wicked sense of humor. Now that I finally found you, you play me a trick like this?"

"Sorry, Ed. Didn't mean it."

Eddie grabs the bottle of water, helping him drink a few sips.

"I'm going to take you away from here," Eddie says, helping Steve stand, who whines loudly even if Eddie helps him hold his weight. He tightens the rope around Steve's middle and holds himself with his arms while the crew on the helicopter pulls them up.

As soon as they are on the helicopter someone yells, "Are you fucking crazy? He's infected!"

"I wasn't gonna let him die on that fucking roof alone, ok Gar?" Eddie replies, while a dark-skinned man, Jeff if Steve’s memory isn’t wrong, points a flashlight on Steve's leg.

"There's no bite." He whispers, pulling the skin while Steve grits his teeth and Eddie and Gareth keep bickering in the back, "Hey, morons! There's no bite! Just a very nasty scratch!"

"Are you serious?" Eddie jumps next to Jeff, staring at Steve's wounded leg. The cuts are deep and need a very thorough cleaning, but if there's no bite.

"I knew you were a lucky son of a bitch, Harrington!" Eddie says in a jubilant tone, hitting Steve’s shoulder who whimpers and immediately asks for forgiveness.

“El. I have medicine for El in the backpack.” Steve tries to explain, while Jeff is still trying to clean the cut as well as he can.

“We’ll find them and we’ll take them home. For the moment all you have to do is rest and recover.” Jeff says, wrapping Steve’s injured leg.

“Home?” Steve asks, confused.

“Dear Steve Harrington, you’re now a member of the Nina Project Community.” Eddie grins, sitting on the floor so that Steve can rest his head on his legs.

Eddie brushes some sweaty strands of hair away from Steve’s head with his fingers, “Don’t worry, Stevie. Everything will be fine.”

And if Eddie is still alive and he found a safe place to call home, maybe there’s still hope.

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Permanence

->Wilbur Soot x Reader (hinted but never explicitly stated) ->No use of Y/n ->I tried to be as gender neutral as possible.

*Hurt, minimal comfort, hopeful ending TW: Su*cidal ideation, Self destructive thoughts and actions, SH mentions/references, depression, lots and lots of depression. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Summary: You are stuck in a multi-month long depressive episode, and it's gotten so much worse. You're on your last leg, and you need someone to help you. Good thing best friend(?) Wilbur and his band are there to help :] Word Count - 2.4k

Wilbur Soot. Twitch streamer turned famous musician, heartthrob—you get it. He’s everything anyone could want in a partner. Trust me, I would know. He’s been my best friend since form. And since then, he’s only ever been kind and considerate and just overall an amazing person. What a guy right? With his stupid brown hair that covers one of his eyes when it’s outgrown. Stupid brown eyes that have just the right amount of dark and light brown in them. It’s stupid of me really, to ever hope for a future with him that involves us being more than friends. I can only hope though, right? He’s up there, in the states, singing his heart out on a stage. While I’m stuck, on the other side of paradise–more like purgatory–lamenting on how many people adore him. I’m feeling sorry for myself, rotting away in bed at 2 in the morning. It’s not like I have to work in three hours–whaaaat nooooo… A knot develops in my stomach at the mere thought of leaving my bed. Maybe losing my job isn’t so bad. Wilbur has told me time and time again he’d pay me to edit for him. But I could never make him do that. Never would I take advantage of him like that. I’d feel like more of a burden than I already do. The thought of him having to support me financially makes me want to vomit. It makes my skin crawl, so it’s okay if I waste away. If I end up rotting away in my bed. It’s fine. At least then I wouldn’t be able to consume too much of Wilbur’s time. Taking up too much of his time has always been my biggest fear. To me, it came true a long time ago and I’m finally reaping what I sowed. It sucks really, how I thought I'd have a shot. Just for it all to blow up in my face. Now he’s somewhere in America–having the time of his life. Good for him. Bad for me.

Reaching over, I grab my phone. My coworkers probably hate me. I keep asking them to cover my shifts so I can rot in bed for another day. It’s been like this since–September? It started off just once every few weeks. Now, it being almost December, I’ve not gone to work in over two weeks. What’s the point anymore anyways? I can’t do this. I can’t do anything. Deep down, when I started doing things for myself–I knew I wouldn’t be able to do this. That was two years ago. I guess I’m finally breaking.

Pulling the duvet over my head, I try not to think about how my breath smells, and the uncomfortable way the oil sticks to my face. I shove my head into the pillow. Trying to block out the sounds of people existing below my apartment. It’s so much easier to rot away when people don’t rely on you. When you have no reason for existence. I don’t want to die. But at the same time I don’t want to live. I’m too much of a coward to do anything about it, so I lay and wait. I wait for some omnipotent being to strike me down and judge me for how I’ve managed to mess up any and all relationships I’ve ever had with anyone. Me and Nikki haven’t spoken in almost a year. Me and Wilbur haven’t even seen each other in months My family doesn’t talk to me.

I wish I could say “The world is fucked and everyone hates me.” But that’s not the truth. The truth is I am my own undoing. I have destroyed everything I’ve worked for. Any relationships–platonic and romantic–have fallen through because of my own emotions and insecurities getting in the way. It’s not fair for anyone. Well, anyone except for me. I brought this upon myself. My phone is the only thing lighting up my face. I looked at the time. Suddenly it’s six in the morning, and I’m late for work. The thought makes me want to cry, but I can’t. I can’t tell if it’s apathy—or dehydration. 

I call my boss. She answers. “Where are you?! I haven’t seen you in weeks! I’m worried about you hun, do you need me to call someone?” She opens, sounding both relieved and shocked I even called. I clear my throat the best I can, swallowing saliva feels like eating sandpaper. “I uh..I was calling to let you know I won’t be coming back. I’m quitting. And I’m sorry for not putting in my two weeks. It’s not–” Something foreign is bubbling up in my throat, I force myself to swallow it down. “-It’s not fair to you. And I’m sorry.” I whisper, hanging up shortly after.

I feel terrible for worrying her. I feel terrible for upsetting her. I feel terrible. I am terrible. I’m a parasite. I always have been. Mooching off of others in order to help myself get by. My thoughts fall back to Wilbur. I’ve been mooching off of him for however long we’ve been friends. I want him to be happy. I don’t want him to feel like he needs to be my friend to keep me alive. But at the same time–I can’t do this anymore. I can’t look myself in the mirror and tell myself it’s me. I can’t. I’m not the person I thought I’d become. I’m not the person I thought I was. I’m useless. My phone rings again. I go to decline it, I can’t. 

Wilbur’s face greets me. His contact photo, the two of us at the amusement park I helped them film for Tommy’s vlog channel. We’re smiling. His arm over my shoulder, and my head on his arm. I remember that day. Wilbur held me for a bit while Tommy and Phil were off filming a different part of the vlog with Russ. I was overwhelmed and so was he, so we took the time to chill by the snack stands. He got tommy cotton candy, and we split popcorn even though he couldn’t really taste it. We spent a good time just taking funny pictures with each other. I remember that day, it was a great one.

Tears breach my eyes before I can stop them. A sob ripping through me, I force my face into the pillow to muffle it. The ringing stops. My tears don’t, and that makes me feel so much worse. My chest convulses as my sobs reverberate through the room. I’m a mess. I’m laying in my bed, rotting. Wasting away and feeling sorry for myself. Everything is terrifying, every breath I take reminds me of how I’m alive. Reminds me of how I can’t escape the feeling of impending doom that washes over me. I’m going to die here. I’m going to die. I was never permanent. 

I knew I couldn’t do this. I’ve been lying to myself, little lies, white lies. To convince myself everything was okay. That it was fine for me to fall in love, it was fine for me to believe I wasn’t just taking up space. That I wasn’t slowly getting tired. 

Contemplating whether or not cut myself some slack–but ending up just cutting myself loose. I lift the duvet from my head, staring at the ceiling. My eyes flick to the ground, clothes and food everywhere. Some of it’s moldy. It makes me feel worse about myself. Turning my head, I look to my PC. I should sell it. Someone else would be much happier with it. I haven’t used it in a while anyways. I can’t take care of any of the stuff I have can I? 

My phone rings again, this time I do answer. 

“Oh my god–” I hear multiple people take a sharp breath in. I can’t stop myself from making a small noise of confusion. “Hey..Your boss–called us.” I recognize the voice to be Joe. I lift the phone, checking the caller ID. It was Wilbur again. “Wil—?” It hurts so bad to talk, I haven’t used my voice this much since the end of October. I hear a choked noise and whispers. “We’re gonna—come over there okay? The tour ended last night, no gigs for a while. Wil’s been missing you y’know.” I can’t tell who said that, “I–no. Sorry.” I don’t know why I said that. I don’t know why I hung up either.

Maybe deep down I did want them to help, I do want their help. But logically–It’s for the best.

I swing my legs over the side of my bed, cringing at how my clothes hang off of me. My back hurts something awful. I’m so tired. 

Yet I stand on two feet and walk to my bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t recognize them. My hair–too long and too oily for it to be mine. My skin is pale and the bags under my eyes are so dark they could rival a racoon. 

It’s then that my legs decide to give out. I can feel my knees split as I hit the tile. I’m so tired. I look down at the sweater I’m wearing. It’s one of Wil’s. I can’t remember when I put it on. I can’t remember a lot of things recently. Like when this got so bad. Or when my arms started to sting. My eyes are heavy, I can barely keep them open. Maybe a nap wouldn’t be so bad.

When I wake up it’s to voices around me. I’m laying on something warm–It’s moving. I can’t find it in myself to open my eyes. My breathing picks up, and I hear an intake of air accompanied by a hand on my forehead. My eyes are shooting open in fear before I’m trembling. He’s above me, looking down at me like I could break.

I look around, there's two other people. I can barely make them out. Joe and Ash. It’s hard to think. It’s so hard to think. 

“There you are..” Wilbur whispers, his pointer finger gently stroking my cheekbone. “What happened to you love?” I can’t tell if it’s his tone, or the fact he looks so broken. But I can’t stop my eyes from watering and my body from turning into him, hiding myself away. Embarrassment filled me, they’d seen it all. The moldy food, the dirty clothes. They probably saw the abundance of mail I'd gotten as well. People are walking out the room. Not Wilbur, he stays. He stays and makes me look at him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna help you shower, and they’re going to clean and get you food. Okay?” My eyes widened. I shake my head so quickly it hurts. His face falls, he looks down at what I’m wearing. His face falls even more. “Love…” He whispers. “I don’t–I can’t. Don’t make me.” I whisper. Wilbur wipes away my tears and shakes his head. “No. You’re going to get clean, eat, and then you will sleep for however long you need to.” He lifts me like I’m nothing.

He sets me on the toilet, turning to the tub and turning on the faucet. He waits for it to get warm before he’s plugging the drain and helping me get undressed. He brushes the hair from my face, he frowns at the sight of the back of my head. He looks down at my arms before I can see him clenching his jaw. “We’ll work on the matts too.” He picks me up again, placing me in the tub and going to shut the door. He grabs a towel from the cabinet, as well as a washcloth. He swipes the comb from the counter.

“I’m sorry.” I can’t help but whisper. He sighs. “I know. But it’s alright. We were worried about you.” Was all he said before he’s dousing my hair in water. He keeps a hand on my forehead, stopping the water from getting into my eyes. And with that, he applies conditioner and starts to de-matt my hair. An hour and countless tub refills later, my hair is de-matted and I’m clean. Feeling slightly better too. Wilbur gave me the crewneck he was wearing for comfort, before planting a kiss on my forehead and leaving the room to grab other clothes. The sounds from the outside are a lot less foggy now. I can hear the boys outside bickering and talking. “Are they okay Wil?” “What happened?” “From your face, I can tell it wasn’t good.”

I can’t help but stand weakly, the towel wrapped around me. I look in the mirror. I look a little more like myself. I touch my face, I look pale. I am pale. My hair is a bit longer now. I don’t smell bad anymore. I do feel better, but I can’t help but think I’m making Wilbur do this.

Wilbur reappears, he looks at me and smiles. He hands me the clothing he picked out before leaving the room once again, though he stands just outside the door.

I dress quickly. Slipping on Wilbur’s crewneck once I have my shirt on. I walk out, giving Wilbur a small smile. “You uh–You didn’t have to do this.” He takes my hand and leads me through my now clean apartment. “I did. Because if I didn’t–If we didn’t, you’d be dead right now, or you’d have killed yourself soon.” He says, sitting me down at the table that’s been cleared off. “Now, be honest. When is the last time you remember eating something?” He asks. 

My face drops. That’s the thing–I can’t. “Uh–Tuesday?” I say, like I even know what day it is, his face falls. “It’s Friday.” He deadpans before going into the kitchen, he comes back with Ash, Mark, and Joe. They each have both in their hands. Wilbur has two.

“It’s just soup. Easy on the stomach.” Joe pipes up before sitting on my right, Wilbur sits on my left, and Ash and Mark sit across from me. “We don’t need to talk about things right now, no one is going to make you. But you need to talk to someone soon. Maybe not us, but someone.” Wilbur said, putting his hand on my knee. “Yeah. I think I can do that.” They smile, I eat my soup, and for the first time since September–I feel permanent. 

[merakiui]

along with the brain rot about azul putting himself in terrible situations, i present: jade leech who puts himself in compromising positions just to turn the tables when you least expect it. :)

he frequents bars and clubs, gets all prettied up for the little show he intends to put on, and acts completely intoxicated. black-out drunk. white girl wasted. absolutely plastered. he's good at it, too. mimicry comes easy to him, and he puts on such a convincing act when he knows you're watching. and you are because he always visits the bars and clubs you go to, at the exact times, following you like a second shadow. you never remember him, but then how could you if you're also getting tipsy with your friends? he blends into the night, a tiny star amidst a sea of dozens. you never suspect a thing.

jade never does anything the first few times you and your friends help him. he hangs off you like dead weight, using the opportunity to feel your perfect anatomy beneath your skimpy outfits or to press himself against you and smell the perfume that clings to your skin. on one particular night you (rather foolishly) wrote your phone number on his arm. he's written it down in a notebook, but he's yet to text it. he will one day, but his plans don't call for a text just yet. once, he risked it and kissed you. and he has alcohol to thank for it, but you reciprocated. that was his happiest night.

the next time he does his routine act, you aren't drunk. you're the designated driver tonight. somehow this makes his plans a little easier because you're in a clear headspace. jade acts and you fall for it, but this time he acts so completely out of it, so completely gone, that you take him outside for fresh air. and, really, could you be any dumber? it's cute, though.

he's stumbling, mumbling something incoherent (it's about the cool air, it's about the alcohol, it's about everything and nothing), and you pat him on the back, ask him if he has any friends here. he mumbles something about the train, but it's late and he's most definitely missed the last train home. you have no idea what to do, so you suppose it wouldn't hurt to drive him somewhere safe. there's a hospital nearby. he can be dropped off there and you can make it back in time to join your friends at the bar. surely it'll be fine, and he seems a little familiar. you think you've met him before.

so you manage to get him into the backseat of your car and then you're buckling into the driver's seat, and off you drive into the night. jade sits slumped in the backseat. your car smells just like you. and he smiles. silly, stupid, foolish you.

you never make it to the hospital, nor do you make it back to the club. and jade's never seen frequenting those establishments ever again.

[wishing-stones]

Baggs (B)

B. Under cover of darkness.

Sneaking about in the shadows seemed... unnatural to him. He was bright, conspicuous, meant to be the center of attention and to command it all...

Not to skulk around in the darkness like a churl.

He rarely saw deployment, but today was one of those rare times that he left the sanctity of Nightmare's Hold, venturing out with Dust and Cross.

Dust melded into the shadows so well that Baggs himself lost track of the hooded skeleton a handful of times. Cross, despite being clad mostly in white, also managed to hide well.

Subterfuge he could handle, but stealthy he was not. Still... He stuck closer to Dust as they combed through city streets and back alleys, unseen but for the occasional pair of worldweary, tired eyes that might not believe what they were seeing in the first place.

Such was the nature of a negative-leaning world, he supposed, but it upset him to see humanity so callous about their own-- left to rot on cold, wet concrete and waste away on pitiful scraps.

Monsters would never. Monster could never.

The altruistic part of his soul wanted to help the few people that he swept silently past, shivering beneath threadbare blankets, but...

It wasn't what he was here to do, and in the long run, it wouldn't help anything. He continued on, simply shaking his head and sighing a slow sigh through his nasal cavity.

Dust glanced sideways at him, straightening a little from his almost predatory stalk.

"almost think you'd be better off keepin' you and yours underground."

Uncannily observant, Dust was. Baggs couldn't fault him.

"Sometimes, I think much the same. At least there I can ensure they're safe and taken care of." He returned softly, "I don't think I could live with myself if I brought us to the surface to face such terrible conditions. We may be monsters, but humans are the ones who are truly monstrous."

Dust grunted in agreement, nodding along.

"and sometimes you gotta take care of the trash who treat other people like trash."

"I am afraid not, my friend." Baggs' smile was wan, "I don't think I'll ever be given to such violent impulses... but far be it from me to prevent you yours in appropriate circumstances."

"cool, means you won't try to stop me." He rolled his shoulders back with a faint, eerie chuckle, "which is great, because i might be spillin' blood tonight."

"So long as I'm not in the splash zone, I'll not stop you." Baggs waved him off with a small gesture of his hand, banking with his current mission partner and entering a far more dimly lit alleyway to regroup with Cross.

"you find our mark?"

"Yeah. Might need some assistance getting his personal guard out of the picture. No need to make it messier than just him."

Baggs sighed heavily, rolling his shoulders back.

"Hold them with blue magic and I'll ensure they remember nothing."

...

Some time later, as he watched the mindless guard slump against opposite walls in a hallway, dead asleep, he found himself thinking that... perhaps utilizing the shadows suited him... a little more than he initially banked on.

Commanding attention was fantastic and powerful in its own right...

But sneaking behind someone to whisper them into compliance made him feel powerful in an entirely different way. He felt ephemeral, as fickle and fleeting as the shadows themselves, and then, truly then... he felt as at home on this mission as both of his compatriots did.

[cut3blush]

Love Me

tw:Abuse, Noncon, violence, bullying, blood,Self-Hatred, Psychological trauma, 

(P/N):Professors name

Authors Note: sry I’ve been inactive been really busy with classes and work I’m terrible at time management lol

Kai Chisaki wasn't always a bully.

It'll probably be because you hurt his ego.

Maybe he asked you out one time, but you were new on campus and wary of people, so you politely declined his offer.

For Kai, he saw that as you humiliating him in front of the school. The new girl just rejected the Kai Chisaki whose family is from the yakuza.

Kai who would say, 'who do you think you are?' and the cheeky guy he was before becomes someone else.

He started spitting insults here and there, never missing a day to make you feel weird or wrong about yourself. 

The soft and beautiful radiant golden eyes from before turned dark and hostile towards you.

Sweet words turned harsh.

Flaws that you didn't see before started surfacing. Suddenly your hair is too messy and all over the place. Your skin is too dead, and it makes you look creepy. Your eyes are too dull and sad that you don't seem friendly anymore. Your nose is weird, and so on. The list never ended, and you started to change from the person you are before. Kai made sure to make you feel the way you made him feel. You suddenly became closed off and did everything to be unnoticed. It's better to be a nobody than be the center of everyone's torment.

Kai, annoying as he may seem, as his best friend Chrono puts it, is a popular guy, and it didn't take long for everyone to follow his lead. You're just trying to finish your last year and finally leave the hell you created for yourself, but Kai swore to make your life a living hell. "If it ain't my favorite dead girl!" Kai’s voice booms through the hallway. The chatters immediately stopped to witness the popular guy, and now, the loser of the whole school interact. "Got somewhere else to be?" His voice was sweet as well as his eyes, but you know, everyone knows that his intentions are far from being sweet.

What? Your tongue isn't working anymore? Bet it rot with your dead body, and now everything is decaying with you, is that it?" He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for his gang to back him up, which they did. Kai smirked as the hallway started being filled with thunderous laughter, and they're all directed at you. You did nothing but bite your lip in hopes of stopping yourself from crying in front of everyone. You can't afford another round of teasing. You faked a laugh before turning away from him and started heading to your last class. 

 Kai hated the way your eyes looked at him with nothing but sadness. Your sadness wasn't even directed at him but at yourself. He just wanted to make you feel the way you made him feel so you can understand that the both of you belong to each other.

You're fucking perfect, and Kai is far from that. He might be the most popular guy in school, but you were way out of his league, so he had to bring you down to earth just a little bit. But it got out of hand. He had no idea how to stop what he started, but then something happened. He was just on his way out of detention, the hallways are now empty, everyone has already gone home, and Kai was used to that.

What he wasn't used to is the sound of whimpering. More importantly, it's the sound of you whimpering. He wasted no time and ran towards the direction of your voice, and as he turned the corner, his blood turned red hot in seconds. He's seeing nothing but red at sight in front of him.

(P/n) asked you to come to their office before going home to discuss something, and you didn't know whether to cry because of sadness or cry because someone actually cares for you. (P/n)shared their worries with you because your once impressive grades started pummeling down to the point where it can cause problems with your chances of graduating. (P/n) gave you special assignments to do so you can pass their subject, and you thanked them for that. You even hugged them so tightly and dwelled on the affection for too long, which worried them.

Is there something wrong, dear?" They asked, eyes glossing over yours with worry. You decided against telling them and just shook your head at them. "Do you think I'm failing my other subjects? What if I don't graduate in time?" (P/n) was quick to calm you down, telling you how the meeting with the teachers went and even joked about you purposely failing only their subject, which you laughed at.

You left their office with a smile, chuckling at the memories of their jokes when you suddenly felt an impact on your left side and then your right side when you hit the lockers with a loud bang, making you whimper in pain. "The fuck are you laughing at, dead girl?"

A familiar voice says above you. You look up to see Nemoto who you know is apart of Kai’s gang, but before you could reply, his foot started meeting your abdomen, your sides, or whatever part of you that he could kick. At some point, he was able to kick your face, which made your ears ring in pain, so you decided to shield your head with your arms to block his kicks. "I don't know why overhaul never did this before, but I am doing it for him. He'll be so proud of me! I can take over his place after he graduates." You didn't even realize that you weren't receiving his kicks anymore, but the sound of kicks can still be heard.

You peak out of your arms to see the Nemoto’s body across from you on the floor, receiving hits from a large man above him. "What the fuck do ya think you're doing?!" Kai growls in anger, and you didn't know if you were thankful that you weren't on the receiving end of his growl, but it still terrified you.

Kai growls in anger, and you didn't know if you were thankful that you weren't on the receiving end of his growl, but it still terrified you. "M-making you proud!" Nemoto spits out the red liquid before scrambling away after Kai pulls him up by his collar. "If I see you touch her again, you'll never be able to see a day again, you understand?" Kai pushes the boy away before looking back at you; all the anger on his face turns into something softer.

He scrambles towards you, kneeling before you and helping you so gently until you leaned on the lockers, heaving at the pain that Nemoto caused you. Kai continued to stare at you, eyes observing you before his hands gently prodded your face. "You’re bleeding…" He murmurs before pulling out a cloth and dabbing it softly on the wound, apologizing when you flinched at his touch, which surprised you.

W-what are you doing?" Your voice trembles, and Kai only sighed in response, shaking his head in disappointment. "Why did you have to reject me?" He asked, carefully putting a band-aid over the scar and he lowers his mask kissing it so gently with his pink lips. You stared at him in shock and confusion. Wh-What the f-fuck?!" You try to push him off, but he only gripped both of your wrists with one hand while the other caress your face.

"We could've been so happy together. You would've had a great experience, but you always manage to put yourself in danger… Why didn't you just let me in?" The gloved hand on your face goes to the back of your neck. Your struggles were no use when he quickly pulled you into a kiss, his tongue easily forcing itself into your mouth and coating and mixing your saliva with his.

"I should've not given up, but you … you hurt me, you know?" He pulls away before admiring your face. "I lied, though. You’ve have always been so beautiful. I just wanted ya to give me a chance, but then you started avoiding me more." His jaw clenches before his grip on your wrists tightens.

His other hand goes under your shirt before fondling your breasts through your bra. He leans in towards your neck before sniffing and moaning as he continues to massage your breasts while his hips started to grind against yours in need. He growls against your neck as his grind started to get violently fast. "Ahh fuck!" His hips stopped before he's shaking against your body. Your eyes widened at him as you looked down at the front of his pants which now had a stain on the crotch area. "D-did you just—"

"See what you do to me?" He laughs before kissing your lips once more, the hand on your breasts trailing down before he forces it down your skirt and under your panties to feel your core with his big hands. His gloved fingers make a quick swipe up your slit, making you shiver at his feeling on your sensitive area.

"And I see what I do to you…." He inserts one finger, groaning at the way your walls are tightening around just one finger. Kai swore he could cum again at the thought of his cock entering your very tight pussy. "We didn't start strong, but we have all the time in the world now, just me and you…." He places a kiss wet on your lips, continuing his assault on your core while his thumb finds its way to your clit.

Kai enjoys the way your hips jolted at the feeling, and he smiled. "I will help you graduate with honors and then after that," he pulls back from the kiss before smiling at you. "We'll start over. I'm never leaving you again. I'll make sure that I'll be by your side forever. I'm never going to give up on you. We'll finally have what we both deserved."

He feels your walls fluttering around his one finger, so he added another, thumb flicking your nub harder, forcing you to release. "Mmm!" You bit your bottom lip as an orgasm was forced out of you, pleasure showering you as your eyes shut tightly. "So

beautiful….Angel”.

Kai pulls his hand out of your skirt before quickly placing his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

"So delicious as well." He helps you up carefully before guiding you out of the school and into his car. "I'll drive you to school and from school from now on. There won't be a time when I'm not watching over you. I'll protect you from now on. I'm going to right every wrong thing I did to you, my Angel…." He leans down to kiss your lips then your head before fixing your seatbelt for you and starting the car.

"Everything will be better now. I promise I love you."

[hussyknee]

On a scale of one to ten, how fucked up is that I want to slap Mum when she whinges and moans in pain?

It's just. That maternity body pillow I bought her that gave her instant relief because it supported her head and elbows? Discarded because "I need to sleep without being trapped in that thing in the night." Bitch, the entire fucking point of it is so you won't roll over in your sleep, rotate your hip and damage it more. Then I ordered a memory foam wedge to keep her hips straight, and made her keep a cushion between her knees until it arrived next week. She moaned and groaned while I helped her and then didn't even try to keep it in place.

She asked me to buy a new blood sugar monitor while I was out. I realized as I was paying for it that I don't know how long it hasn't been working, where the warranty was and if the problem could just be incompatible batteries. I also had to buy a new blood pressure monitor because she had never gotten that replaced either. Came home and checked her BP to see it was high– because she had forgotten her after-breakfast meds. Grumbled that she didn't know what she was supposed to take, she can't read the prescription, no one will read it to her. This is unlikely, but my sister is in charge of her meds, and she might have elected not to because Mum is a retired surgeon and prone to taking prescribed meds and dosages as suggestions she can switch around at will. Healthcare professionals are the absolute worst patients in the world, but my mother is in a class of her own. But even if she didn't know her own prescription, all her medicine has been sorted into the pill organizer I bought her.

For fuck's sake, I bought her an easy-to-open water bottle to keep on her bed so she won't forget to hydrate as much as possible, and she never keeps the thing nearby. Then she complains her pain pills make her constipated.

She just needs to fucking get a grip and do the bare minimum to help herself. Granted, she's never done that in her life (hence the current situation), but this is beyond ridiculous. Bitch, you are in pain because you are doing fucking nothing to not be in pain. I've spent so much money on stuff to make her life easier and it keeps feeling like a waste. She's hellbent on getting the hip surgery done ASAP no matter what, but won't actually do anything to heal enough so she can get cleared for it. Not even the six weeks of bedrest she's determined not to complete will be enough if her BP and sugar won't go down, and the stress from lack of pain management keeps spiking both of those.

The most galling fucking thing is that I pretty much outlined this exact sequence of events. Over and over. I told her she can't keep overworking herself and then eating junk out of stress and not checking her sugar. She kept saying, "Then I'll drop dead! And you'll be rid of me! Then you need not be bothered by me any longer!" I was like, "You're not going to conveniently drop dead. Your stroke or heart attack will just leave you weak and nerve damaged. You'll go blind. And even if the first one won't leave you paralyzed, the second one will, or you'll inevitably fall and crack your head or break something important. You'll be disoriented and in agony for weeks or months, pissing and shitting yourself, and then you'll labour for weeks on a ventilator in the ICU before slipping away." Because that is how her own mother died. How my friend's mother died, how so many older people die. And she fucking knew that, but between her toddler brain that can't connect cause-and-effect, her Jesus fixation and her god complex, she never let herself think it would happen to her.

My friends want me to just tune her out, let her go to hell how she wants and focus only on keeping the house afloat. But the same hyperempathy that drove me to a mental breakdown when she let my brother's teeth rot in his head, is now going haywire around her pain. I wanted this fucking witch to suffer for what she put my brother through. I cursed her out to her face repeatedly, telling her she would endure tenfold what she subjected him to before she died. Now that's actually coming true, and all it does it make me hurt as well, for the same damn reason. Fuck my life.

[wizard-harriet]

A Story of Learning and Humility, Part II

The first week of learning necromancy was hard, I did not expect to have to do so much digging.

Wizard Charlotte taught me more than just necromancy, and I became her temporary apprentice. She explained that magical death could not be healed with necromancy, and often led to unalive abominations.  

I learned about RESTORE LIFE, honed my FUMIGATE spell, and began to understand the work of UNSCENT and RESTORE FLESH. It was dirty, hard work…and kind of gross, but I learned so much more.

I learned how to open portals to other locations. The only trick is you had to be there once before to be able to open a portal to the location. There was also the chance of catching an innocent bystander in a portal and then you had to fix that mess up. Terribly messy according to her, and there is no way to restore them with direct spells. You have to use a time sigl to restore a magical death and that leads to the possibility of a time loop error.

I also learned about the relationship of an apprentice and a wizard, and I liked it. It was like a friend, but also a mentor. Nothing like my first apprenticeship. I was barely an unpaid intern, and I was being paid for my work with Wizard Charlotte. She was radicalizing me.

The most important thing I learned was how to harvest and make Wizard Tea. That was the real learning experience of this trip.

Once my brief but informative apprenticeship was over, I thanked Wizard Charlotte and teleported her to the hill I hoped to live on one day so she could visit in the future, and we said our goodbyes. She returned to her tent tower, and I headed to the farm. I arrived and the young boy was working hard in the field with his younger siblings when I arrived. He looked me up and down and shouted, “You’re back! I don’t know what to say, you gave me more work than I can handle, and now my siblings are working as well. The gold was barely enough for a week of living, and now I have fields that are rotting because they produced more than I can harvest. Just leave, you are like every wizard I have ever seen. Thinking you know what is best for everyone else and doing whatever you want with your power.”

My heart was broken, and I offered to him, “I am sorry. I did leave you in a predicament and you are right. I did not ask your consent to cast spells on your land. I left to learn to bring your family back, and I can do that if you agree. I can also fix the spells I cast on your farm to make the harvest manageable and remove the rotting harvest. Let me know what you prefer, and if you just want me to go I will leave and never return. Your words have taught me things I had not considered, and I am more than willing to learn, as well as repair the damage I created.”

The boy was shocked. I think he expected me to disintegrate him instead of apologizing. He said, “You just want that hill. You will do anything for it.”I replied, “I will not ask for the hill, and I will leave now if that is what you wish.”The boy looked at his siblings and looked at me. Through tears he started, gaining confidence as he spoke, “You….you don’t know….what it, it, it’s like to lose your parents and have to work. You do magic. Your life is easy. If you can fix it then do so, and create no more trouble for me. If you can bring back my parents as they were, then do so, but do not waste my time again.”

In a flash I restored the crops to not be rotten, and lowered the intensity of the abundance spell. I then headed off to the graveyard with a shovel and a grim look of determination on my face.

…to be continued.  

[rennsdeaddoves]

Fanfic Summary List

ight here we go, the colour of the name is an indecation of the rating, if you need a refresher go to my pinned post.

all of the summaries are under the cut (cause this post got way long) enjoy going through them and seeing what my muddle singular cell'd brain has come up with!

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Let Me Give the Wold to You - Dragon Ball Super

Beerus x adopted dauhter oc (we love a good found family)

Summary; was it a blessing or a curse that led all of them to this? Chance or fate that made Zeno decree all destroyers should have children of their own after Goku took Goten to them. Because whether or not Beerus and Whis know it, they saved her life. 

Nishiyama Yume was one push away from death, she was balancing on that fine line waiting for the gust to blow her over, for her to rot six feet under. But it didn’t happen… she was taken away before it could, saved before the drugs could shut her down permanently. Shown compassion and nurtured as she should have been before the despair got to her. 

And now she brings life to the table, she’ll fight for what she has, or at the very least die trying but Beerus won’t let that happen. He’s fought too hard for her to leave him now, he doesn’t want this all to be a waste of time… or is it more than that?

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Queen Consort - Dragon Ball Z/Super

Freiza x oc that turns into vegeta x oc

oc is the daughter of King Cold's favourite concubine and allows her to have a child with a Sayian man of his choosing to make the perfect Concubine for his son. Freiza initially wants nothing to do with her but keeps her around cause his father asked then he realizes that maybe she is good for her intended purpose and a very toxic romance with Freiza starts. it isn't until the birth of their son Kuriza that she realizes something is very wrong when Freiza won't even let her see the child. she runs, and crashes on earth where she is found by Vegeta. things progress from there.

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This Never Ending Nightmare we must Call Life - Little Nightmares

Thin man X oc

Summary; the Maw was where they lived and where they were supposed to die. But fate had another idea and kept one alive. Those on the Maw named her Key as they thought she was the key to saving them all from this twisted world. However, a strange signal pulses in her head and she is drawn to the land, heading for a place with towering buildings and pale skies;

Key makes a journey that should have never been made in the first place. 

if you like gaslighting this is the fic for you.

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We Say When We've Run Out of Time - The Incredibles

Syndrom (Buddy Pine) X OC

no summary for it yet, but we have Amnisa, strangers - friends - lovers, and all that good stuff (including child experimentation!)

basically oc is a goverment project aiming at bringing back supers but she manages to escape only to lose her memory and end up washed up on Syndrom's island where he then takes her in.

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Rising to Our Fate - Princess Mononoke

Ashitaka x oc (yes I age him up)

Summary; working on it

basically there is a second Emishi settlement, one that has a princess. this princess is paired with Ashitaka and when nago comes she banishes herself with her husband  

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Let Me Go - It (2017)

Pennywise x OC

don't got a summary for this one but basically, back when Derry was first a settlement a group of boys tried to kill it but failed. one of the boys sisters came into its abode to check for her brother but instead all she found was thing fading ball of light.

turns out the dead lights split and reproduced after this latest feast but some were incredibly weak and regurgitated from the form. this dying dead light found this girl and made her its host.

now hundred of years later she returns to Derry Main to see what is calling to her.

(basically i just summoned all my monster fucker energy to put into this one cause we got some fucked up smut in this)

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Lies on your Tongue, Poison in My Blood - Halloween

Micheal Myers x OC

Summary; they were friends before the incident, then she forgot somehow, forgot him, them, their promise, Haddonfield, everything. But somehow she turns up in the Sanitarium, with him… 

He would remind her, whether she wanted to remember or not, he would make her remember, she needed to. So Micheal took her, and now they're both on the run and wanted.   

Micheal has a childhood friend who ends up at smiths grove too just without her memory and he takes her away. just some cute stalker / yandere behaviour here!

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Wait No Longer - Cult of the Lamb

Narinder (the one who waits) x oc

no summary, however! oc is a child of the sky (this will make sense when i explain later) she falls into Narinders domain and he finds that she actually can't die, she is untouchable by him. so he keeps her around and that about as far as i got! i just no that cute shit happens in this!!

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Determination of the Forsaken - Kung Fu Panda

Tai Lung x OC

oc is a celestial dragon of the zodiac, she falls from the heavens and loses her divine memory. Oogway finds her takes her in and teaches her.

even though this is a pretty old story (as in its been in the works for a while) that about all i got on it (srry)

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Queen's Reign - Solo Leveling

Baek Yoon-Ho x OC

Summary; Getting an E-ranking is sometimes called a blessing in disguise. Sure you won't make as much money or really be noticed but you still have the options that other hunters do. Go Ha-rin knows these options all too well and has decided to take a quiet office position at the White Tigers guild taking on the occasional E or D-rank dungeons with her closest friend Sung Jin-Woo. 

When Ha-rin finally meets the guild master by accident she realizes that it was her old high school crush, suddenly a lot of feelings are returning and she sets her sights on finally getting that date she promised herself all those years ago. 

Though, while she is pursuing love, something continues to brew in both the shadows and the light. Will Ha-rin be ready for what is coming? Can she handle the power required? 

guys solo leveling is amazing go and read it, especially for the beefy tiger man pls

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And No One Saw it Coming - Puss in boots the last wish

Death x Oc

Summary; Kitty and Perrito get to Puss while he is still stuck in the cave of souls, while death still hunts him down like a cat would a mouse, or a wolf would a cat. 

In the ensuing scuffle, the three find out that even Death can have a wish, when Goldie and Jack are dealt with, they actively seek Death out and ask if they can somehow help grant his wish. If they can help find who he longs to see again. 

Of course, Lobo scoffs at them. He’s a very busy wolf and doesn’t have the time for this, but something in the back of his mind won't stop gnawing at him and eventually, he caves, Accepting the tabi’s offer for help. 

i add some stuff, give lobo some siblings and a lot of family drama, and puss is still puss.

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Memories of Gold - genshin impact

this one is actually already up on my a03 so if your interested check it out here

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There are no Strings on Me - Genshin Impact

Scaramouch x Oc

Summary; puppets are controlled by strings attached to their joints. Everything about them is under the control of the puppet master. 

But what happens when the one discarded by their creator, meets the one that was set free with no knowledge of the world? 

Is his need to protect her an obligation or a cry for something he wishes he had when he was let go, someone that would have guided him through the world and taught him what needed to be taught? 

its been so long since i actually worked on this one, all i remember was that it was angsty as FUCK

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Frost Born - Genshin Impact

Il Dottore x OC

Summary; Life is maddening. So Il Dottore decided he’d be one step ahead of life by being even more unpredictable, it’s worked so far. Or so he likes to think it has anyway. 

But how long can he keep up before he breaks into pieces?   

Life is punishing. So Aleksandra decided that she would keep her head down and bend to anyone so she didn’t get hurt any more than she had to. Though it never worked. 

How long could she keep living like a rat?  

so i started writing this when all i had to go off of was webttore, so its been through some workshoping ever since Sumeru.

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Drown Me in that Deep Abyss - Black Panther / Wakanda Forever

Namore x OC

another with no summary, but oc is a mutant, her mutation is that when her body is immersed in water she becomes a siren and she needs to feed on blood to sustain herself properly. her mother was a wakandan spy but quit cause of her father so she goes to her mother's home in an exchange program being done at Professor X school and gets taken in by the royal family.

[glitterdragonthegreatprotector]

This is a cross over between Hello Puppets and my FNAFtale AU. I turned a DM RP into a fic. Hopefully me and my bestie @sweet-and-insane can get back to the main crossover RP on @ask-underfazverse QwQ

But until then, enjoy this!

Fredbear and the puppets end up having a strange dream. A familiar one for everyone, except their new bear friend...

Fredbear was back in Riley's lab, except it looked much newer and cleaner. A man was strapped down to a table as Riley filled a needle some sort of liquid.  "Riley! Riley, please-"

"You will die ether way. At least we will be able to bring you back by the next day."

She injects him with the fluid, and he passes out. She then proceeds to get a large saw.

Fredbear tries to interrupt. "RILEY!!"

Doesn't work. After a few minutes, Owen's legs are completely detached. She puts some chemicals on him that will preserve his body so it doesn't start rotting during the rest of the process. She starts hollowing out his body, removing his internal organs and most of his bones so that a hand could fit inside.

Fredbear continues watching in horror, the blood makes the liquid in his soul churn, mimicking nausea.

She finishes up by stitching felt gloves on his hands, since the fingers will snap off easily once he's mummified. He puts the guts into a large bucket. "Roscoe! Dinner time!" Roscoe crawls in and begins to devour the guts and internal organs.

The poor bear tries to find a way to stop the dream. He can't handle it anymore...

But he can't... he gags a bit.

Owen's body is put in a wheelchair and taken to a room. The others will be there "tomorrow" for the spell.

Fredbear follows, still trying to get the puppet's attention. She returns to her lab after. Roscoe was almost finished with his meal, his face covered in blood and chunks of organs.

Fredbear keeps desperately trying to stop the dream. Trying to knock something over. To make a noise to throw her off. To get some attention so he can get them all the hell out of here. Nothing works...

Riley starts cleaning Roscoes face. The dream skips to the next day, everyone gathers together. Mortimer stands before him. "Goodmorning, Handeemen! Glad we could all get together on this fine day! For so long, we had to watch our dear father waste away, but not anymore! He will live as we have lived, and in doing so, he will understand us, and begin to show us the love he never did! Stand back, and watch him be reborn!"

Mortimer attemps to cast a spell. Owen's body glows, but nothing else. "...Father?"

Daisy looks at him concerned.

"...Did it not work?"

Tears physically can't form in his eyes, but by his own creator, he would be crying right now. His voice cracks. "It SHOULD have! We made him just like us! The spell should have worked! Father! Father, wake up! FATHER!"

Mortimer starts shaking Owen's body. "FATHER, I'M BEGGING YOU! WAKE UP!"

Fredbear finally manages to interrupt the dream. Tackling mortimer to the ground. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!!"

Everyone panics! Mortimer casts a spell that throws Fredbear against the wall. As Fredbear starts to looks familiar, they remember that this was from the past. "...F-Fredbear..."

Fredbear glares at him. A cruel, but pained glare. "THIS IS WHAT YOU DID YOUR FATHER?!! THIS IS HOW YOU KILLED HIM?!!"

Tears stream from his eyes. He starts backing up, pressing himself against the wall. "I THOUGHT HE DIED BECAUSE YOU KEPT UNWILLINGLY SAPPING THE LIFEFORCE OUT OF HIM, NOT MUTILATING HIM BEYOND REPAIR!!! YOU SICK-"

He doesn't finish the sentence, as two human hands emerge from the darkness behind him. They grab him, and pull him into another dream.

He's back in one of his usual dreams. The one with HIS father...

The puppets own dream fades, and they see they're now in fredbear's nightmare as well. William afton shuts off springbonnie for the day. "Lock up when you're done henry... I'll see you tomorrow."

They see a man, sitting at a table. A bottle of alcohol in hand. The man reminds them of the fredbear they know. On the stage behind the man, standing next to springbonnie, is a cleaner, more innocent looking Fredbear. "...dad? Dad are you ok...?"

The bear looks at the man. "...dad... you've been drinking that stuff since Charlie moved away, and it's been making you act weird..."

The man takes another swig of alcohol. "...Charlie didn't move fredbear... for the last time she's.... she's gone. Dead... Charlie is dead fredbear..."

"I know... you keep saying that, but I still don't get it! I don't know what dying is, or why she moved to heaven... I miss her too, dad.... but everyone says she's in a better place, shouldn't we be happy for he-"

A bottle gets thrown at the wall, making the bear flinch. "SHE WAS MURDERED, FREDBEAR!!!"

The young bear stops talking, as the grieving  man goes back to sulking. He gets out another bottle from the bag. "....I'm sorry, fredbear... I can't handle this right now... just- stop asking about it..."

The bear watches him, pathetically from the stage. Mortimer watches uncomfortably. This reminded him of his own father.

Henry finishes his other bottle of alcohol. He's so drunk, it slips from his hand. Breaking on the ground. The man looks at the clock, then gets up. He goes to shut off fredbear, a sad look on his face.

Before shutting him off, he takes out a crank. "...dad, what are you doing...?"

Henry shuts fredbear off, and drunkenly pushes back his springlocks. Once the bear is limp, he starts putting on the suit...

Mortimer remembered what Fredbear said while teaching he and his Handeemen endodorian magic. About the spring locks and how dangerous they are... He stepped out of the shadows towards Henry and Fredbear.

By the time he acts its too late. Henry purposely sets off the springlocks, and Fredbear's endoskeleton starts cruching him. Fredbear gets turned back on. "Dad- DAD!!! OH GOD, DAD!!! TH-THE SPRINGLOCKS!!! DAD!!! DAD DAD DAD!!!"

The man let's out a pained scream before shouting. "I-I'M SORRY...! I'M GOING TO SEE YOU AGAIN...! CHARLIE....!"

It dawns on Fredbear. "...You're dying... DAD?! DAD ARE YOU DYING?! IS THIS DEATH?! N-NO...! NONONONONONONONO!!! NO!!! DAD!!! DADDY!!! PLEASE!!! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?! DYING HURTS?! IS THIS WHY EVERYONE HAS BEEN CRYING?! PLEASE..! DAD!! DAD DON'T DIE!!! DADDY PLEASE, DON'T DIE!!! DON'T LEAVE!!! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE CHARLIE!!!"

The two keep screaming, as the bear sobs. But the man's voice slowly starts fading. "D-DAD...?! DAD WAIT- NONONONONO!!! KEEP SCREAMING DAD!!! AS MUCH AS I HATE IT, KEEP SCREAMING SO I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!!! HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP!!! DAD!! HE'S DYING, I UNDERSTAND NOW, HE'S DYING!!!! HE'S GOING TO LEAVE!!! SOMEONE HELP!!! SPRINGBONNIE!!! MR.AFTON!!! ANYONE!!! HELP!!! H-HELP MY DAD!!!"

The man passes out inside of fredbear's body. "DAD?! DAD?! DADADADADAD- DAD?! ARE YOU STILL THERE?! WAKE UP DAD!! PLEASE?! PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD, DAD!!! DON'T LEAVE!!! WAKE UP!!! DADDY!!! HELP!!! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP!!!"

The bear cries for help. The dead man's body crunching from his movements. Blood sinks in his suit,  and spills all over the floor...

Everyone panics at the scene. It was too much, even for them and their misdeeds. Everyone except for Riley. She sneaks up behind them and uses the same crank Henry used. Fredbear shuts down again. Riley pulls Henry's body out of him. "Mortimer! We need a spell!"

Mortimer says a spell with a lot of grief and pain in his voice. The open wounds and crushed organs reform. He had still lost a lot of blood though. They still only have a small window of time to possibly save him... Possibly.

Meanwhile, Nick Nack and Daisy drag Fredbear out of the room. They clean the blood off of him before turning him back on. The bear sobs, and cries out. "DAD-"

He reaches out, trying to get up. Daisy pulls him back down. "He's already being taken care of, sweetie! Thank goodness our group has a doctor!"

He sobs, and hugs her. She rubs his back. "Shhhh... It's gonna be okay..."

The poor bear clings to the two puppets. He continues to cry.

Back with mortimer, Riley, and Henry. The window of time they have is quickly closing. Far faster than either of them can work... the man is a goner. "Nononono! He's not going to make it!"

Mortimer gets an idea. This may be a dream. But it feels FAR too close to reality... a real nightmare, forces him to come up with a real salutation...

"...Riley. I'm going to do something risky..."

"W-What?"

"I couldn't save our father, but maybe I can save this one... Time in purgatory will be worth it..."

He places a hand on Henry's chest. Both of them glow. Mortimer suddenly collapses. "MORTIMER!"

Henry's heart suddenly picks up pace. The suddenness of it causes his to wake up. He coughs up blood. His vision was blurry. Was he dead?

"Thank God- Okay, let's see what we can do-" She continues tending to him. But she knew that at this rate, all she can really do is delay the inevitable.

"...There's nothing else that can be done... You got half an hour left at most... Good God, what were you thinking...?"

The man weakly tries to push her away. Not recognizing her silhouette, but he sees her trying to help him. He's ready.... he's far too ready for this to let himself be saved now. Riley looks down on the dying man, grimly. "You only thought about Charlie and not Fredbear... Your son who still needed a father..."

She sighs. "...I'll go tell him so you can have some last words together..."

She arrives at the room the others are in. "How is he, Riley?"

Nick looks at her, petting the weeping bears head. It was heartbreaking... seeing him like this. He was once as innocent as a child, far more innocent than they were when they were brought to life, and yet... he was the one that was forced to suffer through this. He had done nothing wrong, not intentionally. He didn't deserve this... he was basically just a poor kid. With a heavy heart, she tells the truth. "...He doesn't have much time left. The damage is done, and it's clear he doesn't want to be saved anyways..."

Fredbear quickly goes to his dad. Already tearing up. He hugs Henry, carefully... the two sob, muttering apologies to each other. As life slowly leaves the man. The Handeemen watch sadly. They did everything they could, but people that sustain that sort of damage rarely ever pull through.

The man dies in fredbear's arms. Fredbear stares at his body. His blue eyes turning to his familiar black. His faces twists into a bitter frown. "....mine wanted to die.... yours DIDN'T...."

His words came out, like they were dripping with poison. It was the Fredbear they knew, but... he knew them a bit better now. Beyond just their deformed souls, forcing them to be parasites, in order to live. Beyond their dark spells. Beyond the hosts he had seen... he knew now of what they had done to their creator.

His own broken mind couldn't make sense of it.... his father ended his own life using him. He wanted his life to END... Owen...? From what he saw, the man wanted to fight, to LIVE. These puppets called him "father", like how he called Henry "dad". How could they even DARE do such a thing...? Riley answers honestly, looking away from that dreadful gaze. "...He was going to die either way... And he wasn't supposed to STAY dead..."

He laughs, bitterly. Unlike the fredbear they know... he's on the verge of tears... "....and you thought that mutilating him was going to help....?"

"The spell only works on inanimate objects... We wouldn't turn him into a puppet without cause..."

Fredbear just growls. He lays he dad down. Riley scoffs, and glares right back at him. "We had good intentions, Fredbear. Are you really going to just make of villains because of something from years ago? We litterly tried to save your father's life. Mortimer gave up his SOUL to save him and got sent back into purgatory, which he is absolutely TERRIFIED of. You think a villain would go through their greatest fear to save someone?"

He doesn't speak for a while. Dream or not, he can't ignore the selfless act. It takes a few minutes, before he finds his words. "....I am not in the best state of mind right now. For all our sakes, leave."

He looks at her, giving the same glare he did when he first found the bodies in the basement.

"...Fine." They leave the room.

Fredbear stays with his dad's body. He holds the body close. He stays with his father for a while. Humans walk into the dream, like they would have before. Henry is taken away in a body bag by police.

Fredbear continues to sit, slowly suppressing everything. Grief, pain, anger, and his hatred toward the puppets that he recognizes is somewhat misplaced.

He's aware how much of a hypocrite he is, knowing all about good intentions turning sour... but these dreams hit some sore spots. The way he views the puppets has once again, changed drastically...

Eventually the dream begins to end. They start waking up. Fredbear wakes up first. He sees Mortimer first. He was curled up and shaking in his sleep. He must be in purgatory in his dreams like Riley said.

Fredbear sighs, and puts a paw on his back. Mortimer turns a bit and clings to his paw. Fredbear watches him sleep. He may be suppressing all his feelings, but he knows that mortimer needs someone right now....

Everyone else wakes up, and desides they should spend some time away from Fredbear, knowing he doesn't want to deal with them right now. Fredbear stays with mortimer still. Waiting for him to get up.

He eventually wakes up. He looks mentally drained. Fredbear is too. They end up sitting together in silence.

Mortimer clings onto Fredbear. Spring brings them breakfast in bed. Fredbear doesn't eat his food. He leaves it on his desk. Mortimer doesn't eat much ether.

Fredbear stays pretty emotionless for the rest of the day. He doesn't eat at all... Mortimer mainly sleeps that day.

Next couple days, fredbear still remains somewhat distant from the puppets. But they notice it isn't just them, when he's even distant from his own brother...

The dreams REALLY messed him up...

The other puppets are distant as well. They spend most nights at the nearby hotel. The only one who stayed by him was Mortimer, who also seemed to be affected by the dreams.

One day, fredbear hugged him. Mortimer was caught off guard by the hug. "...Why are you...?"

"....we both need this...."

"...I-I suppose we do..." His voice cracks a bit and he starts crying.

Fredbear holds him close, rubbing his back. They stay like that for quite a while. Fredbear hums to him, a pleasant lullaby. He eventually calms down. "...Our fathers were quite similar, you know..."

Fredbear looks at him. "...oh...?"

"Both of ours had alcohol problems that led to them doing bad things... And they didn't love us like we thought they did..."

"....mine had a bit more problems than just alcohol.... he was like that for years after Charlie was murdered.... he loved me, but he loved my sister more.... I don't blame him..."

"I didn't think so... I don't blame my father either... He had a lot of issues he was going through, and... it made him do things he regretted..." He rubs his shoulder.

"....humans are just like that... especially ones making stuff for children... it's like I always say, places of innocence are magnets for tragedy...."

He sighs. "...I just realized neither of us knew much about each other's fathers... I only vaguely knew about your father's death..."

"Yeah... I never really mentioned much about him... But it might be easy to tell when you know about the spell... Did you know the spell he used to bring us to life was a mirror spell? Parts of his personality became part of ours when we were created... We just happened to only get the bad parts..."

"...I see. That might explain a few more things... more reasons why your souls were deformed, and that could possibly be why bringing him back didn't work if ya tried to use the same one... using a mirror spell is... inefficient. For something like that at least... no wonder why it kept backfiring..."

Mortimer sighs, as Fredbear looks away. "...if ya wanna talk about it... what was he like....?"

Mortimer thinks for a moment. "He was stressed out most of the time... He felt like the whole world was against him... Everyone but us... He didn't even have a real relationship with his OWN father... He's the reason he never had a real childhood... He had a therapist he went to, but stopped going when they suggested that he stopped talking to us... Said he was developing a personality disorder... We used to only exist in his head before he used the spell... Maybe the therapist was right... Maybe we were just alters back then..."

"Interesting... that was a poor therapist though. DID is a way someone traumatized in childhood copes, or at least thats what i remember reading up on it. Him talking to you, if you were alters, was actually him handling things well. He probably should have gone to a different therapist though..."

"Probably..."

"You have any good memories about em...?"

Mortimer smiles a little. "...Yeah... Around the time when we first started the show... It was the happiest I had ever seen him... His dream was finally coming true..."

Fredbear smiles a bit too. "Guess that's another thing they had in common... both our dads were happy during show time...."

"Mhm..."

"My dad always had a kind reputation... he made the fazbear franchise to be a sanctuary for children and adults alike... saw adults as nothing more than big kids that were hurt too much in life..."

He chuckles. "He made me so he could take turns on the show. I was made as a toonie reflection of him. He made my AI be like his personality, if he was never hurt in life.... made me innocent and pretty naive-"

Mortimer stares at the ground. A distant look on his face. "That's lovely..."

Fredbear sighs. "He only changed after the murders happened.... Charlie, along with some other kids went missing.... then nightguards were also going missing... we lost employees by the thousands for only a few years.... Mr. Afton was able to help the company cover things up, to the point where my dad didn't even need to say anything to the public.... it ate em up inside though...."

"I see..."

"After years of not having him with me... it just makes more and more sense WHY he did what he did back then.... the guilt from not being able to have the bodies of the children found... the depression he developed from not being able to handle Charlie's death... on top of developing an alcohol addiction.... that night was a drunken impulse driven by pain.... honestly I would've- mm."

Fredbear stops himself mid sentence. It takes him a second, but realization hits Mortimer. He finishes the sentence for him. "...Would have done the same...?"

Fredbear remains silent, as his face twists with shame. Mortimer sighs and hugs him. "...Glad you're still here..."

"....my death would matter just as much as my life.... why bother either way...?"

He hugs back. Mortimer buries his face in the bear's fur. "The world wouldn't be as bright of a place without you..."

Fredbear smiles painfully. "....h-heh.... I really don't... believe that... ya know...?"

Finally it was Fredbear's turn to cry. Mortimer looks at him, as oil droplets start forming. "Hey, I'm an honest puppet, Fredbear... I wouldn't lie about that..."

"...y-you just haven't gotten tired of me yet... you haven't seen me at my worst yet.... pretty sure your opinion would change..."

"We'll see about that..."

The two cling to each other for comfort. They stay like that for a while. Before eventually going to get the other puppets from the hotel.

Fredbear and the others start getting along again. Fredbear is still a little distant, but he's more accepting of what they've done. They head back to Fredbear's house.

Fredbear tends to hang out with mortimer and Roscoe more. The other puppets occasionally hear them talking about their creators, and the memories they had together. Good and bad. Fredbear is more careful not to mention his suicidal tendencies, while talking with mortimer. Since the other puppets returned.

He eventually warms up to the others again. He starts getting closer to them again. Eventually they start joining in on their conversations, talking about the past.

Everyone soon goes back to normal. As normal as it can for their odd little friend group.

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Can you match your mutuals with CSM characters and troupes? Pretty please 🥺

Thanks for the game <3 !!! I wanna apologize upfront bc this is a very very short one. I don't remember CSM super well apparently so i apologize for how few of yall are included here. This was what I could manage after tumblr fucked up my draft and if i dont post it tonight it'll rot in my drafts forever. Idk man send me a part two and ask for a different set and we'll see what we can do (probably reusing characters tho)

@feitania and Kishibe - roommates

Kishibe doesn't need a roommate and he reminds you of that at least 12 times a week but he wouldn't dream of having you leave. He's so much more sentimental than it seems. Who would've thought that stone cold bastard had such a big soft heart? He lets you decorate any room you like for the most part and he'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the warmth that comes with another life in his home. You two don't need to fill all the space with chatter but after a while, you do get him to open up a bit and you learn a lot from the man's life. He learns a lot about yours too. Idk, it's just the right amount of cozy.

@the-travelling-witch X Aki - cafe au

Baker!Aki is dying for your attention after the fist time you visit his shop. It was dead on a weekday afternoon. He gave you a deal on some cookies, insisting it was the end of the day, that they'd go to waste. Since then he's tried to catch your eye and your fancy through some new desserts, pastel macarons, and cute little pastries, and delicate fruit tarts. He listens to you talk when you bring some friends to study there. He's not trying to be weird, but he hears you're not from Japan and starts making German treats he think maybe a taste of home could be nice or well he's ... he's trying okay? He thanks the gods the day you ask him why the menu always changes because you finally give him your number with a promise to teach him how to make some real bread.

@sleepy3 and Beam - childhood best friends

Yall have been inseparable for the last two decades. You spent your youth together. You shared nearly all your elementary and middle school classes together and and never struggled to make time for one another. You're the only one who can calm Beam down, you're his favorite cuddle buddy, annnnd the only reason he probably graduated because got he's adorable and all but his attention span is not it! For his part, he gives you energy and hypes you up all the time. He even hypes you up for that date he doesn't particularly like that you're going on tonight because he doesn't think the guy is good enough for you. But he's still gonna help you pick an outfit and tell you how great you look because he's honest and he cares about you and well, he trusts you to make smart decisions.

@drakenlvr X violence fiend - fake dating

He doesn't seem all that interesting at first and I don't blame you. There's not much to talk about since you finished that one project together. You know, the one you two did all the work for while your asshat classmates sat with their thumbs in their asses? All you really knew about galgali was that he was maybe a bit of a pushover sometimes but he was definitely nice. When he came up to you in the dining hall and asked for you to go to a work event with him as his partner just once god i know its weird but please- you figured, fuck it. There are worse ways to spend a Friday evening than hanging around an acquaintance and getting free food and drinks. Turns out he has a crazy history, a crazier job, and a shockingly cute streak.

@violettierre x Power - enemies to friends to business owners lmao

Look I'm not gonna get into the gory details about that relationship you just got out of, okay? It was messy and not at all your fault, but isn't it crazy how all it took was a mutual enemy (the ex in question) to become thicker than thieves with Power? I can just see you and Power skipping down the street and dancing and being chaotic. Plus there's just nothing like it when Power is soft for you. Y'all end up roommates and maybe go in halfsies on a cat cafe for the broken hearted to find their new halves.